#magnum drabble

[sexbot300]

daily texts with naoya, kenjaku, and mahito! ♡

contents: 18+, mdni. every day texts with the sweetest boys ♡ naoya, kenjaku, and mahito included.

cw: fluff, cumplay, bukkake, squirting

a/n: just have sm love 4 them. not at all satire.

[junkissed]

some quick updates !

first, i just turned in my last final so i'm officially on winter break woo!!!!! :D i have been DYING to start writing again and now that my responsibilities are out of the way i finally can :)) i can't make any promises how often i'll post because life is still busy in other ways, but i have more down time rn and i'm so excited to get back into writing <3

secondly!! if you've been following me for a while you'll know that i'm in a collab with my dear friend mars @onlymingyus called the king's gambit, and after a long break we've finally started working on it again!! it's by far my longest fic and i am so so excited to finish this collab that's been almost 2 years in the making. we are planning on making a new masterlist and taglist soon so please keep an eye out for that, and feel free to send asks if there's more you want to know! there is no release date yet as we're not finished writing but we appreciate your patience so much and i promise we are going to get it out soon!!

my wips (including tkg) are updated here :)

[gabbi-gabz-a-lot]

Final Chapter!!

At last. She is finito! Done-ion rings! Signed sealed and delivered!!

I have written 10,000 words for this niche ship that has lived in a special place in my heart since i was a tween. And there's gonna be more in the future, but for now I'm gonna rest on my laurels that i saw this through to the end.

[septic-dr-schneep]

@whumpril Day 19: "I need you."

“C-Captain Magnum? Can you hear me? It’s Eric. I-I came as soon as I could. Dr. Iplier says you were in a…s-shipwreck.” Forcing the word out left a bitter coating on Eric’s tongue, the same bitterness he’d tasted when he was the one in the hospital bed, the nurse’s face filled with pity as she explained the bus crash. But this wasn’t about him.

Captain Magnum was always larger than life, with his booming voice and weathered grin and slaps on the back (and Eric was so small, it was a wonder Magnum wasted any time on him.) He wasn’t supposed to be so pale and still…so lifeless.

“I’m here to ask you to wake up,” Eric whispered, dipping his fingers under his glasses to wipe his eyes. “P-Please? Because it…it’s really scary seeing you like this. I’m—I can’t—please, just…I need you to wake up. I need you.”

[itsjustdg]

So a (not on Tumblr) fandom friend and I may have written every single one of these for @vix-has-arrived's birthday at the end of August. 😎

Finally getting around to posting tonight, so I thought I'd leave the link here in case anyone is interested: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3711139

Lots of short, whumpy and angsty goodness (with some comfort thrown in but don't really count on much lol)

Here's the full linked list with fandoms included:

Leverage: "I know you're hurt."

Almost Paradise: "You're burning up."

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: "Just breathe."

The Brave: "I don't feel good."

Almost Paradise: "Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

Leverage: Redemption: "That's a lot of blood."

Almost Paradise: "Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare–"

Timeless: "How long were you planning on hiding this?"

Leverage: "Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

FUBAR: "I can't find a pulse!"

Almost Paradise: "Don't you dare die on me."

Hudson & Rex: "Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

Almost Paradise: "can't–breathe–"

Almost Paradise: "I won't hurt you."

Leverage: Redemption: "Talk to me."

Almost Paradise: "Stay still."

Private Eyes: "You don't look so good."

Magnum P.I.: "I think I'm gonna–"

Magnum P.I.: "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: "Please stop."

Blood & Treasure: "How much sleep did you get last night?"

Almost Paradise: "It's over now."

Leverage: "I'm okay. You don't need to worry about me."

Timeless: "You're not supposed to be up and about."

Terra Nova: "Go to sleep. I'll still be here when you wake up."

Pick a number, get a drabble

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

"I know you're hurt."

"You're burning up."

"Just breathe."

"I don't feel good."

"Eyes on me! C'mon keep those eyes on me."

"That's a lot of blood."

"Come on, breathe, breathe, don't you dare--"

"How long were you planning on hiding this?"

"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you."

"I can't find a pulse!"

"Don't you dare die on me."

"Everything's okay, go back to sleep."

"can't--breathe--"

"I won't hurt you."

"Talk to me."

"Stay still."

“You don’t look so good.”

“I think I’m gonna – ”

“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

“Please stop.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“It’s over now.”

“I’m okay. You don't need to worry about me.”

"You're not supposed to be up and about."

“Go to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

[skimmingmilk]

skim’s sonic fic archive

Because I’ve got quite a few “tumblr only” snippets and because not every fic in the Picket Fence timeline is part of the series on AO3, I’m going to link all my Sonic fics in this post in chronological order as best as I can! This isn’t necessarily the preferred reading order, but thought this might be helpful for people who are interested in where each fic falls in relation to each other. Especially since there are so many now! I’ll try and update this as the fics themselves update over time.

The Picket Fence Timeline: Chart a Course to Second Chances - Christmas Island - Cocoa Island - West Side Island

AoStH and Sonic 2 (& 3) inspired (around ages 11/12 and 4/5) apple of my eye (not in it) What’s Worth a Little Give and Take The Weight of Responsibility Percentage Change in a Name - first part, second part takes place after “Where Water Wears Away the Stone” - originally both “This is You” WIPs Something Borrowed, Something Kept even big brothers have bad dreams ice skating (now part of “A Blue Christmas Would be Better”) Where Water Wears Away the Stone Sonic Says... Shelter from the Storm A Family that Fits Outside the Mold An Anchor Point with a Safety Factor of Two Sleepytime Tea The Cost of Chaos Can’t be Paid in Gold Severe Conditions Lead to Extreme Reactions Better than Alone

Arc 1 A Birth Certificate is Just a Receipt Finders Keepers isn’t Legally Binding Sometimes the Picket Fence isn’t Perfect - Bonus Scene #1 - Bonus Scene #2 - Bonus Scene #3 (on AO3 as a one shot called “It’s Good to be Home”) - Extra Bonus Scene (”i’ll stay until you fall asleep”) end Arc 1

Adventure-era and beyond Sharing is Caring But We Never Learned How A Blue Christmas Would be Better Can’t Cloud Rose-Colored Glass Put Your Friends on Shuffle That’s Science for You made with love (even if it’s in a slow cooker) No Space for Sentimentality in a Synthetic Soul - WIP Jamming Out Call for Comfort i spy with my little lie When the World Breaks, Hold on Tight - Sonic Unleashed fic - WIP scene (Eggmanland) mint tea and a god’s dreams sing the body (miles) electric Arc 2 (in progress) An Unstoppable Force Between Static Stars - Forces rewrite (current ch: 3, next update: fall 2024) Tails and Shadow sparring (WIP) Sonic Frontiers WIP sonic and tails need therapy - post-Frontiers fic - WIP 5% complete Sonic Back in Time Shenanigans WIP #1

Post-post Frontiers “you didn’t deserve any of this” ”it’s really me. i’m here, i’m real.” No Cracks in a Closed Loop + Sonic’s Side Fried Liver with a Side of Emotional Indigestion Not a canon event To Rearrange the Stars (co-written with @sage-nebula) - WIP Sonic Prime fics (not AU): Hurt

Sonic Prime AU (Sharp Edges): Keep a Sharp Eye Caught in the Crosshairs

Sonic Platonic Fairy Tale Week: Day 1: Rapunzel (Shadow & Rouge (& Omega & Sonic & Tails)) Day 3: Little Mermaid (Sonic & Tails)

Sonic Underground AU: Relative Dissonance (Sonic the Hedgehog Big Bang 2024)

Sonic Movie fics: Risking Rejection (For a Chance at Acceptance)

my magnum opus: whenever you need somebody

[eternal-evergreens]

Can you please do a yandere sukuna x fem reader

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Post format: drabble

Pairing: Yandere! Sukuna x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: abusive household, period-typical misogyny (not from Sukuna), violence, light gore, theft

"Please spare my son!" Your mother cried, a protective hold on your younger brother. "If no one else, please spare his life!" Your father nods ardently, encasing your mother and brother in an embrace.

What a touching sight---for a family of three. Ryomen Sukuna, the monster who pillaged your town, looks down at your family with disdain.

"You beg for your son, but not for your daughter?" He asks. "How pathetic."

Your mother stiffens, a look of horror etched upon her face. Your father's expression morphs into anger.

"Our son is the pride of our family! He's the one who will succeed my craft!" He yells. "My daughter, in comparison, is just a useless girl."

That's not true, you think to yourself. Your brother shows absolutely zero talent for blacksmithing, despite being personally taught by your father. You had to teach the craft to yourself, in a futile attempt to win his favor.

"You're an embarrassment," your father said, throwing your first sword to the ground with a clang.

"We feed you, clothe you, and yet all you do is throw yourself into useless things! Don't you know a woman's only purpose is to marry into a good family?"

"Ungrateful wench! Are you trying to show up your brother?"

Your father's lips curl up into a wicked smile. "But since your lordship has shown such concern over her," he says slowly, as if testing the waters. "Perhaps she can be of some use to our family after all."

Ryomen Sukuna raises an eyebrow.

"Please spare our family," your father says. "In return, please take our daughter, and do with her what you will." Your jaw drops. You aren't sure what you're feeling right now. Shock? Disbelief? Fear? Anger?

Perhaps you are feeling all four.

"I've listened to your useless ramblings long enough." In a flash, your father's head is separated from his body. Your mother screams, and your brother begins to wail. Blood splashes to your face, but you don't react. The world is spinning, the cries of your family are ringing in your ears, but all you can focus on is one thing.

"In return, please take our daughter, and do with her what you will."

The screams of your mother are cut abruptly short. Next is your brother. Only you remain.

Should you beg for your life? What would be the point? You'll never be a blacksmith, anyways. You'll never earn the recognition of your peers. Not as a woman, anyways.

"You," he says, commanding. You look up numbly. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you alongside your kin." You blink, looking down at your lap.

"I'm afraid there is none, my lord," you say to him, voice and face devoid of any emotion. "Like my father said, I am just a useless girl."

"Oh?" The monster sounds amused. "Your arms are quite muscular," he says. "Are you a blacksmith?"

"I'm not very good," you say.

"Uraume," he calls.

"Yes, master." A white haired person steps forth from the shadows, head bowed.

"Bring me the sword."

"Yes, master." Just as quickly as they appeared, the servant vanishes, returning with a sword black as obsidian. Your sword. Your magnum opus. "Here it is," they say, presenting it to Sukuna.

"Did you make this?" You nod. You don't know how he got his hands on it, but that's definitely your sword. The same sword your father confiscated and threw away, stating you'd be lucky if those calloused hands would ever house a ring.

"You aren't aware of it, but you possess potent cursed energy, it's been etched onto this sword. Meanwhile, that 'father' of yours had no talent for sorcery at all." You don't follow, but knowing it would be unwise to question him, you keep your head bowed. "Listen up," he says, voice commanding authority. "You have a talent. Continue to make swords for me, and your life will be spared. Refuse and you will perish alongside these worthless rats you call your family."

You...have a talent? That can't be right. No, rather, it wouldn't matter even if it was. Because you're a...

"But I'm a-" Sukuna scoffs.

"I've fought countless sorcerers in my life," he says. "Both men and women. Most are equally untalented, but there are some that have been strong."

"Raise your head," he commands. Your eyes meet his. There's an expression in them you can't quite make out. "Strength does not have a gender. Nor does talent. Follow me and you will not be looked down upon again."

This man...he believes in you. He sees your worth.

"If I follow you, will I be a blacksmith?" You ask tentatively.

"What an idiotic question," he says. "You already are."

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After working under Sukuna for some time, you've come to realise some things about him. Namely, that he does not pillage for no reason. There's always a motive, an underlying goal to achieve.

"My lord," you say, having just finished polishing a new spear. Sukuna is watching you from the edge of your workshop. He has a habit of coming to you whenever he gets bored. Though you don't make very good company when you're working, he doesn't seem to mind. "May I ask you a question?"

"Hmph. Ask."

"Why...did you choose my village?"

"Do I need a reason?" His tone is challenging, imposing. He speaks as though you need to watch your words, lest he cut out your tongue for impudence. You know him better than that, though. It's not a threat. Not if it's you. You look at him expectantly and he scoffs. "That sword..."

"Hm?"

"When Uraume presented it to me, I thought finding the craftsman behind its creation and forcing them to work for me would be an amusing way to pass the time. But the man who claimed to have made it didn't possess even a lick of cursed energy."

"There was a group of bandits that picked a fight with Uraume. They lacked talent, but one of them was wielding a sword that almost made up for it."

"Was that...?" Sukuna nods.

So your father had stolen your work to pass off as his own. If you had found this out even just a few weeks ago, you would have been devastated. Now, you feel nothing.

"I thought you'd be more upset," he says, eyeing you. You shrug.

"It's in the past. My father has already paid for his crimes in death. There's no need to let it bother me anymore," you say, face blank. The expression you're wearing is eerily similar to the one you wore that day. Sukuna shifts uncomfortably.

"Perhaps he did not suffer enough." Sukuna smiles. "If it would please you, I could have him ripped from his grave and brought back to the world of the living so that you may do away with him yourself."

"Like you'd go through all that effort just for someone like me," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice. You think you hear Sukuna say something else, but his voice is so low you can't make it out.

"There's little I wouldn't be willing to do, not if it's for you."

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄

summary: /ˈɔːrɪeɪt,ˈɔːrɪət/  “of a golden colour or brilliance”

pairing: xiao x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff in the form of my belated new years drabble

genshin impact masterlist

prosperous year of the dragon!! ♡

The sky over Liyue was clear once again, the last lanterns’ glow already a distant memory as the twinkling of stars filled the remnants of the night once more. On the horizon the first sunlight of the new year coloured the wisps of clouds golden and amber, reminiscent of a shooting star’s tail or elegant dragons winding in the dawn of a new day.

For Xiao, it was the cue he could finally rest after defending the nation and its citizens from those that seek to harm them, clinging to the shadows of the night to crawl into the coming year unnoticed. There were no exceptions to his god-given duty, not even as the festive sounds of the harbour drifted up into the mountains and colourful explosives decorated the night. 

No, it was especially because of this that the ghosts of days past could not be allowed to get ahold of the mortal realm.

Green fog parted along the wooden panels of the room he occupied at Wangshu Inn before the soles of his shoes quietly made contact with the solid ground; first his toes before rolling down to his heel, one foot after the other, with a grace befitting that of a dancer, rather than that of a warrior.

What he did not anticipate as he set down his spear, however, was the soft call of his name before a familiar weight flung itself into his arms. Like a warm breeze, your arms wrapped around his neck in a gentle embrace and when he buried his head in the crook of yours, he deeply inhaled the scent of home.

“Happy New Year, Xiao,” you whispered against his skin, your voice melting the tension of his shoulders as it enveloped him, looping around your connected figures like butterflies circling a flower.

“A prosperous new year to you too,” he replied tentatively. As an adeptus, both the concept of time and the importance of this tradition was different to him and he’d never had much reason to celebrate the passing of time in such short intervals. But since he’d met you, you’d not only intertwined both your hands and fates to show him more of your world, Xiao also learnt to cherish what time he could spend with you, no matter how short it may be.

Pulling back just a little, your hands came to frame his beautiful face with delicate care, as if he was not someone to be feared but someone to be loved. You’d watched all night as lanterns had risen into the sky, carrying the wishes and hopes of the people towards the heavens. Yet none of them compared to the amber glow of Xiao’s eyes as they sparkled at you with such fondness it should weigh you down; instead, you felt like you and your heart were light enough to soar high on golden wings, no fear of falling chaining you down if you were with him.

As the sun continued further on its eternal round, aureate rays framed his head in a radiant halo and you didn’t question for even a second that the man before you could be an angel. Risking the accusation of defiling something sacred, you pressed your lips against his plush ones and tasted a piece of heaven for yourself.

When your eyes fluttered open again, Xiao looked as dazed as you felt, fingers brushing over his lips. Then, equally as reverent, his knuckles grazed your bottom lip and you took ahold of his wrist to keep him steady as you pressed a languid kiss to the back of his hand, dusting his cheeks with a light flush, like a painter perfecting their magnum opus.

“I’ve waited quite a while for my new year’s kiss, you know,” you hummed, so entranced by the adeptus in front of you, it was as if time and space around you stood still enough to count the dust particles in the sunlight. “It was worth it though.”

“I see, you are still set in your ways of dragging me into your mortal traditions,” Xiao scoffed, though there was not a single tint of malice in his voice, only teasing affection. If you couldn’t tell by his amorous cadence alone, his actions spoke even louder of his devotion. “Not that I mind in the slightest.”

With practised precision, his lips found yours again as one hand cradled the side of your face and the other pulled you in closer by the waist, as if there was a way to become physically one the same way your hearts had already done. With your attention bound by the flutter of your own heart, you didn’t notice how dexterous fingers discreetly tied a protective charm to your clothes for you to find at a later point in time. 

“What was that for?” You smiled, the distance between the two of you nearly insignificant yet too far all the same.

“I had to get my own new year’s kiss too, didn’t I?” A hint of a smugness tugged the corner of his lips upwards as the corners of his eyes softened downwards while tracing the movement of his thumb against your cheekbone. “Traditions should be honoured after all.”

Your laughter invoked the iridescence of a pearl to brighten his view as you led him over to the balcony railing so you could welcome the dawning year with all its pink and orange hues, arm in arm as the waking birds filled the morning hours with their chirping.

“Speaking of traditions,” you started, transfixed by the sight of the sun rising over the mountains in a vibrant crimson, “there is the belief that the first song you hear in the new year will predict how yours is going to go.”

“Is that so?” Xiao inquired, watching as a small bird hopped onto the wooden railing, careful but curious as it inched closer to the two of you. “It appears nature blesses us with hope and freedom this year.”

“How beautiful,” you mused, as you leaned further into him. 

Turning his head, Xiao studied the way you shone in the morning light before placing a gentle kiss against your temple, light enough you could believe it was the wing of a crystalfly brushing your skin. “Beautiful, indeed.”

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[gluion]

the cartographer's 2024 wrapped — in fics !

first fic of 2024: satin for jacob bae or park sungho — wrote this when i was abroad after a very crazy discussion on shibari and ribbons with people from deoboyznet. absolutely insane

last fic of 2024: almost, but not quite for leehan — this fic was an idea since june or july because i loveee loser!leehan but i couldn't pick it up for the life of me... was very much struggling to write fluff until i found a way that fit me as a writer and my own standards <3 can't believe how loved it is to this day !! thanks for loving her dearly (even with its length)

longest fic of 2024: finger trapped (ripped to its seams) for ji changmin, sung hanbin, or myung jaehyun — with a record of at least 15.6k words... ah the most personal one yet <3 an idea that was sitting with me for the longest time, even during my hiatus, and i knew this would be my magnum opus... because of its length, i don't think most people get to read it but it's definitely my favorite one.

most popular fic of 2024: 02:48 for gunwook — with a record of 699 notes (you lot are crazy)... a birthday drabble written for @shegotthewoobies is the winner. we both talk about how this drabble has gotten so much attention nonstop, i was not expecting it to even reach 600 by the end of 2024 but it did... now entering 700 soon enough

personal pick/s of 2024: safe haven (how much longer do we have?) for jacob bae, kim taerae, or leehan // finger trapped (ripped to its seams) for ji changmin, sung hanbin, or myung jaehyun — these are THE gluion fics imo. the easiest way to get to know what i write and my expertise are through these fics. all the praise i receive from these fics never fail to make me smile because it makes me realize that you enjoyed something i'm proud of :]

other milestones worth mentioning: started @onedoornet — i'm so happy to have started a network for boynextdoor writers :] i'm starting to realize that not only was i able to build an easier space for readers to find boynextdoor works but also form a community between writers. thank you to all the members who joined :]

favorite fic/s of 2024: 8000 layers of inyun by @wavesmp3 // wish you were sober by @blissfullsvn // everything i didn't say by @lionhanie // falling in love at first sight (x3) by @jnnul // alike tides, aligned waves by @loserlvrss — i have shared my flowers to these writers/mutuals already <3 you are all so amazing! thank you for filling my 2024 with wonderful fic :]

found on a sticky note from the cartographer — a little overdue but i was out of the country during this whole thing </3 thanks again to @sungbeam @blue-jisungs @slytherinshua @loserlvrss @serejae

@mosviqu @hollyoongs for tagging me in their 2024 wrapped <3 — thank you again to all my readers for sticking with me throughout this journey :] i know i've gotten a little slower with writing but thank you for always sending your flowers my way! i'm starting to feel the love and appreciation as a writer which really helps <3 always know that your reblogs and feedback do mean something!

[yaksha-lover]

i’ve had this in my drafts for months and i just know it’s never getting completed so,, have an unfinished vil x fashion designer!reader drabble as a little treat dbsjshjsjxj

“Thanks for helping me with this,” you say, pining another piece of loose fabric around his shoulder. “I don’t think anyone else could’ve been as much help as you are.”

“No, they couldn’t,” Vil says, eyes shining in amusement.

You smile at him shyly as you make eye contact in the mirror, moving on to work on the bottom of his top.

“Don’t be shy,” he teases when your hands unintentionally hold his waist as you try to pinch the extra fabric.

“Sorry,” you reply, letting go quickly.

He laughs at your embarrassment, shaking his head and motioning for you to continue. “Will the others be coming in for their own custom fitting later?”

“Yeah, Rook and Epel are both scheduled for tomorrow, and the rest I’ll have to do later this week.”

“Ah, I see. And here I thought this was a special thing, just between you and I.”

“I- It is special! You’re the star of the show and you know I value-”

Vil shuts you up with a finger on your lips. “I’m joking, MC. I’m a model, I know better than any that a mere fitting doesn’t mean a thing.” He trails his hand down to tilt your chin to look up at him. “Besides, it’s not as though they’re to be your magnum opus like me, correct?”

“Don’t you mean wear my magnum opus?”

He sports a small smirk when your eyes look up to meet his in the mirror. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“You know my sponsor for the event, right? He had nothing but praise for you. In fact, I think the only reason he even agreed to take a chance on me is because I promised I could get you on board.”

“Really? What exactly did he say?”

“He said men like you are few and far between.”

“Men like me?” Vil pauses to catch your hand, enveloping it in his own. “There are none, MC. Just me.”

The two of you take a moment to laugh together. You wish you could touch him, ruffle his hair or something, but you can’t risk messing anything up when he’s spent so long getting ready.

[adhdnursegoat]

Hey I’m getting into reading smut for the riddler, do you have any recs? Writers or specific smut fics i don’t mind I’ll take anything. (Btw I love your writing)

OMG HELLO ANON!

Thank you so much! I'm sooo glad you enjoy my work. I appreciate your support and interaction!

I have several I'd love to tag!

First, here's a link to my ao3 bookmark page which is just chock full of riddler smut!

Second, here is my 'Best Of' list! I actually had so much fun making this and maybe other people will like it too!

? @caesariawritesstuff has written many lovely oneshots but her magnum opus is Cat & Mouse. Highly recommend it if you're looking for something current, punchy, intricate, well-written, well-thought-out, and just a straight joy to follow. Here is also a link to a collection of her oneshots: Conundrums, Queries, and Quandarys

? @finniestoncrane is one of the more prolific providers of some of the dirtiest, toe-curling, mouth watering smutty oneshots and drabbles for the riddler. They write for other characters but mostly him! >:D My particularly favorite piece by them is Appointment

? @capr1pengu1n has several pieces that I greatly enjoy! I am quite biased but their piece Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue is my favorite. It was a request I made of them :3 also Twist the knife, like it's something to do is a gem!

? @decaying-words has a small, but delicious and, actually, sweet collection of works called Love Letters to the Riddler. They have not posted since earlier this year, and I hope to see more from them soon!

? @circledemptiness is finally on tumblr! After a two year hiatus, they have posted some new work with plans to do more! I do particularly enjoy their portfolio of all riddler. Check out Merciful!

This is not a definitive list, but these are the main ones I would start with!

Happy reading, my sweet lil goat~!

[riastraa]

—Hybrid cat classmate x Reader

Male OC x Gender-neutral Reader.

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•Headcanon & drabble•

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• Cat Hybrid!classmate, the oh so called tsundere but always obeys your many requests even though his face is always frowning. (Only God knows that his heart was beating faster😒)

“I never signed up for this..” Chiko muttered in annoyance while throwing a sharp glare at you.

“Come on, Chiko, just this once! please please..!!” You begged him while squeezing your hand with your other hand.

Chiko who saw you thought for a moment and finally sighed feeling defeated.

“Fine... but just this once, ok? remember that!” Chiko exclaims, making you giggle knowing that even though Chiko says those, he will keep obeying your wishes.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who at first didn't care about your existence, but suddenly fell in love at first sight when he saw you defending him when he got bullied.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who seems to despise it when you consider him as a friend but smiles a little with a happy jumping heart. (If you catch him smiling please tease him, he will be very embarrassed and deny it.)

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always waiting you outside class when class ends with Dog Hybrid!classmate.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always follows you everywhere like a lost duckling.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who gives you affection attacks but always hisses when you give affection to him.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who pretends to be brave when playing or watching horror games/movies but ends up you are the one who comforting him because he scared as hell.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who hides his tail and cat ears because he feels insecure and feels he can’t fit in with other humans.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always wins the argument with you even it's just a small or silly problem.

“??? BRO THAT’S MY MAGNUM!!” you exclaimed feeling betrayed seeing Chiko devour your ice cream so guiltlessly.

“Yes, but I bought the ice cream with my money so it's mine too.” Chiko said while smirking at you and sticking out his tongue to mocking you.

“I’m gonna tell your mom😒”

“?? THE HECKY IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” Chiko yelling in disbelief.

• Cat Hybrid!classmate, who is not ready to confess his feelings toward you because of his insecurities.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who will always be ready to defend you in any problem or argument even if its your own fault.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always follows you with the excuses of being afraid of being alone.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who was actually a bully but didn't say anything because he is afraid of you.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who will attack or even kill anyone who hurts you physically or mentally.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always stalks you and even put a hidden camera in your room when he spent the night at your house.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who always threatens people who get in his way.

• Yan Cat Hybrid!classmate, who attacks his victims by biting and scratching them

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"I'm this close to hitting you with Rapunzel's pan."

Name : Chiko Chouko

Age : 18 y.o

Gender : Male

Race : Human half cat

Occupation : student

Height : 170 cm

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[kpop-with-mars]

|12 Days Of Drabbles| Day 1: Masterpiece |

{Hyunjin X Fairy!Gn!Reader}

{A/N - Hey tumblr!, im back to writing again and I thought I'd write a little drabble everyday until Christmas to get back into the swing of writing, I hope you enjoy!, and if not feel free to criticize because im open to improving!.}

{Plot; Hyunjin paints his fairy partner(you)}

{Word Count; 454}

{Tags; Fantasy AU, Fluff, Stray kids, Drabble, X reader.}

“Just hold still, dear; you’re practically sparkling.”  Hyunjin said as he finished his sketch of Y/n on his canvas, they couldn't help but feel a little joyful that their lover was painting them; maybe that's why they can't keep themselves still. It was a beautiful day in the forest, and with beautiful flowers and glimmering ponds just outside their cottage, how could Hyunjin resist the want to solidify his partner in oil paints? The fairy was the only thing that the scene was missing. The air felt sweet in Hyunjin's lungs, maybe from the flowers or the stream Y/N sat near, but he liked to believe everything in his life was sweeter because of the loving fairy he shared a home with.

His brush picked up a small smear of pink on his brush and applied it to the first of the roses he would paint by y/n's feet, painting them as delicately as he could. "Don’t worry about every detail too much; I’ll love it no matter what, my love.” “You love those drawings from the village children; you deserve something that captures your essence as it is truly.” Hyunjin was no doubt critical of his art, no matter how much Y/N told him how pretty his paintings and sketches were, but maybe his problem was that none of them contained his world in them. The fairy smiled at Hyunjin whenever their eyes met; the human's heart palpitated as though mere eye contact with the fairy filled him with sugar and honey, though it didn’t stir his attention away from the painting. In fact, Y/N’s eyes and smile and his whole being only encouraged Hyunjin to keep painting in hopes of sealing this moment in time forever, creating a time capsule of the way Hyunjin felt and saw the fairy in this moment in forever passing time.

The painting was finished throughout the course of the morning, the evening, and the next day; Y/N had to coerce him with some tea at night just to get him to sleep. Hyunjin was up before breakfast when he had finished it, and he carefully hung it on a wall in the cottage he had preserved for his magnum opus; Y/N came in shortly after. “Oh honey…” a warm, and welcomed blush spread onto y/n’s face like a morning breeze upon seeing Hyunjin’s work, “it’s almost as beautiful as the real thing.” Hyunjin smiled and gently pulled Y/N into his arms as their eyes were kept on the painting. “That can’t be me… You must’ve had some other inspiration.” Y/N felt flustered at such a scene of them in their natural state, how organically beautiful it was.

“There is none more beautiful than you, my masterpiece.”

[septic-dr-schneep]

“Ow! Ow, ow, oww—”

“Steady, lad, ye’re squirming like a worm on the hook! Unless ye’re looking to scar your face just as mightily as mine—”

Captain Magnum’s warning fell flat as Eric flinched again, wide, wet eyes running over. The sight was like an anchor hitting the pit of Magnum’s stomach. Gripping the boy’s chin more firmly to steady him, he released the needle and picked up his comfort hankie instead.

“Ye should’ve gone to the healer,” he fretted. How had he let himself be talked into this? “Patching me coats and sails is a far cry from this.”

“I-I know but—he’s got enough to worry about without my d-dumb problems! I didn’t want—I thought—” As Magnum patted with admitted clumsiness at the mess of tears and blood on his pallid face, Eric sobbed and the few stitches secured in his cheek promptly popped.

[whumpookies]

Hi there,

I am new to the community and your blog  is one of my favorites. I am planning on taking part in my first Whumptober. I am planning on mostly writing but maybe creating some gif sets too.. we'll see. I see you have participated in the past and was wondering if you had any tips because right now I am getting stressed about not getting everything made in time and my planning is an absolute messssss.

Thank you!

I hope your week is full of cookies and other sweet treats.

X

Aww Anookie

Welcome to our part of Whumpler, and well done to you for jumping into the madness that is @whumptober

Seriously, it’s like signing up for a marathon but forgetting how to run while holding a tray of eggs and fighting a Zombie on a Tuesday afternoon.

But hey, you’ve got this (mostly, I think).

First off, remember Whumptober is a challenge for you—not for the world, your followers, or your overachieving mutuals with their perfect mood boards (those mood boards would have taken three weeks and probably a mild dose of losing the will to live, yes even your mutuals get stressed).

So here are a few survival tips from someone who has somehow lived through it:

1. Combine Prompts Like a Pro: If you can blend two (or three... or ten) prompts into one creation, DO IT. This is a game of efficiency, not perfection.

2. Follow the Inspiration: If a prompt is calling your name, do it first. Don’t sit there stressing over a prompt that makes you go “mehhhhhh” when you’ve got a killer idea for one later down the line. Jump around the list, no one’s going to slap your wrist.

3. Perfection is Overrated: Your writing doesn’t have to be a 50k-word magnum opus. Honestly, one-shots, drabbles, or even a glorified paragraph will do. It’s the whump that counts, not the word count.

4. Gif Sets? Just Vibe: If you’re making gifs, go for something that grabs your attention. You don’t need 20 frames of perfection—sometimes one killer moment is enough (trust me @99point9percentwhump can contest this).

5. Don’t Burn Yourself Out: You’re allowed to take a day off. Drafts are your friend, schedule them to the day and pre-tag them; this is not the Whumptober Hunger Games, so pace yourself, hydrate, and binge-watch whump when you feel it getting to much.

Basically, Whumptober is chaos, but it’s the fun kind of chaos. So, stop stressing and just enjoy the ride. You’ve got this, and if you don’t, there’s always next year; participation is just as good as completion! 😉

May your whumperflies be everlasting, and your cookies forever comforting.

[white-poppie]

Skyfall

Synopsis: Illumi and Chrollo seeing their s/o become hollow for the art they cherished all due to overworking themselves. Type: Drabble/Reaction (Requested) Genre: hurt/comfort Song rec: Skyfall (Adele) TW: fear of losing, slight mentions of depression, anxiety, crying, dizziness, insomnia, skipping meals, big sed :(

A/N: I have always been more of an artsy kid than sports; I was first in every school competition involving art, dance, and calligraphy etc, (still am very competitive bro fite me 😤) so I relate very much, thank you for the request and sorry for changing it a little.

Chrollo: (piano)

Trembling fingers that thrummed, against the white and black keys; the sound cascaded down like a river rapid. Your head swayed as your arms moved, the sound that felt mellifluous to the beholder was cacophonic in your ears making you clench your teeth and blink back the vexatious tears that fell on the bay today.

Chrollo leaned upon the doorframe of your room, his brows downturned in concern, as much as he hated interrupting he had to, "you have been playing for a while now, take a break."

You huffed and turned back to your notes sheet, squinting at the blurry letters until it was snatched away from your sight. You groaned and looked at Chrollo annoyedly.

“Come on you really expect me to just leet you be when you haven’t slept or eaten properly in days?” He says while keeping a hand on your shoulder

You look down in shame, both at your incompetence and the fact that you have neglected your boyfriend for so long, “it’s a huge recital,” you murmured, "all eyes would be on me, I can’t mess this up and make a fool of myself.”

Chrollo sighs and grabs you by your shoulder, "look at me me, y/n.”

You hesitantly peer into his azure eyes. An attractive, lop-sided grin etches upon his face that causes heat to rush to the tip of your ears.

“There you go,” he smiles, “now listen, you know how humans require at least eight hours of sleep to function properly?” You nod.

“And you haven’t rested all in so long, I am not telling you to stop practising, take a break your body and mind needs, then only can you perform well.”

You bite your tongue and stare at your calloused fingertips, "I keep messing this up, I don't know anymore, I am so tired."

Chrollo grabs your tender hands and brings them close to his lips, placing warm kisses on your fingers that make you giggle in glee.

"Let's order takeout and take a nap and then work on your performance, alright?." You nod, looking at how he is still cradling your hands.

"Give them and yourself some rest baby."

Illumi (art)

Brushes and colours were scattered haphazardly in your workplace, a terrain moulded by dried-up paints encrusted your palette as you kept on lathering the acrylics. The grip on your brush was frighteningly tight, and the heaviness with which you lifted your pencils now fell on your eyes too; half-lidded and blown in a way that no high could ever fathom, it was catharsis, masochistic and utterly tormenting.

You hadn't noticed Illumi staring at your work, probably because he was stealthy like a cat, but his porcelain face cracked a smile whenever he saw you engrossed in your work, but now he was worried.

Your drive towards art has always been an enigma. From the moment he first saw you as a teenager with pen doodles all over your arms, to when your love for art blossomed into an almost self-destructive endeavour.

"Y/N," he says and you look up, the whites of your eyes are bloodshot; searching for a magnum opus on canvases upon canvases that gathered in your room. They were magnificent, but you had been beating yourself up over sullen dreams.

Illumi closed his eyes for a second and picked up the easel and dragged it away from your sight along with the scattered supplies into the living room, despite your protests.

When he came back, your red eyes were now pearlescent with tears. Knees folded to your chest, Illumi carefully sat next to you.

He wraps a blanket around you and picks you up with ease and has you seated on his lap, "rest for a while and then we will figure things out." You nod and rest your head on his toned chest.

"We are in this together, Y/N."

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