#you CAN request characters but that might make it harder on me LOL

[quaranmine]

HEY i see a lot of artists doing this but as a writer how about you send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped

fine print is fine print. fine print is i reserve the right to not answer if i dont want to. however i will try. we will see!

[multifandoms27-blog]

BEGGING ABSOLUTELY BEGGING FOR A YAMI YUGI OR SETO NSFW HEADCANONNS

I have heard your cries and I have come to deliver

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Content: Yami Yugi x gn!Reader, Seto Kaiba x gn!Reader (separate)

Warnings: 18+, Minors DO NOT INTERACT!! This has mainly AFAB biology, but no use of she/her, Seto Kaiba degrades you

Notes: All characters are (obviously) 18+ here. I know this was kinda short, but I'm in the middle of finals and got out all I could before I got burnt out lol

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❥Yami Yugi

100% a soft dom. Can't tell me otherwise

He would also be a huge tease

Imagine him fingering you while whispering teasing comments in your ear...

"Oh love, the way you squeeze my fingers makes me want to just take you here and now...but I must keep my patience together."

He can be a little harsh in bed if you want him to be

He mainly does it for your pleasure, he barely cares for his own

He loves your thighs. He loves holding them up as he pounds into you from above, and he loves the look on your face as he does so

He'd drag his hands up and down your body, worshipping every single bit of it before having his way with you

Back to him being harsh, he wouldn't degrade you very much, but he would force your head into the pillows as he gives you ruthless backshots

He prefers being on top, but he wouldn't mind you riding him every once in a while

Purposely tries to last long so he can switch you two so you're below him again

He can't help it! He loves the way you look and the way your tits bounce as he gives you what you really want...

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❥Seto Kaiba

Would also be a dom, but not soft like Yami Yugi

He cares about his pleasure more than YY does, and he loves taking his frustrations out on you

100% degrading you

As he's giving you relentless backshots, he loves boasting about how much you must LOVE his cock, since you keep coming back for more, and sprinkles a little insult for you at the end

It's just boosting his ego lol

Loves holding your hips as he fucks you from behind, his dick reaching all the right spots

As you're moaning like a whore for him, you can only hope his assistant can't hear from outside of his office

If you're fucking him at the mansion, he's a little more softer. But if you tell him to go harder, he'll go harder

His bed is also where he does missionary, not doggy like his office. He does prefer to see your face sometimes

He doesn't like when you ride him, he thinks it takes away control. But he might be inclined to take up the offer if he's tired from work...

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Here's my Yugioh masterlist in case you wanna request something!

[kurokens]

In The Middle | Satosugu

anime/manga: jujutsu kaisen

character: gojo satoru & geto suguru

words: 798

pronouns: they/them

request: none

notes: probably an overused prompt but idc sue me, i needed to write one of my own. im a sucker for misunderstanding. i haven't written anything in such a long time, it's been a while im sorry, satosugu have been on my mind for a while, and i needed to write something with them because i love them so fucking much. it's gonna be a series, so hopefully i dont disappear after one part lol... later on it might be specific on some insecurities bc i need it and i thought well let's just share it with the world and other who might need it. sorry for any mistakes T-T

not proof read

song rec: SHE'S - In The Middle

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slowburn, a little bit angsty, poly?

warnings: bad english not my first language, satosugu are in a loving relationship, misunderstanding, pinning, a lot of pinning on satosugu's end, reader is so oblivious (is that the right one?), insecure and self conscious reader

You've always told yourself you weren't the type to live with anyone, you liked your quiet and your peace. Alone in your little bubble, without a soul to disturb it. And yet, here you were awoken by your roomates lover quarrel in the room next door, for the hundredth time this week.

"Don't you love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?" a whiny voice whisper-screamed "Satoru, my love, it was a dream, it was all in your head." an exhausted voice replied

"So what?? It doesn't mean anything? Are my feelings not valid?" Gojo huffed.

"How are you so dramatic so early in the morning? Let's go back to sleep come here.", Geto carefully lifted the blanket so his boyfriend could go back exactly where he belonged, asleep and quiet in his arms.

Such occurences weren't new to you, you could even say there were your daily life, that's why you laughed hearing the bickering couple, and turned around in your bed to try and fall back asleep while their muffled voices could still be heard in the background. This was without counting on what part of their conversation your brain decided to pick up on next. "I dont know for how much longer I can do this Sugu.." Satoru sighed. "Me neither love, but there is nothing much we can do about it.They live with us." His black haired lover replied. "I know, ugh I know, but it's getting so much harder everyday. Seeing them is becoming unbearable. I can't stand it anymore, we need to do something." He went on. "Shh, I know, I feel the same. But we can't just drop this on them all of the sudden and expect it to go well." The oldest reasoned.

Your heart shattered on the other side of the wall, now sitting against the headboard, an unstoppable flow of tears falling down your face. You were a bother? You thought the three of you were friends, shit, scratch that, best friends. And yet, yet, this was how they felt about you. Fuck fuck FUCK You needed to calm down, it's okay, you're okay. It must have been a nightmare, yeah that's right, a nightmare. Your brain loved playing tricks on you, waking you up in the middle of the night with the most vivid and realistic nightmares ever, enough to send you into full blown meltdown. Nothing to worry about, it was just a nightmare, nothing else. That's what you told yourself and yet when you woke up you couldnt shake this weird feeling in your stomach. You contemplated staying in your bed all day and avoid your roomates but that would be silly to ignore them for something that was potentially just a dream. So you shook the silly feelings away and got out of your bed, made your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Your two roommates were already there, being lovey dovey in each others lap and the weird feeling made its way back into your stomach. "Hi there." You greeted tiredly, only to be met with an echo of short hms, and not even a nod to accompany the cold greeting. The lack of acknowledgment not helping with your already overthinking mind, you decided to take a quick breakfast and just leave them be. It could just be a coincidence, nothing to worry about haha, right? Or so you thought, because you were back in your room mindlessly scrolling through tik tok when you once again hear the muffled voices of your roommates. Your brain screamed at you to put your headphones on and drown out their conversation, but you couldn't get yourself to do it, and you decided to listen to them, to at least finally be able to know whether or not you dreamed what happened last night. And maybe you shouldn't have, but what else could you do now but listen to the cruel words of the ones you once considered your best friends. "Suguru, we need to do it soon. I can't even handle looking at them in the eyes anymore, let alone utter a word to them. We can't keep going like this." Satoru complained. "I know 'Toru, I know, but you need to understand it's not as easy as you think it is." You heard the black haired man answer. And it was enough for you, you needed to get out of there. You obviously were no longer welcomed here, and the sooner you left, the better it would be, for both parties. So inbetween tears you picked up a bag and threw some spare clothes and anything that you could think of in your frenzy state before you ran out of there, determined to never come back, at least not for a while.

here u gooo!! sorry i've been away for a while, i've been finding it hard to write and staying focused, but i missed it so much, especially for these two. i'll try not to take too long to write AT LEAST a second part, but would love to do more than this bc i want it to be extremely slown burn and a little bit angsty krkrkr

part 2 is here!!

[xalygatorx]

Back into a Pumpkin | Alastor x Shameless!Fiona!Reader

Requested by @skyfuldreamer (Tumblr's not letting me tag in the usual way for some reason, so I hope this works)

Also on AO3

Summary: On the day you're supposed to secure yourself to Alastor in unholy matrimony, an unexpected and unwelcome guest arrives to dredge up the past you've tried to hide from him.

Warnings: Shame (ironic?), language, reader has a past of drugs and prostitution and a heart of gold, parental abuse (verbal, brief physical in the current story but a past of physical while the reader and said parent were alive) and neglect, Alastor feels moderately inconvenienced that you won't let him kill your cruddy mom LOL, AFAB reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: It might be apparent idk but I've yet to watch Shameless, so this is a quick character research job. :') I do have an ongoing crush on Emmy Rossum though, so that's helped me power through. Hope you enjoy. x

You'd made your peace a long time ago about never telling Alastor the full breadth of the life you led topside. The life you led before you'd died, fallen into Hell, and were actually given license to live for yourself the first time…dead.

You've had a complicated existence at best.

But that's all behind you now. Today, you're getting married.

Let's get one thing clear, you weren't surprised to end up in Hell after dying. You were surprised it existed at all, to be honest, but you weren't surprised that was where you were tossed after being rejected at the pearly gates. You'd done a lot in life to accrue your fair share of sins and, apparently but also not surprisingly, the "why" behind those sins didn't factor in.

You weren't kind to your body, but neither was anyone else. You smoked, you drank, you hit harder drugs to cope for a while, and then got painstakingly clean, remaining so by the skin of your teeth—whatever that saying meant. Your body was riddled with poison by the time you went.

Not only that, but you let other people use you the way you used drugs. For a price. A price that wasn't quite respectable, but it was enough to make sure your little brothers and sisters had lunches to take to school, new backpacks that wouldn't fall apart in the middle of the hall like yours had in fifth grade, and a shot at life you weren't given.

You weren't ashamed for doing what you had to in order to give them that. For the rest, yes—you still carried that shame with you everywhere you went. Including up the hill to the Hazbin Hotel, where you'd checked in as a resident when being out in Hell's general population with every available narcotic imaginable nearly caused you to relapse.

You'd met the Princess of Hell there—Charlie Morningstar. She'd welcomed you with open arms and a glowing smile. You'd also met her partner, the rest of her staff, and the other guests.

One member of management had been late to the scene of your arrival—he'd been mid-broadcast at the time—and had instead scared the afterlife out of you by materializing right outside your door as you were leaving to go downstairs for dinner. He'd apologized (laughingly), but to this day you were sure he'd done it on purpose.

Back then, you would've never guessed that your heartstopping introduction to the Radio Demon would become anything else. Much less an actual, real relationship. Something you'd never really had for any length of time while you were alive. You'd either not had the bandwidth to handle a relationship, your "side hustles," your legal work, and your kids (siblings) or the men you'd tried dating hadn't had the wherewithal to stick around for you after they learned about your past.

After you'd died, that past was something you'd wanted to leave buried with you on Earth. So you started completely over with a fresh slate and you never told anyone about the life you'd led before. Not even Alastor.

And now, on your wedding day, it's all you can think of.

Maybe because, if you'd done this while alive, your family would be here. You were glad the kids weren't here, of course—they'd have to be dead to attend this ceremony. But, if you were alive, you'd get to have your family around you to celebrate. The family you'd pulled from the gutter yourself. The one you wished every day that you had some way to check on.

You just hoped they were okay. That was the only thing you wanted.

Then again, there were perks to this not taking place while you were still alive. Because with every nice family experience comes the not-nice ones. And there was a reason you'd had to go to such lengths to provide for your siblings—you'd called that reason "Mom" up until you were probably fifteen or sixteen.

Up until she left on benders and only came back when there was a check to cash in. Up until your youngest siblings started calling you "Mom" because they'd hardly been around their birthmother as they grew and developed personalities of their own. Up until you stopped wishing that she'd step up so you could have a shot at a life of your own, at picking goals that didn't just pertain to keeping food in the fridge and the electricity on, and instead just wished she'd stay away once and for all.

You shake off the feeling and it disrupts Vaggie's careful lacing of your corset-style dress from Rosie's. "Sorry," you quickly murmur.

"It's fine, I'm almost done," she tells you and, true to her word, she finishes off her work with a neat little bow and steps back. "There!"

You do an experimental wiggle that she laughs at you for and turn to look at yourself in the mirror nearby. She's done a great job—so did Rosie when she designed this dress. You would've worn a potato sack if it meant you could marry Alastor, but he'd insisted that you have something special for the big day.

You also weren't entirely sure that Rosie would've ever forgiven him had he not allowed her to pitch in and had a sneaking suspicion that had been additional motivation to task her with your dress.

The second she'd had an inch, she'd taken a mile—flowers, decorations for the small Cannibal Town "chapel" venue, a sinner-flesh-free cake, she'd ensured you had it all while still remaining open and attentive to what you wanted when you found it in you to voice it. She was just excited for you both. In a lot of ways, she'd shown you these past months what it would've been like to have an actual mom.

Speak of the devil (or the angel, you'd argue), Rosie's quick rapping at the door precedes her entry and she immediately gushes over how you look.

"Oh my stars, honey! Look at ya!" she half-squeals, spinning one clawed finger in the air as she requests, "Do a li'l turn for me, will ya?"

You indulge her and blush as she literally applauds your appearance, showering you with affectionate praise. Vaggie stands by, just watching the scene unfold with a soft look in her eyes. You know she's thinking back to her own wedding with Charlie and it warms your heart more than words can describe.

"Alright, come on, girls!" Rosie crows, gesturing for you both to proceed out of her parlor, where you've been getting ready for the past couple of hours. "Just about everyone should be settled in their seats 'n' I know Al's all done up and ready, too."

"How's he doing?" you ask as you step out of the room with Rosie and Vaggie, following them to the front of the Emporium to make the short walk to the chapel.

"Oh, he's on Cloud Nine, honey, don't even worry 'bout him," Rosie waves you off with a tittering laugh against a gloved hand. Quietly, she adds just to you, "I get the feelin' that he might be a little somber underneath the happiness though since he's finally gettin' hitched and his mama's, obviously, not here to see it."

Your brow crumples and you nod. "Of course," you murmur back. "Thank you, Rosie. For looking out for him and for me."

"It's my favorite sport, honey," Rosie ribs you as the three of you get into place at the chapel entrance.

The doors are open to ventilate the inside, just like a chapel in the overworld may have been for both your and Alastor's southern hometowns. It hits you with unexpected nostalgia. The tiny chapel is almost comically full of both folks from the hotel and other sinners you and Alastor know separately, not to mention almost the entirety of Cannibal Town. Even Susan's present and behaving…so far.

"Wow, is the entire Pentagram in there?" Vaggie wonders offhand. "Maybe it just looks like it because the building's so small."

"Well, Al wanted to do an announcement in the paper, so I guess that brought a few more people in," you muse to her, your eyes landing on the man himself at the other end of the chapel aisle as you speak.

The second your eyes meet, what little anxiety you'd accrued at the sight of the bustling chapel fades into the background. Despite everything, it's just you and him right now. And that sounds just about perfect.

It's the downward twitch of his smile that makes you realize you're so zoned into your daydreamy state, that you've entirely missed a new "guest" approaching. And then it's Vaggie backing into you, shielding you with her smaller form until you finally turn your head and you hone in on someone shoving past the petite fallen angel to get to you.

Who it is only becomes apparent after they start speaking.

"—believe my own daughter wouldn't invite me to her goddamn wedding," the sinner was ranting. Her words make you pale. "Had to see it in the papers of all places!"

Shocked into vulnerability, you mumble for the first time in decades, "M-Mom?" You're positively dumbstruck. You hadn't even known she'd died.

"Well, obviously!" she snaps at you. Rosie's still standing behind you, not sure what to do or how far this might go. But she doesn't know your mother. She doesn't feel the impending disaster like you do. "But no, not an invite in the mail, not a call, nothing! Ungrateful as ever, Hell hasn't changed you a bit."

You're understandably taken aback on multiple levels. That she's called you "ungrateful." That she's acting as though this is your typical behavior. That she's not even upset to discover through this wedding announcement that not only is her daughter getting married, but that her daughter is dead. And that's not what she cares about.

Hell hasn't changed her a bit either.

Your lips twist in a snarl and you snap back, "I'm interested to hear what I have to be grateful to you for."

Her hand cracks across your cheek before you can blink. Like she was waiting for a reason to do it. Knowing her, she probably was.

Stunned, you hold your face and bare your teeth at her, old habits rousing from years of "living." Vaggie tries to get back in between you and your mom, but you wave her off as your mother continues to yell horrible things in your face and you take it with a stalwart sort of internalized rage. It's familiar. It's unwelcome. But it protects you.

Distantly, as if through a long tunnel, you hear Rosie shout back at your mother, something she's said setting Rosie off and making her abandon her attempt to allow you to handle the situation how you see fit.

And, when you snap back at your mom again and she raises her fist to you this time, you see the red and black-gloved hand of your fiance snatch her wrist in mid-air.

It feels like someone's blessedly (or not) removed the cotton from your ears as sound floods back in and you hear in full all the horrendous things your mother is shouting at you, at Rosie, and now at Alastor, too, for intervening.

"Get your fuckin' hands off me!" she shouts up into his face, either having no idea who she's speaking to right now or simply not caring.

The only reason he hasn't wiped the road with her is because he's put two and two together that she's your mother. That said, he'll first want the go-ahead from you to do so. It's only polite.

"Oh-ho! Au contraire," Alastor tuts down at her as he places himself firmly between you two. You rest your hands against his back to remind him you're there and maybe ground him enough to not cannibalize your disgrace of a mother before the wedding. After is to be determined at this point. "It's you who must learn to keep your hands to yourself, it seems."

"She's my daughter!" your mom fires back, yanking her wrist out of Alastor's grip and only because he allows it.

"And, had you not interrupted proceedings," Alastor counters smoothly, wiping the hand that restrained your mother's wrist against his jacket with no shortage of disdain, "she would be my wife."

"Listen, before I'm anyone's anything, I'm mine, alright?" you butt in, the streams of "my, my, my" making you feel like you've lost your agency all over again, if in small doses.

Your mother, unsurprisingly, ignores you, but you see Alastor's ears flatten a little with chagrin as he flashes you an apologetic look over his shoulder. You offer him a smile that immediately fades into horror as your mom speaks up again. One more damning time.

"Surprised anyone would want her after everything she did," your mom huffs with superiority, sneering at you past Alastor's arm. Don't, is all you can think even as she undoes all your good work to start over in the span of a sentence. "You know you're just the end of the parade of men she's had in her bed, right? You're just the first one she's opened her legs for without a fee."

Horrified, you feel numb as you whisper, "That's… That's not—"

"Unless you're loaded, then I get why she's tricked you into this," your mom continues to muse, sizing Alastor up with a glance before looking at you again. "How long do you think this'll last, kid? We both know what you're like."

"What I'm like?" you repeat, your hollow voice gaining fervor as your demonic form threatens to tear through you. "What I'm like?!"

"You're nothing but a selfish, flea-bitten little whore who spent the best years—the only years—of your life high or with a dick in your mouth," she snarls, trying to get past Alastor to face off with you again. He holds an arm out to stop her, but he's not looked at you since she started in on you again.

You're sure it's over. Just like that. And then the world starts to feel like it's caving in. So what more do you have to lose?

"You know what," you grit out with a harsh laugh. "You're right. I got into drugs and I sold myself on street corners. That's why I'm here. And you know what else?" Your voice becomes throatier as your eyes ignite red and your canines lengthen into fangs, your form barely restrained in your anger. "All of it happened because you were a shit mother with shit priorities who didn't take care of your fucking kids!"

"You shut your wh—"

"No!" you cried, furious as you felt hot tears starting to bead at the corners of your eyes. "I'm not going to! Everything I did at least started because I had to raise myself and then my siblings, too! I went to school, worked, did every side job I could find—every side job—and somehow found ways in the middle of all that to figure out how to be a mom! And you have no idea how much that fucked me up! I didn't even know until I died because that was the first free minute I'd had in years to think about myself!

"I 'whored around' because your kids needed lunch money. They needed new folders for school. A new set of kneepads for volleyball practice," you say, losing steam and wanting to get away from the source of your abuse before she sees you cry. Because you know her still and you know from a tender age that she sees tears as a sign of victory.

To Alastor, you choke out a whispered, "I'm sorry," and hurry past Vaggie and Rosie.

As you pass Rosie, she slips you the Emporium key to let yourself in and catch your breath, fix yourself back up, whatever you need. You flash her a grateful, wobbly smile and head straight there, trusting the others to smooth things over with the attendees. You honestly aren't sure what you'll come back to—maybe some of them will linger and the ceremony will go on as planned.

Or, more likely now that he knows how filthy you are, Alastor will have changed his mind and proceed to send them all home.

That's the thought that finally sends you over the edge and you're able to at least close the Emporium door behind you before you burst into tears.

As you walk back to the parlor you prepped in, you stifle sobs against your hands, eyes wide with something close to panic. As you shoulder open the parlor door and close it behind you, twisting the lock, you wonder at the unbearable weight in your chest—back again after so long without it.

You aren't ashamed of taking care of your brothers and sisters—your kids in the end—however you needed to at the time. Whatever you had to do, you did, and you're glad that—at least when you'd left the world of the living—they'd all been surer-footed and doing okay. You prayed every day to a God you knew at least no longer believed in you that they would continue to lead full, happy lives.

However, hearing those accusations spouted in front of all the folks you've come to know in the Pentagram, who you've come to love and have come to love the you they know down here—in front of the man you've come to adore and who'd adored you in turn—

Well, now you feel shame, pure and thick as shame could be, pooling like slow-acting poison in your belly.

You step over to the vanity Rosie brought in just for you to get ready today and collapse onto the velvet stool.

After a doubtful look at your reflection, you're pretty sure you have all the aesthetic qualities of a raccoon without the inherent "awww" factor. You swallow against a raw sensation in your throat as you locate one of the face wipes Vaggie used on you earlier and start trying to clear away the smudges around your eyes.

There's a quick knock at the door and you're not clear-headed enough to guess who it might be. Rosie, you imagine, as you think back to her pitying expression as you left the chapel entryway with her store key. You try to stomach her pity as something kind and not fall deeper into shame for having seen it, as much as you may want to.

Whoever it is knocks again and you sigh. "Yes?" you ask, grimacing at the rough sound of your voice.

"May I come in?"

Alastor's voice, usually something that inspires warmth from your crown to your toes, makes you curl in on yourself a little. He's surely here to call it off. He could've just left, you know that, but he's a gentleman through and through. He wanted to carry out your relationship properly and that's how he'll likely want to end it as well.

You steel yourself for what you consider the inevitable. Might as well get it over with. You surely can't feel any worse than you do now.

That's a lie though. You can and you're sure you will once it's official.

"Okay," you say, continuing your cleanup before you remember that you locked the door upon entry.

Before you can stand, Alastor's shadow weaves in through the cracks and flips the latch. The man, himself, is soon to follow. Alastor steps through the door he opens just enough to come inside, replacing the door and the lock once he joins you. You find it difficult to look at him, knowing what's coming, so you go back to smearing away teary streaks of cosmetics from your skin.

He's silent as he walks further into the room, stopping behind your perch in front of the vanity. The mirror is angled in such a way that you see most of him, but the top edge cuts off right at his bowtie, so his expression remains—for better or worse—a mystery to you.

Well, you're sure he's smiling certainly. But whatever accompanies that smile or lays beneath it remains unknown for now.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice uncharacteristically careful.

You sniffle a little and shrug. "I'm…not really sure yet," you admit, deciding to be honest. "I'm kind of shaken up. I was angry, but that's kind of on the backburner now."

"You've every right to be," he murmurs and you can hear in his quiet storm of a tone that he's angry, too. You're not yet sure at whom though. There's a long pause that hangs between you before he gestures to the armchair nearby. "May I?"

"You need to ask?" you wonder, implying your permission.

He hums and adjusts the chair's position to angle toward the vanity before he seats himself. You sneak a furtive look his way, wary of what expression you'll see on his face, but needing to know at the same time what sort of conversation this will be. You barely handled the whiplash of seeing your mom again. The whiplash of a similar conversation with Alastor might do you in.

As ever, he's difficult to read. His smile is thin and perfunctory. He's settled himself in the armchair with one elbow resting against the arm nearest you as he leans his jaw into his palm. The metal tips of his gloves drum lightly against his cheekbone as he thinks, staring down momentarily at his lap before his carmine gaze casts up to you.

It's reassuring that his features immediately soften upon looking at you, but you keep yourself from getting too hopeful that things can go back to how they were. Maybe he just feels sorry for you.

Alastor clears his throat and your stomach sinks. "I am, admittedly, not the best at issuing comfort," he tells you, an early apology woven into his tone. "However, I would try. For you." He tilts his head slightly. "What can I do?"

"You're not—," you find yourself stuttering, almost numb with shock. "…You're not upset with me?"

His eyes widen and his smile wobbles, nearly wiped clean by bewilderment. "Darling, why on earth would I be upset with you?" he asks, and even in your anxiety-ridden, self-doubting mind, there's no doubt he's genuine.

"Because I—" You pause when your voice cracks to try and gather yourself, your hands falling into your lap and still clutching the mascara-smudged makeup wipe. Alastor shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "I didn't tell you." A deep, long-suffering sigh falls past your lips as your head hangs. "I couldn't. Not because of you, but I…"

You force your shoulders to square up and it's an old habit that comes back with minimal effort even when you feel like falling apart.

"Everything I did, I did for my family. Not her, but my brothers and sisters. They may as well have been my kids, but I started taking care of them when I was still a kid, myself," you mumble as you run a hand over your ruddy cheek. "I don't regret that. But… I know how it seems, even without the reasons behind it. It's taboo in my time, let alone yours, and I just…" You wince and curl in on yourself just a little more. "I just wanted you to see me. I never got to be me while I was alive. There was too much else to worry about.

"But I shouldn't have hidden my past from you," you finally admit. "It's basically lying, isn't it? And no matter what reasons I had, I was being selfish when I decided not to bring it up. So… I'm sorry. And I understand if you've changed your mind about marrying me because of it."

Alastor studies you through your explanation, noting the shame he'd never seen before pinching your features and sorely wanting to go back outside and turn the sinner who'd reduced you to this to a pulp. However, knowing you as he did, he'd abstained and let Rosie and Vaggie handle her while he went to the Emporium after you.

He's still holding out some measure of hope though that you'll let him off her in some way, shape, or form. Call it a wedding present to you both.

Tsking at your closing statements, Alastor declares, "Whacky nonsense. You've nothing to apologize for and, with your permission, of course, I still very much intend to marry you."

Shocked, you meet his eyes again. "But…," you stammer.

"But nothing," Alastor says with an almost boyish tilt to his smile.

You're sure he still doesn't get it though, so you say, "B-But, I'm… I'm filthy!"

Alastor scoffs a little and hooks his fingers along the underside of the armchair to pull it with him as he scoots closer to you. As he plucks a fresh makeup wipe from the box on the vanity, he says, "It's just a few smears of makeup, dear, no need to be dramatic."

"That's not what I mean and you know it," you mumble even as you let him take your chin and angle your head to start cleaning the streaks you missed from your eyelids and cheeks. It's all you can do not to collapse into him and weep, the sheer amazement and relief you feel from the absence of his rejection overtaking you as strongly as your previous grief.

"Well, it's the only bit of 'filth' I see," he murmurs as he sets the wipe aside and tugs your makeup bag closer to him instead, unzipping it and rifling around. "It's not even filth. And neither is your past, my dear."

Alastor pulls out the products he wants from the bag and arranges them in a line on the vanity before dutifully beginning to replace what you cried off. He's personally content either way, makeup or not, but he knows you'll feel better if you return to the chapel looking put back together. So he does it.

You just stare at him in awe and surprise for a moment or two before finally commenting offhand, "I didn't know you knew how to do this," as he carefully lines your eyes.

"What, you think I simply wake up like this?" he teases you.

"Implying you sleep at all," you clap back, but it's with an adoring smile.

"Mm, touché," Alastor murmurs, using one of his claws to ensure he draws you the crispest wings possible before capping the cosmetic and swapping it for mascara. "Now, darling, you always look ravishing, but you look exceptionally so today. But if you wouldn't mind, I'd very much like to marry you before the day is out. Is that agreeable?"

You laugh softly at his theatrics. "I suppose so," you agree with a playful, put-on sigh.

"You suppose so, do you?" he chuckles, tidying up the vanity before holding out his hands to help you up. You let him and he tugs you into an embrace, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. "I suppose I'll take it."

"Thanks, Al," you murmur against his chest, wanting to burrow into his arms but also not wanting to both undo his fine work on your makeup or get any on his suit. You still feel like a hot mess, but you guess if he can look at you and see something to cherish, maybe you can try and see it from his point of view. "I love you."

You can practically feel the warmth radiate down from the smile he gives you. "And I, you, sweetheart," he says softly, keeping you close to his side as he escorts you from the parlor. "I'll love you even more if you let me paint you a heart with that wretched woman's entrails."

And suddenly things are blessedly back to your (favorite) version of normal.

[madeleine-line]

Leaving lipstick kisses on their face | GK x Reader

Warnings: short drabble, characters are Sugimoto, Ogata, Usami, GN/ambiguous reader, nothing but pure fluff, maybe a little ooc haven’t written in awhile,,,

Just a little idea I had,,, trying to get back into writing some more so I can FINALLY get to all the overdue requests in my inbox lol. Sorry it’s not much, might come back to this and write for more characters at a later date, but for now I am going to take a nap loll

When Sugimoto feels your lips make contact with his cheek he laughs softly and leans into it a bit. He sighs contently as you pull away, his hand moving to feel over the small stain you’ve left. As he goes to say something you quickly shut him up by pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then another to his nose, and a few more to his cheeks. He laughs a bit harder at your antics, he places his hand over your mouth and gently pushes your face away. “C’mon, stop fooling around, I’m trying to focus here…” he scolds half heartedly. He uses his sleeves to wipe away most of the lipstick stains, it’s not until much later when Asirpa points it out to him that he realizes he missed a few spots…

Ogata lets out a huff of frustration when he feels your chest press against his back and your arms wrap around his shoulders. Despite seeming annoyed he does nothing to weasel out of your grasp, only placing a hand on your forearm. “What is it now? can’t you see I’m busy?” You only giggle as you press your lips to his forehead, making a quiet ‘mwah’ sound. He sighs a bit louder and pulls his face away from you. But it’s no use, you’re relentless as you pepper feather light kisses across his cheeks. He tolerates it for a few seconds before finally breaking away from you, pushing you off him completely. “What’s gotten into you…” he grumbles. Later as he’s reminiscing on the moment he realizes that you left quite a few stains across his face. He’s a little annoyed as he carefully wipes off all the marks, but there’s a small warm feeling in his chest.

Usami smiles wide when you pull him into a hug and quickly wraps his arms around you, clingy as ever. “Oh? Did you miss me?” He smiles into your lips as you press a small peck to his lips. He reaches up to try and wipe your smudged lipstick, only for you to push his hand away and continue pressing kiss after kiss all over his face. He laughs as he soaks in your affections, enjoying every time time your lips meet his skin. He whines softly as you try and pull away, his grip on you tightening. “Hey, where are you going? I’m not done with you yet!”

[madame-fear]

Hi! Can you please do #23 with Lucerys Velaryon where he thinks you’re betrothed to someone else but really you’ve somehow managed to get engaged with him but he doesn’t know yet and you’re just teasing him? Additionally can this please be an AU where Lucerys Velaryon survives and didn’t get eaten by Vhagar 😭😭 My heart could not take it 😭

— the betrothal ceremony

a/n : YES OFC, I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM😭😭 might be longer than usual because i loved this so much that i might have gotten carried away !! hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it, sweetling ♡ and sorry for the bad title lol

summary : request word count : 2.7k

characters included : lucerys, rhaenyra, some random highborn Lord (whomever you want lol) and reader/you.

genre : fluff. prompt/scenario(s) : — 23. “and who are you to tell me who i can and can't be with?” “i'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.”

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The news regarding your betrothal had been discussed early in the morning by the Small Council, and they had been delivered to you by the Queen herself, Rhaenyra. She had known you since you were born; your House being particularly close to the Targaryens, and being one of the most important Houses who showed support to the current Queen being the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

Being so close to her and her children, she knew about the mutual crushing Lucerys and you had on each other since childhood, and up to this day. It was pretty obvious to everyone, except for the two of you, apparently – even if she tried to constantly reassure you that he liked you back, and more than you thought.

For him, you were like his personal safe space that he desired to forever be with. Since early childhood, you always sticked by his side, no matter the situation: defending him from his uncles, comforting him when he came back to the Castle after the Battle of Storm's End, having nearly died eaten by Vhagar... and of course, you were the one who gave him a shoulder to cry on when he was terrified of thinking about never seeing your precious face again after that moment. Also, you always defended his name and honour whenever you heard someone mentioning the classic gossiping of him being a bastard. Remembering all those moments where you defended him, it made him fall even harder for you, if that was any more possible – and his mother knew about how you felt for each other, always finding situations in which she could pair the two of you together.

Now that you were of proper age, she proposed to betroth both of you together, which couldn't make you any more happier once she informed you about it, and you could only hope he was joyful about said news, just like you were.

“Sweetling,” she spoke loudly enough so you could hear her, as you were walking around the large halls of the Castle. Snapping out of your trance of thoughts, you turned around, offering the platinum-haired Queen a warm smile, “your Grace,” you greeted, playfully curtsying to her as she made her ways towards you. “I just finished a meeting in the Small Council,” she began, making you tilt your head waiting for her to continue. “Considering Luke and you are already of proper age to be wed, we've decided to betroth the two of you together.” a smile began growing broader, and some chuckles as well at the sight of your eyes widening, and your mouth becoming a toothy-grin. “Oh– wait, really?” your voice quivered with excitement, the rising of your curves on the corner of your lips was so grand that your cheeks slightly hurt, your face becoming flustered.

“Yes, my dear.” Rhaenyra assured you, feeling genuinely contented with your reaction. “We've arranged the betrothal dinner to be for tonight. But,” she continued, “I thought it would be fun if all the guests invited to the dinner knew about your betrothal with Luke, except him. Make him think you're betrothed to someone else, but in the end, you can surprise him with the news yourself.” it was quite a particular way to celebrate a betrothal, but you couldn't object against it, as you thought it would be fun to tease him a bit before revealing your engagement together. You tittered with excitement, still showing your tooth a bit, and nodded in agreement. “O-Of course! I think that is actually quite a peculiar way of revealing my betrothal to him, and I love the idea.” there were so many emotions overwhelming you: excitement, nervousness, anxiety, and overall, joy.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself st her with arms wide open, and embraced her into a tight, loving hug. “I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for this moment, my Queen.” you quietly spoke, as she immediatly returned the hug, softly caressing your back in a tender way. “You shouldn't thank me, sweet girl.” she replied, and you gently broke apart the embracing. “Just enjoy the moment, and wear your best dress and jewellery.” flashing you a teasing wink, her lips once again were shaped into a broad smile – already eager for the betrothal dinner that was yet to come. In response to her comment, you giggled with a hint of nervousness, and content in your tone, the fluster on your cheeks rising to your ears.

“I will, your Grace. I promise not to disappoint.”

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The night was quick to fall, as the early beginning of dusk was beginning to show itself – the hooting of owls and crickets chirping disturbing the usual quietness around the Castle.

Minutes before the betrothal dinner, and during, you couldn't help but occasionally fidget with the jewellery Rhaenyra had suggested for you to wear, mostly with the vivid crimson-coloured ruby on your necklace. There were quite a few houses invited, most of them were all very important houses whom wholeheartedly supported Rhaenyra as a Queen; members of your House were obviously there as well, all of them proudly congratulating you for your engagement with the young Princeling, and Lord of the Tides. Every Lord and Lady attending the flamboyant ceremony they had prepared for your betrothal were obviously aware whom you were getting wed to, except, someone in particular... which was your betrothed, Lucerys.

Everything went according the rapid plan both Rhaenyra and you had prepared as she informed you about your betrothal. And how come he wasn't even aware that he was attending the ceremony of his own betrothal? Perhaps, it was simply because his emotions and feelings were taking the best of him upon hearing the news of you being betrothed – with clenched jaw, and eyes never leaving your face as you laughed and joked with some Lords. The moment felt slow and dreadful, and there was a mix of burning rage, jealousy, and angst in him. The dark crimson and shining golden colours in both your dress and jewellery highlighted your features, and it didn't help the fact that you so graciously smiled and laughed... he was truly in another world as he scanned every single motion, and expression of yours. You were surely going to be the death of him.

Lucerys didn't even know who your betrothed was. Of course, he had previously asked his mother, but she simply passed it as "a betrothal between Lady (y/n) and a highborn Lord who is close to House Targaryen". His mother's reply didn't satisfy him, but in a certain way, he preferred not to know – and he didn't want to know only to stop thinking about the present moment, as he, from a dimly lit corner, watched you dance and laugh with some Lord, whom he assumed it might be your betrothed, but he wasn't fully sure about it yet. His hands were tightly crossed against his chest, and his jaw was so badly clenched, to the point he knew that the following day he'd feel it sore. A deep, frustrated huff escaped him – he couldn't take it any longer, he needed to be with you, and be the one making you smile and giggle.

As he was leaning against a corner, he properly stood and uncrossed his arms, making his way towards you, and the other dancing Lord. The upset expression on his face was notorious, even if he did the best of his efforts to put on a happy, joyful face– but he couldn't, because he was seething with many smothering emotions.

“My Lord.” his voice, as calm as he tried to sound, it came sounding rather stern. The giggling and smiles between you and the other highborn Lord stopped, as your attentions focused now on Lucerys; the Lord giving him a single nod, and warmly greeting him. “May I take Lady (y/n)'s hand?” his expression softened upon seeing your enchanting face, whose cheeks were rosy tainted, and his voice ended sounding slightly more polite. The Lord, without a single objection, carefully released his grip on your hand, and allowed Luke to take it. “Congratulations on your betrothal, my Lady. It's quite a lovely ceremony.” the Lord spoke, offering you a kind smile before leaving, and making his way towards other Ladies and Lords.

“Thank you, my Lord!” you replied, half-shouting from all the loud noise of people speaking, and gentle music playing in the background as said Lord left. Your attention rapidly turned to Lucerys as he pulled you closer to his body. His eyes couldn't leave your face, and the way it was so beautifully lightened with the chandeliers hanging from the roof, whom were warm-coloured from the flames of the candles.

“Congratulations on the betrothal, my Lady. I am certain you must be thrilled with it.” the tone of sarcasm and anger was heard through his voice, and you were quick in understanding his mood, having known – and liked – him for such a long time. A warm grin appeared on your lips, as he gently twirled you around. It was hard for you to contain a chuckle, seeing how oblivious he was at his own betrothal ceremony. “Thank you, my Prince. I am indeed very grateful and joyful with my betrothed.” you replied, as your hanging earring swiftly dangled along your movements. His grip on your hand involuntarily tightened, as well as the way his jaw clenched. “Kostagon nyke gīmigon qilōni iksos se beri mēre? (May I know, who's the lucky one?)” his hand lost it's grip on yours, and went up to gently – but firmly – grabbing your arm, pulling you to him, as he whispered to you in High Valyrian. What he just said, was something you understood very well, and clearly.

“I'm surprised you haven't been told yet, my Prince?” at this point, it was hard for you to contain a broad smile, trying to keep up with the teasing game. “I have not, unfortunately.” it was a hard balance between a soft, yet stern voice tone, growing irritated at the idea of you being now taken. “But whomever he is, I don't think he is fit enough for you, my Lady.” you raised your eyebrows at him, slightly tilting your head to your side – your earrings lowly jingling from the motion. “Oh? How come?” you inquired, “Se skorkydoso kostagon ao vestragon bona, lo ao gaomagon daor gīmigon qilōni ziry iksos? (and how would you know, if you're not even aware of who he is?)” having being taught some things about High Valyrian was useful to you, especially, when teasing Luke. A slight frustrated, and forced smirk grew on his face.

“Because there is no man in this world that can be worthy of such beautiful young Lady... not deserving of all the love you give.” the gentle, slow dancing movements stopped as he now stood in front of you: one hand holding your arm, and the other one tilting your chin so you would look deep into his fiercy hazel eyes, whom always stared at you with undying devotion. The background noise of chittering and laughing people, as well as the soft music being played, all faded away – feeling the two of you the only ones in the room.

“And who are you to tell me who I can, and can't be with?” you teased, a smirk rising upside on the corner of your soft lips. A few moments of shy silence grew in between the two of you. His emotions softened upon seeing the way you looked into him, which, unbeknownst to him: you were melting under the sensation of his fingertips carefully holding your chin. Luke gulped with an increasing feeling of anxiety growing on his chest, preparing himself for the following statement:

“I'm your future husband, and probably, father of your future children.” the words strangely escaped smoothly from his lips, unlike the idea of him stumbling upon his words he mainly had. At the sudden confession, your eyes grew slightly wider, and partly opened your lips to speak. “It doesn't matter whom my mother betrothed you with.” he continued, before you said anything. “I should be the one deserving of your love, having been enamoured of you since I've first laid my eyes on you, and no one could possibly replace my feelings for yo–” his now nervous rambling was interrupted by both your hands flying to cup his face lovingly, and needily pressing your lips against his rosy, plushy ones.

It took him a few moments to process the situation, as his eyes widened upon the sudden feeling of your lips against his own – but slowly, and joyfully, he gave into the kiss; his lips soon moving in sync with yours, as the hand that was holding your cheek now went to the back of your head, pushing you closer to him, absolutely over the clouds at the so desired feeling of kissing you. Unknowingly for the two of you, Rhaenyra watched the scene as she sat on a wooden chair on the dinner table, and proudly smiled to herself.

The kiss felt like an eternity, even if it was a straight minute until you had to pull apart for air, but still being inches from each others lips; heavily breathing and gasping. A goofy, toothy smile grew on him as he fluttered his eyes open to admire you, but quite rapidly, a feeling of guilt overcame him.

“I always loved you, (y/n), but what about your betroth–” you once again shushed him, but instead, by placing your index finger on his lips. “I've always loved you too, but you're so incredibly oblivious, dear Husband.” a confused expression – as well as a growing, crimson blush – was smeared all over his face, his eyebrows furrowing. “Your mother has betrothed me to you. We both made a plan to not tell you she betrothed us, until now.” gods, he felt so incredibly stupid for having been blinded by his own jealousy and ire that he did not realise his mother had betrothed you together. Previous flashing memories of some Ladies and Lords occasionally congratulating him for the betrothal came to his mind, and he suddenly fell into realisation as the finger you had placed on his lip slowly descended to fully place your hand on his chest.

“Mother betrothed us?” as he spoke, a huge smile grew on his lips at the thought of it; hazel eyes vividly shining with love and pure joy. You couldn't help but tenderly chuckle at his reaction, as your other hand softly caressed his cheek with your thumb. “Gods, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment. I can't believe I'll finally be able to call you my Lady Wife.” his hands lowered to your waist, and bought you closer to him, and placed a quick, rapturous kiss on your lips once again. “I promise you, I'll make you the happiest Lady in all of Westeros.” he mumbled, placing a last kiss on your forehead – all those kisses were obvious indicators that he had been expecting this moment his entire life, and now he couldn't be any more satisfied to have you.

“Come,” he said, as his hands left your waist. “Allow me to show off my beautiful future wife.” now, he offered you his arm for you to loop yours in his, causing you to widely smile, accompanied by a glint of redness across your face. “Of course, my dear husband.” you shyly retorted, ringing your arm in his, as he walked you towards a crowded place full of Lords and Ladies, gladly showing off the beauty he's got betrothed to as he flashed a glance to his mother, and muttering a quiet 'Thank You'.

A quiet, dreamy sigh escaped his lips as he could already imagine his future with you. An overwhelming feeling of being enamoured mixed with gratitude and satisfaction overtook his heart, as a broad and rapturous smile were shaped on his lips. Now, more than ever, he was keen in soon staring a beautiful family with you: one he was willing to love and cherish to no end, and of course, to eternally protect.

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[catcze]

You said you were willing to start writing for other characters again, so would you mind writing something for Kazuha? I miss him :,((

I don’t have a specific prompt in mind, so you get free reign :]]

OH ?!?! A request for my original bb ?!??! Aight !! 👀👀 Prio-ing this for now because I'll be real i miss Kazuha too 💔

「 ### : 」 Modern AU, established relationship, Reader knows how to apply makeup (eyeliner, specifically) but no use of pronouns were used for reader. Domestic fluff! Reader puts makeup on Kazuha just because you can lol

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

"Kazuha!" you hiss, grabbing hold of his chin again when he tries to flinch away. "Fucking— hold still! You're gonna make me screw up the wing! Again!"

"Sorry, sorry," he says sheepishly. Blessedly, he doesn't try to open his eyes and just lets you guide him back into position. You squint critically at the work you've done so far. Thankfully, his sudden movement hadn't messed up the eyeliner job you've given him. It was still in tact and both wings were relatively symmetrical.

"Your breath tickles more than you know, I think," Kazuha chuckles quietly, eyes still closed and doing his best not to move. You still shush him, though, but his smile does not waver.

Even if he can't see you, you're just so cute when you focus.

The thin, tiny eyeliner brush brushes against his lashes while you fill in the wing, and against his best efforts his eyelid twitches. But you somehow manage to still power through, and eventually you're releasing your grip on his chin.

"Don't open them yet," you tell him— thankfully just before he had done just that. "Let me check if it's all good."

And gods, you're so happy that you decided to skip doing an eyeshadow look on the guy because with all the erasing and re-applying you had to do to get to this point, you think you would have gone mad if you had to deal with eyeshadow, too.

"Mm, looking pretty, babe." You don't even try to hide how proud you are of your skills. And Kazuha, bless his heart, just lets you preen with a noise of agreement even though he has yet to open his eyes. "Wings as sharp as mine. Hah! Not bad for a for-funsies thing, mhm."

"Can I open now?" Your boyfriend asks, amused.

"Oh! Right right, go ahead."

You turn him around in your little vanity stool so that he can see his reflection in your (overpriced) mirror and his mouth opens in surprise.

"You're right," Kazuha says, eyes not straying from his own reflection "I do look pretty."

"Damn right you do!" you crow, arms crossed over your chest. He stands and pushes his face up against the mirror, only closing one eye so that he can admire the clean, crisp work of your brush. He backs up, inspects it from differing angles, and never tries to silence his noises of awe. He's smiling, in part because you really did a great job and he absolutely does rock the eyeliner, but also because it's so cute to see you so proud of your work.

"You did great. 'Wings so sharp they could cut'," Kazuha quotes you from earlier before you started, and you laugh as you echo him.

"You better up your game, babe," he says, his smile turning into a mischievous little grin as he meets your eyes through the mirror. "If I look like this every time I put on some liner, I might just slay harder than you."

"Ha! I'd like to see you try!"

[oh-shtars]

RFTS!AU AskBox #4

Me to @signed-sapphire for the legendary number of 50 Questions Galore they sent me:

Heads up though, you might notice there’s certain questions skipped. I’m either not able to answer some of the asks at all OR they’re either some art requests that I haven’t finished and will post in future posts. So I had to skip them for this post unfortunately…. I apologise as such. 😅

Anyways, let’s get speeding through them shall we?

1. How do you plan to show the songs?

It should be question 6 of this post here. :)

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2. How many songs do you plan to have in RFTS?

4 or more. Depends on what I come up with.

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3. What ‘vibe’ would each song have?

Uhhhhhhh, idk tbh. I’m really just going with the flow of what this story brings me. You can’t wait to see what the RFTS!plot has in store? Yeah, me too.

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4. Who’s voicing Valentino and the main cast?

For Valentino, I’m not sure. I’m debating whether it should be younger Bambi or Ronno’s VA. But he basically has an actual kid’s voice this time rather than a deep-sounding one. (Because honestly, I found that a bit weird personally). For the the other characters, I don’t really mind the voices they have canonically.

And I think I’ve mentioned this before, but even though Sueño can’t speak, I could hear him singing this in this voice hypothetically.

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5. Write or draw any cute interaction between Ashueño!

Mk :3

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6. I know Asha will have a different outfit by the end, but do you have different designs for anyone else?

Yeah, I do actually. Some characters have a different outfit to better reflect their current context. (Like how Sakina would have work clothes similar to Asha.) But I don’t want to reveal most of them at the moment since I would like to keep them a secret for now.

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7. Some Gabo doodles, if you don’t mind. I rarely see the short king in any Wish Art.

Fiiiiine.

His design makes a lot more sense if you were me and you knew the context. Take this art with whatever theories you guys can throw at me 😂

……. 10. What made Amaya fall in love with Magnifico? What changed?

Amaya had a family who greatly discouraged her interest in studying magic and potions since it’s against what their family has done for generations. Meanwhile, Magnifico who was adopted as Rosas’ prince, is expected to learn magic but COULDN’T because he struggles to do so since he hasn’t moved on from his trauma.

When these guys were around 16-15 years old, they were mutual best friends. Mag offers Amaya to read from his magic books while he finds comfort in just having a genuine friend who doesn’t remind or push expectations onto him that he hears everyday in the castle. She’s like an escape from the stresses he has in there.

In their future years, Amaya grew to fall in love with someone who promised her the world if she only asked for it. She finds bits of herself in Mag, as both were people with crushed dreams that deserve better. (In their POV anyway.)

Falling in love was not at all what she expected since she used to believe sympathy would only hold her back from exploring the limits of magic. But you know, Amaya’s as much as a tragic character as Magnifico is.

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11. Who fell first and who fell harder between those two?

Is it possible to say that RFTS!Magnifico is both?

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12. Any fun fact about the Royal Couple? (You can tell who I’m most invested in. lol.)

The only reason Espino, the royal cat, is in the castle is because Amaya wanted him around. Otherwise, if it were up to Mag, that cat is out to the streets. He’s not very fond of animals and he considers them as pests. Though, Espino gets small bonus points from Magnifico just because he keeps the castle clear from mice which he especially hates.

(Good to know you’re enjoying ‘Grand Despair’ while it lasts :)

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13. This may be weird but…Body Swap! How would Hopes and Dreams react?

Asha would have zero idea how to get star magic under control. Meanwhile, Sueño finds an interesting realisation.

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14. What’s your favourite fanart piece of your AU?

I LOVE all of them so much!! They’re all made by very amazing artists!! I’m so happy to see these silly characters I’ve made be brought to life in someone else’s style. 💖💖

Mere words can’t express this joy enough. I hope you all would love the final chapters once they do come out as much as you loved seeing content of them now. X3

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15. Are you telling your story via writing or art of word dump?

I’m planning to share it in chapters like how Anny and everyone else has been doing. Plus some more sketches I would keep making of them obviously.

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17. Draw Ashueño dressed as another Disney couple!

Hehehehehe guess whooo~ 🙃

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19. Young!Sueño!

Which one? 🙃

Awww, good times back then when the little guy is still figuring out the forms he likes….

…… 20. Young!Royal Couple!

Mini Magnifico would rather drown himself or drink snake venom than call Oliver his dad- ………

22. Give some more lore on Asha’s father. Are you keeping him as close to the source material as possible? Will we see him in flashbacks or something?

You’ll definitely get to see Tomás at certain points in the story. Either in the short prologue, mentions and flashbacks. He’s generally a friendly guy but at the same time, is also assertive to defend what he thinks is wrong. But even though his life was cut short, Tomás ended up inspiring more people than he thinks. Especially his old friend, Sabino, who hasn’t given another wish or attended any more wish ceremonies after his death.

I don’t think we really knew much about Asha’s father at all in the canon movie, but I’ll pretty much be close to what is depicted there already with some more detail on how he made an influence in the lives of those he loves.

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23. Give Sueño a stuffed toy for him to cuddle with. He deserves it <3

He adores it so much 💖💖

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24. More lore about the Astral Realm!

Not all Wishing Stars have the strong desire to venture down into the human realm someday and that’s completely fine. They can still guide their wishmaker from above. But for those who do want to, they need to answer one important question first:

“Why do you grant wishes?”

Since they would be going down to earth by themselves ALONE with none of their elders to guide them this time, their answer to this question serves as their anchor in case they get lost or distracted. Answers do vary and some may be the same among stars, but that’s fine. As long as they’re sincere with all their core on their answer. Some examples may be: “I like to see them reach their very best and reap their deserved rewards.” Or “I like watching them journey and discover themselves.”

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25. SNEAK PEAKS!!

This scene is one of my dotpoints I came up with but I’m not so sure anymore if that would still fit in and whether I should scrap it. Regardless, I thought this would be a nice little thing to show you all. Proof that I’m indeed working on it 😅

(Actually, this sounds so cute to draw. Feel welcome to try and do so if you want to, my fellow artists ^^)

…… 26. How does Magnifico’s magic work?

I made a whole post on this :3

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27. Where did Amaya learn potions?

She’s self-taught mostly. But I also did mention that Mag generously lets her borrow what is meant to be his books of magic soooo, he played a role on that as well.

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29. What’s Amaya’s opinion on the other Wish AU Mags?

I’m not exactly sure how different her opinions would be on each of them since I think we all decided to have our fun with Magnifico just being a shameless show-off and fun evil villain. I’ll try though.

Amaya would think KOW!Mag reminds her a lot of her own husband, also short-tempered and a disgustingly sweet romantic at times. She’s kind of a play-hard-to-get girl though 😂. One thing she does notice is that what WRTS!, Wish Granted! And KOW!Mag have in common is how loud they are with their ceremonies. Is that a universal Magnifico thing? Eh. There sure is a lot of interesting knowledge to learn from these universes. Hmmm.

TKoRaT!Maggy has that same pained look that falls on RFTS!Mag whenever he’s sulking by himself and needs time alone. Usually it’s because of his old village trauma. It’s an intriguing but ever so familiar cycle she recognises well.

Meanwhile. TFS!Mag is……different, she would say. Not exactly good different. I kinda imagine her eyeing this guy like a cat. This Mag just gives off a very different vibe of non-ruthlessness(?) that she’s not used to.

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30. Same for Mag, but vice versa.

RFTS!Mag gets very very very familiar vibes with KOW! And Wish Granted!Amaya. He finds it slightly amusing since it feels like his wife just became a part of some triplets. (He jokingly asked RFTS!Amaya if she had any sisters she never told him. The woman wasn’t amused. She doesn’t really like being reminded of her family.) I’m sorry TKoRaT! And TFS!Amaya, but you’ve made the decision to adopt Asha as your daughter and so he thinks lower of you now. Although…the TKoRaT!couple might just get to redeem themselves for that since they sound interesting enough. They’re going to have the ditch the girl though at some point.

WRTS!Amaya just feels off. He doesn’t know what exactly though? Is he losing his mind or something? Ugh, I think he could use devouring another Wish Bubble just in case…

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31. You know what, for Asha and Sueño too!

Oh boy, here we go. 😂

Asha will NOT be able to handle Wish Granted!Star’s energy. It’s so different from the silent but still lively conversations she has with her Starboy. Star just can’t bring himself to stop talking, can he? 😅 Asha thinks WRTS!Aster and TKoRaT!Star are adorable. Cielo may be a bit much at times with his light teasing and flirting, but she’s aware he means well.

I could see Asha’s non-hesitant empathy, patience and genuine concern to Haedus would be a huge comfort for the poor guy. (Trust me, she’s done this plenty before.) She’s a bit surprised to see Naos and Nembus but I think they’d get along just fine. She’s pretty good with playing with kids from her experience with a mischievous Valentino. And lastly, KOW!Aster is a total sweetheart that she jokingly comments could rival Sueño’s. (That comment caught Sueño’s attention quickly lmao.)

MEANWHILE:

Sueño is more hesitant and unwilling at first to approach humans by his own accord. He’ll still keep a short distance buuuut… if they’re just another version of Asha, it can’t be that horrible, right?

KOW!Asha’s drawings are a familiar sight for him and he’s impressed that she could bring her own drawings to life. Same goes for WRTS!Asha with her magic wand. Maybe they’re friendly… Maybe they could both do that together :D He’s neutral with Wish Granted! And Aled’s Asha for now until he gets to know them better.

Sueño recognises that same shyness and timid nature in TKoRaT!Asha. (It’s weird how she does the same thing RFTS!Asha does of turning their head away and hiding behind their hair when he innocently just looks her way.)

And then there’s…….HER. TFS!Asha. Cielo talks about her a lot….😬. But you know, that girl scares him.

Unfortunately, Sueño is staying a relatively farther distance away from the last two Ashas I mentioned. Why? Idk, probably the fact that they’re the daughter of Mag and Amaya-

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32. *Gives Sueño an iPad with Duolingo on it* Here my child. Learn Spanish.

I have a feeling you did this so he could finally find out what his name, ‘Sueño’ translates into. Lol, nope. Not yet he’s not.

He still appreciates the gesture though, but the guy got distracted by the other cool features and apps this weird magical mirror-tablet thing(?) had and completely forgot all about the Owl app.

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33. Will Asha ever attempt to learn Celestial? Maybe with a candle? Like Morse Code? Idk.

Idk. Speaking Celestial is really just stars exchanging screechy sound waves to each other telepathically like words, while their glowing sequences indicates the mood and tone of what they’re saying. Maybe if Asha comes to learn how to harness light magic on her own, she’ll be able to at least convey emotions such as happiness in it by controlling the brightness and duration of each flash.

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35. How are you planning out your story?

I usually think of what main message I’m trying to get across first and build the story around it. After some character and world-building stuff (that I keep adding to because procrastination), I put the key scenes I could think of in bullet-point format and then just think up some in-between scenes that could occur between those points.

Usually though, the most usual process is that a random concept/idea pops into my head and then I immediately type it down so I won’t forget it. It’s basically my thing now to organise the giant mess of reminders into comprehensive plot lines.

I’m not writing the story at this point. The story is choosing to expose itself to me XD

Another main thing I do is listen to my Spotify playlist of this AU, read the Wish Artbook, or rewatch a movie that has inspired the RFTS! plot in some way.

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36. Are there any kisses in your story?

Hmmmmm….. *glances at Ashueño and Amnifico*

Oh well, since you’ve asked me, I gueeeeess I’m unfortunately now going to have to remove all the kisses I had included since y’all are so desperate to know….. (/jk)

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38. Will the Royal Couple have villain transformations?

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39. What’s your take on the ‘eating wishes’ thing?

As I’ve mentioned in my last post on how the magic system works in the RFTS!AU, Magnifico eats wish essence to reverse the costly effects of using Curse Magic. To put it simply, he uses them to make him more mentally stable.

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40. What Easter Eggs are you planning to put in your story?

Awwwww, where’s the fun in that? Find them yourselves >:)))

And who knows? Maybe certain fellow creators in the Wish Rewrite Fandom will make a reference in some of the chapters. Keep an eye out 😉

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42. What exactly does Asha’s job entail?

Being a king’s apprentice is a way to gain experience and learn how to use magic by the king himself, so you could use the attained knowledge as to however you want. Share the talent with Rosas or Go out into the world.

However, when Magnifico’s reign started, he forbade magic usage other than he and his wife with the claim that it’s for the greater good and safety for Rosas. (He kinda had a point since criminal activity and accidents did decrease in number after that rule.)

Since Mag doesn’t really need an apprentice, Asha is more of an assistant now, following in her dad’s footsteps before her. She’s tasked to do help with whatever Mag might need around his study such as keep the fire going or organise his papers. But Mag doesn’t really like having her around a lot, (since she asks a lot of questions about his wish-keeping system) so he purposefully tells her to go carry out outside tasks such as go into the garden and help the gardeners or something.

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43. Did Magnifico make Sueño’s bonds?

If I told you, would that make you more blood-thirsty enough to gather pitchforks and torches for his head? Because if you are, please don’t. I still need this guy to stir up conflict in my story :((

(You can have him all you want though once I’m done with him. Lmao.)

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44. How was Rosas founded?

Nearly a century ago, the kingdom was first built. I’ve read in the Art book that Rosas was apparently named to reference ‘Beauty and the Beast.’

Like, ok….?

Anyways, I found that roses are meant to represent love, rebirth and beauty. So I decided to add more onto that than just have it as another reference. The kingdom’s founders wanted Rosas to be a place where people who are wary and feel outcasted by their homes can find and start a new beginning. To ‘Rebirth’ and have a second chance to find the ‘beauty and love’ in their lives again,

Blue and white were made the royal colours because the blue was meant to stand for trust and reliability and white for new beginnings. Symbolising the past kings and queens’ responsibility to have their talents in sorcery be used to serve the people who come here. Thus, Rosas’ citizens all are in a variety of different cultures.

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45. Over how many days does your story take?

I’m thinking within one month. It’s a race-against-time sort of thing where Asha needs to find out how to confront the Royal Couple before they do something horrible on Rosas’ celebration of its 100th anniversary, which is literally just a month away.

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46. What was your favourite part of Wish? Are you translating that to your AU?

I really really loved how Mag’s magic looked and how he went all evil-ish green as a tribute to past Disney villains. If we ignore the awkward transition he had from sympathetic to just plain psychotic, it’s a cool magic display. I kinda wished they went more full out on the final battle because it just felt so underwhelming asf.

I’m keeping the magical final battle but with more magical funsies. :D

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47. Least favourite part?

I’m frustrated how bland and empty the character interactions and emotional beats are since those kinds of moments are usually my favourite when it comes to movies.

Magnifico’s tragic loss of his village? “Pfft- What tragedy? We don’t need that in the movie’s 2nd half.”

Asha’s dead father? “Eh. We only needed him for a few mins and he’s non-existent from that point on.”

Valentino claims to be Asha’s helpful animal sidekick. “Did I mention I have a deep voice? Oh, and my butt’s a funny thing too. Did I already mention that my voice is loud and soooo deep??”

Simon’s betrayal? “Oh wow, that was a shock…. Anyways, wanna start a rebellion?”

OMG, Sakina’s wish is back!! “What was the wish about? Idk who cares.”

Asha’s friendship with Star doesn’t even feel that special to me?? GUYS, I felt more chemistry between Rapunzel and Pascal. COME ON, BUILD IT UP. DON’T JUST SAY ‘Awww, you and I are thinking the same thing~’ AND EXPECT ME TO BUY THAT.

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48. What’s your favourite aspect of the TFS!AU?

Idk why, but I like how there’s a unique twist in your AU on how Wishing Stars don’t have the best reputation to humans. It’s a nice subversion that makes it stand out a little more. :)) Because usually, the idea of wishing on stars is always seen as a positive thing but that’s not the case in this story. It’s intriguing to watch characters slowly realise that not everything is what it seems.

That, and the hilarious dynamic you’ve got going on between Cielo and Asha and how deep in denial they both are, even though it’s clear as day to the other TFS!cast. 😂

(Wouldn’t it be funny if TFS!Mag and Amaya also noticed? They may be going down a dark path but they’re not blind, girl.)

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50. What’s a boring fact about you?

Uhhhhhh…. I like organising stuff by colour for fun...? Like, I used to pour out a box of legos and sort through them as a kind of pastime. I still organise coloured pencils in rainbow order if I could too. 😅 ………

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It’s a long read, but I think you guys would enjoy going through it regardless. I hope so anyways.

Btw, thx for all the fun questions Bo! 💖 Might post some more regarding your other doodle requests that I’ve put to the side for now if you don’t mind. :))

[merakiui]

HELP ME YOURE CHILL you did accept my request actually . like right after I sent that !

I was sitting there for awhile after like 🧍‍♂️ oh wow I hope mera didn't take that the wrong way and thought I was just trying to get her to accept my request 😭 bc it was damn near immediate. tbh I thought you wouldn't answer that at all so that eases my brain a little. I am in your friends list tho! Lurking! I truly hope you enjoy my maxed jade 💜💜 he's my pride and joy :D! Even if you don't know which one he is lol

Speaking of actually!!! That twst Halloween thing... the leaks were deleted bc the poster got scared iirc (understandably so. as if work got back to aniplex/disney theyd probably make the game harder to datamine which is a Pain),, but they're still being kinda circulated around in private dms n stuff. So you'd have a hard time finding them if you Dod look for them really. I saw them and I do agree with the other anon though :-)!! I think you'll like it (also,, considering we're still slowly getting through the cast?? I don't think jade would be the ssr just bc he's already had one 💔 ohh but I do also hope for another event jade soon. my silly little creature I miss him!!!)

- :3 anon

Oh I did wanna add to my ask abt the leaks that we don't have the full cast yet?? So tbh it's still mostly up to guessing who's even getting ssrs, etc 💔

Aaa I'm hoping for a Floyd ssr this year personally since he doesn't have one yet . but there's no telling if he's even there this year :-( !!gosh I hope so. Especially looking at that little freak in the preview with the two heads and rolling pins?? Tho tbh?? Could just as much be like. Trey! He's missing an ssr too and he bakes!! Lots it could be aaaaa I'm so excited :D!!!

- :3 again

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OH what unintentional timing!!! Σ(°ロ°) I'm happy I friended you!!! It would've chewed my intestines if I didn't and you were still waiting for me to add you back. T^T but it's a relief that's not the case!! Thank you very much for the max Jade!!!! I will use his power to charge into battle (gathering guest room supplies LOL). May my tako be of use to you!!! <3

I had to physically withhold from searching out the leaks, as difficult to find as they may be. I genuinely opened my writing notebook and started scribbling just so I could prevent the temptation from creeping up on me. >_< feeling like Rollo when he sees ankle for the first time....... </3 AAAAAAA I AM TOO CURIOUS. OTL

👀 oooo now I'm even more excited if you also think I will enjoy it!!! Knowing me and how easy I am to please, I already love it and I don't know anything yet. ^^;;; my heart may not be able to handle how amazing the event is sure to be!!!! AAAAAAAAA >0<

💔 not another SSR Halloween eel..... one can dream. I'm continuing to cling to the hope for Coral Sea event with SSR Jade. Aaaaa but I'm also hoping Floyb gets the SSR for this event!!! Or any of Savanaclaw because they've yet to have a Halloween SSR. :D I've been turning all kinds of characters over in my head trying to determine who might get the SSR (or SSRs if it's more than one). So many thoughts.......

Although I do hope at least one of the eels is part of the cast for the event!!!! Or Azul....... on second thought, they should just put all of the fish in the event (shameless favoritism). (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

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Hi! I wanted to ask if I'm allowed to request something? Can you give me your opinions on what Floyd's and JD's lives were like between the band breaking up and Floyd getting kidnapped, because I feel like they don't explain as much about that as they do with Spruce, Branch, and Clay. Anyway, if you want to do this, thanks, if not, then that's okay too, and could you recommend someone who might be willing to try?

Me Rn: Wait-- someone is ACTUALLY asking me to blab about BroZone for the next 15 minutes?!! YASSSS!! *fistpump*

OFC I'LL TAKE SUGGESTIONS ANYTIME ESPECIALLY ABOUT BROZONE AND BROPPY (and Cliva, duhhhh)

I was actually just thinking about this a few days ago myself and it's definitely hard to know for sure. John Dory and Floyd are both AMAZING characters, and I don't know what BroZone would be without them, but we just don't know too much about their characters yet to really know what they might have done or been into during their lives outside of the band.

John Dory did mention living on the Neverglade trail or sumptin' lol, so maybe he liked hikes (wuttt?!! ahsnioefosoj) or maybe there's some hidden meaning in therreee that I'm too dumb to figure out XDDD hellppp 💀💀 I do think John Dory did not find Rhonda until after he left BroZone for sure tho, and that since he didn't have his bros she kind of took their place for entertainment and something to love and such. So there was that. JD does also seem like the type of guy to explore and see what he can find. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he found out about all the other different kinds of trolls before Branch and Poppy did! (who out there rlly loves the new ship DawnDory?!! Omigosh, I don't rlly ship them, but I think they would be HILARIOUS ex's!!)

Floyd is definitely harder because he seems to be pretty chill. Maybe he traveled for his new solo singing career or something-- I mean, that would make sense to why in the world he would be at Mount Rageous for absolutely no reason :DDD I think he was pretty successful with that career tbh, I MEAN TROYE SIVAN'S VOICE IS SOOOO--- UGH I CANTTTT 😭😭🤩

not as good as JT's. But close.

All I can really tell about Floyd tho is that his style definitely went from classic boyband-ish to emo/punk for some reason sometime during those 20 years 🤣 Good thing he really looks good in that styleeee ♥️♥️♥️

The thing we have to remember is that this is a cartoon movie and that we can't expect all the answers (tho to me it's way more than a cartoon movie and I want ALL THE ANSWERS CUZ TROLLS IS MY LIFE) Heck, DreamWorks seems to be overwhelmed with all of the timelines and such in that movie... I believe it's times like these when we use that amazing blessing that God has lavished upon us:

ImAgInAtIoN...

I'm sure all of y'all out there in the Trolls Fandom are doin' plenty of that, lol. KEEP IT UP!!

thx for the question tho! I hope I answered it pretty well, and I totally take suggestions!! Love y'all! HEARTS!! ♥️♥️♥️

[asirensrage]

Hi Ridea, do you have an beginning and ending in mind when it comes to one-shots or do you find it easier to have a genre to work with and the endings just come to you?

Love your work and how engaged you are with your fellow artists and followers.

Hi!

Thanks for asking! That's a really interesting question. Hmm...I don't usually have a beginning or ending in mind for one-shots, lol. Mainly because a lot of my oneshot ideas consist of "what if this happened?" or a desire to quickly explore a prompt or thought that lingers in my mind. Usually though, once I have a general idea of what I want to write about (ex. a prompt, the idea of being held as collateral against someone else, fake boyfriend trope...) then it usually expands quickly. You just figure out what you want to happen (ex: they have sex, how this one thing impacts other events, exploring the emotions in it) and then build from there. I'm trying to think of a specific example...

okay, so in this oneshot (which rn is turning out longer than a oneshot tbh and might be a short series) it started with the idea of being harassed by someone and getting protected by someone high up in a gang. That helped create the beginning because it just needed to have her walking, getting harassed and then protected, and it evolved from there...(in this case her protection ended up stalking her once she refused to let him make the experience up to her). This doesn't have an ending yet because I have no idea where it's going to go. The characters took control at a point which is why it's much longer than I planned, but you can usually find natural conclusions/endings once the main thing you want to explore is done. Ex: if it's a smut oneshot, once they have sex, it usually ends with them relaxing together or running away, lol. The oneshot I wrote about "the idea of being held as collateral against someone else" ended with her thinking and coming to terms with that knowledge. The fake boyfriend trope ended with him telling her he wanted more but he'll wait for her to give him a real chance.

I usually find it easier to have an idea of what I want to explore and because I tend to just follow my muse wherever it goes, it gives me a harder time doing requests and prompts because I have to force it more (she says as she looks at the prompts and requests still in her ask box...). I try to end things at a natural point in the story (like the characters falling asleep, or like in this one: "She can play this game if she has to. At least long enough to get him away from the city. Afterwards, well…he’s already admitted she’s faster than he expected. She’ll see if he’ll be able to keep up. She doubts it." Did that make any sense? lol Let me know if you need any clarification, I know my thoughts can be all over the place sometimes.

Thank you so much! I love interacting with people so I'm always happy to get asks! Don't hesitate to come back, lol.

[middenska]

Little Janeseth drabble...

Its in ULTRA BETA so ignore awkward placing for now. if i post it i might actually work on it, hahahh... anyway. My unorganized ramblings below.

Janeseth Almost Break Up!?!? (Working title)

“I think we should break up.” WHATTT?? THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE

“W-what? Why?” Ofc it would end like this… (jane's thought)

“Whenever I’m at work, I’m thinking about you. Whenever I’m home, I’m thinking about you. I can't focus… I feel like I'm getting backed up in my paperwork, and, and…”

That really touched Jane… he loves her too much, isn't that crazy?

“If it was just me, I would've been fine, but if I recall correctly, you’ve been the same way, right?”

She totally has been. So… he's doing this because of her..? GOSH DONT MAKE HER FALL IN LOVE W YOU AGAINNNNN

“I just, if this relationship only hurts both of us, I-” she doesnt interrupt him he just kinda quits talking

“Do you… really want to break up?”

“I really don't, but I don't know what to do…”

She looks away from him, lowering her hands to her side.

“Seth. Can I hold your hand?”

“Uh, yeah.” He clasps her hand first.

“...I’m really sorry about this, Jane. I really am.”

She stays quiet, listening to the flow or the water. After a moment of silence, Seth speaks once more.

“Jane, is it alright if I let go now?”

“...Okay.” The waver in Seth’s voice made her look toward him. Their hands unlocked.

“Seth? What’s wrong?”

Seth is starting to cry. That’s why he wanted it to be quick.

“Jane, please…”

She looked around and led him to a quiet corner. As their skin was in contact, the volume of Seth’s tears increased. When they got to the corner… (THEYRE NOT ON THAT TYPE OF TIMING)

“Seth.” She placed her hands on her shoulders. She looked deeply into his eyes. “What’s wrong..?”

His voice quivered before he started audibly sobbing. He shuddered under Jane’s gentle watch.

“I want you to be the best you can, Jane. I feel like I’m burdening you, and- and you already have so much to worry about, with your missions and all, and-”

He’s interrupted by the feeling of something on his hand.

“Here. I took some from the hotpot place.” Jane held the napkin in his hand until Seth took it himself.

“Thank you…” he said, as he started to sob harder.

“Seth. You make me better. You help me to be the best I can be.”

He looked up at her, eyes and nose both red and leaking. He opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it just as fast, instead responding with a nod no.

“You do. And what you’re trying to do now only proves it. Even though you’re hurting… you just want what’s best for me. It only makes me love you more,” she said, almost teasing him but at the same time he could tell she was completely serious. She sighed, deciding to open up to him just a little.

“I’ve never really been cared for like you do. It’s hard for me to really get attached to anyone, since my job is all about… deceiving. Seth, you’re the only one to make me feel needed as Jane. Not as a pawn, not as a tool, but as Jane…” As me, she thinks to herself. “If… If I hadn’t known you, I would’ve probably felt stuck in that role. But you want so much more for me…” The speed of her blinking increased.

“You… you really think so..?”

“I do,” she replied, regaining her composure.

“Jane,” he said, wiping his eyes, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to break up. If… if it’s alright with you… I still want to be together.”

So basically they stay togethr

Me neither lemme finish this later… ANYWAY they dont break up!! And Jane’s love for seth is even stronger!! [this part in particular was right after the "idk what to do" prt lol

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༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ Hiya! You can call me Tako or Baki (whichever is fine!) Max characters for a prompt are 5! (Unless its part of a group and if so then only 1 group at a time!) ༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ MASTERLISTS ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ TWST: Masterlist here!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Snowy innocence: Masterlist here!

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╰┈➤ 1) I am not willing to write smut or anything suggestive and if it is in the ask box I will probably remove it sorry

╰┈➤ 2) Characters like Ace, Deuce, Grim, or Ortho (Aka characters I really like) wont be written romantically as it would feel weird for me lol

╰┈➤ 3) Same goes with the staff of NRC, and they'll only be written platonically!

╰┈➤ 4) I wont be shipping others oc's with cannon characters, but if asked I can gladly include ocs in Snowy Innocence!

╰┈➤ 5) When requesting, please try to be clear as I have lots of trouble understanding words, so if I can't understand it, I might ignore it (If you don't originally speak English then lemme know and I'll try harder to understand it! <3)

╰┈➤ 6) Please don't do any asks having to do with mental health, as I more then likely wont be able to write it to show for everyone, no matter how much research I do

╰┈➤ 7) You can be mean to me all you want, just don't be rude to others on my page! Thanks! <3

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛Things I will happily write for!

Parental scenarios!

Oneshots for Alkni!

Fluff x readers

and prob more lol!

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Pinned; @ Reveseke

Request status: open, albeit real slow lol.

Fanfiction & reader insert writer, writing for enby/gq, men, ftm & men/boy-aligneds folk.

I do not consent to having my writing be reposted onto other public platforms such as fanfiction.com, AO3, Wattpad and such.

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Credits; icon art by astrolavas on picrew (@/astrolavas on Tumblr as well) // Flags in icon: genderqueer & a-spec. // Editing & layout/icon mask: done by me.

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Anons; 🕷️,

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BYF/I

- I don't write for women and aligned, I don't write female characters in a romantic sense either on this blog.

- I don't write smutt, but I may write suggestive content.

- I do write gore & heavier themes, thus interact at your own risk and please heed any and all warnings. I cannot curate your own experiences on the media, you should be able to do that yourself. :)

- I am an adult (18).

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The fandom list I work with primarily; marvel (spiderverse, BH6, avengers), Ninjago, dreamzzz, Lego monkie kid, HTTYD/HTTYD:RTTE, COD franchise, BNHA, Cobra Kai, Criminal minds, Voltron, Z nation, Transformers, DC (Flash, The legend of tomorrow, Young justice.), My Bloody Valentine, webtoons (SBG, the croaking, the Adam, the city of blank, and not even bones.)

You're more than free to request for other fandoms as well, just send me an ask asking about a certain fandom and I'll take a look into it before answering ya on whether or not I'll take the request. :)

My masterlist of every thing I've written as of now!

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General boundaries of writing;

I don't mind whump or gore requests, I can write horror just fine including body horror and these are generally something that might pop around on my blog as well. I can also write dark fiction to an extent but I'll decide what I'll add from the request suggestions; say obsessive characters, stalking, murder, and such. Main & general character death is also on the table if interested. I can do suggestive content, but that's about it.

I can write about disabilities and neurodiverse readers.

I don't write smut or NSFW here (see me on @reveitful for that.), I don't write for female characters romantically as of now or female readers. I won't write about animal cruelty, child abuse, abusive relationships, S/A, or pedophilic or consangamory content.

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When requesting or generally sending asks please refrain from using fonts (on and off platform.), Colored text, and especially the <s> small text. I'm not going to take a headache to read one, I'm going to delete it instead. I'm low vision and fonts and colored text make me nauseated and are generally eyestrainy and hard to read for me.

When requesting please don't be afraid to describe the reader if there's specific things about them you want to see when I write, add pronouns in the mix if there are specific ones you want me to use for the reader. Don't be afraid to describe the setting and what you want to see in the first place in the fic, this only helps me as vague requests are harder to make. AUs and such are welcomed here.

Please take note that I'm allowed to decline a request if I see it fit to be done.

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About writer; Called Koiri or Benne. Uses he/it as auxiliary pronouns, full set is xe/shy/sie. Genderqueer transboy and sapphillean aroace tendencies.

(xe/xem/xer/xers/xerself, sie/sien/sier/siers/sienself & Shy/shym/shyr/shyrs/shyself.)

I'm dyslexic, I'm neurodivergent on the general level, and I'm a heavily suspected undiagnosed inatenttive ADHD case lol. My grammar may be shit, I'm not a native/first language english speaker, I'm Finnish.

My interests are in medical & splatterpunk horror, whump, taxidermy, and vulture culture.

[misc-obeyme]

I guess you once wrote something about beel liking mc looking more masc and idk but it makes me so happy :'vv i need a buff and tall man that gets flustered and shy with my masc swag (almost dressed like jesse pinkman)

I want to call him "hot stuff" and see what happens with my amazing masc charm!!! (Im a girlfailure)

Hi there, anon!

I've had a couple of requests for a masc MC! In one of them, masc!MC is petite but can throw people across the room and I just imagined Beel being so impressed that MC was able to even lift him, let alone throw him. There was another one where a fem!MC disguised themselves by dressing up as a guy and that got Beel all flustered too lol.

I know I mostly write gender neutral MC, but I also enjoy writing a more specific gender expression for MC when people request it!

I think Beel would be a little shy at first when encountering a masc!MC. I haven't actually seen Breaking Bad (I know, it's a terrible character flaw of mine), but I am picturing the images of Jesse Pinkman that I've seen lol. And I think Beel would be like oh... MC is really cool. Too cool for me. (Whether or not MC is cool in this case is irrelevant because Beel would think so.)

And then if masc!MC flirts with him? Oh wow. He's a blushing mess almost immediately.

MC: Hey there, hot stuff.

Beel: Oh. *blushing profusely* Do you... mean me?

He'd be almost confused at first. There's no way MC actually thinks he's hot, right??

You might have to flirt with him even harder just to get the message across. Even if you guys end up in a relationship and he manages to calm down a little, you fluster him regularly any time you get flirty or touchy with him.

Yeah, I definitely think Beel would just be a sweet shy boy with a masc!MC. He's so precious and it'd be so cute.