#pink anon writes

[ikkosu]

Throwing this at you ikko, because I am obsessed with Pinks fairy’s in Archie’s Knightformers au, butttt, Pharma the freaky little man finding a fairy that can’t run or fly because their wings broken<3 and he uses old test subjects wings to fix theirs despite their disgust to it, partnered with him keeping them as his little pet/experiment.

(Also my friend sent me more pics to use as reaction <3 so I am blessing you with a cat)

compookie!!

rubs hand evilly ohohoh I've been plagued with knightformer pharma and his evil little smile. He's definitely getting his own little fae too.

Quick incomprehensive ramble about my husband, for a moment (sorry prowl) Knightformers / Faeformers are by :

@archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(oofm gets a little bit violent at the end)

I'd say before Pharma went bonkers, his methods are a little less unethical. Like Prowl, he won't care much for these playful cretins. They're adorable, yes. Very soft, too. He can see why First Aid and Ambulon are always so keen on squishing their plush cheeks.

Unfortunately, as much as he tries to find them tolerable, one fae in particular switched his colorcoded books to different shelves can you believe that?

How utterly vulgar. He ought to put them in a Jar and send them to Nyon where Rodimus or whatever lives. That'll do the fine job of shutting them up.

Even more strange, this fae prefers to bother him, of all people. Always pottering along with their tiny feet. The wisp flutter of their wigs as they hover close, tugging on his hat, and cloak. Hiding behind pillars, peeking out then giggling when he notices them.

He'd imagine they go for humans like First Aid or Ambulon, since they are far more gentle with their words than he is to them

The annoyance to that particular fae, though, doesn't last too long.

It was a busy day at the hospital. Darkness veiled the night. He's working the night shift again and everyone had gone to their quarters. The halls are empty. It feels a little isolating but he'll have to make do.

After a small dreadful nap on his desk that left his throat sore and back.pained — Pharma wakes up with something warm over his back. He sits up straight and the something his back billows and pool to the ground. A — he pinches the material between his fingers, eyebrows cocked — blanket?

And the sprinkled dust of glitter on one end drew a smile to that face.

"Good, little cretin."

Pharma and fae aren't particularly close after, but he does acknowledge the fae and does, a little bit, grow more tolerant of them. In the gardens, where he'd go out for fresh air and a semblance for peace, fae would perch on his shoulder as he reads his book. Their tiny legs would swing aimlessly as their eyes peering over to read.

He's not sure the little thing understands but when he'd flip a page a little too early, he's halted by their itty hands and a trill. Pharma waits little, couldn't resist raising a finger and scratching the back of their ears, before turning the page after.

He couldnt retract his finger since fae is already nuzzling against it. So he keeps it there for as long as he remembers ( he couldn't perform surgery and had First Aid take over because of how sore his hand was).

Post-delphi Pharma, though. Yikes, okay. Everything is in shambles. Tarn comes and goes, and as he goes, chaos runs rampant and dances along every crook and cranny of Delphi like a forest fire.

Pharma isn't spared, either.

Fae, and the many others, find themselves scuttling away to a nearby forest. Their friend, a fae with green streaks to their wings, breedles to them about a new hideout in the caves.

Fae nods and follows along, before the group breaks off unceremoniously when a panther had caught on to their little group.

Fae persists to a different path. In doing so, unluckily encounters a bandit when they were trying to flee. It's not your usual, pillaging, loot lover bandit — these were the ones who snatch faeries and strip them of their magic dust.

A lot of fae's have been caught recently and the growing numbers are not one to mess with.

And, a quick scuffle between the two, led to fae hitting the floor hard. They squeak weakly, pawing the ground, trying and failing to flutter their wings. But it hurts. Thair back hurts. Their body hurts

Distraught, the shadow closes in on them, eyes of the bandit white half-moons of mirth as hands almost curl around fae's body—

And a sickening splat resounds after.

Fae opens their eyes and sees a different man looming. It's Pharma, eyes half lidded as he stares over the crook of his nose, down at the body in front of him — not the fae.

One side of his cheek had blood smeared across and over his hand, curls a crimson mottled axe. Fae doesn't want to see what's left of the body and looks away with a small shuddered trill, arms covering their faces.

This isn't the Pharma they knew..

Crass as he were — Pharma would never be so grotesquely vulgar as this.

The medic regards the little cretin for a moment, likely assessing the damage of their wings. He notices there's a stutter in the movements. Muscles, strained. Arms, limp.

Then, with another look to the body, silently, pharma grabs the fae with his free hand — blatantly ignoring their startled trills and their little kicks — and starts heading back to Delphi.

Everything was quiet. The hallways were quiet. The evening air was quiet. Even the gardens they so often mingle about — were dreadfully stale.

Pharma lays the fae down on the table, who scuttles to the edge in a fit of panic.

"I did tell the man to go after the least energetic ones." He murmered and pinches their ankle to stop their movements

Fae kicks at his fingers. He doesn't budge. Instead, he brings out wires from a drawer and starts coiling them into rings.

"Seems like he doesn't very much like listening to my orders." The wires were cold to their wrists then more cooler around ankles. "He's got what's coming, poor fellow. But that's done, now. I don't have to pay him, anymore. He's done enough—"

Fae let's out a squeal and thrashes around.

"Oh, don't give me that look, cretin. You'd think I'd spare your kind after the potential results you could give me?" He says lowly and clamps his entire hand on their body.

The table rattles..Fae shudders and weakly trills, pawing away at his palm. Tears sting their cheeks.

"But no worries." He leans closer. A small smile. "I'm fond of you, I'll give you that. That's only if the gift I'm planning to give you is of your taste. Look around, cretin. A new wing i've culled — just for you. You can choose as many as you like."

And fae swivels around, heart lurching in their chest. They've realized there were jars all around, perched in the shelves and were filled with faes...

Limp shadows. No longer bright. No longer breathing.

A particular jar caught their eye. They were wings. The miniscule body is a mere silhouette under the dim light. And, streaks of green dances across the glint of the wings.

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

[greatbigbellies]

Okay but, closeted trans lady pregnant prompts... 👀

Alright, different angle, lets seeeeeee........

Tgirl gets pregnant, she's still in the closet with her job but like, that's not a big deal, she works from home! She's a software dev who is very independent and good at her job, so 99% of the time, she gets to sit at home, code through her shift, collect her paycheck, and mind her own business. And that suits her just fine. No coming out, no drama, she barely speaks to her coworkers outside of emails, and she has browser plugins to replace her deadname and old pronouns with her current name, so... from her perspective, it's like they already know? 38 weeks crawl by, and the combination of a sedentary job with a twin pregnancy and the accompanying cravings means she really blows up. Her belly is ALL out front, and she's a little squishier too. Her due date is soon, but no big deal, she has a year's worth of vacation PTO saved up, so she can covertly squeeze in pseudo-maternity leave and be fine. She's kind of liked the pregnant lady life. Sure, she had to order a couple of maternity dresses for doctors appointments, but otherwise she gets to sit at home with her belly out and just... exist peacefully. Granted, nearing her due date means she's at the apex of her growth, and she looks every bit as pregnant with twins as you can get, but the belly makes a good snack table! And she can "rubber duck" code with her unborn twins, so there's even a nice work benefit. Then the fateful day comes. She finishes this quarter's big project, and she goes to submit for all that sweet, sweet maternity vacation time... when her submission doesn't take. She gets an email 10 minutes later. "Hey, HR messed something up with remote PTO submission. Could you come into the office tomorrow? We'll process that request manually. Sorry for the inconvenience,"

The Egg-iest tgirl egg you've ever met gets knocked up. They don't think they're trans, but they've also not dabbled in feminine anything, and while the writing is on the wall for everyone else they know, THEY are going to be the last person to know they are trans. Their belly starts to fill out and swell, and their old wardrobe just... stops working. A friend of theirs who has kids offers one of her maternity dresses. "Just try it. At minimum, it's comfortable, and it'll keep you warm when december rolls around" she says. They begrudgingly accept. One night, frustrated with their mid-term tummy causing their pants to ride down and shirt to ride up, they put it on... and it takes a moment before they realize... wait a minute, this is really nice? They feel pretty, they look it too. The pregnancy glow suits them. A few weeks later, they paint their nails, a couple weeks later, they shave their legs (or try around that now officially third trimester belly)... they're gonna wait to try heels until after they give birth, their balance is bad enough as it is. One day near their due date, their friends are all around throwing them a baby shower, and they finally pull the trigger and come out. Everyone is of course super supportive and happy for her, but after the party each friend comes to her independently, saying something to the effect of "We love you, but we totally called it".

[secretspiritmoodboards]

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Stimboard for college!Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) pink/white/no knives themes For💬 anon~ Hope you like this!

We're closed for now, thank you!!

[nerdyvocals]

Happy lynthia fic exchange week to all those who celebrate

[pfhwrittes]

Hiii do you mind if cis readers reblog/interact with your works that have trans characters or trans readers? I know some ppl might have a preference but I just wanted to check in with you just in case <3

hi friend! thank you for asking, that’s very thoughtful of you.

please feel free to reblog, like or interact as you see fit. i’m more than happy for anyone (as long they’re over the age of 18) to interact with my fics/drabbles/blog 💜

i hope you’re having a good timezone wherever you are in the world

[boytoybrutus]

and then of course if you do your job right I’ll end up balls deep in your gross vile pit of sin. Fucking thrusting hips moving beyond my control. I shouldn’t be doing th- we shouldn’t be… not here. No. No. Not like…

…fuck you feel heavenly

Exaactly~ It's okay that you're doing this, it's all part of God's plan!! You needed a new perspective on things- to clear up your head a bit, so he sent me here to help!! He wouldn't have designed the human body for pleasure just to withhold it from his greatest soldiers, now would he?

[musingsofvenus]

imma need the director’s cut and literally everything there is to know of pink cheeks, two left feet 😭😭 -teamjacobthot

oooo an oldie but goodie! i haven't thought about this fic in a looong long time. i really had to go read it to double check, but "pink cheeks, two left feet" was originally a fic request based on wild side!!!

director's cut below the cut! you will get my original outline notes, the final-ish outline notes, and then general thoughts about some chapters

if you don't want to read spoilers, i recommend reading the fic first

thank you sm for the ask! ily 💕

my original thought process:

when i started outlining the fic, it was going in a completely different (and sadder?) direction. it was basically going to be a "right person, wrong time" vibe where bella returned to forks and reunited with her old flame (jacob). during her limited time in forks, she and jacob re-hashed the past and realized they still have feelings for each other, but they don't act on it because they're currently seeing other people. when bella eventually left forks, their feelings were still unresolved.

but that was too angsty for the original request lol. it's supposed to be a slow burn/ flirty situation... so i scrapped that idea. i did write some of it anyway, so maybe one day i'll polish it up and publish it.

my actual outline notes:

because of the nature of the request, i wanted bella to be an adult adult. like cerebral cortex fully developed. so for the sake of the fic, bella moved away for college and landed a job in california. i think she's a research assistant? idk what research she's helping with, but she reads tons of books for said research and writes papers

she never gave jacob a real chance, too wrapped up in edward when she was younger, but they were always flirty with each other and stuck in a "will they won't they" situation

ultimately, i wanted the fic to end with them not necessarily getting together, but on the verge of a potential something. 

bella is literally only in forks for about 4-5 days, and each chapter more or less covers each day.

general notes/ word vomit:

overall, most of the fic is reworked scenes from either the books or the movies. if you have the books/movies basically memorized like i do, then you probably picked up on a lot of it. some are obvious, some are subtle

most of chapter 1 is lifted directly from twilight's first chapter.

for example (pink cheeks is on the left, twilight is on the right):

i have an entire document dedicated to which lines from this fic are direct references. i don't know why. i am insane

chapter 2 has a lot of new moon and eclipse references. it is literally the spaghetti dinner we were robbed of in the movies. the dish washing scene is from eclipse, when jacob visits the house to get a whiff of the vampire scent. the almost-kiss scene is another new moon reference; it's when jacob is about to kiss bella and the phone rings, interrupting them. i also live for wing-woman leah

chapter 3 is mostly original, but it has some lifts from breaking dawn. sue and charlie's wedding colors are the same colors as bella's in bd. jacob's "pink cheeks, two left" feet comment is a direct line from bd (and the fic's title, of course). the rest is literally just bella imaging all the things she wants to do to jacob

chapter 4 came about after a happy hour and i drunkenly wrote it up in my notes app. i specifically remember laughing about including the interruption from buttcrack santa. and naturally because it's a slow burn, i ended the chapter right when it was getting good lol

i genuinely don't know where chapter 5 came from. it was only supposed to be semi-spicy and i kinda took it a little further. i wrote it in one sitting and overall just had the goal that i wanted bella to have an unforgettable, um... send-off? lmfao.

[deermouth]

currently thinking about the delivery of "you've read the stories, right? the women who marry serial killers and have six kids, meanwhile he's driving around portland every night with a van full of duct tape." "...what?"

[randomnameless]

Who's winning the racism contest, Three Hopes with it's “the Orient is composed near-entirely of stupid, bloodthirsty slave-owners who take pride in raiding other countries for fun” or Tellius with it's “racial miscigenation is bad because one of the parents of the mixed-race child will lose their racial traits just for having the child at all”?

Fodlan bcs Dimitri is racist and Rhea BaD promotes isolationism

At least Nopes can pretend to be in the same world as Houses, so Claude, off-screen, when he goes to school, apparently manages to "teach" his people to not raid Fodlan and instead try to have regular and not bloody relationships with them -

But Tellius still takes the cake, because that's how its world works, it cannot be changed at all (unlike Almyrans who can be civilised by a Claude who went to school in Fodlan and this is totally not problematic in itself nope not at all).

So while Fodlan really really sucks because it reveals in 2022 some "writers" still think "the Orient" is full of bloodthirsty savages who want to raid and pillage for funsies and must be civilised - Tellius sucks even more, because the writers, while not showing irl bias, basically wrote "and you cannot have mixed race children otherwise you die" and went with it, while selling the hero as someone who supposedly bridged the relationships between said races.

[solbeans]

What do you think a pink drink cat would look like...

well obviously u want to emphasize the strawberry chunks and nice creamy pink, i think cloudy/day or calico/day with mayhaps a deep pinky-red overgrowth (leaves or flowers whenever those are out). and i think venus ragdoll would be sooo cute but mayhaps prowler instead for the thin coat since its more of a summertime drink.

and heres what this lil Pink Drink girl would look like with the current demo

[pinkanonwrites]

vash is so, so easily susceptible to baby fever. like you said, he'll fight himself on it a little bit, the whole not worthy bit, that sort of thing, but its... easy to pretend, if only for a little while. if he squints a little one of the kids from this town sort of has your hair, maybe even his nose? he can blame it on the heat or whatever, making him a little extra sentimental, but watching you play along with him and some of the kids gives him butterflies something fierce. he'll be thinking and day dreaming about it for the next month, minimum.

PLEASE he wants to be a daddy SO BAD he just doesn't think he deserves it.

Watching you mess around and play along with the local kids of whatever town you're drifting through is nearly enough to bring him to his knees alone But when you smile and ruffle the hair of a little girl who's eyes look exactly like yours, and she giggles and leans up into your touch? He's so weak.

When your gaze finally finds him again and you smile, squinting slightly in the afternoon sun as you beam, he falls in love with you all over again. He just blushes up a storm and collapses to the ground in a puddle of man, soon overrun by the curious children clambering all over him. All he wants is you, whatever you'd have and whatever you'd be willing to give him he'd gladly take. But this? This is certainly nice to dream about too.

[cloud-ya]

elysia being a side character doesn't mean she can't be well written i think you're just salty and jealous that elysia has more relevance and character depth than the evil kiana alter ego who kills people

?????????

elysia being a side character doesn't mean..... she can't..... be well written??? what??? what do you want to say here, I'm having a stroke

[cedobols]

so I saw your post of sending little notes towards people with the pink sanrio themes (which is so cute but that’s not why I was writing lol) I just wanted to say that you inspire me so much and I love your style so much!! i love sanrio seb so much and it has me in a chokehold lol <3

im sorry i dont remember which post ure talking about ;; but thank you for saying such kind things!! im so happy that my art inspires you, it really is such a special thing to hear. love you lots anon!!

here's a little mark & seb to thank you <3!!!!

[tharkilm]

Grim, Nightmare, Dream, and Error as papas please to make all 12 of your skeletons.😁

~🌺

✦ Grim – A bring your child to workday father.

He’s not entirely sure what he’s doing, but he’s trying his best! His child would probably inherit some of his powers, and so he’d try to teach them what his work involves, as his child could surely be of help with reaping souls. It’s not an easy job, and not one that he’d want his child to do, but if they have his powers, then they’d have responsibilities to uphold. There would be some… tension between them. Reaper’s child isn’t happy about reaping souls, as it feels depressing and tiring, but perhaps they’d one day see what Reaper is like after a day’s work, tired and depressed… They’d understand. They will help their papa. They can do this together. Reaper cried a little when he heard those words from his precious little baby. He’s so grateful for having them.

✦ Nightmare – A proud father.

His palace is massive, dark, gloomy, and full of shadows, yet his child will feel safe and calm in there, for they’ll know that their father is watching over them. Nightmare is a surprisingly good father, caring and conscious of what his child needs at any given moment. Even if he’s busy, he’ll still manage to find some time for his child – they’ll often play with his tentacles, as Nightmare will allow them to have a mind of their own as he’s working on some parchments. Sometimes, he’ll also play his great pipe organ for them. They heard it many times as a baby (Nightmare wanted them to get used to it as early as possible), and so they’ll eventually ask to learn how to play it, as well. Nightmare will happily teach them, and he’ll feel so proud as he watches them play. He’s proud of his child.

✦ Dream – A self-sacrificing father.

If Dream ended up with a child, then two scenarios might happen. Either he’d fight tooth and nail to create a truce with Nightmare, so that he may retire and retreat into a peaceful cottage in the forest to raise his child and live a peaceful life with his family, or he’d have to give up his lover and his child and hide them away somewhere they’d be safe. He’d love nothing more than to be with them, to watch his child take their first step, so sing them to sleep, to dance and sing and play with them on the green grass, but if their safety is at risk because of him, then he’d have to separate himself from them. It would crush him, but he wants his family to be safe. He loves them too much to see them get hurt.

✦ Error – Secretly emotional father.

If the mother of his child is still with him, then he’d try his best to do what he must to raise his child. He’d be unsure about it at first, terrified of messing up, of making his child hate him, but truly, they love their strange father. Error is a bit of an oddball, trying to take them with him to destroy universes, though if they show little interest in that, then he’d take them to his favourite universes; let them watch the beauty of so many different places. Seeing their wonderment warms something within him, and he feels… happy; happy about having a family, happy about having someone who loves him unconditionally. Seeing his child look up at him with admiration and joy, makes the back of his throat feel tight, and the bottom edge of his sockets sting. He’s not crying! … No, he is, but they’re good tears. They’re good.

[fobnsfwdoodles]

Pink reading your fic made me want to write! I should, I will. Think I'm gonna start posting my stuff on ao3 out of anxiety I've been sending them as redacteds but now I want people to see my stuff now! >:3 (I've sent 2? As redacteds. I dunno if I'll post those on ao3 I might edit them after they're posted and then put them on ao3) (I'll still send links here and/or on decaydanceredacted)

This is purple anon, they let me know they forgot to sign it!