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Some art based loosely on ‘Only If You Like Me To, I Can Fall In Love With You’

The reader does NOT have an appearance. This is just what I imagine while I write

I didn’t put as much effort as I should’ve on the shading but I gave up after like 2 weeks of work

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I don’t even watch MHA anymore, but I got an idea for a quirk and a fanfiction and ITS EATING ME ALIVE. Tempted to write it simply because of the quirk but I 100% know I will not finish it

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Batman finding one of his future DILs walking home alone at 3am:

FDIL: *nervous chuckling* Heyyyyy B! Fancy seeing you here! Nice weather we’re having!

Batman: … It’s raining.

FDIL: That it is! *Glances at empty wrist* Well would you look at the time! I should probably get going! Gotta water my fish and all that! You should probably just keep this encounter to yourself! No need to worry over nothing!

Batman: …

FDIL: Okay fine! I know i’m not supposed to be out- BUT…There’s a perfectly good reason for this!

Batman: I’m listening…

FDIL: Uhhhhh I wanted a snack?

*Gets slung over Batman’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes*

FDIL: NOOOOOOOOOOO

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Has anyone done a DC isekai fanfic yet?

Because I wanna read it and if not… may I suggest some ideas?

Notable Quotes to use:

“So which Wayne are you supposed to be?”

“That isn’t impor-“

“Hold on do a spin… uhuh yea… That’s definitely Nightwing’s ass”

“So in your world,we’re just comic book characters? We even have movies? Are they any good?”

“Batman and Superman have some bangers.”

“What about mine?”

“Green Lantern, honey. Imma hold your hand when I say this…”

“Wait! Is that The Flash?! Omg wait is it the hot one or the cult leader?”

“The what now?”

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~Only if you like me to, I will fall in love with you~

(Part 4: This is your heart, can you feel it?)

Fandom: Date Everything

Relationship: Chance x Reader/Homeowner

Fic Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Eventual Smut, No Beta Reader We Die Like Chappy

Summary: You've had your lucky dice for almost a decade. It's helped you make some of the hardest decisions of your life and has strangely provided emotional support. No judgement here, but you seem to have a few screws loose. Now that you live in Coolsville, you need a job, friends, and maybe a lover? Well, so far, your friend Sam put in a word at her job, so you start tomorrow, so that's 2? down. (Yes, Friends is plural, but you tried.)

Now all that's left is finding a lover.

Ugh, why can't you just date your dice?

Chapter Summary: My poorly disguised beef with Lux and some ROUGH shit

A/N: This chapter was TOO long but I couldn’t find any place to cut it that I liked so we’re doing a long one instead. Next chapter will be the last and I will include some art I drew aswell

Read on AO3

Excerpt:

The once comfortable and warm silence felt cold and eerie. The temperature had not changed, but the shivers down your spine said otherwise.

Every bone in your body screamed at you to not open the door, your senses screaming, telling you to hide away.

Was it just your anxiety?

You always did blow things out of proportion when your emotions were high.

You considered asking Dorian for help, knowing that despite all of your banter and teasing, he still cared for your safety, but the anxious part of you told you that you were overreacting. Nothing had happened yet; you had no way of knowing who was at the door.

The anxiety eventually won out.

The banging persisted.

Shakily, you moved toward the door, trying to stabilize your breathing and calm your heart.

It was just mild agoraphobia… right?

The sound of dice rolling caught your attention.

Chance had rolled to your feet.

A nat one.

Something was amiss.

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Overnight bag or....

Warnings: angst, fluff, and crack, cursing not proofread, anxiety, mild panic

Featuring: Dick, Jason, Tim

Smau: in response to this request @koviakore

Part 1 - Part 2 (part 2 will be out tomorrow)

Masterlist

Check out my DC playlists!

Dick grayson

Jason todd

Tim drake

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Im sorry fanfic writers but PLEASE stop using ‘Deliberate’ in every sentence.

If I have to see another,

“He scratched his ass… Slow. Deliberate.”

I may start tweaking

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GUESS WHO GOT BITCH SLAPPED WITH WAR FLASHBACKS AS SOON AS I HEARD THIS MAN TALK?!?

FIRST I HEAR THE THEME SONG AFTER OVER A DECADE AND SING IT BAR 4 BAR AND NOW THIS?!?

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Tav as a companion

Name: Faelynn

Class: Circle of Stars Druid

Race: Half Drow

Lore learned in Act 1: “Raised in a fanatical drow community obsessed with the goddess Elistraee, Faelynn was one of many children picked to be their “connection” to the goddess. As a child groomed to be worshiped, she was to deny every selfish desire.

No play, no tantrums, only the goddess.

The children were being molded into puppets, and the elders held the strings.

Each child chosen for their resemblance to the goddess. As they grew and aged, they were cast out.

Taken by the “Ssussun'yukin Intooth”

Selfless for selfish reasons.

Faelynn couldn’t consider herself good, she could never consider herself worthy. She was stuck.

Stuck with the burden of hundreds of eyes scrutinizing her every action, stuck with the burden of birthing children with a man that someone would pick for her, stuck with knowing she had never felt freedom.

So she ran, got kidnapped, and found herself on a small beach next to the ruins of a forgotten temple and the wreckage of an alien ship

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IM TRYING TO WRITE I PROMISE BUT THE VIBES ARE WRONG AHHHHHH 😩😩😩 I READ TO MUCH SUPERMAN FANFIC AND MY BRAIN WITHERED AWAY

On a lighter note: Here’s Shadow

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I got a notes app folder filled with random oneshot fanfic for BG3 and Date Everything. They’re all just random bits and pieces that come to my mind, but should I post some of them? They’re probably not nearly as well written as my actual content on AO3, but I kinda just have them rotting in my phone.

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~Only if you like me to, I will fall in love with you~

(Part 3: Holy Crit!)

Fandom: Date Everything

Relationship: Chance x Reader/Homeowner

Fic Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Eventual Smut, No Beta Reader We Die Like Chappy

Summary: You've had your lucky dice for almost a decade. It's helped you make some of the hardest decisions of your life and has strangely provided emotional support. No judgement here, but you seem to have a few screws loose. Now that you live in Coolsville, you need a job, friends, and maybe a lover? Well, so far, your friend Sam put in a word at her job, so you start tomorrow, so that's 2? down. (Yes, Friends is plural, but you tried.) Now all that's left is finding a lover.

Ugh, why can't you just date your dice?

Chapter Summary: FINALLY THE SMUT

A/N: I overused my hand trying to finish this 😩😩😩😭😭😭 This body is a prison

Read on AO3

Excerpt:

Your shared breath was intoxicating.

In between each kiss were whispers of praise and adoration. Whether from you or Chance, you weren’t entirely sure.

The cold floor burned as your bodies heated rapidly, the friction from your wandering hands only accelerating the process.

“I have waited a decade for you,” Chance whispered in your ear before giving it a nibble, pulling a giggle from you, then a moan as he kneaded your breast in his hands.

He was always gentle.

Treating you like glass, cautious and gentle.

But you craved something more.

A thought passed Chance’s mind, and he chuckled, seemingly laughing at a joke he hadn’t yet made.

“I need a charisma check,” he whispered, lowering himself so that his chin was resting in between your breasts as he pinched and rubbed your nipples.

“What?”

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Trying to write my next chapter with an injured wrist is making this process slow as hell 😩 I promised the people results and they’ll get them! (New chapter will be here tomorrow or Friday at latest)

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Art dump, past year-ish of my favorites

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My commission sheet. Prices are always negotiable, Im not stingy. Art dump on my page for reference

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My BG3 obsession is just as bad as my Date Everything obsession so here’s my bard Ophelia x Rolan (My beloved just behind Halsin)

Commissions are open

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~Only if you like me to, I can fall in love with you~

(Part 2: If you’re lonely, just feel lonely with me)

Chapter title from This side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Fandom: Date Everything

Relationship: Chance x Reader/Homeowner

Fic Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Eventual Smut, No Beta Reader We Die Like Chappy

Summary: You've had your lucky dice for almost a decade. It's helped you make some of the hardest decisions of your life and has strangely provided emotional support. No judgement here, but you seem to have a few screws loose. Now that you live in Coolsville, you need a job, friends, and maybe a lover? Well, so far, your friend Sam put in a word at her job, so you start tomorrow, so that's 2? down. (Yes, Friends is plural, but you tried.)

Now all that's left is finding a lover.

Ugh, why can't you just date your dice?

Read on AO3

Chapter synopsis: Look it’s smu-! Oh… nevermind it’s unresolved trauma

A/N: Smut next chapter, I promise 😭😭😭

Excerpt:

You rolled for charisma with disadvantage…

Critical Fail.

“Wha- you! Huh?!” Your less-than-eloquent response earned a snicker from the D20.

He saw you…

Worse, he was AWARE of it.

His hand still held your own as he watched your face contort into varying expressions of embarrassment and amazement.

That night… fuck

You didn’t dare look the dice in the eye; this was all too much shame for one person to handle.

A thumb pressed into the space between your eyebrows, smoothing the wrinkles of your furrowed brow.

“Don’t think too hard about it, we’ll discuss that later. Right now, focus on me.”

Looking back up at the man, you once again saw the blindingly beautiful smile he wore. Something akin to a deadly weapon, considering how easily it melted all your worries. It was all so new and yet so familiar.

Somewhere buried deep, you felt as if you’d seen that same smile a million times. An expression of pure, unbridled joy.

Something clicked within you, the weight of his presence finally settling in.

“You… you’re really here?” You asked the question so quietly that you weren’t sure he hadn’t heard you. Except he did… he always heard you.

“Call me Chance,” A corny name that fit so well with the image of the man right in front of you.

“Chance…” you repeated to yourself, the name engraving your mind.