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[cilli-kun--writes]

Update!

Hello everyone! I would like to announce that I now have some fresh meat to help me with the blog! I, Kessmun, will still be handling all the asks and the imagines, while CilliMun will be here for ships and for oneshot requests!

I would like to remind everyone that we do accept oneshot requests, but only of current existing imagines! This is very important, and your ask will be ignored if you do not follow our rules.

As for the Ships, we accept all walks of life, and welcome you to submit a brief description of yourself, your likes/dislikes, and we would like you to specify if you want a male ship, female ship, or both.

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has stuck around for this blog, even through its many times of idleness and ghost-like nature. You are all wonderful, and I love you all so much 💚💙

[cilli-kun--writes]

Bloodhound x Dysphoric!AFAB!NB! Reader

Bloth had been looking for you for a few hours, the two of you were supposed to go out to the town nearby. Their time off was warranted after the rough match two days ago. Artur was being no help at all, flitting between Bloodhounds shoulder and any high up place reachable by the raven. 

“Where are they, Pretty Boy?” They ask their companion. He just squawks at the hunter, pulling at their red hair. They sigh, swatting the bird away. They pass Ajay in the corridor of the base and stop her. 

“What’s up, Bloth?” She asks, seeing the worried look on their face. She’s been around them long enough to know when the usually nonchalant hunter was perturbed. 

“Have you seen my Elskan?” They ask the combat medic. She hums and taps a finger on her cheek, trying to remember. 

“I saw them this morning. They came to breakfast, but didn’t eat much and left pretty quickly.” She didn’t seem to think anything was the matter. 

“Right, you have my thanks.” They say, knowing you had gone to hide from the world. They decided to check your old room. They weren’t sure why you would have hidden in the abandoned room, as you had moved into their room months ago. Artur flies into their path, playfully hopping next to them as they near your old room. 

“Sæti?” He crows quietly over and over, clearly sensing you nearby. They open the door and strain their eyes to look into the unlit room. Without their goggles or tracking equipment, it was harder for them to see. They tilt their head, seeing a human shaped darker shadow on the old bed. 

“Ástvinur?” They call into the room, watching as you move slightly under the stolen blankets, most likely from your shared bed. They slip into the room, Artur barely making it inside as they shut the door. You don’t respond so the hunter moves to the bedside, sitting down and placing a hand on your shoulder. They aren’t looking at you at first, allowing you to react without pushing you too far. 

“Have you worn your binder for too long?” They ask. “Is that why you didn’t meet me?” They turn to gaze at you behind their goggles. 

“Wait… what time is it?” You ask, panic rising for having made them either wait or look for you. You poke your head out from under the heavy fur blankets they had gifted you months ago. 

“It is currently Sixteen Hundred.” They answer you, patting your shoulder lightly. “It is alright, Elskan. I understand why you have hidden away.” They don’t point out that it was because your dysphoria had reared its ugly head again. 

“You do need to get up and eat, even if you just move to our room. I can bring you something from anywhere you wish.” They knew how to take care of you. A shower, food, and some tlc and you would be better. 

“I don’t want to get up. Everything feels wrong.” You tell them sheepishly, feeling as if you’re a bother. They nod, deciding for you regardless. They pick you up, blankets and all, with no issue. 

“Then you stay hidden, Elskan. I will take you to our room.” They carry you down the halls, taking you into your shared room and sitting you down on the bed. They pull away and pick up their phone, typing quickly before tossing it to the side and turning back to you. They pick up your makeup that you kept on the bedside table and sit down in front of you. 

“You know you don’t need this to make you look androgynous?” They tell you, opening the contour anyway. They work to contour your face. Once they are finished, they show you what they’ve done by picking up a mirror. While you are looking at the expertly done makeup, they get one of their sweaters that they only have for you. Tossing it to you, they smile and kiss your cheek. 

“My amazing Enby Love.” They say, affirming your gender.

[cilli-kun--writes]

So this one is going to be pretty long. It is getting away from me. 

<> Cilli-Kun

Can you write a one-shot of Bloodhound comforting a non-binary afab so on one of their really bad dysphoria days?

Working on it now!

<> Cilli-kun

[cilli-kun--writes]

Hiya ! I love your Crypto story ! But who the character in the story is supposed to be ? Is it your name Or like an oc ? :> Also can u write another one for Crypto ?? ?

Lei is an OC that belongs to a friend of mine! I would love to, you can message me or send another ask with any guidelines that you may like!

<> Cilli-Kun

[cilli-kun--writes]

Can you write a one-shot of Bloodhound comforting a non-binary afab so on one of their really bad dysphoria days?

Working on it now!

<> Cilli-kun

[cilli-kun--writes]

@cosmic-trash-writing

When you see a progressing fanart of a beginner artist:

When the artist claims their doodle “shitty”:

When you see your OTP/fave characters drawn as Stickmen:

Artist draws OTP together:

Shifting and experimenting different styles on your art:

When ESL people and budding writers post beautiful fanfics as best as they can even with slight grammar errors:

When you saw a fanfic that met your satisfaction:

[cilli-kun--writes]

Crypto x Fem!OC

It was late. Crypto had been up for a long time, working on dragging up Devereux's files. He sighs, leaning back in his chair before noticing the pale woman standing in his doorway.

Had he missed hearing her knock on the door?

He turns to her and tilts his head. "Ya?" He stands and moves to her. "What's wrong, Lei? Mwoga munje ya?" He asks. Before she can speak, he pulls her into his arms.

She mumbles something under her breath about a bad dream waking her up. "I can't sleep." She finishes, holding onto him. He hums.

"I have to finish my work, Nae Kkoch." He says. "But, how about you come keep me company?" He asks, when she nods, he leads her over to his computer. He sits down in the large chair in front of a table that can change height depending in whether he is sitting or standing. He pats his lap, allowing her to crawl into it and settle down before changing the height of the table. He helps her get comfortable after he readjusted, her head resting on his chest. He wraps his arms around her for a few minutes, deciding to pay attention to her. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks and she shakes her head. "Alright. Well, how about you close your eyes for me."

She closes her eyes and he begins working on his computer again. As he works he begins singing, soft and gentle. It sounds like a lullaby and the sound of his voice soothes her. She doesn't realize that she is falling asleep until her head lolls to the side.

He notices her falling asleep and smiles to himself. He lifts her up and carries her over to his bed. She had drifted off again by the time he laid her down and tucked her in. He watches her for a moment, sleeping angelically in his bed before going to work on his project again.

The next morning she wakes up, seeing him asleep at his desk, an alert on his computer saying his download was complete. She remembers the night, thinking it was a dream. Next to her head there is a small note, written with bad penmanship. "Good morning, Nae Kkoch. I'm probably asleep at my computer. I'm sorry I didn't make it to bed. I love you. ~TJ."