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Oohh okay, thank you for letting me know. I was going to send something in (and still am) but I just wanted to double check with you to make sure. ^^

Of course! :D

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Hello!! I was wondering, are requests still open?

Yeah!

I'm not super. fast at writing them tho

But they generally stay in my inbox at least! And if I get motivated who knows!

But requests are always open :)

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Curious to see what Wilford would be the god of

Wilford would be the God of Chaos of course!

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6 / 13 requests I have are all for Dark 😭

listen i love him as much as the next person but!!

variety... ple as e

or at least more headcanon asks instead of drabbles ;;

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What would Dark be like as a god? What would he be the god of and what would he demand from his worshippers and priests?

God I have so many Dark lovers on this blog I tell ya-

Dark, God of the Underworld

He's very particular about rules, and strict in enforcing them.

He looks after the souls that linger in the underworld, making sure each gets the "afterlife" they deserve, before they can move on (into another life or fade out of existence basically)

He often looks after new arrivals himself! He's not so scary when you meet him like that

He is very good at comforting people, and gives very soft hugs

He doesn't have priests and worshipers per se. He gets prayed to from people for their deceased ones.

He's also the god most prominently spoken of during funerals!

He also gets prayed to by people who are afraid of their loved ones dying! Asking him not to come and take them yet and stuff

As such Dark has no demands from people either

If we're suspecting that gods and stuff walk among people sometimes, Dark would probably be seen at funerals quite a lot. I'd say there's a different god of death, so technically Dark isn't really the one to mention at funerals, but it'd likely be both gods then haha

Bonus of my Gods and Angel AU uwu

Dark isn't a god, but he's an "Angel of Order" which is higher than an angel but beneath a god still. He's the Caretaker of the Dead and Souls.

He looks after the recently deceased and makes sure their souls arrive safely in the Realm of the Dead. He makes sure they get the "afterlife" they deserve, before they can move on (into another life or fade out of existence basically).

He also looks after said realm and makes sure everything is in order there. He's the right hand of the god of death (and life, technically) you could say!

He's very prim and proper and very stern. He takes his job very seriously.

He doesn't like to be among humans, but sometimes he may be found attending funerals, or around someone who's dying.

(He secretly has a soft spot for people dying all alone, even though he can't do anything for them.)

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Can I get some NSFW of Anti x reader?

of course!!

do be a lil bit more specific though please!

at the very least who's dom and whos sub

bonus points if you have kinks or what reader (in case their genitals will be mentioned!)

id appreciate that :D

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pokes you with stick

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not on here!!

here is for writing and writing related things!!

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SPAM MEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ALRIGHT I AM BUZZING WITH NEED

GO SPAM @emptywritings THANKU

ego x reader // ego x ego // headcanons of any kind // sfw and nsfw

thank you

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fun thing where host hears reader narrating to themselves as a way to keep their mind on track and host misunderstanding as he thinks they’re mocking him (based on something i do irl)

taking narrating as also speaking third person ! i too talk to myself 90% of the time

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"Y/N just has to finish this, before they can move on to throw the trash out, no matter how much they don't feel like it, before they can make themself a snack.", you were mumbling to yourself as you did something or other, unaware of Host happening upon the scene. He listened quietly as you narrated to yourself, feeling... uneasy, perhaps.

"They just gotta finish this... take out the trash... and then they can snack.", you repeated to yourself, needing the reminder to stay on track. Eventually moving on, doing as you told yourself, unaware of Host staying just out of your sight.

Were you mocking him? It felt bad, as he kept listening to you mumbles, making him feel near upset. Why else would you narrate? If not to mock him? He avoided you, but you were soon noticing, seeking him out. You had no clue if you had dome something to upset him, but if you had, you wanted to be aware of it.

"Have I done something?", you asked him, clearly worried, gingerly holding onto his hand to prevent him from fleeing. Host didn't look at you, which was a bad sign in itself. "Talk to me, please?", you requested quietly, feeling tense with your worry. "The Host...", Host sighed, fidgeting. "Has Y/N been mocking the Host for his way of speaking?...". You blinked, confused, before you realized what he meant. "I would never mock you Host! I love you and how you talk exactly how you are. I narrate to myself like that to keep my thoughts focused.", you explained, squeezing his hand gently.

Host relaxed, finally a little smile finding its way to his lips as he looked at you again. "The Host is sorry for assuming things.", he mumbled softly. You smiled back at him, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips, happy to reassure him.

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and one singular nsfw ask because brain rot

sub author getting caught jerking off in the shower and reader going to edge him or overstimulate him !

nsfw obviously. uhh. cis boi

Sharing a cabin meant sharing every room whenever you might need to share them. It usually wasn't a problem, as you usually never had a need for the bathroom while you could hear Author shower. But well, you had forgotten your phone in there, and only realized it when you heard the shower, and you kind of really wanted it.

You knew Author wouldn't mind, of course he wouldn't, but this would still be a rare occurrence. You entered the room quietly, not wanting to disturb Author's shower -though you doubted he'd be bothered, as he usually didn't shower that long either. Still, your gaze was drawn to the shower involuntarily when you entered. It was simply instinct to look where sound was first. You saw your cute little boyfriend leaning against the cold tiles, panting softly, letting your gaze trail down his body.

You knew Author wasn't really one for masturbating, so it was a bit of a surprise to see him stroking himself, his needy little whimpers you usually drew out of him escaping him. With a mischievous grin, you quietly walked up to the shower, settling your hands on your hips as you watched him, listened to him whimper over the sound of the water.

"Baby... need a hand?", you hummed, laughing as Author made a startled sound and nearly slipped. He was blushing furiously, making you giggle. "Turn off the shower, I think we have more important things to do~", you smirked, already planning on torturing your cute little boyfriend until he was begging you to stop, just for you to keep going even more. After all, where was the fun in teasing your boyfriend catching him jerking off when you couldn't make him an overstimulated mess?

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darky and getting a makeover from the reader hehe -

"I think it'll look good on you!", you hummed, holding the outfit in your arms. Dark watched begrudgingly, not entirely certain about it. You were well aware of his colourblindness, but you happily looked out for patterns and how clothes were cut. And you could still have fun with differently saturated make-up stuff!

So you made Dark dress up, before sitting him down and beginning to work on his make up, humming happily as you made your lover look as handsome as you possibly could. When you were done, you were beaming in pride, taking in the sight of your lover. You may not be the best at this whole "makeover" stuff, but the new outfit suited him quite well!!

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Requests are open!

Heyo, I’m @voidsnarrator and made a blog for writing requests or smth

I’m taking requests currently! You can find the fandoms I write for on my blog, or in [this] post here (for mobile users). I also post all of my work on my AO3 right [here] if you’d like to leave a comment there 💜 

Use prompts from [here] to send in ideas!

Please send the whole sentence so I know exactly what you mean. In case of emoji prompts, please send the title of the post as well. It makes it a lot easier to write your requests!

Or send in your own ideas! Whatever you want to request, go wild! SFW or NSFW!

I can do any ships, no ships, or x reader!

Please specify which fandom and characters when requesting!

Please also be aware that this is NOT first come first serve. I’ll try to write older requests first, but it all depends on my ideas, motivation, and how I feel.

I try to keep track of asks on the blog! (See it on desktop)

Happy requesting! 💜

Also please DO NOT INTERACT if you like doctordiscord123/Mabel’s content. If you interact with her in any way, please block me. Thank you.

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anti with a reader who can turn into a cat like marvin can and finding out !!!

"Where are ya?", Anti grumbled, trying to find you. You usually never were that hard to find! But you didn't have your phone with you, so that didn't help, and you weren't in your room either, which was equally annoying. He glitched around, trying to find you anywhere, before he huffed, floating in the air laid back and arms crossed. "Can't leave ya outta my sight fer a second.", he muttered to himself, unhappy he couldn't find you.

A little mreow caught his attention. "Waddya want Marv?", he scoffed, flopping over onto his belly to look down at the ground. He wasn't met with the familiar sight of a pure white cat, with those dumb markings on its forehead and blue eyes. Instead it was a cat he had never seen before. "Who're you?", he let a hand dangle down, watching the strange cat wander up to rub against it, purring happily. He pouted as he scritched at the cat, feeling its soft fur and warm body.

"Have ya seen Y/N?", he asked, because he might as well continue conversing with a strange cat. The cat meowed at him in reply, and if he made an embarrassingly girly sound when the cat suddenly wasn't a cat anymore, it was no one's business. "Y/N!", he exclaimed, landing on his feet in a glitch as suddenly the person he had been searching for was right in front of him: you. And you, you had the gall to giggle at him!

"I'm sorry Anti. I meant to tell you, but..", you shrugged, as Anti glared at you -softened by the pout he was wearing. "Yer a mean one.", he huffed, glitching behind you to wrap his arms around your middle, licking at you ear -making you squeal and laugh, trying to struggle away. "Sto~op!", you whined, feeling Anti smirk against you. Okay, maybe you had deserved it. A little.

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Y'all can also request headcanons and stuff!

Just in case you were wondering

I take pretty much any requests you can think of haha

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wilford and getting taught to bake by the reader <3

"Wii~iil!", you whined before laughing, as Wilford emptied the entire bag of flour into the bowl -thankfully otherwise empty. "We don't need all that flour!", you giggled, looking at the scale. A lot of the flour hadn't even hit the bowl, but it was still far too much. "We can just make more!", Wilford grinned, making you sigh. "Neither of us can do the math to figure out the rest of the recipe Wilfy.", you hum, watching the man pout at you. "And no, we can't just eyeball it!".

With Wilford's hopes and dreams (of a lot of cookies) dashed, he obediently scooped the flour back into the bag, until you had the right amount left. You then supervised Wilford with adding the rest of the ingredients, mixing them correctly, and eventually getting to the fun part: cutting them out.

While cutting the shapes, you went on to explain to Wilford what made this dough able to cut into shapes, trying your best to keep his attention as Wilford eagerly stamped out cookies. Eventually you stopped, if only because you had to keep Wilford from eating all of the dough before it was baked. "If you eat it now we can't decorate them after they're backed!", you chide, squealing when Wilford throws you over his shoulder to stop you from stopping him. "Will!", you laughed, hitting his back, shaking as his body shook with his laughter.

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author boio finding the reader hurt and hurting the one that hurt them

Author could basically feel your mood drop somewhere behind him. You often sat in the room while he was writing, simply enjoying sharing the same space as the other, so he was quite used to your presence. He set his pen down and swiveled around, looking over at you. Curled up, phone in hand, frowning.

He stood, striding over, and plucked the phone straight out of your hands. You made a protesting sound, trying to reach up and take it back, but Author kept one hand on top of your head to make sure you stayed seated while he investigated. "What are you doing?", Author sighed, shaking his head. You pouted, looking away from him, though he didn't let that fly either. Grabbing your chin gently, making you look up at him again.

You tried to explain, eventually looking away as Author's gaze kept darkening. When you stuttered through the end, Author gave you your phone back -with youtube opened, and your favorite videos. "You better be watching these and nothing else by the time I come back.", he said, and you nodded silently, fidgeting. Author draped a blanket over you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before he grabbed his bat and was off.

When he came back hours later he was covered in blood, his bat dripping still. With little care about it, he made his way over to you, plopping down and pulling you into his lap, burying his face in your neck as the amused voices rang from the video you were half-watching. "You're mine.", Author muttered, holding you tightly. "No one gets to abuse you. You're mine. Mine alone. Mine.".

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can i request some host comfort? for both of us but just- comfort

Host knew something was wrong. He didn't need his narrations for it when the negative feelings seeped off of you like a waterfall and filled the room. Not like he'd need those powers either -if he could see, he'd be able to tell just from looking at you that something was wrong.

You didn't look up when you heard him, making a soft sad sound when Host draped his coat over your form. He picked you up, holding you close to himself as he carried you out of your room and to another. "I'm here love.", he murmured, soon settling down with you in his lap, letting the taller man wrap all around you and holding you close. "I'm here. You're not alone. It'll be okay.", he continued softly reassuring you, letting you curl up small and cling to him. Letting him hold you close, shielding you from the world as much as his body could.

He began mumbling about his day, telling you nonsensical things in that voice of his. Just talking and talking, letting you focus on his voice, feeling his breaths as your head leaned against his chest. You didn't really feel better, your chest feeling empty and hollow. But you weren't alone, and you had the support of your partner. You'd get through this, eventually. It would hurt, and it would take time, but it would eventually be better.

"You'll get through this. You're so strong darling. You're so brave. I love you so much. I promise things will be okay, and you're not alone. This pain will end.".