#📢.writes

[tarotphil]

this is absolutely just another case of “I like [x thing], I like phil. what if phil did [x thing]” but. I like audio drama podcasts, I like phil. what if phil did audio drama podcasts

[toxicrecs]

raiders: my historical fic recs, compiled

Here are some raider fics I've publicly reblogged or recommended over the past 11 months or so. All of these writers are lovely and have more works you should check out. I also have several raider fics of my own on @toxicanonymity. BLOG FAQ

Smack my Bitch Up by @milla-frenchy

Beastly by @ezrasversion

Stranger than a Stranger by @proxima-writes

Run Rabbit by @justagalwhowrites

The Wrong Way by @romana-after-dark

Guard Dog by @romana-after-dark

Bullet for You, Darlin' by @kewwrites

The World is Not Made for You by @corazondebeskar-reads

A Kindness you can't afford by @joelscruff

Valentine's day by @darkuselesssomebody

Devotion by @noxturnalpascal (main quality is cult leader)

You have been warned by @bonezone44

I've previously shared another rec list by @dins-riduur-anthe too. It does not have all of these or all of mine but is broader to include other dark characters.

These are my personal recs, not a comprehensive list of all raider AUs.

NOTES: Linking to your own reblogs is best practice in case the original gets deleted. Please click through to the original posts for masterlists, which may have been updated. Some of these I've shared multiple times but have a poor tagging history. I don't expect this to grow significantly. I don't read all dark fics, and my pedro reading in general has been declining.

[seuonji]

彡 your voice. — choi seungcheol

notes ๑ angst-ish?

warnings ๑ indication of consumption of alcohol — drunk characters

word count ๑ 0.1k

your phone buzzed.

it was 2am and you were getting a call from an unknown number. actually it was more like a number without a contact name. you recognised the number, somehow you remembered it by heart but you could be hallucinating. what were the chances it was actually him?

out of concern, you picked up and from the other line, you heard a desperate, raspy voice, “pick up please.”

your heart dropped.

“ynnie.”

“hello?” you whispered.

“yn,” he slurred. “i’m forgetting your voice,” he continued.

“seungcheol?”

“please just talk.”

it’s been so long since you’ve spoken to him, how is it he’s here, begging you to speak now?

“i miss you.”

“wha- are you okay?”

“i’m fine, just want to hear your voice.”

you were silent and you could hear quiet, sullen murmurs from him.

you didn’t know if you should oblige to your ex’s wishes. but perhaps just this once, you could. after all, you’ve never heard him so vulnerable before.

[hartsvale]

i know i say this a lot, but i wish more people who liked villains just indulged themselves rather than dragging themselves across the coals because of it. it sucks that fandom has made, like, every single villainfucker feel like they need to flagellate before they can enjoy their favorite character (who is a bad person) in relative peace. sometimes, they can't even have that. i enjoy some truly repellant characters. i can enjoy them while also not being a monstrous person to be around. i'm not holding the knife, man. he is. i'm not apologizing for anything; i just think he's hot.

[shibaraki]

in the mood for an izuku wip today… time to put him under the microscope and poke at him

[call-me-copycat]

I have updated my pinned post so Aizawa and Present Mic are both fine to request anything from me (Platonic/Romantic/Yandere) instead of just platonic (〃´∀`)

Feel free to request as such! ♡⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

[cupidhoons]

NOTE: PLEASE READ (or not)

okay hi hello to my mutuals/whoever is seeing this >< firstly, i would just like to say thank you for all the support and i cannot believe that i've hit 700 followers!! i am extremely grateful for all the love and support that you all have given me and i will continue on posting for you all 🫶

secondly, exams are coming up tomorrow so i might be a little bit more inactive than usual — i am not going on hiatus, but i felt that you guys deserved to know what i am doing. with everyone coming back to blr again, it makes me sad that i have to be slightly inactive however knowing myself i will probably (most likely) be drained out from school and i might be MIA for at least 3 weeks max. i will be posting from time to time (hopefully) and i'll always be answering asks so don't worry!! 🤗🤗

i won't be tagging mutuals, but i do hope that you all see this and read through this post. i originally wasn't going to make a post about this but i felt that with me starting to talk to everyone again — you guys should at least know my whereabouts 😇 if you guys would like to talk to me then you can follow my ig @/afterhoons. i'm almost always active on ig so 😭 but anyway, everyone pls take good care of yourselves and be safe!!

[kelin-is-writing]

how do you think dabi would be with an s/o who has a tendency to isolate/push people away? like someone who's not used to gentle touch and affection. I neeeeed some comfort hcs on this omg

dabi x fem!reader

he’s actually someone who pushes others away just like you and most probably for the same reason as yours too: the fear of being hurt, abandoned or even worse, betrayed.

still, if you’ve been genuine with him for as long as you two have known each others there’s no way dabi would let you back out, because once he got a taste of these new feelings of security and stability that he has never felt in his life, this poor boy got hooked to them in a way he never thought would happen.

which is why he took the chance of you two being alone once and tried to talk it out with you, when he asked right off the bat why you where trying to push him away after getting close on your own “what are you scared of?”, that question hit you hard and made tears build in your eyeline, to his surprise “of me. because i get too attached, give my everything and then... what if you get tired of me and start hating me? i don’t want that...”, his eyes soften up while looking at you covering your face against your palms, shoulders shaking from the sobs you were trying to hold back. this is exactly what you wanted to avoid, show vulnerability in front of dabi, afraid he would back away and be annoyed at you for already getting so hopelessly attached to him.

but unlike what you thought, the boy took a step forward surrounding your small figure with his strong arms holding you close to his chest, an hand resting on the back of your head gently “i won’t get tired of you, i’m literally following you around most of the time. i did it now too, didn’t i?”, you stop crying thinking about what he just said and glance up at him surprised “you did?” “duh??” “why?”, he stares at you with a lifted eyebrow wondering if you were serious or joking around with him, but no you genuinely didn’t realize his feelings for you yet “because i like you and i want to have you as close as possible to me.”, dabi though kept for himself the part where he tells you that your presence in his life is like a breather that fills him with a newfound will to live; he was gonna tell you about it in the near future, he was already exploding from how overwhelmed he feels after confessing out of the blue because... what if you refuse him?

when feeling you sneak your arms around his chest and hug him tightly while burying your face onto it, dabi came back to reality and looked down at you with a sweet gaze that he has never given to anyone else ever in his life “i like you too... so much it got me crying...”, you giggled at that while he snorted pressing his lips onto the top of your head, a rare genuine smile tugging at his lips “that’s why, stop pushing me away and just get attached as much as you want, i’ll be taking care of you.”, you look up at him with a bittersweet smile, relieved by his words, but still with a fear inside “i’ll take care of you too, so don’t bottle your feelings up anymore, okay?”, dabi stares at you surprised for a few seconds before patting your head tenderly glancing down at you with a look of pure love and care in his eyes that you’ve never thought you could’ve seen into them “we good then, ain’t we?”, you nodded firmly and then watched as dabi leaned down to press his lips gently onto yours, you reciprocated it lacing your arms around his neck and when you two parted a little giggle left your lips as you gazed up at him amused “you can’t wait, can you?”, he pretended to think about it then looked down at you with a cocky grin and lifted eyebrow “yeah, no, i think i’ve waited for this moment to come long enough.”, and now that he finally has you he ain’t gonna let go that easily.

[takethebodymarc]

but quackity what if i want to watch every creator and have at least 5 streams open everyday--

[tarotphil]

no fditl, no wdapte 2023… SAD. well, there are other rhythm guitarists.

[orchid3a]

i wanna change my theme... and i will and then i will force myself to do smt instead of rotting in my bed!!!!

[hartsvale]

i know we've got a few days left before new years, but my 2024 resolution is writing more smut. like, 2024 is the year that i let myself be absolutely unhinged and filthy again.

[call-me-copycat]

While I'm working on all the Aizawa requests, does anyone have any Shirakumo requests in mind?

There's not a lot going for him so I wanted to see if I could write him more やあ(*´-ω・)ノ

I'm beginning to get more into his character ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

[honeycomb-fics]

#Ghosted

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100

Pairing: Dimple x Reader (gender neutral) ft Dimple!Serizawa

Word Count: 2.4K too many

Fluff, Humor, Rom-Com (I will most likely make this a series)

Summary: What happens when you catch feelings but you’re already dead? Your series of misfortunes catches Dimple’s eye and he has to wrestle with the implications of romance in the afterlife.

AO3 link

Dimple was planning on spending his day accompanying Shigeo as he went with Teruki to look at the new Hagemon collection. He figured he would at least get some entertainment from his day dropping some snide remarks at how tragic he found their shared sense of fashion, but he couldn’t help but notice he was feeling a bit restless and bored. Even in the face of being able to toss some insults at Teruki, it was becoming less exciting as his hair grew back and he stopped switching wigs every two weeks, material wasn’t as readily available.

Something caught Dimple’s eye as he leisurely floated behind the two adolescent boys who were chatting away about god knows what, he zoned out a while ago. You had just rounded the busy corner, carrying an armful of coffee orders for your coworkers from Mobucks ready to make the trek back to the office when you tripped over a piece of uneven pavement, effectively dropping every last beverage.

“Oh fucking hell,” You sighed out, throwing your hands in the air in resignation, “The nightmare never ends..”

You rifled through your bag for some spare napkins and fruitlessly attempted to dry your pants before picking up the cups off the sidewalk. You stomped your feet as you made your way over to the nearest trash bin, chucking the coffee cups in with a vigor. A deep grimace lined your face as you wiped your hands clean, preparing to make a 180 back to the coffee repeat the entire errand.

Dimple watched the whole mess unfold with a sense of fascination at your expressions and exhaustion. Something about your deep sense of annoyance resonated with him.

He glanced at Shigeo before starting to float across the street in your direction, “Catch up with you losers later!”

You were already halfway down the block by the time Dimple floated in your direction. He opted to just linger slightly behind you as you entered Mobucks, he was a little put off by the fact that he felt inclined to follow you in the first place.

“Welcom- wait weren’t you just here?” The barista asked, “Was there something wrong with your order?”

You stared deadpan back pointed with one hand to your soaked pants that were clearly covered in coffee, “No, just dropped them. Give me a sec and I’ll retell you the entire order.”

Dimple thought to himself ‘this shit is hilarious’ watching you fish through your disorganized bag for a list while customers in this queue piled up behind you. Some impatient middle aged man let out an annoyed huff and you were growing visibly more distressed.

“I can.. probably look your order up in the system actually,” the barista chimed in after five minutes of your desperate searching.

‘Well damn why didn’t you say that sooner’ Dimple retorted to no one. Feeling himself starting to get annoyed on your behalf.

“Oh thank god,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, “I was never going to find it in this quagmire.”

You paid with your company card; which Dimple, much to his dismay, took note of where you worked, and you patiently waited for all ten drinks to be re-made. Throughout your entire journey back to the office, he trailed behind you feeling a small pit of anxiety hoping that this batch of drinks didn’t meet the same destiny as the last. Every time they started to teeter in your arms, he would subconsciously rush forward with concern.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Dimple mused aloud.

He floated in front of you briefly and allowed himself to get a good look at your face, seeing if that was what drew him to you. He noted that, sure, objectively he considered you attractive but that wasn’t quite hitting the nail on the head completely. After all, he’s dead, what business does he have going around being attracted to the living anyway? Once you had safely made it to your office building he decided he had done his part and went his separate way.

-  -  -

Unfortunately for Dimple, he found himself increasingly curious about you since your Mobucks incident and since he just happened to know where you worked it was quite convenient for him to check in at his leisure. He had made several general observations about you, most of them frustrating. One, you were very ordinary, you worked an office job, had no ESP powers to speak of, you probably had hobbies but he didn’t dare follow you home. That was a line that even Dimple was not about to cross. ‘Well at least not yet you pathetic creep,’ he thought to himself. Two, despite having no detectable curse, you were one of the most unfortunate and unlucky people he had ever laid eyes on. This was both very entertaining and distressing for him. He watched you almost fall down a stairwell only to catch yourself at the last second, but subsequently drop the entire box of documents for the board meeting, which you had a complete meltdown cleaning up. There was something about the unbridled rage you exuded in private moments only to instantly put on a mask of cheerfulness in a public setting was- cute. Wait, cute? No.

That brought Dimple to his third point and possibly the most intolerable of them all, he had enough self awareness that he could admit he did find you attractive. He needed to stop this.

-  -  -

Dimple decided to visit Spirits and Such to clear his mind and reset for a bit. He figured watching Reigen flail around would provide him some much needed distraction from his current duress. He was thinking too much, and he was quite frankly over it. However, as soon as he phased through the wall he saw Shigeo sitting on the couch, he knew his plans had just gone to hell. ‘Shit,’ Dimple cursed in his head, ‘If anyone is going to see right through me, it’s him.’ He briefly thought about just retreating but he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath next time he decided to show his face.

“Oh, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” Reigen acknowledged Dimple with a teasing sneer, “I thought you finally moved on, it’s been so long.”

“Heh, don’t get excited. I’ve just been busy.”

“Busy? What do you even do?” Reigen rolled his eyes, glancing over to the spirit curiously.

Dimple mumbled just within Reigen’s earshot, “Not run a fake business..”

“Do you just come here to start—,” Reigen shot up from his desk, visibly perturbed. One of the things Dimple enjoyed about his friend, a term he loosely used for Reigen, not that he would ever openly call him that to his face, was that he was so easy to rile up.

“Oh I thought I heard Dimple’s voice,” Serizawa happily greeted the spirit, as he entered the room from the office kitchen, presumably finishing some small chore, “It’s been awhile!”

“Dimple?” Shigeo finally spoke up, “You disappeared on Teru and I the other day”

“I had something to do,” He attempted to divert as he settled on the other end of the couch Shigeo was on, “Did you get anything especially hideous from that store?”

“You seem different,” Shigeo’s eyes bore into him. Dimple knew that he was going to be persistent. The kid was growing more and more confident by the day and Dimple couldn’t be more proud but by god this was not the time.

“I am not different.”

Serizawa chimed in from his comically small desk, “I think that if you should talk about it if you’re struggling”

Dimple cast Serizawa an exasperated look, “FINE. I met this person, well I didn’t meet them. But I find them interesting. And I just have been checking in with them periodically. I don’t know why I am drawn to them, I would like it to stop. Immediately.”

“Maybe you’re sick,” Reigen offered, not even looking up from his laptop as he answered emails.

“I appreciate the concern for once. But I’m dead, you idiot,” Dimple replied, his tone laced with sarcasm, “I can’t get sick.”

Somewhat excitedly and curious, Shigeo asked, “Do you think you have a crush?”

‘That’s it’ Dimple thought to himself as he phased through the wall, fleeing the situation, ‘I’m done with this shit. They can mock me all they want.”

Out of a stroke or luck, you happened to be walking down the same street Dimple was aimlessly floating down. Heading to a Mobucks to work on a project in peace. Dimple mentally remarked on how you must be their most loyal customer; however, he just didn’t realize that it was pumpkin spice latte season and one of the few things that kept you going was a seasonal flavor.

Against his better judgment, he watched you for a few moments quietly as you got your order and situated your temporary work station in the coffee shop. His mind wandered on how it was nice to see you actually have a peaceful moment for once and how he enjoyed the serene expression on your face when you took the first sip of your drink. When horror struck through his body when Mob’s words ran through his head ‘do you think you have a crush?’

For once, Dimple didn’t allow himself to flee the situation. He forced himself to stay and ruminate on the emotions he was experiencing regarding his curiosity towards you. He couldn’t say for sure if it was a romantic inclination because you have never been able to communicate with him, but what if you could? How would that even work? Would he even want it to?

“What kind of fucked up beauty and the beast shit is this?” Dimple laughed to himself, thankful that no one could hear his self deprecating comments. He had almost wished he never came to this conclusion because now he was reeling at the frustration of it all. As much as he didn’t want to confide in anyone regarding his situation, Shigeo was the person closest to him and had figured it out. There was a chance he would spout something optimistic but he was usually realistic and straightforward when it came to Dimple. Dimple was really holding onto that one strand of hope that someone could talk some sense into him and make this disappear.

-  -  -

Dimple arrives back at the Spirits and Such office looking even more visually distressed than he did when he left. He looked around the room for Shigeo hoping to find the young boy for some kind of comfort, only to be greeted by Serizawa and Reigen. Reigen seemed to be taking in his frantic energy with amusement, leaning back in his office chair, spinning his pen in his fingers.

“Wait. Are you actually in love?” Reigen said half laughing, a look of shock on his face that he didn’t even bother to hide, “I didn’t even know that was possible?”

“Reigen, sir,” Serizawa admonished his boss, “Maybe we should be more gentle with Dimple… he seems stressed.”

Reigen flapped his hand in Serizawa’s direction, waving off his concerns, “If you’re so hung up, why don’t you just possess someone and, you know, actually talk to them. Instead of doing whatever you’re doing. It would be a hell of a lot less creepy.”

Suddenly, Dimple rushed forward, getting directly in Reigen’s face, causing the strawberry-blonde man to scramble back in his chair, “Wow, an excellent idea for once!” He exclaimed, snapping his small green fingers, “Let me borrow yours.”

“Absolutely. Not.” Reigen adamantly refused with a look of abject horror and disgust on his face.

Dimple quickly retreated, already forming another plan, not without shooting Reigen a quick look, “Whatever, you’re too ugly anyway.”

He was too determined with his next course of action to bask in the sounds of Reigen’s offended sputtering, focused on floating nonchalantly over to Serizawa’s desk. Feeling kind of like an idiot for not coming up with this idea himself, he could have been interacting with you this whole time. It’s not like possessing someone is necessarily hard, he’s wasted a lot of time.

“Heey, pal,” Dimple greeted, toying with one of his pens.

Serizawa eyed him warily for one moment before sighing and hanging his head. He calmly raised one hand when Dimple opened his mouth to voice his request.

“I will agree to help you on one condition,” Serizawa said, lifting his head up, sounding oddly stern, “That you do not do anything inappropriate while you are using my body.”

“I really would not trust him,” Reigen advised from across the room.

“Let the big guy make his own calls. I will treat your body with the utmost respect,” Dimple assured, trying his best to look convincing. He honestly didn’t have anything nefarious planned. The idea of just you being able to hear him speak for once was enticing and he was willing to be on his best behavior. The threat of Serizawa being able to vaporize him into nothing was always there, and there was something that Dimple couldn’t pinpoint but.. when Serizawa was annoyed with Dimple it did seem like he was considering it in earnest.

“If you two are going to do this just.. get out of here and do it. I don’t think I can take listening to it anymore,” Reigen said with his head in his hands, looking completely exasperated, “I don’t have any clients this afternoon that require you, Serizawa. Please, just.. handle,” He waved his hand around in a circle in Dimple’s direction, “This.”

“Alright let’s go”

-  -  -

Dimple spots you sitting at the same table at Mobucks, with your brow furrowed, seemingly concentrating very hard on something on your laptop. He hesitates for one moment before making his way over to you, not wanting to interrupt your work, but when has he really ever cared about being polite. Why would he start now? He finally had a corporeal body to borrow and a chance to interact with you, like hell was he going to waste this opportunity. Serizawa was nice but Dimple had his doubts that he would lend his body out habitually.

-  -  -

The empty chair at your table scraped against the floor loudly, diverting your attention from your work. Your eyes shot up from your laptop to the man in front of you. He was tall, quite handsome, with deep brown eyes, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin and he looked over your table.

“Oh, is this seat taken?” He inquired, as he slid himself into the chair.