#ive done like 1k one shots before!!!

[flokali]

𓂆 | Write for Gaza

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𓄷 Note: As a member of the Palestinian diaspora, I feel like this is the least I could do to help my people back in our beloved homeland. After 76 years of silence from the world, please do not look away and do not keep quiet – you can make a difference, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

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𓄷 WIP

—#๋࣭. I love you, I Own you ; Part 3

Final part to the “ILYIOY” series, meant to tie up the story and finish telling what happens to Reader’s family, Reader herself, and Childe’s feelings about what he’s done.

Current word count: 600~ words • Estimated word count: 9k words

Sponsored:

—#๋࣭. Deus Vult ; Reworked (Part 1)

A complete rewriting and restructuring of my first fic on the blog, it’ll be longer and more thorough; after almost 2 years on the blog, if not more, I have mulled over the concept many times and wished to redo it and give it a proper setting.

Current word count: 500~ words • Estimated word count: 6-9k words

—#๋࣭. Love Virus

Boothill fic where a pesky USB with a “love code” gets mistakenly used on him, as the doctor/programmer in charge with overseeing this mess – you find yourself the target of his newfound affection.

Current word count: 1,700~ words • Estimated word count: 6k words

Sponsored:

—#๋࣭. 777

You’re one of the last remaining people of your species, now seen as a luxury to be passed around to the highest bidder. In a twist of fate, Aventurine finds himself with the key – or price – to your freedom, although he never fancied himself a hero he doesn’t mind the way you look at him as your saviour.

Current word count: 1200~ words • Estimated word count: 6k word.

Sponsored: NSFW paid + 1k (700 left) words — Remaining 4k~ words ; estimated.

𓄷 Make a Requests :

—#๋࣭. I will write: yandere, non/dub con, most kinks, death, cnc, gore, cheating, peggings, dom/sub, etc. We can discuss more through message but I’m not open to debating on anything that is specified below;

—#๋࣭. I won’t write: Underage characters, bodily fluids (mainly piss nd scat), cxc, necrophilia, beastiality, unhygienic, vore, ddlg, etc.

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—#๋࣭. Fandoms: Genshin Impact, Star Rail, DoL, Spy x Family, Tears of Themis, Enstars, Love and Deepspace, Wuthering Heights, Twisted Wonderland, Persona 5, Fire Emblem 3 Houses, Ikemen Villains, Identity V, A Date with Death, Chainsaw Man, Haikyuu!!, and What in Hell is bad?

* I’ll also accept unique OC’s made just for the request that you will be able to request for again in the future.

[brighttears]

Animal Control

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description except for having hair, no use of y/n

Summary: You get attacked when out with Joel and he ‘takes care of it’. (protective, feral!Joel) ... literally just violence with a soft ending tbh

Warnings: Violence(!!), death, very brief mention implied r*pe and necrophilia, pet names (baby)

Word count: 1k

A/n: Been writing too much soft Joel... he may be baby but he is ... violent baby :3

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He doesn’t like you to see this side of him, but he has to do this. He can’t let them get away with it. He saw the way he manhandled you, he saw him jerk your head up by your hair, he saw him hold his knife to your throat, eyes wild like a fucking animal. He saw red.

Joel reacted like a machine. It took him an instant to cross the few yards to you and once he knocked the man that was on you out cold with the back of his rifle, he shot all of his pig friends. It took him four seconds, three bullets in the back of three heads as they ran away, the fucking cowards. Not the one who’d touched you, though, no, that would be too humane. 

Joel needed to punish him. Joel needed him disfigured, so that when that image of you, defenseless, frozen in terror, seconds away from having your throat slit or being taken for something worse, popped into his head, he would remember the motherfucker’s pulped face, his pleads for mercy, the sound of his bones cracking, and the feeling of his fist pounding into him. Joel needed to destroy him. 

When he looked back at you after he’d taken out the coward pigs, your chest was heaving, skin slick with sweat, hair disheveled from where the son of a bitch had grabbed it. Joel rushed to you, his hands, calloused from violence, softly cradled your face, seeing if you were ok. Your only injury was a nick on your throat, a thin line of blood running down from it. It made him sick, seeing what'd been done to you. He was itching to beat the culprit to death but he needed to make sure you were safe first. He was relieved to see that that was your only wound, but your face was wet with tears, trembling as you choked on gasps. Joel pulled you in and held you tight, swaying you in his arms. 

“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok, Ive got’chu, you’re safe. I took care of it, baby.”

Before you two left the scene, Joel stripped the still unconscious man of everything except for his jeans and shirt and then gagged and bound him tightly to a bike rack in front of the building where you’d been attacked.

Joel relished in the muffled, panicked squawks of the scumbag when he came back for him, taking his time dragging him through the building and into a bathroom, grabbing a chair from the hallway on his way in. Joel didn’t exactly feel excited to start his work on him, it was more of a need to. 

By the time he was done, all of the teeth on the left side of your attacker’s face were smashed into his mouth. Blood streamed like syrup down from his face to soak his shirt and down into his lap. Joel’d broken and dislocated his jaw, his nose was bent sideways, and his left eye and temple were black and red with bruising. His hands were crushed against the arms of the chair he was tied to–that was one of the first things he’d done to him. 

He only stopped when his own hand started to seriously hurt, not wanting to break it. Joel had taken the fucker's knife with a certain idea in mind of how he’d finish him off. 

“Recognize this, huh? This yours?” When the man paused, Joel roared, spit flying from his mouth, “ANSWER ME.” 

His voice was weak but he croaked out a yes. 

“Whose knife is that?”

“Mine.”

“And you remember where this knife was earlier today? Or did I beat your brains in too hard for you to think straight? You remember?”

He gargled out another yes.

“Where was it?” Joel's voice was deep with deadly sternness. 

“It was… on the girl…”

“It was on her fuckin’ throat.” He growled in a low voice, having leaned in close to the swollen, mostly maroon face slouched in the chair in front of him. “You were gonna kill’er with this, weren’t you? Or were you gonna take’er for sumn’ else? Maybe kill’er first, then fuck the dead body? Was that what you were plannin’, you sick fuck?” 

He replied with slurred consonants, struggling to answer the question because Joel probably had given him a brain bleed.

“You remember it though, hm?” Joel grabbed the man's hair, like he had yours, and jerked it as he spoke, still leaning in close, “I’m gonna slit your throat now. And then I'm gonna slit it again. And then I’m gonna look you in the eyes while you choke to death on your own blood, ‘n the very last thing you’re gonna see before you die is gonna be me.” Joel absolutely snarled.

And that's exactly what happened. 

As soon as he knew the man was dead Joel grabbed his coat and left. Before meeting you back where you were squatting, Joel used snow to wash most of the blood off of his hands. He looked down and saw blood spatter on his shirt. 

“God damn it. That motherfucker…” He murmured as he trudged away.

Joel knew that when he came back you’d take your time to gently clean and bandage his hand, and then flush water through the spots on his shirt to clean away the blood. You’d do all of it in silence, occasionally pecking a soft kiss somewhere on him–on his palm before wrapping the bandage around it, along his shoulders and collarbone after you’d stripped off his shirt, and then all around his cheek and jaw once you were all done and sat next to him on the ratty couch. You let him clean and bandage the cut on your neck even though it probably didn't really need it, and then he wrapped you up into his arms and held you close so you could feel each other's breathing, his bare chest and belly warm against you. After some time, you bring him to bed, pulling him onto the mattress on the floor and letting him shower you in soft kisses, whisper sweet nothings into your ear and cuddle until you both fall asleep.

You didn’t want to think about what he’d had to have done to fuck his hand up like he had, but you’d never held violence against him. Even when you’d seen his ferociousness, you were never afraid of him. Joel had a kind heart and you knew that, but in this world, it manifests in different ways. You knew he’d do anything to protect you, and you let him, because you knew the way you loved him was protecting him, too.

[paintbrushnebula]

That Would Be Beautiful

Foreword: SO! This is a Tangled one shot, its a very small part of this Tangled AU that I've had a lot of ideas and concepts and plot stuff accumulated in my notes app and in my sketchbooks for. I've been calling it "Rapunzel: Year One" for fun (I might just keep calling it that for now), since it's supposed to chronicle Rapunzel's first year out of the Tower, navigating her new responsibilities, her new relationships, and what she wants out of life.

This scene is of Rapunzel trying to learn more about Gothel, what she did when she wasn't at the tower, what her life was like. The idea is that Rapunzel's trying to find some way to prove to herself that Gothel could be humanized, that she wasn't "all that bad" or that there was some sort of explanation for why Gothel treated Rapunzel the way she did.

It's very small, just 1k~ words, it's incomplete and there's more to the scene but I just needed to post something for now bc I think my blog has been a tad revealing about my tendency to abandon personal projects and just leave WIPs and never follow up on them and I just didn't want it to seem like I was doing that again

Ive never written Tangled before omg I dont know if I met my ambitions here pls pls pls give me your thoughts or criticisms they are welcome

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It felt ironic in a way that really depressed Rapunzel, how four weeks and a haircut ago, she had all the time in the world with nothing to really do. Now, there was so much that could be done, with what sometimes felt like no time at all.

This was one of those times. 

Rapunzel’s eyes spent more time looking at the clock on the castle library wall than at the page of her chemistry book. Now time was spilling away quick, and any moment now, the pleasant click clack of Lady Desdemona’s pompadour heels would reverberate off the library walls, a much appreciated warning to hide away her research before her tutor dragged her away to the next lesson.

Rapunzel knew Lady Desdemona probably wouldn’t think much of the stack of chemistry, engineering and geography books and loose folios sprawled about, all populated with equations and notes, as well as a few quick pencil sketches of imagined, cuddly moments between her and her beloved. Y'know, for emotional support.

At least, Rapunzel was sure the governess wouldn’t become privy on what Rapunzel had actually been at the library researching. 

It was weird to be so concerned about what the governess would think if she caught Rapunzel trying to teach herself how to find out how old a cloak was and where it's been, but Desdemona was so invested in Rapunzel’s business. Always asking her questions about what she was doing, and why she was doing it. Always taking a moment during lessons to ask if Rapunzel needed a break. Asking how she felt about a royal event when one was coming up. If it made her stressed, if she wanted to talk about it. Always analyzing her behavior like she was some doctor assigned to study Rapunzel’s mental health. Reporting every symptom, every weird quirk back to her parents. 

Rapunzel made a mental note to read up on Lady Desdemona, to see if she had any history in dealing with people's mental health (Rapunzel remembered reading that that specific profession had a name...psychiatry?). She guessed her parents were sensible to   hire a governess to tutor her in the ways of princesshood, who could also ensure Rapunzel was emotionally well-adjusted to her new life. 

She knew she should feel grateful. They’ve gone through the trouble of finding a teacher who could help Rapunzel properly find her footing. Sheknew it wasn’t fair to be frustrated.

It wouldn’t have made Rapunzel so uncomfortable if this process hadn’t been so revealing about what her parents truly thought of her: that she was a damaged girl who needed serious help.

Maybe I am. 

After 6 days of meticulous research in between Desdemona’s lessons, Rapunzel was feeling pretty confident in her ability to date the sediment she picked out of Gothel’s cloak. It alleviated the nagging apprehension and doubt that'd built up in her stomach to learn that humanity had discovered a way to find out the age of an object. Humans had the power to uncover the stories behind relics of eras so long ago and tell them to the world. It made her all cozy knowing that nothing could ever really be forgotten, because smart people were just that curious. That's amazing.

Mmph, delicious. Science is like food for the mind.

Well, technically that's fish. Also eggs.

Rapunzel just needed a proportional counter to count the carbon, as well an actual microscope to spot any pollen or exotic soils that might trace to any regions beyond Corona's borders. She was lucky to even manage the delicate process of plucking sediment from the cloak’s wool with her old magnifying glass. A gift for her eleventh birthday, a relic from a phase when she took deep interest in the insects that’d cluster at the banisters that stretched from wall to wall high above the tower’s floor. 

One of the few things she took with her before leaving that life behind.

At this point, there was nothing more Rapunzel needed to know to enact her experiment. But she didn't own the proper equipment to enact it. Rapunzel didn't even think about how she'd access that type of equipment. She hasn't met any scientists or engineers yet. 

Where do scientists live? There's gotta be, like, a big fancy lab where they work somewhere in the city, right? She'd ask someone, but she wasn't ready for any follow up questions they might ask. 

She knew it'd be so much easier to just ask her parents for the equipment, but what if they were curious about her activity? 

Rapunzel was just too paranoid about anyone finding out about the cloak. 

She was on her own. 

Suddenly Rapunzel noticed how her finger was seemingly stuck running itself in a lulling circle over the leathery skin of the chemistry book's cover. Tough, coarse, yet so lulling, like the palms of Eugene's hands. It soothed away all the pollutant thoughts, leaving alone one singular thing she wondered about. 

It'd be so easy to close the book, lock the cloak away under her bed and take a nap on Eugene's chest. At this hour he was probably still sleeping. He wouldn't stir if she snuck into his room and plopped face down on his chest and get lost. Forget the cloak. Forget Desdemona. Forget her lessons. Forget being a princess. It sounds so easy. Easy and right. 

It made her weak just thinking about how easy it would be to have peace. 

But there was so much Rapunzel didn’t know, and she’s just so confused. The thrill mixed with dread at there being answers to where it all went wrong, answers she might never know if she didn’t search for them, was stinting her growth into her new life. It was getting in the way of her progress too much. 

If she could get a date from the dirt in that cloak, maybe trace a few places of origin, she could make a historical record of Gothel's earlier life. Before the tower. Find a trail and follow it back to its roots. What she'd lived through. Where she was from. 

Did she have family? 

To be continued...

[ashiemochi]

(don't) go easy on me - iv 

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 1k

prev -> ✠

It was soso warm – the morning after.

Warm lights seeped through the curtains, shining on the form of the sleeping couple in bed. It was so quiet, not even a snore or two as they were deeply asleep – then So Ah stirred. Her senses were still hazy, feeling a strong arm wrapped limply around her midsection. She didn’t move at first, completely forgetting what happened the night before and fully assuming a stranger had broken into her apartment.

Her pounding heart soon started beating hard for something else once she heard a small groan and the arm around her tightened, pulling her back to an equally warm and bare chest. It was only because she heard that groan before.

Slowly peeling her sleepy eyes open, her cinnamons landed on the long mirror by the wall that was reflecting her bed. The duvet was over her torso but her arms were out, resting on the mattress.

If it weren’t for the virus inside of her, her vision would’ve been blurry, but right now, she could easily see her boyfriend sleeping soundlessly behind her, all cuddled up with her. A faint smile itched at the corner of her lips at the sight, shutting her eyes for a moment to relish in the rosy warm afterglow.

The aftercare last night was nothing awkward like either of them suspected would happen after their first time. She had cleaned herself up first and when she asked him to get her a shirt, he found it quite cute and endearing that she was hiding her body behind the bathroom door as if they didn’t just have sex.

He had given her his white shirt and she let him borrow one of her brother’s clothes that he’d forget behind whenever he’d stay the week. It was a pair of simple black shorts ending above the knee. 

Reliving the whole night in her head, So Ah opened her eyes with a sigh once she remembered losing the same bet she suggested. Moving carefully, she managed to reach for her phone on the nightstand and she pushed herself up onto her elbow, eyebrow twitching at the subtle and dull ache in her lower body.

He must’ve really done a number on her if even the virus didn’t completely heal her.

She checked the time, seeing it was close to ten in the morning and pondered to herself what she would make for breakfast.

Before she could bring herself to move, another groan emitted, this time it was hummed.

“Mmh, where do you think you’re going?” Piers mumbled, his sleepy voice raspy and low and she turned her head to look at him, her cheeks reddening at his tone.

His usually neat hair was sprawled and messy but in a cute way.

“To make breakfast,” So Ah kept her voice quiet to not disturb the peaceful atmosphere, “You can go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”

He hummed, his eyes still closed and for a second she thought he had actually listened to her but his arm shifted again. His hand rested on her hip, caressing her skin before barely tightening his grip, attempting to tug her back to him.

“Five more minutes…”

She giggled, not budging and his bottom lip jutted out slightly, brows furrowing, “I lost the bet, I get to make breakfast.”

“You can make it later…” He shot back, “Now get back here, it’s cold.” 

He tugged her again, but she rolled her eyes playfully, replying, “I’m not tired anymore, Piers–”

“Five more minutes.”

“And I’m actually a bit hungry–”

“Don’t make me open my eyes.”

So Ah stared at him, silent and he pulled on her hip again but she didn’t move either.

“Or what?”

Piers released a heavy sigh, not even opening his eyes as he wrapped both arms around her waist and tugged her right back to his chest. So Ah gasped, falling right back into the warm embrace but his arms were circled around her form like how she would when she’d hug her pillow. 

His body was a bit curled over her, his hips mush against her ass, legs tangled with hers, and his face was right into the back of her neck, lips brushing against her skin. 

“Piers!”

He didn’t listen to her, getting comfortable before mumbling, “Just ten more minutes, So Ah…”

So Ah couldn’t even look at him from over her shoulder, her heart fluttering within her chest as she asked, “I thought it was five more minutes.”

She only received another incoherent hum and he snuggled up against her. She gave up with a soft huff, resting her head back onto the pillow, caged within his arms. He’d spent the night before, but he was never this loving and clingy before.

Something she didn’t know about last night changed a thing in him.

It didn’t take long for the drowsiness to return, encased in his arms she’d faintly feel his chest rising and falling against her back, breathing gently and quietly. Wanting to get comfortable, So Ah tried to turn but his loosened grip tightened again.

“Don’t–”

“I’m not going anywhere,” She whispered, caressing his arm to loosen his hold on her again and when he did, she shifted her body to face him. 

That was when he barely opened his eyes, his hazels peering right at her face. She didn’t have any makeup on, revealing all her soft features to him. Her hair was sprawled all over the pillow too, and her bangs were just as messy. 

She threw one arm over his neck and the other went under his pillow so she could have both around his neck. His arms stayed around her waist, if not pulling her closer to have her leg over his.

A shy but tired smile was on her face as she murmured, “You opened your eyes.”

Piers grinned faintly, barely a chuckle emitting from him, “Wouldn’t miss this view for the world.”

“God… Go back to sleep, you big idiot.” She got flustered, bringing her hand over to gently brush his eyelids down, “Unless you want breakfast now.”

“Noooo…” He drawled out a groan childishly, laughing sleepily as he pulled her close, his face under her chin, “Stay.”

So Ah bit her tongue, hugging him back and her gingerly running her fingers through his short hair at the back of his head. She felt his body relax even more and she stayed awake for a few more seconds, before planting a soft kiss on his forehead and getting comfortable as well.

Soon, her eyelids grew heavy and she didn’t resist, easily slipping back into her dreamland where it’d be shared with him.

Breakfast could just be brunch later, anyway.

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[zaptap]

i did it... i'm done. marooner's BYE

felt like it was easier than spawning grounds. took 90 shifts compared to 117. only huge struggle was the mid-600s

also: 25 maws away from 10k (and big shot is less than 200 from 1k wow)

i finally have them all... i remember at launch thinking maybe i could hit 999 under the right circumstances and now here i am having hit it 8 times (and 3 were 3 weekends in a row a few months ago, and 3 were all in the past week and a half). every time i was like "i shouldn't be doing this in freelance" ...but i did the entire thing freelance. wouldn't recommend it tbh. go find people to play with, i'm guessing it makes it more fun

now i can retire from salmon run. nah. still going to keep trying for at least all superbonuses every rotation for a while since that remains the best way to make money in this game. and i still need a shitload of all types of scales (currently at 5k bronze, 900 silver, 120 gold) so i want to keep fighting kings too

idk if i'll get any gold boss badges besides maws considering the next closest ones are almost halfway there. 59 more joe seems doable, 1000 king badges probably aren't. and i've run the numbers for the gold grizzco points badge and if they don't do something to make it go faster it could take until after splatoon 4 releases before i get that. maybe splatoon 5

also want to keep up with all remaining big runs and eggstra work. and after missing eggstra work top 5% by 3 eggs i really want to try something other than freelance. might go look for that overfishing discord ive heard about and see if i can get used to playing with people before the next one of those events

[youngpettyqueen]

1, 5, 17! 💜💜💜

ty Ally!! <3

Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

generally I prefer to write one shots when it comes to fic! one shots can be so varied in terms of length and what they convey- you can do a scene, a whole story, 1k, 10k, I find the freedom of one shots really appealing. ive only ever written I think two multi-chapter fics, and while I do enjoy writing them, they are limited to being longer-form stories and theyre definitely more of a commitment to yourself and to your reading audience with having to update multiple chapters. its why I havent written another multi-chapter fic since 'and miles to go before i sleep'- I love that fic, I loved writing it, but if im going to write a multi-chapter fic it needs to be a story I really, really want to write and be able to hold my motivation so that I can keep writing it for however long it takes. a one shot can take me months to complete and thats fine cause nobody sees it till its done. if a multi-chapter fic takes me months I might be leaving people hanging, which I never want

(I dont think there's anything wrong with that, to be clear, making people wait- we write and provide this stuff for free and we can take as long as we want, I personally just struggle with some guilt over it because I cant help it lgdkjghd)

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

I dont mind it! I dont seek it out with fic, really, but I actively seek it out with my original writing. if I ever wanted constructive criticism on fic I would ask about it from people I know better within fic communities and fandoms, because I would know and trust that they'd be able to give me actual solid advice. I really dont feel the need for it, though, and thats not like. out of arrogance or anything. I dont think im above it. its just that fic is something I do for fun!

with my original writing I actively seek out constructive criticism and feedback. I think its essential to the process and I eat it up. something im excited for with the novel im working on is getting to send it to a literary agent, to editors, to sensitivity readers all so I can get that constructive criticism and that feedback on it

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

I usually try to force my way through it while chanting "its a rough draft it doesnt need to be good its a rough draft it doesnt need to be good its a-" until I can get something down that can be edited later. when this doesnt work, I turn away from the project im currently working on and I go to something else

one such example is when I had really bad block while writing 'and miles to go before i sleep' I turned to writing a few other one shots so that I could get the words flowing again. im a firm believer in writing every day, even if its just a few words, so working on other things really really helps me work through a block and not get stuck for months on end. im currently working through other WIPs while a specific one gives me a lot of trouble, and taking prompt requests the other day has really helped me get back on my groove! im working through the last request now which is a combo of the request itself and an older WIP I'd been struggling with, and its been nice to post writing again

[daiseukiis]

────── the story of the goddess mukami koca

scroll two. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ TO BECOMING BEST IN THE WORLD

contents. 無神子佳 の 物語 ( mukami koca no monogatori ) ; is the story of the goddess who descended from the heavens and fell in love with a human.

⠀⠀⠀⠀her divine being was one the humans wish of.

commissions open ! ,,, first come first serve( 2/5 )

rules, byc ,,, please read through the post before submitting to my form.

important ,,, all prices are in canadian currency. these commissions are non-refundable. payments are done via tip feature on tumblr or on ko-fi. prices are non-negotiable.

what i write ,,, fluff, humour, angst, suggestive, fem! / gn inserts, first / third / mixed pov

what i don't write ,,, nsfw ( suggestive is fine but not pwp ), yandere, incest, vore, rape / non-con, character x character, oc x character, abusive relationships / scenes of sexual harassment, if unsure send a dm

fandoms i write for ,,, jujutsu kaisen, kuroko no basuke, free!!!, haikyuu, daiya no ace, blue lock, if a fandom is not here you're free to ask me and i will let you know if i am comfortable writing a character not

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[miraculouscryptid]

i know how people do it bc ive done it before but writing shorter fic? seems baffling to me currently bc every time i sit down to get down some more of the art thief fic i look down and im like. where the fuck did that 1k of words come frojm. and why is it only a small portion of the idea i have for this scene

[bumbleklee]

tonedeaf

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | baby series

request: Helloo there! Can I request an hc of a s/o reader that doesn't know how to sing/is bad at singing but wants to sing with diluc, kaeya and zhongli? Ive seen a lot of hcs about readers good at singing but I'm personally not good at it and quite insecure abt it so yeaa. Thank youu✨✨- idk how anons work but ig ill be 🦔 anon

pairings: diluc, kaeya and zhongli x gn!reader (seperate)

kaeya

You were drunk the first time Kaeya heard you sing. And Archons, was he glad you wouldn’t remember him doubling over with laughter. He loved you, adored you, but he would be lying if he said you could sing.

“Thank you to Venti the Bard for performing with me tonight,” You slurred, holding onto a chair to steady yourself. Venti was drunk himself and probably thought you sounded great with his clouded mind. The only reason Diluc hadn’t kicked you out yet was because you were extremely entertaining.

Kaeya watched in horror as you climbed on top of a table, flipping an empty wine glass around to use a microphone, and belted out another chorus to the popular tavern song. It was so horribly off key that a few patrons had to plug their ears.

“This one is dedicated to Kaeya,” You continued. Your words were mixing together and Kaeya was, still, shocked you only had a few shots. “He’s my cinnamon roll.”

Kaeya cocked his head at your pet name but didn’t have time to process it before you nearly fell off the table and made your way towards Kaeya. You wasted no time in throwing your legs over his lap and leaning into his touch, all the while singing the same song.

“We should get you to bed,” Kaeya whispered in your ear.

His words angered you and you flung yourself away from your boyfriend. “But my set isn’t done!” You cried out. You gripped the wine glass tighter and flung around, pointing to a random knight and singing directly to him. The knight burst out laughing, tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard, but you didn’t realize what was going on.

Kaeya heaved himself up and wrapped a strong arm around you, prying the wine glass out of your hand. You hit one last high note, which made Kaeya visibly flinch, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“I’ll be here next week!” You yelled as Kaeya dragged you out of the tavern.

diluc

Ever since he was young, Diluc liked to sing. It was a private affair, of course, but if you asked Adeline, the maid could tell you hundreds of stories about his symphonic voice. When Diluc finally showed you this secret side to him, you were amazed. And all you wanted to do was sing with him.

The only problem? Singing was not your forte. In fact, you sounded like a dying cat when you sang. So, as much as you wanted to join in when Diluc hummed to himself while washing dishes, you refrained so you didn’t burst his ear drums.

When you came home from work one day, you weren’t surprised to see Diluc singing while he cleaned the windows of the Winery. Despite having an entire team of maids, Diluc still wanted to help out.

You recognized the song immediately - it was a popular holiday tune - and hid around the corner so you could beam in secret. When Diluc saw you, a smile spread onto his face and he beckoned you near him.

“Sing with me,” He encouraged, putting down the rag.

You wrapped your arms around Diluc’s neck, “I don’t sing.”

Diluc pressed his forehead against yours, “Why?”

“Because I can’t sing.”

Your boyfriend only smiled deeper, “You don’t have to be good at something to have fun doing it.” Before you got a chance to respond, Diluc started to sing the next line. His voice trailed off at the end and, knowing what he was hinting at, you picked up.

Even the visible wince that crossed Diluc’s eyes didn’t stop you and soon you and Diluc were whirling around the living room, singing horribly off-key to the song. Diluc didn’t seem to mind your horrible singing voice, considering the fact his face was lighting up like a sky full of stars.

zhongli

Singing in the shower was your safe haven. You knew you couldn’t sing well and the thought of anyone hearing you was horrifying, but in the shower you could hold a million concerts and no one could say anything about how you were tonedeaf. That is, until Zhongli came along.

When you moved in together, Zhongli took notice of your shower singing. He kept quiet about it for a while, not wanting to embarrass you, but eventually brought it to your attention.

“You know I can hear you in the shower, right?” He asked as you both got ready for bed one night. His words caused you to freeze.

“That wasn’t me,” You stammered, your face turning red.

Zhongli queried, “No? Then who do you have in the shower with you?” You said nothing and quickly got into bed, throwing your pillow over your face. You felt a hand rub your back and peeked out from underneath the cover, “It’s not a bad thing.”

“I sound like a tormented dog,” You muttered, “It is a bad thing.”

“But you have a good time, right?”

You threw the pillow away to look up at your boyfriend with confused eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Zhongli’s hand found your hair and twirled a lock of it between his fingers. He looked at you with admiration but you couldn’t seem to figure out why. “I love seeing you enjoy yourself, Darling,” He said gently, “It doesn’t matter if your singing doesn’t sound good. If it makes you happy, then that’s all that matters.”

Your cheeks grew warm again and this time you buried your head into Zhongli’s chest, “You’re too kind.”

He chuckled, “Though I do hope you’ll sing a song to me one day, instead.”

[clonecaptains]

Please I need soft Santi! Like helping him shower helping him shave because he is just so lost. But reader takes care of him. He buries his head in their neck once in bed and snuggle so hard. Maybe even a moist cry but reader just wraps her legs around his and plays with his hair. He doesn’t have to put up a hard exterior with her. She will take care of him.

OMG ANON THIS JUST SPARKED A FIC IDEA????? I JUST WROTE SOMETHING REAL QUICK?? i could cry anon ive been having writers block for weeks and this just sparked something

i didn’t proofread this so im sorry for mistakes omg 

it’s soft w/ a lil dirty santi action in the shower but it’s v light 

word count is 1k!

tagging: @pascalispedro, @damndamer0n, @tintinwrites, @mandoplease, @darksideofclarke, @yougottakeeponkeepinon, @huliabitch, @himbopoes, @mylifeliterally

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Santi’s tired. He’s so tired. His whole body aches, he hasn’t had a chance to let down in far too long. Maybe since before he joined the military. It takes a toll on one’s body to be on alert all the time. But this time, this time he lets down. Not his guard mind you, but he stops to breathe.

He’s laying on your shared bed, jeans undone, belt unbuckled, shirt unbuttoned. That’s as far as he got before he collapsed on the bed with a sigh. His belt buckle is digging into his stomach uncomfortably, but he can’t bear to move. He’s too tired.

You come home later and find him there, asleep. Or mostly asleep.

You press a gentle hand to his back, resting on the warm muscle under his shirt. With a lifted eyebrow, he angles his head to meet your gaze.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi, you,” he whispers back. His eyes closing and he hums as you rub his tense shoulder.

“Are you feeling ok?”

Silence.

His breathing is steady, but his lack of an answer is all the answer you need.

“The dream again?” you ask.

He nods, eyes still closed. This time you see a small tear fall from the corner of his eye.

The guilt eats away at him. He often wakes in the night from terrible nightmares. It’s usually the same one, where his beloved team member his shot in the head. Sometimes that team member is replaced with you.

It scares the hell out of him. Maybe he’s let his guard down too much.

You know what he’s thinking. Gently, you sit down on the bed next to him, still rubbing his shoulder. Your hand moves up to his hair. Lightly scratching his short hair on the nape of his neck. Your fingers wind up through his greying curls and he groans. A soft whimper follows, and he’s about to break.

“C’mon,” you tell him and pull him up. “Shower time.”

His hand squeezes yours when you pull him into the bathroom. He doesn’t question your actions, just follows quietly. He knows when you’ve got something on your mind you won’t take no for an answer.

You surprise him first by hopping up on the counter. With your legs spread slightly, you pull him to stand between your thighs. His brow is quirked in question, but again he’s going to follow along. If he’s about to get laid he definitely isn’t going to stop you from what you’re doing.

His hands make a home on your thighs and rub up and down.

“I thought you said it was shower time?” he asks, leaning in to kiss your neck.

“Shaving first.”

He pulls back, a very confused look on his face.

“Honey,” he laughs rubbing your thighs again, “You love this.” He moves a hand to rub his jaw, the stubble scraping under his fingertips. “You make these cute little noises when I-“

“Santiago,” you flush and shove his chest a little. “I do love it, but I love the man underneath even more. You’ll feel better after a shave. Besides, it’ll grow back by like, tomorrow. Let me do this for you.”

Reaching for the bottle of shaving cream, you pour some into your hand. You dab it on his cheeks, and he watches you with soft eyes as you move.

When his cheeks and jaw are covered, you reach for the razor. But you’re hesitant.

“Do you trust me?” you laugh, suddenly embarrassed in front of your own husband.

“Baby, you let me shave your legs that time when you broke your arm,” he reminds you. You can’t help but smile at the memory, and how cute he looks with shaving cream all over his face. You’d kiss him if you wouldn’t get the foam on your own face.

“But this is your face!”

“I trust you,” he scrunches his nose with a smile. You breathe deeply and go in for the first touch. The razor glides on his skin, and he seems quite calm. His hands still moving up and down your thighs, reassuring you.

He moves his head easily for you, letting you be the guide when you need to tilt him to get all of the hair.

When you’re all done, he presses a kiss to your cheek. Remaining foam gets on your skin, but you can’t help but smile.

“See?” he pats your thighs.

You smile, but still your heart hurts for the man in front of you. While he was good and still, there was an air of sorrow surrounding him. You can tell from the look on his face, the heaviness in his eyes.

When you hop off the counter, you turn the knob for the shower. You push his shirt off his shoulders, and he pushes down his jeans and tight black boxers. You undress quickly and follow him in the shower.

That’s when it comes out, the pain.

His hand is against the wall, the water pouring over his head. He’s looking down at his feet. His shoulders move as he breathes, and when you touch his warm skin that’s when he breaks. He looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

The dream must have been really bad this time.

“It’s ok,” you shush him and coo. Your voice soft as you pull him into your arms. Your bodies slick and warm and close. The chain around his neck presses into your skin, and his face buries into the crook of your neck. You don’t stop rubbing his back, your nails scratch gently.

You hold him for a long time. You hold him until his breathing returns to normal. You don’t let go until he does. He straightens up and reaches for your body wash.

“Going for that first huh?” you tease and push his shoulder. “You should let me wash you.”

“With ‘Fresh Gardenias’?”

“If you want,” you laugh, and he squirts a generous amount into his palm. He blocks your body from the spray and takes his time to wash your skin. He takes a little extra time feeling your breasts and ass in his slick hands while he kisses your neck.

He sniffles only once more when you comb your fingers through his curls when it’s his turn to be washed. Something about your affection has him melting under your touch.

“Ready for some food?” You ask him, noticing his eyes still look heavy. A good dinner and quiet might help clear his mind before bed tonight.

He nods, turning off the water.

He steps out, reaching for a towel he wraps it around you. He pulls you in for a tight hug and hums out a thank you into your dripping wet hair. He pulls back and cups your face in his hands to tell you again. The look in his eyes brings tears to yours, it’s then he smiles a real smile before kissing your lips.

Santi wraps his arms around you again, his cheek brushing up against yours.

“I think I missed a spot,” you laugh when you feel a small patch of stubble on his cheek.

He snorts out a laugh, “unless it’s just too hideous for you then I’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

“How can I even stand to look at your face?” you kiss his cheek.

“Don’t tell Fish,” he shakes his head.

“I don’t know maybe I should, he might feel better if you have patchy facial hair too.”

Santi barks out a hearty laugh and you cover your mouth, shocked at your own joke.

He’s still laughing even as you get dressed and thinks on it as you eat. You know maybe that nightmare is still eating away at him, but for now he’s happy and laughing. And to you that’s all that matters.

[muwur]

haikyuu x otome: masterlist |  prologue

» synopsis:  a haikyuu x reader au where you, the player, are bound for university in a metropolis several hours away from home. hope and excitement are replaced with dread as you come to realize that juggling life as a student and a part-time employee takes a toll. from demanding classes to a ruthless manager, life just can’t seem to give you a break. that is, until you meet a certain someone who reminds you how to live and follow your dreams. somehow, when you’re with them, time stands still. maybe things are finally starting to look up. if only you could stay in those moments for just a little longer. 

» disclaimer: i do not own haikyuu or any of the pixels in this post (i simply made collages out of them)

edit: it’s been brought to my attention that another HQ writer may have written something similar to this idea in the past and I was unaware. Though I haven’t seen this particular type of thing written yet, I don’t mean to claim this event idea as my own bc I feel a lot of events that ppl put up may have some overlapping themes n such (tho this idea would def be more specific and be cause for concern of plagiarism) and bc I would never want to steal ideas/not ask other writers first/not credit other writers (that’s not cool fam). If you have any issues with this event, pls bring them up w me, and if you know any other writers who’ve done smth similar, pls share w me their URLs! thank u for ur understanding :) I hope u can still enjoy haikyuu x otome :’)

» how to play:

I. you can refer here for the general rules of my blog. also, for this event (and it’ll say in the descriptions below), i’m only accepting one character per request. also the word count limits i wrote here may change as im getting started on actually writing requests lol

II. essentially a collection of x reader one-shots, drabbles, and smaus in which you are a busy college student whose only break seems to be spending time with friends who actually get you or the 15-minute lunch break during which you get to ignore annoying customers

III. since this is otome-inspired, i have several options you can choose from. these options are essentially types of requests:

» everyday is a new start 

» drabble about how you meet the character of your choice  

» it is not guaranteed y’all are gonna gel (get along) when you first meet,, warning: if the character is usually a bitch, i may write them as one LMAO jkjk but fr

» usually light, fluffy, and/or silly

» hmm tbh,,, idk word count,,, probs anywhere between 700-1k words (i edited this word count after writing my first thing bc HNNN)

» the only characters you can’t request this for is yamaguchi, tsukki n hinata,,, bc you meet them in the prologue AHAHA sry it’s nothing too spaicy since it’s just in the intro

» it’s all in the little things

» one-shots about normal, daily interactions with the character of your choice

» in other words, these include what can go on in a day in the life of y/n and the character of your choice (after they’ve already met). in the city, the possibilities are endless

» give me a word (or several, cuz writing is hard lmao. also legit any word, like ‘orange’ or ‘nostalgia.’ i may choose only one or do a combination from your list :3) as a prompt and ill somehow make something of it lmao

» medium relationship development + exp

» 700-1.5k words

» hmmm what should i get today?

» very short drabble with a character of your choice about various scenarios and thots i have in my head

» a complete surprise, totally random, may have no context

» may be serious, fluff, crack, etc. 

» if u choose this u basically told me ‘surprise me’

» 100-300 words, depends on my mood

» when i see your name pop up on the screen, i can’t help but smile 

» short smau with a character of your choice 

» fluff or crack, ur choice or leave that up to me (if unspecified, ill just flip a coin)

» you can either give me a word(s) as a guide or leave the topic of convo up to me

» 2-4 panels

» you’d be surprised how much can happen in a day 

» BMO has nothing to do with this, i just found a cute pixel of him

» spaicy relationship development, the scenes in which you actually make progress in the game

» one-shot with a character of your choice

» order from the following:

» macaron: when they realize they’ve fallen for you

» banana bread: when you realize you’ve fallen for them

» iced americano: when they feel a tinge of jealousy 

» hot chocolate: when they see you crying  

» matcha latte: when they have a longing to be around you

» cupcake: love confession (may be intentional or accidental)

» major relationship development + exp + sometimes confusion

» 1-2k words

» these will probs take me longer

» all good things must come to an end

»  not as angsty as those bolded words above sound,,, unless you want it to be >:)

» drabble or one-shot with a character of your choice. the final interaction before finishing the game

» you have three options: good end (fluffy, romantic & the like), bad end (angst), or crack end (surprise)

» word count will be super variable, from 300-1.5k words

IV. this forces me to write one-shots, drabbles, anything but hc’s, and also forces me to limit my word count. that said, this will take me a hot minute, y’all. word counts may change too bc i am,,, indecisive n untalented AHAHA

V. search for ‘haikyuu x otome,’ ‘haikyuu x otome special,’ ‘haikyuu x reader otome’ tags! i will tag each work under these c:

got it? have a request for me? send me an ask or submission! 

request example: ‘start new game with akaashi’ or ‘love challenge with yachi in the empty lecture hall at night’ or ‘continue story with noya. words: tired, mangoes, music’ 

feel free to ask me if ur confused about anything and have questions! thank you so much for reading <3 im excited for this heh

inspired by recent haikyuu otome teasers i keep seeing online and the fact that i dropped my summer class and am taking on personal projects (like painting my room LMAO i gotta manifest my inner buff daddee ushi to move shit in my room bc i kid u not everything is rlly heavy in here. and i also delved back into otomes on my phone,, does anyone else play midnight cinderella or mr love LOL talk 2 me)

haikyuu x otome masterlist

[soren-bleu-kun]

BnHA Fics I’ve Read This Week 1

I read and review a lot of fics, every week. Here is the list from last Friday, to today. Let me know if I should I do this next week. 

Bloom in Winter - God linking all the art for this was a bitch in my google document, but worth it. In this uncompleted and seemingly abandoned twelve chapter fic where Midoriya is forced to work with villains with his analytical abilities. The story picks up when he finds out that he’s going to have to infiltrate UA as a General Studies student in order to find a way to help kill his idol, All Might. 

The Sun in My Eyes - This is a MomoJirou fic where the two girls meet at a young age and slowly fall in love as they grow up together. A fast read, and really cute. 

Trust Fall - This is a cute little fic that I think is supposed to end on a note of a possible relationship between Shinsou and Midoriya. Basically, the 2A addition to the UA Cultural Festival is a cat café, and while chasing one down both Midoriya and the cat he was chasing end up stuck in a tree, and it’s Shinsou to the rescue. 

What’s She Got That I Don’t? - This is a one-shot where we see Kirishima tell Bakugou that he has a crush on him. Getting rejected, he expected that. What he didn’t expect was for Bakugou to turn around and ask out Uraraka the very next day. This one-shot was good, but painful at times. 

I. Shaky Hands - This is the beginning of rexcorvidae’s incomplete Whumptober Series. I did not review every single piece of this series, but it does kick off with a very good start. Dadzawa to the rescue when he realizes that - with all the damage that Midoriya’s done to them - his problem child can’t use a pen well, or a pair of chopsticks. 

[Because this was a series of unconnected stories, I will be putting each one that I reviewed after this] 

III. Delirium - Midoriya gets sick out of the blue in the UA dorms, attacks some students in his delirious state, and collapses. The whump is just spectacular and I love any story that features a character that thinks their friends are their enemies 

IV. Human Shield - While taking Midoriya out for ice cream, he and Yagi get attacked. His brilliant solution to save his mentor? Jump in front of the bullet and almost die. There is some good Dad Might in this fic. 

VII. Isolation - Warning, this fic deals with Suicidal Ideation. Basically, what would happen if Midoriya took Bakugou’s middle school taunting as far as it could have gone. It ends with him standing on a roof, read at your own risk. 

XV. Scars - Midoriya has scars from the years of violent bullying that he went through and they don’t go unnoticed by his mentor. On the other side of the coin, Midoriya doesn’t want to tell Yagi who did it because he knows that if the people who tormented him don’t get to slide into being the heroes that they don’t deserve to be, they could be terrible villains. I honestly love this fic, it deserves everything. 

XVI. Stitches - This is an AU where Nighteye finds Midoriya at a pretty young age, sees the sort of analytical work that he can do, and has him intern at his office [and holds onto his notebooks for him, since there’s a lot of dangerous information in there, even if Midoriya doesn’t understand that when they first meet]. This story takes place a few years into that internship, when Midoriya collapses at work after the stitches he put in himself after another round of violent assault from his classes gets infected. 

XVIII. Muffled Screams - The last fic in this series that I reviewed, and it is a painful one, quite literally for Midoriya. In this story, he has been kidnapped, and he has one job. Don’t scream. Of course, this is difficult as he gets tortured, but he has to, because the villain promises that if he makes a noise, someone he cares about will die. We see this from the live feed that is being broadcast of the torture, with Yamada, Aizawa, and Yagi. 

Is it the Thunder in the Distance - This is a good little one-shot featuring Yagi spending the night at the Midoriya household and finding his successor sleeping on the floor right outside of his room. All in all, this is a very good fic and I like it a lot. Note, the actual name of the fic is much longer, but I am not writing the entire thing out again. 

If I’m Losing Again, Quiet Me Down - This takes place during the Stain Arc, when Midoriya is sitting in the hospital with Todoroki and Iida. While calling around to make sure that people know that he’s okay, he ends up having a panic attack. There is a soft ending to this one. 

I’ll Carry You Home - This was a debut fic for the author on Ao3, and it features Yagi carrying an exhausted Midoriya home after a long day of training. Most adorably, he accidentally calls his mentor “dad,” and when Midoriya wakes up enough to realize what he said there is a lot of apologizing. All in all a cute story. 

Growing Like You - This is a short one-shot featuring Midoriya finding out that one of the side affects of his new Quirk is that he’s growing, fast and a lot. Trying to find him something to wear, Yagi ends up stumbling across a box of his old UA clothes, and he gives it to Midoriya. 

Feelings of a Fanboy - This is one of those “What if Midoriya had a Quirk” stories, and they are some of my favorite kinds of fanfics out there. In this one, his power is called Emotional Rush. Basically, the more he feels, the stronger and faster he gets. This goes up to right around/before the Stain Arc. 

Father’s Day - This is a fic that features Hisashi Midoriya not really being around and Yagi stepping into the paternal role in Midoriya’s life, something that they both seem to need. 

Define “Villainy” - This is more or less a crack fic where Tsuyu realizes that literally no one in her class has tried to stop her from straight up attempting to murder Mineta, and they will probably continue to let her because no one in the class actually likes him. 

Anything, Anything - This is a fic that I already recommended to someone, and it is so good. This is a fic that features eventual TodoDoriya, where the two of them keep running into each other in the UA Dorms common room whenever they wake up from nightmares. 

Those Hardest to Love Need it the Most - This is a Dadzawa fic where Aizawa finds out that Midoriya was extremely mistreated at his middle school and opens up an investigation in hopes of taking the place down for Quirk discrimination. 

All the Signs - This is a crack fic for what I consider a bit of a crack ship, Huyumi. Basically, Fuyumi gets pregnant with Hawks’ kid and starts acting a little... bird like. The author, ohmytheon, is fantastic and I have read so much of their stuff. 

Come Home - This fic breaks my entire heart. This is a story where Touya and Fuyumi Todoroki are twins, two halves of the same whole. This goes through their childhood together, right up to the end where Fuyumi watches Touya being Dabi on TV and refuses to rat him out. She just wishes that he would come back. 

Who Will Protect Them - USJ 2.0, taking place when 1A has become 3A. After getting slammed into a wall and not being able to get back up, Aizawa wonders who’ll protect his class, before realizing that they’re more than keeping their own. He’s proud... and he’ll be even more proud if he survives this. 

Darken Your Door - This is a fic that deals with neglect, emotional abuse, and manipulation. While on a run to a corner store with Midoriya, Aizawa gets to meet his students estranged father. It doesn’t take long for him to realize that his student is extremely uncomfortable around his parent. From then on he wraps Hisashi Midoriya in more red tape than he’ll be able to get out from under. No one talks to his students unless his students want to hear from that person. 

Mouth Shut (Eyes Down) - A story in which Midoriya does not trust adults because they were the ones that let Bakugou and the rest of his bullies get away with assaulting him. He accidentally admits this to Aizawa after being stabbed when he thought he could “handle” getting stalked. 

A Touch of Hope - This is technically a soulmates fic, where you find your soulmate after physical contact. Shinsou was not expecting to find his at UA, nor was he expecting that it would give him an opportunity to join the Hero Course if he can prove himself. 

Voiceless - This is a shorter fic, only 1K, and it features Midoriya losing his voice when he gets sick and Shinsou taking care of him. It’s pretty cute. 

Creating Music - This is a three chapter fic taking place over two days, the day before and the day of Valentine’s Day. This is a MomoJirou fic that is really cute and sentimental. I love it so much. 

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year - In this fic, Midoriya is a dumbass and Shinsou finds his crush stuck to a pole by his tongue. He is not wearing a coat, and he has been stuck like this for a long time. 

Hook, Line, and Sinker - This is a great EraserMic fic in a Quirkless AU, where Aizawa thinks that his tinder date it a catfish because there is no way internationally famous singer Hizashi Yamada just matched with him. Note, there is smut in either the second or third chapter. 

Ask Me No Questions, I’ll Tell You No Lies - This is a silly little fic where Shinsou and Midoriya share a hotel room. Before you ask, there are two beds. There is a kiss, but that’s about it. A little OOC for Midoriya, but still pretty good. 

Shinsou the Local Cryptic - This is a fic where Shinsou becomes an internet meme of his own creating. It’s honestly pretty fun, and I had a good time with this one-shot. 

You Anchor Me Back Down - This is a one-shot with some fun art in it. When Todoroki is hit with a random Quirk that causes him to float whenever he’s happy, it’s difficult for him to keep his crush on Midoriya a secret. This takes place during their third year. 

Cosmic Confluence - Wonderful Shinsou-Centric fic where he’s a reaper and it’s his job to watch over Izuku Midoriya until he dies. I wish that there was more of this fic that I could read because the idea of this is so interesting.

[liathgray]

oh no im doing ok (its writing anon😩💜💜) i just got into zelda and have spent the last,,,, few months?????? playing the three (3) zelda games my family owns and watching lets plays/playthrus/speedruns so. . . ive got So Many new fic ideas and no energy to write them 😔 (and im part of a big bang for a diff fandom,,,, got a fic half finished for anOther fandom,,, got q continuation for q one shot i wrote over q yr ago in mind 😬😬😬) and also semesters starting (4 english classes,,,) so thats why i havent been sending any asks

but if i had to ask a writing question rn itd be how do you keep to schedules??? 🤔🤔🤔

im sure you can tell by my last asks that scheduling things and sticking to those schedules is??? an absolute nightmare, especially since ive got like 20mil other things i wanna do

or also like howre your recent outlines going??? 🤩🤩🤩 im still Absolutely Enamored by you using spreadsheets ngl akdhdjdk i just think its v sexy (platonic) of you

you dont have to answer! i just saw that other anon mention me qnd realized its been a While yknow? 💜💜💜 sorry its been so long 💜💜💜 also i love you and tell me in the sunshine caused me Physical Pain 💜💜💜

HEY WRITING ANON!! Good to hear from you darling and I’m glad you’re doing okay! Other than being busy with classes, I mean. Fic ideas you say... colour me curious!

For schedules, the best thing I think is to write ahead of time.

I always have my fics at LEAST half done before I start posting them so that I don’t have to take long pauses in between the updates.

For the day-to-day, I find having a goal helpful. Atm I have a goal of 1k a day just to keep the momentum up, even if some of it isn’t great and I rewrite or delete it later. Even if all you can get down is a few sentences, that’s still progress!

It doesn’t have to be word counts though. It could be starting or finishing a scene, getting to a certain moment, etc.

Writing on a schedule does take some discipline and of course no one is obligated to write but for me, personally, I like having a daily goal to reach. Some days I’m not particularly feeling it, so I take breaks. Some days I push through and it turns out well.

My outlines are alright I think! I’ve got the skeletons for three fics hashed out but I gotta build up all the arcs abd themes around the plot now so that’ll take a while. Thanks for asking!! It was nice to see ya again my dude feel free to drop in whenever MWAH

[clockworkcheetah]

i was tagged by @bootstrapparadoxed to do this fic interview thing thanks for tagging me!

Name: Phoebe

Fandoms: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency is my main jam. but i also wrote a couple of Lucifer fics and Pokemon SWSH stuff. also some og works that i sorta hate

Where you post: i use to post on ff.net like when i was 14, but i just use ao3 now

Most popular one-shot: ok this is kinda hard cause technically my lucifer fics are my most popular but for that fandom they really arent? its a big fandom so obvs they got more hits/kudos then my dghda stuff  i think ‘once brilliant blue, so innocent and new’ and ‘you’ve just been oversleeping’ are my most popular fics in terms of fandom + kudos

... i have noticed my smut fics get a fair bit of attention too lmao

Most popular multi-chapter:  i havent uploaded any (yet) but i have a multichapter dghda fic that almost every chapter is fully written (needs a ton of editing tho (and a title...)- theres only 3 chapters tho) and a swsh fic that needs some outlining before i write any

i think people will like the dghda fic cause itsssssss smutty

Favourite story I’ve written so far: yjbo is the one im most proud of obvs a lotta work went into that and its 20k (i normally write 1k-5k length fics)

but obbsian is my fave cause idk i just liked the vibe throughout i like the soft shit lmao

Fic you were nervous to post: uhm yjbo because well it is a long fic and also there werent really any ace!todd fics (still arent... i swear im gonna increase the numbers- im rly fond of that hc) so i wasnt sure how well people would take that? i do know ace fics can get hate (i havent so far) so i was a little wary also ‘making more music and fine romance’ because first e-rated fic and i felt very selfconscious at the time (i have written some more smut since and i am still shy about it even tho smut is fun to write asdfghjkl;)

How do you choose your titles: lol song titles mostly or just whatever assortment of words that i think could work

Do you outline: i did for the ofar series especially yjbo (partly why it ended up being so long i had so many notes, summaries and structures filled out for it) ive kinda slagged it off a bit and i rly need to get back to it because im not one of those people who can write amazing things from the top of my head yknow? i like to have structure

Complete: basically everything i started in 2020 is complete

In progress: that 3 chapter brotzly fic id say its 75% done the first chapter needs the most work tho cause thats where the plot is (ch2+3 are basically pwp)

Coming soon: a kbnz fic and i also have a bunch of fic ideas for dghda tho i cant promise they will be written

Prompts: as much as i would like too i know ill never write them if i got them

uhh i tag any mutual who writes? @raloire and @thyrem? anybody else?

[rainstormcolors]

I wrote some additions to something small I’d written before. This is a dark Kaiba brothers fanfiction with suicide themes. ~1K words.

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I

The innards of the house had been painted with the brushstrokes of darkness, and Seto was two months shy of thirteen as he crept through the hallway. And he could feel the house breathing. All the spiraling thoughts, the endless lessons and the things he can’t remember, how the lines of text inside a book became alive and monstrous, swallowing caffeine pills until he vomited, until his eyesight blurred, all the fantasies of that man burning alive, of taking a knife from the kitchen and stabbing him to death in his sleep. There was knife in Seto’s hand now and he crept to that man’s door. When had he gotten the knife? The thump inside his chest burned and he was swallowing air. This was it. And his hand took the doorknob and he began to turn it.

The door was locked.

He kept his hand resting on the knob for a moment, and the world was silent. Seto began to laugh. The sound was soft at first, but his voice clawed and bubbled harder, and his free hand jumped to his mouth to silence himself, and he realized then that he was trembling and that tears were spilling from his eyes as he stumbled backwards and crumbled to the floor. And the knife was so close to his own throat. And the house was quaking. It was swallowing him.

When he woke up in his bed the next morning, he didn’t know whether it had been real or a dream. An opalescent blade of sunshine spilled from the shut curtains split the space of his bedroom in two and the shadows seemed edged in purple.

And he felt pieces of himself breaking off. And the shapes of the world changed. Something inky and poisonous was leeching into him, and the core of himself was growing harder and colder by the day. What was happening to him?

If it was real, it had been the last time he ever cried.

He never did find the knife.

 II

The idea had drifted on the edges of Seto’s mind, and he regretted it the moment he placed the reader upon his head like some techno crown. The holographic screen was darkly iridescent before uploading the memories of that man and Seto watched as his face emerged from the dark. His step-father’s face in a square of white, the stats floating from Seto’s own brain.

If he’d regretted placing the reader on his head, he still walked to the entrance of the hologram arena and he wasn’t sure why. His colors reflected back to him from the metal doors.

The room that poured into the arena was pale and bare.

It was ghost. The shape of that man, his form, his aura was a ghost. Seto stared at Gozaburo. And Gozaburo peered back. His eyes were cold and like mud.

Seto swallowed, clenched his teeth, and the room and Gozaburo faded away instantly into black, into nothing.

 III

The naked room filled the space like liquid, and Gozaburo in his maroon suit turned his head from the side to face the boy. His shape was harsh against the pale room; the boy’s shape was harsh against the pale room.

Mokuba stared. His body was locked. His breaths became deeper; the weight in his chest was heavy, was unbearable. Gozaburo peered back at him with unreadable eyes. And then Mokuba materialized a gun in his hand.

He shot Gozaburo once, the sound crisp and penetrating, and he struck Gozaburo’s shoulder. Mokuba flinched as he watched his step-father stumble and grasp at the wound. When Gozaburo brought his eyes back to Mokuba, Mokuba shot him again in the chest. And again in the head. And Gozaburo was a heap on the floor. Except it wasn’t really Gozaburo.

A tremor moved through Mokuba. As he released the gun, it vanished in the air. The sound crawled out of Mokuba in fragments at first and tears began to drip. Gozaburo’s body had vanished as well.

Mokuba crumbled to his knees. His insides boiled as he sobbed and sobbed. Everything was spiraling and splitting.

Why didn’t you get help?! Why didn’t you try getting help, Nii-sama?!

Why did you leave me?!

 IV

When Seto returned home a day later, Mokuba handed Kaiba Corporation back to him without comment. He asked how the trip went, asked if Seto had found Atem, asked if he won the duel.

There was something peaceful and soft inside Seto’s words, and Mokuba was disgusted.

They fell back into routine, quietly in rooms together. Mokuba watched Seto work. Seto watched Mokuba eat the snacks the maid would bring. Mokuba didn’t say a thing about it.

In a sudden burst one day, Mokuba deleted the Atem AI and Gozaburo AI programs from the company’s computer system, teeth clenched as he watched the data disintegrate into ether. If Seto had discovered he’d done this, he never let on that he did.

The quiet gesture of bringing someone coffee or bringing someone juice was shared between them. There were quiet thanks and quiet thank yous. The softness of peeking over to see what the other was doing as they set the drink down beside them.

He dreamed about it sometimes. It wasn’t exactly the same: he had dreams of finding his brother hanging himself.

But Mokuba didn’t say a word about it. Not for years.

The world was heavy. There were shadows seeping into his mind, becoming louder.

Seto had been living for all these years, and they’d been sharing company, and Seto had times of isolating himself but he seemed better than he’d been before. Somehow there had been so much peace held inside his words back then, like pinpricks of lights glowing inside a bottle.

They were inside his brother’s office, surrounded by glass and indigo sky and a moonless hum.

And so Mokuba asked him, “Do you still get those kinds of thoughts?”

Seto stopped work at his monitor. He looked to Mokuba sitting by the window, who was looking at nothing in particular. And Seto looked away again and he answered back gently, “Not as badly as I used to.”

It had been like running over broken glass back then, towards that bright thing.

The world was heavy.

I’m sorry I’ve let you down, was hanging in Seto’s head. Because he too hadn’t spoken a word about it in years.

“What should I do?” Mokuba asked. I’d rather paint the walls with my brains and a shotgun than go to therapy, he thought.

But he listened to Seto when Seto said, “Get help.”

Get help.

[bandtrees]

6 & 7? 😮

yesss! fanfiction asks! ...this probably needs a readmore it got quite long. enjoy!

Name three stories you found easy to write. - you know what a ship at harbor was? me just talking about my mary headcanons for 1k words. i was hyperfixating on ddadds at the time, mary’s my fav, i already thought about her all the time anyway, + boredom in a church library, boom i wrote that XD in general with the kinda writer i am (nOT to bRAg [flex emoji]) a lot of my stuff is easy, because i tend to just sit down and do a one-shot in a sitting or two and post it as soon as i’m done XD and i like doing it! but there’s a special shout-out to somnium, which was a rewrite of a canon scene i think i did in a class period.  and, of course, a very easy fic for me to write just bc how personal it was was lesson zero! skid’s... pretty much a self-insert, not so much in appearance or personality, but in the way he thinks, if that makes sense. lesson zero was modeled after my own thought processes following a toxic relationship, and to a lesser extent my own experiences with that toxic relationship. i was pretty much just writing out my own thoughts and feelings and putting my oc’s name on em, eheh. wreck-it ralph ocs are cheaper than therapy

Name three stories you found difficult to write. - does present tense count? because i am finding spottedfur’s pride difficult XD multi-chapter fics are not my forte, much less stuff spanning a character’s whole life. i have faith i can do it, though, i tend to write by the seat of my pants but it works haha! even getting an outline down has been tough, just because as someone who writes shorter one-shots, i’m just not used to having to prepare so much, nor have so much build-up before “getting into the action”. pray for me yall, i wont let it die!! in addition to that, there’s also justice in paris: for researching the wounds the characters would have and if i’m over- or under- estimating them. it was a different fic when i first posted it, and then someone pointed out the inconsistencies with how i wrote esmeralda’s injuries, and i was like... time to rewrite it because it’ll bother me forever XD rewriting was hard because there were parts i wanted to keep in but contradicted eachother, not to mention redoing what happens when and where characters are when, but ultimately i’m thankful i did, because i’m happier with it now! whiiich just goes to show that while criticism for someone sensitive like me can be Devastating in the moment it does help you improve! yaay moral lesson of the day :D and, of course, the other behemoth of mine that is unpersoned was very tough to write. for starters, as someone who wants to show the comic’s canon proper respect, it was hard to kind of untangle the timeline. and ultimately my Very Fun headcanon that simon peacock is just an alias didn’t line up with canon, and im certain there are other parts of it that didn’t either, but i did my best XD and hopefully any inconsistencies aren’t glaring! ALSO trying to work out his backstory in general was tough, trying to come up with a feasible reason why he’s all rotting, and THEN trying to write THAT decently... it was tough! but it’s still one of my fav fics iv ever written, so it totally came out worth it <3

wOW i rambled. i just like talking about my writing! thank you for the ask!