#thank u for thinking of me 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[whtepony]

Hey this is a request for dexter morgan. I was thinking outside the box and thought a crossover between dexter and Vampire diaries. Obviously not the entire VD character line but the reader can be a vampire trying to escape and ends up in Miami as a new blood splatter analyst. She works with dexter who has a hunch about her, after a couple of instances where she kind of flips out at a crime scene cause she hasn’t eaten, or when her eyes turn red from seeing so much blood. he ends up catching her trying to eat someone, he becomes more intrigued and they start seeing each other more and she helps him find brian. She compels people to steer them away from finding out dexter is the bay harbor butcher. if you could make it smutty that’d be a bonus

this is so so awesome anon and literally sounds like some shit that would happen in dexter 😭 unfortunately i’ve never seen VD and i’m not a fic writer <\3 if you send this ask to another blog + it gets written i would love to read it!!

[acebytaemin]

this is literally FUCKING crazy to me. By the way.

[huellitaa]

i giggle so hard whenever i see one of my posts on someone else's blog like omg..... i'm actually liked by people..... blushing rn

[fagtrickbateman]

is Patrick Bateman a gayman. Tell me a little bit about your theories about Patrick Bateman I said I was gonna watch it and then didn’t and now I need your opinions about Patrick Bateman. Help me ace ur my last hope

oh this is so fucking exciting.

ok the number one thing to know about am.psy. is that bret easton ellis has said in interviews, verbatim, in black and white, that patrick bateman is a reflection of himself. he fully wrote patrick to be gay; in the most literal and accurate way, he is an intentionally coded gay character. yay!!

the whole story is metaphorical for the issues plaguing the gay community in the 80s, and the internalized homophobia ellis was grappling with in his own life. uhh it's hard for me to explain without going scene-by-scene, but so much of the violence in the movie is representative of gay intimacy, and how inseparable that was from violence (or fear of violence) in the 80s, mostly due to hate crimes and the aids epidemic.

it's hard for me to have in-universe theories about patrick bateman as a character because i've gotten so used to watching the movie as a big metaphor, but i wish i could beam into everyone's brain that YES patrick is a HOMOSEXUAL. :)!

[housewifebuck]

Okay official recommendation: the superior mt dew flavor is Spark. its such a non descript name but its raspberry lemonade and it FUCKS. even Baja blast pales in comparison.

Thank you but lemonade is the devils beverage

[bunnihearted]

Let me be mean to you do you don’t have to

why do u wanna be mean to me :( do u hate me :(

[bookinit02]

me, remembering that i don’t have to tackle all my september-december responsibilities in a single night: oh ok maybe i’m not doomed by the narrative after all

[hydrodragons]

one year ago i got this man and the entire trajectory of my account improved for the better for the second time (first was when i got kazuha)

[ashmp3]

thanks to miss zaynab i’ve been now compared to 4 VS angels which is of course very flattering but also just tells me i need to learn how to do bouncy blow out asap!!! 🥱

[seiwas]

hi hi! just dropping be blessed by your thoughts ✏️!!

also — your writing makes me think of thoughtful prose written with a fountain pen and reading it under candlelight. + of hushed “i love you’s” and stolen glances in crowded rooms. + it makes me think of comfort and security + of how love grows like ivy, slowly engulfing someone’s entire being (col!!)

augustine!! 🥺 thank you for playing 🤍

your writing reminds me of:

🥘🛋️🌳💌

coming home to freshly cooked meals, scent wafting through through the door; lazy sundays on the couch, blanket thrown over; sunshine during walks along the park; an old friend, one you always want to see again.

&

omg 🥺 ur description augustine i am !! so flattered and touched !! u put it so beautifully !!! thank you thank you thank you !! i am keeping that in my heart forever 😭 how love grows like ivy omfG heLp & stolen glances across the room (im a sucker for that!!) aaah

send me a ✏️ and i’ll tell you what ~~vibe i get from your writing! (alternatively, you can also tell me what vibe you get from mine!)

[acebytaemin]

happy bday to my number one guy, king of my heart and the true big boss, M @linoguy 💖🤎

[giverofempathy]

ok i do love that this one teacher likes me more than the other students. im like her special little mentally fucked up princess i guess

[hyuckmov]

i don't think i sent an ask after reading demon hyuck bcs i read it all in the midst of a crazy ass week w deadlines i totally forgot m so sorry 😞 i had like 4 deadlines within a 3-day uni week bc we have a long weekend but i didn't wanna to push back reading demon hyuck so i only read it and didn't tell u how i felt abt it WELL .

gah it's so USBFJWFNEJ bcs on one hand i liked thinking of demon hyuck corrupting the reader simply bc it's demon behavior to wreak menace but also. im so obsessed w the idea of hyuck being so enraptured by reader's angel allure/glow whatever she got going on that really caught his eye i love it. and the scene w the diamond necklace i think is the perfect metaphor for that (i might just be reading into it too much omg) like i bet hyuck j found her shiny n pretty for a bit but he got bored of it and moved on zzzz

the smut ok u are a legend in the department of hyuck mannerisms while having sex descriptions i loved it it got me kicking my blankets n squealing n shit I LOVE U n ur brain so much

but also i think i need to tap in a bit bc i dont understand how/why hyuck developed a slight conscience at the end of it like he.. knew he did smth wrong ? or reader knew smth was def wrong? and is the girl at the ending a wholly different girl or reader or what omg pls do explain to my pea brain

BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH have a happy june happy haechan month baby 🪽🤍 - niki anon

NIKI ANOOON i’m so glad u came back to talk to me about this fic <3 u encouraged me sm by interacting w me as i was writing it hehe so i’m really happy u like it !!!! hope ur weeks are less hectic now and that you have time to rest, you deserve it sm🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

YES hyuck actually being under the reader’s (unintentional) spell just bc she’s an angel is definitely something i wanted to explore beyond just the usual corrupting trope . omg the diamond scene as a metaphor ngl babe i did not think of it like that but i can see it now that’s so clever 😭😭😭😭

thank u especially for complimenting my hyuck mannerisms bc i am SO worried the smut i write gets repetitive so it makes me rlly happy to know that the stuff i write still has an effect on u hehehe

YARRR the questions… WELL the girl at the end is a completely different human girl, and as for the rest of hyuck’s motivations… i wanted to leave stuff open-ended and idw spoil esp bc i might write a part 2…. but i wrote it so that it feels like hyuck may be genuinely falling for reader and it hurts him to see her hurt by him so he had to stop…. but at the same time he might just be unfazed by it and he’ll lather rinse repeat this cycle with as many pretty angels he can get his hands on…WILL definitely explore with more character study and lore if possible bc im the one making the rules here 😎 it means so much to me that i managed to peak ur interest hehehe

[inkmooon]

do you take art commissions?

hello love 💕 I’m not feeling confident opening commission atm because I’m at the state where I want to improve more and change the things I’m unsatisfied with, aaand I don’t want to use these time to work on a commission because I’m afraid that the illustration made will have inconsistency,,,plus might take longer to finish!

[kavehater]

Thinking about the fact that my ex hs classmate probably thinks I’m gay

[lovebugism]

for your smut request ☺️ eddie seeing the love marks he left on reader and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place 🫶🏻

thank u for requesting :D — the one where eddie realizes quitting smoking would be a whole lot easier than quitting you (established relationship, allusions to smut 18+ | 0.9k)

You lie in the center of Eddie’s bed, trying hard to catch your breath, while the boy rolls off the squeaking mattress on tingling limbs. 

You hear him chuck the used condom into the bin by the nightstand as he goes. He tugs plaid boxers up lanky legs, then fishes for the pack of cigs left in his discarded jeans in one fell swoop. His movements are so practiced now they seem almost fluid. Or maybe that’s just the honeyed haze leftover in your heavy eyes.

Eddie opens the window with one hand, then brings the other up to his mouth. He plucks a cigarette from the carton with his lips and leaves the rest on the sill. A midnight breeze billows past his flushed cheeks and wild curls before finding you. It feels like silk against your buzzing, bare skin.

He cups a hand over his mouth to light the stick. The amber flame makes his face glow. Suddenly, everything smells of sex, nicotine, and midnight air.

You writhe under the thin sheets to stretch your aching limbs before mustering a small smile at the boy across the room. “Smoking after sex is so cliche,” you joke in contented slurs.

“Well, it’s your fault,” the boy insists as grey smoke billows from his rosy mouth. He flicks the filter end of the cigarette to dispel the ash in the ceramic tray, then stretches his arms over his head. It leaves his milky white torso on display for you. Your mouth waters with the urge to run your lips over each of his fading tattoos.

“Is it?” you hum.

“Mhmm,” Eddie nods wordlessly. He sticks the cig back in his mouth and mumbles through it. “If you weren’t so needy, I wouldn’t be smokin’ so much.”

A beam tugs at your lips, threatening to fill the lamplit bedroom with sunshine. You cage it between your teeth because both of you know Eddie was the so-called needy one no more than ten minutes ago –– panting in your ear as he fucked sloppily into you, and leaving his pathetic little whimpers there, too.

“Please cum,” he begged against your skin as his thrusts lost rhythm, weighed down by his own need for release. “Please cum for me. I need to feel it. Need to feel it so bad, baby. Please.”

You watch the memory replay itself in Eddie’s faraway gaze. The notion makes your chest go warm. “Well, you have my deepest sympathies, Eddie Spaghetti,” you murmur in response, soft and sarcastic.

Eddie lifts a pale shoulder in a lazy shrug. “It’s okay,” he mumbles back, cigarette bobbing on his bottom lip. “I can just bill you for all the packs I’m goin’ through.”

“Or we can just stop having sex?” you offer with a knowing lilt to your voice, rising to sit further up on the pillows. You clutch the sheets to your bare chest and look at the boy beneath your lashes. “That’s free, at least.”

Eddie nods, eyes squinted in feigned curiosity. “Hm... That’s definitely an interesting proposition,” he hums with his head angled towards the window to blow smoke out of.

“I mean, I have plenty of toys to keep me occupied––”

“And by toy, I assume you’re talking about Steve The Hair Harrington?” Eddie tries to joke, though his poorly concealed jealousy goes unentertained.

“––But I think you’ll get tired of your right hand very quickly.”

“Hey,” Eddie pouts. “You know I’m ambidextrous. I can switch it up.”

“So, it’s settled then?” you shrug. “No more sex.”

Eddie bows his head sheepishly, silently calculating a way to get him out of the hole he dug for himself. He snuffs the cigarette out in the ashtra, and his eyes flit to the opened box of condoms on his dresser, all but calling his name.

“Well… I mean… We still have eleven condoms left, so…”

You meet his brown-eyed look of expectancy with a cynical smirk. “You see eleven condoms, I see eleven minutes of my life I’m never getting back,” you quip.

Eddie stalks towards you on long legs, brows furrowed in a pitiful look. “Stop being mean to me. I’ll fall in love with you––” he whines playfully, leaning over the mattress with the intent to kiss you. His eyes fall to the blossoming bruises on your neck, and he stops short. “Jesus…”

“What?” you murmur in a mousy voice, eyes wide and glittering.

“Nothin’,” Eddie blurts as he raises his hand to run his fingers over your warm skin. He traces the blooming blood vessels over your collarbone, and his face screws with worry. “Do these hurt?” he wonders aloud.

“Do these?” you echo, motioning to the scratches on his shoulders he hasn’t bothered to notice until now. You didn’t even know you were leaving them there, in truth, as you held onto the boy for dear life while he fucked you within an inch of your own.

Eddie tucks his chin to his chest and tries to eye the scrapes from his peripheral vision. He spots four lines of raging red and puffed-up skin. They feel almost like battle scars –– an aching that he’s proud of.

“A little,” he shrugs, then smiles proudly to himself. “They feel good, though.”

“So do these,” you hum.

His heavy eyes fall to your neck again. His mouth waters at the sight of the lovebites littered there. “Want some more?” he offers lowly.

“I thought we had a deal, Eds? No more sex,” you tease as the boy leans further into kiss you. You smell nicotine and sex on his breath, and your head starts to swim.

“We never shook on it,” Eddie insists, right before kissing you hard enough to steal the breath from your lungs.