#send in your requests please

[audaciousacolyte]

New and improved intro post

Howdy there! My name is audaciousAcolyte, but you can call me Audacious or AA.

I keep forgetting that I have this blog, but that’s not going to stop me from posting at completely random and unpredictable times.

What I will do:

X readers

Character x Character (depends lol)

Poly ships <3

Self-ships (PLEASE SEND REQUESTS FOR YOUR SELFSHIPS I LOVE SELFSHIPPING IT’S SO FUN)

Character Matchups

NSFW

SFW

Hurt/comfort

Art requests (SEND REQUESTS FOR YOUR BLORBOS)

YANDERE

ANYTHING INVOLVING SELF-SHIPPING

What I won’t do:

Heavy gore

Hardcore angst

Piss/poop/fart kink (no shade to whoever’s into that, but I don’t vibe with it)

SH or Su!c!d3 related stuff

What I won’t tolerate:

Kink-shaming

Homophobia

Transphobia

N*zis

Generally hateful words and actions

Ped0phillia

Racism

Fandoms:

Sonic the Hedgehog (all variants)

Homestuck

Cookie run Kingdom

Transformers

Lego Monkie Kid

Cult of the Lamb

Rules for requesting:

(Art requests):

Send in a reference of your blorbo you want drawn and a prompt!

(X reader and Character x character requests):

Please specify what you would like to see in as much detail as possible, and remember to limit your characters to 2 or 3

(Character matchup requests):

Describe your personality in as much or as little detail as you feel comfortable with, and tell me what fandom you’d like a matchup for!

(Self-ship requests):

Tell me about your selfship! What your s/i is like, what your relationship is to your f/o, and what your dynamic with one another is! I love hearing others gush about their favorite characters, and I’d love for you to gush to me about all the juicy details <3

Requests are open, Pookies <3

[macdennisnation]

iasip stills requests: Carmen (pt. 1)

[ynhart]

I have a special prayer request. Today is the anniversary of my mom's death. Can I ask for some prayers?

[perplexingly]

what if I did Dragon Age sketch requests but specifically of your DA:A Warden Commanders with the Awakening companion you wish you could romance --

[the-forgotten-one1]

I feel sometimes Toby has small fleeting moments when he remembers Lyra and has breakdowns but they only last for a few moments and when he forgets again all he knows is there’s some huge void he needs to fill. So something with the song in my room by Julia wolf fits him so well!

I probably could have added some things in the background but I got a little too ✨lazy✨

Still happy with how this turned out though! It was fun thinking of a pose that would fit. Another good song btw 👀

[snkyou]

Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones

Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3

hihi requests are still open btw

I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;

that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3

Now on Ao3!

The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 

He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.

His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 

There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.

He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.

Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 

“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.

“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.

He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.

It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.

“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”

He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.

While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 

“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”

He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.

She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 

Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.

“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”

She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.

Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.

Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.

“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 

From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.

A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”

Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 

Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 

Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.

“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 

Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 

Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 

This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.

“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”

That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.

He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.

When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 

He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 

Just… why him?

As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.

When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.

It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.

As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.

“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.

Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 

She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”

Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.

This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.

“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.

Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.

“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.

This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.

[mantegato]

new stamps for yvonnara's petpage :) (quick warning for eyestrain!) requests are open temporarily so if you want anything specific, feel free to neomail me! make sure u read the request rules first tho o7

[kaiist]

Hello, annonie! I’ve received the first ask around two weeks ago, and the second ask just recently, so I assume both of these requests may have come from the same person, perhaps...? They’re creative, but just a reminder: I’ve got a rule in my “About Me” post that I don’t do personalization requests.

It looks like that might’ve been missed? Which is totally okay! But that means I won’t be able to take on these requests, I’m really sorry! I appreciate your interest in sending and trusting me with these requests, and I hope you’re able to find another writer who can bring your idea to life (there are lots of amazing writers in the LADS fandom, waaaaaay better than me). Just posting this here so you don’t keep tossing asks into the void ╥﹏╥

Other than that, feel free to request anything else after searching through my “About Me” post! Thanks so much for understanding! (≡^∇^≡)

[axlestuck]

hi! can i request androgynous fuhscia blood nepeta and ross lalonde in his winter outfit? if not, its fine!

Here you go! Let me know if you wanted something more specific.

[falling-star-cygnus]

when he’s a morally ambiguous, tall, dark haired man that had his body altered by this ‘peace’ promoting corporation [that’s actually super shady and ‘liberated’ a former slave] and wields a gun against his targets

or when his most popular ship is donned in red with cool-toned eyes and considered otherworldly in terms of looks [and traveled through space mayhaps] while also being way stronger then he appears first

hahah

am i talking about argenthill or vashwood?

[timeforaciggy]

These Spencer requests are genuinely helping my creativity. I’m honestly so happy to see them show up! I was not expecting anything a day ago but overnight you guys surprised the f outta me and are amazing!

I’m already working on them and couldn’t be more grateful. I’ve been stuck in a writer’s block for SO long, I’m so excited to start writing these :,) I only have a few requests but that’s INSANE for me.

Thank you for submitting and please don’t hesitate to request! I’m so happy to see ya’ll show up and ask for my writing you’re so sweet and I can’t wait to fulfill all of them! My turnaround rate for requests/prompts/fics can be a bit delayed I’m very busy with life, but I pinky promise I always try my very best to put my all into my writing and create exactly what you want!

Also, don’t be afraid to be specific or picky! It helps me curate my writing and your requests so much! (I’m already writing one and I’m having so much fun)

[the-forgotten-one1]

Driver's seat by Madds Buckley. It could work for anyone but I'm thinking Toby! :)

I love you for requesting this (good song btw :0)

Small headcannon dump below cut :D

Toby has some of his dad's old bad traits, but unlike his dad, he actually attempts to try and make a change about himself.

He does sorta drag himself down about it sometimes despite the improvements he does manage to make, but EJ is always there to support him whenever he does! EJ usually points out the things that Toby has managed to change already, and that usually helps improve his mood :]

Toby doesn't wanna go down the same path that his dad took, so he does his best to change in order not to be fully like him.

[ghost-proofbaby]

in honor of spotify wrapped day and wanting to feel human again maybe, let's do something i did back when i first joined writing on tumblr.

send me a number between 1-100, and a character (eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, astarion, shadowheart, gale, etc.), and i'll write a little something-something.

[jincheeto]

Wonderin' if you could draw some Ice Finn? :3

Rabid ice child experiences the horrors <3

Bonus:

[songbirdstyles]

I know I haven’t posted let alone written in forever (like I think my last writing was in 2021??) but I’m fully back in my Harry phase and I want to write and read everythinggggg

[cookies-after-dark]

This is my first time asking something so this is very embarrassing and I'm scared somehow someone will be able to see I typed this, BUT can you please do a longer one of the pure vanilla/shadow milk and witch thing if you haven't already???

(took me 20 minutes to write I was TOO embarrassed)

Yep! I sure will continue that sometime in the future soon, later on probably!