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[publicuniversalenemy]

well that fucking sucked ass :-/

[bigfatbimbo]

HELLO OMG I ADORE U SM LIKE-❤❤

aside from my endless love and appreciation for you, i'd also like to make a request if that's okay!, it's also gonna be NSFW and kinda shameless so my apologies if it's kida weird- IM NEW TO THIS REQUESTING STUFF AND ITS ALWAYS SO AWKWARD ASKING FOR STUFF LIKE THIS😭 (grammar mistakes are also possible, english is my second language and my keyboard is dyslexic)

I'm having MAJOR sub Lucifer brainrot and would LOVE to read anything with my needy boy in it<3 had a specific scenerio where he's being edged to the point he's crying and trashing around a little as he's begging. For what?, he doesn't know, he's just whining and whimpering for anything at this point, just whining for his mommy to touch him and that it hurts so much but it's so good<33 ending with soft aftercare where he slowly comes out of his subspace by sucking on and groping mommys tits, falling asleep in a peaceful cuddle :)

a/n — I’m so sleepy right now, so apologies for any grammar mistakes. I’ve looked over it twice but i’m genuinely scared for when I reread this tomorrow morning.

summary — Lucifer being mercilessly edged before sucking on the readers tits to fall asleep.

warnings — Fem!reader, use of the word mommy, sub Lucifer, edging, dom reader, obviously

“Mommy, please, nngh—“ Lucifer squirms on the bed, “I’ve been such a good boy.”

“And you’ll continue to be one, at least until I say you can cum,” you coo down at him all too sweetly. He whines pathetically and bucks his cock up into your hand.

At this point you’d been edging him for hours, sucking him off, riding him, and now giving him a simple hand job. Surprisingly, Lucifer had held strong this whole time.

You couldn’t lie, you were fully expecting to have to punish him for coming prematurely but he had held himself together this whole time. You could only assume he’d just wanted to be good for you that bad.

It almost made you pity him. He squirmed and thrashed around on the bed below you, a slick layer of sweat coating his forehead as he held himself back. His hair fell on his forehead in messy tangles and his cheeks were stained with tears.

He looked absolutely wrecked, ready and willing to do your bidding. Of course, if it meant he could finally cum.

“Ungh, mommy, help me, please. Please—“ He pleaded desperately, sniffing loudly and choking on his own spit, “Please I can’t hold off…”

His sentence trailed off as he found it increasingly hard to form words, let alone coherent thoughts. 

“I know sweetie, and you’ve been so patient and good for me,” you praise, rubbing your hand on the tip of his dick as precum leaked out. 

He whimpered and arched his back into your touch. His crying and sniffling was only interrupted by the inconsistent muttering of the word ‘mommy’ over and over again.

“So pretty like this, absolutely wrecked and desperate. My pretty boy,” you remark, jerking him off faster, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

He cried out, moaning and sobbing and he through his head back into the pillow.

You shush him, “Have you had enough, sweetheart? Do you think it’s time for you to cum?”

He nods his head vigorously and lets out tears of relief at the thought of finally being permitted to release. 

“Yes, nngh—“ he whines, “—mommy, please. ‘ve been so good.”

“Yes you have, Lucifer,” you caress his face with your free hand, “It’s time for you to let go baby. You’re allowed.”

You barely get your sentence out before Lucifer arches his back, throws his head into the pillows once more, and releases.

Falling back, breathless, he lays there and waits for your touch. 

It doesn’t take long for you to take a spot next to him, brushing his hair from out of his face, “My pretty boy, you did so good for mommy.”

Lucifer whines and curls up, laying his head on your lap and gazing up at you with half lidded eyes.

You stroke his hair and coo down praises at him, telling him how well he took everything and how proud of him you are.

It was only when you were just about to get up and clean the bed, Lucifer lifted his head up and hovered his hand over your exposed tits. 

“May I have one?” Lucifer practically whispers, clearly not at all recovered from his submissive headspace.

You hesitate, but you figure it’d be easier to clean up after he falls asleep so you can just move him to the side. 

Happily, you smile down at him and nod, “Of course, baby. Help yourself.”

He doesn’t waste time before latching onto your tit and sucking lazily. He moans slightly as he gropes the other one with his hand.

You rub his back and pull him closer, “Good boy. You look so pretty sucking on mommy’s tits like this.”

He whimpers against you and his lips start to move sloppily. It was clear Lucifer was being lured into a deep sleep, just as you expected. 

His movements got slower and slower, just as your praise turned into quiet whispers of approval. 

Finally he stopped moving, gradually falling limp against your chest. You take a moment to admire him sleeping before moving him aside to cleanup.

You softly clean Lucifer’s sleeping body in order to not wake him up, and make sure there aren’t any lingering liquids on the sheets around you.

After doing one finale scope of the area, you crawl in bed next to him and pull him into your chest, spooning him gently.

He was so pretty like this, sleeping safe and soundly next to you. 

a/n — The idea of Lucifer with a mommy kink intrigues me heavily. You guys gotta let me cook on the physiological reasons why he’s into it though.

Can’t think of any at the moment but i’m tired and he’s a fucked up little guy. So i’m sure there are some

[precious-little-scoundrel]

i hope u know u have destroyed me w ur description of major cleven back there and i expect every detail of major egan’s as well now

P.S CLEVEN SO IS A SPLUTTER

Long love our gushing little eager sprinkler Cleven!

Now, on to Major John Egan who will definitely blush up to his ears regarding what I shall relay over the covers of this our sleepover, but who will nonetheless be tuned in with unabashed curiosity to hear what we make of him and to catch -he dearly hopes- some word of admiration and applause for his pleasing proportions…

Cock-versations: John “Bucky” Egan edition

nsfw (AF!) under the cut:

So we’ve talked about Gale Cleven and his ken doll perfect silicon-esque, beauty pageant pretty cock, how it’s shaped and sized as if to be a dildo, as immaculate as that face he possesses, feels a little otherworldly to be even dealing with it kinda cock.

But Bucky? Oh that’s no cherub for you, that’s a salt of the earth man.

Where Gale Cleven’s appendage could get passed up in a line up of fakes as another perfect fake, there’s something to be said about a cock so singular, rugged and wonderfully human there’s no doubting it’s a genuine -if utterly shocking- article.

If Gale Cleven is a renaissance pillar, John Egan is a gnarled oak tree.

Hear me out:

For one: The sheer size. Tree-worthy, a mighty oak, a stalwart redwood, a hardened maple. But also, a tad bent, and curving up, partly because all that length must go somewhere. And oh -trust me, there’s length. But there’s also girth. But here’s what’s funny, my sweets, length and girth as we have said but were you to lay this cock next to say, bratwurst or the average petite pubic bone, you might be a little shocked by just how large it is. Because when seen in the wild, seen at liberty, attached to the man himself, it appears deceivingly moderate.

It’s the opposite of Cleven’s slim hips and jutting pillar illusion. Instead, with Bucky you’ve got mighty thighs and a huge torso and broad shoulders that could carry the globe. You would be forgiven for thinking he’s nicely equipped while not rightfully proportioning it to you, to the rest of us mortals.

Taken alone or…into oneself, you suddenly realize you’re riding a telephone pole and…now we are back to the tree imagery again. Huge, bent a bit, a tendency to grow and throb the harder he gets, but most of all -we all know and love that very special vein running along the underside of a dick. But for Egan? That whole vein is an extra ridge, like a three leaf clover cock sorta thing: if you’ve seen one you never forget it, and when I tell you it rubs your stretched little rim to madness with it’s extra ridge, I’m not using hyperbole.

Closing thoughts: less of a bright Barbie pink tip like Cleven’s and more of a constant pretty multi shade of purples, all along, sack and all. shockingly huge balls to go with it, even deeper plummy shade for these. perhaps the hottest and warmest cum blast you’ve ever felt, those swimmers have been sheltered and simmered in between those thighs waiting just for you, after all.

[crushedsweets]

i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy

i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..

nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.

nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.

although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'

again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.

and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.

nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.

so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.

nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL

nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.

nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..

nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..

nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.

they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.

nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.

ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.

[josibunn]

https://www.tumblr.com/josibunn/751787621546606592/twins-jack-euro-with-a-dramatic-girlfriend-who

THIS IS SO REALLLLL- if euro says no, as soon as she starts whining his mind is changed while jack just stares at the two like 🤨

with reader it’s either an angry, “no??” with a silent treatment +angry under the breath comments+begging until it’s a yes, or a “what-no? what??” with begging+a pout, whining, a genuine tantrum until it’s given to her or until she’s facing consequences. and øysteins always the first to break bc he loves u sm and just wants ta make you happy.

thirty minutes into the silent treatment hes like “alright FINE. i’ll get you the fuckin-the damn dress, hurry up n get your shoes on before I change my mind.” “and the heels?” “maybe. cmon.” and jacks just like “???dude you’re a bitch” but euro doesn’t care bc he can’t stand the silent treatment and hates when you’re bratty, would rather just have his baby in his arms.

jack on the other hand doesn’t give a fuck, he said no and no means no. he doesn’t care if you’re giving him a silent treatment, or if you’re crashing out or if you’re planted on his shoe holding his leg. he said no!

“you better tighten the fuck up before I really give you something to cry about,” he grits his teeth as you look up at him with tears strolling down your face, your cheek smooshed against his pant leg as you hold onto his calf, butt rested on his foot.

“jack it’s-it’s not even that much! it’s just one sonny ang-” “xactly it’s one little doll for 60 dollars, m’not gettin that shit. you don’t even deserve it you’ve been on bad timin for a while now,” he throws you on the couch, making you whine some more. “it’s not a doll either. it’s a collectible.” you pout into the couch, curling up to øystein. “well either way, yer’ not fuckin gettin it.”

you whine some more into øysteins chest, hoping it’ll persuade him, “cmon pup it’s just one little toy, just get another one later ok?” he rubs your head, and jacks standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for øystein to say those magic words so he can shut it down.

“can..why can’t you get it for me? please?” you poke your lips out, and he’s looking between you and jack who shoots a glare at him, “say yes I dare you.” jack says, making øystein sigh. “big man said no baby, I can’t.” he rubs your head some more when you curl closer to him, øystein HATES telling you no.

although you don’t always win jack over, you have your moments when u do :3

“that’s it baby, fuck baby cmon you got it, fuck m’gonna cum,” he rasps, bringing his arm up and holding himself up against the bed, his other hand holding your hip as you bounce on his cock with eagerness in a way that has his eyelids fluttering and his head tipping back slightly, mouth agape.

you hum, running your hands up his chiseled chest sensually, up his shoulders and to his face, holding him dearly in a way that makes him lock eyes with you, and he can tell you were plotting. “jack, daddy,” you ask, continuing your bouncing. “can you please get me the angel?” you ask, and it makes him let out a breathy chuckle, eyes closing slightly as his head tips back, and now he knew why you wanted a solo night with them.

“you’re sneaky.” he whispers, it comes out strangled as he bites back a groan, dropping his head again to watch your pussy around his cock, loving the way you tighten around him. “daddy it’s-it’s just one! I won’t ask for another,” you run a hand through his hair and it sends a chill down him, a little ooh fuck coming from him when he feels it.

“please daddy, please i’ll-i’ll be sososo good,” you come in close to his face lips ghosting his as you look in his lust filled, foggy eyes. you grind yourself on his cock in a way that makes him groan, biting his lip as he listens to your plea. “i’ll be so good, n’ I won’t talk back, promise,” you speed up your bouncing, and he gasps a groan, throwing back his head and falling back into the bed.

“fuck baby, fuck ok I’ll-i’ll fuckin get it,” he lets out another shuddery gasp, “i’ll fuckin get it, fuck m’gonna-fuck,” he pulls you close when he cums in you, his lips ghosting yours and you smile, holding his cheeks when he ruts his cock into you, making sure not a drop is wasted.

you giggle and kiss him slowly, rubbing his shoulders. when you pull away you don’t get a chance to say thank you because he goes first, “go pee, go get a water, n go get my wallet.” you giggle as you climb off, and he rolls his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he wipes his forehead.

pro tip (tried and tested 100% foolproof proof), you can ask a man for anything during something sexual, and 90% of the time he’s gonna say yes. trust.

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[burr-ell]

Honestly, it feels really good seeing Claude fan who also happens to love Lady Rhea. There's really not enough of us

Sending love 💛💚

anon this warmed my heart so much im gonna give u a snippet from the claude & rhea friendship fic i never got around to finishing <3

He took a deep breath and knocked.

“Enter.”

He opened the door and stepped into the archbishop’s chambers. The atmosphere was surprisingly soothing, sunlight streaming through the windows and a floral perfume permeating the air. Rhea was sitting up in her nice, if plain-looking, canopy bed, resting against a couple of squashy pillows with a teacup and a book on the bedside table.

“You wished to see me, Claude?” she asked.

“I did.”

“I take it you have further questions?”

“Thought I’d come to pick your brain,” he said easily. “You’re the only one who’s ever taken on Nemesis directly. We need all the help we can get straight from the source.”

Rhea smiled, almost unnervingly genuine. “I can advise you, provided we discuss what’s really on your mind first.”

He’d expected her to be able to disarm him, but he hadn’t expected her to be so pleasant about it. Still, he was nothing if not nimble. “That easy to read, am I?”

“Not at all, actually. Seteth has often complained of it to me.” Her eyes flicked upward, a practiced gesture of exasperated fondness. “But do not forget that I have been in hiding for over a thousand years. There are many skills I lack, but I can detect a master of the craft.”

“Then it looks like we’re on the same playing field.”

Rhea sighed. “I cannot force you to lower your guard, nor do I expect it, but…please, at least have a seat.”

She gestured to the chair next to her bed, and Claude seated himself, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

“I gather you would still like to know more of the story of your professor.”

“There are still so many things that Byl—Teach still doesn’t know.”

“Including that you are here speaking with me.”

Claude nodded—he’d have been more surprised if she hadn’t guessed. “I didn’t want to worry her. And I think…she needs time before she can speak to you objectively.”

Rhea heaved a sigh, tipping her head back against the bed frame. “I understand. I—I gave you both quite enough information to take in. And…and she must be feeling…I cannot possibly understand what.”

“Neither can she.” He was careful to keep his tone neutral, but it was hard not to be accusatory.

“I owe her many apologies,” Rhea said softly. “Apologies that I cannot expect her to accept.”

“I can’t speak to where her head’s at right now,” Claude said slowly (honestly, Byleth’s head was still an enigma to him sometimes), “but I don’t think she’s—angry. She’s just…” He pressed his lips together in thought, then continued. “She’s spent her whole life being treated like a tool. And then she came here and sort of…found herself. And then she found out that someone who helped make that happen also wanted to use her.” He would know. He’d done the very same thing, before he’d gotten to know his best friend. His…well.

Rhea closed her eyes miserably. “I know. I have greatly wronged her.”

“She also understands why you did it,” Claude continued, “and why you kept it a secret. It’s just…a lot to process. Especially for someone who for so long didn’t even understand how to really feel anything.”

“And what about you?”

Claude tipped his head. “Me?”

Rhea frowned. “You are known for your inquisitiveness, and your thirst for knowledge. Yet you did little to question what I revealed to you. Why?”

Claude propped his chin in one hand, rubbing his lip thoughtfully with his index finger. “Honestly…what you told us made everything I’d been looking at for five years click into place. Just looking at the Relics alone, knowing what we know, and you can tell they’re made of—y’know.”

Rhea nodded, in a resigned sort of way.

“But if you don’t know the full story,” Claude went on, “you might not really think about it. Most people can’t use them, and they’re kept hidden away when they’re not being wielded. Even I didn’t get a look at Failnaught until my grandfather actually passed and I inherited the estate.”

Churning insides were nothing new to Claude, having dealt with them both naturally and otherwise, but even mentioning the bow was making him a bit queasy. How he’d yearned for the chance to wield it, knowing it would give him the opportunity to study it up close and grant him the power to achieve his greatest dreams, and now…

“It all makes sense now,” he continued softly. “I’ve never heard of something so horrific. And the way Seteth and Flayn are so secretive, and how upset Seteth was when Flayn went missing…” He paused, mulling over whether to reveal this particular piece of information—but it was unlikely that Rhea hadn’t seen such a thing coming, and at any rate, in light of all she’d shared with them, she deserved as full a story as he could give in return. “Seteth once confiscated a diagram I was showing Teach, of a creature called The Immaculate One. It had already given me some clues about Crest stones and Relics. At the time I thought it was because the church had something to hide…and in a way, I was right. And now I know that he was right to take it.”

Claude leaned a little closer, meeting Rhea’s eyes and their combined relief and sorrow. It was an expression he knew well—of finally finding someone who understood. “I didn’t even think to say it before. I am so, so sorry, for everything that happened to you. No one deserves to live in fear just because of who they are.”

“You…” Rhea swallowed thickly, eyes misting. Claude fell silent and averted his gaze, giving her a moment to regain her composure.

She took a deep breath. “Your words touch my heart—truly, they do. Yours is a perspective gained from cruel experience.”

She knew. Or at least she’d guessed. It was unsurprising, really, but he couldn’t help the thrill of anxiety pulsing in the back of his mind. Even so…there was an odd kinship here, one he didn’t even feel with Byleth when they discussed it, that kept his panic at bay. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I do. I know better than most people what it’s like to be resented and hated for being who I am. And what I’ve been through…it can’t even compare to what happened to you, and Seteth and Flayn.”

Rhea smiled, eyes still watery. “Such things are not competitive. At the end of it all, there are others who understand.”

[marthammasters]

@revenge-of-the-assbutt @firstaidspray @sachermorte thank u for enabling me NEWAY since I’ve been too dead to do any of my own hobbies here’s some thoughts on House & Co’s physical hobbies/lil crafts & such they do in the comfort of their home<3:

House: canonically does a ton of shit like piano/guitar/cooking/so on but In the spirit of him resisting change (At Times!) I think he’s gotten very good if not makes a fun time out of mending clothes🥺…. Didn’t wanna throw away his favorite shirts so it started w small hems+resizings until he looked up more tips online and get decorative w it. Pretty contrasting colors/patterns now randomly laid on his shirts and pants w only the careful eye(Cuddy+Wilson) to notice. If anyone cares

Wilson: gardening. Well as much one can do within his apartments/pretty nonplant friendly homes. He’s not a super greenthumb expert but it always gives him a lil confidence boost when he’s able to grow out spices and herbs & such to use in his cooking ♥️

Cuddy: she seems like a collage-making kind of girlie💗💗 no specific theme in em or anything but she still holds onto the potential self-aid of making vision boards and it’s relaxing for her to go thru magazines/etc + cut out whatever interests her enough to use. Rachel tries and cutely fails to help 💓💓💓

Chase: ironically enough for the prodigal son lol but . He genuinely seems like someone who enjoys spending time in silence/music doing puzzles w 1000+ pieces & such #DWEEB❤️. House once got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a kangaroo or w/e as a joke and he is Determined to complete it. In due time chase…

Foreman: the thought of Foreman crocheting is so dear to me….. he doesn’t rly tell anyone ab it but there’s a lot of half-finished + worn projects as proof around his home. #angsting it sorry but I think he took it up after his mom started deteriorating bc she crocheted too and it was a fonder reminder + sumn they could do together. One yr he gave the fellow ducklings scarves he made as Xmas gift. Not that he told him he made it tho😅#repressed

Cameron: I think she has a moderately sized zen garden on a table somewhere in her home she takes SERIOUS. Changes the lines/circles in the sand periodically, sees what new arrangement of rocks she can do etc etc. Girl that thing is meant to be relaxing!! also colorcodes/sticker-covers/etc her planner like a CHAMP.

Amber: she has the most well-detailed prettiest most concerning-when-read journal/diary everrrr. Dedicates a specific time in every day to it w specific pens of various colors. Some of the recounting even have lil doodles or if she takes the journal out w her she draws her view wherever she is<3 they’re literal chickenscratch but its still fun and fulfilling. It’s a bibleesque piece to Wilson’s Amber shrine btw

Thirteen: she’s hard to analyze for me soz 13heads I do love her #trust… nonetheless I bet she goes to hella dance classes. Partially for the exercise partially for the fun partially for the need to experience Life partially for the women. Heh. She’s rly into zumba, jazz, contemporary classes to be specific.

Taub: ok ok so remember when he did/bought pottery or w/e to convince his wife he was being faithful. I think he’d do it for real as a joke/alibi then be like wait…. This is kinda fun…? There’s no constraints to what he can make + the sculpting reminds him vaguely of plastic surgery work so he keeps it up.

Kutner: I think he draws + writes his own lil comics/zines 🫶 they’re mostly scifi or superhero and more than a lil inspired by his fave preexisting medias . He likes using the crazy cases he’s experienced w House as story inspo. Also he 4 sure runs dnd campaigns so well and fun. Btw

Masters: she’s a suckerrrr for trivia nights my lil nerd wife<3 but um anyway when she wants to relax she Really doesn’t want sumn that can become info overload so in free time she’ll make friendship bracelets, lil shapes/figures out of string, etc. Will someone please give this woman a full on loom to go cray with!!!!

Park: I can see it so clearly . I can see her lil handpainted warhammer and other tabletop game figures so perfectly in my head. She paints more than she actually plays(but she does !). God save you if you touch or tumble them.

Adams: I kinda DGAF about her sorry women… hmm there’s sumn compelling ab her doing blackout poetry plus occasionally full-on written when the inspo hits! started as a boredom thing in her job in the prison w whatever book she brought in then she kept on doing it w more and more written pieces she comes across.

I put so much time into this. Perhaps too much.😭feel free to gimme y’all’s thoughts on this/ur own ideas :3

[sunrise-imagines]

can u do Hunson abadeer w/ reader please 👉👈 :3 I’ve only seen ONE fic of him 😭

Sure! This is certainly an interesting one, Hunson is a terrifyingly goofy guy and I had a lot of fun writing him!

Hunson Abadeer x Reader Relationship Headcanons

• Imma be real with you chief, he’s not a great romantic partner at first.

• Like at all.

• He’s selfish, entitled, and emotionally stunted in the sense that he literally doesn’t know how to empathize with others. That’s kinda just his nature.

• That’s not to say he’s completely incapable of changing and becoming a better person, just…he’s definitely a fixer upper.

• Doesn’t understand personal boundaries like private property or personal space, like he thinks everything you own is automatically also his and vice versa.

• He steals food (obviously), clothes, he’ll even use your toothbrush. You have to sit him down and explain to him what is and isn’t okay for him to take.

• Extremely touchy and clingy, he almost constantly has his arms around you in some way.

• He has a tendency to say and do things that sound completely insane, but it’s just how he rolls.

• For example, one time he wanted to tell you that you looked good, so he said, “ The way your flesh clings onto your bones is absolutely mesmerizing!”

• Another time he wanted to give you a gift, and he heard that most people like receiving flowers, so he sucked the souls of 100 roses and coughed them up in front of you.

• When things start to get more serious between you, he starts making a bigger effort to learn how to be a good boyfriend.

• He asks Marceline to give him tips on how to be a better partner, and as annoying as she finds him, she’s genuinely shocked and happy that her dad is trying so hard to be a better person.

• Until she catches him watching her and Bonnie sleep trying to study how couples should cuddle.

• After a lot of practice, he finally starts making some progress.

• He puts your needs before his own, takes time to listen to you and remembers what things you like and dislike.

• One fateful day, he takes both of your hands in his, and by his shaking you can tell how nervous he is.

• Through stuttering words Hunson tells you that before he met you, he thought he wasn’t capable of truly loving anyone but his daughter, but being with you has altered his perspective.

• Now he cares more about seeing you happy than himself, and that of all the souls he’s seen, yours is the most kind and gentle one he’s encountered.

• Before you can even process the sincerity of his words, he drops down onto one knee before you, taking out a small box from his pocket and opening it to reveal a black ring adorned with a glittering red gem.

• In his usual manner, he looks up at you smiling and asks, “Y/N, do you…want to do this marriage thing with me?”

• Needless to say, you said yes.

[thesupreme316]

Could I have some of your favourite wrestlers reacting to the fem!reader heel turn

I GOT U (sorry for how long it took me)

Pairing(s): Hook x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Eddie Kingston x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Darius Martin x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Dante Martin x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader (Platonic?), Samoa Joe x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: How would these men react to you turning heel?

Word Count: 849

Supreme Speaks: hiiiii, I might do these reaction scenarios more often cause this was fun to write (so please send in more). To @hookerforhook sorry that this took me so long but its here neow. Also I hope everyone is doing well and please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, gifs are not mine, i repeat gifs ARE NOT MINE

Taglist (if you wanna be a part of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @wwenhlimagines @triscillal

To the locker room and the AEW fans, your character was a very talented wrestler but always saw the good in people. Which often leads you to be hurt physically and emotionally. So after one too many broken hearts, you decided to turn heel.

How you turn heel is completely up to you so choose your adventure (I also included examples). You either…

Attacked your teammate after losing another tag team match (Bayley on Sasha Banks)

Attacked your good friend due to you being jealous of them (anyone really)

Didn’t allow your tag team partner to tag you in the match, making your team lose (Tbh I could find an exact moment but Layla on AJ Lee)

Attacked the referee and your opponent after losing the title match (Michelle McCool on Maria/Becky Lynch on Charlotte)

You got offered a better deal by the rival team and decided to take it (Seth Rollins on the Shield)

Eddie Kingston

This man would be so calm about it

*after you attacked your friend* “Well, they had it coming”

Would not see you differently

In fact he would just be happy that you’re whooping ass and you’re not taking any shit from people

Still keeps it 100 with you about things

“If you attack them from behind, then you’re a coward. But if you hit them in the face, then you’re a real one”

In his eyes, you’re not a heel but you’re not a face

You’re just a person going through emotions and decided to let them out

Eddie understands you cause no one is truly/fully on one side or the other

I think Eddie would just say as long as you don’t hurt him physically or emotionally, then you’re good

Overall…Eddie is happy you chose violence as your answer

Hook

It’ll definitely surprise him

He didn’t take you one for being a heel

But isn’t mad at the idea

Silent with his opinions 

But tbh I think he would believe the whole 180 change with you is hot

“You look very good…Almost too good.” 

Will tell you that he likes the aggressive yet playful mood you display in the ring now

Loves the change in ring gear and theme song

Will wear your new merch in instagram pictures

Honestly, might inspire him to turn heel himself

Overall…Hook loves to see this new attitude within you

Samoa Joe

OH THIS MAN IS A MENACE

NOW THIS MAN IS AN ACTUAL HEEL

He would automatically smirk and congrats you  

“Welcome to the dark side”

I genuinely believe he would become a fan of you

Constantly reference you or just show his support on twitter (cause that man is a menace)

Gives you tips on how to appear more of a threat to your opponents

I believe that this Joe would become a mentor

100% would teach you the Coquina Clutch

Will laugh when you embarrass your opponent

“I taught them that! I did that!”

Overall…Samoa Joe would be that supportive father who’s just happy you joined him

Top Flight (Darius and Dante Martin)

OKAY HERE ME OUT….they are all for it IM JUST SAYIN-

At first, Darius and Dante would be sad about it

Would be more saddened at the fact you have to stand across the ring from them instead of next to them

But will recognize that you are happier and are getting a lot more credit and camera time because of the turn

Will put your overall happiness over how they feel

Will still hang out with you behind the cameras (obvi)

Helps you decide on new moves or highflying moves you can do

Will hype you up backstage as you kick ass

“Kick her in the face Y/N!”

Will post pictures of you with the caption “We stan with Y/N”

Overall…Top Flight will be so supportive of you no matter what

Daniel Garcia

MENACE PT.2

“I CALLED IT”

Would immediately offer you a spot in JAS (please decline…)

Like Joe, Daniel would also reference you in tweets

I would like to believe that he would also start flirting with you 

Just full on rizz game on 100

“I may not be a photographer, but I can picture us together.”

Like Hook, would also believe this new attitude of yours is hot

Makes fun of your opponents and taunt them backstage (in effort to get you to join JAS, again say no)

Will also make fun of you (lightheartedly) and compare you to him

Will retweet you and start a banter with you just for shits and giggles

“So you think you can take my place as AEW’s favorite child?” “You were never anyone’s favorite.” “Take that back!”

Overall…Daniel would become infatuated with you and is happy for you

[tojivu]

PLEASE CALL ME [01]

a/n part 1 out of idk.. anyways this was so heavily inspired by phoebe bridger’s songs.. i’m so obsessed with her (=´∀｀) oh and also by a book i finished a long time ago but haven’t gotten over lol. i tried writing this in 3rd person pov but tbh it’s hard for me to display emotion in my writing if it’s 3rd person cus it’s like giving u instructions on how to feel 😭. I KNOW ITS 2023 OKAY I KNOW WE DONT LIKE 1ST PERSON ANYMORE BUT PLS LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

warnings/tags barely proofread (i tried), if yall don’t like tis i’ll probably discontinue it LOL, childe x implied f!reader, sfw.

listen to chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers.

“Good morning.” Ajax is speaking to you, voice low. “It's a hot day.”

You were shivering, actually. Mornings were always cold no matter what the temperature was. Nevertheless, you nod and agree with him anyway. “Yup, isn’t it?”

You two were standing outside your house, waiting for the other to initiate the walking, to which you end up doing it. He follows behind, the path too narrow to fit the two of you—this was a familiar sound. Heavy footsteps you could only recognise to be Ajax’s only two metres behind you. You don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at the back of your head.

Such a nostalgic feeling, you think. You and him have been passing by the same trees and the same brown-cream coloured houses for 5 years now.

“Can you believe that we’re graduating in two months?”

He doesn’t answer.

You repeat the question again and he finally responds. You turn around, curious as to what had gotten him so distracted; his phone is in his hand, he’s looking into it and it’s pointing at you—his bright yellow phone case pales in comparison to the smile he has on his face.

“Not even going to let me pose?”

“You don’t need to do that. Your morning face is enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’re pretty when you wake up.”

It’s 6 in the morning. Ajax was never one to think before he speaks, especially when the sun had just risen 5 minutes prior. You ignore what he says, assuming he just couldn’t tell that isn’t something you say to friends.

“Sure.”

—

It’s 8:27 am. You’ve been sitting through an hour of English, and you swear you thought the subject couldn’t get any more boring than when it was in middle school. You’re spinning your blue MUJI 0.5 tip pen between your middle and index finger, ultimately failing after 5 seconds and letting it drop to the floor. It rolls away, farther than you could bend and reach for—a soft metal clinking sound is heard when you realise it’s hit someone’s chair.

The red and black coloured backpack on the floor next to the chair made it obvious where your pen had gone and who’s chair it hit.

You whisper-yell, “Hey, can you pick that up?”

Ajax turns around and looks at you and then the floor. You’re thankful as he picks up the pen, but then quickly confused as to why he just turns forward again—keeping your pen at his desk.

—

YOU: It feels as though the evening has been stretched, like time is in slow motion and not in a good way; because I’m looking at Ajax sitting across from me and we have not spoken. I have a cup of coffee in my right hand, much too sweet for my own taste; a cat drawn from the latte art I don’t remember requesting. I’m very sure I asked for a bunny. I’m very sure. I think I left my Math textbook in class. The trees look really lively or something like that, I don’t really know, I am making sure to look away from Ajax because I know he’s staring.

“What?”

“What what?” He acts like he wasn’t just staring at me for the past 5 minutes. “Is there a problem?”

“My problem is that you’re being weird today.”

His mouth is agape, too dramatic to be genuine. “That’s rude.”

I don’t know what to reply to him now, knowing that he’ll just continue acting stupid. My shoes squeak against the wooden flooring as I lean back in my chair, it’s evening now and I’m so exhausted. People from the high school three streets away from ours are filling the tiny place up, passing by our table and some stare at Ajax as they do. The oak tables that were empty just a half hour ago are now full of teenagers, this whole place is infested with us; behind, left and right.

It’s not weird for people to stare at Ajax when we’re out together. It’s not like he’s a celebrity or anything, but somehow every girl I know has heard of him or has heard of him from someone who has heard of him. It’s a big chain of people I find impossible to keep track of. If you mentioned his name anywhere, someone would definitely go “you know him too?”.

I’m drinking my tea slowly and quietly. A group of girls are laughing so loud my eardrums could burst. Another group of girls walk in and the familiar bell sound of the café entrance rings, and it’s no surprise they know Ajax too; he smiles at them, I can’t tell if out of politeness, when they walk by. They’re giggling to themselves and I can’t help but feel a bit lost.

“What’s wrong with you today?” He’s asking me as if multiple things aren’t wrong with him. Suddenly, I’m the one with the problems.

I don’t bother anymore, I think about that moment minutes ago over and over again and I have no idea what to make of it. That giggle wasn’t a “what a coincidence” giggle, more like a teasing sort, the kind your friends do when your crush talks to you.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” I’m lying. “I’m gonna go home.”

He is so clueless, so oblivious to everything it is paining me. Oblivious to the amount of girls that are looking his way in this very establishment, at this very moment in time. It makes me almost angry, somewhat, that he doesn’t know.

—

AJAX: It is 7 P.M. and dark out. I think she’s angry but she’s just slouching over, but I get some sort of sensing that she will explode if I try to talk to her.

“Helllooo.” I’m next to her now, and she doesn’t want to reply to me; her eyes are on mine, eyebrows furrowed and clearly sending a message: Don’t even say anything.

I feel myself smiling because she looks very adorable. She is much shorter than I am. When she’s angry, I’m never able to take her seriously. I don’t think I ever have. Oftentimes in her fits of anger I am caught admiring her, smiling because I think she is so dramatic. When we were 15 she once yelled at me for using her charger, and apparently ‘making her phone charge slower’. She is one of the angriest and most short tempered people I know, yet I think she pulls off the frustrated pout and narrowed eyes very well. It doesn’t matter much to me.

“I’m not gonna ask what’s up with you because you got mad when I did.”

She looks forward again and we are still walking. Her house is still a few blocks down. I think she’s getting tired, too. I shouldn’t have dragged her to get milk tea with me. This path is too narrow to fit the two of us.

I walk in front of her and I can hear her tongue clicking out of annoyance. I bend down and stretch my arms, “Get on my back”.

I feel weight shifting onto my upper back, her long hair is tickling my neck but I don’t mind. Her arms are tired, slow in their movements as they wrap around me too, her head on my right shoulder and she does not say a word in all of it.

“Thank you.” she is whispering to me a few minutes later, and I think I am getting tired too. My legs want to give out. They don’t because I don’t let them.

It’s another 10 minutes and I’m at her front door, unlocking it using the key in her wallet; her parents are on the couch and watching TV and I start to wonder what this would look like to them.

“Ajax?” Her mother turns her head around and is surprised to see me, considering I wasn’t calling to say I was coming over. I haven’t done that in months.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s just tired, that’s all.” I tell her and I try my best not to speak too loud in case the girl on my back wakes up. I can feel her breaths on my back, slow and controlled. I bring her upstairs to her room and I lay her on her bed. Her room has changed quite a bit since I had last been in it, her desk is much more organised than it was a few months ago.

I found myself rejecting her invitations to hang out in her room over the summer break.

I think if I were to be alone in a room with her for too long I would end up blurting it out. I would tell her I’ve loved her since we started being friends, and she’d kick me out of her house and never talk to me again. But now she’s sleeping and I think I’m okay, so I pull her blankets over her and whisper; “Goodnight, I love you”.

—

YOU: I have no idea what day it is. I feel sticky. I look around and after a few seconds I sigh out of relief, realising this is my house, and these are my bedsheets. I don’t remember how I got here, though, my uniform is still on and the last thing I can recall is me on Ajax’s back.

I reach for my phone but realise it’s dead. A post-it note is next to my nightstand, ‘You’re welcome for the ride back. Call me when you wake up You owe me’, and on the bottom right corner there is an ugly and disproportionate cat drawn.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to remove my socks for me, but I guess that’s fair because I don’t think I’d go anywhere near his feet either.

I plug my phone into my charger and wait. I don’t know if he wants me to call him, but I think I should, I want to.

28 days later and i’m back with this shitty fic — 130423

[sanjisblackasswife]

If You're Smart You'd Read This:

I’m in my 20’s.

I write adult shit so children shouldn’t be interacting with me or my posts.

Blank pages /Ageless pages /Minors get blocked. Like 90% of the shit i post is not suitable for yall lmao.

Don’t ask me for tips/advice on anything such as art, your writing, anything. Google it. Thats what I did.

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It’s very easy to be blocked by me. So don’t try out the theory of it.

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Do not ask me super personal questions.

Do not ask me why I will or wont do something.

Do not be annoying and send long mf hcs in my ask. It’ll get deleted.

Do not try and keep having a whole convo w me in my ask (unless ur my mutual) esp. if u anon.

Speaking of Mutuals. I have mutual bias. So theres some things I let them do/say to me that my followers cant.

I will not write: Piss play, rape, incest, furry stuff, Alpha/Omega verse, pet play🧍🏾‍♀️ and will ABSOLUTELY NOT write anything blasphemous about God or other religions

Please only use my ask box for request or genuine questions

I don’t do emergency request

I do not write catgirl or catboy stuff or anything w furries ig (all humans only)

I will write for other fandoms besides One Piece! An example (but not limited to): Jujustu Kaisen, Naruto, Fire Force, Gangsta, etc

Speaking of One Piece my page does contain MAJOR spoilers (ill try to put warnings if i can)

I mostly write for POC/Black Fem Readers but it’s not limited most of the time. Any girl can read.

If you request something please give me time :( I can only write so much in a day.

I hate like 99% of ships people have made in all fandoms so please don’t tell me yours, and if you ask me opinions on them I will be brutally honest with it.

I do not tolerate any form of racism, bullying, or homophobia here. It’s annoying go away.

I also don’t gaf if you don’t agree with my HC…I just…bro go write em yourself I’m not writing these for you.

Please don’t trauma dump on me…just don’t I’m not a therapist.

If you want something specific BE SPECIFIC

I don’t really care for dark content(?) I’m not really sure what it is exactly it is (because I’m stupid) so if your request dark content lmk and if I feel uncomfortable with it ill decline lol

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If your share repost/blog my writing please give credit!

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I don’t do character x character writing unless it’s canon (…or if it’s eren and Mikasa i—)

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I do have to right to not write for a character I just simply don’t like so don’t get mad if I don’t.

Remember: this is mf FAN FICTION writing. Just a bunch of ideas I have in my weird head so if u don’t like or agree with it dip.

I’ll keep this rule list updated (ill reblog when i update the list) when I can if new stuff comes up. I’m relatively new on here so bare with me :(

[agothgirlsdiary]

Hey! Your account is rad btw, u seem SO cool. I wanna be able to express myself loudly as a goth/metalhead, but im having confidence troubles. Do u have any tips?

"Confidence troubles" is a bit vague - are you worried you won't look good to yourself, or are you worried about other people's perception of you and/or what they'll say?

If it's yourself you're worried about, tell yourself that nothing is permanent, you can always take off makeup/clothing, alter your wardrobe and style, and you don't have to dress up every single day. None of us do that. There are also so many different goth/metal styles to choose from, you'll find something eventually!

If other people are your concern, it's not worth it to even try. You could be the most confident, most put-together, most stylish person in the scene and someone will still have something to say. If that is a serious concern to you, or you feel like you wouldn't be able to handle it, it is genuinely in your best interest to just stick to the music for your health and well-being. You need to grow more as a person, have a steady support system, and focus on yourself before you should be thinking about "expressing yourself loudly". I am not trying to be mean at all - I am trying to save you so much pain and suffering that most people in the scene have been through lol. If you haven't already, look up Sophie Lancaster.

I hope that was helpful to some degree, also please don't take this as me being mean or cruel - I am genuinely speaking from experience and hate seeing others in the scene suffer.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

tips and tricks on writing fanfic if u have any i beg <3<3

i have wrote so much throughout my life but it never feels like it flows right yk? i just want to write my silly characters being devastating with eachother

and you are infact my fav fic writer ever so pretty please <3

(its fine if not lol just may as well ask)

hihi!! sorry this took me a sec to respond to lol but yes ofc i can do my best to help!! and apologies in advance if any of this isn’t helpful/applicable 😓 i’ll put it all under the cut just because i can sense myself rambling in advance why did it end up being an entire thesis

okayyy so the most important thing for me when writing is having my plot and characters be in constant conversation with one another. typically i will come up with a very vague idea for a plot, which will then tell me exactly what kind of main characters i need to write, and from there, i build my cast!! it’s why i’m always afraid of writing characters ooc — typically i take aspects of the pre-existing character from canon and then expand on them so that they fit the plot i want, and sometimes i get worried that that means i’ve changed them too much LMAO.

once i understand what i want from my characters, i start to write. i usually have to rewrite my first chapter a few times as i get a feel for the characters and their perspectives, especially my pov character (we’ll call them mc for the sake of simplicity moving forward). it’s only after i feel like the mc’s voice and personality have been established that i can continue. i like to understand a character well enough that i can intuitively know how they would respond to any given situation. it makes it much easier in the future!! because once you’ve established a character, you can’t change them. i’ll use glass princess as an example because ik you’ve read it — if i wanted to write a slight different story, i could’ve written the mc to be a ruthless killer who has a short temper and resents her brother. however, i then would’ve had to work within the constraints of that character’s outlook instead of the constraints of current mc’s character!!

that’s why i typically only have loose ideas for plots. after i begin writing, i let my characters tell me what they want to do. they usually know what they want better than i do!! a lot of my “best” scenes have been entirely unplanned and based on me just following the characters’ actions to their natural conclusion. i guess you could say i go into each chapter having an idea of what the “inciting event” for the chapter will be — for example, mc runs to the tea shop the day after meeting the blue spirit, but the results of that inciting event are based more on my knowledge of my characters than any preconceived outlining or plotting. along the same lines, EVERY time i’ve had writer’s block with a fic (that was unrelated to me losing interest in the fandom/character/storyline) it’s been because i’ve forced my characters into a situation that they would not naturally end up in. my best example of this is a story i started writing with a very cold main character; she meets an injured enemy soldier who has lost his memories, and the plot was meant to revolve around her nursing him back to health and falling in love with him. however, given her character and the backstory i knew she had, i genuinely couldn’t come up with a single reason for why she would heal him instead of just killing him or turning him in, so i literally abandoned the story 😭 essentially i would recommend solid understanding of characters over a solid understanding of your plot 100% of the time. imo strong, well-rounded characters can carry even the shittiest of plots, but the opposite is rarely if ever true.

that was a lot of theory stuff!! as for where i get my ideas (not exactly what you asked but tangentially related so i’ll add it in here in case anyone else is reading and wants to know), it depends on the kind of fic i’m writing. my favorite fics are canon-verse, and for those fics i try to look for niches in the source material that aren’t already filled and make a character for it. the best example of this that i can think of off of the bat is two of my aot fics — in one, the mc is a member of the military police and the first interior squad, and in the other, the mc is a warrior candidate during the events of the show. both of these roles aren’t really filled by canon characters, so creating these characters allows me to look at plot events in a new light, which lets me expand the fic into something beyond just a rehashing of canon. in terms of au’s…to be honest listening to music is huge for me!! i’ll scroll through tik tok and hear an audio that inspires me, and once i have a vibe for what i want to write, i’ll search for similar songs that help me picture the general aesthetic of the au. the idea for my one bllk fic peregrine was conceived when i heard a snippet of the song welcome and goodbye by dream, ivory, on tik tok!! overall i don’t really like writing straight au’s that much though. idk why but in my experience every time i’ve tried to write an au fic i’ve gotten bored of it much much quicker than i would’ve with a more canon-based story. that’s just me personally though!!! i do loveeee worldbuilding though HAHA the amount of fantasy worlds i’ve created but never written for is horrific.

when it comes to things like grammar, sentence structure, and word choice, the only two things you can do to improve are reading and writing a LOT. at first, you should read more than you write, and when i say reading, it can be literally anything. find what you do and don’t like from all of the authors you encounter, and try to incorporate the pros into your writings while noticing the cons in your own work. it’s not plagiarism! you won’t be able to copy any author’s style completely, and if you engage in enough kinds of works, you’ll become a blend of so many different styles that it won’t sound copied or anything. then, once you’re comfortable mixing and matching depending on what scene you’re writing (maybe for a serious scene, you take references from a classical novel, whereas for a more lighthearted moment, you look at a social media au to see what kind of jokes might land with a broader audience), you can start to develop your own style!! it’ll come naturally as you go. the more you write, the more you will be certain of yourself and the way YOU would write something. the mixing and matching will smooth into one style that flows more naturally and does what you need, when you need it.

my final advice is that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others!! just because your writing doesn’t sound like your favorite author’s doesn’t mean it’s any worse. i’ve read amazing stories that are nothing like my own — it doesn’t mean that mine are worse than those stories, just different. there is a place in this world for every single story!! and it’s inevitable that you will look back on your old writing and cringe. i do!! i cannot read anything i wrote more than a year ago because i’ve improved so much that the old stuff is embarrassing to me. if you don’t push through the fear of cringe, though, you’ll never get anywhere. i’m not sure if you’re planning on posting anything ever, but i can say with certainty that if you do, there will be someone who reads and loves it. there’s people who still comment on and read and love my stories from 2021 that i absolutely despise now (it’s the only reason they haven’t been deleted yet). oftentimes we are our own worst critics, and also, knowing the plot ahead of time doesn’t help (writing suspenseful scenes is SO HARD when you know what’s coming 😭). your readers will love what you write, probably even more than you do!!

i hope that that was helpful and i’m so sorry for writing a literal essay OMG. like this is such a long post 😓 if you have any questions about what i wrote or about a specific aspect of the fic writing process, then lmk!! i’m always happy to help 🫶🏻

[blushstories]

please may u write a drabble with Steve and a reader who has relapsed into an eating disorder but she tries to hide it? w lots of hurt/comfort and fluff at the end? life is difficult atm and idk I just need a hug from Steve real bad :') it's okay if not though!!!

hi lovely!! yes of course, all the hugs to you <3 I tried to be a little vague so as to be sensitive to the subject, so I really hope this is alright. please tell me if ive made a mistake and ill change it <3 cw: disordered eating

“Hey sweetness,” Steve drops some papers onto the coffee table, hair slightly tousled. He shrugs off his brown leather jacket and slings it over the back of the sofa. 

You smile as he reaches your place on the sofa, his hand cupping your jaw and raising your face. He plants a kiss to your forehead before moving into the kitchen, his footsteps slow and tired. Envelopes flutter onto the island as he leafs through the mail you’ve left for him. You know where he’s going next. 

Thick ropes of worry begin to coil in your chest as you ask, “Good day?” The last envelope falls. 

“I guess,” he says. Footsteps again. “No missions coming up, but I gotta get Tony to lay off of Wanda—“ the fridge door opens and he stops talking, interrupting himself. Half empty jars clatter against it as the door hangs open. He calls your name, but you already know what he’s going to say. 

“There isn’t much in here,” he says, matter-of-factly. You know. The soured leftovers from last week, three lemons and a packet of sliced cheese decorate the inside of the appliance, and you feel a sudden anxiety warped guilt settle into the lining of your stomach.

 Maybe you should’ve nipped out to get some groceries or snacks for him, but you’re sitting on a see-saw of ignoring food’s existence, and scrutinising everything about it; going to the store would only tip the see-saw the other way. 

Steve’s been speaking for a few seconds now, and you’ve missed all of it. The fridge door shuts and he calls your name again. You twist on the sofa as he leans around the corner, eyes slightly narrowed. 

“What’d you have today?” There’s no malice in his tone, nothing to set you on edge the way it does, your fist twisting in the fabric of the cushions. He’s curious, if anything, but you haven’t thought this far ahead. 

“I went out for lunch,” you say, not quite meeting his eyes. He nods, eyes cast to the floor, spins about forty five degrees on his heel before something clicks in his head and he turns back. 

“What’d you get?” He asks, a hint of concern disguised by gentle curiosity. You stumble over your words at first, relief at his exit extinguished instantly, something about a salad automatically falls from your lips. He frowns, approaching the sofa gingerly. You look away, heat heavy behind your eyes because this is in your past, isn’t it? You both know that.

He places both hands on the back of it, leaning slightly over you. You can’t read the expression on his face, and the silence is painful, creeping up your arms and burrowing into your skin. His eyes are sincere, searching both of yours, as if he may find his answer somewhere in them. 

“You okay?” His voice is soft, genuine, no sign of anything other than love. You nod with a forced smile, a safe response. “Can you look me in the eye and say it?” 

He can see straight through you, knows it was a little mean to press, but he cares too much about you to let it go when you can’t comply. He rounds the sofa and you scoot over to give him some space, the silence heavy around you both. He rests an arm over the back of the sofa, inviting you to lean against him. 

You do, but you’re stiff. When his hand falls onto your shoulder, he knows, and tugs you further into his side. His cheek meets the top of your head as he tries to navigate the emotions in his heart. 

“Sweet girl,” he says finally, with an extra squeeze. “You don’t deserve this.” 

You wring your hands together in your lap, not having anything to say that doesn’t feel… artificial. 

“I…” he holds in a sigh, not wanting to sound disappointed. He’s far from it, in fact. “I want to help.” “I know,” you say quietly.  “Let me,” he says, more of a suggestion than a statement: he doesn’t want you to feel cornered or pressured. “Doing this alone, it’s, it’s terrible.” “Steve—“ “All I want is for you to be happy. God knows with my job it’s hard to be.”

He slips his arm under yours, tucking you further into his side as it rests along your side. You smile at your hands.

“It’s not as hard as you think when Tony doesn’t shut up about you,” you say. Steve chortles, then sits a little straighter, as if he only registers your words then. 

“What does he say?” 

“Oh, you know: Rogers just took down five men with one throw of his giant frisbee. Rogers needs to stop being such a smartass because it’s making me look bad in front of the others. Usual Stark stuff.”  Steve chortles, and there’s a light silence. He lightly clears his throat. 

“Will you help me?” He asks.  “With what?” 

“Help me to help you,” he clarifies. “I want you to be happy and healthy, and Wanda tells me that Vision is actually a good cook, despite the, uh, novelty of it. He could teach me some tricks.” He struggles to end his sentence as well as he’d like, but hopes he’s got his point across. You contemplate his suggestion, and then look up; he's watching you carefully, but kindly. Another squeeze of his arms as he realises that you're thinking.

And finally, “I can try,” you say, and his hand squeezes yours. 

“That’s all I ask, sweetheart.”

[farfallasims]

hi☺️ when u we’re first starting up ur simblr how did u get ur posts more noticed?? I’m using tags and reposting my posts but nothings happening, I’m not sure whether to just wait a few days but like, this is harder than it seems bro

Hi!

Before I give tips and tricks in what I noticed helped me, let me emphasize that I didn't go into this community trying to be really noticed, especially at the extent I have been. I just wanted to post my stuff and enjoy a community I've always loved watching from the sidelines. So, I guess that helped me not set up expectations of wanting to be noticed, I just posted stuff I loved and people liked it. But I will give you some ideas that I noticed helped me grow!

Be Interactive

If you are not engaging on other people's posts whether it is commenting, reblogging, or even liking stuff in general, you won't gain peers in the community. I'm not saying go comment on every post you see, but if you genuinely like something, let that creator know. No one likes someone who posts and ghosts, we love seeing the personality of the creator shine through.

2. Be Active

I joined the community back in February of 2023 and I have posted every. single. day. NOW, I am not saying do that, but I can 100% promise that being heavily active is a great way at building your own community. People love consistency and they love building a relationship with said creator. If you are posting once a week, the likelihood of anyone seeing your stuff is very slim.

3. Quality over Quantity

Yes, this does backtrack on the previous tip, but people love quality posts. They appreciate the time and effort that goes into it. I have all the programs I use listed in my FAQ to ensure better quality.

4. Drop Your Expectations

Like I said for myself, I didn't join the community wanting nor expecting to gain the following I did. Yes, I knew I'd get some attention, but I'm talking like 2 thousand people or so, and I would still be so happy if that were the case for me!

By going into this with that expectation, it set me up to never really feel that frustration of wondering why no one is seeing my posts or why I get so little likes. I was so grateful for the 45 notes I got on my first ever post and I didn't expect it either. I remember telling my boyfriend how geeked out I was over it!

Lower your expectations, it simply leads to less frustration.

5. Utilize Other Social Media Platforms

Twitter has been a huge growing platform for me, and I personally love it (if you stay out of drama), because you can get to learn so much about your favorite creators, and some can even become your friends.

I have made so many friends through joining the Sims Community on Twitter, and it has been such a great way to push my content and bring those people I meet there to my Tumblr. This also applies to other platforms such as Instagram and TikTok!

6. Have Fun

Post what you love, enjoy other peoples content, and just have a good time. We are all rooting for each other and we all want to see each other bloom on this platform, so please remember that.

I hope these tips & tricks help you and anyone else in the community x

[meirimerens]

I already wanted to try linocutting but seeing yours make me want to try even more now fjfjfh, do you have perhaps advice on materials or anything like that ? 👀 also the ones you did are so cool !

LINOCUTTING IS SOOO FUN honestly i wike it a lot. it's a good alternative To Me to wood engraving bc i can't really do that since leaving uni bc the materials for woodcutting are more expensive. lemme see what i can tell you!

i've bought all my supplies at the local art store for cheap, you can very likely find better quality (but also would end up more expensive...) stuff online.

carving tools:

mine look like this:

it says woodcut but it works for linocut just fine. some other carving tools will be sold with a singular handle and multiple tips, but i prefer to have a number of full tools i can go back and forth when i carve. you will also see rounded-handle tools, there tend to be more expensive but i have worked with them at uni and they were really comfortable.

my main rotation of tools has:

small v-shaped tip for most of the work

wide v-shaped tip for deeper cuts

small u-shaped tip for looser work

wide u-shaped tip for when you just gotta take everything out

sharp knife-like tip to cut out in corners and lift the material up like you would be peeling off sticker paper

linoleum:

again, i get what i find LOL. mine is grey, kinda hard, with a rope-woven backing. works for what i do, but i know some linoleums are softer, in just one block.. honestly go out there and see what your stores have

ink:

i use a water-based linoleum black ink bc water-based inks (and paints in general) are easier to clean in case of stains, and also it allows me to wash my blocks when i'm done with them with a LIL BIT of water, dishsoap, and a toothbrush (warning: this will make your dry blocks ""kinda ugly"" because the ink stains settle in the grooves, but that also means the ink does not build up on the surface and eventually destroys details of your work)

else:

you need a roller to spread your ink on! they're the hard kind specifically for engraving. like that:

you need a flat surface to spread thinly your ink on. most people use glass or clear plastic, i didn't have that so i'm using the flat back of some appliance we don't use no more LOL!!!

i personally use a press: i've gotten it from this etsy shop [honestly i recommend], they're genuinely not too pricey compared to the other stuff i've seen but also. well it's a few hundreds yknow. mine is the A3 format.

if you don't use a press, i KNOW some people just use their weights/the back of their hands/whatever else but i've been there done that and it was hell to me. save yourself the trouble and get yourself a baren, they're like these little thangs you use in circles on your paper to push it into the ink

you can make your own, i know some people use the backs of wooden spoons instead of those... try it out.

tips & tricks/misc:

as mentioned: in order to prevent ink build-ups between inking sessions if you print the same matrix over and over, please clean your linocut block once you're done. if using water-based ink, water, dishsoap and a toothbrush do the job; oil-based ink will dissolve with like vegetal oils. depending on your linocut it might curve under water so MAKE SURE it stays as flat as you can, by adding weights on them, i personally make em dry wrapped in paper towels and stack books on top. or i close the press on them LOL

ALWAYS CUT AWAY FROM YOU. my professors told me to use the tools with the index finger on top to "guide", because otherwise the blade can like. ZWIPPP fly off the block. i had read a post where the author said to always have band-aids on-hand when linocutting and. imma be honest i just think they kept nipping themselves bc they didn't have the Guiding Index and held their tool more like an excavator. but just in case, yknow. NEVER PUT YOUR FREE HAND IN FRONT OF THE CUTTING TOOL TIP again, if your blade goes ZWIPPP, you can stab yourself in your free hand.

always remember that the print you carve in your block will appear mirrored on the paper. since we do tend to draw asymmetrically, not notice things are asymmetrical when only seeing it one way and we can't really "flip the canvas" IRL to check, what i do is 1) draw my little drawing on thin paper 2) flip it 3) retrace it on the back of the paper 4) tape it like that to my block 5) go over these flipped lines VERY AGGRESSIVELY with a ballpoint pen until the ink bleeds through and appears on the block. NOT IDEAL BC IT STRAINS YOUR WRIST PRETTY BAD but i haven't experimented with other ways to do it LOL

use thicker paper for your prints. you will find by trial and error if your ink + printing method lends itself more to textured paper, smooth paper, lot of ink on the block, a lil ink on the block... etc

roll your ink thinly, but i've found personally not too thinly, you want it to make like. little... not bubbles? but like ✧-shaped patterns within the ink.

you. will. trial. and. error. it's by trial and error that i decided to ditch my previous printing method and get a press because By God you save much time, energy, PAPER, ink, when a machine allows for smooth inking, but also like. i be selling them. if you are comfortable with a hand-printing method with a baren, with just Pushing That In, power and bliss to you i envy you.

ending note: honestly you can buy cheap materials and yet still have a blast, and then slowly work on your artistic #grind month by month, year by year. linocut is insanely meditation, can be a lil frustrating, but when you pick out that clean crisp print.... ooooooh baby

have fun!!!!