#HOPING PPL SEE THIS BECAUSE OF THOSE TAGS

[teh-nos]

i nearly anon'd the thorki non-con fic out of SHAME but in two weeks it's become my third most clicked-on fic of the year, behind only a multichapter fic and a bit of angsty sifki porn lololol

[louwhose]

School is starting tomorrow and since I'll be so much busier with it I've decided to take a hiatus from social media from now until I finish playing Echoes of Wisdom. I'll still be on AO3 as much as I can to read/post, (and I mean commissions still open because I need money). Except for my queue which should last through the hiatus.

REAL PINNED POST

[sam-montembeault]

getting sloppy drunk for the first time on accident: woo! i am going to luxuriate in the todays decadent win of the montreal canadiens, mes habs, over the florida panthers and the fact that our baby rookie baby goalie shut out said defending stanley cup champs! and also think salacious things about sam monty montembeault. olé

[bisexualnamjoonie]

twitter and tiktok lgbts seriously need to learn to shut their fucking mouth and get educated on shit before they open it I am dead serious queer theory is not a fucking toy you can pull out as you please everytime something doesn't agree with you personally godddddd

[demigod-shenanigans]

Piper is the only character that should have gotten to punch Leo and it should have been exactly like this. Brief moment of shock followed by strong emotional reaction and then clinging to him desperately and making it so so clear that she loves him (I also love the detail of Jason holding her back a little bit)

Leo made her carry the fake physician’s cure and made her think it was her responsibility to save him or Jason but also that he trusted her with it. I think figuring out he didn’t tell her the truth (and her spending months thinking that’s what killed him) warrants a pretty strong emotional reaction. Add to that the context that she’s used to waiting for people who never come back… yeah, I think that’s understandable.

That is so fundamentally different from two whole camps of people who barely know Leo lining up to hit him for… what reason exactly? I’m still not sure?

nobody wants to hear me out on this but this is how both the Leo return in ToA AND the Percabeth reunion in MoA should have gone... 🫣🫣

[shysuccubusstuff]

Your Idol

Content: Demon! Sylus + Follower! Reader; Non proof-reading; Reincarnation + Soulmates + Dark content + NSFW + Manipulation + Praise kink + Virgin! Reader + Dubcon + Forced Marriage + Cunnilingus

Note: Of course I saw the new film... Who was your fav? In my case, I really liked Abby, mainly cause he has that himbo vibe lowkey! I do wish there were more scenes of the Saja Boys... Most ppl would have fallen for them (I may be included). Sorry for not being around too much! My brain is lowkey dried :P Btw, has anyone seen the last Alien Stage video? I always love the small monologues that appear during the videos, in fact, I added some of the lines to one of my profiles!

Note 2: I'll try to work on all the commissions as soon as possible! As always, my brain isn't cooperating with me... Let me know if I missed any tags! Hope you all like it! (๑>◡<๑)

Imagine Demon! Sylus as the head of a cult.

He was one of the few demons that were still capable of controlling their own minds, being able to keep his own memories thanks to his own emotions, lucky for him, that had allowed him to gain a quite stable position, one that allowed him to feast on as many souls as he wanted.

You can't even imagine the way he felt the second he laid his eyes on you, all pretty and naïve as you entered his personal chamber. Luckily for him, you were unable to see his expression, still covered behind the silky courtain that only let you see his shadow. He thanked those pesky servants for that, after all, if you had seen the way his eyes glowed, his original mark appearing once again from is sudden surprise. It was impossible for him to forget you, your face, your scent... He had to dig his nails on his own skin to stop himself from tearing the courtain apart just to get to you, just to bury his face on the crook of your neck. Still, he was finally able to regain control, returning to his usual form before commanding his servants to take you back to the common room.

He had finally found you, after all those centuries... All the times he had spent ruling over those useless creatures that had been unable to find even a single trace of you. Regardless of that, it had all finally been worth it. All the pain, the forced smiles and prayers... He had finally found you again, and he had already set his mind on turning you into his one and only wife, he just had to set the perfect lure for someone as innocent as you...

Demon! Sylus who starts to slowly create connections between the two of you. He started by simply letting you run around, letting you meet all the members of the cult, allowing you to do whatever activity you wanted and become friends with whoever you wanted. After that, he started to slowly create his weave, starting to become closer to the members that you had chosen to become your friends, letting them see just how kind he was, allowing them to eat just a bit more than the rest, letting them pray a bit more than others... It was only a matter of time for all of them to start praising him, telling you just how kind he was, how beautiful he was regardless of the cold exterior... Of course you would fall for those comments, after all, why would you doubt them?

Demon! Sylus who finally gets what he wanted. It was just so easy for him to slowly enter your personal cycle... He almost felt pity for you, letting your vision get blurred just because some inferior creatures had told you a few times he had chosen to be compassionate... Still, he would take this chance in a heartbeat. The moment he heard you enter his private room, gaze fixed on the ground as you sat down on your knees, he couldn't help but feel his heart melt the second he saw your soft hands leaving a bowl filled with pomegranate seeds, mixed with a few other red fruits. You stood there in complete silence for a few minutes, still doubting if you should confess such an unimportant matter. It took him only a few words of encouragement for you to blurt everything out, letting him know how you had started to feel somewhat attracted to a certain someone. You told him that the person was in a much higher position than you, that they were basically a God for you. And Sylus couldn't help but grit his teeth, just who had dared to try and take you away from him once more? Not like you could even tell it from his face, his expression remaining just as kind as always. Still, you couldn't help but feel a bit confused when those closest to you were suddenly moved to another section of the cult, one that was quite far away from yours, somehow.

Demon! Sylus who gets to make you his wife. It was quite easy, really. He made sure to let his other followers just how close you were to him, always sitting the closest to him during every public event, his hands always extremely close to yours, just enough for them to graze each other each time either of you moved even an inch. And he tried so hard to keep his expression as estoic as possible, his nails digging on his other hand that he kept under the table as a way to ground himself. Gosh, he had been keeping himself so in control in fear of revealing his true nature... Still, he knew it. He knew you would accept him, only you could do it. Accept him, his whole love, as twisted and broken as it had become, he knew you could purify him, make him closer to you. So he stick to his plan, making sure to remain as soft as he could to you, always helping you around the cult, just enough for the others to understand, while also avoiding too much closeness in fear of the other cultists causing you any trouble. Luckily for him, his right-hand men soon understood his intention, aiding him even further to make the message come across crystal clear, which finally get you to this moment.

You had no idea what exactly happened, but you were suddenly there, at the leader's bedroom. Everything had went smoothly, the ceremony had been planned completely by Sylus, letting you rest the whole time in fear of you passing out from the excitement. Lucky for you, his right-hands had quickly moved to the room as soon as the festivities were finished, allowing you to get pampered by them, changing you to much more comfortable clothes that left little to the imagination.

It took less than twenty minutes for Sylus to arrive, his usual robes had been exchanged by much more revealing clothes that let you see through, his bare chest and chiseled abs being exposed to your wandering eyes. He closed the doors behind him after letting the two young men leave the room, sitting close to you and getting his hands close to you.

"Did you enjoy the ceremony, dear? I tried to make sure to make it as close as I could to your dream one." Sylus softly moved one of your strands of hair to the side, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek as a way to check if you were 100% comfortable with him.

"It was just as I had always dreamed! I have no idea how were you able to prepare everything just as I had in mind..." Of course you had no idea he had brainwashed those close to you, making them answer all the questions he had about you, together with forcing them to let him enter your small chamber, reading your diary filled with cute notes about your day... He had to restrain himself so hard from kissing your soft cheeks when he read your note regarding his own self... Just how cute could his human really be?! Sylus got close to you, petting your hair with a sweet smile as he removed the velvety nightgown that kept his body a bit more covered.

"I'm glad you liked it, sweetie. How about we head to bed already? It's getting quite late and we still have quite a few things to take care of before we can really relax." You nodded, removing the soft gown that covered you and letting yourself be lifted by Sylus, letting him carry you to bed, then seeing him dim the lights inside the room. "Are you ready for it, love? Wouldn't want you to get hurt on our first night together." Sylus' heart was about to burst, his hunger only growing even further as his eyes kept drifting all over your exposed skin, the soft light making it even more difficult for him to keep his disguise.

"Uh... I'm a bit nervious, to be honest... All my brothers and sisters were extremely happy about it, but I can't help but feel a bit nervious, I'm sorry, leader." And Sylus' thirst suddenly stopped, his hand still petting your hair as he was finally able to regain control of himself, he had been waiting for so much time... Surely he could wait for a bit more.

"That is ok, sweetie. How about we simply rest for tonight? We can keep this a secret just between us." Sylus got away, getting up for a second to turn off the lights and close the doors for the rest of the night. It was then that you stopped him, your hand trembling a bit as you wrapped it around his fingers. "I... I do want to do it, leader... Maybe... maybe there's another way for me to, to get a bit less scared? The elders explained to me what was supposed to happen, but none of them were truly able to illustrate it for me..." Sylus bit his lip with force, he just couldn't help but feel lucky for being able to hide his expression, his red eyes glowing as his right hand turned into claws, his costume of kind leader slipping for a second before turning his face back to you.

"It is not unusual for the elders to lack such knowledge, after all, I did try to stay away from these customs in fear of creating a sense of... unfairness among my dear followers. Still, since you have become my dear bride, it is only natural for me to show you how a husband is supposed to please their wife." Sylus smiled softly, his expression looking almost threatening as he sat once more on the bed. "Just... You do have to promise me one thing... Can you keep a promise, sweetie?" You nodded, your eyes glistening as you felt the rush inside of you, sharing the burden of the leader was already great by itself, but sharing a secret with the leader himself? Gosh, you were about to pass out from the excitement! Sylus was still smiling as his hand started to glide up and down your thigh. "Good, then I will share with you just how we are supposed to aid each other..." Sylus got closer to you, his lips about to brush your neck as he whispered to you. "You just have to let me ease it up for you, let me take care of you, sweetie..." As his velvety voice reached your ears, his hands were already wrapping around your thighs, getting on top of you and leaving soft kisses all over your neck while he used his hands to remove the little clothing that was still covering you. "Relax your body, love... I need you to cooperate with me." And you tried to do as he said, taking a deep breath as Sylus' hands started to play with your nipples, keeping his body steady with just his right hand.

"Good girl... You're doing so good for me, sweetie." Sylus lips moved down, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your body until it reached your lower half, his breath hitting against your entrance and sending shivers down your spine. "Wa-wait! I... I could never have you li-licking down there. My body is by no means worth-it of your--" Your sentence was suddenly stopped by a high-pitched whine as Sylus suddenly sink his face between your thighs, using his tongue right on your clit, making your back arch as he forced your legs to remain opened for him. You tried your best to reduce the noises you were making, grabbing one of the many pillows and pressing your face against it, bitting on it as you allowed Sylus to explore your insides with his tongue. "So tasty... Been waiting so long to finally be close to you... There's no way I'll ever let you go... I'll bound our souls together, bound us so I can stay with you forever..." Sylus words were muffled between your fleshy thighs, making it quite difficult for you to actually understand what he was mumbling, leaving more kisses all over your inner thighs and lower tummy, making you feel even more aware of the fact that the great leader reveared by all members was actually between your legs, drinking your lewd fluids as if they had become his most beloved drink. "Just a bit more... Gotta make sure you get used to the feeling of my tongue." Sylus changed the position of his arms, grabbing your legs by behind your knees, forcing your whole body to move closer towards him as he plunged himself back into your sweet cunt, removing part of his transformation just so he could use his tongue to fuck you even deeper, ignoring the soft pleas and whimpers that left your body each time your clit rubbed against his nose, making you leave a sharp moan leave you as you wet Sylus' face, the embarrasment making you feel close to dying from it.

"So bold... Guess you just missed me that much, let's keep going, sweetie, the night has barely started."

By the time you felt Sylus finally letting your legs free, a few rays of sun were entering through the window, letting you see Sylus' hair shinning under it, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist as he kissed your tummy, the act being a bit too intimate for someone as difficult to approach as himself. "This time... This time will be different, love." You pet his hair, smiling softly as you saw his crimson orbs looking at you with the purest expression of love.

[tojisteddy]

hi! i wrote the 141 fic and i just wanted to address this with as much grace as possible. I am half Black.

I didn't include Gaz in my fic because I don’t know him, that is LITERALLY it. My entire exposure to COD comes from Tumblr. I genuinely had NO FUCKING IDEA Gaz was part of 141. I thought he was like König or Keegan, who pop up in other parts of the fandom.

I KNEW THE OTHER THREE WERE A PART OF IT FROM CLIPS ONLINE (IE. GHOAP INTERACTIONS) AND OTHER TUMBLR FICS.

To accuse ME (black woman) of racism for that is not only unfair, it's harmful. your supporters have been bullying the fuck out of me and i've had to delete anon submissions and block people.

i'm not going to include someone just for the sake of optics, esp if I can't write them well. there are tons of other gaz writers. was i wrong in tagging my post 141 men? sure! did i know gaz was in 141? no. i know nothing about him. i would not do him any justice.

in the nicest way possible, i can write who i write. my blog is self indulgent and i write who i know best. gaz is SUPER HOT, yes, BUT i wasn't particularly inspired to write him in this particular scenario. just as i wouldn't write someone like bruce banner from the avengers in an "avengers men with a fussy wife" fic bc idk anything about him. i dont think people would get on my case if i did that, if it makes sense?

and i would love to learn more about gaz, but i'm not obligated to write about him. getting on your blog to spread a false narrative to your followers is kind of unkind, especially due to your big following. but i just wanted you to know i'm not some white girl with an agenda.

hope that cleared everything up! :) xx

I wanna say first and foremost, my intention was not to send people to spread hate, bully or maliciously attack you and in no way do I condone that. Especially since I myself am a fully black women. That’s my fault in every way and I should’ve been more careful with my wording and should watch myself because of my following moving forward. Im sorry.

Secondly, I do understand only knowing cod characters via fics and edits on this app/tiktok and it’s not anyone’s job to have to look everyone up when you get interested in one singular character. You also don’t have the obligation to write every character known to man in every drabble/fic. That’s fine.

The conversation to be had though would be about exclusion and micro aggressions.

I’m not expecting you to know the ins and out of cod fandom especially when I see you do write for different fandoms (as do I). But exclusion towards Gaz on this app and in edits and the like, is a major issue in the fandom because of his race. And it’s probably a reason you didn’t know Gaz was apart of the 141. This is something that happens to many characters that look like you and me (black people).

And yes, I see (and again I apologize) that excluding Gaz was not your habitual intention. And sure, not all characters fit a certain scenarios.

But you not realizing Gaz was apart of the 141 was a micro aggression in itself, that’s what micro aggressions are.

The unconscious actions. 

The unconsciousness of excluding ppl who look like you and me just because of our skin color, facial structure and builds, the constant need to make black ppl look like aggressors even we don’t do anything wrong, being “scared” of black ppl having “too much” fun.

And those who are white, those are POC and those who are even half black, tend to do it a lot. Same thing with black men and colorism and how it’s ingrained in society’s culture. It’s done Unconsciously. (Not all the time tho) And I’m definitely sure for the white/poc ppl who follow me, it flew over their heads. They just see racism and that’s surface level. Yes, maybe that’s on me for not explaining it further. But that’s something that me and you have to live with till the day we die. And you should understand that.

Lastly, I want to reiterate, I know you did not mean it. I know you don’t have to write for Gaz if you don’t want to. I know Gaz doesn’t fit for some scenarios, same way that Soap doesn’t or Price doesn’t.

But I am saying to watch your actions towards ppl who look like you and me because they pan out at the end of the day.

[unknownati]

heyy hope you’re doing well! requests r open & i was wondering if you could do a stm w ekko evolving him and his s/o or a friends to lovers trope going roller skating ? :!!

like pls tell me you’ve seen those videos of ppl roller skating .. anyways thxs for the consideration, i luv your work <3

ix. skate to me!

a/n: TY!!! THIS IS SO CUTE LOLOLOL

dance based of this tiktok, idk if i'm feeling that song for this fic tho 🤔 imagine whatever song you want

*the song i attached was also not the song i imagined for the dance but it fit the fic...if u ask me i was thinking abt drugs n hella melodies by don toliver

guys iwas reading my old writing from like my notes app n why am i kinda getting worse at it LMAOOO

warnings/tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, no desc of reader's physical features, fluff + suggestive (really it's just the dance but i dont see it as THAT sexual 🌚), reader is a beginner roller skater, modern!au, teaching you how to skate 🥹, friends to lovers, slow dancing (backpacking is the actual term...whoops), ekko locking tf in, to fw this fic or not fw this fic...good question!

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ekko regularly went roller skating with powder, vi, claggor and mylo. and lord, was he a show off.

powder would be skating around in her own world, humming to the music, then here comes ekko zooming by backwards, crouching down, AND on his phone.

he acted humble about it, but humility only goes so far when you're two steps from doing a backflip on the floor. regulars started to build a reputation up for him as "the trick guy" because of it.

anyway, one day the six of you were hanging around in powder's room when you overheard mylo ask, "we still on for thursday?"

you perked up. "what's on thursday?"

"oh," vi shrugged, pink locks brushing against her brow. "we're all going skating together."

powder's arms draped around your shoulder. "hey, you should come with. you busy?"

"no," you hummed, "but i don't know how to skate."

the weight of knowing glances being shot around the room smacked you like a ton of bricks, and once again you felt left out. you opened your mouth to speak up but claggor, wearing a smug grin, cut you off.

"ekko'll teach you."

ekko fumbled with his pen, spinning to face the group. "huh?"

"yeah," vi chips in. "you'll teach them, won't you?"

ekko's eyes land on you, his lips tugging into a sheepish smile without even knowing it. "of course!"

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the first time you joined them was the first time you'd ever skated, ever.

low neon lights paint the room, flicking through hues with each beat that pounded through the speakers. a glimmering disco ball spun lazily at the center of the skating rink.

ekko stepped on the slippery floor backwards, hands cupping yours. he pulled you forward and your upper half moved, but your legs didn't.

"c'mon!" he urged, drawing you closer so you didn't fall.

"i'm coming..." you croaked, trying to convince yourself more than him. your eyes remained glued to your feet.

he raised a brow and he leaned into your space. "hey," his breath tickled your ear. "i've got you."

you swallowed and awkwardly stepped onto the floor. wobbling legs mimicked those of a newborn fawn, your body lurching forward to find its balance. embarrassing, a voice rung in your mind. you heard laugh above you and it irritated you.

"ekko, help me! don't just stand there!" you scolded. ekko's fingers began to ache from how tight you gripped onto them.

"you won't learn!" he insisted. "listen, if you lean forward, all your weight will move forward. stand up straight!"

yeah, fuck all of that.

your hands abandoned his, desperately searching for a sturdier anchor. his shoulders, of course! you braced yourself on them, propelling yourself upright. every limb in your body grows stiff, your gaze meeting ekko's.

at no point did you register how close you were to him. chest to chest, nails clawing at his hoodie, faces only a few inches apart.

ekko however, was violently aware.

ekko cleared his throat, hands awkwardly floating at his side. his gaze darts everywhere except for towards you. he didn't wanna just grab on you, not without asking first—fuck, you looked amazing under the lights—but you needed help and you wanted to learn and—

"ekko?" you called for the third time.

"sorry. we'll, um, take it slow, okay? i won't let you fall. i promise."

you've only realized this now, but ekko was...kinda cute.

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you attended the skating sessions more frequently after that. a quick learner, you were. after a few weeks you started to get the hang of skating on your own without clutching onto ekko like your life depended on it.

he'll never admit it, but he missed having you so close.

the distance had you two constantly staring at each other on the floor, shooting each other smiles. they were flirtatious and shy, too nervous to go any further.

with you starting to separate on the floor came you seeing just how much of a show off ekko was. backwards, sliding on the floor, speeding around the rink, twisting with vi to create some insane shape—didn't matter. it was for fun, sure, but he loved seeing the impressed look on your face more than anything.

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you trail far behind ekko on the rink, still not quite as fast as him. he twists around to face you, arms open, beckoning you over.

pushing off the ground, you speed up to him, barely avoiding a collision. your body clashes with his, almost sending you both tumbling down. you erupt in laughter after finding your balance.

"i knew you'd learn," he comments, the distance between you two growing ever so slightly. your hip bumps his.

"all thanks to you," you coo. his lips press into a line, slipping against each other. should he just tell you? he's been holding it in way too long, now would be the best time, right?

"☆, i—"

"this next song's for all my couples on the floor," the dj's voice boomed out in the speaker. ekko looked around in confusion, looking at the dj booth near the front, lo and behold, powder was behind it, her hand covering her mouth as she spoke to him.

you moved with the threat of departure, then paused once you heard the slow intro to the song. "oh, but i love this song," you murmur in disappointment. once the dj played a song during a session, he would not play it again.

ekko hesitates to speak. "we could...dance anyway?" you glance over at him, glassy umber eyes begging you to not skate away. "...can we?" he tacks on.

you'd be crazy to say no.

your foot makes its turn, wheels sliding across the floor as you faced ekko. it starts casual; just skating, swaying to the music, eyes closed while you just let you and the music get comfortable.

ekko, on the other hand? a wreck. he could only keep his cool for so long. with you moving closer, closer, closer, he was about to fall apart. he kept glancing behind him to 'make sure he didn't crash into someone' but if he had the choice he'd keep his eyes fixed on you forever.

you caught on to ekko's feelings for you a while ago. albeit, it took multiple teasing glances from the rest of the group for it to start to click, but once you realized that you had him wrapped around your finger, that chance was taken and ran, no, sprinted with it.

your hands finally met, which is when you opened your eyes.

"hi," you chirp.

"hi," he parrots, tone dripping with something you can't quite place.

half-lidded eyes watch in awe of how effortless you made everything look. he needed to catch up, couldn't leave you dancing on your own.

as the song started to build into the chorus, ekko started to follow your lead. a lazy game of cat and mouse—chasing the direction of your body. his arm raised, readying you for a twirl that you were waiting for.

your fingers rotate between his and you make it halfway through the spin before you trip on your front wheel. your back lands on his chest.

"sorry," you gasp, heart racing from almost falling. his heartbeat drums against your shoulder.

"no, it's okay," he reassures. his wrists perch atop your hip bone, your arms crossed in front of you.

your eyes meet his above you shoulder. smooth, brown skin tinted a deep red over the lights, small twinkles curving around the planes of his face. slowly, your hips grind back into his. it was impossible to feign innocence at this point.

ekko almost chokes on his spit, but by no means is he against it. the slow wind of your body against his had the room spinning around him. it takes him...multiple seconds, but he starts to move with you, stretching your arms into the air, exposing the fluidity of your movements.

although his anxiety was eating him alive, he rocked with you ever so slowly, arms swishing back down. his hand glides on your upper thigh, chin resting on your shoulder. you crane back on his opposite shoulder, free hand raising to cup the back of his neck.

it felt like nobody else was in the building at that moment, music drowning out behind your heartbeats thumping in your ears.

you lock eyes, both of you stealing glances at the other's lips.

ekko was frozen, caught in the intricacies of your facial features. to be fair, you were losing the ability to breathe the more you stared into his eyes, but it seems ekko is losing brain cells. so, fine. you'd do it.

your noses collide at first, sending you back to his shoulder. like two teenagers. no time was set aside for any apology from either of you after you finished snickering, guiding him by his neck to finally let your lips meet.

the rhythmic beats in your chests synced, the world blurring around you as your movements slowed to a near stop. with each presage of the kiss stopping, your brows knit together and the hand cradling his neck pressed ever-so-slightly down. urging, pleading him not to let the moment end.

it was delicate, and maybe lasted longer than it should have, but it spoke every word that the two of you were too scared to say.

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during your dance, mylo's mouth flew open with a yawn.

"man, i just wish they'd get it over with and kiss."

"be patient!" powder snapped, leaning on the table, anticipation literally having her at the edge of her seat. she's been waiting for this moment for months, praying for the day that you two just suck it up and admit it.

vi leaned across the table to whisper to claggor, eyes remained fixed on the two of you. she chuckled. "ekko's too nervous to—holy shit."

[pierregazly]

to live for the hope of it all (part 2) ꨄ charles leclerc smau

charles leclerc x fem!reader / mick schumacher x fem!reader

pic credits: pinterest

link to part 1 | link to part 3

all the love on part 1 was so sweet i just had to get started on part 2 as soon as possible. originally this was only going to be a charles x reader but i like drama and i like mick sooo... it also may seem obvious about what's gonna happen but i have no self control and this is prob gonna be a multi-part xoxo

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Oh Oh what about 'H-how long have you been standing there?' Canon(-adjacent) Hurt/Comfort and Book? this list is actually so interesting there's so many good combinations

Thank you so much, it's been lots of fun seeing which combinations ppl picked and coming up with different story ideas. Hope you enjoy this one. 💖

True love's kiss

Rated: G

Words: 995

Tags: Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Steve has migraines; Hurt/comfort; Love confessions

Eddie finds out by accident. It's one of the last days of summer, and the air has a sticky heaviness to it. He just wants to pick up some stuff he forgot after last night's campaign. Steve isn’t home, he knows for a fact. So what if he memorized his shift plan? It's perfectly normal, most definitely not a sign of obsession or codependency. 

Anyway, the point is, Steve isn't home, so Eddie doesn't ring, just lets himself in and marches into the living room. And that's where his plans for the afternoon derail. 

Steve is on the sofa in front of the television. Eddie's swoop of surprise is short-lived, however, because he isn't watching a movie or game. 

The tv isn't on at all. The entire house is deadly quiet. The blinds on the windows are drawn and the air conditioning is on, the room dark and cold.

Steve is buried in the pillows. His shoulders are shaking. 

“Stevie?” Eddie blurts. “What happened?” 

“Eddie?” Steve croaks. One eye pokes out from the pillows, bleary and horrified. “I- … H-how long have you been standing there?” 

Eddie doesn’t answer. He has already bridged the distance and is sinking down on the armrest by Steve’s head.

Steve sees the concern on his face and groans. “I'm fine. It's just … fucking headaches, don't worry.” 

But Eddie does worry. Eddie is freaking out, which is only natural given their shared history. He makes a horrified sound, shooting up to grab the walkie from Steve’s room and call a code red. 

“No, wait,” Steve says, holding him back with one shaky hand to his wrist. “‘s not anything supernatural. I mean they’ve gotten worse, after everything, but that's probably ‘cause I took a few hits too many. I've always had ‘em. Ever since I was a kid.” 

Eddie lets that statement trickle in. 

“Oh,” he then breathes, sitting back down and gesturing at the dark room. “You mean migraines?” 

Steve, who has thrown one arm over his face, peers out at him. 

“How d’you …?” 

Eddie shrugs sheepishly. “My mom used to get them, before …” 

He trails off, lost in the memory, fingers grasping to fiddle with something. He only realizes where they've landed when they start scratching at Steve's scalp, and a noise spills from his chest. Eddie flinches, stomach alive with an entire whirlwind of butterfly wings, and makes to pull back his hand. 

“No,” Steve mumbles. He's pale, but some of the tension has bled from his features. His voice is slurred. “Don't stop. Feels good.” 

And who is Eddie to deny him? 

Nodding, he slides off the armrest to sit more comfortably, pulling Steve’s head into his lap to rub soothing circles into his temples. He only notices the book lying on Steve’s stomach when it gets jostled by the motion and almost tumbles to the floor. 

“Hey, what’s this?” Eddie mutters, flipping it over to inspect the cover. “Fairytales?” 

Steve takes a few moments to reply, and in the low light, Eddie imagines he sees two pink splotches bloom high in his cheekbones. 

“My nanny used to read ‘em to me when I was sick. I was tryna, but … the fuckin’ letters keep moving.” 

“I'll read you one.” 

Another blink of those pretty eyes, pupils fuzzy and unfocused. “Really?” 

“Sure,” Eddie nods, reveling in the smile he gets when he flips the book open. “Let’s see … Once upon a time, there was a king. He was beautiful and kind and brave, and everybody in the realm loved him dearly. But the king was cursed. He-”

“Wait,” Steve mutters. His lids flutter as he struggles to stay awake. “I don’t- … Which one is this?” 

“My favorite,” Eddie replies. “Now hush, you’re supposed to be resting. Where was I? … The king had been befallen by an evil curse. He couldn’t love himself. He slaughtered many a beast, fought countless battles, hoping to prove his own worth to himself, but nothing lifted the shadow looming over him.” 

Eddie turns a page, crinkling his brow in thought. 

Steve stifles a yawn. His head is getting heavier in Eddie’s lap. “Then what happened?” 

“Patience, I was getting to it,” Eddie scolds. “One day, a new jester arrived at the court. He was skeptical, having heard grand tales of the young king’s beauty and good heart, never quite believing them. Yet, the second he beheld the king with his own eyes, he was enraptured, and he vowed to-”  

“En-whatchered?” 

“Enraptured, Stevie,” Eddie sighs, setting the book aside in favor of combing his fingers through Steve’s hair again. “Smitten, enchanted, lovestruck.” 

“Pffff,” Steve makes. “Love at first sight ain't real.” 

Eddie scoffs half-heartedly. “It's a fairytale. It's not supposed to be realistic. And besides, I'm only telling it, not making it up.” 

“Oh yeah,” Steve says. If his eyes were open, he'd be rolling them right now. “Obviously.” 

“Obviously,” Eddie agrees, and losing himself for a moment in the lines and angles of Steve’s face, the feel of his hair between his fingers. 

“How does it end?” 

Eddie blinks. “Huh?” 

“The story, silly,” Steve mutters. “How does the jester save the king?”  

“Who said he does?” 

Steve sighs, satisfied and exhausted. “‘s a fairytale. Gotta have a happy ending.” 

Eddie shrugs. “Fair enough. What d’you think he should do?” 

Steve stays silent for a long moment. Eddie is starting to think he fell asleep when he speaks again, so softly it's nearly lost under the rush of the air conditioning. 

“How ‘bout a kiss?” 

“Ah,” Eddie says around the lump forming in his throat. “Good one. Can't go wrong with true love's kiss.” 

Steve hums in agreement. 

“After the king sleeps, though.” His hand finds Eddie’s, interlacing their fingers. “Waited so long for this. Wanna do it without a headache.” 

Eddie is left in the dark, listening as Steve’s breathing evens out, wondering how much of their conversation he'll recall when he wakes up. 

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[lostcauses-noregrets]

Not quite a question, but tbh I'm really frustrated that there will probably never been any canonical confirmation of eruri. I'm convinced there was smth between these two characters. And it's sad many ppl refuse to acknowledge the unique bond Erwin and Levi had, and refusing to acknowledge the romantic potential it had too.

So I’ve had a lot of asks like this over the years, and to be honest I’m always a bit bemused by them. Because, honestly, within the context of the story, what would “canon confirmation of eruri” look like, over and above what we’ve already seen? SnK is not a romance by any stretch of the imagination, although love is at the very heart of the story. This is a hill I will die on. However the way that love is expressed between characters is subtle.  It’s not all flowers and hearts and seagulls bluebirds, it’s more devotion and loyalty and sacrifice. And even when that love is made absolutely unambiguously explicit, as in the case of Eren and Mikasa, there are still those who refuse to recognise it for what it is and write it off as being “one sided” or whatever.  It really makes me wonder about some people’s expectations and experience of what love really is. 

So in the case of Erwin and Levi, what would canon confirmation look like?  They aren’t a pair of giddy hormonal teenagers, or star crossed lovers, they’re two 30+ year old war-weary veterans, who have lived lives full of trauma, violence, and loss.  We were never going to see hearts* and flowers**, and marriage proposals. And have you seen the way Yams draws kissing?? Thank the gods we were saved that. 

Instead we have a believable adult relationship, based on mutual trust, respect and understanding, which has grown and matured over the years. The foundation of Erwin and Levi’s  relationship is unshakable loyalty and trust, and when push comes to shove, the willingness to do everything in their power to help and support each other, even if that means making the ultimate sacrifice and letting each other go.   If that’s not the very definition of love, I don’t know what is. I’ve written reams about this over the years, which you can find in my Eruri relationship tag if you’re interested. 

I’ve said this before, but romance is rarely the most important or interesting aspect of committed, adult relationships.  However, when it comes to Erwin and Levi we do actually see lots of small, simple romantic gestures; quiet moments together, sharing meals, and clothes, gifts of small luxuries, private jokes and playful ribbing. 

I reblogged a lovely post about “true love” by @stellaluna33 recently and I’m going to share it again here because I think it bears repeating. 

In the older songs, "true love" is not some mystical quality, some type of connection that is magically better than other Loves. No. A love that is "true" merely means that your Love is "true TO YOU." "True" as in faithful and loyal and trustworthy. A lover who will stand by you and with you no matter what comes. True the way a good sword is True. True the way a good knight is loyal. The contrast is "False Love," which is a lover who betrays you, who cannot be trusted. "True Love" isn't something you find, it's a vow and a choice that you make, every day, to BE TRUE.

If people can’t see Erwin and Levi’s relationship for what it is, then I'm not sure I can convince them otherwise. That's their opinion and they're quite entitled to it. I just hope they are able to broaden their understanding of love one day. 

* I may have lied about the hearts…

** And flowers…

[aritsukemo]

This is kinda silly but are you still taking requests specifically for dangonronpa I checked your rules but I couldn’t tell sorry if this is annoying if you have ppl constantly asking

And if you are could you do a continuation of the Kokichi and kyoko type reader. Like if the whole thing was a simulation and they woke up. Obviously you don’t have to but just thought I’d ask lol

Kokichi with someone who acts like Kyoko Kirigiri Cont.

Warnings: Major spoilers to Danganronpa: 2: Goodbye Despair and Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony! You have been warned!

A/N: AGHH FINALLY THIS REQUEST IS DONE!! I started this literal months ago but hit a stump so it's been sitting in my drafts since it was requested ( oops ). Apologies for such a late arrival but I hope the wait was at least a little worth it. Thank you all who enjoyed this little idea of mine!! <3

Tagging: @nursedflowers / @lowcosmic

Extra: I officially have a taglist! If you liked this piece, please consider grabbing a loyalty card at the front counter!! <3

Prev: Kokichi crushing on Kyoko!Reader

↪ It was all over at last. You couldn't be more grateful.

↪ Despite all the grief, all the pain and suffering...despite everything nearly driving everyone who remained to the ground, you managed to persevere to the end and solve the truth behind the killing game..but at a great cost; your dear robotic friend, Kiibo.

↪ Everything had been revealed in the final trial. Tsumugi, the Ultimate Cosplayer had been behind it all. She was the mastermind who created this sick game that played your emotions..and all because of her own twisted enjoyment of wanting to make a real-life death game but wanting to do a test run first.

↪ The thought made your blood boil over just thinking about it. All these killings — Kokichi's entire plan and even your existence — it was all pointless. There was ultimately no escape because you were just a character. Just a product of someone's evil imagination. Your past, your physical and mental battle scars, your feelings..it was all fake. It was so..despairing.

↪ You almost gave in, you couldn't deny that, especially after Tsumugi offered to rewrite the game's fate at the mere cost of your real life bodies being used to make her game in real life. It was a tempting offer, but with Shuichi motivating words helping you see the light in such an impossibly dark situation, you found yourself able to see a new perspective — a hidden loophole — one that allowed you to slip through the grasp of this Ultimate Monster.

↪ You had won in the end by simply not voting which had caused Tsumugi to ultimately lose interest altogether and kill herself. But not before boredly expressing her final thoughts..

↪ "If this is how the game would end in real life, I'd rather it not happen at all and without despair to entertain me, I have no reason to live," She had muttered, "But the same can be said for you all as well. When I die, all the files will crash and burn. You'll be forced out of here without your memories or sense of self. You'll revert back to those boring people who craved to satiate your endless hunger for despair."

↪ You didn't really listen to what was said after that. The situation had truly began to sink in, and though you were relieved that this heinous game was over, the thought of parting with this version of yourself bothered you. Not so much your personality or Ultimate abilities or looks...but more so your feelings. Over time, you had begun to cherish both the good and bad ones — something a certain someone had unintentionally taught you to do.

↪ Speaking of that someone who shall not be named, it dawned on you that after this, he'd be nothing to you. You wouldn't know of his name or his talent. You would no longer know of his past as a mischievous leader of a small group made up of his close friend or the fact that everything he would spew about his life was a lie. You wouldn't recognize his laughter or have a reaction to remembering his smile. Hell, you won't even know of his existence..

↪ It was truly so annoying how he can manage to stir you like this. It's like you can't even enjoy a major victory without getting swallowed up in these stupid thoughts that formed because of his absence..

↪ In the end, you were forced back into reality by a shocking revelation, a new glimpse of light — of hope — and it all came in the form of your robotic friend who happened to be the key to your true happy ending.

↪ It seemed that because of the role Tsumugi made him in this, he had the power to ensure you a safe exit from this simulation that would allow you to keep this version of yourself and possibly, by some small slither of chance, allow the others to be revived...but it came with its price.

↪ "In order for this to work, I'd have to remain here to stall the process of the simulation's shutdown after Tsumugi's death. It'll also help me keep the transition of yourselves here to your real life selves a smooth one," He explained, but his words caused everyone to frown deeply.

↪ "But..if you do something like that, you won't.." Himeko couldn't even finish her sentence as doing so would simply push her over the edge. It would pushed everyone, in fact. The thought of having to sacrifice another friend as if they were still taking part in the game..

↪ "It's okay.." Kiibo said, and you realized quickly that he was attempting to console you when he followed up with, "I was never real to begin with. My existence...it was never apart of your world, it belongs here where it was created.."

↪ His feathery words felt like knives jabbing into all of your chests. This was too cruel of a choice. I mean, how can you all possibly sacrifice your friend when he fought so hard along side you? Suffered with you? Went through the same game as you? How could any of you strip him of the right to his happy ending for the sake of your own?

↪ It took much convincing and heavy consideration, but in the end, you three were able to say goodbye to Kiibo with solemn smiles on your faces. You remember watching him flying into the air after that and crush Tsumugi and Monokuma with a boulder. It was a quick way for her to go and you found yourself bitter about it and thinking she deserved far worse for what she had put you all through, but you had little time to dwell on the sour feeling that coated your tongue because shortly after her death, your consciousness began to fade.

↪ The next time you opened your eyes were caused by the rough awakening of being shaken with great might. It was a horrible wake up call — one that had your face scrunching up from irritation — but as you opened your eyes to gaze up at the perpetrator, you're eyes immediately softened at the sight of Shuichi, Maki, and Himeko standing over you.

↪ Upon seeing your eyes opening, they shared their sighs of relief before Himeko immediately went on to bombard you with questions like, "Do you remember anything?" and " What's my name?" and even "What trick did I show you when we first met?"

↪ All her questions were answered in the end which quelled the rest of her anxiety and, thankfully, discouraged her from asking anymore of them.

↪ Soon after that, you separated from the pod that you had laid in for gods know how long. Your limbs ached which gave a small hint of how long you laid stiff for, but you paid it no mind when you felt a sudden weight drop onto your shoulders.

↪ You looked up and your eyes immediately grew wide at the familiar face before you; the Ultimate Astronaut himself, Kaito Momota.

↪ "You guys managed to pull it off in the end! As expected of my sidekicks!" He said grinning ear to ear. Typically his comment would spur on other comments of displeasure or even annoyance, but in this moment, after everything that happened and after all that despair you went through during his trial, no one could do anything but smile, nod, and or verbally agree with him.

↪ Soon after that, the others began waking up one by one, and everyone dispersed to talk to those closest to them that were lost. You conversed with some who you had built an inkling of a relationship with and explained what happened to all who wanted to know, but you quickly found yourself alone and off to the side, simply observing everyone.

↪ Old habits die hard, y'know?

↪ "Nishishishi~! Even after everything, you're still such a loner! It's honestly sad!" You tensed.

↪ That laugh, that mischievous tone, that squeaky voice.. There was no mistaking it.

↪ Turning your head with breakneck speed, your eyes caught on a familiar tuff of blackish purple hair and light amethyst hues — which gleams with a spark of mischief that was common only to..

↪ "Kokichi," You breathe out. Typically, you would've absolutely despised how every emotion you felt in that moment mixed with the breath that whispered his name. How your every thought played on your face like a broken mask. How you could practically taste the relief in the shaky, barely audible sigh you let out afterwards..

↪ ...But in that moment, any self displeasure was stagnant and promptly ignored as to pay attention to what was before you. To focus and to let your brain know that you weren't hallucinating or dreaming like some far gone fool knee deep in anguish.

↪ That Kokichi was standing really before you. Intact, unbruised, and undoubtably alive and wearing that signature grin on his face. ( Though it looked much softer in real life )

↪ And before you could stop and spare yourself the dignity, you were running up and hugging him tightly, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

↪ "Hey, hey, hey...!" He whined in that oh so childish tune you knew all too well, "What's with the sudden touchiness? Don't tell me you're actually some huge pervert in the real world or something like that!"

↪ The scent of berry, strawberries, and chocolate tickle your nose. Kokichi smelt like a candy shop — something that was never a fancy of yours. You inhale deeply nevertheless, savoring the aroma of what you can no longer deny is the love of your life.

↪ You're thankful that your body didn't further betray you by allowing any tears to slip.

↪ "I'm...glad you're okay," You mumbled right against his ear, pausing for a moment when your bottom lip began to tremble before continuing on shakily, "...so glad."

↪ And to your heartfelt confession, he drawls out an animated, "Ewww!"

↪ "Ugh, seriously this is such a letdown!" His hand finds the dip of your waist, "I thought you were some badass lone wolf, this is seriously disappointing on soooo many levels!" His other finds place in your hair, lightly twirling and playing with the strands.

↪ "Could you be any more of a loser?" His head lolls on your shoulder and you can feel the hand on your hip moving to wrap around you fully, "You're the worst! I can't believe I like someone like you!"

↪ Amongst his layers of lies was a truth he no longer bothered to hide from you. A confession of love mixed with faux words of childish hatred. You didn't comment on it, merely tightening your grasp around him.

↪ His smile grew, eyes softening to a close before anyone could see them.

↪ ...And in the end, his grip on you tightened to match yours. ( He's so finding a way to tease you about this later )

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[annabelle--cane]

hey, feel free not to answer this, as i don't see it as your responsibility to educate ppl on fandom etiquette, but you're one of the big tma blogs to me and you've been around for a good while as far as i can tell. i'm personally super new to the magpod fandom (only really got into the show earlier this summer) and this is my first time really being in a fandom where there are regular updates that contain spoilers. i was pretty careful about avoiding spoilers while i was catching up, but now i am caught up and i'm on the other side. i really appreciate that i was able to avoid spoilers fairly well for a show that's been around and has a sizable fanbase for so long, so i really wanna be able to pay that forward to current and future fans.

so my question is: what's the best way to tag spoilers (if there is one), and is there any sort of timeline for when it's okay to not tag them? or should i just keep tagging spoilers indefinitely for anybody else who is where i was (that is, listening to a podcast with major revelatory moments that they want to be surprised by)? there's also an obvious difference between episodic spoilers about like the contents of a statement vs major spoilers like a character dying, so is there a good way to differentiate between those? the latter sounds like it would be important to tag indefinitely, while the former could probably be dropped off when most or all of the fanbase is caught up, no?

again, no pressure to answer all or any of these questions—i'm genuinely wanting to make my blog friendlier to any other fans who are new like i was (and am), and i'm just looking for some tips since i have no experience, but it's hardly your obligation! thank you! :D

(i wrote this like an email. i feel like i should sign it or something. best, ace.)

dear ace,

many thanks for your cordial letter. I shall readily admit that I'm far more lax about this kind of thing than many others, because for weekly episodic release schedules I only usually spoiler tag for a few days after a drop to give the main body of active audience members time to get around to the newest episode. my rule for protocol episodes is that I spoiler tag anything to do with the new material from the time it releases on thursday to whenever I wake up on monday, and then repeat this cycle for each successive episode.

however, I know other people are often more conscientious about this sort of thing, and I believe they tend to spoiler tag all major narrative revelations basically indefinitely if the spoiler is super blatant in the post. ex., I don't tend to see people spoiler tag discussions of later seasons that vaguely imply certain character deaths, but I do see people tag "god it was so impactful when blorbo bleebus beat glup shitto to death in episode 69 at timecode 04:20." I also see some people use different sets of spoiler tags for individual seasons with the idea the new fans can mute and unmute as they go along. if a person has listened through to the end of season two then they wouldn't need spoilers filtered for mid season one stuff anymore, but they might still not want to know what happens in three through five.

hope that helps!

dutifully yours,

marina

[johannestevans]

ALL my back posts have been published to my new website!

i am going to be going back through my works and tagging all posts with kinks, themes, topics, characters, locations.

in the meantime, the search system on my new site is VERY good and my descriptions have lots of search terms!

you can absolutely go onto the site and search specific characters if you know their names, you can search locations - such as "Lashton" or "Camelot" - and you can search individual kinks, like Spanking or Daddy Kink or Come Inflation or Oviposition - and the results should be pretty good!

after my work has been more robustly tagged, especially for main characters, settings, periods, and obviously stuff like genre and format, i'll look into adjusting how tag pages appear and making sure that tags are clickable from every post in the same way that categories currently are!

other intentions for the website are:

to plump out and integrate my worldanvil, especially for stuff like maps and family trees

to create a gallery of work that i commission or trade for and promote those artists directly from my site

to do something similar with art and merch i buy at cons

the latter will include stickers and a gallery of the few dozen art pieces i have on display in my home, but i'm planning to also include my tattoos, as well as including links for stuff like vintage shops, tailors, jewellers, and other crafters & businesses that i build my wardrobe from

it's also my hope / intention when i'm back up north to coordinate with one of my local mosques or community centres and see about setting up a feeding station and maybe some shelters for some local feral cats, so as well as my continuing support of organisations like Bradford Cat Watch & Sanctuary

i'm also hoping to coordinate with some of our local TNR groups and start referring cats in my area of bradford to fosterers & adopters - because we're in such a small space and don't have space to foster, my main plan is actually to do local coordination and education in our area

bradford has a huge south asian population with a lot of muslims and sikhs - people here love animals and love their cats, and while there are partly cultural differences for desi immigrants, more importantly, people are anxious about veterinary care being expensive and not knowing the right english

my ambition is to start a postering program in my local area that provides information about local cheap & free spay/neuter and microchip programs, make a case for why these things are worth doing, and have those posters not just in english but also in urdu, punjabi, polish, etc

so i'm thinking if i have a page on my site that links to donation pages for various local cat people, and also if after i design these posters and get them translated for my area, that i make the templates available for free on that page as well so ppl can download them for their own use

i'm trying to be realistic about projects i'm able to take on that are fun and rewarding for me but that are still ones that i can put time toward and work with people, and this is work that i feel is doable for me and is a part of the world i can work to repairing, but isn't going to overwhelm me

i was really excited about running a queer history club but with my health issues the way they are, it's not just feasible for me to do that level of travel and set-up AND people management, wrangling, events planning and coordination - this is something that i can work on without being overwhelmed

i can help local cats (and other animals), and just as importantly, i can help their people and people who love cats in their areas, but basically feel disempowered by the whiteness and the racism/classism that some rescuers take to in their assumptions about how/why people neglect their animals

some people genuinely are cruel or don't give a fuck about their animals, that's true, but i don't think the vast majority of people in my area feel that way - they either just don't realise there's a problem or that there are more options for their pets, or are grappling with inaccessibility

and the thing about going out and petting stray cats and sitting with them and taking pictures of them and talking about them is.

i literally do that anyway, just in a less scheduled and efficient way. i'm basically planning on catmaxxing whilst also helping other ppl. best of both worlds babeyyyy

[auguryofjellyfish]

This is the main blog of @misha-v and I just wanted to say that I really love the long commentary tags you leave on art reblogs complimenting all the little details, it means so much to me when ppl notice and appreciate those and take the time to point those out and explain why they like them, you especially. It makes me feel rlly good inside and it kind of keeps me going because I know for a fact that you love it to the point where you're willing to dedicate your time to leaving those long tags ^^

So thank you, thank you so much ^-^

hi!! thank you for taking the time to write such a long and kind message! i'm always blown away when people tell me they appreciate my tags, like fr, wow?? i'm so so happy to hear how they make you feel <3 the tetro community artists create a lot of things that i find pleasant, thought-provoking, impactful, or things that evoke feelings in general, which makes the words come to me more easily. i always like it when i find i have a lot of things to say about a piece of art! i'm glad that my words can brighten people's day too.

speaking of yapping, i hope you don't mind cuz i wanna do that right now :3c I LOVE YOUR ART!!! you have mastery over using shapes, the general "blockiness" of your style reminds me of those early 2000s cartoon network shows, which is nice to see because these artstyles aren't that popular nowadays. so that, + the smoothness and thickness of your line art makes your character artwork look really defined and sharp.

and your colour choices... i have no idea how you do it, but they're just sublime. like in your DRDT designs, for example, the cream + gentle red of okazaki's suit, the greenish black of hiroaki's, the vibrant orange of isono's hair contrasted with the bluish green, the beautiful purples, pink and white of tamba's outfit... bruh. this stuff almost brings me to tears. it's breathtaking how beautiful these colours are, and how well they go with each other. they make my brain go brrrr.... not to mention the designs themselves are fire too RAAHHH!!! lies down... i just think it's neat.

also i need, neeed to talk about your chap 3 au. it's so meaningful to me. i've seen people kill off wada as a victim in their AUs A LOT, it's like a staple at this point. usually, it's him taking someone else's place or just to have him die in general ig, and i don't find that very compelling. like, oh wow, victim wada?? definitely haven't seen that before lol. but in your au, he dies, but it was because he decided to strike back against his abuser, and i find that so beautiful.

disclaimer, ik okazaki is also a teenager and i'm not celebrating her death etc. but the fact still stands that wada is a victim, hers and in general, and you had him take back some of his power for the first time in his life. not only that, he also inadvertently saved a person he loved from being executed (whether it was a good thing for her is another matter). the killing game itself makes the participants inherently powerless, but he acted with as much agency as you can while being inside it.

i LOVE this wada. this is such a wonderful take on his character, a version of him that's a bit to the left, that values himself and his own dignity a bit more than in canon. and maybe one that holds onto bitterness/anger more, as well. but it STILL MAKES SENSE!! it doesn't feel OOC! this au just took the him that stabbed okazaki as self defense and turned that into more active and retaliatory force.

also, strangling a mf to death with HDMI cables is just iconic. pure king shit. anyway... i'm very glad that canon wada's survived this long, and i love him for who he is, but if he had to die, it wouldn't be so bad if it had gone something like this. thank you for creating such an awesome AU.

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Hi! I wanna know your thoughts on something… You’ve said to not copy&paste the same requests to different authors and I have to say that I’m guilty of doing that 😅 But also basically no one wants to take the requests I’ve sent so by sending them to different people I hoped my chances where bigger. And now I kinda don’t know what to do, because I’m a shitty writer since English is not my first language but also I have SO SO SO many ideas and would love to see them come to life :( Do you know what I mean?

hi hi ! first of all -- thanks so much for actually reaching out to ask about this! and i want u to know that most (if not all) writers appreciate and love any kind of request -- i think the thing that irks specifically about copy-pasted requests is that (and i know this might not be the intention?) it feels like you don't care who writes the idea so long as it's written by someone, right.

and i don't think any writer wants to feel like they're just a text generator or an ai bot that you can kind of plug any request into and they'll write it?? if that makes sense?

in terms of what to do -- i think there's a good few layers to this:

if it seems like no one is writing your requests, consider if the req is too perhaps too vague? or maybe its too specific? for me, personally, i like reqs that aren't huge paragraphs long bc then it kind of feels like you've already written the fic in my askbox, if you know what i mean? LOL but then again, i know some writers who really like that kind of specificity ! so it just depends on the writer.

there are plenty of writers who don't have english as their first language!!! it doesn't stop them from writing or being writers!!! haha if you've got an idea and you wanna put into the world, then do it! all it takes is practice! and who knows, you might find that you really love writing!

when i go through my requests, i'm always more inspired by the ones that make it clear that the requester is at least somewhat of an active reader of my fics? if that makes sense? like for instance, i'm a lot more likely to write/answer a req that's like about college roommate!vi or like carmech!vi or hockey!vi x figure skater!reader bc a) those are au's that i've written so i'm more invested in them already and b) it means the person requesting has read and liked one or more of those things and wants to see more of it!

but that doesn't mean you've always gotta request like extensions of stuff that ppl have written (i know some ppl dont like being asked for pt2s either) but if a req says something like "i feel like you'd be really into this concept" or like "this idea reminds me of ur writing" or something like that where it's just obvious that the person on the other end is asking you specifically because they like your writing

i think the biggest point in all this is: treat your writers like you would treat your friends! imagine if u got a text that's asking specifically u to go out and have dinner and u think that it's just gonna be u and ur friend, and you get all nice and dressed and are very excited to catch up with this friend, and then you get to dinner, and there's like 4 other ppl there who might or might not be friends with you too? and when ur like "hey what gives" ur friend is like "oh i just wanted to have dinner tonight, i didn't care with who!" like... that doesn't make u feel good ukno?

you could also try making just like a bullet-point list of ideas and putting it in the character x reader tag and just be like 'hey writers !! i have these ideas and they're up for adoption!!!' or something like that, and see if anyone takes you up on it! just make it clear that you're putting the ideas out into the world and that you'd love it if someone could write them!

i hope that kind of explains where at least i as a writer is coming from! and that some of those suggestions help!! pls feel free to come chat more about it if you want! :)