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telleroftime · 2 years ago

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Little Melody ||| Bowser x Reader

King Bowser struggles with a certain part of a composition when playing on his piano. You, his captive, chime in with a chord suggestion that ends up working.

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Pairing: Bowser x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Platonic

Tone: Gen

Word Count: 2.8k

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Being held captive for ransom was certainly an experience, especially when the person kidnapping you was most definitely not penurious.

From the towering doors edged with polished silver - the surface of which was decorated with engravings depicting bones and beasts and fire - to the cascading walls of glowing lava that had to be suspended using tedious magic, the castle you were taken into was truly quite fascinating. The architecture was different from your home, making you feel like a helpless little mouse trapped in a giant's den instead of a spark of musical might that kept you alive. Everything was plus sized. The ceilings reached too high. The corridors were too long. But there was less fear behind the anxiety blooming in your chest and more so a sense of wonder. This place was different, inspiring almost.

And, if the outward appearance wasn't enough to settle that, the stark disparity between court ethics made the slight culture shock that more obvious. There were no ladies in elegant garb wandering in search of rich lords and famous musicians. The castle staff was kept to a minimum of a few Shy Guys dusting random corners instead of bustling maids and palace servants. There were no princes or princesses causing immediate havok amongst the stationed guards. The court was quiet. Too quiet.

It was a silence that did not falter even as you were led towards the throne room during your first few days there. You could remember the sound of your dark chains as they clanged against one another, their heavy alloy creating minimal discomfort, surprisingly not irritating the skin of your wrists at all. With the two magikoopas keeping you walking - one in front and one behind - you had to steel yourself before you could actually come face to face with your kidnapper.

Your steps echoed loudly down the halls. One step after the other, like walking to the set rushed pace of a metronome, you forced yourself to remain confident. You were more than aware of the hanging cages decorating the more fortress-like areas; the skeletons brushed to the side were not that far out of view.

Scratches disrupted the perfect surface of the rock below your feet, telling tales of struggles that were overshadowed by the huge statues of a giant beast. You remembered how the stone was cut, chiseled with finesse to mimic the shapes of a raging monster. The pointy teeth. The sharp claws. The horns of a bull curling up like a laurel wreath. Even then, when looking at the hovering black flags that wore the emblem of this foreign kingdom, you had pieced together that the statues must have depicted the king himself.

You were right.

At first, when standing in front of his throne and having to crane your neck up to witness the true potency of his glower, you had hoped you could reason with His Majesty, King Bowser. You wanted to plead your case. You wanted to reason that this was all a misunderstanding. It was all a wreck of a symphony that could yet be fixed. However, with an arrogant upturn of his snout and the flick of his decorated wrist, you were quick to realise it was all just wishful thinking.

For the first few days trapped in this unknown world, you were kept locked within the dungeons. You were given a simple cot, the pillows flat and uncomfortable and not at all what you were used to back at home. The food was given to you as tasteless, uninspiring mush. The only light you were allowed was the dull glow of fire that filtered through the iron bars. You were held like a convict within the small cell.

All until you weren’t. The cold stone slabs turned to polished wood. The rationed prison food turned to exquisite three course meals. Instead of the now-dirty clothes you wore when you were taken in, you had been dressed in white fabric, edges of the garments trimmed and lined with colours of flames and gemstones mimicking the glimmer of embers. You don't know what brought about the change. Maybe the people of your home agreed to the king's conditions. Maybe the giant koopa had a change of heart. Whatever it was was definitely not to your benefit when you were placed in a large, golden cage beside the king himself.

Despite your voiced complaints and near constant nagging, the king insisted on having you dragged after him. You dined with him. You sat idly next to him as he slouched back on his throne. You were trapped in every sense of the word, stuck in a cage like a little, doomed songbird. A musician with no thrill and a creator with no hope. The only thing you could do was sit on top of a small bar attached to the base of the platform - a little, worthless bench that allowed you to rock your legs back and forth - with your body leaning forwards on your elbows. Trapped with nothing to do but lazily hum your comfort songs as you daydreamed of home.

However, be that a stroke of luck or of misfortune, your boredom was temporarily sated when you were brought into a large, circular space surrounded by a glow of thick, molten lava. It was a new place, and now the heat of the glowing walls caused your palms to sweat and your skin to sparkle with moisture. It was arid, but not entirely unbreathable.

The king placed your cage down on a small stool next to a black coloured grand piano, the plaque reading 'Ludwig Von Koopa' informing you of the brand, and sat himself positively on the cushioned chair. Confidently, his claw pressed the first key.

You're guilty to admit that you would have never expected the large koopa, let alone your beast of an impolite kidnapper, to be able to play on such a fine instrument. It was tuned perfectly, the sounds echoing within the body with beautiful resonance. The king's claws glided against the keys with a practiced precision you couldn’t help but observe. With each note he played, his face of concentration morphed to fit the sound. It pulled and it twisted as if you were not there, passion for the craft evident even in the way he closed his eyes. He leaned his body in when the tune demanded a longer sound, and swayed backwards for the faster notes.

You gawked at him, your silhouette still as you simply watched him play. At first, you were certain that you recognised the chord progression. You thought you knew the melody, the kingdom you were from known mainly for its involvement in the evolution of music. However, you refused to be vain enough to say for certain. In some places it sounded familiar, though that was common within many compositions. In other parts the melody sounded original. It was unlike anything you have ever heard before, and it was something that would have never reached the shores of your homeland. It sounded like something born to this room, and the flex and twitch of the king's arms showed the truth to that.

You watched as his brows furrowed, then relaxed. Then they furrowed again, and His Majesty's playing took a pause.

One try after the next, King Bowser played and replayed a certain part of the melody. The composition was unfinished from the looks of it, and you readjusted your spot on the metal bar. You heard him huff as he glanced at your movement, but other than that he ignored it in favour of the piano.

Playing for a minute, he stumbled, then he tried again. Each time he started from the same bar, giving himself room to think. He tried, and failed. He tried, and failed again. After about the fifth time, your eyes flitted away from his general figure and turned instead to the entrance of the room. You stared blankly at the door, eyes unfocused slightly as you listened to him play.

F major seven, G major, F minor. You knew those chords, recognising them as they rang in the background of the sound. Then, the king faltered, the misplay making the piano ring an off tuned sound. A broken noise.

Turning your focus back to the koopa, you noticed the angle of his face no longer flowed with the wave of musical passion. You saw him bare his sharp teeth in anger, the smug grin from his confident playing wiped clean off his snout. His claws hovered with a twitchy tension above the monochrome keys as if he didn't wish to inflict the aftermath of his rage onto the instrument. His eyes twitched as his bushy red brows furrowed in spiteful annoyance, following a distinct streak of black smoke that pushed itself out of his nostrils.

Blinking, you turned your gaze forward to think again. F major seven. G major. F minor… and then another misplayed key that sent a growl echoing into the silence of the room that fought against the popping sound of lava. F minor… but what if…

"Try A-Sharp minor," you chirped, leaning your body forward on the hard seat as you looked up at him expectantly. His attention turned away from the piano, his head tilting up slightly so that he could more strongly look down at you.

Instead of the friendly acknowledgment you would have hoped for, the king gave you silence. His eyes were sharp and narrow, cast in a fiery glow that made his frown appear shadowed and menacing and arrogant. The look made you slouch back in your seat, watching as he huffed out yet another cloud of ash. This time you could taste the sulphur on the base of your tongue. "Be quiet," he instructed, turning his head back to the piano with an irritated swing of his tail. You watched as his hands clenched and unclenched above the keys.

"I'm only trying to help you-"

He snarled, the sound deep and guttural, causing your mouth to shut in an instant. It was a wordless instruction that made you cross your arms.

Sitting up straight, you grumpily turned your body away from him as an act of small rebellion. Your features lay low on your face then, a small pout twisting your lips. Though you refused to look back, you could feel his eyes on you as the silence hung like thick goo between the two of you. Then you heard him shuffle and you relaxed at the tentative press of one of the keys. The king went back to playing.

Starting from the very beginning, you closed your eyes as you let the sour taste of tension dissipate with the sound of the notes. You were lost in the sound of the piano, only hearing the sound of King Bowser's breathing whenever a pop of lava snapped you back to reality. Any stolen glances you permitted yourself revealed not a face of anger, but instead one of contemplative concentration that did not affect the quality of the piece. He wordlessly continued, note after note, chord after chord, until he returned to the end of the section.

The first chord sounded. Then the second. Then the third. You were certain that he would hesitate again, but to your surprise he played your suggestion, minimally delaying to play the starting chord again. A minute or two passed as the giant koopa finished with the piece. Then he stopped and you opened your eyes.

Slowly, his eyes scrolled to meet yours, brows raised lightly with his lips parted. He stared at you with those brutal red eyes, his hands playing the chord again, and again, and again causing you to shrug. Letting his features relax, it was as if the aimed annoyance had completely dissipated from his body.

"I wasn’t expecting you to actually play it," you mumbled. However, your surprised tone was lost on him as he tilted his head up, side eyeing the piano before looking back at you.

“How’d ya know?”

You hummed, kicking your feet slowly in the air as you balanced on the metal seat. "I thought about it."

Your kicking stopped as a low growl rumbled in his chest, his snout pulling back incredulously, "you saying I didn’t?"

"No," you turned your entire body to face him, stradling the seat to match his show of arrogance, "I'm just saying that I did."

“It doesn’t explain how you knew the chord.”

“It does.”

He grumbled, “does not.”

“Does too.”

Huffing, the king childishly tossed his arms in the air, turning his attention back to the piano with a pout evident on his snout, though he didn't seem to notice, or at least he didn't seem to care. You observed him intently as he froze in his spot, thinking. Then his clawed hands pressured down on the piano in favour of a different tune. It was a lively one, a melody that originally belonged to a much larger, angry symphony. However, when singled out the tune almost sounded happy. Hopeful. It was also a composition that you definitely recognised, and one that King Bowser played with an expert's touch.

Your intrigue had returned, and you subconsciously leaned your body in. It was honestly beautiful. His hands fluttered across the length of the piano. The movements were muscle memory, the skill seemingly engraved into him.

Tilting his head from side to side as if he breathed the music itself, you almost missed the side glances he threw your way. Every once in a while, after every enunciated chord, you saw his downcast, amber gaze turn to you.

Whether it was him showing off once again - probably what the original purpose of coming to this room was - or it was a test, you did not care much. You listened, then you took the bait. You allowed your hands to flow in a familiar motion, as if you held onto a conducting baton. Every other moment, you listed the key or the chord he had played. You saw his fingers twitch at this, but he continued and so did you.

Sometimes he would slow down the tempo, sometimes he would speed it up. Most of the time, throughout the course of the piece, his eyes remained on you, bar from the few glances back at the keys. He played the piece to its end, exhaling a loud breath before his attention turned to you. You were still humming, in your mind finishing the parts that the very much missing ensemble could not. When you looked back at him, his eyes were glowing flames, though it wasn’t in any form of wrath. It was a curiosity, one that silently egged you on.

"I know how to play," you offered with a grin, your finger pointing at the piano through the bars of your cage. However, your hands were quick to dart back to your face to cover your grin. This was your kidnapper. He no doubt wanted to butter you up to use for ransom or he wanted to use you as a tool in a political war… and yet even knowing that fact, the grin refused to leave your face. Especially not after you saw His Majesty gawk at you with a smirk of his own.

He blinked a few times, eyes twitching from you to black shell of the piano. Then they closed, the grin dropping. You waited, and after a moment he opened them again. "Prove it."

Your lips thinned slightly and you tilted your head to the side. You ran your hand down one of the golden bars of the cage, your brows raised, "from in here? Or will you let me out?"

The king huffed then, and just as his lips moved to respond, the doors to the room creaked open and your collective attention turned to the single magikoopa that entered the room. He looked startled and unsure. Frightened almost. It was a dull reminder of who exactly you were sitting with.

"Your Majesty, Kamek requires your presence," the magikoopa said with a prominent waver in their voice.

Poorly masking the forming anger, King Bowser blew out a steam of flames at the unwelcome interruption, standing from the piano stool. His eyes looked to you before he shook his head, once again flicking his wrist with a disinterested persona. "Take them back to their room. Make sure they're fed well."

Your eyes widened, "what? Hey!" But the king ignored you, stomping angrily out of the bright room. He ignored your shouts, and you had to bite your tongue into silence as the mage awkwardly lifted you cage with a mist of purple magic.

Though it had an inconvenient end, that was not the last time you sat in that room.

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A/N: Get rickrolled all of you.

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arclundarchivist · 3 months ago

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Chet raises the best point!

If you get rid of the Gods, it upsets the entire power structure.

The panic and chaos and mad scrabble to be on top will cause havok for generations!

Nature abhors a power vacuum.

And when the Gods Drew back, others have risen to try and claim Exandria as their own!

To supplant them, to forge something anew.

Vecna.

The Triad.

Cognouza.

The Will Mind.

Thordak.

Demon Lords. Arch Mages, Arch Fey.

*Also Matt keeps saying Tharizdun isn’t part of Tengar!* Would Predathos even view it as prey?

A new pantheon would rise, there would be new gods.

And I truly do believe Ludinus wants to stand at the pinnacle.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr chetney #critical role exandria #exandrian pantheon #vecna #ludinus da'leth #Uk’Otoa

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elceetheporcupine · 3 months ago

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Hellscarred 17 *ANNOUNCEMENT*

Previous - First - Next The moment Prince Stolas realized who was responsible for Havok's torture and transformation, he gave a name: Andras, Lord General of the Goetia Family. Millie immediately knew this powerful and dangerous being, and all who followed him. Despite Blitzo's anger for what was done to his son, Stolas tried to explain how Andras is not one to be trifled with, especially with all the power and legions at his disposal. Yet, Blitzo remained steadfast and determined to kill the Lord General. However, their moment was interrupted when none other than Striker appeared out of nowhere, ready for some payback and claim the bounty on Havok. Despite the numbers and means to fight, there is no telling what Striker may have this time to even the odds. Art by me Commission and Havok belong to: The Hellscarred Loona, Octavia, and Helluva Boss belong to Vivziepop -------------------------- *ANNOUNCEMENT* *Attention friends and fans of my work and of the Hellscarred comic saga!* On behalf of the author, The-Hellscarred, and I, I wish to inform you all that while the Helluva Boss: Hellscarred comic saga will continue beyond this arc, the length of it is too long for me to draw by myself. Therefore, there are going to be other artists joining in to draw comic pages and for the The-Hellscarred himself to post on his DeviantArt page. While I will still draw arcs now and then, others will be helping so to see this comic through to the end over the next couple of years to come. Unfortunately they will not be available for early access on my Patreon out of respect for the other artists. I will be promoting and posting the links on my platforms for free access. Thank you all for enjoying this story, in my style, and I hope you are looking forward to the rest of the comic, drawn by others and posted by the owner himself. Take care!

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dc-vs-marvel-tournament · 1 year ago

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#dc comics #dcvsmarveltournament #marvel #marvel comics #dcau #dceu #dcu #poll tournament #tournament poll #tumblr tournament #maxwell lord #black king #emma frost #white queen

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thenixkat · 2 months ago

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ok so Lord Havok is just Maxwell Lord's consciousness in a robot transfered to a robot body by that Killg%re thing b/c he took its offer while he was dying and like is 30% more evil now.

Glad he got the shit murdered out of him by future clone Ted Kord/Blue Beetle 2.

So the Checkmate thing isn't the first time Max went full villain. And i assume his stans are going 'Max wasn't evil it was Killg%re controlling him'. Ignoring that Killg%re's plans for Max relied on Max being a self-serving evil controlling little man.

#nix meows #nix reads comics #maxwell lord #lord havok #killg%re #justice league america

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nightskywonderer · 9 months ago

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“Shelter From The Storm”

An all out assault against the Justice League and the world by Lord Havok, leads to the devastating destruction of Wonder Woman’s home island of Themyscira and Wonder Woman making a decision that will change the world’s view of not only her but the Justice League forever. Will the world’s greatest heroine spiral down to a dark path or can Superman be her shelter through this dangerous storm of turmoil, heartbreak, betrayal, regret and rage?

Chapter 1: Paradise Lost

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A03

#superman #wonder woman #superman and wonder woman #wonder woman and superman #dc comics #superwonder #supermanwonderwoman #power couple #clark kent #diana prince #a03 writer #a03 #fanfiction #read on a03

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the-antiapocalyptic-man · 4 months ago

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Ares was always meant to a major antagonist in the Headverse (as a mirror to Diana being a more central figure than Bruce or Kal) but I wasn't sure of his goal until recently. While perpetuating war in general has always been his MO via a variety of expressions (antagonist, mentor, inevitable facet of operating at the global stage, etc etc) I think the DC version of Ares specifically has an underlying maliciousness that drives him as a character distinct from the mythological figure.

In my AU, Ares' long game initially involves causing the three World Wars (two irl, one a fictitious metahuman war in Kahndaq under Teth's Black Reign) and fostering a sets of heirs in the Wonder Women and the Lord of Havok (his "Children"). Ultimately he wants to abstract "War" as concept enough to cast it off as his domain and take an even greater role: as the Endless of Destruction.

Essentially, he's in a one-man cosmic death spiral playing into the Gentry/Perpetua/King of Tears endgame, but with a personal goal rooted in conflicted feelings over his nature as being: Wars end. Destruction is Endless.

#dc #fanart #headverse #au #redesign #ares #greek pantheon

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irisopranta · 9 months ago

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The Flowers of Fate - Part Two: War Neverending

Part 1

There be Heavensward spoilers ahead. tw: Death, body horror

“Estinien!” She shouted at the now blooded dragoon. The two just defeated Nidhogg. The look on his face was manic. She needed to say something to him. “Please, calm down and give me the eye.”

He glazed over to her. “And why should I?” He growled, defensive over the eye that he plucked from the fallen wyrm.

“You damn well know what will happen if you keep this up. Let me take on the burden of the eye.” She reached out her hand cautiously, in hopes that he would give it up without fighting. He thought for a moment. He looked at the eye, then to his co azure dragoon. Sighing, he handed it over.

Iris was shocked that he did that. “I do not take pleasure that you now have to hold it. But if there is someone who could keep it in check, it would be you.” He gruffed at her. She put it away. Grateful at least that he understood her reason. It seemed odd however, normally he would insist on keeping the eye for himself. For him to carry that burden alone. Perhaps he was growing away from his cold, uncaring ways from their journey here. She sighed a sigh of relief.

“Well if all that sorted out we should tell Aymeric what has happened here. Tell him the truth of the Dragonsong War.” Her words were as cold as the Coerthas winter night that they had come used to of their journey. She turned her back towards the rest of the group. They followed suit, however, they were concern. Her demeanor was different somehow. The usual cheery seamstress turned dragoon seemed to have wrinkles on her face that resembled a growling dragon. They were unsure of what to do to make sure their friend and comrade was alright. However, they knew that time was of the essence and the group of elezen decided to teleport back to Ishgard.

As they arrived, they were greeted with both the temple knights and heretics fighting. Ysayle, seeing what has been going on in her absence, broke the news to the heretics. They lost the will to continue their fight. They all retreated. The temple knights relieved, celebrated their hollowed victory that the heretics weren’t wrecking havok in the Brume.

It was a moment later that Lord Haurchefant came running to the group, figuring what just happened and to make sure his beloved was safe. He greeted the four. He heard of the tale and their current plans to tell Aymeric. He told them that he will bring the lord commander to the manor and to wait for them. The Lord Commander hears the tale. The next thing the Fortemps and the the adventurers knew he was off to confront the archbishop, his father.

They waited. The tension was tense in the manor. Worry felled over. Edmont couldn’t take it anymore. “Mistress Iris and Ser Estinien, may I request you two to make tea for everyone? I think that would lift the dread in this air.”

“You think a simple cup of tea would make everything alright?” Iris snapped. Edmont was shocked. He found it strange that she would reject the idea of tea.

He gathered his thoughts before coughing “Well, I wouldn’t mind a cup if you wouldn’t mind humor an old man.” “Oh come Estinien. Let us humor a old man a bit.” She dragged the dragoon away for the task that he could only describe as torture. More timed passed. Tea was had. However, the tension never went away. A day passed by before the group knew what may had happened to the Lord Commander. Ultimately, they decided to storm the Vault.

They got the people of the Brume to revolt so they could sneak in. The guards tried fighting them off but the strength of the Warrior of Light was too much for them. They arrived to the air deck where Thordan was boarding their new airship.

This all seemed familiar to Iris. It felt like she just lived through these events recently. Mayhaps she read too many of those heroic tales. Where the hero makes it to the big bad guy for their final conflict. A voice called from behind her, breaking her thoughts. “Father,Please.” it was Ser Aymeric, limbing, surely from the torture that Thordan and the Heavensward gave him. Estinien and Lucia were not too far behind. “For a mercy, we were not too late.” the gruff voice of Estinien directed his words to Iris. She scoffed at him. “Should we be thankful for that while Thordan still stands?” “Why must you do this, Father?! Nidhogg is Fallen! There is no need for further deception! Now is the time to renounce the lies which led us down this path–to start anew!” Aymeric shouted at Thordan, hoping that his words could get through to him. “And tear down the very pillars of society–our history, our values–everything we have built over a thousand years?” Thordan sighed “A fool to the last.” He continued onward the airship. Knowing that if they didn’t act then he would get what he wanted. Haurchefant knew what Iris was thinking. The two sprang into action. Haurchefant took off first with her following him. They were focused on Thordan. Haurchefant notice there was a knight up upon the spires behind them. The knight produced a spear of light. It flew through the sky. At the blink of an eye He blocked the spear with his shield protecting his love. It’s power was too much and pieced the shield and its knight. Haurchefant fell. Blood coming out of him. Alphinaud tried to heal him but his wound was too much. He looked onto Iris, seeing the sadness in her eyes. “Oh, don’t look at me so. A smile better suits a hero.” His breathing stopped. Red filled her eyes. She couldn’t hear any words her comrades were saying. She felt a pulse from outside of her body and she heard a voice. “Vengeance!” It called out to her. Before she knew it her smooth, delicate skin became coursed with scales. Her mouth grew into a maw filled with jagged teeth. To her comrades, they saw that she transform to a dragon. Not just to any dragon, to Nidhogg. Nidhogg roared out before pursuing the airship with the archbishop and the Heavensward. It wasn’t a problem for the dragon, He was able to catch up in no time. As he did, he touched the airship while in the sky. It burned and crashed down near the Falcon’s Nest. Their were no survivors. With Iris’ revenge fullfilled, Nidhogg took full control of her body. No way to reverse the transformation. No way to take back control her body. Nidhogg was fully revived and had no intentions of ending the Dragonsong war. The Ishgardians tried to change their ways but Nidhogg saw best to make sure the war continued. Change couldn’t come to be. Death of their society was assured.

#oc: iris opranta #ffxiv #The Flowers of Fate #ffxiv heavensward #heavensward #heavensward spoilers

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raikkxz · 10 months ago

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˚ ₊ · ͟͟͞͞➳ — ꒰ multiple x reader i write for !! ꒱

⭑ tbc

even if my requests are closed, you can request for a second part and I might consider it. otherwise, requests are closed. if you have any questions, don't be shy to ask me! <3

if you break these rules, request for things i clearly stated that i wasn't comfortable with writing, "just write this, it's not that hard," hate towards any drivers, then you can leave.

please be patient when requesting. remember, I only write for fun, so it's not like a job. Which means that I won't be able to write every minute of every day.

please be specific when requesting. it'll help me get a better visual/thought of what you want me to write.

please understand that I can't write every single request. i'll lyk if i can't write this request or if i don't feel comfy with writing it.

@RAIKKXZ

do not repost/copy any of my works on apps or websites.

all rights and credits go to the original owner of any images from my blog. most images are either from pinterest, discord, or made by ME.

this may be updated often in case of any mistakes or forgotten info.

#📼 — vee's rules ★#rules #hrts4scarr #lvrzzscarr

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