#this was supposed to be a simple request from twitter

[robinfollies]

you big into arthurstotle? don’t even JOKE lad…

[yanderestarangel]

So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of ​​having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

[ferrstappen]

Can I request petty jealous charles? He’s just quietly stewing in his anguish. I think it’s be funny if someone that he looks up to, like a musician or something, was flirting with his gf and this really upsets him. And he acts petty for a few days

a/n: sorry for the delay babeeee :( but here it issss. also this features Bad bunny bc I saw the pics of him arriving in Monaco and idk got the inspo. also we're going to pretend the last music challenge takes place after Monaco.

titi we don't care l Charles Leclerc

All eyes were on Monaco, and with good reason.

Engines roaring, cameras flashing, boat traffic (if that's a thing), Hollywood making their way from Cannes to the Principality, spotting old money meters away, most of them trying to get a word with Charles.

It was fine in the beginning, this wasn't the first Monaco GP you attended, but after the first free practice ended and Charles was grabbed from right to left, the Ferrari hospitality grabbing most of the attention of wealthy people, whispering how F1 was less exclusive by the day, too popularized, lousy celebrities getting an invite and they’d probably be present for Indy 500 and Le Mans. Shameful.

The same people were examining you, eyeing the “simple” Trina Turk dress and Bimba & Lola bag, gifted by Isa on your birthday, hanging from your arm, all before Charles PR manager approached to tell you he, the home hero, wouldn't be available until practices were over, too many press and meetings in between.

Then, a man with a glass of wine sat down next to you, telling you it was fucked up they wouldn't let the drivers prepare for what they were supposed to do, which was driving. Esta bien cabrón, those were his exact words.

He introduced himself as Benito, of course you knew him as Bad Bunny, his songs being everywhere and wasn't he dating Kendall Jenner?

He kept you entertained, bad mouthing the snotty people surrounding, stopping the conversation to greet people who approached him. Isa joined soon after, also shaking her head at the fact Carlos and Charles would have to spend almost the entire day worrying about media instead of resting and discussing strategies with the team for Sunday.

Conversation was easy, barely noticing the hospitality getting a bit more crowded, louder. It was the WhatsApp group with your girlfriends that got your attention, attaching pictures and asking what was going on between you and Bad Bunny. What?

Of course, Twitter was full of you laughing at something he said or before he pointed something funny or imitated a rich person making conversation on how quiet luxury was a trend now and how it wasn't fair for them, fucking Succession.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your waist from behind, making you jump because the only person allowed to grab you like that was supposed to be around somewhere, being interviewed or filming content, but you were wrong, a big grin appearing at the sight of Charles, full white and red, overall hanging on his waist and white Ferrari cap, hair fluffy from the heat and running his fingers through it.

"Bebé, I thought you'd be busy all the day," You kissed his lips, subtly squeezing his waist through the suit.

Yes, he was supposed to be busy until the day was over and you could head back home, but in-between interviews Charles checked his phone to the dismay of every PR worker in Ferrari, but his Twitter was filled with mentions of pictures. First they were pictures of you alone in the hospitality, Charles smiled knowing you were probably bored but stayed so he wouldn't be alone, but...

user1: Not Bad Bunny shooting his shot at Leclerc's girl 💀

user2: BENITO GET AWAY she's ms leclerc!!!11!

user3: damn, Charles Leclerc getting screwed by Ferrari and his girlfriend

user4: (y/n)'s probably bored af, Isa got to Monaco a couple of minutes ago and she's talking with Benito, big deal leave her alone she's there for Charles.

A strange feeling brewed in his stomach, he instantly knew he was jealous. Did he have a good reason? No, he trusted you and the relationship with his life, but he was obviously and painfully aware people wanted you; your good nature, gorgeous features, bright smile, perfectly shaped boobs... yes, it didn't sound fair when he left a trails of broken hearts and loving eyes everywhere he went, people being interested in F1 just because of his looks, but that was purely platonic, they didn't dare to make a move, but your case was different, he had seen with his own eyes how men tried to make their move right in front of him, he even made sure you always wore the gold necklace with a charm engraved with CL16 was visible.

Carlos, being part of the drivers' gossip network, eyed Charles' screen, whistling in a worried manner, telling him to be careful or he'd be listening to Bad Bunny songs about (y/n) on the radio.

"You know, there's pictures of Isa as well, look," Charles pointed out, annoyed by the teasing, but Carlos playfully dismissed him. "Hey, sorry but I have to get to the hospitality, I'm very overwhelmed and I need to see my girlfriend," Charles half lied; he wanted to see you, but just to let the second most streamed artist on Spotify know you were very loved and appreciated, and completely off limits.

Which takes him to the Ferrari hospitality.

"They gave us a couple of minutes before it's time for the last meeting," Charles tensed when noticing people were staring at him. "Why don't you wait at our lounge, bebé? It’s less crowded, Isa is there, Lorenzo and mum should be getting there soon,” he said in a hushed tone, but loud enough for the other man to hear. You nodded, getting up and collecting the small Bimba & Lola bag with some of the multiple passes and everything hanging from it.

"Oh, bebé, sorry. This is Benito, he was keeping me entertained," It was a bizarre situation, honestly, presenting a world-known singer to your boyfriend like he was a friend.

Charles squeezed your waist a bit tighter, shaking hands with the native from Puerto Rico. They exchanged a couple of words before someone approached the singer, making it easier for you to leave.

Charles was holding your hand a bit tighter than usual, maybe he was being protecting knowing people were watching every move. you asked him how the car felt, but he didn't give a real answer, just making a sound of approval.

That attitude carried on during the entire weekend, you thought it was the pressure of being home, past mistakes and bad luck haunting him. it ended when he crossed the finish line in first place, kissing you with tears on his eyes, relishing on being the home hero.

But two days later, he still had moments where he held his head a little taller, short answers and pretending he didn't hear you.

Charles knew he was being ridiculous, his fists tightening when some radio played a Bad Bunny song, even when one of them was voluntarily added by himself on a playlist, he had to take a deep breath. Irrational and disgusting behavior if you ask Charles, but he couldn't stop it. Not even when he saw you trying to hide the purple marks appearing on your hips.

He noticed your side of the bed dipped and light turned off, his back facing you as he pretended to be asleep, ignoring your soft chuckles. he didn't even flinch when your arms wrapped around his waist, placing your leg over his and loudly kissing his cheek.

"You are so cute when you're jealous," you told him, leaving another loud kiss, this time on his back.

"I'm not jealous!" He lied with a high-pitched voice, still not facing you.

"I know you are, but it's okay, it comes with having a girlfriend as incredible as me, you know?" This time Charles laughed, turning around and now placing his arms around your waist as yours moved to his neck.

"Shut up, he was flirting with you!" Charles argued.

"He was not! He actually saved me from a lot of creeps asking my name and whether I was free to grab a glass of wine or whatever,"

Charles knew that was the truth, he had witnessed it and was common talk between the drivers how their girlfriends and sisters were often approached by older men with not so good intentions.

Knowing he had no way to defend himself, he rolled his eyes at your giggles when your lips met his, but admiring him when he rolled on top of you, running your thumb through his cheeks.

[lunarw0rks]

Honestly need more twt links.

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PRICE

『 Price never has you on your knees.

Not kneeling on the wood floor, instead, on your hands and knees on the soft bed. His last wish is for you to be straining yourself, especially at the expense of pleasuring him. Wrapping your lips around his cock, short, sloppy bobs of your head echo through the bedroom.

John can't resist touching you, squeezing the flesh of your rear, whispering praises while your throat allows as much of him as possible. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 You and Price sneaking off to the bathroom.

Going out to dinner with John and his colleagues, bored with mindless chatter and military talk that you don't understand. Finding yourself bent over the fancy vanity of the restaurant washroom, surely fraying the fabric of your evening wear.

Price holding back, not daring to go too mean of a pace, otherwise, everyone will hear. 』

SIMON

『 Using you and Simon's new kitchen for the first time.

New homeowners, determined to get good use of the new space. You were supposed to be unpacking utensils but ended the afternoon leaning over the unused dining table. Simon's fingers in your hair, bullying his cock into you — as he wants it to be your first memory in the home he bought you.

The best part of not living in a flat? No more holding back your moans. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 The best way to keep Simon busy.

No more fidgeting while he stares off into space, he needs to do something, and it's you. Being directed to climb atop his face, grind your slick cunt along his tongue until you reach a sweet finish. And him, unable to resist palming and stroking himself through his jeans — the denim clinging to his aching length.

You're using his talents in the best way. 』

SOAP

『 Simple, shared pleasure with Soap.

Using one another's hands to dissolve into pleasure. Johnny's fingers swirl around your soaked entrance, swiping along your puffy clit and matching your hand's rhythm. You squirm against the mattress, allowing the pleasure to further the speed of your fist. Pumping his cock with one hand, clenching the sheets with your other. Getting each other off, Soap yearning for the cunt he's teasing to be twitching around the cock you're caressing.

Your soft hands are no match for his calloused ones. You simply do it better. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 You and Soap celebrating his new rank.

He's been promoted to 'Captain Mactavish'; both exhilarating and ego-boosting for his career. Soap's newfound authority gives him an alluring roughness — a scarred, buff body capable of doing so much to you. Congratulating him by letting him use you, exert the frustrations of leadership into your cunt.

Supporting your husband and his stressful career, in your own way. 』

GAZ

『 Gaz is all about the little things.

His smooth lips wrapped around the mounds of your breasts, suckling and kissing the sensitive nipple. Kyle is practically worshiping your chest, without any expectation of the same treatment on his own body. All before the thought of pleasuring you has crossed his mind.

A little appreciation goes a long way. And speaks volumes, even when his mouth is occupied. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 As usual, Gaz driving you mad.

From binging your favorite show to laying across his lap and writhing, yearning for his long fingers to fill you up. Instead, it's blissful torture; those fingers playing with your clit in a zig-zag motion, Kyle giving your heat light smacks as a way to further the tease. Whatever pixels displayed on the screen become an afterthought.

Gripping onto his arm, praying that your desperate squeezes will be enough to convince him. 』

ALEJANDRO

『 Alejandro never asks to switch positions.

Why not combine his two talents: agility and surprise? Rocking your hips on his cock, chest to chest. His mouth curved into a sneer as you're on the brink of coming undone; gushing around his length with shaky legs — just like he'd relished many times. Instead, he waited until your moans turned into whimpers, flipping the two of you until you lay flat. Your mind is dazed from the sudden change, but so quickly overcome with release.

The new position allows him to pound into you, using all the stamina he gathered from watching you bounce. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 Office visits with Alejandro.

Privacy is among his many privileges on base. His large desk, the organized files, his tall bookshelves — and the seclusion of a Colonel's office. Usually, Alejandro is too occupied for any nonsense, even when you visit. You surely caught him on a good day, which was a rarity when surrounded by the chaos of Las Almas.

Against the tower of books that resembled a library; but no silence was necessary. 』

RUDY

『 Rudy ensuring your pleasure, first, second, and last.

His mouth's favorite taste, and his ears' favorite sound. Your thighs hooked around his head, heat grinding against his face at the same pace of his masterly tongue. Roaming in a circle around your trembling bundle of nerves, kissing along your sticky lower lips. You tangle your fingers in his dark locks, every rock of his head sending the tip of his nose into your clit.

One of the many ways of keeping you satisfied. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 Morning sex with Rudy.

Shivering from the fan that's been rotating all night, but too occupied with each other to power it off. Or for Rudy to take his eyes off your nude body. Without blankets, every bit of you is in view, savoring one another's warmth, chest to chest as you practically tie tongues. He wouldn't have it any other way.

The perfect send-off before he's forced to get ready. If he can let go of you at all. 』

KÖNIG

『 The mere size of König.

He adores the size difference; the power of his abnormal height, as well as the obvious gift to come with it. Your body folded against the white sheets, his swollen, girthy length barely fitting into your soaked heat. König goes slow until he can't hold back — increasing his pace to hear the irresistible moans spilling from your lips, overwhelmed by his size filling you to the brim.

Half of his length, and you're stuffed full. König's already imagining the day you can take all of him. 』

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

『 Your quickies with König.

It's no secret that he's busy; busier than the average busy person. Sometimes, quick releases are all that's left with him. Either way, you're left shaking, and the release is as sweet as ever. Hovering behind you, quick ruts into your heat until you get off, washing away the stress of everyday.

Unfortunately for König, his stress never leaves. Fortunate for you, that means more quickies. 』

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[modelbus]

Hello!! I LOVE your writing, like I’m obsessed! So, I can’t tell if your requests are open, buttt if they are, I would DIE for some fluff turned to angst of a fem!reader who is in a group with cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy nicknamed the chaos squad by the fandom, where she is the least popular in the group and a rumour spread that shes only in it for the popularity, so they slowly stoped inviting her to streams and vlogs and ghosting her.

it could start with like three two sentence stories about the group (or something), how it was formed just fluffy moments, and then be like “but it didn’t stay like that for long..” and explain why she was subtly kicked from the group before a scene where shes streaming and gets asked about why shes not been in any videos anymore.

PHEW that was ALOT, if its to long you can obviously shorten it or just not do it- but if requests are open and you like the idea, I would love to see something like this!! <3

PS. You are super cool, keep up the amazing work!! (When you want to ofc)

-✨🌌🌙 Anon

Thank you so much! I tried my best to include everything :D This literally took me out of my writing slump

Part 2 :)

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos

The feeling of belonging was something nearly everyone chased after. After all, being out of place was simply… lonely. And, somehow, you found yourself slotting into the weirdest place in the world.

A handful of stupid friends.

You always found yourself drawn to dumbasses, in the most affectionate way. Like looks for like, you suppose. And shit, did you find some people that could make you cry laughing even on the worst days.

Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, Tommy. Four people that made the sun rise every day, that dragged you out of bed for the stupidest vlogs to ever exist. Fans adored the five of you together so much that you got a group name for the first time in your career: the Chaos Squad.

Truly, it was a fitting name. The things that the five of you got up to, you’re certain no normal sane person would do. But, well, your job as a streamer already set you apart from the category of “normal” a long time ago, so you definitely didn’t mind the messes you got into with them.

From Tommy dragging the group to an abandoned island, saying it’d be fun to try to escape (you fell out of a tree and Wilbur sprained his ankle), to screaming along at Lovejoy concerts, it felt like the five of you were unstoppable.

And God, did you love them. It didn’t matter how many times Ranboo hit his head on things, you’d still laugh. It didn’t matter that you literally passed out from laughing so hard once, you were still happy. Pure, unfiltered love.

The five of you against the world, forever. You could see it, in those sunny days where you grinned so hard your cheeks hurt (they were the first ones to make you do that—the realization only made you grin harder). The perfect idea of happiness.

Was it any wonder things didn’t stay that way, that perfect, for long?

A rumor.

It always seemed to start with one of those, nowadays. A simple murmur among fans that grew and grew, until you were closing out of twitter at 2, 4, 5 AM, debating if you should just delete the app and put your status on “Do Not Disturb.”

You accepted the fact that being a female content creator was going to be a struggle a long time ago. It was a fact, something you knew you couldn’t avoid, especially in gaming. Having rumors about you online wasn’t new. It would never be new, not as long as you were yourself.

But you thought you’d be past caring about them by now. You thought the tight panic that gripped your heart, made it hard to breathe, was a thing of the past. So stupid.

One private account turned into multiple threads, turned into trends on the trending tab.

Everyone thought you were using your friends, the chaos squad as a whole, just to boost your career. To leech off anyone’s subscribers, just for some money in your pocket.

The idea made you sick to your core.

How dare they? How dare they ever think you didn’t genuinely care for the four? That they were anything less than the lightness in your heart, the freedom on your mind?

Rumors.

You ignored them. Even the thought of addressing them made you feel pissed off like you’ve never been before. It was such an absurd idea! At the very least, you knew your friends would see past the hateful people.

Right?

It starts with an unanswered message in the group chat.

Unanswered messages weren’t new. A stray comment tended to get lost in the general mess that the group chat was, so you weren’t concerned. Just laughed to yourself quietly; it wasn’t important anyways, just a photo of a cat you saw.

Until it happened again. And again. Until more of your messages went ignored than responded to, until the group chat had less and less messages each day.

When the first vlog comes out, the process repeats. It’s on Tommy’s channel, of course. Him, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Wilbur. The chaos squad, just without you. It surprised you, because you never even realized they filmed a video, and normally all of you share upcoming videos.

All the warning signs were obvious, and you were too much of a damn fool.

You filmed one vlog with them after that, exploring a supposedly haunted house, before you woke up a month later and realized you hadn’t talked to them in a week.

One week turns into two, two into three, until you’ve realized what’s happened. You were gone, out of the picture. Happiness had slipped through your fingers faster than you could’ve ever comprehended, and now you were in a dark room—literally.

But what could you do? If they didn’t want you, there was nothing you could do to stop the unraveling of your universe.

So you did the same thing you did before them, defaulting back to what was safe: streaming alone.

Today, it’s just a mindless game. Yesterday was the same, and fuck, this isn’t the same anymore. Not when you don’t have Tubbo in the chat sending messages, or Wilbur using Text-To-Speech.

But you’re here, still streaming. Still going, no matter how tempting it is to just shut off your computer and pretend the last months of your life never happened.

There’s always fans though, and if anything cheers you up, it’s them. So your donations are on, allowing them to be read aloud while you play the silly little unpacking game.

“Where am I putting the diploma guys? Where does this go?” You ask, mouse hovering over the virtual object. “Maybe I’ll just put it under the pillow…”

“StarEmojis donated $15! If up is down and yes is no, how many sides does a triangle have?”

“Thank you, but… uh...” You narrow your eyes at the message. “None, it’s a circle?”

Shrugging, you drag the diploma in the game to under the pillow. The riddle sounds familiar, but not one you know the answer to. It sounds like something Wilbur would send in the group chat at 2 in the morning, honestly.

With that thought in mind, your eyes flicker over the user that donated it. StarEmojis. Not Wilbur.

You’re so stupid for hoping. For the jump in your heart, for the frantic searching.

“StarStarMoon donated $20! Why aren’t you in any Chaos Squad videos anymore? Love you!”

Air catches in your lungs, dread swelling in your chest as your hands still on the mouse and keyboard. That shouldn’t have gotten past the moderators, but it did.

And now you have to answer it.

It wasn’t like you could tell the truth: that you weren’t good enough. That even your best friends didn’t believe you over rumors from strangers online.

Any lie would have a chance of getting back to them though. Not that you can imagine them caring, not anymore.

You swallow past the lump in your throat that’s killing you, taking a breath in before answering. One chance to get the fans to move on, one chance to find the impossible balance between the agony inside of you and cool indifference.

“We’re all just busy.” You say, forcing a smile on your face.

It’s true, at least. Everyone is busy. Everyone except you, that’s it.

“Just scheduling problems. Wil- Wilbur has Lovejoy practices and performances.” You stumble over his name. Did you even have the right to call him Wil anymore? “And Tommy is just always busy. He’s the busiest person, I swear.”

Is that true anymore? You don’t know. He used to be, but you used to help force him to take breaks. Was he taking breaks? You’ll never know.

With another forced smile, you give a half-hearted shrug. “So yeah, just busy, don’t worry guys.”

It’s with baited breath that you wait, eyes scanning chat to see if they bought it. From what you’re seeing, they have.

“Now we need to reorganize these clothes, because they’re killing me like this—“

Your discord pings quietly on another monitor, and you scramble to open it. Just your mods apologizing for letting the donation go through. You send a quick message back to them before pushing the donation to the back of your head just like everything relating to the group you’re no longer part of.

What could you do, anyways?

This was out of your control.

[cookstorys]

I saw

Vinnie hacker sooo I would like to request something idk if you do smut or only fluff so just do whatever you’re comfortable with! Anyway can the reader be shy and doesn’t have social media of any kind and ppl see him in a video and try to find out who he is? You can keep going from there

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

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Person - Vinnie Hacker

Warning- None 😋

Author Note - I rushed at the end so ☺️

Females Dni

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One hug. That’s all it took for rumors to start to circulate. You weren’t even supposed to be at the party, you just stopped by to see Vinnie. You walked thru that crowd of people to find Vinnie. Once you did a smile appeared on his face when he saw you. “I didn’t know you were coming.” He admitted. Then proceeded to hug you and plant a soft kiss on your forehead. Unknowingly to the both of you, Larray was filming a TikTok and with a simple zoom in you could see you and Vinnie hugging but more importantly, him planting a kiss on your forehead.

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The sun beamed into your newly renovated room. You were starting to be more thankful for your decision to move and stay in L.A. The feeling of tight arms being wrapped around you was another reason you moved. You loved to be loved, The simple feeling of another person that loves you for you was unmatched and Vinnie was just that. He was the hot satisfying candle on oh-so-cold nights.

Before your surroundings could properly focus, your phone buzzed. You let out a lazy sigh and pick the object up.

[Best Friend’s Contact Name]

[Best friend] - OMFG

[Best friend] - IMA NEED YOUR ANTISOCIAL ASS TO LOOK AT THIS!

[Best Friend] - Twitter.com

You froze at the message. Your best friend had a weird sense of humor, to say the least. So, you were rightfully scared of the possibility that this link would either send you to a video of someone getting their ass beat or a very loud porno. To your dismay it was neither of the assumptions, instead, it was a picture of Vinnie planting a kiss on your forehead captioned, “Vinnie hacker spotted romantically kissing a mysterious boy on the forehead last night”

To say you were not happy was an understatement. You quickly sprinted out of bed and ran into your bathroom. This was not good, imagine how your family would react, your siblings. You weren’t in the closet but you also didn’t want to be public with Vinnie just yet. You loved the man to death - you did but you saw yourself as a shy boy from the south, thrown into this bold new world (aka L.A).

You opened your phone to more messages from your best friend to check the comments. ‘Hell no.’ You texted quickly. One thing you hated more than being in the public eye is people’s commentary about you. However, now that the secret’s out it wouldn’t hurt to take a small peak.

You rushed to open the once-closed tab of your messages. You hesitated for a while, finger levitating above the link. After a few more deep breaths your finger fell on the message, after clicking, your phone flashed blue and there appeared the post you had just recently witnessed. You scrolled down to see the comments.

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@user233/ - Omg who is this

@rishardtim - I love this sm

@medontlikeyou - WE MUST FIND THIS MAN

@singleazzbitch - Not them both being fine…

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A knock on the door stopped you from scrolling on. “[Name] are you ok? I saw the post and I’m so sorry. Just open the door let’s talk about this.” Vinnie tried to reason. Your long sigh could be heard thru the door as Vinnie impatiently waited for a response, action, anything. The door slowly opened revealing you and your phone visibly showing the Twitter post. “No, baby don’t listen to them, we can get this covered up or-“ Vinnie’s sentence was cut short by you rushing into his arms. “I’m ok.” You mumbled. With those two words coming out of your mouth Vinnie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

After a while of silence. Just the two of your hugging and listening to each other's heartbeats. Vinnie spoke.“Have you thought about how you wanna handle this?” You sat in silence for a little while longer until you finally thought of an idea

“Let’s see how much they can learn.” You smirked

[olderthannetfic]

The previous convos about sensitivity readers and purity culture in booktwit types definitely feels familiar. I'll never forget when I was querying agents a few years ago with a novel I wrote, and I was told my writing "caused discomfort," was "problematic" and could be seen as racist/anti-black and having a lot of instances of queerphobia and misogynoir. The novel was a horror-fantasy story that actually was based on the transatlantic slave trade but on a different planet (So, yes, I would hope that this kind of story would be disturbing and cause discomfort in the reader. Mission accomplished). The plot covered several generations of the captured aliens who were enslaved (a la A Hundred Years of Solitude), the fallout of their enslavement, and the mistreatment of the enslaved people as a result. Most of the agents who requested the full manuscript said they liked the story, but I was met with many intrusive questions about my identity, race, gender, and sexuality and urges to work with a sensitivity reader should we progress forward as agent and writer. I am a Black, femme nonbinary, bisexual person. This was all fine and dandy with them, so they wanted to make this information about my identity public for consumers to appease the Twitter crowd and dissuade callout posts from the functionally illiterate. I wanted to maintain my dignity and not disclose any personal information. (They assumed it was because I was in the closet or something. I was not then and am not now. My identity just isn't anyone's business if they want to read a book, simple as that. This was also especially because there are mentions of sexual assault of some characters, and that kind of information definitely isn't anyone's business to know about an author. Period.) I also didn't want to hire a sensitivity reader because they were advertised to me as someone who performed outrage at works for a living (It also didn't help that I was linked to a few sensitivity readers who were very vocal on YA book Twitter and SFF Twitter. No thank you.). This was, apparently, a problem. That was when I decided publishing may not be for me, at least traditional publishing.

--

Yeah, sadly, I feel there is an audience for that book, but you're going to have to find it yourself. Anything YA adjacent is too outrage-driven without the necessary nuance, but a lot of more oldschool SFF circles are too full of the kind of sensitive, delicate white guys who wouldn't get this book either. Maybe an indie black press? Somewhere with a more literary bent that thrives on controversial books? Depending on how horror-y it is, maybe there's an avenue to pursue there. Horror fans do include a lot of manbabies too, but those circles can be more open to actually dark stuff.

At least self publishing is easy now, but self publishing and then getting a significant number of people to buy and read the book is hard.

I promise that decent sensitivity readers exist, but the ones that crowd is going to send you to are... not equipped to deal with dark horror fantasy, in my opinion.

And as a writer, I wouldn't work with anyone I didn't know pretty well anyway. How are you supposed to evaluate the feedback of a rando? What if they fundamentally don't get your genre?

If you do decide to press on, I think I'd look for like-minded fellow writers to begin with. Start a club. Serialize your stuff in the same place. IDK. There are plenty of grown-ass adults who buy books and who like nuance. There's got to be some way to find your audience.

It would be a pity to give up just because publishing is full of cowards.

[lonesome-witching]

The World Can Know

I have gotten the request to write a celebrity AU by @rabbitofdeath-atcastleaarrggh based on this post by @autismbarbie (I think). And I have to say I absolutely loved that post so much that I was a little excited to write this.

You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

It had all started with a drunken tweet. She shouldn’t have been drunk. It was only 2 pm and she was supposed to be working. But she had finished the last song for her album, and somebody had pulled out a bottle of champagne and now she was sipping lukewarm beers in the recording booth and scrolling through twitter.

It was then that Robin Buckley saw a picture of Nancy Wheeler. It wasn’t that she had never seen her before, she had seen Nancy everywhere. A couple of days ago, she and Steve had gone to see one of her movies. And Robin had returned the next day to watch it again. So, she knew of Nancy Wheeler. She had seen her all dolled up in movies and on red carpets. She had spent an embarrassing long time staring at her in that flowy top with her dark red lips at the Paris fashion week just a few nights ago.

The only difference was that all of those times Robin hadn’t been drunk, and therefore had been able to refrain herself from making her tiny obsession public knowledge. But this time as she noticed the picture of Nancy Wheeler in a simple blue shirt, purple cap and sunglasses walking in New York, the same streets Robin walked every single day, she was drunk.

Her fingers were typing out the words before her mind had registered them. Her thumb only hesitated a second before posting the tweet.

Literally dont FUCKIGN talk to me if u r not Nancy wheeler btw!!! dont even say hi i’ll be pissed

She regretted that tweet that same night when a text from Steve told her to check twitter. The memory of her own embarrassment came flooding back and the only reason she opened her account was with the pure intention of deleting the entire thing. That was her intention until she noticed the notification. It was a simple reply, just a simple hi with a smiley face behind it. The main reason Robin nearly went into cardiac arrest was that it was from Nancy freaking Wheeler. 

-

Talking with Nancy had been surprisingly easy. They had hung out a few times, going for walks after dark and eating take out in Nancy’s luxurious apartment. Robin had even invited Nancy to the recording studio after a mix up with the vocals forced her to drop everything. They often talked until the early morning hours, laughing and crying like kids at their first sleepover.

Now that Robin was able to see Nancy in real life it became obvious that the pictures and movies didn’t do her justice. That she looked best when she woke up with her hair all messed up and her eyes only half open.

It also became obvious that Robin was falling in love with her. Robin had difficulty not staring or stuttering when they hung out. She would always trip over her words whenever she tried to give Nancy a genuine compliment. And when Nancy returned the favor her cheeks would heat up and turn bright red. The words ‘I’m in love with Nancy Wheeler’ might as well have been tattooed on her forehead.

As the months crawled forward Robin and Nancy hung out more and more. Even when Nancy had to go to LA for some promotion material for her newest premiere, they called every night. Robin would listen attentively to Nancy chattering about her day as she stayed up way too late talking the other girl to sleep.

It almost felt like they were dating. Almost.

Robin tried her best not to dream about that possibility. After all, she had already gotten way too lucky to have her idol in her life.

Robin checked her phone for the thousandth time, waiting for a reply from Nancy. But as her screen lit up, she saw nothing but her lock screen. It had been a mere 9 hours since she last received a text from Nancy. She could survive 9 hours without Nancy. She had to.

Robin checked her phone again when the doorbell rang out, echoing through her too empty apartment. She dropped the phone on the couch and got up, shuffling to the door. On the other side stood Nancy Wheeler, her hair wet and dripping raindrops on the floor.

“It’s raining,” she stated as her eyes stared into Robin’s face.

“Nance? What are you doing here? Come in, come here.” Robin pulled her in, nearly hugging her. “I’m going to get you a towel… And— and some dry clothes. You should shower. I thought you were in LA.”

“I just got back. I— Robin, I need to speak with you.”

Robin stopped running around, a pink towel in her hand that nearly dropped to the floor as she saw the expression on Nancy’s face. “Okay.”

“I—” Nancy frowned. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Maybe at the beginning,” Robin offered.

“I don’t know if there is a beginning. And I’m hoping this isn’t the end. I just feel like there is middle. Everything has been the middle. I can’t start at the beginning because there isn’t one. There is just you.”

“Me?”

Nancy nodded, taking a deep breath. “There is just you. And then there is me. And I’m hoping you and me could be an us.” Nancy’s teeth were digging into her bottom lip and Robin worried she’d draw blood.

“What are you—” Realization dawned on her. Nancy’s doe eyes and nervous expressions might have not been enough, but her words were clear. “Oh.”

Nancy nodded again, barely. “Do you think—”

“Yes. I like that. I’d really like to be an us.”

Nancy’s lips turned into a bright smile as she closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.

-

“I wrote you a song,” Robin said about two weeks after their first kiss.

They were laying in Nancy’s bed, cuddling and kissing. It had been heavenly to be cooped up in Nancy’s flat the entire day. It had been marvelous to sink into her mattress and feel her lips all over her body. And now Robin was enjoying the warmth of her girlfriend.

“You wrote me a song?” Nancy asked with a soft voice.

“I did.”

“That is so sweet.” Robin could hear the smile in Nancy’s voice.

“I was hoping you would be in the video.”

“I would love to be in the video.”

-

They had agreed to keep their relationship to themselves until the video came out. Which Robin knew, logically speaking, wasn’t very long. It was supposed to be released in less than a month time so it would align with Nancy’s premiere.

But Robin was ecstatic about her new situation, and she had lasted about 3 days after they had agreed. It had at first been a slip of the thumb. She had taken this adorable picture of Nancy and couldn’t not post it. Maybe she could have used a more ambiguous caption than ‘gf reveal’ but she had slipped up. It was Nancy’s fault for being so cute.

It was only when no one believed her that she kept going, that she kept tweeting about Nancy and her dating. Not that it helped.

“They still don’t believe me. It’s insane.”

Nancy laughed softly. “At least I know it’s true.,” she said as she pulled the phone out of Robin’s hands and crawled onto her lap.

-

The premiere of Nancy’s movie was scheduled for Friday. The music video was going to drop Thursday. Robin smiled as she thought about it. But tonight, on this beautiful Monday evening, Nancy was curled up into her side as they watched the Late Night Show together. Nancy was on this episode and when she was announced Robin cheered at the screen, much to her girlfriend’s amusement. 

“So, we have to ask, is there anyone special you are taking to the premiere on Friday?”

“Well, actually, there is,” screen Nancy answered, and Robin’s eyes widened. “I’ll be taking my girlfriend, Robin Buckley.”

Nancy’s arms tightened around Robin’s waist. “So, I may have told the world.”

“Yeah,” Robin replied, nodding at the screen, not even registering the reaction from the audience.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Nancy looked up with those soft doe eyes.

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m delighted. I’ve been talking about it for ages now. All I wanted was you and for the whole world to know.” She lowered her face to press a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.

[caffeinatedowlbear]

Unlikely Occupations for Handsome Jack

I played this on the soon-no-longer-twitter, and figured I like these too much to lose them when that site inevitably becomes an ex-parrot. This post will collect all the previous AUs I've made, and you can request new ones in the comments.

The rules are simple: name a job/occupation that would be very unlikely for Handsome Jack, and I'll try to come up with an IC(ish), (mostly) not crack explanation of how he ended up that way. All ideas generated from this exercise are free for the taking, as long as: 1) the prompt giver doesn't mind; 2) you let me know what you make of it.

Note: while any minimum wage job fits the 'unlikely' criteria, ideally I'm looking for suggestions of jobs/occupations that someone (but normally, not Jack) would conceivably WANT to do, and not just to survive. It's sad but true that people rarely end up in minimum wage jobs for interesting reasons. So please go easy on burger flipping, shelf restocking, call centers and the like.

Prompts filled so far: Janitor, DJ, Florist, Marine Biologist, Preschool Teacher, Pediatric Nurse (new!).

Outstanding prompts: cab driver; mortician; therapist/social worker (got ideas for this one); supermarket cashier (got half a plan)

Filled prompts below, starting with a fan favorite.

Janitor

Now, I know that ‘it’s just a front’ may sound like a cop-out because it can apply to any ‘Jack in a minimum-wage job’ scenario. So I tried to make it more interesting.

Setting: can be modern-day, can be sci-fi, but needs to be an AU in which Jack isn’t instantly recognizable by all and sundry. He is a rich and successful asshole, though. But there’s a certain shiny object he really, REALLY wants to get his hands on. Could be physical thing, could be information. Either way, something that money (of which he has plenty) can’t buy, because it’s held by another, even richer asshole.

Multiple attempts to infiltrate the guy’s home, where the shiny is kept, have failed. The mark is famously a recluse, his security systems are deadly, and all his staff are life-long friends and acquaintances. There’s only one tiny security hole: cleaning and maintenance. Now, most of it is automated, but once every few months, there’s a need for human labor. So every few months, a trusted and vetted housekeeping services agency dispatches some of its most trusted and vetted workers. And isn’t it lucky that Jack has a contact at said agency?

It goes off without a hitch at first. Agency Contact makes sure Jack’s fake identity passes all the background checks, and adds him to the next crew dispatched to Rich Asshole’s house. But then, Agency Contact is busted for an unrelated piece of shady business. Their latest acts in the company come under scrutiny. Jack’s employment status holds, but not his assignment. He is supposed to have at least six months of spotless (...sorry :p) record with the agency before he can get assigned to high-priority jobs like this.

So now Jack has two options. Say "fuck this shit, I'm out" and look for a different solution that might not even exist... or hold out for the sure-fire way in, even if it means spending six months pushing around a mop while toeing the company line. What’s it gonna be, Jack??

DJ

Going off the beaten track for this one, because I didn't want to do the obvious option of 'rich guy's hobby/vanity side gig'.

My take is, we're back on Tantalus and in Jack's (John's?) youth. It's a place full of poverty and violence, but also a colorful night life. Of course, many night clubs are fronts for drug and arms (and worse) trade. Getting in with the clubs is a solid strategy for a young guy with his head on his shoulders.

Jack tries to do different jobs that take him all over, to see the backstage stuff as much as possible. (He even has a brief stint as an unlikely bouncer: no-one expected the scrawny 20yo to throw some real good punches.)

His first DJ experience happens when he's a stage hand / gofer at a club, and the actual DJ goes off to screw someone, telling Jack to take over for half an hour. The music is cued up, just look like you're having fun, he's told. This is the first taste he gets of the kind of power he didn't think he wanted. Because the power that comes with money and access and control is one thing (and make no mistake, he wants that). But the power to stand in front of a room full of people and command their mood? To be cheered? To get them to chant your name, even? That hits something really, really deep inside young Jack. He knows that day that however he gets to the top, he won't just be the man behind the curtain. He will be the one whose name the crowd is chanting.

From there on, Jack's goal is clear. Not only is he going to get power and money and his slice of all the shady business, but he's also going to be a goddamn ✨celebrity✨ while at it. For bonus points, add a scar earned in a gang war ten years later and make Handsome Jack his crime name *and* stage name.

Florist

Setting: semi-historical or steampunk flavored Victorian. There is a war on, but it's pretty far away or a relatively cold one. So no immediate danger on the home front, but spycraft is in high demand. Jack is an era-appropriate Bond type who gets saddled with an assignment to...

"Make bouquets? Is this a joke?"

No, it's not. The flower shop Jack would be operating out of is a hub receiving intel from multiple covert informants. It will be Jack's job to pick out what's important, and pass it to the right people, encoded via flower bouquets. Sending messages via different flowers are already a thing in this society, as they were in our world's Victorian era, but obviously, the spy organization obviously has its own code book, so no harm done if a bouquet falls into the wrong hands.

"Except I'd have to bloody make it again, so, actually, plenty of harm done."

In order to maintain the cover, the flower shop also has to do legitimate business, so Jack gets to make plenty of "civilian" bouquets as well, and be all polite and gentlemanly with the customers.

There's only one silver lining to this dismal assignment. The assistant assigned to help Jack with sorting and aggregating the intel is pretty darn cute.

Marine Biologist

(Short write-up, but this is one of my personal faves!)

Canon-adjacent BL settings, but instead of Pandora, Jack is drawn to Aquator in his vault-hunting pursuits, searching for a vault rumored to be at the bottom of the ocean. Helios is a city-sized submarine!

For bonus points, add a Rhack plot featuring mercreature!Rhys, who has knowledge of the vault, but is reluctant to reveal its location, and whose trust Jack is desperately trying to win.

In a Preschool

Modern-day, Passable Dad AU. It's career day at Angel's school. Jack didn't want to come, what with being a currently unemployed head of a recently-failed startup. But he can't say no to Angel, so... sigh, here we go.

Jack is the last one to talk, his hope being that maybe they’ll run out of time and he won’t have to. Alas, his slot comes up. A few minutes in, the teacher gets an urgent phone call and steps out (don’t come after me about child safety protocols in this AU, okay :p).

Then the period is technically over, and the teacher isn’t back (guess the phone call was urgent enough to make them run out without telling people; they’re so fired). Other parents have left at some point during the period, because they have jobs / better things to do. Jack tries to send Angel to go find an adult, but she declares they’re not allowed to leave the classroom on their own (because she’s an ass). But, she continues, they can’t be left on their own, either (like I said, an ass).

So, Jack is stuck with a bunch of preschoolers for an hour. Once he runs out of failed startup stories, he just starts rubber-ducking new business ideas off of them. It’s surprisingly effective: kids are really good at poking holes in what seem like reasonable plans to adults.

And this is how, once a teacher finally comes to see what’s going on, Mr. Lawrence is offered a job as a substitute teacher at his daughter’s preschool. He will get fired once he deals with a bully by holding the offender up by the ankle until a believable apology is delivered.

Pediatric Nurse

(the prompt giver was very specific that it should be nurse, not doctor)

Setting: Tantalus, Jack is a single dad and dirt-poor. Angel is hospitalized with something that requires long-term inpatient care, and Jack literally doesn't have the money to pay for her treatment and rent, so he loses the apartment and starts low-key living at the hospital.

He's getting away with it pretty well. Angel shares a room with a few more kids, whose parents catch on pretty quickly, but don't mind that an extra parent is hanging around, because the hospital is permanently understaffed, and the kids like having company. (He gets more than an occasional meal from other kids' parents, too.)

When Jack's not doing gig work on his laptop, he's reading up everything about Angel's condition as well as all-purpose medical care so he can take care of her when she's finally allowed to leave the hospital. He's a fast learner, and soon ends up helping out the permanently overworked nurses with basic stuff like changing dressings, giving an extra hand with whatever, and even fixing up some medical equipment when something outdated inevitably breaks. It's not long before the kids in Angel's room (and the adjacent rooms) start calling him Nurse Jack.

The only one who's not thrilled about Jack's permanent presence on the ward is a young (and very attractive) doctor who's being a real stick in the mud about 'non-medical personnel outside of visiting hours'. The fact that, thanks to Jack's liberal use of nicknames, the kids start calling him Dr. Cupcake doesn't win Jack much love, either. Things between them getting more tense by the day, and Jack is this close to getting banned from the hospital outside of strict visiting hours.

That is, until one day, some Tantalus bandits barge in, demand that the whole floor is cleared so that their boss can get medical attention, and even take some medical personnel (including Dr. Cupcake) hostage to make their point. Little did they know that one of their hostages is: a) not a licensed medical professional, but b) real handy with a gun.

[applecheeks255]

MASTERPOST

Anyway, here comes info!

My tag for art is #apple get's artsy ! If you wanna find every art piece i posted, that's the way. You can also find through the Archive.

Watch out for the #suggestive tag!!

Where can you find me?

Socials:

Instagram | Ao3 | ArtFight | Cara | X

More oficial platforms on my Ccard.

Where could you contact me?

My asks are always open! But you can also DM me. I usually respond as soon as i can.

For a quicker response i suggest DMing me on my Instagram account, it's where i am more active.

What happened to your old account?

Got hacked and had to delete it :(

Do i take requests?

Sometimes i'll leave the requests open, i'll only do the suggestions i'm interested in though. But you can also pay me to do it, if you'd like... 👀

Requests [CLOSED] - Rules down below!

How to increase the probability of me doing your request?

Well, i am pretty multifandom. But the fandoms i'm mostly interested in doing content are: UNDERTALE, DELTARUNE, Friday Night Funkin, TMNT (2003, 2012, 2014-2016) and MINECRAFT.

And there's also animes, that may or not get my attention: Boku no Hero Academia, One Punch Man, InuYasha, Naruto/Shippuden, MobPsycho100, CardCaptorSakura, Kimi ni Todoke, Demon Slayer, One Piece. There's also a few other games, like: God of War (any of them), Fortnite (a bit), Overcooked, Hollow Knight, Celeste, Crash (of the Titans) and that's a few i can think of. I also enjoy DC, Marvel, Disney (besides being a little pissed off by them), Pixar, Barbie and DreamWorks... Yeah, there's a lot lol, and i probably forgot a few.

What are the requests rules?

Please don't send me the same request again.

The max is a second time. If i do comment that i deleted one by accident or something like that. Besides that, don't do it. If i take too long to do your request, i may not have had the time or i may not be interested in it.

Related to the first one, Don't spam me.

If you keep bothering me in the DMs if i took too long to do your requests, that goes without saying, but i will block you. If you're one of those bots wanting attention with art requests, i will also block you.

One request per blog/person.

You can request more than one thing from me, but only if your last request has been completed, or if many days have passed and you're sure i wasn't interested in your idea. That also is related to the last rule. Do not spam me with requests.

I will not draw anything NSFW related.

I don't do this kind of artwork. If you want something like this, go find yourself an artist to do it on twitter/X.

Requests are supposed to be simple.

I will not draw anything that challenges me too much. Requests are for training the habilities i already have and to also do something for you guys. Anything too complicated may be ignored.

This post will be edited and updated as if fond necessary.

[brooklyncarrentals]

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[angara-mfrp]

Some big, beautiful changes!

Hello roleplayers of ADZ! Congrats again to those who made it through activity check. I am high fiving you.

I've hinted at this quite a bit OOC, but we have a couple of big changes to group mechanics that the mod team has collectively decided to implement in order to make your experience better. So while these changes are big, they are likely not going to affect existing muses too greatly.

So, in short, we have changed rankup requirements, and we have revamped Paths. More info under the cut!

The changes to rankup requirements should be pretty straightforward. We have reduced the point requirements for rank 3 and up. This was one of the first things we looked at and thought "yeah, this should be fixed." Admittedly, when I (Mod Dingo) established the point requirements, I was referring to the requirements for a group that I had previously written in. The problem? This group was significantly larger than ADZ, meaning that the act of actually accumulating points was much, much easier. Additionally, the jump from 2500 to 8000 seemed a little too big, like there was supposed to be a 5000 in there but I stepped away from my computer or something stupid like that. I didn't, but it certainly gives that impression!

We have, however, added some additional requirements for rank 5. In addition to the Path drabble, we will now require participation in at least three major lore events. Considering threads and drabbles for such events will net you a lot of points, this should help you in the long-run!

Speaking of Paths, onto that change! This change came a little later, but we think it makes more sense. While the vertical categories will remain the same (the ones stating how your muse feels about ADZ and its people), the horizontal ones are now different. Instead of your muse's feelings about tech, the other factor in determining Paths will now be how your muse feels about looking into the Bygone Era.

This change came a little later, but it was considered seriously. Our main reasoning behind this is that, while muses tend to sort of be "eh, whatever" on tech, interest in the Bygone Era is very much a thing, whether it's "I am genuinely curious about this as a whole", "something bad happened and I'm scared about it so I'll just sit here", or "idc about the Bygone Era but I want to get home and maybe also beat up that old geezer". Which...makes a lot of sense! As such, we've made these changes, and we hope you'll prefer this way of deciding Paths.

As far as implementing these, the rank requirement should be pretty simple, as nobody has made it to rank 3 yet. So, if you've met the requirements, you can just go ahead and send in a rankup request! Today is a processing day, so it works out perfectly.

For the Path changes, that might require a bit more. You may have noticed that if your muse is at rank 1 or 2, their Path role in the server has been removed. This was to prepare for this change, as some of the names of the Paths were moved around a little. So, please read over the changes to the Paths and send in a Path change as soon as you've made a decision!

These changes were thought out very carefully, and were implemented with the idea of making the member experience better...unlike some people (looking at you, Discord, Twitter, and basically any company that has pissed off its users with stupid changes). We hope that this will have the desired effect! Thank you to the members who have stuck with us and have allowed us to gain the insights we needed to make these improvements.

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Check API Is Working Or Not

Check api is working or not is a type of functional test that makes sure an API works correctly and does what it’s supposed to. This can include everything from ensuring the API carries data in a certain format to making sure users can’t affect the software in unexpected ways. Functional tests also analyze nonfunctional aspects of an API, such as performance and security.

The health endpoint, usually available via /health/ready or /health/liveness, verifies that an API is ready to accept incoming requests. This is often a good place to start for testing an API, as it is a simple way to test basic functionality without waiting for a response from the API itself.

Another important feature of a health check is a timestamp that indicates when the API should be deregistered. This is usually specified as a duration with a suffix like “10m”. The goal here is to set this timeout so that it’s significantly longer than any expected recoverable outage for the associated service.

Other health checks focus on verifying the structure and content of an API’s response. This can include validating the structure of an JSON or XML data structure, verifying that the response is sorted on the selected field in ascending or descending order, and confirming that all fields in the response are present. Katalon Studio includes a rich library of verification methods, including regular expressions, JsonPath, and XmlPath, to allow developers to quickly and easily validate the output of an API.

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Cloud computing: The most trending companies on Twitter in Q3 2021

Based on their online performance and engagement, GlobalData research determined which businesses dominated cloud computing-related Twitter conversations.

Verdict has identified five of the most prominent businesses that will be trending on cloud computing in Q3 2021 using data from GlobalData's Influencer platform.

Companies leading the way in cloud computing: The main five 1. Amazon – Elastic's Logstash data processing pipeline and the fact that Amazon Web Services (AWS) was named a leader in the 2021 Gartner Magic Quadrant for Cloud Infrastructure and Platform Services (CIPS) report received 1,381 mentions in Q3 2021. Additionally, Simple Network Management Protocol (SNMP) monitoring was made possible by means of the Amazon CloudWatch monitoring service.

An article about AWS's 11th consecutive appearance as a leader in the 2021 Magic Quadrant for CIPS report was shared by Jeff Barr, vice president at AWS. Gartner is a research and consulting firm. The report positioned AWS at the top for execution capacities and culmination of vision. According to the article, Gartner introduced a new Magic Quadrant for CIPS in 2020 to broaden the scope of their Magic Quadrant by including platform as a service (PaaS) capabilities and broadening coverage to include developer tools and serverless computing.

Amazon is a web-based retailer and web specialist organization work in administrations, for example, advanced streaming, distributed computing, and online business. The company also makes electronic devices like the Kindle e-readers, fire TVs, fire tablets, and echo, all of which are based in Seattle, Washington, in the United States.

Partner Content https://www.investmentmonitor.ai/sponsored/2023-looks-bright-for-start-ups-in-abu-dhabi/ Startups, which make up the backbone of many economies, are getting more and more requests for innovative concepts for developing technology that combats climate change and powers smart cities. They require appropriate assistance and financial access in order to thrive. All that young businesses find... by Masdar City Free Zone 2. Microsoft – 952 discusses Microsoft's statement that the National Security Agency (NSA) should cancel its cloud computing contract with Amazon, the company's launch of a preview of Microsoft Cloud for Sustainability, and Microsoft's collaboration with telecommunications company AT&T to run a core 5G network on its cloud platform.

In an article about Microsoft, Bill Mew, founder and CEO of the crisis management firm The Crisis Team, stated that the NSA should end its $10 billion deal with Amazon for cloud computing called the Wild and Stormy. The innovation organization documented a proper bid fight with the US Government Responsibility Office (GAO) expressing that it would have won the agreement assuming the bid was surveyed accurately. The US GAO is probably going to decide the result of the dissent toward October's end.

The bid was made by the NSA as part of its efforts to revamp its storage and computing resources. The NSA's Wild and Blustery arrangement is essential for its Cross breed Register Drive and is supposed to coordinate customary cloud administrations with a main organization's equipment as a help (HaaS) offering, the article itemized.

Microsoft is a technology company that develops, licenses, and supports software services, devices, and products from its headquarters in Redmond, Washington, in the United States. Operating systems, server applications, cloud-based solutions, software development tools, applications for business solutions, video games, and services for training and certification are all offered by the company.

3. In the third quarter, Alphabet Inc. – 590 discussed Google Cloud's plan to expand its data center in central Ohio, the rollout of Google Cloud retail search functionality, and Google Cloud's increased security in response to ransomware attacks.

An article about Google Cloud's increased cloud security measures in response to a rise in ransomware attacks was shared by threat hunter and Verizon manager of network security Bob Carver. The organization declared two new capacities including the Cloud IDS, which helps in recognizing spyware, malware and network dangers. The subsequent capacity sent off by the organization is Autonomic Security Tasks, which incorporates a bunch of items, devices, and combinations to mechanize danger the executives.

Google's holding company, Alphabet, is a technology company that offers a wide range of services, including cloud, e-mail, search, ads, maps, YouTube, and hardware products. Mountain View, California, USA, serves as its headquarters.

4. Global Business Machines (IBM) - 495 notices An IBM report on the significant expense of information breaks during the pandemic, the organization's joint effort with computerized framework organization Equinix to coordinate cloud arrangements in crossover conditions were a portion of the prevalently examined points in Q3. Conversations about the organization likewise incorporated a report featuring the development of the Stockpiling as-a-administration market because of troublesome administrations presented by cloud suppliers like IBM and Red Cap.

An IBM report that looked at data breaches that affected over 500 businesses was shared by Kurt Marko, a freelance tech analyst. The report uncovered that information breaks cost the studied organizations $4.24m per episode during the pandemic, which is the most noteworthy kept in 17 years. The report expressed that security breaks became mind boggling and costly to check attributable to the progressions in functional movements did during the pandemic. According to the report, security breach costs increased by 10% from the previous year.

IBM is a technology and cloud solutions company that provides software and information technology consulting services. The company provides software, hardware, and hosting services in a variety of fields, including nanotechnology and mainframe computers, with its headquarters in Armonk, New York, USA.

5. Prophet Corp - 376 notices Prophet's essential job in banking, Prophet Combination offering a full set-up of cloud applications for clients, and Prophet's enticement for a court in Jerusalem to drop the determination of AWS and Google as a component of the Radiance cloud delicate were a portion of the famous conversations around Prophet in the second from last quarter.

An assessment of Oracle's strategic role in banking was provided by technology analyst Doug Henschen of Constellation Research. Prophet has cooperated with Germany's biggest bank Deutsche Bank to modernize its information base innovation. In addition to migrating the bank's Oracle database systems to Oracle Exadata Cloud@Customer, the company is modernizing the bank's existing database management systems.

The move is supposed to assist the save money with making a solitary stage for every one of its frameworks and administrations, for example, installments handling, administrative detailing, exchanging, and capital preparation, consequently fundamentally diminishing expenses and intricacy, the article noted.

Oracle Corp. is a technology company with its headquarters in Austin, Texas, USA. It sells services like enterprise software, database software, technology, and cloud engineered systems. Human capital management (HCM), customer relationship management (CRM), and supply chain management (SCM) software are also offered by the company as middle-tier software systems and tools.

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SPOILER LEVEL THREE: STRAIGHT UP THE ANSWERS TO THE NIGHTS AND TWITTER PUZZLES

Please note- Legundo recited the answers on stream, he did not show them. I transcribed them based on what he said, meaning it's possible that my spelling or capitalization is off. It's probably not, and even if it is, it probably doesn't matter, but keep this in mind, in the event something seems like it could be the answer if only this word were spelt differently or this word were capitalized, pursue it! Also, if you get slightly different spellings/capitalization when you attempt to solve either puzzle, please let me know, yours is probably more accurate!

Now, onto the puzzles.

The message Nights should give you is: "Numbers again. Are you scared? Look for my words. Not the letters within. We wait for your message where the story ends." This is a reference to the numbers grid, because he thought this would be easier. Whoops.

The Twitter message is: "Our dominion will be absolute. Our mission, a crusade to conquer all reality. Do you wish to join us? Collect the days for your words and send a letter at his home. We wait for you there."

How the Twitter puzzle was supposed to work: Month, day, tweet, word. This was ongoing for four months, and then 3 months later everything broke. Whoops.

THE LAST "OUTCOMING MISSION" OF CHAPTER ONE IS THE MISSION WITHIN THE TWITTER MESSAGE. There has been simpler stuff in chapters 2 and 3 that we have already solved, though we haven't gotten everything. This is the last puzzle from 1k days. "It's a simple request."

"Dominion" in the Twitter message is a reference to Dominion SMP, but it's more "this word was too good to pass up" than anything else.

Hello 100 Days Multiverse/Legundo fans! As reward for getting The Ghost's Vault to the final round of the @mcyt-builds-contest , Legundo revealed on stream today the answer to not one, but TWO long standing and unsolved puzzles from the 100 Days Multiverse, the Nights puzzle and the Twitter puzzle.

He revealed the answers to these puzzles in increments (Spoiler Levels 1, 2, and 3), giving more hints on how to solve Nights as the levels went on. I wrote up summaries of each of these spoiler levels for the Code Crackers Discord and Legundo's Discord, but if you're not in either, here they are for your viewing pleasure!

I'll be putting the spoilers under the cut so anyone who still wants to solve either puzzle on their own can remain unspoiled/unhinted. I'll also be separating each spoiler level into reblogs, in the event you only want to get hints, rather than all the answers. The full stream will be available as a VOD on Legundo's channel once he finishes streaming today, and this conversation starts around the 8 minute mark, in the event anyone wants to go back and look for themselves at what was discussed.

SPOILER LEVEL ONE: ONE VERY VAGUE HINT ABOUT NIGHTS AND NOTHING MORE

The theory that Nights and Random was connected is explicitly true. The randomized capitalization in the day counter in Random was, in fact, connected to the Nights puzzle. This is, in fact, what "a coin of light in dark" in the Seer's hint was referring to.

[skinnyducky]

important questions // v.h.

a/n this wasn’t at the front of the list to put out, but the ideas were idea-ing and i just decided to write it any ways. hope you like it! also, i’ve been taking request even though i said i wouldn’t (lol) but this time i’m actually going to hold on taking anything, just so nothing gets added and i overlook previous requests. 

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 622, edited

WARNING: lang, and i think that’s all.

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Y/n and Vinnie were lying on his bed, her head resting on his stomach as she scrolled up and down through Twitter. The two originally planned to go out and have some fun but decided against that due to their shared laziness—one of the many reasons why they gravitated towards each other.

The young couple took this time to just enjoy each other’s company and have some time to themselves. It was somewhat quiet in Vinnie’s room, the only sound coming from Hera as she munched on her food. However, that silence was broken as Y/n asked Vinnie a simple, yet important, question. A question that had been plaguing her since the minute they got together. A question so deep, so complex, that not even the greatest philosophers could find the answer to it.

"If I was a cockroach, would you still love me?"

Vinnie’s face contorted in confusion as he looked down to meet the innocent eyes of his girlfriend. "What?" He asked, "What are you talking about?"

"If I was a cockroach, would you still love me?" She repeated.

"What kind of question is that?"

Y/n rolled her eyes. "Does it matter what kind of question it is? It’s pretty straightforward. Would you love me if I was a cockroach? Yes or no?"

"No, I don’t think I would."

Raising her eyebrow, Y/n sat up and crossed her arms. "You’re joking, right?" She huffed. "I can’t believe you, Vinnie."

"What? I just answered the question."

"You weren’t supposed to answer it with ‘no.’" The girl flew up off of his bed and began pacing around the room. "You’re like practically saying our relationship means nothing, that I mean nothing. Is that what I am to you? Just nothing?"

Vinnie would be lying if he said he was terrified right now. He hadn’t expected this reaction from Y/n, especially to a question of that nature. Just watching Y/n as she stomped around with her fist clenched, a mean mug on her face, made him tremble. He’d never seen her this angry. Actually, since he’d been with her, she hadn’t gotten angry once. It was like the emotion was nonexistent for her. He didn’t know what to expect.

"I-I didn’t know it meant that much to you." He gulped, scooting back against his headboard. "I wouldn’t have said ‘no’ if I knew you were going to get angry."

"This isn’t anger." Y/n pointed to her face. "This is me trying to hold back that anger."

Sweat trickled down Vinnie’s forehead as he swallowed down his terror. "I’m s-s-sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, babe."

It was at that moment that Y/n’s features softened, and she started laughing hysterically. She slid back down the bed and rolled around for a few minutes, clutching her stomach. Vinnie sat there, dazed and confused, wondering what the hell had gotten into her.

"I’m so lost," he said.

Y/n calmed down a little, wiping away a stray tear. "Baby, you were so scared." She giggled and crawled up to him. "I was just joking. I’m not mad at you."

"Wait, huh?" He stared at her, completely puzzled. "You’re not? But you were just—"

"—pretending," she finished. "Honestly, I expected your answer to be ‘no.’ Let’s me know you wouldn’t leave me for some voluptuous cockroach." Y/n wrapped her arms around him, pecking him on the cheek.

Vinnie took a deep breath, feeling his heart rate relax. "You’re mean, you know that?"

"Yes, but I’m only mean to you."

The two shared a deep kiss before Vinnie pulled away. "What about you?" He asked.

"What about me?"

"Would you still love me if I was a cockroach?"

Y/n smirked. "No. No, I wouldn’t."

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