#I never delete inbox prompts

[case-of-traxits]

-chinhands- Reeve / Genesis, any age(s)

soulmate au prompts bc I'm trouble: the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

Omg.  Look you. You know how I feel about this ship.  This is not even a rarepair; this is a MICROSHIP.  This is a dinghy that you and I are both sitting in, flailing at each other about.  That's exactly why you prompted this. T_T  

I wanted this to be fluffy so bad. I'm so bad at fluff. Anyway. This is the first part of three. I'll be posting the next bit in about a week. <3

[Prompted from this post.]

Take Me from the Dark (I ain't gonna make it myself) Part 1/3: Dreaming

Word count: 1979 words. Content Notes: Soulmate AU. Characters: Reeve Tuesti/Genesis Rhapsodos. Soundtrack: "Take Me With You," by alixe. & LucidDream. Summary: Soulmates see through one another's eyes when they dream. Reeve and Genesis come of age to have their first dreams.

The dreams started when Reeve was sixteen.  At first, they were brief— just flashes really— glimpses into a life that wasn't his own.  One with grass and trees and people that Reeve had never met.  He knew, of course, that it meant his match was out there somewhere, and that if he was dreaming of apples glinting in the daylight (and he could smell them, crisp and sharp and sweet), it meant his soulmate was probably on the other side of the world somewhere.

It was the only way the time zones lined up, after all.

He supposed it was luckier than most because all too often if soulmates were in the same time zone, they only saw each other's dreams.  At least with the difference, he got to see something more.

Dutifully, every time he woke up, no matter where he was, he wrote down the details that he could remember.  So he wrote notes to himself about parents who shouted over breakfast (and on those nights, he woke with anger so hot in his chest that it nearly burned) and about dark purple apples that shone like diamonds in the morning light and about a boy with black hair who whispered about leaving and going to Midgar.

And he wondered what his soulmate dreamed about.

( Posted on AO3 )

[gingerbreadmonsters]

ginger, cracking an eyelid and thinking about opening requests for a little bit? its more likely than you think 👀👀

[puck-luck]

1K Celly Event!

Welcome to my 1K Celly! I hit 1,000 followers in mid-October (about 6 months after I started this account– WOW) and I felt so honored and loved that I wanted to do an event to pay you all back for your support these past few months.

I have never done a celly event before, so I modeled this one after @theemporium's 10K celly event. In the graphic below, I chose 25 dialogue prompts that will be the inspiration for the blurbs I will write at your request. I utilized these prompt lists (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8) to compile my favorites, so credit to these creators for those!

For this celly event, all you have to do is pick a player, a "suit," and a prompt. All of that information can be found in this graphic:

Welcome to Andy's Casino! Place your bets at the pit and I'll get to work! [code: send me your requests in my inbox]. I hope you enjoy your stay and don't gamble all your cash away ;)

(Note: there's no actual money involved. I just think I'm funny when I talk on theme. Unless y'all want to start sending me bribes to complete your blurbs and requests faster.... I would be interested in that........)

I do not have a timeline for these blurbs yet, so requests will open NOW and the deadline is November 3. Any requests sent after November 3rd for this event WILL BE DELETED. I will likely start writing these blurbs once I finish my planned fics– which hopefully will not take that long. (Although, as of October 23, there are 12 more oneshots for me to finish.)

Love you guys! All completed blurbs will be posted down below!

hughes!sister x tz: fluffy lazy night in after Frozen Frenzy (blurb req. by 1,000th follower)

mattias samuelsson 18♦️

trezor zegras 1♣️

luke hughes 10♣️

cole caufield 13❤

cole caufield 22♠️

luke hughes 8♣️

luke hughes 25♦️

mattias samuelsson 21♠️

jack hughes 5♣️

trevor zegras 8♣️

jack hughes 15♠️

quinn hughes 14❤

quinn hughes 9♦️

jack hughes 18❤

jack hughes 24♣️

luke hughes 25❤

quinn hughes 6♣️

trevor zegras 7❤

jack hughes 26♣️

cole caufield 11♠️

quinn hughes 26♦️

luke hughes 1❤

jack hughes 21♣️

quinn hughes 7❤

matt rempe 7♦️

quinn hughes 23♣️

trevor zegras 4♣️

luke hughes 11♠️

mattias samuelsson 23❤

jack hughes 25♣️

jack hughes 21♠️

quinn hughes 24♦️

mattias samuelsson 9♣️

quinn hughes 16♦️

trevor zegras 4❤

luke hughes 26♠️

luke hughes 13♣️

jack hughes 26❤

jack hughes 12♣️

nico hischier 16❤

cole caufield 5♣️

jack hughes 17♣️

cole caufield 24 ♣️

quinn hughes 18♦️

jack hughes 14❤

[camficdiner]

hiii, could i have 1.1 2.12 3.4 (corruption) 4.2 plss !!

☕️Cam’s fic diner — order 023 

💌 Thank you!

To the lovely fan who said: “Corruption kink please!! He’s obsessed, not the other way around 🫶” — you got it. Hope this gets you looking at your favorite player a little differently tonight. 🍒

Tips keep the diner open: ko-fi.com/camficdiner

Enjoy your meal love, hope you’re as delulu as me 

-your favorite server 

💬 "Little Fangirl"

✨details and prompts 

• character: Jack Hughes

• prompt:  you’re a fan, but he’s obsessed

• word count: ~1.5k

• type: smut, corruption kink, praise kink, mirror play, dom!Jack, possessive obsession, soft aftercare

✨🍒🛼🧁

You’re not a fanpage girl. Not really.

You don’t post thirst edits. You don’t make memes. You don’t even tag your main.

But you write.

You write so much.

You created a blog just for it. A separate Tumblr, tucked away under a fake name, where you post stories about Jack Hughes doing unspeakable things.

Sometimes soft. Mostly not.

The one that exploded? A fic where he bends a shy little reader over in front of a mirror and corrupts her until she cries.

You tagged it #jack hughes smut, #mirror kink, and #corruption kink

You thought you were safe.

You were wrong.

He finds it.

You don’t know how.

All you know is that one night, your inbox lights up with a message from an account that’s never interacted with you before:

“mirror fic. 4.2k. too short.”

You freeze.

“hot, though.”

“you got the crying part right.”

“but i don’t talk like that.”

Your heart slams into your ribs. Your hands go clammy.

You stare at the screen for ten minutes before replying:

“Do I know you?”

The next message is audio.

You hit play.

“You should. You’ve written about my cock enough.”

Jack.

Fucking.

Hughes.

You delete the blog.

You deactivate the burner.

You take a cold shower and scream into a pillow and try to pretend none of it happened.

And then, a few days later, he messages you again. From a real account this time.

Just three words:

“Come over. Now.”

And for some goddamn reason, you go.

-----

The hotel room is nice. Too nice. Quiet, except for the pounding of your pulse in your ears. The air smells like expensive cologne and new linens. The mirror — the mirror — is already pulled out from the wall and propped by the bed.

He planned this.

Jack closes the door behind you. You don’t move.

He doesn’t smile. Just stalks forward, one hand in his pocket.

“You look exactly how I pictured you,” he says. “All flushed and innocent and trembling.”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

He tilts his head. “What? No bratty little narrator lines for me?”

“Jack—”

“I read everything,” he cuts in. “Every. Fucking. Word.”

He steps closer.

“You’ve never been touched, have you?”

You shake your head.

His voice drops: “But you wrote like you had.”

He exhales. His eyes rake over your body, slow and hungry.

“You wrote that I’d be the first. You made that up.”

A beat. You whisper, “No.”

His jaw clenches. “No?”

“I meant it,” you say, barely audible. “It was always… it was always you.”

Jack laughs once. It’s dark.

“Fuck.”

—

The first kiss steals your breath.

He doesn’t ease in. He devours — hands on your waist, mouth firm and claiming. You whimper. He presses you against the door, tongue sliding against yours, fingers gripping like he wants to leave bruises.

“You think writing about me means you know what this feels like?” he pants. “Let’s find out.”

—

He undresses you slowly. Too slowly. Fingertips brush over your stomach, your thighs, the back of your neck. You shiver with every movement.

When he pulls the shirt over your head, he doesn’t drop it. He holds it to his face, breathes in.

“This what you were wearing when you wrote it?” he asks. “When you came up with that little scene?”

You nod.

“Jesus,” he mutters, and throws it aside.

—

He gets you in front of the mirror.

Kneels behind you. Palms your thighs, spreads your legs with his hands.

“Look,” he whispers.

You do.

You see your reflection — bare, blushing, uncertain.

“You wrote about this. Remember?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

You whisper, “I wrote about you touching me in front of a mirror.”

“Exactly.” He strokes between your legs, slow and firm. “Let’s make sure you got the pacing right.”

He circles your clit through your panties. You gasp.

“You write like you know what this feels like.”

“I—I don’t.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I can tell.”

He pulls the fabric aside. Dips a finger inside.

You moan. Cling to his wrist.

“Shh,” he says. “Just getting started.”

—

He lays you on the bed after he’s already made you come twice on his fingers — once with his mouth on your neck, once with his mouth between your legs.

You’re already wrecked. Tears in your lashes. Legs trembling.

Jack smiles down at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.

“Still with me?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Good.” He kisses you. “Because now I’m gonna give you what you really wrote about.”

He rolls a condom on. Lines himself up. Pauses.

“You ready?”

You nod. And nod. And nod.

“Tell me,” he says. “Say you want it.”

“I want it,” you gasp. “I want you, Jack.”

His eyes flutter closed. “Fuck.”

He presses in. Slow. Deep.

Your back arches. Your hands find his shoulders. You let out a sob — overwhelmed and split open and full.

“Shh, baby,” he whispers. “I know. It’s a lot.”

He stills halfway in. Brushes your hair back.

“You’re doing so good,” he says. “Such a good girl for me.”

He kisses you — sweet, soft.

“Look at us,” he whispers. “You and me. Just like you wrote it.”

You open your eyes.

The mirror’s right there.

You see the stretch. His cock inside you. Your body, trembling and undone beneath him. His fingers laced with yours.

“Oh my god—”

“Yeah,” he grits. “Feels real now, doesn’t it?”

—

He starts to move.

Slow at first. Careful. Letting you adjust.

Then faster. Harder.

He grabs your chin, makes you look at the mirror.

“Watch it.”

“Jack—”

“Watch me ruin you.”

—

The filth spills from his lips in rhythm with each thrust:

“This is what you wanted.”

“You’re mine now.”

“Gonna write about this later?”

“Gonna write about how I made you come screaming my name?”

Your orgasm builds again — faster this time. More intense.

He sees it. Feels it.

“Touch yourself,” he growls. “Show me what a good little writer you are.”

You do. And when you fall apart beneath him, he fucks you through it — praises you through it — holds you through it.

“You’re perfect,” he pants. “So fucking perfect.”

—

When it’s over, he pulls you into his chest, kisses your temple, and wraps the blanket around your bodies.

You’re quiet. Shaky.

He brushes your cheek.

“You okay?” he whispers.

You nod.

Jack smiles.

Then, casually: “Post the fic again.”

You blink. “What?”

He nuzzles into your neck.

“Unhide it. Add a note.”

You swallow. “What kind of note?”

His grin is wicked.

“Say the real thing was better.”

[oraclekleo]

Special Tiny Tarot Game

(Always check status for the game on my blog, not just in reblogs.)

Status: CLOSED

Hello my dear Kleotics and random visitors of this blog!

We have had a little poll and the outcome was pretty clear.

That's why I'm announcing this special edition of tiny tarot game. It's not going to be regular thing. 😊

I would love for my devoted Kleotics to have an opportunity to participate in this game so there will be some rules to make sure I don't receive a bunch of new anon asks from people who will never even check my response. 😂

Some rules:

NSFW game - minors do not engage!

Anons ARE NOT allowed this time

I'll pull only one card for each ask

Requirements: Be a follower of my blog, Like this post, Comment on this post with a tongue emoji (👅), Tell me your name or nickname in the ask, Tell me which one of my readings you liked the best (can be a specific game, PAC or Celebrity reading) and Why you liked it, State your favourite colour

Request ONLY through inbox (no DMs)

Tarot isn't a science and this whole game is for entertainment only, I can never guarantee any of it

I don't read energies, I don't meddle with yours or anybody else's

Do NOT call my readings future spouse readings! Even if they refer to love life, they are not future spouse readings and I never call them as such so don't try to rephrase my prompts, please

Feedback is MANDATORY this time

You can also take on the challenge and pull a card for Kleo with the same question to practice your own tarot skills - I will give feedback or discuss the results with you

PLEASE READ THE INSTRUCTIONS CAREFULLY, ASKS THAT DON'T FOLLOW THE REQUIREMENTS WILL BE DELETED, I WON'T RESPOND TO THEM TELLING YOU TO CORRECT YOUR ASK.

Click on Keep reading to see this game's prompt!

My Near Future Love Life!

I'll pull a card to tell you some specific details about your future love life. The message is going to be NSFW one, might be vanilla or very spicy, depending on your card.

It's not a future spouse reading! If any of you call it that, I'll delete your ask!

Ready... Steady... Go!

[archangeldyke-all]

HIIII. I’m gonna like try one last time to make a request cause I understand you said there’s something up with your inbox and idk if like tumblr keeps eating mine but anyways—

How about sevika with a reader who’s fucking hilarious/super nice and makes her laugh but when it comes to actually being alone with sevika they are horrible at eye contact and are like supppperrr shy and embarrassed.

Especially like during their first time together (✂️✂️), THE GIRL CANT EVEN SPEAK.

I wonder if sevika would be patient- or if she would be the one to say she’s inlove first.

Idk but it’s up to you to answer this so ofc as alwayyyssss I hope you have annnn amazing day!

tumblr always manages to delete the cutest fucking suggestions thank u for sending this in again omg

men and minors dni

you're the life of the fucking party. no matter you go, you manage to make a friend. you've always got people laughing, you've always got a funny story to tell, and you can keep a conversation with a brink fucking wall. sevika thinks you're fucking amazing, the funniest person she's ever met.

she also thinks you hate her.

when you're alone with sevika, you're completely silent.

she thinks you've got something against her, and she's desperate to make it up to you somehow.

which leads to her being extraordinarily nice to you. which only leads to you being more awkward and standoffish around her.

you can't fucking help it. she's the most attractive woman you've ever met, you just can't help how tongue tied and shy you get around her.

it takes you guys a long fucking time to figure it out.

six months-- six months of sevika being incessantly nice to you, and you basically being silent to her-- and sevika finally gets fed up.

"look-- i don't know what i did to you-- but can you please just fucking tell me so i can figure out a way to make it up to you?" she asks one night at the bar. ran just left-- leaving you and sevika to sit in the typical awkward silence that follows the two of you around.

you blink at her. "what are you talking about?" you ask. she groans.

"oh for fuck's sake! you never fucking talk to me! i've seen you hold conversations with toddlers longer than you hold conversations with me! i don't get it! what did i do to you that makes you so fucking quiet around me?" she asks. you blink again, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"y-you haven't done anything--"

"--oh bullshit--"

"--except be very attractive." you finish. sevika freezes, your sentence catching up to her. you bite your lip. "you're... incredibly hot. it... kinda makes my brain... mush." you finish.

sevika blinks at you in shock for about five seconds, before a cocky smirk ticks up at the corner of her mouth. "is that so?" she asks, sitting back in her seat and eyeing you in an entirely new light. you gulp.

"shut up." you mutter. sevika chuckles.

"oh... this is fucking amazing." she says, grinning at you.

the first time you guys fuck, you keep trying to hide your face behind your hands. sevika fucking loves it, laughing down at you and smacking your hands away as she grinds her cunt against yours.

"show me that pretty fuckin' face, baby." she says. you whimper.

"s-sev." you whisper. she chuckles.

"fuck happened to you, huh? where'd all those words go? y' were talking up a storm earlier to silco-- makin' fun of me all night long-- what happened?" she asks.

you just whine. she laughs evilly, then ducks down to press her lips against yours.

she never stops teasing you about your uncharacteristic shyness around her. ever.

even when you're trying to tell her you love her.

"w-would you stop looking at me like that?" you ask. sevika smirks. she's got you on her lap, her hands on your waist. you had told her you wanted to tell her something important, and she had sat the two of you on the couch like this, as if her thumbs drawing circles on your hips wouldn't distract you at all.

"keep going... 'we've been dating for a few months now'...?" she prompts, starting where you had left of before she started smirking at you like that.

"w-we've been dating for a while and i-i wanted to tell you that..." you trail off again, your eyes locked on where her tongue is licking across the top row of her teeth as she grins.

"that?" she asks. you sigh shakily, and sevika chuckles.

"you're a fucking asshole." you mumble. she bursts into laughter and darts forward to kiss your lips.

"ouch, babe." she says. you roll your eyes at her. "you shoulda told me that before we spent so much time together-- woulda saved you a whole lotta trouble."

"fuck off." you grunt. she pinches you hip and you huff.

"c'mon, tell me." she says. "i'll stop." she promises, miming zipping her lips shut. you roll your eyes at her and look away.

"i love you." you mumble.

sevika's quiet for a moment, and you gulp. then, her finger is under your chin, guiding you to look back at her.

she's grinning, and your anxiety melts away.

"i love you too." she says.

your stomach does a somersault, and you lean forward to bury your face against her shoulder. "oh fuck." you mumble. she chuckles, her hand coming up to rub your back.

"you're so fucking cute it kills me a bit." she says. you huff against her.

"i hate what you do to me." you groan.

"oh yeah? because last night you seemed to like it quite a--"

"shut up sevika!" you cry. she just laughs.

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[monstersandmaw]

Anon I'm sorry - I deleted your ask from the Tumblr inbox by accident but luckily it went to my emails too :)

I never mind it when people send me prompts or characters/ideas to consider! I can't always do anything about it (which you obviously appreciate from the tone of your ask), but I do always enjoy reading your interests and wants for future stories.

I'd definitely include another werewolf with a stutter! I also have a stammer, but it's not as marked as Alfie's one, so I'm glad you felt seen by it.

I've actually been developing yet another new universe, and I think I've found the perfect wolf character to fit your desires, except it's not a modern fantasy universe, so there won't be a werewolf with a stammer in the Full Moon Motorcycle universe (though there is a shy and grumpy one called Theo, who's Hank's nephew). I hope you're happy with that compromise?

This new universe is one where werewolves and shifters are not generally known. The prince of the kingdom has recently established his own, elite group of soldiers among the royal Army, known as the Direwolf Guard. Each elite soldier lives at the barracks and trains particularly in their specialism, and they are assigned to a unit of other elite guards/soldiers. In the barracks there is a huge compound/area where the Direwolves live. The population at large believes these creatures are highly intelligent animals, bred for war, but that they are animals only. The truth is that they're shifters - able to take a human form, and with the intelligence and emotions of a human...

The soldiers of the Direwolf Guard are given the opportunity to work with and interact with the werewolves, going on missions together etc. but some may form a bond or a soul-deep connection with each other, which allows them to feel what the other feels, and, with time, even communicate telepathically. A bond cannot be forced, and it doesn't have to be romantic. It's just something that happens.

I've got a bunch of characters lined up but I'll 100% include your suggestion in this universe! Thank you :)

[salty-croissants]

Bullfrog and Rayman/Ramon x fem reader : trying on their clothes

Thank you @elyn-27 for the request !

This ask wouldn’t show up in my inbox anymore for some reason - either I deleted it by accident or my Tumblr is going bonkers … sorry for the inconvenience ! Luckily I had a screenshot saved ;C;

Anyway this is such a cute prompt , I ended up getting inspired and wrote three mini stories for the boys based on it :D 

Hope it all turned out okay ! 

Details : use of female reader ;

established relationships ; 

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

< Hmm … c'est bizarre … didn’t I put it here yesterday ? > 

After searching in the drawer for a few more seconds , Bullfrog finally closed it , very puzzled : he always took good care of his assassin uniform , and yet that morning it just wasn’t in the usual place he placed it .

Maybe you remembered ? 

< y/n ? Have you seen my - > 

Then , as soon as he walked in the living room he finally saw you … and a smile illuminated his face when he realized what you were wearing . 

< Ah , so that’s where my uniform went … >

< Oh - hello sweetie ! 

Sorry I uh … I was just looking at it this morning , and I thought it would be fun to try it on , but I can give it back to you right away if you need … it … > 

The moment you felt Bullfrog’s hands gently caressing your cheeks , all while staring at you lovingly with those beautiful eyes of his , you couldn’t help but blush …

< Non , you can keep it until I need to leave , it looks really good on you mon amour ~ > 

He then left a kiss on your forehead before heading off to gather all he needed for the upcoming mission …

It was in those sweet little moments the two of you shared that you fully realized just how much you loved that frog , and just how much he loved you back .

Rayman 🧡

You had decided to try on Rayman’s suit that morning out of sheer curiosity , mostly because you were looking forward to see his reaction : 

you knew that your boyfriend had been very , very busy during the past weeks , so you eventually came up with a little surprise for him that would hopefully cheer him up a bit .

You were sure that he was still asleep since it was pretty early , but when you suddenly felt his hands around your waist you realized that he had figured out what you were doing …

< Well well , don’t you look gorgeous in my suit , darling ? ~ > 

You chuckled , blushing at his compliment while holding his hands in yours …

Classic Rayman , he never missed an opportunity to remind you how beautiful you were to him .

< Aw , you really think so Ray ? 

I’ll give it back to you if you need it , but - > 

< Don’t worry , there’s plenty of time before I gotta leave for work , and besides … > 

When you turned around to look at him , Rayman didn’t waste the opportunity to lean forward to kiss you .

< … a few more minutes spent with you is all I could ever ask for y/n ~ > 

< Pfft … okay , you’re just trying to flatter me now ~ > 

He chuckled in response , and you gladly accepted his lips on yours again , happy to see that he seemed to be way more at ease than before .

He was always working so hard … he really deserved a small break from it all , and since you were like a safe corner for Rayman he always treasured those precious moments with you . 

Ramon 🖤

Ramon didn’t even question where his coat went :

he didn’t forget about your adorable habit of wearing his clothes , so he just walked back to your shared room , watching you huddle close to it with your eyes closed until you noticed your boyfriend staring at you from the entrance …

< Oh - hey Ram —

Sorry … your coat is just so cozy and warm , I couldn’t resist … > 

< Nah , you don’t have to be sorry y/n … > 

He sat next to you on the bed , his hand reaching up to caress the back of your neck ,

< You do look real pretty in it ~ > 

< You really think so … ? >

< Mhm … > 

It wasn’t long before your faces leaned closer and closer , until your lips met in quite a few passionate kisses … which eventually lead you two to lie down in bed for a while longer , just cuddling and enjoying each other’s company …

< Tell me , was wearing my coat an elaborate plan to cuddle some more ? ~ > 

<; *gasp* , whaat ? No ! 

… 

Yeah , maybe … but it worked out well for both , didn’t it ? ~ > 

< Heh … yeah . > 

You watched Ramon snuggle closer to your chest , letting out a soft sigh as you used his coat to cover him up .

< I love you so much , y/n … I really needed this . Thank you . > 

He didn’t have an easy sleep last night , tormented like always by the horrible thought of Eden hurting the both of you …

But at least he had you with him to bring him some joy , even by doing something as small as trying on his clothes .

< I love you too honey … I’ll always be there for you , no matter what happens . > 

Hearing you whisper those words in his ear was enough to make all the tension in Ramon’s body melt away …

He really was lucky to have someone as special as you in his life .

[overwhelmedfernfrond]

How likely are you to be exhausted? And what's your average number of Asks in your inbox?

I am very likely to be exhausted. The probability of my state at any given time being exhaustion is high 😭

Right now I have 73 Asks in my inbox butttt lots of those are you spamming song lyrics (/lh)

The way I see it there are never enough Asks in there, I love having them, it feels like mail :)

Usually I have like 7-10 in there at any given time, which are usually either scams (which I ignore and delete) or writing prompt requests I haven’t gotten around to writing yet :)

[uraharashouten]

So I noticed this morning that I have over 500 old asks in my inbox.

How did I get here?

Oddball anonymous prompts of strange happenings (probably from personals who wanted to engage)

Asks from muns eager to start a new unplotted thread, for which I did not have the headspace

Asks from memes I posted but got tired of answering

Asks I always aspired to answer, but have never found the energy or inspiration

Asks I never really intended to answer, but kept around because I felt guilty deleting them

Privately answered asks that were sent to acknowledge an ask had been answered in a new post

So... time to Marie Kondo my ask box.

It's unkind to ghost people and leave them hanging, so going forward, it will be my policy to communicate about asks, just to let people know they’ve been received, and if I have any issues with answering them.

But first, I’m going to comb through the backlog and answer some old ones. So if you've ever sent me an ask and wondered what happened to it, you have until Sunday to message me, and we can have a conversation about mutual interest.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

You hate me? You hate poor little Silly anon? You remove my rq from yyou inbox :( (very much /j of course) Lucky I have the tumblr outbox extension hehehehehehe (i mean i remembered anyways but still :3 ) This was what I sent: "If you're uhhh still taking the MTT flash-fic RQs. May I ask 14 + Cry (or tears)? No pressure of course :3"

i'm so sorry silly anon for deleting your asks waaaaaaaaaaa

please accept this as my apology..........

14. w.d.y.w.f.m? - the neighborhood

Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be But what if it's you, and it wasn't me? What do you want from me? What do you want from me?

aaaaaand i'm gonna add another song, just because this delicious prompt reminds me of its existence too >:3

cry for me (english ver.) - twice

I want you to cry, cry for me The way I cried for you, baby, cry for me Make your rain fall, cry for me But again Somehow you keep me goin' round and round All the walls I built around me come crashin' down Makin' excuses, gotta drown 'em out I want you to, I want you to, I want you to die for me

PROMPT: CRY

⚠️ so just a warning: this thing is heavy, okay? like, i think even heavier than the horrordust one i did before, so mind the tags here ⚠️

(cw: toxic relationship, implied self-harm, verbal abuse, probably ooc - they're all assholes in here)

the door slams open, the sound reverberating through the apartment like a gunshot. murder stumbles in, face flushed purple, a stagger in his walk. he smells of booze and fire. his jacket is torn, some parts charred. and yet, there’s a manic look on his face when he stares into the eyes of horror and killer, who are rushing to the hallway to see what the commotion is about.

“what the-” horror says, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowed. “murder, what the hell did you do now?”

murder lets out a sharp, humorless laugh, throwing his jacket on the floor with more force than necessary. “what the hell did i do?” he echoes, his tone wild and shaky. “i survived, horror. barely. isn’t that what you wanted?” his gaze darts from horror to killer, who leans against the wall all nonchalant. “for me to barely keep living while you both stand there and watch the show?”

killer looks murder up and down, his mouth curved downwards. “you’re drunk,” he says flatly. “and stupid, apparently.”

“yeah? and you’re an unfeeling statue,” murder snaps, his voice rising as he points a finger at killer. “you always sit there on the sidelines, watching, like none of this matters. like i don’t matter.”

horror steps forward, placing himself between them. turning to murder, he says, “ok, you need to calm down. you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“oh, i already tried that.” murder’s words come out bitterly, his lips curling into a manic grin. “almost drove myself off the cliff. you should’ve seen it – it was spectacular.”

horror scowls. “that’s not funny, murder.”

“what? so making jokes about killing others is fine, but you draw the line at my attempt to off myself?” murder spits, his bi-colored eyes blazing and wild. “maybe i should do this more if this is the only way to make you care!”

“we do care!” horror says quickly, the words coming too fast. “i care, okay? you don’t have to throw that in my face every time something goes wrong.”

murder laughs, a sharp and broken sound. “that’s rich coming from you. you’re so good at tearing me apart with your words, but the second i need you to actually be there, you disappear.”

“what?” horror clenches his fists, his soft tone swiftly gone. “why do think that’s the case, huh? i can barely breathe around you without you demanding more, like i’m some kind of bottomless pit.”

“because you never give me anything!” murder screams, leaning into horror’s space, his chest heaving. his eyes brim with tears of frustration. “i am drowning, horror! i am bleeding out for you, and all you give me is venom instead of a cure! what the hell do you even want from me?!”

“i want you to stop acting like you’re the only hurt one here!” horror’s voice booms in the cramp space. for a moment, the apartment feels like it might collapse under the weight of their shouting. “you think it’s easy for me?! to care about someone like you?! someone who’s all or nothing, who’s willing to break your own arm just to make a point?!”

“i wouldn’t have to hurt myself if you’d meet me halfway!” murder shouts back, his voice cracking. “i’d die for you, sans. for both of you. and all i get is this- this emptiness!”

horror flinches, his jaw tightening as his glare softens for just a moment. he looks away from murder’s fiery gaze. “i’ve never asked you to kill yourself for us. but,” he squints at murder’s slightly smaller form, “you don’t know how to do anything else, do you?”

killer sighs, finally stepping forward. “maybe if you both stopped shouting long enough to say what you need, this wouldn’t be a disaster.”

murder whirls on him in an instant, laughing bitterly. “oh, great. killer, the voice of reason. except, you never do a damn thing to help!”

“i’m not the one constantly crashing out and sleeping around just because i can’t handle my emotions,” killer replies coolly, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“angel, you’re both impossible!” murder screams, his hands holding his skull as if he wants to break it apart. “do you even want this?! do you even care – either of you?!”

horror hesitates, his mouth opening and closing like he wants to say something but unable to. killer, as always, is the first to answer.

“i care enough to stay,” killer says, his tone even and detached. “that’s more than you give me credit for.”

“that’s not enough!” murder screams, tears spilled over. he shrinks into himself, his body trembling with the force of his sobs. “i can’t be the only one who feels this! i can’t be the only one who cries, who loves, who bleeds in this forsaken relationship!”

horror steps forward hesitantly, his hand twitching but not daring to touch the vibrating ball that is murder. “sans…” he starts, his voice softening. “i… i don’t know how to fix this.”

“then why are we even doing this?” murder whispers, his voice full of anguish and desperation. he looks up at both of them with his tear-streaked face. “why do i even love you when it’s killing me?”

neither of them answers. the silence blankets all of them, heavy and suffocating.

after a while, murder wipes at his face, breaking the fragile quiet. “it doesn’t matter, does it…? this is all i deserve. all i’ll ever have, like you said.” he laughs, a manic sound. “stars, i just wish…” he hiccups, as another sob threatens to tear through his vocal cords again. “i just wish you’d cry for me. just once. just like i do for you.”

horror looks away, gritting his teeth, while killer stares down at murder, face unreadable. and murder realizes, with a sinking feeling in his nonexistent stomach, that they never will.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Request

This request came in on my other blog from @mogami-13 and somewhere along the way it ended up deleted from my inbox there. I'm glad I had already copied it into a word doc, so hopefully you see it! It isn't quite the quote you were probably thinking, but I had to make it work for this situation, so I hope you like it still! Prompt: If you are still doing the asks, I just had a brilliant idea. So you know at the end of legally blonde where Elle brings up the rules of hair care? I need that quote with a Steve rescuing Eddie and Dustin from the bat tornado with a lighter and hairspray…

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There was no way they’d win.

Steve realized it the moment he was being choked by vines against the wall of the Creel house.

But they had to at least get out alive so they could all regroup.

When the vines suddenly let them go, Steve had a sinking feeling in his gut that someone had done something stupid.

That someone had lost.

“We have to go!” he yelled to Robin and Nancy, hoping they would follow him quickly.

They didn’t have time. They may have already run out of it.

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Running into the trailer park confirmed some of what Steve was thinking.

The bats were circling something, someone, and he already had a terrible gut feeling that that someone was Eddie.

That Eddie would have never let Dustin be in this position.

That Eddie was going to die.

He could hear him yelling, damn near screaming as the bats continued to dive towards him.

Steve couldn’t quite make out his entire body, but saw him desperately trying to stab at them with his homemade spear.

“Find Dustin,” Steve said to Robin. He turned to Nancy. “Use every bullet you have left on these things.”

“What are you gonna do?” she asked as Robin rushed towards the trailer that had been mostly boarded up.

“The bat is all I’ve got, but it’s better than letting him do this alone.”

They were missing fire.

They needed fire.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled as he got closer, smacking a bat midair when it tried to attack him.

“Steve, go! Just get out!” Eddie yelled back, sounding completely terrified.

“You’re not doing something stupid on my watch!” Steve yelled back.

The fight turned into a blur as he heard a handful of gunshots go off, a few bats falling, but still alive.

Eddie had managed to skewer one on his spear, but while he tried to fling it off, another one started wrapping itself around his middle.

Eddie’s scream echoed through the trailer park, and Steve froze.

That was a scream that happened right before death, right before someone’s last moments.

Steve wasn’t letting that happen.

“I’m out!” Nancy yelled.

“Go find hairspray and a lighter!” Steve yelled as he managed to beat two more bats away from him and Eddie.

He knew Nancy hated taking orders, but he also knew she was smart enough to know they didn’t have time to question anything.

They were used to working through emergencies with very few resources, with their plans not working.

“Steve!”

Steve would never forget the way Eddie yelled his name.

It was like he used what little remaining energy he had, like he was asking for help while knowing it was already too late.

Steve saw a flash of something out of the corner of his eyes, movement by the trailer that could have been more bats or could have been Nancy coming to help.

“Eddie, don’t give up, please,” Steve begged as he swung his bat. “Dustin would never forgive you. I would never forgive you.”

Maybe it was harsh, maybe he could have said something else to get him to keep fighting, but he knew it had to be at least a little effective when he saw another bat get speared on his stick.

His arms were getting tired, and he knew Eddie’s must have been too.

“Found some!” Nancy yelled to them.

Steve ran towards her, not wanting to waste any time waiting for her to get to them and risk the bats taking a bite out of her, too.

It was a large can of hairspray, thank God, but it wasn’t completely full, which meant he needed to use it sparingly.

He held up the lighter and the hairspray, pointed towards the bats, and started to spray.

The first few bats fell quickly, shriveling up a bit as the flames ate at their skin.

But he couldn’t quite get to all of them.

He kept spraying a path to Eddie, needed to at least get everyone back into the trailer to go through the gate.

Eddie was on his knees, blood on his face and hands, struggling to keep the spear up, already dropping his makeshift shield.

He was pale, and Steve could tell just from the quick glance he gave that he would die down here if they didn’t move much faster.

“Nancy, I need you to walk Eddie to the trailer while I spray. Do you have any bullets left?”

“No, gun’s jammed,” she said.

“Of course it is,” he sighed. “Alright, help him up, I’ve got your back.”

Being down here was about trust, something that Steve didn’t have much of with Nancy, but it wasn’t an option right now.

It was trust each other or die.

It wasn’t easy; Eddie was already weak and continued to get weaker every moment. Nancy was doing all she could to keep him upright and moving forward.

Steve was using up all of the hairspray just trying to keep the bats away from them as they moved to the trailer.

He could tell he was running out, knew they wouldn’t quite have enough at their current pace.

He needed to switch with Nancy and carry Eddie or they’d all end up dead.

“Nance, need you to take this and I’ll take Eddie.”

Again, she trusted him. She didn’t argue, she just grabbed the lighter from him, nudged Eddie over to him, and grabbed the hairspray.

It went much faster with Eddie on his back.

Steve had to ignore the pained groans leaving Eddie’s mouth every time he got jostled, knew if he stopped now, they’d never make it.

“He’s bleeding!” Dustin yelled when they got inside.

“Go, Dustin!” Steve yelled as he heard Nancy shut the door.

It wouldn’t hold for long, and it would take some time to get Eddie through the gate.

“No, not without him.”

“Dustin, go, man,” Eddie said from over Steve’s shoulder.

His voice sounded weak, wet, like he was slowly swallowing his own blood.

Nancy pushed Dustin onto the chair and between her and Robin, they managed to get him through.

Robin went next, knew an adult would need to be on the other side to help catch Eddie.

“Steve, his eyes are closed,” Nancy whispered to him before trying to help him readjust in his arms to get him through the gate.

“Eds, stay with us. We’re so close,” Steve begged, not stopping his movements.

“Steve…” Nancy said, her hand on Eddie’s wrist.

“No! No, Nancy, he’ll be fine. Just help me get him through.”

She wordlessly helped keep Steve stable as he got on the chair.

Eddie’s blood was all over him, but he wasn’t going to stop.

Eddie wasn’t breathing, but he couldn’t let him stay here.

“See you on the other side, Eds.”

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The hospital room was empty except for Wayne in the corner, sleeping.

Steve refused to leave until Eddie woke up, so he was sitting by his bedside, hand on Eddie’s in case he woke up.

He hadn’t slept in the near 24 hours since they brought him here, hadn’t even gotten up to clean off in the bathroom in Eddie’s hospital room.

He was gross, and he knew the smell coming off of him was enough to make someone gag, but he wouldn’t leave.

He promised he wouldn’t leave him.

“You look like shit,” a raspy voice said.

Steve’s eyes zeroed in on where Eddie was smirking at him, eyes barely open.

“You and me both,” Steve said breathlessly.

“Well, my excuse is I almost died.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but bit back a sob.

“Wouldn’t have let that happen, Eds.”

Eddie searched his face for a moment before closing his eyes.

“Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for me, ya know,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Using hairspray and a lighter to save my life. How’d you know to do that?”

“The rules of haircare are simple: keep hairspray away from open flames unless you want fire,” Steve shrugged. “Was that really the most romantic thing someone’s done for you?”

“It’s tied with staying by my bedside until I wake up.”

Steve blushed.

“It’s alright, Stevie. I know you don’t mean it like that. Go home and rest,” Eddie said, sinking further into his pillow.

“What if I did mean it like that?”

Eddie’s eyes shot open.

“What?”

“Thought maybe we could go to the diner when you get out of this place. Sound okay?”

Eddie blinked slowly, his eyes still never fully opening from the drug induced haze.

“Eds?”

“Uh. Yep. We can do that.”

“Awesome.” Steve squeezed his hand once. “Oh, and if it’s okay with you, I think I’d like to kiss you when you’re awake next time. Just to make sure you know we’re on the same page.”

“Uh. Okay.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

Eddie slipped back into unconsciousness a minute later, and Steve finally let himself relax a little.

They may not have left with a total win, but he was leaving with a date.

[outlast-yume-imagine]

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[sinnabarmoth]

Straight to the point: I don't want to write for Caleb. Explanation under the cut.

Okay i've been kinda jokey about it since Caleb came out about how I'm not into him really but I'd still accept requests so long as I could go by his Chinese name Xia Yizhou. But I gotta be honest with myself, with every new thing I learn about this guy I dislike him more and more. Like I guess he's canonically like a fucking yandere now?

And don't get me wrong I like some dark romance, my AO3 history proves that, but I just do not like this guy. This is a flavor of dark romance I just do not mesh with. And I can tell that Caleb is gonna skyrocket with the dark romance girlies and I don't want to have to slog my way through prompts for him. I was being really open minded before but I figure life is very short and I don't want to spend it writing fanfic for a fictional guy I don't actively like.

So yeah. Great if you guys like him. All the power to you. I'm not here to judge or say you're wrong for liking him and whatever. I'd never do that. I'm into ABO, I have no fucking room to judge. But I'm not gonna write for this guy. There are plenty of other people on this hellsite we call home that will happily indulge you and I hope you are having fun with all the new content you are getting. I know you're eating well and I'm happy for you. Just please don't ask me for any.

If you had a Caleb ask in my inbox before I posted this I'm sorry but I won't be writing it. If you send me Caleb asks they will be deleted. He is going to be excluded from headcanon prompts from this point on. I'm protecting my peace and writing for the characters that I like.

[ruinix]

❀ Announcement ❀

Hello again. Another post in addition to this

Anyway, some new things:

Tags rework

#nhl x reader and #nhl imagine will remain, ofc. #dark will always be used. I have used it since my very first reblog of a dark fic to now that I am writing about it. It will forever be the huge umbrella for these fics. Like a general/universal tag. However I will be changing my reads/fic recommendation tag -> #ruinix recs. Why? Well, there are still a few reblogs that I have not deleted because 1, I can't get to it (Tumblr didn't show it when I first did my deepscroll when I try to delete them), 2, I just want a new slate for my own readings.

(Dark) fic format rework

Specifically, I am thinking how to put some time of lock in my dark fics. There are just four of then but oh well. The best way for me to be able to be comfortable to post them when I feel caged and locked. What I'm thinking about is putting a break right at the beginning, so I will be doing the shortest greeting and then put an immediate warning that it is a dark fic (no matter how shallow or deep in the trenches it is) and then a BREAK. Then my usual author's note and a more detailed warnining. Example: Hi. Dark fic below *line/content break* Insert my greetings and monologue. Insert banner. Insert my warnings. Insert fics. This will hopefully make sure that even if the fics go into a bigger tag of #quinn hughes or whomever tags. No one will read even the slightest snippets, including warnings of it.

New inbox rule to come: Request format

In addition to the #dark tag and fic format, I don't think there will ever be a way to put a content break into a request. So I am thinking of a new way to ask for a fic. Whether it's dark or fluff or whatever. I would like to request that you put a category first. [Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Dark]. Then request prompt. It can all stay within a full line. Example: Fluff. Insert prompt. However, with an exception to dark fics. I want to see a strikethrough of the request. Example: Dark content. Insert request. Yes, putting the request in a next line will be a must. While it is still very readable, it will be better. I will be making a separate post about this with, maybe, a title of "Requests Format".

Drabbles and Thinks

Dark fics will forever be in my #ruinix thinks tag. It will never be a full-out drabble for me because writing them exhausts me too. In a way, because when I write, it's always me that's the main character. Literally, even my other actual works with OC (not posted here and will never).

To end, I will still write. Just need a few hours to pick myself up.

[ask-the-meteor-crew]

FAQ Behind The Curtain

How do you draw so fast?

I'm currently double majoring in Animation and Creative Writing. I'm built different and also just, not trying very hard on most of these drawings. Drawing fast is kind of the backbone of animation and I've noticed coloring everything makes most people assume whatever line quality or level of finish on the outlines is a stylistic choice rather than laziness. What program do you use? I used Clip Studio Paint until about #021 when I picked up after haitus and used Procreate out of comfort and convenience. Do you use stock backgrounds or make them as you go? Every time I decide a scene needs a new background I draw it out in it's entirety and save it to my collection of backgrounds to use. So yeah, I'm not redrawing the background every single time it appears, I'm basically building out the meteor one room at a time in hopes of one day not having to draw backgrounds anymore. Where do you get the space photos? NASA's Hubble Space Telescope team has politely made all of the telescopes published photographs public domain, I imagine as a service to the planet as the intersection between photographers and people able to go that far into space is understandably zero. Font/Handwriting questions I stopped handwriting for most panels as I realized my best handwriting is all caps and it would be a shame if Karkat was the only character anyone could understand. I still use handwritten text for "special speech" which is whispers, and shouting, anything that's supposed to feel or sound radically different from the rest of the yapping. It did take me a while to settle on a font, I found a really good one for Dave that didn't have apostrophes and gave everyone else a typewriter font for a while, until I found the alternate version of the font I used for Dave that had all the special grammar symbols and numbers I could ever need. It's called the Atari font in the actual file but I have no idea if Atari ever actually used this version of it. Does the ask box ever close? When will my question be answered? It doesn't close and I have more questions than I'll probably ever answer. Some are confused about canon, others have had the core idea of their question asked multiple times already and I just didn't feel like collecting them all as screen shots. And some I just don't have answers for. Some get deleted because I don't like the tone, don't get the joke or found a typo particularly difficult to parse. No biggie. Questions will be answered if and when I feel like drawing a comic for it. Some questions are a better starting point for a comic than others, don't take it personally. Can the characters still talk to John and Jade? Can they run into them in the dream bubbles? According to canon, no. According to this blog, also no. Do you take magic anons? No. While I've gotten flimsy on the vlog framing device in order to make a more entertaining comic overall, the truth still remains that anything beyond messages in a digital inbox from some far off unspecified rift in paradox space would have some pretty immersion breaking implications on the setting overall. I know I answered a question offering Dave some clothes but the clothes were not given to him, I used it more as a prompt for him to take the clothes he already had out of the dryer. Is this blog safe for minors? This blog contains canon typical violence and themes, however when it comes to sexual content (the one thing minors absolutely CANNOT legally interact with) this blog is rated T for teen. Think like The Big Bang Theory or How I Met Your Mother. Sex can be implied and a frequent topic of conversation but never occurs on screen. Ultimately it's up to you and maybe your parents to decide if you can handle the blogs contents as you are responsible for curating your own online experience. TLDR if you're old enough to be on tumblr you should be fine.

How do I address the author?

My name is Sky, she/her pronouns exclusively. Please don’t try to hold conversations via the ask box. Just DM me.

Where do I send questions and comments for the author?

@meteor-crew-after-dark