#send me an ask and i'll write you a ficlet

[luveline]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐛 —send me an established relationship request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 1k or less

reader pulling Hotch in by his belt loops trying to break the ice after they get into a disagreement

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! vaguely suggestive. fem!reader

You know why you argued, but you kinda wish he'd stop being mad. You're not mad anymore, and he's the one who started it so he should be the one to raise the white flag. Maybe. It was only a little fight! 

You sigh dramatically. Hotch doesn't budge, wiping down dishes with a cloth one by one. 

"I'm sorry," you say, your third apology overall. 

"It's fine." He smiles from over his shoulder. You believe him, but he's still put out. You understand not everyone can move from an argumentative mood into a happy one quickly and try not to worry about it much longer, though the urge to kiss his scratchy jaw has its hooks in you. 

You put away the plates after he's dried them and figure you'll just have to go for it. While he's not paying attention, you slip your finger into the snug of his belt loop and pull him toward you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder rather than elbow you, looking down at you with a mixture of nearly hidden surprise and pleasure. He tries very hard to keep a straight face. 

"Hey, baby," you say, "you come here often?" 

"I'm still annoyed," he says, warmth creeping into his voice.

"Yes, well. Me too. But I like you more than I'm annoyed at you and I'd really like to kiss you, so… can I?" 

Hotch looks down at your hand in his belt loop and does that thing older guys do, a sound between a scoff and a laugh with a nod to seal the deal. "I suppose." 

"Oh, you suppose," you say, leaning up to kiss his chin, your following words smothered in his skin, "you would suppose, Hotchner, you're such a supposer."

He laughs again and you glow, sure it had been a weak joke. His smile twitches under your lips as you kiss him, and his hand cups the back of your neck. Forgiven. 

"Sorry," he says between kisses. It's low but impossible to miss, and his tone is sincere. "I'm not trying to be unreasonable." 

"You're very reasonable. And you can make it up to me, if you like." You blink your eyes open to meet his dark gaze, smiling as his hand slinks down the curve of your back.

"Should I pull at your jeans?" he asks. His finger curves into your belt loop, his hand angled further down. 

You lean in for another kiss. "Yes, please." 

[swiftispunk]

♡ thank you ♡

well hello! so this number is truly unfathomable to me. and while it may be slightly inflated due to some dead blogs from a previous fandom, i still want to celebrate all the fun we've had here over the past year. i can't thank you all enough for sticking around and hanging out with me. i rarely acknowledge these milestones but this just felt too major to let slip by. so let's have some fun, yeah?

feel free to send me any of the following (but if you plan to submit multiple, please send them separately). i'll be accepting submissions from now until march 23 (the one year anniversary of my first ppcu fic!) and all responses will be tagged #hans10kcelebration.

🌕 — long story short (smutty ficlet prompts)

send me a 🌕 with a pedro boy of your choosing + a spicy TS-themed prompt + a kink (all listed below) and i'll challenge myself to write a ten sentence ficlet. please let me know in your ask if there are any hard nos you wouldn't want included in your ficlet.

💿 — i wrote down our song (taylor swift music mix)

send me a 💿 and i'll put taylor swift's entire discography on shuffle. i'll respond with the song that comes up, as well as which pedro boy i think suits it best and why. *BONUS — i would love for this to be a jumping off point for fellow writers to use the song title and pedro boy as fic inspiration! if you write a fic based on one of these asks, tag me @swiftispunk and i will share it!

💞 — my love should be celebrated (creator shoutout)

spread some love! send me a 💞 and shoutout one of your favourite ppcu creators. tell me why you love them and/or direct us to your favourite one of their creations.

🔮 — watch your life in pictures (mutual moodboards)

mutuals only please! send me a 🔮 and i'll make a three-picture moodboard to encapsulate your vibes.

thank you all once again, i love you very, very much. and thank you to @saradika-graphics for the lovely dividers.

— han

ficlet info below

prompts:

He looks up grinning like a devil

You pull me in and I’m a little more brave

“Can we always be this close?”

“Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share”

“My name is whatever you decide”

The altar is my hips

Getting caught up in a moment, lipstick on your face

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off”

He’s so bad but he does it so well

“For you, I would ruin myself”

“Just take me home”

“Wanna see what’s under that attitude”

Our secret moments in a crowded room

“How’d we end up on the floor anyway?”

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

Good girl faith and a tight little skirt

On the phone and you talk real slow

pedro boys i write for:

joel miller

frankie morales

javier peña

javi gutierrez

ezra (prospect)

marcus pike

dieter bravo

kinks list:

age play

anal play

anonymous sex

body worship

breath play

cucking

collars/leashes

cumming untouched

dacryphilia

dildos

dom/sub dynamics

exhibitionism

face-fucking

food play

gags

hand kink

masturbation

mirror sex

nipple play

orgasm denial

phone sex

pillow humping

restraints

spanking

virginity loss

voyeurism

and lastly, tagging a few mutuals just because

@joelscruff @agentmarcuspike @hier--soir @5oh5 @frannyzooey @the-ginger-hedge-witch @kiwisbell @ezrasbirdie @saradika @hellishjoel @thetriumphantpanda @undercoverpena @mrsmando @gasolinerainbowpuddles @joelsgreys @atticrissfinch @missredherring @cavillscurls @northernbluess @tieronecrush @beardedjoel @bearsbeetsbeskar @iamasaddie @perotovar @haylzcyon @janaispunk @cowboylikejoel @covetyou @userparamore @itsokbbygrl @jksprincess10 @scenaaario @kedsandtubesocks @morning-star-joy @honeyedmiller @luxurychristmaspudding @psychedelic-ink @cowgurrrl

[thecampjuicebox]

Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic Masterlist

Decided I should probably create a masterlist of everything I've written so far because, let's be real, I'm not stopping anytime soon. I'll continue to update as I write more. All fics are 18+ and requests are still open!! Just send me a message (anon or not) and I'll whip something up for you. I have a ko-fi if you'd like to tip for any requests.

I will ABSOLUTELY NOT write anything on the topic of incest, rape, adult x minor, minor x minor, urine, or feces. If I see any of this in my inbox/comments, you'll be blocked. If I write about a pairing or topic you don't agree with, keep it moving. You're not forced to read what I post at any point.

Tav/Reader x Gale:

Aching for you (nsfw)

Breakfast (nsfw)

Third Degree

Worship You (nsfw)

Purple (nsfw)

Someone To Live For

Tav/Reader x Astarion x Gale:

To have and to hold Pt. 1 (nsfw)

To have and to hold Pt. 2

To have and to hold Pt. 3 (nsfw)

Tav/Reader x Astarion:

Hunger (nsfw)

Little Love

Aeterna Amantes

Protector (nsfw)

The Monastery

Tav/Reader x Halsin:

Just as nature intended (nsfw)

Tav/Reader x Karlach:

Reverence and Hellsfire (nsfw)

Tav/Reader x Raphael/Haarlep:

The Deal (nsfw)

The Devil You Do (nsfw)

The Little Serpent

Persuasion (nsfw)

Inferno Pt.1

Inferno Pt.2

Wrapped With a Bow (nsfw)

Toy Mouse (nsfw)

A Dangerous Game (nsfw)

Tav/Reader x Side Character:

Glorious Suffering - Tav x Abdirak x Astarion (nsfw) Glorious Suffering Pt. 2 - Tav x Abdirak x Astarion x Shadowheart (nsfw)

Companion x Companion:

Your Choice (Astarion x Halsin)

Ask Requested Ficlets and Drabbles:

Tav duels a cambion after negotiations go awry in the House of Hope

Raphael shows up unannounced to Tav's home and finds a surprise

Raphael returns home after a meeting with mouse, Haarlep makes an interesting proposal

[amethystfairy1]

✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

Amethysts Scribbling Corner 📝

A little side project of mine to try and stretch my writing style!

Once in awhile, I will be running a poll with prompts that have been sent in via reblogs, replies, asks, and messages! Please send some in if you have any ideas!

Whatever prompt wins the poll, I will write and add to the series!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple of sentences! Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're talking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

Tags for the series are:

#amethysts scribbling corner

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I use this blog for my scribbling corner prompts as well as asks about any of my AUs or writing projects! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

[hier--soir]

🕯️ hier--soir's 4k gothic 🕯️

hey folks, somehow we've reached a point where there are over 4000 of you hanging out here and indulging my tomfoolery. so i thought i'd take a moment to say hi, say i love you, say i am endlessly grateful for this weird little corner of the internet, and i'd love to make some fun stuff to celebrate all that love + it’s a good excuse to write some little bits n bobs.

anyone who wants to play can send me something listed below, and i'll post it between mon 29th and sun 4th.

send as many asks as you like, just send them in separately please. if you request a fic, feel free to mention anything you don't want included in it [e.g. smut, gore]

PROMPTS- ╰┈➤ 🫀send me this with one of these prompts about "devotion" + a character [or two if you like] from the list below and i'll turn it into a ficlet [200-1000 words] that is bizarre or dark or gross or scary [or perhaps a mix of all the above] ╰┈➤ 🧛🏼send me this with a trope you love, and i'll recommend a film or a novel i think you might like. ╰┈➤ 🥀send me this with a prompt for a moodboard. it can be for a fic you love, a novel, a character, a film, an idea, anything. ╰┈➤ 🕯️mutuals send me this and i'll make a gothic moodboard based on your vibe.

CHARACTERS FOR FICLETS-

╰┈➤ joel miller

╰┈➤ ellie williams

╰┈➤ simon "ghost" riley

╰┈➤ johnny "soap" mactavish

╰┈➤ john price

tagging some moots that i think might want to play in the mud with me...

@joelscruff @agentmarcuspike @swiftispunk @5oh5 @sweetercalypso @softlyspector @bageldaddy @netherfeildren @atinylittlepain @atticrissfinch @macfrog @undercoverpena @fish-fearme @daydreamingmiller @mrsmando @saradika @thetriumphantpanda @ohcaptains @frannyzooey

🦷🫀🦇🏰

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

Fanfiction masterlist: Wanda Maximoff

One-shots:

Going to the office 18+ Have you been a good girl? 18+ Between heaven and hell 18+ Earn it 18+ Tednder moments - A Christmas special 18+ Tender moments - Part 2 18+ Burning for you 18+ Consequences 18+ Unspoken desires 18+ Sweet trouble 18+ I love taming you 18+ Lessons learned 18+ On the road 18+ We don't have to wait 18+ Face the consequences 18+ A night full of surprises 18+

Series:

I don’t want to hear thoughts... Unless they’re yours. (18+) Insomnia 18+ - This is now complete. Sacrifices 18+

Requests: 

Even in darkness there is light 18+ "Be mine" - An Alpha!Natasha fic 18+ "Only for you" (fluff)

Thoughts / drabbles / asks? Or all the naughty things you’ve been sending me:

A date with Mommy Wanda 18+ G!P Mommy Wanda and her sleeping girl 18+ Letting Wanda de-stress 18+ Wanda taking care fo you after a rough day (fluff) Humping Mommy Wanda’s thigh 18+ Worshipping chunky milf Wanda 18+ Mommy Wanda teasing her girl 18+ Playing with soft Mommy Wanda 18+ Wanda getting R pregnant 18+ A cuddling / teasing session with Wanda 18+ Wanda getting off on your whines and whimpers 18+ Soft Mommy Wanda overstimulating R 18+ A long edging session with Mommy Wanda 18+ “You want me to kiss you, baby? Beg for it!“ 18+ A passionate night between G!P Cowgirls Wanda and Natasha 18+ Mommy Wanda catching you being naughty 18+ Surprising G!P Natasha with your strap 18+ Mommy Wanda making you feel loved 18+ Wanda's wedding proposal (fluff)

Headcanons: 

Subby G!P Wanda x SoftDomme Fem!Reader 18+ Ficlet: Mean Mommy!Wanda x Fem!Reader 18+ Mean Wanda teaching R a lesson 18+ Pay the price: Mommy Wanda punishing her naughty girl 18+

Archive of our own / AO3 account, complete with all my works: 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/xXxSecretLovexXx/works

You have a request?

You should know that I'm physically incapable of writing a short fic, so I'm super picky about requests, and I would really have to love the idea for me to take it on. If you want, you can share your idea with me and I'll let you know straight away if I'll go for it or not. If I do take it though, I can't promise you when it will be finished. If you're OK with that, I'm open to suggestions.

[storiesofsvu]

Holiday Bingo 2023

That's right besties! It's that time of year again! And in an attempt to keep y'all entertained with your favourite blorbos, I'm hosting this bingo so we can all share our creations and you have something to fixate on while I'm busy as hell at work!

As per usual:

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, a ficlet, headcanons, drabble, gif sets, one shots, social media au's, make it a mini series following the holiday journey of the same two characters! literally whatever you want!

Prompts are all winter/holiday themed. If it specifically says "Christmas" it does not need to be Christmas, it can be whatever holiday this time of year that you want!

Read the rest of the rules under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, make it tooth rottingly sweet, make it angsty as all hell and break our hearts, make it a wild AU, do whatever you want with them as long as they are what inspired your story. (aka "first snowfall" could be the first time character a is seeing snow, it could be the first snow of the year, it could be the characters baby's/dog's first time seeing snow. It can be cute, catching snow flakes on tongues or sad, bringing back memories with a friend who has passed. Literally whatever you want.) Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings/tags at the TOP of the post and I don't want to see any TikTok censoring of words!

Fics can be a ship, a reader insert, an OC, or any kind of crossover! Mix and match, stick with one, try out a new character or fandom!

Accepted Fandoms:

Literally everything and everyone. This is wide open to any and every fandom/show/movie that you want, it's free game besties! It doesn't matter if I write/read that fandom, do what you would like!

Some Inspiration:

-Law and Order (OG, OC, SVU)

-Criminal Minds

-Marvel

-NCIS

-One Chicago

-Abbott Elementary

-Mayans

-Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice

-911/Lonestar

-OUAT

-The L Word

-Wednesday

Rules:

You MUST tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hashtag #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023 on each creation and I'll put together the masterlist.

Bingo begins on November 25th and will run all the way to January 20th.

You may only post/submit ONE creation per day!

Only one bingo square per creation

No underage characters involved in relations.

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore!

Everyone is welcomed and encouraged to participate! You do not need to be following me, we don't need to be mutuals, if you see this post and want to play, let's go!

If anyone has questions, feel free to comment or send me a message/ask!

Some playlists to get us in the mood:

________________

tagging some people who might be interested? (if you got tagged and have no idea who i am/where this came from it is likely that i have read your stuff and loved it/have some bookmarked on my to bed read lol. feel free to ignore.)

@prentiss-theorem @swimmingstudentchaos891 @rustyzebra @plaidbooks @thatesqcrush @adarafaelbarba @detective-giggles @mickey-gomez @alexusonfire @bumblebear30 @tropes-and-tales @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix @beccabarba @prurientpuddlejumper @fighterkimburgess @baubeautyandthegeek @melk917 @blackbird-brewster @virescent-v @leftoverenvy @iamnotoriginalphil @happenstnces @daddy-heather-dunbar @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece @five-bi-five-main @thehauntingofbasingse @supercriminalbean @h0tch-r0cket @bullet-prooflove @boldlyvoid @astrophileous @slutforsilverfoxes @cissyenthusiast010155 @hotchs-bitch @honeypiehotchner @whiteberryx @v3nusxsky

[luveline]

Congrats on 40k Jade! Also hi, I hope you're having a great day (I'm really nervous this is my first time sending in a request I'm so sorry if I sound weird)

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐨𝐤 —send me a hurt/comfort request for any reader and any character and I'll write a ficlet, 2k or less

Can I request a reader that has a bit of a temper and got told that no one would like her because of it so she's a bit insecure about herself? My favourite character is James so maybe with him or with Remus whichever you prefer (and they reassure her and it's awesome because your writing is just so awesome)

Congrats again <3

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you so much, you didn't sound weird at all dw ♡ fem!reader

The day has been long, your feet dragging up the steps to Remus' flat. His door sticks and the only radiator that doesn't need bleeding is the one in his bedroom, so it's cold, and you're irked. You kick out of your pinching shoes and hang your jacket up, which falls on the floor. You pick it up and it falls again. Huffing, you put it on the sideboard and trudge down the hallway to Remus bedroom. 

"Hello, my lovely," he says without looking up. 

There's a notebook in his lap. He's wearing his reading glasses. If you were in a better mood you'd try to distract him by laying across his thighs. As it stands, you're fucking exhausted. You flop down in his bed and curl towards him where he's sitting against the headboard. 

"Tired?" he asks. 

"Mm." Tired isn't the right word, but the right word makes people cringe at you. 

Today has been awful and you hate the part of you that wants to rail about it. You can't help how you feel; this anger glows molten. It makes you hate yourself, which irks you worse. You grab one of his pillows and pull it against your chest to squeeze it until your arms hurt. 

"Bad day?" he asks, pen scratching.

You exhale. "A bit," you say into the pillowcase. 

"Sorry, dovey," he says. There's the sound of paper leaves catching against one another and the clink of a pen put away. "What did you say? I needed to finish writing that edit down before I forgot."

You're not mad at him in particular but your voice comes out tightly strung anyhow, "I said it was a bit of a bad day."

Remus hears your tone and refuses to skirt around the issue. Not from a want to be confrontational, but a direct way of going about things. "What, are you mad at me?" 

"No," you say, turning away from him. 

"You seem mad." 

"I think I am." 

"Well, now you don't sound mad," he says, dipping down to talk into the back of your neck. "Now you sound upset. Have I upset you?" 

"No, Remus," you say. Mad to sad to mad again, your shoulder and spine ache with rigidity. 

All his questions didn't make you mad, but you were mad to begin with, and so what might usually be very normal turns to irritating. In the moment, you've no hope of controlling it, and, not wanting to further subject Remus to any misdirected annoyance, you shuffle out of his reach. "I just need a minute," you say. 

Remus is used to your temper, though you often worry he'll grow tired of you and your big moods and throw in the towel. You count useless numbers in your head and curl your fists into balls until your bones feel like they're too big for your skin, wanting to deal with it alone. 

A minute or two later and Remus reaches for your side. "I was trying to lighten the mood, and it wasn't my best work," he says, tip of his thumb drawing semi circles into your shirt. 

Remus taking the blame for your emotions has you frowning, rabbit-holing into twisting thoughts. He's always been good for you and good to you, accepting of your short fuse. He's not always sunshine and lollipops himself. But, he's not angry half as often as you are. Does that bother him? People have said to you before that your temper will be the ruining of a good thing, that Remus won't want to deal with it. And it makes sense. 

You don't want to deal with it either. You don't really feel like you have much choice when it comes to being mad. 

"Sorry," you mumble. 

Mattress springs groan as he leverages himself closer to you. Familiar, his hand sneaks under your shirt to tickle the soft roll of your stomach. He draws a slow and winding line with no end nor goal in mind, uncaring of the pouch you get laying down. Remus doesn't really care about anything that could be marked superficial. It's one of the many reasons that he's markedly the best person you know; he loves everything that you hate about yourself without hesitation. Like your anger. 

"Do you want to set a rule?" he asks. 

"Pardon?"

"Humour me. Let's make a condition before we have this conversation." Remus stops drawing to slide his hand between your hip and the mattress, hugging you to him. "I'll assume you're not mad at me even if you sound angry, and you can assume I don't mind." 

"Do you mind?" you ask. 

"Well, I don't love when you're angry, but I know it isn't at me so it won't matter." 

Reassured enough to face him, you meet his eyes. 

"I know I have a tendency to make it sound like I'm angry at you when I'm really mad at someone else," you say. 

"That's not true. And I ask, don't I? If I think you're mad at me?" Remus' already dulcet voice drops to a murmur, words said slowly and with as much care as a person can put into words alone, "I don't know why you feel like you're such a bad person for being angry." 

"Because it's all the time," you say. Your throat burns with the effort that it takes to stay intelligible. 

"It's not all the time." 

"It's often, and it's not fair to you." 

"It's not fair to take it out on other people, and I promise you I'd let you know if you were doing that. So… could you just tell me why you're mad? Without worrying I'll take it personally." 

"It's not about taking it personally, I don't want you to take it personally, but it's just– it's just ugly, isn't it?" 

Remus frowns. "Honestly? I don't think so. You have to be angry sometimes. Everyone gets angry and those feelings need somewhere to go, or it'll eat you up inside and make you bitter instead. Like… okay, he'll forgive me for telling you this, but Sirius used to get into these awful angry tirades where he'd shout at nothing, you know? And I hated seeing him do it, but I wasn't sitting there thinking he was ugly for it. I just kind of hated that something was able to occupy him so heavily. And that's how I feel about it when it happens to you, dove." 

"He used to?" you ask, the bridge of your nose flat to his knee. 

"Yeah, he did." Remus pushes your shoulder flat to the bed beneath you and leans in to give you a kiss. The corner of your mouth takes the brunt of it. 

"Did you kiss him like this, or–" 

Remus laughs and hugs you, "A discussion for another day," he murmurs. He gives you a last kiss and squeeze and then sits up. "So shout at me." 

"I don't want to shout at you." 

"You know what I mean. Tell me what pissed you off today." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

"Yeah, I'm sure, I like the way your eyes look anyways, when you get riled up." Remus finds your hand to hold. "Tell me, dove. I'll be angry with you."

[optiwashere]

B.7 is begging for Isobel and Aylin. Let Isobel comfort her one and only angel please she's so tired after all thus suffering let her be scared in her wife's arms

I prayed to Selûne that someone would ask for the moon lesbians. Thank you for asking for this perfect prompt, anon! 💜

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

---

B7. Character A has a vivid nightmare and Character B comforts them (CW PTSD for Aylin experiencing an episode)

A veil of violet darkness washed over everything Aylin saw. No matter where she looked, light failed to reach her. No matter how much she clawed at the sigils inscribed on the ground, she remained within the circle that was her prison.

Days passed and nights fell. She was certain of it, though there was no way for her to know when she was. Where, she knew well. She had been trapped in the heart of her mother's sworn enemy and sister, in the clutches of Shar’s vilest disciples. She closed her eyes and waited for another day and another Justiciar-in-waiting to take their prize from her.

A day became one hundred, one hundred fell to a thousand.

One thousand melded into ten thousand more.

She opened her eyes, sure to awaken in Reithwin next to her darling Isobel once more, and instead of the glow of her light, Aylin saw the void beyond her floating prison.

She reached up, ready to claw at her own eyes to steal away the vision of the Shadowfell for at least one blessed day.

"Aylin?"

Like the broken clouds of a storm as sunlight shone through, Isobel's voice reached her in the Shadowfell. Somehow, her fallen love could speak to her.

It seemed impossible, but then her familiar touch graced Aylin's face and a hand slipped between hers. Its touch, perfection. The thumb that stroked her chin and then her cheek was its own goddess worthy of praise, and Aylin fell in prayer.

"Aylin," Isobel's voice repeated. Impossibly close. Next to her. "Aylin, you're having another nightmare. Wake up. Please."

She never fell anywhere.

Aylin opened her eyes again.

She lay in a soft bed with far too many pillows. Sunlight flowed in from a nearby window in a private room within the Elfsong tavern, that much she remembered. The air tasted fresh. A familiar scent, like the soap Isobel used to use, filled the room.

"Aylin, love, look at me."

Her voice drew Aylin's gaze to one side. The goddess's thumb still rested on her face, cupping her cheek.

There laid Isobel, alive and swathed in blankets, next to her. Clinging to her.

"You're safe," whispered Isobel. "You are in Baldur's Gate. We're with friends in the other room. You are safe."

Aylin reached up and laid a hand on Isobel's that caressed her face. She warmed Aylin's palm with that touch, warmed more and calmed the rapid breaths that Aylin at last felt burning her throat and chest.

She peered into Isobel's eyes and held her gaze for so long that Aylin wished the moment could be immortalized, somehow given the same gift that Aylin herself had. That moment of true safety and peace.

"I am safe," said Aylin, "with you, my darling."

[dandylovesturtles]

Dandy's Rise Ficlet Trick-or-Treat!

I've seen other people do this and I wanted to try my hand at it because it seems fun! I'll be accepting asks for the month of October, and will try to respond by Halloween (depending on volume I guess, haha).

HOW THIS WORKS:

You send me an ask with up to 2 characters and either Trick or Treat. I respond with a ficlet; I'm trying to keep these to about 500 words or less, but it'll depend on the idea I have.

For Trick, I will write a largely negative fic - whump, angst, h/c with an emphasis on hurt, etc.

For Treat, I will write a largely positive fic - fluff, comedy, h/c with an emphasis on comfort, etc.

Please only send me the characters and Trick or Treat; no further prompting!

SOME RULES:

I'm doing this challenge on my ROTTMNT blog and will only be accepting asks for Rise; I just don't have the creative inspiration for other fandoms right now

Only request characters that are canon to Rise; no OCs, no AUs, no characters that appear in other iterations of TMNT but not Rise, no other canon characters that commonly crossover with Rise.

An exception to the above: if you want to specify that you would like a fic set in one of my own AUs (IMBI, Corrupted Upgrade, 100ft, etc), then that's fine.

Also maybe if you're my mutual and you ask for your own OC or AU I'll do it ;) As long as it's a Rise OC/AU

The character(s) requested will be featured most prominently in the fic, but I may add additional characters at my own discretion.

All duos will be platonic with the following exceptions: April/Sunita and Warren/Hypno. You can also request specifically platonic April and Sunita if you want, but there's no force on earth that can make me write a non-romantic Warren/Hypno fic, sorry.

Any Rise character is allowed, including villains and side characters; your request does not have to include the turtles.

For Trick prompts especially, you can request that I avoid certain topics (ie character death, eye scream, etc). As a general rule, none of my responses will include sexual content, but may contain gore or other upsetting imagery, so giving me don'ts is fine.

Any requests I fulfill will get tagged with "dandy trick or treat" so you can find them! (assuming I remember lol)

And I think that's it! Thanks everyone, and have fun!

[kimpossibly]

🪐 ; planet: send me this emoji + a character on my writing list + any word of your choosing and i'll write you a ficlet using the word as a prompt!

cats + wednesday addams !

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS + CATS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi hi hi this is so cute!! I'm not a cat person in the slightest (I'm one hundo percent a dog person tbh) but I can soooo imagine Wednesday having a black cat. I didn't know if you wanted me to add romance into it so I just tried to keep it plain simple, just using the prompts! I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to, I had some family emergencies come up really recently and so I haven't had much time to really sit down and work on anything other than school or family stuff. Hope you enjoy and thank you my love for the ask!

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!reader WARNINGS: cats (?? idk if that's a needed warning but I figured I'd list it anyway haha)

Wednesday didn't take in strays. She was usually too busy with her own endeavors to really have time for them — you were the exception of course. But she liked having you around, and that made all the distance. So when the black cat appeared on her doorstep, staring up at her with big green eyes, she didn't need to think twice.

"Shoo. Go," she said monotonously, staring at the creature with disdain. When it refused to move, she made a shooing motion with her hands. "I said leave."

You appeared around the corner, your face twisted in a frown. "Who are you talking to?"

Wednesday stepped aside to reveal the cat on your doorstep and, to her surprise, you broke out into a massive grin. "Aw, look at the little guy!" you swooned, running over to pet the cat. It appeared friendly, nuzzling into your palm. "I wonder if he's lost?"

You searched for a collar, but none was found. "He might've run away," you suggested.

And Wednesday, who saw a new problem arising, was quick to shut you down. "He can find his way home. Leave him be."

A sudden crack of thunder rattled the window panes as the first drizzle of rain began to dot the sidewalk outside. The cat looked around at the worsening weather, then back at you, its wide eyes frightened. You looked up at Wednesday with a matching expression, your own eyes pleading her to let the cat stay. She let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then nodded for you to bring the cat in.

You smiled at her as you scooped the cat up, bringing him inside. Within a few hours the cat had been bathed, fed, and given a place to sleep. All the while you'd led him around the house, giving him a tour (as Wednesday watched, fuming, from the side). You'd murmur "Here, kitty," you coax him to room after room, speaking to him like he could understand you perfectly.

After a while you walked about the house, holding the cat in your arms like it was a baby. It seemed to enjoy this time of treatment as it pawed at your hair and clothes and nuzzled its head into the crook of your neck.

"I feel like we should give him a name in the meantime," you mused aloud, "so that we don't have to keep calling him kitty. I get the sense that he doesn't like it."

"Perhaps we should let it go, then." Wednesday said, suddenly appearing in the doorway. "Wouldn't want to wound its pride."

You ignored her, suddenly having a bright idea. "Why don't you give him a name, Wednesday? Just one that we can use before we go out and find his owners tomorrow."

Wednesday kept her stoic glare forward, causing you to pout. "Come on, look at this little face!" you said, turning the cat toward her and squishing its small cheeks. "This is the face of a cat that wants to be properly addressed."

Wednesday did not want pets. But she couldn't resist you.

"Poe," Wednesday said finally. "After Edgar Allen Poe."

You grinned at her. "I think it suits him."

You floated away then, Poe in hand, to introduce him to Thing. The two did not get along at first, with Thing being slightly afraid, slightly jealous. But, within minutes, Poe was chasing him around, playing a lighthearted game of tag. Wednesday watched as you sat on the floor, playing referee to the game, smiling all the while. She crossed her arms over her chest, determined not to enjoy the sight, but even she had to admit — the cat was kind of cute. Or maybe it was how much you liked the cat that was cute.

The next day, you went out about the neighborhood, knocking on doors, asking around, and putting up flyers that Thing had helped you make. No one claimed the cat, and no one rang your line to claim him. You had to negotiate with Wednesday to let Poe stay another day. Then another, and then another. No one asked after the cat.

Four days later you were on the couch, reading and drinking coffee, the cat curled into your side. Wednesday came and sat next to you, eyeing the cat carefully. "They've been known to eat their owners after they die," she said.

"That's only if they're starving," you replied without a beat. "Dogs could do the same thing. Or humans."

"Don't get so morbid with me — I'm not in the mood for romance." she said.

Poe suddenly stood, crawling away from his perch next to you and found his next interest in Wednesday, brushing his cheek against her black sweater. She looked down at him with disdain. "This won't work out for you."

You just chuckled to yourself. "You're communicating with him. It's the first step."

Wednesday looked up, alarmed. "First step to what?"

You just got up to refill your coffee mug, humming as you did so.

The days dragged on and Poe became a fixture in yours and Wednesday's house. More than once you had woken up to find him curled at the foot of your bed, purring softly as he slept.

And Wednesday was, against her own will, warming up to Poe. You'd catch her mindlessly petting his head when she thought you weren't looking. She'd even slip him treats secretly just to gain his favor.

Within a week, you were nearly convinced that Wednesday loved Poe just as much as you did. So you had to put it to the test.

One day you walked into the living room, where Wednesday was sat writing her novel, Poe curled at her feet. You sighed sadly. "Wednesday, I've been thinking, and you're right — we can't take care of a pet. I think it's time we take Poe to a shelter, don't you think?"

Wednesday turned, eyes wide. You blinked. "Do you disagree?"

Wordlessly, Wednesday bent down and scooped Poe up, holding him tightly to her chest. "He stays."

You just smiled in satisfaction, nodding once. You sat down next to her, petting Poe softly. "How could I have seen that coming?"

[kanerallels]

For the Christmas drabble thingy: MERRICAL & MISTLETOE

Since you were the first to send me an ask, you get an early answer! Most of these I'll probably answer during December sometime, depending on how many I get. (also, since I answered it early, you can send another one if you want! I don't have many asks at the moment lol)

Send me a ship and something Christmas-y and I'll write you a ficlet!

“So you really never celebrated Life Day on Dathomir?” Cal asked as he rummaged through a box of decorations.

“No,” Merrin said, eyeing the string of lights she was holding dubiously. “It was not a customary holiday.”

“Well, you’re going to love it,” Cal assured her. “It’s pretty popular in the Core world these days— and judging by the amount of decorations Greez has here, it’s pretty popular with these guys.” Selecting a small bundle of greenery, he frowned at it. “Greez, why do you have mistletoe?”

“It’s tradition, Kestis!” their pilot shouted from the cockpit. “Don’t scoff at tradition. Put it up over the doorway.”

“Okay, but I’m not kissing you.”

As Cal climbed to the top of the step ladder he’d located and began affixing it to the door frame, Merrin strolled over to study the plant. “What is this mistletoe?”

“It’s a plant from some Outer Rim world,” Cal explained, pinning it in place. “The tradition is, if two people end up underneath it together, they have to kiss, or it’s bad luck.”

“A good way to make the holidays awkward,” Cere chimed in from the kitchen, where she was settling mini bouquets of holly here and there with BD-1’s help.

Cal laughed, hopping down from the ladder. “I guess so. How does it look?”

“Good, I think,” Merrin replied from next to him, and Cal glanced at her. She met his gaze, a frown crossing her face. “Are we under the mistletoe?”

Cal’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Hmm.” Merrin looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “We don’t want bad luck. On Dathomir, such things are to be avoided.”

As she headed to where Cere was watching with amusement, Cal watched her go. “Uh— yeah,” he said. “Seems… like a good move.”

[debtdeath]

for the ship hcs ask game: flashfire (or just scout & pyro platonically) hcs? opinions? hotel?

(prompt: "Send me a ship + a word, and I’ll tell you the first headcanon that comes to mind!")

you absolutely sent me more material to work with than the prompt asked, which rocks. happy to talk about scout and pyro platonically and/or romantically tbh! for the sake of this being the first time i talk about them (i think) i'll keep it PG but feel free to follow up if you wanna hear NSFW stuff 👍

general opinion:

i think they're neat together! a lot of people are reluctant to ship them together romantically which is like, fair enough etc but it feels like that'd be overlooking their potential for both chaos for the sake of chaos (fun!) and true tenderness between two people who generally might feel pretty misunderstood and isolated from the rest of the team for various reasons (also fun!).

because theyre both on offensive roles i can see them interacting regularly On The Job as well which is always great to write imo.

headcanons:

i generally think scout and pyro are close friends even before becoming romantically involved or whatever...

i like the idea of scout being a bit scared of pyro at first because they're a big question mark, but because scout is this person who finds any challenge worth his time he takes it upon himself to be The First Who Befriends That Weirdo (affectionate).

he'll learn how to decipher pyro's mumbling and learn sign language (which also helps on the battlefield where it's often loud!).

scout is of course extremely curious about what's under the mask but he doesn't pry. none of his business. but if pyro ends up revealing themselves you know he'll be like 👀👀👀

pyro's just glad someone's willing to stick around with them! they don't mind being a loner but like, company is always nice.

they probably also feel pretty >:) about scout—this big talker jock and generally annoying dickhead—being actually nice to them. the power they hold over him... i reckon they feel pretty good about it.

scout strikes me as a romantic regardless of who he's paired up with, and pyro seems like a cuddler so i think their relationship as Lovers would be soooo sweet... inseparable and always goofing around and laughing and pulling (sometimes VERY dangerous) pranks on their teammates.

they're two fucked up little guys who somehow find each other in a weird fucked up world <3

now to specifically get to The Prompt from the ask LMFAO... hotel HUH...

i can imagine a scenario where they have to spend the night in some kind of motel for a duo contract or something and it's (gasp) a room with twin beds bc why would it be a double bed? fanfiction is contrived man (winks knowlingly at the person reading this)...

anyway scout checks in on his own bc he doesnt want pyro's Appearance to alarm the reception lady (little does he know that the lady would think absolutely NOTHING of it, she's seen worse, she's been workin this reception desk for 30 years you know), grabs the key and then gets both him and pyro in.

i think as soon as they get in they jump on the beds like trampolines because The Urge To Have Fun is too strong lmao.

i feel like they first sleep separately but then scout maybe notices pyro having bad dreams or tossing and turning so he just ends up snuggling up with pyro to comfort them :) or it could be the other way around if you want really, i think neither of them is truly free from insomnia, night terrors, and PTSD lol.

i feel like i could go on and just write a ficlet from just this idea but i'll stop here LOL thank you so much for indulging me!

[quecksilvereyes]

for the prompts:

it's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything + susan pevensie?

both you and @cosmicsnufkin asked for the same thing! my first instinct was to do post the last battle but then Susan's obsession with her ancient dictionary grabbed me by the throat, so here you go!

prompt from this post! feel free to pick one and send me a narnia character! I'll write you a little ficlet.

_

Once, when Susan was almost Queen, and remembered how to hold her shoulders to prevent them from shattering, a glass drop held by its tail, the lion looked at her and yawned until its sickle teeth lay bare. Its spit shone red, and its tongue curled, barbed and beastly about the witch's bones.

"My dear child", it said, with a voice that could not have lived in those lungs. Its paws were, then, big enough to hold her entire, and Susan had not yet learned how to flinch. "Your brother has need of you."

Edmund, dead in the bloodied field. Edmund, sick with longing and sugar and spelled. Edmund, freezing. Edmund, with fireflower juice on his lips.

Sharp-tongued and gunpowder-still, his mouth set in a scowl. His brows furrowed. The only one of them who was not gifted a weapon, Edmund used instead his own bleeding hands and the scruff marks on the high points of his cheekbones where a ring was caught in a slap.

The beast looked at her. Its maw drew closed. The fur of its mane was still as it had been before it was shaved and its whiskers stood long and proud from its snout. There was, still, dust in its pelt. Sulphur in its breath.

Adam's bone did not break on impact. Adam's bone stood, shoulders drawn, mouth pulled tight and watched Adam's flesh wail.

"Are you like him, then?", she asked, and looked the lion in its beastly eyes.

The lion rumbled. "I am like many things. And unlike many more." It smiled, somehow, drew its mouth into a shape that would be a baring of teeth, on any other. In the soft light of the sun, its fur shone golden.

Susan watched her little brother, whose bones were yet fragile, and sharp where they broke, as he drew his first breath of three hours. "But you are like him", she said. "Only you didn't die on a cross, this time."

The beast laughed. "It doesn't have to be a cross. It just has to be an innocent." Its claws were dark with soil where they slipped against Susan's dress, caught in the weft of a silk finer than anything English she'd ever touched.

She looked at the beast, and at the melting winter in its jaws. It looked back at her, and blinked. Slowly. Measured. Susan tucked the glass tail underneath her cloak. "And you are?" She wet her lips. Listened to Edmund's rattling lungs. "Innocent?"

"Sometimes", said the lion. It flicked its ear. It hooked its claws into fabric. "No-one is any one thing, dear one. It doesn't much matter if it's Romans or witches. Human and creature both are what they are."

Susan thought of the dictionary in Professor Digory's library. Lucy's head in her lap, Peter's exasperated voice thick in the air, and Edmund's scowling face by the window. Boredom burrowed to the thick of her brain where it had sat, liquid, just below boiling until her voice had threatend to break out of her chest.

Divinity. noun: a divine being; a god or a goddess. see also: benevolence, omniscience, indifference.

Edmund, rolling his eyes. "This is boring, Su. Who cares what it means?"

Benevolence. noun: the quality of being well meaning; kindness.

Lucy, sighing as though the world had draped itself atop her small shoulders. "Can we go outside, Su?"

Omniscience. noun: the state of knowing everything.

Peter, pinching his forehead. "Susie, can't we play something else? You're the only one who is good at this one."

Indifference. noun: lack of interest, concern, or sympathy.

The beast, who had been smoke and legend for one hundred years, looked at Susan, and dragged its barbed tongue across bleeding bone. "Why did you leave?", she asked.

It weighed its terrible head. "It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything", it said, and its tongue dripped from its maw. "Tears are not so easily mended, child."

Susan looked at the witch, who lay, half eaten, and dead as her brother had been, in the blooming field. Her throat torn from her neck, her guts spilling from her molten dress, her bones - not white as she'd thought, but bloodied-pink - bared and snapped.

She did not answer. Beside her, the all-knowing beast lay its head on its paws and yawned until its teeth shone in the sun. Susan had stood there, breathing.

Unflinching, yet.

In 1949, Susan Pevensie buries her loves in a field of wild flowers. Her aunt taps against the frozen glass tail. It shatters.

[blithesharem]

🧵 Satan

Outside, the seasons have begun to turn, a crisp wind blowing the first few leaves of fall past the window of your bedroom, and it was for once, blissfully, incredibly…a quiet afternoon at the House of Lamentation.

Part of that, you suspect, had to do with Asmo and Mammon sleeping off the remnants of their prior night out. Leviathan is comfortably holed up in his room, Belphie was passed out in the living room the last you checked, and Beel had poked his head in to bid you farewell on his way to the gym. Likewise, Lucifer had already sent you a text telling you he’d be home late from Diavolo’s.

It was the perfect day to catch up on some reading, or maybe watch a movie, or you could –

A sudden pounding on your door made you leap from your daydreams, and wistfully kiss your plans for peace and quiet goodbye.

“Satan?” You’re surprised to find him at the door. From the pounding you would have guessed it was one of his more excitable older brothers. Then again…a second glance shows the blond to be uncharacteristically frazzled, his cheeks flushed and his hair tussled. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, jacket abandoned, and all together this was the most undone you’d ever seen him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, alarmed.

“I need your help.” Was all the explanation you got before he was dragging you back to his room. Inside, he pulls you to his desk, gesturing helplessly at what can only be described as the monstrosity on top of it.

“Oh god. What did you do to it?”

“Shut-! I didn’t intend for this, of course! The instructions are incredibly unclear!” Satan snapped, cheeks reddening at your tease.

“You’ve been torturing it,” you observe solemnly, lifting the tangle of yearn and indicating the two knitting needles that are sticking out at jutted angles.

“I-If you’re not going to help, then leave!” the demon pouted, his flush creeping down the back of his neck now. You laugh affectionately, shaking your head and setting down his failed knitting project, turning to move a stack of books from his spare chair.

“No, no, let me see…” You smile at him and reach out a hand to coax him to sit down next to you. He lifts a book, A Demon’s Intro to Human Handicrafts, and sets it before you. You scan the instructions on the open crumpled page, carefully detangling Satan’s attempt as you do.

“Okay, so to start, you have to think of the pattern as a code,” you begin, and Satan leans over your shoulder to study the page with renewed curiosity.

“A code?”

“Yep! Like, right there, ‘dec’ means decrease…’p’ means purl…But first we need to cast on the number of stitches you want,” you explain patiently, watching Satan’s brow furrow cutely.

“Cast on?” he repeats, and you can almost see the spell working before he opens his mouth.

“Not that kind of casting…here, I’ll get you started,” you laugh, showing him your fingers as you work the yarn over the knitting needle.

“Ahh…Can I try?” he murmurs, and you pass the needles into his hand.

“So…like this?”

“Perfect!”

Three months later, and Satan is perhaps the proudest you’ve ever seen him when you unwrap his winter gift to you to find the most perfectly lopsided scarf you’d ever seen.

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Send me an Obey Me Character and an Emoji (or two) and I'll write a ficlet or HC post for them.

[whiskersz]

Welcome to my writing blog!

Main Blog : @mourreon

Hey! You can call me Morgan, I'm 20 and I write for fun! My main focus right now is Hazbin Hotel, so I'll write fanfics based on the Hazbin requests you guys will send.

MINORS DNF THIS BLOG. Interactions with fluff are okay but eventually there will be suggestive stuff, so I ask you to respect this.

Rules below!

I write for: Angel Dust Husk Adam Vox Sir Pentious

I can also write fics about Huskerdust, so feel free to request those as well!

Rules

✦ Please check if my requests/matchups are open before sending one! My askbox is always open mainly because I appreciate when people send random things, not because requests are open all the time!

✦ Specify If you want a ficlet or headcanons. In case you don't, I will either go for headcanons or mix them up a bit if I'm feeling up to it. This is just less time consuming for me.

Matchup Rules

Make sure you include all of these infos in your matchup request; if you don't, I'll still write one for you, it'll just be naturally shorter.

✦ Basic Info (Name, Pronouns, Sexuality/Your preferences)

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✦ Your hobbies

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✦ If you have a type

+ anything else you think is necessary for me to know!

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Boundaries

I will write:

Any genre, ranging from fluff to smut

Specific plotlines

Any gender ! Reader / Trans Reader as I am trans myself

Teen! Reader (Platonic only)

Multiple characters asks

I won't write (buckle up, I know this is long) :

Very explicit NSFW stuff

Yandere fics

Very difficult themes (ex. S/A) as I don't feel qualified to deal with such topics, unless only mentioned

Incest

R*pe

Child x Adult (Romantic)

Child Reader in general

Asks that are like "Character x Reader who has the personality from *insert character from a different media*"

If I'm uncomfortable writing your request, I'll kindly let you know.

With all of that said, have fun on my blog!