#read it dammit

[sanjisblackasswife]

If You're Smart You'd Read This:

I’m in my 20’s.

I write adult shit so children shouldn’t be interacting with me or my posts.

Blank pages /Ageless pages /Minors get blocked. Like 90% of the shit i post is not suitable for yall lmao.

Don’t ask me for tips/advice on anything such as art, your writing, anything. Google it. Thats what I did.

I speak my opinion. And if you don’t agree idc.

It’s very easy to be blocked by me. So don’t try out the theory of it.

YOU CANNOT BE ANONYMOUS WHEN REQUESTING ONLY NSFW If you want a nsfw request you have to unanon yourself so i can see ur age in ur bio.

Do not ask me super personal questions.

Do not ask me why I will or wont do something.

Do not be annoying and send long mf hcs in my ask. It’ll get deleted.

Do not try and keep having a whole convo w me in my ask (unless ur my mutual) esp. if u anon.

Speaking of Mutuals. I have mutual bias. So theres some things I let them do/say to me that my followers cant.

I will not write: Piss play, rape, incest, furry stuff, Alpha/Omega verse, pet play🧍🏾‍♀️ and will ABSOLUTELY NOT write anything blasphemous about God or other religions

Please only use my ask box for request or genuine questions

I don’t do emergency request

I do not write catgirl or catboy stuff or anything w furries ig (all humans only)

I will write for other fandoms besides One Piece! An example (but not limited to): Jujustu Kaisen, Naruto, Fire Force, Gangsta, etc

Speaking of One Piece my page does contain MAJOR spoilers (ill try to put warnings if i can)

I mostly write for POC/Black Fem Readers but it’s not limited most of the time. Any girl can read.

If you request something please give me time :( I can only write so much in a day.

I hate like 99% of ships people have made in all fandoms so please don’t tell me yours, and if you ask me opinions on them I will be brutally honest with it.

I do not tolerate any form of racism, bullying, or homophobia here. It’s annoying go away.

I also don’t gaf if you don’t agree with my HC…I just…bro go write em yourself I’m not writing these for you.

Please don’t trauma dump on me…just don’t I’m not a therapist.

If you want something specific BE SPECIFIC

I don’t really care for dark content(?) I’m not really sure what it is exactly it is (because I’m stupid) so if your request dark content lmk and if I feel uncomfortable with it ill decline lol

I will NOT Write NSFW for characters like Chopper, Brook, etc

I will NOT Write for demons like Sukuna or characters from Obey Me

If your share repost/blog my writing please give credit!

I really only write female x male NSFW. (I will however write fxf or mxm platonically) That’s just personal preference and what I feel best writing :) please respect that decision.

I don’t do character x character writing unless it’s canon (…or if it’s eren and Mikasa i—)

I do NOT age up characters for nsfw writing. If they’re not canonically already an adult or have a pre timeskip I’m not doing that. I’ll do SFW ones though!

I do have to right to not write for a character I just simply don’t like so don’t get mad if I don’t.

Remember: this is mf FAN FICTION writing. Just a bunch of ideas I have in my weird head so if u don’t like or agree with it dip.

I’ll keep this rule list updated (ill reblog when i update the list) when I can if new stuff comes up. I’m relatively new on here so bare with me :(

[kickabytes]

While I get things together for my computer and adjust things so I can return to streaming sooner without a whole new rig. me and my friends are working on something I regards to my stream layout. More so with my avatar that’s in the corner of my streams.

What my friends and I were thinking was since I liked the Facecam thing I did a few years back but disliked my face being on the net, that I become a VTuber. That way I get a similar thing as a facecam but with less of my face and I get to use my mascot more. Honestly it seems like a cool idea and since my guy isn’t super complicated I’m gonna take a crack at making my own Avatar assets. The only thing I need is a better webcam, the one I have is cheap and can’t track face at all.

All in all, I’m plannin on streaming again and I’m working on a soft relaunch.

I’m still debating if I should do a lore video for my guy when I relaunch lmao. Seems kewl but I can’t for shit explain my thoughts well when i comes to stories and lore kekeke.

[fuumiku]

Laios: Dog stan, raised by dogs, attempts to dog behavior at his boyfriend Lycion: Only is in it for the wolfman swag, no dog society rizz, doesn’t understand and doesn’t care

Nothing as fierce as wolf girls when they have creative differences… Can the divide between wolf roleplayer and wolf cosplayer be breached?! Truly the height of narrative themes that laicion offers us

[accirax]

if Teruko chooses her favorite color by association, i think it should be purple 💜

bonus:

[dizzzyondreams]

okay. whatever.

[techutones]

[escaping-peril12]

BRO??!?!??1?!?

[the-one-that-weeps]

Every time someone in this godforsaken fandom says "I think we've talked about misogyny enough" I want to hit them with a hammer. No we haven't.

We haven't even talked about the deep "Ruikasa&Akitoya Vs. literally everyone else" imbalance enough but imagine all of the people that get pressured into writing specifically for male/male ships simply because otherwise they won't get any appreciation.

Yes it's a cowardly thing but when you see Ruikasa having over 4000 fics and Ichisaki having like 5 in total obviously you're going to be discouraged. Obviously you'll be biased into creating Ruikasa instead of other ships.

And as someone who depends on appreciation in particular to do any work at all obviously that's going to have a lasting consequence. Some people spend 4 hours crying in front of a screen just for 3 people to like their work and leave, it's understandable if they lose passion for creating at all, you guys killed them.

It's even in how we handle m/m ships. You go into a fic that's tagged Rui&Tsukasa(platonic), someone in the comments always goes "okay but when do they kiss". You go to an action-packed longfic, someone always ends up going "okay but when do they kiss".

Fuck you guys. Actually. This is a silly piano tiles game about Hatsune Miku, we should be one of the MOST CREATIVE fandoms in history and somehow people still get mad over two boys not kissing immediately after getting introduced. It's so fucking difficult being a content creator in this fandom because you always end up having to take the same route. They meet they tease they kiss. End of story. "Oh you're doing something "lame" instead? -1 kudo. Bring me my yaoi next🖕"

[jennilah]

John is the real throat-goat of the franchise. this guy swallowed a tape whole with no issue. i can barely swallow a pill without choking

[ladydaybreaker]

READ THIS GUYS! ITS GOOD! I SWEAR! IT IS AN ABSOLUTE CRIME WITH HOW LITTLE KUDOS AND COMMENTS THIS HAS!

(( It's me, ya boi, again, with middling words. Finale edition for the current arc.

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #53

Bruce thought he knew what to expect when it came to a fight between ghosts.

Danny had always phrased it like some sort of schoolyard scuffle, or a brawl in a ring. Looking back, Danny managed to gloss over or completely deflect any details that could worry them, but Bruce really thought that it was because his son didn’t want to worry him with any concerning details.

He was really starting to regret that.

Phantom and the ancient clashed like two natural disasters converging, howling and clawing at everything around them as they forgot to put any effort into maintaining their form. Dark clouds blew cold rain down on the barely visible combatants, and it was impossible to distinguish the shriek of the fighting ghosts and the wind. Bruce could hardly find it in himself to react as crumbling stonework rained around him, and Dick pulled him completely off his feet to get him away from the calamity going on in front of him. It was nothing less than apocalyptic. It was beautiful.

(Danny was finally getting the chance to be, maybe not normal, but human with his new home. It was an unbelievably easy transition to get settled in. That should have been his first sign that something would inevitably go wrong.)

[lily-on-the-fence]

Ahhh the Human Domestication Guide might be taking over my life >w<

I read the original and then started reading Dog of War yesterday and spent nearly the whole day readingg :3 Honestly it's so good and sweet and has just a liiiitle~ bit of tension to keep things fresh.

God it's such a dream of a setting I can't wait to sink my teeth into it and maybe write a little something or other!

[calicos-clones]

I don’t think people realize how freaked out fanfic readers get when their favorite author(s) doesn’t update their ongoing schedule ON TIME.

And it’s not cause we want the chapter…it’s cause we’re so fucking worried about the Author.

Like— OMG ARE YOU OKAY? YOU’VE BEEN GIVING US THE TRAGIC UPDATES OF YOUR LIFE IN THE NOTES THE PAST 10 CHAPTERS?! WHY STOP? ARE YOU DEAD? DID YOU GET STUCK IN THE WALL LIKE YOUR CAT?? HAVE YOU EATEN?? HAS YOUR BRAIN EXPLODED??

Readers no longer care about the story when they don’t get their usual update. We panic and flag S.O.S as we track down our wayward author who has been both blessed by the universe with a creative mind and cursed all the same with the worst luck.

So any authors who are reading this please understand— when we comment “hey are you okay?” in your comments. No, we are not asking about the chapter.

We are legitimately concerned for your wellbeing. Do not force yourself to shit out a chapter just to appease other ppl when you yourself are not in the mental state to enjoy it or even write it to begin with.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DAMMIT

[aventurineswife]

“Do you think we are soulmates in every universe?"

Tags: Angst(just pure angst), hurt/no comfort, character death, grief, crying(duh-), breakdown, emotional loss, unanswered question, regret, overall definitely sad.

A/N: WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE THIS SHORT BUT ENDED UP MAKING IT LONGER THAN IT WAS MEANT TO BE!!

You and Aventurine were tangled together under the soft blankets, the dim glow of the nightlight casting long shadows across the room. His arm was draped lazily over your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as he absentmindedly twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You could feel his breath against your skin, slow and steady, a rhythmic comfort that always seemed to soothe you.

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him—his sandy-blond hair tousled and his vibrant eyes half-closed in contentment. The thin gold rims of his glasses were resting on the nightstand, leaving his face bare and vulnerable in a way he rarely showed the world.

“Aventurine,” you whispered, and he hummed in response, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”

He stiffened slightly beside you, his fingers pausing on your skin. There was a long, heavy silence before he spoke, his voice quiet, almost unsure.

“I… I don’t know.” You blinked, surprised by the uncertainty in his voice. Aventurine was never unsure of anything.

He always had an answer, always knew the next move. But now, his vibrant eyes were clouded with something you rarely saw in him—doubt.

“I want to believe that,” he said finally, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “But I’ve seen too much. I’ve lost too much. I don’t know if fate works like that. If it’s kind like that.”

You shifted closer to him, your hand reaching up to cup his face, turning him to look at you. “We don’t need fate to be kind,” you whispered, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “We just need each other.”

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to hold onto this—onto you.

“Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “But what if… what if I lose you? In this universe, or any other?” You didn’t have an answer for that.

You didn’t know how to reassure him of something you couldn’t control. All you could do was hold him tighter, as if that alone could keep you together.

“It’s not fair...” his voice whispered, but the warmth of the bed was gone.

Suddenly, everything shifted. The soft comfort of your shared bed dissolved into cold air, the delicate touch of his fingers replaced by the harsh reality of silence.

You weren’t in your room anymore. You weren’t wrapped up in each other. You weren’t… anywhere you wanted to be.

The scene cut harshly to stone—the gravestone cold and unyielding beneath Aventurine’s fingertips. The silence of the cemetery was deafening, so different from the quiet comfort you’d shared.

“It’s not fair...” he whispered again, kneeling by the headstone. His magenta and cyan eyes, usually so sharp, so alive, were now hollow. His words felt like they were pulled from his chest, ripped out in broken pieces.

“I wanted you in this one.” The soft wind rustled his overcoat, the roulette detailing on the back almost mocking the cruel game fate had played on him, before the gravestone, your name etched into the cold, unforgiving stone. The world around him felt distant, muted, as if it didn’t matter anymore. And maybe it didn’t. Not without you.

His gloved hand rested on the stone, trembling, as if he could still feel you beneath his touch. He could still hear your voice, soft and hopeful—“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” It echoed in his mind, relentless, a cruel reminder of the question he’d never truly answered. And now, it was too late.

“I was afraid,” he choked out, tears burning behind his eyes. “Afraid of losing you. Afraid that maybe… maybe we weren’t meant to be. And now—” His voice broke completely, a sob tearing from his throat as he collapsed to his knees, gripping the stone as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I lost you too.”

For a man who had always gambled, who had always taken risks and come out on top, this was a loss he couldn’t bear. It felt like the universe itself had turned against him, taken the one thing that mattered most. He had never felt so powerless, so utterly broken.

“I didn’t know,” he whispered, his voice cracking, barely holding together. “I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to believe in something so… good.”

“I would’ve chosen you,” he whispered through his tears, his voice raw and aching. “In every universe, I would’ve chosen you.”

But here, now, the only choice left was to mourn. And for the first time in his life, Aventurine had no strategy, no plan. He had nothing but the ache of your absence and the unbearable weight of regret.

Part 2?

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

TW// Panic Attack// Derealisation /Derealization //

Multiple names used interchangeably// ambiguous ending

read the side notes at the end!//

Sometimes, this world feels fake. Sometimes, he doesn’t feel like he lives in it.

When he was Houhua, he tries wave the fog away and picks up his brush and does his duties. He makes way too many mistakes in those days but no one pays any mind to him. No one pays any mind to his bruises anyway.

No one would care to find out. Why would they?

He was just a pathetic, puny little mouse, scurrying to survive. Canon fodder destined to die and return to the earth below for his sins.

This was his world. His story brought to life.

When the sun glimmers through his window, he wonders if the glow is artificial, like the failing bulbs he used to change when he was falling behind in his rent.

He opens his eyes, trying to blink away the fog, trying to bring back clarity , but to no avail, time slips by again. It’s warmer now, so he forces his limbs to move.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he takes a deep breath and reaches out for a hair tie before locking eyes with himself in the mirror.

Distantly he thinks, ‘this isn’t who I am.’

The colour of his hair was as bright as a chestnut, different from what it should be, shorter dark curls floating in the wind instead of being in a bun. His eyes glaze over— his bright amber compared to the hazelnut shade— scanning himself in the mirror.

His height—the body’s height was shorter by a few inches. He tries to breathe. It only serves to tighten the space in his chest. Finally, with his clumsy fingers, he wrangles his messy, unbrushed hair into a low bun, having no energy to do his usual high bun.

He wished he could cut it.

His hand lifts up to touch the body’s face . Shang Qinghua’s face. Shang… Houhua…?

He tries to think about true name.

He remembers projecting himself into his story, the story that he loved so much, even if it devolved into horrible cliché plots that never went anywhere. Even if the stories were left buried under, he still loved this world.

洛梅花

Luò Méihuā

A plum blossom. Blooming in the midst of winter.

Haa…

He feels like he’s wilting. He steps outside of his room, dizzily fumbling with his accessories, the buttons, the sashes messily wrapped around him

He thinks he smells smoke, a Pringly feeling rubbing against his fingers. He remembers the day he dies, the currents and volts electrocuting him. The sound of thunder never used to scare him.

Now he trembles at the sight of a storm. The percentage of getting hit by lighting is low, but it still terrifies him. To die. To feel that excruciating pain, to feel that excruciating loneliness at the same time, it was unbearable.

~~

Feiji blinks, suddenly standing right infront of his office door, a disciple of his holding the side of his shoulder. He remembers watching her stumble around as a young student, her name being on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t write her, he knew this, yet he couldn’t stop the wave of unease.

“Shizun?” She frowned in concern. He tries to smile and pat her head. Her frown doesn’t disappear, but she does scatter out the front gate.

Feiji wonders if Gua-xiong (Cucumber bro) feels like this sometimes. Like the world is floating away against his will.

“Shang-shidi?” He blinks again. A different person steadying the body— he didn’t even know the body was swaying.

Hm… Yue Qingyuan should be pretty and likeable… but no one likes a one-dimensional character. Though, they really don’t care as long as the protag gets their wives huh… hm…

Maybe I can scrap the Xiao Jiu storyline? The sect leader is gonna die anyway… it’ll be super bittersweet.



Yue Qingyuan’s brow was furrowed as he stared at the body. Shang—Hua flinched, remembering the descriptions that he’d thought of to make the pair suffer even more.

“All you do is apologise, and for what!? You left me behind!” Meihua laughed slightly as he wrote Xiao Jiu’s lines, thinking to himself, this will surely satisfy the readers angsty desires!

Meihua grinned with the artist he had commissioned to make official art of the peak lords, “this is exactly what i think they look like in my head, thanks!”

Shang Qinghua opens his mouth—

and chokes on a sob, “S—“

he gasps as his knees buckle beneath him, “Sorry.”

Fortunately, Yue Qingyuan jumps in quickly and reaches out to steady him, lowering him slowly instead of plunging to the ground. “Shang-shidi? What’s wrong? Your disciple ran into me and told me that you were acting weird—“

His eyes go wide though he’s not quite sure why and his hearing suddenly shuts down, muffling everything the worried man is saying.

Feiji is sorry, Yue Qingyuan— he’s sorry—he’s so incredibly sorry—!

—

“Are you sure there’s nothing that could’ve possibly sent him into such a severe qi deviation?” Mu Qifang questioned once more, desperate to get any answers on how to help his patient.

Yue Qingyuan shakes his head, grimacing, “No, the disciple I saw told me that he’s been that quiet since the start of the day.”

He paused thinking for a little longer before sighing, “She did not mention if Lord Mobei had visited either… there was nothing that could have triggered it. And nothing is calming him down.”

Mu Qingfang gazed over to the sobbing man boy, “I wish I knew how to help him.”

“Perhaps we should ask Shen-shidi for assistance. He…”

Yue Qingyuan’s expression closed as he thinks about it, “The two of them has been quite close in the recent years.” He reminds himself to calm down.

Shang Qinghua to him, is like having a younger brother, he could feel totally at ease with the oddly anxious peak lord. Despite that, it’s hard to let go of one’s protective instincts. One day, he hopes his instincts will protect the younger as well.

—

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out from the darkness, “Bro?”

Feiji opens his eyes—he didn’t even know he had closed them— and sees the Scum Villain he had created. His breath hitched, thoughts running at a million miles per hour.

The—The backstory that he had scrapped in order to chase the trends and feed into popular tropes—

“Sh—Shen—“ Feiji stuttered out. Shen Qingqiu softened (!???) his expression, before holding his hand out.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me, Shang Qinghua. Mu-shixiong told me that you were—“

shangshidishangshidishangshidi

In a burst of weird emotions, He swats his hand away from him, his voice almost going to a shrieking level, shocking everyone in the room.

“STOP—! That’s not my name—! Please! Shen—Shen—shixiong.”

The two names were fluttering in his mind.

Yuan. Jiu.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He didn’t understand what was happening anymore.

“Yu—Yuan—xiong please—! That’s— that’s not my name!” He pleaded, “N—Not Shang Qinghua, not Houhua! That’s not me!”

He remembers vaguely the destiny of the body he’s residing in. “He’s not me—“

The two peak lords behind him blink in shock and panic, both frozen, not knowing what to do or say. ‘Yuan…?’

“Okay, I’m sorry, I know you’re not, you’re not him,” Shen Qingqiu nodded comfortingly, “It’s okay, Feiji—ge Gua—xiong is here.”

Feiji shudders at the nickname, one that would usually make him feel safe when it’s Shen Yuan uttering it, yet— all the name does is remind him that he had written all of these characters, all of their suffering, caused by him.

He shakes his head desperately.

Luckily, the man understands. “Alright, this master won’t call you by that name, it’s okay. Can you tell me what you want me to call you?”

It takes a very long time for his mind to catch on, for his mind to send signals on how to respond, he shivers, bowing his head, he grasps at the strings, pulling the cord that would finally make his voice work.

“Meihua— L—Luo Meihua! That’s—“ He sobbed, cutting himself off and desperately clinging to the one person he knew was real. “Gua—Xiong.”

Despite not being good with physical touch, Shen Qingqiu allows the mousy man to grab on as a crutch, he nods along to his mumbles, gesturing Mu Qingfang to help put the panicked and stressed man to rest. “Okay, thank you for telling me Luo Meihua, This one won’t leave you.”

—

“Please. We will explain it all, but please just trust us.” Shen Yuan whispers as the author in his arms falls quiet with his breathing at ease.

—

Blue =Airplane(Feiji)/Meihua(my Airplane’s original name) / & Shen Yuan / Gua-Xiong (cucumber bro)

Green=Shang Qinghua /Shang Houhua( Sqh’s original name?)’s body and original self (or what he perceives to be the original)

also, green refers to SVSSS characters in general and differentiates from real people

It’s honestly super cool I can do this on tumblr

Also side note:

PIDW to Shen yuan feels like Miraculous Ladybug to a lot of fans

it’s so funny

In general, a lot of mlb fans absolutely hate the way Chat and Ladybug is written and I just can’t help but think of Shen Yuan. But at least here, Airplane is likeable haha

[asmodeusstahl]