#Might be a basic answer but idk I really like them

[moonyswarmsweaters]

what four animals do you find most interesting?

Thanks for the ask 💕

Turritopsis dohrnii

the immortal Jellyfish

it is so untresting to me how it can ‘regenerate’ forever

does it’s memories have any impact? Do they know they’re immortal?

How does it all work?

Yeah

[cerbreus]

meeting w the transfer admin went well!

[light-wrath-paradise]

No I am pretty sure it actually isn't the norm to make a movie poster for your My Hero Academia OCs but go off I guess

everyone should be weirder about their ocs more.

[ukyuo]

I have so many thoughts on this comic but i dont think i can put them into words very well rn.. just rambling to myself

[benevolentbones]

Haiii idk how to word this but basically season 10 spencer reid seeing reader in a backless dress nd hes all flustered but also really attracted to her ? idk if i worded this right sorryy

green dress | spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: mention of scar, uncomfortable body image! fem reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: thank you for your request!! i hope you enjoy this<3 requests still open, im getting through them! reblogs n comments always appreciated <3

you’ve always been insecure about how you looked in dresses, especially backless ones.

a year or so ago when you were out on the field, an unsub had managed to corner you and stabbed you in the back resulting in a scar a few inches long that rested between your shoulder blades.

even before the incident you weren’t keen on showing off much skin, but now the scar made you even more self-conscious.

you often found yourself shying away from outfits that revealed too much, particularly those that might expose the mark left behind from that encounter.

the fear of judgment and the constant reminder of that day made it difficult for you to feel confident in anything but the most modest clothing, so when you went out dress shopping, and penelope pulled out a backless dress she could immediately sense your discomfort.

you were out with penelope and emily, using your very rare day off to go dress shopping for agent rossi’s annual ball he liked to host in his mansion.

a frown graced your features as penelope held up a simple dark green satin dress with a plunged neckline and, of course, it was backless.

emily noticed your frown, turning around in one of the many dresses she had tried on in the last hour. this one was by far the nicest, it hugged her nicely and the shade of red complimented her striking features.

“c’mon y/n, you’ll look so good.” emily hummed, smoothing down the dress on her form as she looked in the mirror.

“i- i don’t know guys- you know that’s not really my style.”

“oh but it could be- just try it on please!” penelope practically begged, shoving the soft fabric into your arms. despite your dislike for showing off your body, you knew this would make the girls happy so you obliged, stepping into the changing room and drawing the curtain closed.

penelope and emily waited anxiously for your return, still adorned in the dresses they were also trying on. penelope opted for a bright pink number, with many layers of tulle, very much her style.

you slid the curtain back, taking a step out and shuffling awkwardly towards the mirror where the girls sat. their expressions ranged from shock to excitement, penelope had a huge grin on her red stained lips.

“you look perfect!” she squealed out, adjusting her thick framed glasses to get a better look at you.

emily nodded in agreement, her dark eyes scanning how the dress hugged your form. “wow..you’ll be the prettiest at the party.” she chuckled.

you stood in front of the mirrors, turning slightly so you could get a look at how the dress sat on you. you had to admit, it suited your figure well, accentuating your curves. you turned to see the back of the dress, it cut rather low, stopping just before the small of your back.

your eyes flickered up to the scar on your back, you instinctively rolled your shoulder blades back. “i- i don’t know…” you mumbled out under your breath.

penelope shook her head. “you look amazing- you have to get it.”

still uncertain you sighed, “i feel so exposed- im not used to this.”

emily glanced towards penelope, a smirk turning up on her lips before she spoke. “that’s spencer’s favourite colour you know..” she muttered out half casually.

instantly you could feel a rush of warmth spread to your cheeks, the thought of spencer seeing you at the party in a dress like this made you nervous. you shot emily a fake glare which she returned with a knowing smile.

“so….yes to the dress?” penelope quizzed, eyes wide as she waited for your answer. you paused for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“fine..”

~

it was the night of the party. guests were arriving, music was blaring, derek and spencer were standing near the punch bowl.

as you walked in, you could feel the buzz of excitement in the air. the soft fabric of the dress clung to your skin, making you more aware of every movement you made. emily and penelope flanked you, their presence giving you a bit of courage.

you scanned the room, heart pounding, until your eyes landed on spencer. he was deep in conversation with derek, but as if sensing your gaze, he turned. his eyes widened slightly when he saw you, and a small, appreciative smile played on his lips.

spencer’s figure adorned a deep green suit, complimented with a black shirt and tie, the colour a few shades darker than the dress you were wearing. your eyes flickered away, as you whispered to penelope.

“did you know-“ she cut you off with a small smirk. a breath escaped your lips as you drew closer to the two men, emily and penelope not leaving your sides incase you decided to make a dash for it.

“wow you ladies look incredible.” morgan whistled lowly, penelope and emily as if on que, abandoned your side, linking arms with derek. “i’ll see you later lover boy.” morgan shot back to spencer as he lead the two women away from you.

spencer’s eyebrows furrowed at morgan’s comment, his gaze quickly fixing back on you.

spencer's eyes widened as they fell on you. his jaw dropped slightly, and a rosy hue crept up his neck to his cheeks. he fumbled for words, clearly flustered.

"y-you look... amazing," he finally managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt your own cheeks warm at his reaction, your heart fluttering. you took a step closer, your eyes meeting his, and you could see the genuine awe in his gaze.

"thank you, spencer" you replied softly, a shy smile playing on your lips. despite feeling so out of place and out of your comfort zone in the dress, the way spencer looked at you made you feel…confident.

he cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure. "i mean, —you always look nice, but tonight... you look... stunning."

the sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. spencer, usually so composed and articulate, was completely gobsmacked, and it was all because of you.

his gaze shifted to the dress again, now noticing the low cut, how it showed off your back and the scar between your shoulder blades. he felt a surge of warmth rush to his cheeks, his breath practically getting caught in his throat.

"i, uh," he started, his eyes still locked on you, "i didn't expect... i mean, wow." he let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, soft brown locks falling over his face.

"it's just a dress…” you said, though you felt a thrill at his reaction.

"no," he shook his head, his gaze unwavering, "it's not just the dress. it's you. you're... breathtaking— you’ve always been breathtaking.”

his words left you momentarily speechless, the intensity of his gaze making you feel both exhilarated and shy. you took another bold step closer, your hands lightly brushing against his.

"spencer, i.." you began, but the words failed you. instead, you let your eyes speak for you, hoping he could see the effect he had on you.

he took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as they curled around yours. “—you’re- god.. you’ve always been so beautiful- and i should’ve said something earlier— told you sooner..”

your eyes widened as he spoke, the taller man taking a step closer to you, his hand resting at your waist, his fingers brushing against the exposed skin on the backless dress. your breath hitched slightly at his warm grasp.

“i— fuck.” he mumbled out, for once in his life spencer found himself unable to formulate a sentence, to describe how he felt about you. he had longed for you, for months, years even..and now he had the chance to just tell you.

your eyes flickered over his facial expression, the pale pink hue deepened as he brought his gaze back to meet yours. his dark eyes traveled down to your lips once more.

he wanted nothing more than to just kiss you right now, the way the light made your skin glow, how the dress wrapped around your body- the low cut back, it was all too much for him.

spencer leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. it was gentle at first, filled with the unspoken feelings you both had kept hidden for so long.

as the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of warmth and happiness, a feeling of rightness settling over you. his hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you responded by wrapping your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the moment.

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I have a question, well 2 questions to be exact that’s been rattling around in my head since I started reading platonic yandere batfam fics, why would reader stay in Gotham? I’d be sneakily stealing as much money as I could without getting caught as soon as I reach a “fuck these guys” mentality. Like, asking to have some money for groceries or something and just pocketing it so that I could get a bus ticket and leave the city. Would you do it if you were reader? It just makes sense to me “this place sucks, these people suck, I’ve gotten enough to leave”, this is with me assuming that reader has the means of course, if the reader doesn’t then okay, yeah that makes sense

And my second question, do you ever feel resentful towards Alfred when you read batfam photonic yandere content? I do sometimes, especially when the reader is neglected. I know this might sound odd but when I read these fics I recognize that Alfred could do more, out of everyone in the manner, I think Alfred’s word carries the most weight, especially with Bruce due to him raising Bruce. I also notice in some batfam fics that the reader doesn’t get mad at him due to him giving them attention, but idk it feels kinda like a slap to the face, knowing that I don’t have the power but he does and yet not exercising it until I’ve burned every last tie to that family.

I know my thoughts are a more “well you’re on the outside looking in” type takes, but idk, it hurts my heart knowing that if reader stays in that city, it will be far more easier for the batfam to find them, where if they were outside the city, they’d have a fighting chance to make a new life for themselves

On a side note, I think we are underutilizing the angst potential of reader legally changing their name and the batfam not knowing until months or even years later when reader leaves. Like Bruce and the fam would just have to sit and realize that reader hates/dislikes/doesn’t care about them enough to legally change their name from Wayne to whatever reader chooses. Jason was Batman’s greatest failure, but Reader would be Bruce’s greatest failure, and what a delightful public failure it would be if the tabloids were to somehow find out that one of Bruce Wayne’s biological children changed their legal name

I’m loving your batfam content btw, like it makes me want to create one of those “screw therapy, I need to fist fight my dad” tiktoks and tag Bruce Wayne, that’s what I can phenomenal writing!! And sorry for making this so long! Hope you have a great existence!

slight spoilers for future chapters.

this is one of my favorite asks... anon, you are so brilliant because your two questions tie into the reader's character so well and the flaws that they (you) conjured from years of neglect, so i hope my answers would suffice (i am answering based on the perspective of the reader from my series: again & again with a bit of my own perspective). tysm for sending this in, i actually really enjoy long asks and appreciate it when people take the time to send me these things!

why would the reader stay in gotham?

chapter one wasn't all the detailed about why they stayed in gotham. firstly, their self-worth had them reason that in no way, shape, or form would their family that basically estranged them would come running to them, especially not when the only time the reader could even stumble across them is by some miracle of coincidence. this also ties into their lack of knowledge about their family. sure, they know that babs is the oracle but do they know just how much access she has across gotham? not really. they know tim, like bruce, has a tendency to collect information about other people, but they don't know that they have contingency plans to be creeped out enough to get away from gotham and from their reach.

"it's not like tim or bruce or barbara considered you important enough to be stalked. hah, as if!"

and the third point is, despite bruce being a billionaire of some sort, it was stated that the reader was too well-behaved and quiet. how does this make sense? as you've stated, they wouldn't simply have the means to get out. seeing as they were sheltered by alfred and never really explored the concept of traveling far away, they never asked for money; the only advantage of being a wayne is having quite a lot of things served on a silver platter.

they have this sort of toxic bond for staying with the people who have hurt them and it materialized to them physically staying despite knowing it would only cause more pain than anything else, and they don't know that. plus, they'd rather not have the wayne name associated with them and getting money from cheques or credit cards would be too risky for the reader's safety.

they've only realized just how shitty their family is after more than 10-13 years of staying in the manor, and saving up to move to an entirely different place would be difficult, alongside college and the jobs they have to take. so the next best thing they could do is rely on any means of advantage they could get whilst also moving on to the path of self-discovery and recovery.

but that doesn't mean they're staying in gotham forever, definitely not. the moment the reader realizes that dick gained some sort of interest towards them, they're booking it out of gotham. preferably to metropolis or central city or even somewhere far, far away— they're naive, but not stupid. sudden interest towards them means danger rather than anything else. and they're aware that alfred is capable enough to pull strings, so that's why spoiler alert: they have a secret stash of money hidden somewhere and like any children of bruce, they inherited the capability to be smart enough to already back up their contacts and everything on their phone, buy a burner phone and even change their entire identity in one quick go right after they move into an entirely different city or country.

gotham is merely their practice course.

do you ever feel resentment towards alfred?

quite frankly, yes. the reader in the fic feels resentment towards everyone for a reason actually, but alfred's part was stated vaguely as to not spoil a future chapter that focuses on his perspective. they know that he has the more power inside the manor more than bruce has. everyone, and i mean everyone respects alfred, and it doesn't take a genius to know that if you mess with him, you're messing with an entire family of crime fighters.

it's not obvious, but the reader's narrative in chapter one is them trying so hard to delude themself into thinking things can be better until it's too late. so in a sense, there's false narrative coming into play.

"alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions. of course, you understood his priorities. after all, he tried his hardest to make you feel less lonely inside the mansion, it wasn't enough but he was there at least."

at some point in time, alfred had also neglected the reader emotionally with the same reasoning as the others; he was busy with their father. and this all could've been avoided if alfred had tried to confront the entire family about it. i'm not delving deeper into this to really avoid spoilers other than pointing out some details in the first chapter.

just know that alfred relishes in your newfound favoritism towards him, and that he may or may not have pulled some strings himself from helping you become closer to the family.

the part about reading changing their name from (name) wayne to (name) (last name) is what made me so drawn to this ask. you have pretty much predicted one of the chapters that explored (name) wayne to the public eye. they're not so much of an internet celebrity because of their rare appearances in public, but that's what causes immense curiosity about their identity to uprise in gotham, and their fame was one of the means to get to you.

there was one news article published that was the reason that made bruce distant towards you.

but let's focus on what yan! bruce would've felt once he turns a full 360.

because the first thing he would do once he has you in his grasp is to change your last name back to his. you are not the child of a (last name), you are a wayne first and foremost, bruce's third child and his greatest mistake, quite literally. you were a product of a one-night-stand, and because he was drowning in despair from jason's death, he had failed to notice you. all his years of neglect, and he doesn't even know a single thing about you, simply because he refused to acknowledge your presence.

and you rightfully hated him, he should've accepted that. but your diary entries and the way you innocently thought of him destroyed any sliver of hope for a peaceful reconciliation. he hates how you were experiencing the same type of despair as him when it comes to battling your own monsters— you truly are a wayne at heart. he couldn't afford to let you get away any further. just like dick, he needs to fix it now or further sever the already broken ties you have with him.

it's not batman now, but rather bruce. bruce wayne had failed to save another one of his children, not as a vigilante, but as a father.

knowing bruce, he's quick to take into action and search for you.

holy shit, this is a really long post but i hope it does answer the questions ! im so grateful that you like my writing enough to write a really long ask, and i hope to see your messages more once the new chapters are published <3

[z0mbbiegvrl]

stan’s gang (singular but idk if you do that already) x fem reader for prom headcanons? 💐

✮⋆˙ MAIN FOUR WITH FEM!S/O PROM HEADCANNONS

↳ an: just in time for prom season!! hope you enjoy this! i'm only going to prom just for the pics and so i can wear a hairspray roach dress. also butters is the best wingman in this. Was gonna post this tomorrow morning but nope!! Yall deserve a post today!!

↳ cw: slight suggestive material

↳ mlist

: ̗̀➛ ★ STAN MARSH

Okay Stan, Stan is the most lowkey about the promposal thing but dont worry, he’s not going to ask you out over text or the phone (he considered it) 

So, he invites you over to his house on a night when his parents are out, his sister is off with her friends. He made sure there would be no distractions. Decorates his bedroom with [YOUR FAVORITE COLOR] balloons, party streamers, and flowers. He also gets you [YOUR FAVORITE SNACKS/CANDY/DRINKS] and puts them in a basket with a teddy bear in it.

He cleaned his room before this, and when you said you’d be leaving your house soon, he quickly got himself looking nice and waited for your arrival.

Once you got to his house and up to his room, he was very nervous as you looked around his room with a smile. You then reached the basket, reading the small heart the teddy bear was holding. You turned to face him and gave him your answer, hugging him, which took a huge weight off his shoulders.

After that, he then remembered why he picked a night he’d be home alone, and you two didn’t do much talking for the rest of the night. 

On prom night, he’s all dressed and ready. Just waiting for his mom and Shelly to get done dressing you up. While he waits, Randy for sure gives him some bad advice on not being stupid and becoming parents that night. 

When you finally come downstairs, Stan fights every urge in his body to not puke on the spot. Just seeing you dressed so differently compared to what he’s used to, he’s starstruck.

Sharon forces you two to take photos, basic poses. Stan behind you, hands on your waist and smiling at the camera. Another one with you kissing Stan on the cheek, Stan’s face in the photo is bright red.

At the prom, he lets you go see your friends first, taking this time to go see his friends. 

Despite what you might think, Stan actually will dance with you on the dance floor outside of a slow dance. Just take a little begging and he’ll cave. Smiling as he spins you around.

Slow dancing with different for him, yeah, there are some nights at your place or his where you two just randomly slow dance. But now it’s a moment of ‘wow’ for him. You like him. Like Really. The whole dance, he’ll hold you close and hide his face in your hair to ground himself. Once the dance is over, he’ll excuse himself to go to the bathroom, because did we expect him to keep it down for that long? He’s not Superman. 

After prom is over, he’ll go back to his house, and the two of you will just get unready together and spend the night eating leftovers, putting up a fort in his bedroom to watch movies until you two fall asleep, holding each other. 

: ̗̀➛ ★ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Kyle has everything planned out for your promposal, he wants it to be perfect for you since he not so subtly has been eavesdropping on your conversations with your friends regarding prom.

Shelia invites you out to dinner with his family somewhere very fancy. You’re not a stranger to being invited to family dinners. After Sheila realizes just how much you love her son, she starts to invite you for dinner even if Kyle is out at practice or with his friends.

The dinner went by very smoothly. The first time you were taken to dinner without Kyle was weird, but now you were used to it. Chatting with Sheila about some school drama she was invested in, listening to Gerald talk about the weird case he has at work, and Ike’s hockey game. 

Kyle finally joins the dinner, talking about how practice ran late, a small kiss on the head for you, and then the dinner carries on.

When everyone’s done eating, a waiter comes by with a small white plate, placing it in front of you. You’re a second away from saying you didn’t order this before you notice Sheila is filming and you glance down to see red icing around [DESSERT OF CHOICE], asking you out to prom. 

Kyle is a nervous wreck when he sees you looking a the plate, before he sees the smile and then gets the answer he was hoping for.

On the night of the prom, you and Wendy get ready at Bebe’s house. Clyde’s parents got a limo for him and Bebe, so Bebe invited her two best friends and their dates for the night.

Everyone goes to some fancy restaurant in the city that Clyde’s father picked out. The whole time, Kyle was infatuated with just how amazing you looked. Took some cute selfies and silly ones for you to post later. 

At the prom, Kyle is a little nervous to full-on dance with you to faster-paced songs; he will be okay with watching you and your friends dance while he guards your drink and bag. 

When a slow dance comes on, Kyle will ask for your hand and dance with you. Will whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Kyle is so respectful of where he puts his hands and so technical, you would think he could be a ballroom dancer. 

None of you cared about the king or queen voting, mostly because Kyle pulled you out of the building before it happened to have a moment with you away from the chaos inside the building.

He takes this moment to thank you for being with him, he gets super sentimental, but rushes through what he was saying; after being together for a while, you never fail to make him nervous. 

As cliché as it is, the snow falls around the two of you when Kyle pulls you in for one final dance and a kiss to finish the night. 

: ̗̀➛ ★ KENNY MCCORMICK

Of course, you and Kenny are going to the prom. A night where he gets to see you all dressed up and you’re his to show off. Kenny. Is. There.

Kenny’s Promposal for you is one of those funny medieval ones you see online, like Butters is at your front door reading a note in his little Paddlin costume with a accent while Kenny, Stan, Eric, and Kyle are walking onto your front lawn. Kenny is on a chair dressed in his princess outfit, holding flowers that are stolen, and the other three are trying not to drop him before they place the chair in front of you so Kenny can finally ask if you will join him at prom. After you say yes, as planned, everyone cheers, Kenny kisses your cheek, and then they carry him away. 

For the night of the prom, Kenny, with the help of his sister Karen, sets up your dining table all fancy while you’re out with one of your parents getting ready for prom. They made it look all fancy, mood lights, fancy-shaped napkins, and a home-cooked meal of spaghetti. 

When you get back home, Kenny’s there waiting for you, dressed in a suit, all nicely put together with an excited smile when he finally gets to see how you’re dressed. He pulls out all the stops, pulling your chair out, pushing it in, serving you your meal, hell, he’s even wiping your face for you.

Will ask to do the Lady and the Tramp a noodle, and of course, you do it. (Karen takes a photo)

At the prom, Kenny ABUSES the photoshoot area. He will force you to pose with him for everything. Even in the small photobooth, he’s dragging you in there for pictures he can carry around in his wallet. Takes one as he kisses you very roughly, then another with your lipstick if you wear it smeared on his face.

You two danced the whole night, you don’t even think you two have sat down once since the moment you got there. 

You two didn’t win prom queen or king, losing to Bebe and Clyde, but it was okay. Kenny didn’t care much for that, plus, he already sees you as his queen, so you don’t even need the crown.

After the night is over, Kenny decides to take you to Starks Pond. Parking in the middle of the park, ignoring the no-parking sign. He helps you out of his truck, leading you to the back of the truck, which has blankets everywhere. There you two lay and stargaze, coming off from the buzz of being excited and dancing around.

Whatever happens that night, happens ;)

: ̗̀➛ ★ ERIC CARTMAN

Prom is definitely in the cards for you and Eric.

Eric plans this big promposal for you, is it out of spite because he wants to outdo what Kyle did for his S/O…maybe.

He plans this elaborate prom proposal during halftime at the next basketball game. He assigns Butters to get you to where he needs you to stand, and Kenny to play the music/lighting and all that. 

Once you get there, Eric begins this whole song segment (yes, I’m going this route) while holding a sign that says something super cheesy that he thought was cool enough to have. 

And of course, you’re surprised because he kept this under wraps better than he keeps most things he’s not supposed to tell you. So you say yes, and Eric will overplay his emotions because it’s Eric, but once you two are alone, he’s super happy you said yes.

OKAY, now for the actual prom day. His mom picks you up from your house, and Eric is in the backseat. He says this is his version of a limo ride. Liane didn’t want to get a limo, so they had to unwillingly compromise. 

You guys go to Casa Bonita for your prom dinner (this is where the Limo money went); Liane takes an embarrassing amount of photos of you two in front of the building and then throughout the dinner.

Eric, every once in a while, will whine about wanting to go do things instead of taking photos, but Liane shoves it off. She’s just excited to see her poopsiekins all grown up. You two remind her of her prom night, so she wants to document this moment. 

You two almost end up late to the prom because Eric didn’t want to leave the as he calls it, “The Disney Land of Mexican Food”. As Liane is about to drive away, she gives Eric a condom just in case. Eric wanted to die on the spot. 

Once at the prom, you go join your friends wherever they are in the building the school rented for the night. Just showing off outfits and whatnot.  Eric is doing the same, but mostly just bragging about how he has the hottest girl and showing you off.

Of course, you two share a slow dance. He’s not terrible at it, sure, he stepped on your toe a couple of times, but that’s the charm of a prom dance.

The night comes to an end, and you win Prom Queen, WOO, everyone is happy for you until the reveal of prom king happens, and it’s not Eric.

He gets super disappointed, even more so when the prom king and queen pictures have to be taken. 

Dude is standing behind the camera, sulking like a child, practically stomping his feet.

Of course, you feel bad for him, so as a joke, you two head to Burger King and get him a kid’s crown.

You took a photo of both of you while Liane drove you guys home, it’s you still wearing your crown, kissing his cheek, his face bright red. 

Eric keeps that photo in his wallet. 

[candybarz]

hihihihi do u think you could write about nerd!armin and reader being academic rivals and armins a big meanie because he gets a higher score on the final than reader does >:) (nsfw teehee)

SURE THING!! ty for requesting!! i did some changes cause i didnt know how to go about it so i hope thats okay!! A/N: i used college nerdmin (https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/52354414414324585/) this took so longg, its kinda good, idk it feels rushed i hope yall enjoyy (i proofread it but there might be a few mistakes!!)

WARNINGS: Mean!Nerdmin x Reader, calculus mentioned. ,Backshots(F!receiving), Oral sex (F!+M!receiving), Rough sex (?), Fingering (F!receiving), Name calling (stupid/dumb whore,slut etc), ussage of y/n and female anatomy.

You were always the smartest in your classes, top of the year if you will. Basically any class you took was not a challenge to you, from first to the seventh you were the smartest. were.

Then came along that bastard who one-upped you, that dumb ass bob to the stupid ass nerdy clothes he wore, that otaku shirt wearing smartass. Armin Arlert. The moment he showed up everything went to shit, every test you did ended up having the same.exact.grade. At graduation you both got the same awards, ending up in an academic tie at graduation. It did not change in college. You both ended up taking the same course, some-fucking-how. It was constantly in a tie for a whole year, it was irratating.

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You recently had done exams, everyonee eagerly waiting for their answers. Hell, they were probably waiting to see what you and armin got as this exam basically kicked everyones ass. The room was dead silent, whispers of people saying they were for sure going to fail or others saying they didn't even wanna look.

The teacher nodded dismissing the class. you instantly whipped out your phone to check your grade, scrolling down to each class to see the grades. Every grade had A or A+.

Calculus: C-

Your heart sunk to your ass, that had to be the lowest grade you have ever gotten in your 20 years of living. You walked up to your professor, grade propped up and ready 'cause this had to be a mistake, right?

WRONG.

Mr.Ackerman looked you dead in your face sipping on his tea, your grade wasn't a mistake. Apparently it was 5 questions you got wrong, all of them were the ones you did a million times.

During your free period you sat under the shade, still staring at the grade. Sasha looked at you with a look of worry, you barely finished your food. "Girl, you've been staring at that grade for like 4 minutes now! Whats up??" Sasha asked leaning in to see your face, you looked up on instinct shutting off your phone and shrugged acting chill.

"I just really thought I was going to do better than that, I studied all night for that? But it's whatever." You explained and letting sasha continue her story about how some frat house was throwing a huge bash for the end of exams. What you said wasn't a lie, but there was more to it and it was the fact you did not want to feel like you lost to Armin of all people.

"So will you go?" Your bestfriends voice cut into your mind, you sat and thought about it, maybe this party could help take your mind off it. You letting out a long dramatic sigh before smiling at sasha, you nodded your head and she squealed 'thank you' hugging you. Later on in the day she sent you the address and to be honest you were a little excited. -- The lighting of the place changed colors repeatedly and the smell of marijuana mixed into the smell of alcohol and perfumes. It was a bit hot inside. You sat by the punch area awkwardly drinking water, you had a brownie 30 minutes ago and the effects hit you like a brick. While it didn't comepletely fuck you up, you were just a little bit calmer, guess this was a smaller dosage then the regular.

You stared at the people coming and going, until someone came beside you. Turning, you look up to see who it was. Armin fucking Arlert. He had that dumb smirk on, you had to squint at him to see it. He had his regular glasses on, his hair was in his usual style, maybe he missed a barbers appointment because his under cut grew out. His shirt, radiohead merch paired with some long jorts, to be honest he looked hot, maybe Eren finally put him on? who cares, you still didnt want to see him. "How'd you do? Like on the exam." He asked with fake

You stared at the people coming and going, until someone came beside you. Turning, you look up to see who it was. Armin fucking Arlert. He had that dumb smirk on, you had to squint at him to see it. He had his regular glasses on, his hair was in his usual style, maybe he missed a barbers appointment because his under cut grew out. His shirt, radiohead merch paired with some long jorts, to be honest he looked hot, maybe Eren finally put him on? who cares, you still didnt want to see him. "How'd you do? Like on the exam." He asked with fake innocence, you knew that he already knew somehow, he always does. You glared up at him with annoyance on your face, you muttered the grade under your breath not even wanting to say it out loud. This bastard leaned in like he didn't hear you over the music, the same smirk turned into a shit-eating grin as if he couldnt contain his joy.

"C-minus." Was all you said before he let out a mocking laugh, like you were the clown of the damn year. Armin stared at you with smugness all over his face and disgust like you were contagious and the stupid was gonna rub off on him. "Are you a blockhead? That test was so easy even the meat heads got higher than that." He sneered behind his cup of juice, you rolled your eyes at his statement. "Can you tutor me?" You bit your pride and asked the impossible and some how he took this as a sign to continue.

"You know this was what we've been studying this whole time? He even gave people sheet that can help with the process. Did you not pick one up? Typical, you don't know how to study at all huh? Just as dumb as always, but I guess-" He said before looking at you, you stared at him with a confused face, you didn't even say a word and he's talking like that? Fucking asshole.

You could swear you saw him mutter something. Shoving him aside you left the party. -- It's been a week since you and Armin's last encounter, you ended up getting a text from Sasha saying Armin will tutor you as an apology for what he did, part of you was still pissed but you weren't a hateful person, just competitive.

You had been going to armins house every three days to be tutored, some days he was difficult and others he was nice, there was no in between but lately he was too nice. He would give you food during breaks and complimenting your outfits, it was weird to say the least. You headed off to Armins house, it was a bit too hit today so you decided to wear a white spaghetti strap top and some distressed jean shorts with the frayed hems.

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Today was not the day for you or armin, you were both irritated for some reason and everytime you answered a question wrong, you got a scoff. Or asked a "stupid" question, you got a stupid look while he fanned himself.

"Just do the equation and stop doing it your way! Do it the way you're supposed to, it is not that HARD! Dumbass!." Armin whined as he dropped his fan in frustration. You scoffed getting up and leaving the room calling him a fucking nerd, you needed some form of relaxation or you were going to lose your mind. You got a glass of water and started to chug it, this heatwave better die down by the last hour. Suddenly, Armin came up from behind and yanked the glass out of your hand throwing it into the sink. "What is your problem?" You asked annoyed, He was way too close for your liking.

"You're my fucking problem everything you do pisses me the fuck off and messes with me. I take time out of my day to tutor your ass and this is how you repay me, with that fuckass attitude?" He spat with a glare in his eye, your brows knitted together at his words, before you could say anything he continued. "You better fix that attitude, or else." Armin threatened and you looked him up and down. "Or what?" You snapped back, walking back to the room scoffing.

SMUT INCOMING!!

You didn't have this in mind, if you told you in the past this is what it has come to, she wouldn't believe you. Armin had his lips on your neck, sucking and kissing at the senitive skin while leaving a nasty mark.

His hand snaked around you, your shorts unbuttoned while his hand teased your clit behind the underwear making your breath heavy. He listed off your shirt in one go, removing his hand from your clit, making you whine. You turned around taking his off which caused you to get a good look at his torso, he was kind of fit which you didnt expect from him, his shirts weren't doing him justice.

You felt him shove you roughly back onto the bed, before you could do anything he latched himself back onto your neck before slowly moving down to your chest, basically almost tearing off your bra. "Fuck.." you whispered as he kissed your breast lovingly, sucking on them at some point but then he bit one causing you to whine again. He kissed down to your stomach, making your spine shiver as he went right above the pelvis. He tugged your shorts off, throwing them somewhere else. You clamped you legs shut but armin forced them apart, spreading them widely. "Keep your legs open slut." He whispered leaning down and giving you the warning in your ear, you did as he said opening them.

He went down until he was facing your clothed pussy, he kissed your clit through the panties, sending a shiver up your spine as you moaned. "A-Armin!" You held his hair as he sucked on it through the cloth, dampening your pink panties and mixing his saliva with your slick. He tore them off soon after which made the cool air hit your pussy. Armin kissed your clit a bit before eating you out. You tried to close your legs but armin was faster, he pushed them open and farther than before.

His tongue moving in ways you didn't expect, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate you out. "S-Shit.." You whimpered at the feeling, you suddenly felt two finger inserted inside you while he moved his mouth to your clit. Armins fingers moved faster while curling slightly upwards, he could feel his dick getting hard with the way your pussy clenched his fingers, you could feeling yourself getting closer as your whimpers turned into begging real quick."Please...faster...Armin, im gonna-!" You felt his fingers leave from your pussy and his mouth detaching as well.

"Brats don't get to cum fast, think about that next time dumb whore." Armin said at your whining, your slick coating his chin. You felt him reach over you for his dresser where he pulled out a condom box that read large, surely it was just for show...right? He stood taking his jogging pants off, showing his black boxers, once he took those off you felt your eyes bulge out of your head. That had to be the prettiest dick you've ever seen, it was like everything was perfect for him from his grades to his face to his dick. It had a pretty color to it, the tip was a darker shade of pink. Precum oozed out of the slit whilst he put on the condom, groaning lowly once he touched it, his dick was maybe 7-8 inches, 9 if you really thought about it, the girth wasnt extremely thick but not so slim either.

He slid back onto the bed, rubbing his dick near your entrance, you moaned when you felt it rub your clit. You whined as he teased you, staring up in frustation. "You want my cock?" He asked soothingly, and you nodded like a dumbass. "Beg for it, whore." He smirked, You looked at him with a deadpanned look but it was too late now. "Please fuck me Armin, Please." You begged squirming around, he grabbed you and flipped you over and raised your ass in the air while pushing your back down. In one swift move he pushed his dick in you causing you to moan louder than you should've, At first he was going slowly, very slowly. trying to get you used to his length. "Faster...please..." You begged trying to move back into him but he didn't change his pace. He rubbed you clit while he teased you with his pace, you whimpered every time it grazed your good spot and armin noticed this.

He slammed his hips harshly into yours with no warning. "Fuck!" You squealed as his pace quickened, every plop of your skin connecting to his was another moan from you, you try to slow him down with your hand by putting it on his abdomen. He quickly got irratated and pinned it to your back and pushing you into the mattress that was covered by some shark sheets, you would've teased him for it if you saw it sooner but you were too busy with his brutal thrust. "You dont cum until i say so, stupid whore."

Armin smacked your ass and fondled it, he's always liked staring at your ass the moment you both got into college and you gained confidence, the way it moves is enchanting. You moaned with a high pitch tone as his tip bullied your spot, he let go of your arm and grabbed your hair, letting out quiet curses under his breath as he felt you getting close. Your screams got louder, he sucked on the sensitive spot of your neck while playing with your clit. "Armin! I'm gonna-" "You wanna cum? Are you gonna stop being a fucking bitch and listen to me? You gonna apologize?" Armin said lowly into your ear, his breath shaky from the work he was putting in.

"Yes! Yes, i'll stop-Fuck! Being a bitch and Mgnh listen to you! Im sorryyy!" You cried out tying to contain your moaning while being edged. He kissed the back of your neck and let your body down before whispering that you can cum. You reached your climax, eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth hanging open while armin kissed your shoulder, thrusting as you came.

He pulled out and was confused when you turned and grabbed his dick yourself, you peel the condom of and threw it somewhere. You lick the precum off the tip before kissing it. "Fuck.." Armin let out a whimper and bit his lip, You licked his dick from the base of the bottom of his dick to the tip and felt his dick pulse. Armin stared down at you as you put the tip in your mouth, sucking his dick slowly. After a bit you sped up the pace and sucked him off faster. "Holy shit...Y/n....good girl." He breathed out grabbing your hair and forcing it up and down, You gagged as he did so.

Your hands scatched at his thigh and pelvis area, he hissed as you scratched and fucked your throat so he could cum quicker, tears fell down your face as you gagged at every thrust. "Ngh fuck! Y/n..!" Armin came into your mouth, shooting hot loads into your mouth while moving your head up and down. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, straight at the phone he had in his hand, You didn't care at this point. Armin watched (and recorded) you swallowing and sticking your tongue out to show him you swallowed it. he stopped the video as he muttered something about "you're so fucking hot..", he leaned down and kissed you with tongue, you kissed him back as you laid in bed with him.

"Is there any other class you need help with?"

This fucking nerd.

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Credits to me!!

[cannibal-alien]

Idk if you do a ___!reader(You can ignore this req if you dont!)But can i ask for a prototype!Reader?(The one from regretevator)Any survivors or killers btw!

prototype! reader x survivors & killers

picked a few at random! not quite sure if you meant personality wise or the reader is quite literally a robot, but i decided to go with both, since that’s pretty freakin’ awesome. tyy for the request! ^w^ featuring guest 1337, chance, john doe, & 1x4!

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🪖 guest 1337

guest 1337 admires your cheerful and curious personality. he sees it as a valuable strength, especially considering your current grim circumstances. it’s definitely refreshing to have you around, you’re like a little beam of hope for him! a reminder that he needs to stay alive and keep fighting. he does end up having to save you a lot, since your curiosity keeps leading you into dangerous places. and yeah… it’s happened more than once. even when he’s keeping an eye on you, you always manage to slip away, damn it!

now, guest isn’t quite too sure about the whole robot part. but that doesn’t make him like you any less! no, you’re still pretty cute. it’s just a little hard to patch you up without the proper parts. most of the time he has to scrounge around for them, unless the spectre’s feeling generous on that day. he’s fixed up a car or two before, so moderate repairs aren’t that big of a deal, really.

🎲 chance

chance will feed into your endless curiosity and follow you around. not just to see what’s grabbed your attention this time, but also to make sure you don’t walk right into a dangerous trap. they’re doing their best to be supportive and, more importantly, prevent you from breaking!!!

chance feels the most vulnerable when you scan them, and… they’d really prefer it if you didn’t do that. but they think it’s absolutely hilarious when you do it to anyone else! which he’ll probably ask you to do anyway. just one of the many cool perks of dating you!

🏴‍☠️ john doe

john doe found your curious behavior amusing at first. he’d often tease you about it - you’re just so peppy, so optimistic, he didn’t really understand. to him, you seemed a bit naive, like you couldn’t comprehend how horrible things truly were around there. so, he didn’t take you all that seriously, and honestly? you kind of agitated him a little.

though really, the agitation mainly stems from john’s worry for you. he’s never verbally expressed it, but god forbid another killer ever sets their sights on you, he’d do anything to protect you. anything. even if it’s just some random survivor giving you a tough time, picking on you or whatnot, you already know he’s making absolute sure they suffer. again and again, in each & every round.

🦴 1x4

much like john doe, 1x4 might be a little frustrated with you initially. you’re total, complete opposites, basically like night and day. but your energy doesn’t exhaust him. if anything, he matches it with his own! …although it’s more on the negative side. all your questions? 1x4 finds them a little flattering, actually; but good luck getting an actual, real answer from him. “why do you wanna know so bad?” - with that teasing grin, not quite realizing that robots tend to learn… a lot more than really they let on.

1x4 can actually fix up a robot pretty good! he’s got skilled hands, just lacking the proper patience. but for you? he’d do it all, with no little complaints. maybe if you had just stayed by his side, you wouldn’t have wandered off straight into the hands of another killer! …but it’s fine. he’ll patch you up, he always does. you’re too important to lose.

[f1angelz]

Hey there , saw your requests open soo

Carlos x fem reader

The reader is pretty closed off, calm or unemotional person, works in academia. Somehow her and Carlos are dating and it hasn't been that long. Carlos wants to know more of her and like form an emotional bond but the reader is pretty nonchalant. But he notices that she's much more reactive when they're having sex or getting yk. And he uses that to his advantage to get her to say I love you back (she loves him but never says that)

You can take your time. No worries (•‿•)

𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆? — carlos sainz x f!reader

summary: everyone’s shocked how y/n is carlos sainz’s girlfriend. her personality didn’t really show it— calm and nonchalant, never really the type to open up even towards carlos. will he be able to change that?

content warnings: smut (18+) mdni, cunnilingus, bathroom sex (but there’s no penetration so idk if that’s still considered), not proofread again 😭 please excuse errors you might encounter.

this fic contains super basic spanish words!

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“No, are you serious?”

“Miss Y/L/N? Dating THE Carlos Sainz?”

“I know, why hasn’t she told us? If I were her, I’d be bragging about it everyday.”

“Maybe that’s why she had someone substitute for her Friday class, she was at the race last week.”

Said the students who gossiped over their TA, Y/N.

Recently, a picture of Carlos and Y/N in the Ferrari garage was released all over social media. It went viral, the post reaching almost a million likes.

Y/N obviously wasn’t the type to post content of her boyfriend. She was rather reserved, her social medias were private and little to no posts— she didn’t even have a TikTok account.

Even at the start of their relationship, Y/N didn’t know Carlos was an F1 driver. She only found out when he invited her to a race.

The sound of Y/N’s heels clicking against the marble tiles echoed throughout the hallway, making her way towards the lecture hall. She pushed the laminated wood door open and the students immediately fell silent, watching her as she made her way towards the desk.

“Mr. Sanders won’t be able to make it today, so he won’t be able to deliver a lecture.” Y/N said while she brought out her laptop and placed it on the desk. After the students heard the news, they whispered a small ‘yes’.

“However, he has instructed me to create a quiz on last week’s lesson.”

The students groaned.

Y/N opened her laptop, “The quiz can now be accessed, you have 1 hour to answer. Goodluck.”

The students got to work and Y/N as well, answering several emails and creating lesson plans for the next semester.

Work never really seemed to end for her, she was always glued to her laptop— and when Carlos wanted to spend time with her, it would take a long persuading to do so.

1 hour quickly passed by and Y/N stood up, “Please submit your quizzes. Late submissions 2 minutes after will incur deductions. Once you have finished, you may leave the lecture hall.”

Some students who were already finished left as instructed while others were still fixing their things.

Just as Y/N was about to fix her things too, her phone vibrated and a notification appeared.

Carlos: Mi preciosa, what time do you get off work?

She opened her phone and replied.

Y/N: Now, actually. Why? My 11 to 3 pm class got cancelled.

Carlos: I was wondering if we could grab lunch? I’ll fetch you from work.

“Miss Y/L/N?” A voice interrupted, Y/N looked up from her phone and saw a group of students surrounding her.

“We’d like to ask what’s the passing score? One of them asked.

“Passing is 25.”

All of them let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Miss. See you next week!” They replied and slowly walked away “We hope to see you in the race next week.” One joked, causing their elbow to be nudged.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed upon hearing the statement, causing her to stand up. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, well you’re all over social media right now, Miss. We know you’re dating Carlos Sainz.”

“Yeah, why haven’t you said anything? It’s something to brag about.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, “Yes, I’m dating Carlos Sainz. Why does that matter? It isn’t my responsibility to announce my relationship status. Now, please leave the lecture hall.”

The students were stunned and they apologized. They left the hall, leaving her all alone.

Y/N huffed and grabbed her things, closed the lights and left the hall.

She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and messaged Carlos, telling him that she was already off work and already walking towards the exit.

Carlos was already parked outside of the University. Among all the other cars parked there, Y/N knew which one was her boyfriend’s car. She walked towards his car and knocked on the passenger’s door, Carlos opened it and greeted her with a warm smile.

Y/N smiled back and sat in the passenger’s seat, closing the door.

“How was work, amor?” Carlos asked as he started leaving the parking lot.

“It’s okay, I guess.”

“I guess?” He questioned.

“My students found out that we’re dating.” Y/N sighed and fixed her hair on the mirror.

“How’d they find out?”

“I don’t know, I told them off and I left the lecture hall immediately.”

Carlos glanced over to her, “Amor, what about it if they found out we’re dating? You’re smart, beautiful, and definitely more than what I deserve. What’s the worry?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged off Carlos’ question.

Their lunch ended on a good note and went home immediately after, at Y/N’s apartment.

Y/N tapped her keycard against the door lock, pushing it open. She took off her heels and placed it on the shoe rack behind the door, Carlos’ actions following hers. The cold beige colored marble tiles made contact with feet, her thin socks barely giving her any warmth.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Y/N announced, making her way towards the bedroom and Carlos hummed in response.

He always wondered why she wasn’t as open towards him. Sure, she’s shared some things about her past, and her life in general, but she never really shared anything regarding her emotions.

Although she’s somewhat affectionate, it’s still a shock to her how she really just couldn’t say the three words that meant the most— I love you.

The sound of metal clinking on the ceramic jewelry plate resonated throughout the bedroom, Y/N taking off her accessories before she showered.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” Carlos leaned against the bathroom’s doorway, watching Y/N as she unbuttoned her blue silk button down top. She looked towards his direction, flashing him a small smile.

As she was about to unbutton the last one, Carlos wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, closing the gap between them. His hands wandered, while he placed soft kisses on Y/N’s neck.

“Carlos..” Her words fell, lost in his kisses. “— what are you doing..” She let out a soft moan.

“Te gusta, Mi amor?” Carlos said in between kisses, slowing making them aggressive.

“Si…” Was all Y/N managed to let out.

It was like Carlos turned on a switch in her brain, he never saw her like this. Submissive, melting even at the slightest touch.

Out of desperation, Y/N guided his hand towards her right breast, pushing her bra. Carlos played with her nipple, tugging and pulling on it. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror in front of her, desperate and needy for her lover’s touch.

She finally removed her top, only leaving her in her bra and panties, her slacks gone even before Carlos entered.

“Hermosa.” Carlos said under his breath, looking at Y/N’s figure on the mirror. She turned around and faced him, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. “May I take this off?” Carlos asked in between kisses and tugged on her bra strap, she hummed in response. With one swift movement, her bra fell loose, letting it drop on the floor.

Carlos pulled away and unbuttoned his linen polo, tossing it somewhere. Y/N couldn’t believe what was in front of her— it was her first time seeing Carlos topless. She placed a hand on his chest and he watched, her hand slowly going down towards his crotch.

Before she could unbuckle his belt, Carlos inched towards her, causing her to lean against the sink.

“Sit on the counter for me, yeah?” And she obliged, her feet hanging off the counter.

Y/N’s hands wandered along his chest and arms, desperate for his next move. Carlos brought his hand towards her left breast, kneading it as his mouth latched onto her right nipple. She felt herself getting wet, her core beginning to feel a familiar tingle.

Carlos pulled away for a moment, “Is this okay?” She nodded, her free hand making its way towards her core, ready to touch herself. But Carlos was quick to stop her, “Ah ah, no. Let me.”

“Por favor, Carlos.” Y/N begged, growing impatient.

Carlos laughed, “Since when were you so impatient, amor?” He took off her panties and tossed them aside, revealing her wet core.

Y/N spread her pussy lips apart, her clit exposed and covered with her wetness. Carlos went on his knees and placed kisses on her inner thigh, inching closer towards her pussy. Y/N grabbed his hair, desperately wanting to be touched.

He placed his thumb on the entrance of her pussy, spreading her wetness around. Y/N’s breath hitched, “Fuck, Carlos.” He licked her clit gently, his thumb still toying with her entrance.

“You love this, no?” Carlos taunted, his licks now turned into sucking which made her crazier.

“So— so much, f-fuck! More!” Y/N moaned out, her grip on Carlos’ dark brown locks tightening.

Carlos picked up the pace, her sounds of pleasure growing louder and louder each time his tongue grazed over her clit.

Y/N brought her hand towards her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple to stimulate herself.

Carlos couldn’t believe the sight before him. Her chest heaving up and down, breaths shaky from the work his tongue was doing on her pussy.

He felt that Y/N was cumming soon, her wetness growing even more. “Are you close, amor?” Y/N nodded like her life depended on it, “Si, amor— fuck! I’m so close!” She struggled to say, her orgasm nearing.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes, please— please! I want to cum!”

“Tell me that you love me, and I’ll let you cum.” Carlos stopped sucking on her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb instead, in a painfully slow motion.

“W-what?” She breathed out, unsure of what he said.

“Tell me you love me.” Carlos stood up and pulled her closer, his middle and ring finger rubbing her clit as he picked up the pace.

Y/N jaw remained open, unable to comprehend what Carlos said.

“Cat got your tongue, amor?” He smirked and rubbed even faster, the sound of her wetness spreading around her skin.

“A-ah! I love you— fuck! I love you, C-carlos!” She screamed as her orgasm came over her, her legs tightened on his hips. Carlos groaned, giving her wet pussy a slap before slightly pulling away.

Y/N processed what happened, she actually said I love you.

How did that happen?

Still recovering from her orgasm, she was panting heavily. Carlos took a good look at the sight in front of him, satisfied with what he did.

“If it takes an orgasm for you to say those words,” Carlos panted, running his hand through his hair. “Then I’d give you an orgasm everyday.”

Y/N let out a laugh, “I never really said I love you because I thought it was too early.”

Or maybe because she wasn’t used to it.

“Amor, I’ve always wanted to hear those words come out of your mouth ever since we’ve started dating.” Carlos cupped her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Por favor, mi amor. Please say I love you more often.”

“But that means I wouldn’t be able to get orgasms anymore.” She joked, Carlos laughed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum anytime you want.” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Carlos.”

“I love you too, mi preciosa.”

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a/n: this was a experience to write! i haven’t written smut in a while 😭

[ashenstardust]

Hiiiiiiii author I hope you're doing well <3

So i saw that you're writing for clair obscure (you're the only one i found really 😭) and i wanted to know if you can write something fluffy with Verso ? 😭 (If you're taking requests ?) Idk just pure fluff like he calls her "princess" and is a gentleman to her ? (I'm a hopeless romantic and a sucker for fluff 😭)

Aaand that's it , sending love your way <3

I hope this is okay;;;; If it is not, I am so sorry pls forgib me ;w; Pairing: Verso x Reader Summary: Verso goes out of his way to make sure you're okay when the group is spending the night in camp. Word Count: 929 Rating: G Warnings: Fluff (?), use of nicknames

“Careful, princess,” Verso’s words of warning cut through the quiet copse and make you jump a bit in surprise.

You look over your shoulder, briefly, to see him walking your way. Then you go back to looking over the Curator who stands idly by waiting for someone to engage its skills.

“You might not like what looks back,” Verso says, meeting where you’re standing and casting his gaze at what you’re investigating.

“Its just so interesting,” you marvel, leaning over to try and notice something new from a different angle.

You hear Verso hum an amused, if skeptical, acknowledgment. “Well, I came to ask if you wanted dinner while it was still warm,” he muses, “I know how you scientific types absolutely love to put anything and everything before your own wellbeing.”

You scoff at him, but it carries no weight as you circle around the Curator and fumble through your jacket for your notebook. You flip through the pages quickly to find a blank sheet.

“Are you ignoring me, mademoiselle?” the usual growling cut of Verso’s voice is there and undercut by his feigned, dramatic, offense.

“I’m not ignoring you,” you begin to say.

“But you wish to gain sustenance from scientific discovery and have no need to partake in basic human functions?” he interrupts you.

You slide your eyes to meet his and find his chastisement is coming from a place of concern, not anger. You make a dramatic display of tucking your notebook away and gesture for him to lead on.

A small, slanted smile graces his features as he turns and walks you back to the fire.

You study his back as you go. His concern for you was different from his concern for Maelle. And as you think about his addition to your camp you realize you’d seen him impatient, but you aren’t sure you’ve seen him angry.

Not that you want to see him angry, particularly, he is fierce enough in battle while calm. But, call it scientific folly, you want to see what would happen.

A simple stew was simmering over the fire. You aren’t exactly passing through greener pastures so stew is the best your group can do with what little supplies you have. Verso has been more than helpful on that front too. He knows what plants grow in even the harshest environments, and he knows how to prepare them so they don’t kill you.

Verso waves you to sit, while he grabs two bowls and fills them. You take the time to glance around. It’s dark in the clearing, even with the moon shining on a cloudless sky. You notice there are no other silhouettes. The rest of your small expedition team must’ve already gone down to rest for the night.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, handing you a warm, full bowl.

You take it, gratefully, and get caught under his stare for a heartbeat. He breaks the moment, seemingly reluctantly, to sit with his own dinner. Your mind comes back to you as do the many questions you’re dying to ask him, most of which you fear you know the answer to. You take up a spoon and eat a few bites instead.

“You know you can tell me anything, princess,” he says, and the nickname he’s chosen to give you makes your blood warm. “I want you to trust me – I want us to trust each other,” he adds.

“Why does it matter?”

Verso gives you a look like he needs you to explain.

“We need you to continue on our journey. Why does it matter if we trust you?”

You watch a glimmer of understanding twinkle in his eyes. He leans forward, and you forget, for a moment, what you’re a part of. “I need you to trust me,” he says, his growling voice is low. You realize he’s telling you a secret. “I need you to trust me because things are only going to get worse, and I know we’re all going to need someone to rely on.”

You let him know you are listening to what he is telling you, and for a long while after you let his words sit between you in silence. You are hungry and you do want to eat something warm for once. And hadn’t he gone out of his way to make sure you take care of yourself?

But soon enough the food is gone, and you don’t feel tired and when you look at Verso, he doesn’t look tired either.

“You think I’ll rely on no one?” you ask, staring into your empty bowl.

“You rely on no one now,” he says with a light laugh. The sound doesn’t help how gravely serious he’s looking at you. “If you rely on no one it will kill you long before any of our enemies get the chance.”

“Okay,” you concede.

Verso stands and offers his hand to you.

You look up at him curiously but take his hand without hesitation. It’s warm and rough with callouses.

“When we get to that point, promise you’ll rely on me too.” You’re cringing a bit at your choice of words, given how the last promise had gone for your group, but felt you meant the words you chose.

For Verso’s part he doesn’t seem at all phased by you. Instead, he allows you to use his hand to stand and begins walking you to where everyone else is sleeping soundly.

“I promise,” he tells you as he leaves you there. You watch him disappear into the shadows before you lay down and finally rest.

[haedalkoo]

Hey! I thought of a question for you. What in your opinion was the most revealing moment of jikook's relationship, from a korean language standpoint? I know it might be very hard to answer since there are so many moments, but pick your favorite 💜 thank you! 🫂

OMG this is such an interesting question, and so hard to pick. I think most of the jikook moments that scream in whispers that they might be something more than friends are not just through the language, but everything that surrounds the familiarity and comfort and trust that surrounds the way they speak to each other.

I can point out Jimin's phone call to JK during his birthday live, the quiet words and the satoori slipping and that sweet "can i put you on speaker?" followed by JK refering to him as his "small and precious hyung."

I can talk endlessly about JK choosing the words pretty and cute to describe Jimin every. single. time. because his admiration for Jimin runs a little differently than it does with other members-- yes, they all love each other and he finds his hyungs smart, sexy, strong, incredibly cool and fascinating-- but his way of describing Jimin just pulls my heartstrings. Because he respects him as an artist so much, and their work ethics are copy-paste (that's why it's always these two staying for longer rehearsals, why they ride the same car on and off work, etc.) but he also finds him sexy, charming, pretty, cute, cute cute- even his toes are cute! The adjectives he uses for him are just slightly different, idk. it's so crazy

There's also this one moment from that Run BTS ep where they're both blonde and JK's mom tells JM she loves him (ALSO THAT!) where JK's saying "oh we're cooked all the other teams have smart members" and JM goes ??? YAH YOU HAVE ME? and he specifically says "넌 나를 가졌어?" which I think I already wrote a post about but basically, the verb he used was a little weird in the context they were in since it indicates a stronger sense of posession? that's why it's typically used to describe that someone is dating this or that person. Jimin was like I'm yours??? Isn't that enough for you??? (obv joking) AND IT'S JUST SO. UGHH. CAN YOU GUYS CHILL.

ALSO. god im going on and on about this but remember The NJ vlive? That's what did it for me. Jimin caressing his chest and then his chin, telling JK 'I love you' bc he was a little upset, a little pouty, and then whispering "I made my apology so may I go now?" to what Jungkook replied IN THE SOFTEST AND SWEETEST WHISPER "yeah you may" with a shy smile... I'm sorry but why is your hyung asking you for permission. Why is he suddenly talking formally and being all obedient.

Which btw, those switches to overly formal speech are so common with jikook when they're messing around, and it happened during his birthday call as well. it's always that little roleplay where JM loses his hyung privileges (only to take them back at the end lol).

Sorry, they drive me crazy.

Ahem.

I'm not sure this totally answered your question, but I'd say it's bc they are very catious with their speech and they just don't let certain things slip, or if they do, it's always under the pretense of a joke, so u can't really pinpoint one specific moment that tells-all. The complexity behind Jikook and their dynamic is what makes their bond so special and beautiful. 💗💗

[signedkoko]

Hii! Could I request a semi-romantic (idk what to call it lol basically like a lil soft/gentle romance) Alastor x reader? Reader is also an overlord but unlike Alastor, who's always smiling and looking for entertainment, they are very serious and rises in the ranks by threats and fear rather than making deals or contracts.

Alastor X Reader [Romantic]

In which the both of you are overlords, though you are far less cheerful and use darker means to accelerate your power. Reader is genderneutral.

Usually, Alastor hated the quiet, stoic types—those who thought they were too important for others

Well, he hated a lot of things, but he didn't let it show

The first time you met was at the overlord meeting after another extermination; you were one of the newer overlords

He could tell you were new because you didn't seem sure of where you were going, but you followed him and the strange egg attached to his hip the moment you realized who he was

Your face didn't move much, and your eyes seemed dull and unreadable

His first instinct was to judge, but he stopped himself

If you were an overlord, certainly you were of interest to him

During the meeting, he found your voice soothing; it stayed at a neutral tone, almost melodic with how smooth it carried, he listened carefully to how you conducted your speech carefully

Judging by Carmilla's words, you had overtaken two of the lesser overlords in your first year, and you had an unshakable grip on your territories

Impressive, but not unique

You weren't very talkative when he tried to strike up a conversation, but you never ignored him, always providing at least some kind of answer, even if it was repetitive

He was not someone you'd try against anyhow; no, he had a feeling some of your motives had been inspired by his own

Whenever someone tried to talk back to either of you, you delt with them and twisted their minds in ways that had them questioning themselves

You were just so interesting, and you were one of the first to not ask him for anything

Alastor is very traditional, so after months of being around one another, he found it appropriate to invite you out for tea, where he asked you to intertwine fates with his

The answer was probably the most emotional he'd ever seen you

" Certainly. "

How touching that you said more than yes or no!

But really, you are his pride and joy, someone he only introduces to those he really trusts or really loathes

If you ever show any outward emotion or ask something, he is always by your side

It's so rare, and every its time, it'says for a logical reason

Alastor might tease you to smile a tad more, even if he knows he's never seen you do it unless you've just gotten the upper hand in a fight

Both of you are fine just being in each other's company, you sit next to each other at any gathering or link arms; more often than not, it's Alastor initiating physical contact

A total power couple, though!

Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting! I wasn't sure what you meant by gentle romance so I just kept it at the same level I usually work with. Despite this, I hope it is still what you are looking for!

P.S; this is my 100th post! It is also the last I have in my inbox, so my requests are now open.

[manufactured-pleasantry]

Those of you reading my fic 'Hundred Day Curse' on AO3 may enjoy this snippet. It's a scene with Alfred and Bruce, set in the future of the fic that may or may not make it into future chapters. IDK yet. I like it, but it might not fit with how I eventually write the rest of the fic. Even so, it's a spoiler for them meeting again, so click read more at your own risk! (It's 1700~ words btw)

Bruce stared at Alfred as discretely as he could. He wasn’t entirely sure Alfred hadn’t noticed - he was Alfred, after all - but the man continued on as if he hadn’t so Bruce kept watching. Alfred was brewing tea in the suit he’d always worn; dark suit, white shirt, dark tie, and white gloves. His butler suit.

'Love me.'

Bruce hadn’t signed any employment documents recently so he was confident that he hadn’t rehired Alfred as the Wayne butler. Even if his parents hired Alfred for a lifetime, Bruce was rather certain that became null after Alfred had formally retired. Lifetime employments don’t tend to resume after retirement. Alfred couldn’t just rehire himself, could he? Why would he do that? Maybe Alfred was under the impression that the only capacity he could be in Wayne Manor was if he were a butler.

'Love me. Love me.'

That was silly. The kids invited Alfred over (because they couldn’t trust Bruce to take care of himself and Alfred was being shackled with him again after he finally escaped—) and Wayne manor was as much the kids’ as it was his. (Even though they didn’t really want it.) Surely Alfred knew that the kids saw him as something like a grandfather—he didn’t need to be a butler to stay here.

'Love me. Love me. Love me.'

Alfred placed a cup of tea in front of Bruce. It was doctored exactly how Bruce like it - the current Bruce, not the old man that actually enjoyed bitter things, because somehow they were still sweeter than his decrepit soul. With milk and an overabundance of sugar. An insult to proper tea but the only way Bruce was able to stomach it back when he was a child.

“Thank you, Alfred,” Bruce murmured. Because he wasn’t in a speaking mood but manners were a must.

“Your thanks is appreciated but unnecessary, Master Bruce,” Alfred responded.

Master Bruce. He drank some more tea. For surely the milky beverage would drown this ugly emotion in his chest. It was better than Mister Wayne, he told himself.

'Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me.'

Alfred had not made himself his own cup of tea. He busied himself with making lunch instead. Cute little tea sandwiches, including the cucumber sandwiches that he knew Dick hated but Bruce secretly liked. Usually Alfred would have the sandwiches prepared before he served tea but Bruce wasn’t going to complain. He liked watching Alfred cook. Alfred’s movements were always so fluid, so sure, never pausing as he moved from one step to another.

'Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me.'

Bruce would enjoy this more if he hadn’t been basically ordered to remain by Alfred’s side while his kids busied themselves with work. Ordered, like a misbehaving child in desperate need of supervision. Bruce hadn’t been misbehaving. He’d been good. He broke zero rules and took care to ensure he didn’t break the not-really rules either. Bruce didn’t need Alfred to be his nanny again.

'Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me.'

“Sandwich, Master Bruce?” Alfred offered.

Bruce nodded and Alfred plated five different tea sandwiches on his plate. He didn’t thank him again because apparently his thanks was unwanted. The sandwich was good and exactly how he remembered them tasting.

“Alfred?” he inquired, after he finished his lunch. “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here in the kitchen or why am I here in the manor?”

“The latter.”

“The children informed me of what happened and I thought it best if I were here to help,” Alfred answered.

'Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me.'

“You’re retired,” Bruce stated.

“Yes, I’m aware.”

“You’re no longer a butler.”

“One does tend to disidentify with their job title once they’re retired, yes.”

“Why are you here?”

“I believe I’ve already answered that, Master Bruce.”

'Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me.'

“You’re being obtuse,” Bruce growled before freezing. He had no right to growl at Alfred like that. No right to lose his cool. No right to be so rude.

Alfred sighed and Bruce braced himself to be dragged into Time Out. He knew Alfred didn’t do Time Out but prepared himself anyway.

“I was informed that my ward had reverted to that of a child’s physique. It is only natural that I have returned.”

Ward? “I have not been your ward for decades.”

“You’ve been in my charge since you were born, Master Bruce.”

'LOVE ME!'

“Uncle Philip is my legal guardian.”

Alfred’s fluid movements stuttered for a moment before resuming. “I seem to recall that he entrusted you back into my care after a scant two years.”

“You were my employee.”

“... Indeed.” Alfred opened a drawer and retrieved the silverware. He began to polish them.

“Alfred, why are you here?”

“What answer are you seeking, Master Bruce?”

He fell silent and watched Alfred polish the silver. Alfred would never give him the answer he desired.

'Why won’t you love me?'

“I want the truth.”

“I’ve told you the truth.”

“Then why are you dressed like a butler?”

“I’m comfortable dressed like this.”

“So you’ve not rehired yourself?”

Alfred’s mouth twitched. “No, I have not. I’m still retired, Master Bruce.”

“Then why are you here?”

Alfred sighed. “I’m starting to suspect that you do not want me here.”

'Will you ever love me?'

“I just want to know why. You left.”

“So did you. For four years, with only a brief visit in between.”

Bruce clenched his fists. “No, you went home.”

“I retired, Master Bruce. I did not go home.”

“Why are you here?”

'How do I earn your love?'

Alfred put the silverware down and made eye contact with Bruce. “My retirement was dreadful. I had not desired it, certainly not in the way I spent it. I had rather been here instead of retiring.”

“Then why retire?”

“Because, Master Bruce, I’ve noticed over the years that whenever I went on vacation, you were more careful on patrol. You got hurt less. You ate consistently. You slept more. I figured I was enabling you by virtue of being here and assisting you in everything you desired. I lacked the willpower to simply refuse you and so I remove the temptation and I retired. I wanted to return many times but feared that I would go back to enabling you. However, considering you’ve managed to embroil yourself in greater troubles than previously thought possible, I figured my retirement made no difference and saw no need to torment myself any further.”

“... You retired for me?”

Alfred huffed. “I retired out of misplaced judgement. I was simply being a fool, deluding myself. Trust me, I shan't be doing that again any time soon.”

Tell me.

“Am I correct in assuming you wish to come out of retirement?”

“No, Master Bruce.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Tell me what you do understand and I shall endeavour to explain what you don’t.”

“You retired for my own good but you’re back because it wasn’t working and you didn’t like retirement but you’re still retired.”

“I didn’t like retirement because it kept me away from Gotham. I’m perfectly content with being retired in Gotham.”

“But you’re performing butler duties.”

“I’m not.”

“You made me tea and sandwiches.”

“Yes.”

“I do not understand.”

Alfred sighed again and placed the silverware and cloth down. “Forgive me.”

Bruce frowned.

“You’re right. I’m being obtuse. Perhaps I’ve been obtuse all along. I thought you understood our silence, Master Bruce. I thought I understood your silence. Now I realise I’ve been wrong all along. I’m sorry.”

“... I don’t understand.”

“In truth, I haven’t been here in the manor in a butler’s capacity ever since your parents passed that fateful night. Though I performed my duties, that was more from habit and personal enjoyment than anything. I suppose I was also afraid of change when so much already had. I had convinced myself that you needed the familiarity, when the reality was that I that relied on it.”

When Bruce didn’t respond, Alfred continued.

“It was foolish of me and that has cost you and I too much. You especially. Decades of silence, unspoken thoughts left to fester uncontrollably, it has done us no good. Well, my retirement has given me much to think about and this conversation has given the final push I needed. You asked me why I have prepared you tea and sandwiches; I did so because I wanted to, because it is how I show my care, because you are my child and you hadn’t eaten yet.”

To hear it spoken so plainly made it seem so simple. It hurt that his insecurities could have been so easily settled if only he had the courage to ask. If only Alfred had the wherewithal to breach the topic. If only.

“Ask me again why I’m here.”

“Why are you here?” Bruce asked, chin wobbling with suppressed emotion.

“I am here because I am your guardian, your friend, whatever it is that I mean to you. I am here because I want to be.”

“... Because you care for me…”

“Because I love you,” Alfred corrected.

'You love me.'

“You love me,” Bruce repeated, voice thin with tears.

“I do. I always have.” Alfred dabbed away at Bruce’s face with a handkerchief.

“I have more memories of you than I do of my father, even when he was alive.”

“The late Dr Wayne was a busy man,” Alfred admitted. It was the closest Alfred would ever get to criticising his former employer.

“Mama said my first words were an attempt to say your name.”

“A fact I treasure to this day.”

“You’re the one to turn towards when I need help.”

“I’m grateful that you let me.”

“I want you to call me Bruce. Not Master Bruce.”

“Bruce.”

The call was unfamiliar in Alfred’s clipped tones but oh so beautiful. It was what he’d wanted for over thirty years. This simple address. Bruce devolved into a mess of tears and clutched onto Alfred’s lapels. Alfred responded by pulling Bruce to his chest and embracing him tightly.

“I think of you as a father,” Bruce confessed through his sobbing.

“I think of you as a son.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

It was all so simple, really.

[emmas]

I dont know exactly How they are going to get there and what the answers to all the mysteries are bc i’m simply Not a talented writer lol However i dont think the place where severance wants to take its story is all That difficult to predict if you just. Take a step back and remember whats most important and thats 1: the core theme of the show, which is Personhood and “who are you” and what makes a person a person. And 2: the protagonists mark and helly/helena

Like the show that asks you the question “are innies real people who deserve rights” is simply not going to end without giving the innies their rights. Any ending where the innies are just Erased or where their thoughts/feelings/opinions have 0 weight in a reintegrated body is just. Not going to happen. The show spent 2 seasons building up to the finale where mark s decides that he is a person of his own rather than just an attachment to his outie i know it was presented as a choice between gemma and helly but it really was just mark s realizing that he is someone who Deserves to live just as much as his outie does.

Now tying it into Mark Scout. Who has spent 2 years avoiding his grief, becoming an alcoholic, being a downright asshole at times (affectionate) and going as far as to Sever his brain in half in order to escape his pain. He’s not going to just get what he wants (Rekindling his marriage) while facing 0 consequences for All That. Mark basically looked into the camera (2x06) and said “perhaps i will be the first man on this planet to bargain my way out of grief” like. The show is not just going to actually let that happen lol. His reasons for choosing severance are understandable and its not like he’s a Bad person or anything but that doesn’t erase the fact that he created innie mark. It was his choice to create a person that is a version of himself who Does Not Love Gemma. And this isnt something he’s just going to be allowed to run from. They’re not going to end his character arc by ‘validating’ all this and just letting him live happily ever after with his wife while innie mark just doesn’t matter at all anymore. I still firmly believe his ending is to become Whole again (reintegration) and finally Deal with his feelings, accept his grief and move on.

Helena meanwhile is as much of a protagonist as helly is (its bc they’re the same person, even tho some people Love to ignore that). And the show has gone out of its way to make it Clear that she is just as trapped inside of lumon as the innies. Jame saying he “used to see kier” in helena tells us she used to be similar to helly, but it was simply Conditioned out of her by growing up in a cult with its leader as her father. I think Hellyna’s story will be to break free of lumon and her father so she can discover who it is she actually is when she’s not forced to wear a multitude of masks in order to please others. So any ending where helena dies and helly gets the body, or any ending that doesn’t see them reintegrating just doesn’t make sense to me bc in order to find themselves they both have to Accept who they are and getting rid of one of them just defeats that purpose imo.

Idk how the show will tie up the stories of some side characters (gemma, irving, cobel etc) and i dont know what will happen with lumon like if “lumon gets dismantled and everyone lives happily ever after” is Too idyllic of an ending. And i’m sure theres a few plot twist left and some mysteries to solve.

But at the end of the road we will have mark, hellyna and the main Theme of personhood. And i think that story will end with true reintegration for them both. Wether they end the show in a romantic relationship or not is 50/50. I genuinely think there’s a chance. Because thats what innie mark and helly are dead set on. But mark will still undeniably love gemma as well, so i think it might be too soon for the story to just have him in a different official relationship™. So i’m leaning more towards both of them deciding to take some time for themselves to figure some shit out before they promise to meet each other again a year from now.

[scribefindegil]

Is paper made at home with the blender method really always low quality? I've been wanting to learn to do it for ages and planned on doing so once I had enough space, it seemed like a craft with a relatively low bar of entry that I could do despite my disabilities and a good way to recycle all the junk mail I get, but if it's doomed to be low quality and fall apart it kinda sounds pointless to learn? I mean I never intended to do anything in particular with the paper, the process itself is what made my brain get all "oh I wanna do that", but if I won't even be able to use it to draw or write or give it to someone who can use it for that...idk. Are there ways to modify the shredded paper to pulp method so the paper has a better chance of being useful? Or is that also essentially impossible without a huge expensive machine?

(Also no worries if you don't have the spoons to answer, I always planned on doing my own research before starting and am still going to do that at some point regardless if I decide to actually try or not.)

Quick answer (might investigate more later if the curse lets me): it's going to depend partially on what you use as your base paper and what you're planning to use it for. My background is bookbinding and conservation, where papers need to meet pretty specific quality requirements bc they're used in ways that put them under strain (folding, glueing, being folded and frequently handled, often being the failure point of a binding or repair). Paper that's being used to draw with dry media or as an art object won't be subjected to that kind of stress, so it doesn't matter as much if it's fragile. Things to consider:

Thin sheets of paper will exacerbate the problems; a really thin sheet of blender-made paper might just not be usable, but if you pull chunkier sheets they'll hold up better

Using better-quality paper to begin with will get you a better-quality product. If you have any offcuts of watercolor or printmaking paper or good sketchbook paper, it will work best. Since you mentioned using up junk mail, know that it's probably going to make especially weak paper, though if you use a mixture of papers you can offset that somewhat. If you care about longevity, stay away from newsprint because it's acidic.

Even weak paper usually won't fall apart from basic handling, but it could be very brittle (cracking if you fold it) and not have much abrasion resistance (ripping up if you try to erase pencil lines), so bear that in mind when you're deciding what to do with it. It's also likely to be very fragile when wet.

You can draw or write with dry media on almost any paper, but if you want to use ink you might want to look into sizing. Even good-quality handmade paper is very absorbent and usually needs to be treated with a sizing agent to keep the ink from feathering out. The most common is gelatin, but I'm sure there are others.

The surface might also be very rough, making a pen/brush skip around. Paper can be burnished, which is done industrially with hot rollers and you can do yourself with a bone folder. It's pretty labor-intensive though

You can take advantage of the thickness and texture by making art paper—add tea or dried plants or glitter or little scraps of unpulped paper to your vat! Then the use of the paper is Being Cool so you don't have to worry about what else you can do with it

Also look into pulp painting! It's a technique where you actually *want* overprocessed fiber because you can use it to paint or stencil designs on other pieces of paper that have been couched and pressed but not dried yet. It was one of my favorite techniques to play around with when I was doing papermaking!

TLDR: You can't make really high-quality paper with the blender method, but you can definitely make usable stuff as long as you keep the strengths and limitations of the technique in mind!