#unrequested prompts

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, for day 16, I used the word ‘habits’ from prompt 16 for Lucy from Fairy Tail! This is a new fandom on here and I hope you all will enjoy, my lovelies!

Habits?

Lucy is a true book lover. She reads a lot of different things but can never have more than seven books on the go at one time – one for every night of the week. Any more than that is impossible for her to keep up on.

She also cannot bring herself to not finish a book once she starts it. It just feels wrong, irresponsible, and rude to the author.

She will annotate her own books if she owns them, leaving little notes and highlighting things  but she will by no stretch of the imagination ever dog-ear her pages and does everything she can not to crack the spine.

She always tends to start walking with her right foot first but tends to gesture with her left hand more than her right.

Because she is a little vain about her looks, she definitely has a very complex skincare and hair-care routine. Her least favourite thing about her apartment was that she discovered the water was hard water, which slightly roughened her hair. She had to switch hair care brands for her hair masks to something with extra moisture and it was a pain to find just the right one.

She always checks her door at least twice before heading to bed, at different times during the evening. As common as it is to just find extra people in her house, she gets a little nervous one of them will just be hiding or suddenly pop up if she heads to bed.

She’s definitely someone who likes to sing and dance around while getting ready in the morning, though she doesn’t have the most amazing voice.

She practices her penmanship and really strives to learn and excel at calligraphy so that she’ll have an autograph as popular as she is.

She definitely has a preferred fork and spoon that just feel better in her hand and in her mouth.

[soulrph]

send in " hey, look at me, okay? stay with me, it's gonna be okay, just stay with me... " ( OR if your muse wouldn't say this: 💧 + [WHATEVER YOUR MUSE WOULD SAY] ) for the sender to find the receiver badly wounded or dying from unexpected yet serious injuries.

alternatively, send in " you weren't supposed to see me like this... " ( OR if your muse wouldn't say this: 💀 + [WHATEVER YOUR MUSE WOULD SAY] ) for the receiver to find the sender badly wounded or dying from unexpected serious injuries.

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡「 Affection Prompt 3 」⋆˚

◉ Sinopsis; Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them

◉ Feat; poly Stolitz, M&M, Fizzarolli

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

Busy days for you were always the worst. Work, chores, errands- it all just meant you had to decline the invitation to the mall your partner(s) extended to you. Fortunately, while they're out, they find something that will hopefully cheer you up- and be a nice reward for your hard work.

Of course, it was Stolas' idea to take you and Blitzø to go out shopping. To their dismay, you had housework and errands to catch up on. Stolas insisted you join them and worry about the work later, but you assured him that you had no problem with the two going to the mall without you.

For a couple hours, the two navigated the labyrinth of stores and although Stolas and Blitzø were having fun together, your presence was missed very much. Throughout the day, they would catch sight of little things that reminded them of you. A plush here, some wall art there... and as much as Stolas wants to, he knows buying everything that reminded him of you maybe wasn’t the most viable option. Blitzø, on the other hand, is way more eager to spend. Instead of extravagant gifts, Blitzø settles on little knick-knacks that make him think of you. Maybe a few buttons or keychains, a cheap figurine- something along those lines. Stolas eventually settles on a jumbo-sized version of a plush you’d pointed out to him a while back.

Back at your apartment, you hear the screeching of tires coming into the lot. Ah. Must be Blitzø. Not long after, a loud, rapid succession of knocks paired with an annoyed “let us in” (and a quieter “Patience, darling”) at the other side of your door.

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

As disappointed Moxxie and Millie were that you couldn’t join them in going to the mall, they knew it was important to give you space to finish work and have some quality time for yourself. Of course, if you hadn’t insisted you needed the alone time to focus on your assignments, they wouldve just stayed with you.

While Moxxie and Millie were at the mall, they agreed to find a gift or two- seeing as you were working so hard, it only made sense you deserved a little something. Most of their time was spent at the food court, where they shared milkshakes. As is customary, Moxxie serenades Millie with a love song. Afterwards, as they’re wandering, Millie spots something- a blanket, hanging in one of the store windows. But it wasn’t just any blanket, no. It had a beautiful design with your favorite colors, and, Millie noted, it was quite large… perfect for all three of you to snuggle under.

When they arrived back at your shared space, Millie ran in, jumping onto you, while Moxxie hung back to close the door before joining in on a group hug. Safe to say, y’all made good use of that new blanket.

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

Fizzarolli had meant to surprise you with a fun date… unfortunately, his timing wasn’t the best- he’d unknowingly picked a day where you had to prepare a presentation for work. Because of Fizz’s… talent (of being a major distraction), you’d said you’d prefer if he gave you a few hours to yourself.

While somewhat dejected, Fizz understood- he was just so amazing, how could you not look at him? No big deal, he reasoned. He would take this time to treat you (and himself). While he’s at the mall, Fizz takes advantage of the massage chairs and pop-up boutiques. With freshly manicured nails and rejuvenated muscles, Fizz went off to your pay a visit to your favorite stores. It doesn't take him long to find something- well, multiple things. He decided on a new bag for you, and of course you have to put something in the bag. So he got self care supplies; face masks, nail polish, and a new spa headband.

Knowing you've had a busy day, Fizzarolli was hoping you'd be receptive to a self-care night. The relieved sigh and eager hug from you served as a pretty clear "yes."

After a long day, a surprise gift from your partner(s) was just what you needed.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[messers-moony]

That Feeling | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five has never felt safe with anyone in his life, until her.

Prompt: Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Five Hargreeves was an ass. There is no way to sugarcoat and no need to. Five Hargreeves was the embodiment of a bitter old man. Supposedly that’s exactly what he was despite his appearance. So when Y/n showed up - a close friend of Klaus - he was not particularly happy with the new arrangements. 

The girl - mentally and physically sixteen - easily won over Allison, Vanya, and obviously Klaus, surprisingly even Diego. Luther still seemed hesitant, but Five was distant. He was staying as far away from the girl as he could. Five was cold and bitter - kept to himself. 

During the day, Y/n worked as a barista at a coffee shop, and during the evenings, she’d come to the Umbrella Academy estate with baked goods from her shop. Five wouldn’t admit it, but his heart always got warmed at the sight of a coffee and donut just for him. Both items sat on the kitchen table with a note - always different. 

“Five’s stuff.”

It made him smile that despite never talking to her that she always made an effort to make him happy. That’s just how Y/n was, though—constantly making sacrifices and decisions to make other people happy despite her own feelings. 

Y/n would sit through movies she’d seen just to see Vanya light up. She’d come to events with Allison - despite her intense dislike for populated places - just to see her complete her goals. She’d make an effort to attend Diego’s boxing matches to cheer him on, even if she didn’t want to spend her Saturday in a sweaty gym. Y/n would let Klaus rant for days about his past lover even if it made her uncomfortable because the one she loved didn’t love her back. Hell, she sat with Luther in the living room, letting him lecture her about the moon. 

Five realized then how much she was willing to put before herself—the complete opposite of him. For the most part, Five always put himself first but seeing her put everyone before her. Maybe it made him reconsider his decisions. Little steps, he’d find her backpack and leave index cards with messages in his signature handwriting.

“You made my day today.”

“Thank you for the donut.”

“I hope you had a good day.”

He’d leave different messages on the five by 3-inch index card. Y/n wouldn’t admit it, but it made her cheeks blossom with magenta and her stomach fill with butterflies. It would warm her even on the coldest snowy days and race her heart to the max. Five’s notes meant the world to her even if he didn’t know it - and he didn’t. Five Hargreeves had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea he was playing with her feelings. 

On occasion, he’d visit her at her work. Five would sit at a booth with his notebook and pen - a pen she got for him during a Christmas - just sitting there working on equations. Most people would believe that Five hated snowy days, but that couldn’t be any more false, and it was because of her. He adored the way snowflakes littered her hair. The way she took off her hat and tried to flatten her hair. The flush of her cheeks. The way she applied chapstick to her lips every hour. He’d do anything to know what it tasted like on her lips. 

Would it be Cherry? Maybe strawberry. No, she despised strawberry. It had to be mint. Y/n loved peppermint. He noticed the way her drinks changed. During the fall, a pumpkin spice. During the winter, peppermint mocha. During the spring, iced latte. During the summer, iced cold brew. Five noticed, he noticed everything about her. 

On the fifth week, Y/n decided to sit with him during her break, “Afternoon, Hargreeves.”

Y/n slid him a coffee and donut, “Afternoon, L/n.”

“So, come to stalk me at work? Couldn’t take being away from me?” Y/n teased, and Five’s cheeks lit aflame, “I like the shop. I didn’t know you worked here at first.” He lied. 

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “You never read the coffee shop name on your cup when I brought you home coffee?”

“No.”

“Interesting.”

Silence. Beautiful, peaceful silence aside from the chatter in the store. But silence between the two. Five found great pleasure in silence, particularly her silence. Y/n’s presence alone could make him feel jittery yet focused at the same time. She made his heart race and cheeks turn pink. How could she do that? No one had managed that before. It made him wonder how he kept his distance for so long. She’d been coming around the mansion since she was fourteen, and now they were both sixteen. 

“Whatcha working on?”

Five snapped out of his reverie, “Equations.”

“For?” Y/n gestured.

“Time travel.”

Y/n tilted her head, intrigued, “Time travel, huh? You planning on leaving us?” 

“No, never. I’ve already done it once. I’ll never do it again.” Five confessed, letting his walls slip momentarily, hoping she didn’t notice, but she did. 

“What happened the first time around?”

Five gave her a look, eyes glossed, hands unable to keep still, “Apocalypse.” The word was barely whispered, but she knew. 

“No need to continue; it hurts you. I can tell. But when you’re ready, we can talk, okay?” Y/n replied, placing her hands over his fidgeting ones. 

She began to rise from the table, but Five needed this - he needed her, “Wait, please. I want to talk about it.”

Y/n slipped back into the booth without a sound, “It was awful. There was nothing around, and everything was on fire.” It was impossible to keep his hands still now, “I saw my siblings dead. I had gone seventeen years in the future into the world completely obliterated.”

“I- I stayed there. For forty-some years until a woman showed up telling me, she had a job for me. I didn’t- I didn’t know the job was going to make me a killing machine. So for barely five years, I killed people. When I got my equations right.” He motioned to the notebook in front of him, “Or I thought I had them right I time travel back home to save the world. I saved the world twice before coming home to peace.”

Through explaining, not a tear had dropped, maybe talking did make things better, “A year later, Klaus invited you over. Then you came around a lot more. I didn’t know how to feel. But even after me being a dick to you, you still left me coffee and donuts.” 

“You were so kind, and I didn’t know how to embrace it. I didn’t want to ruin you.” 

Y/n chuckled, “You’d never ruin me. Now-“ Y/n stood from the table, “My break is over, but we can talk at the Academy, okay?” 

Five nodded and hummed. Y/n leaned over and kissed his forehead, “Good.”

He felt giddy, and he didn’t know why. But the moment her lips were placed on his forehead, he was overwhelmed with a certain happiness. It flooded his body like a dam breaking - crashed in without warning. Five’s cheeks turned just the slightest bit red, and his hands moved constantly. His leg going up and down at a rapid pace. For the first time, Five felt shy. 

Regardless, moments later, Five packed up all his stuff and left for the Academy. His room felt dull compared to every other place in the house. Of course, it bared toys from when he was a boy that he never parted with and equations on the walls, but it felt so depressing - so bleak. 

It was hours later when Y/n announced her entrance. But it made Five almost jump with joy as usual Y/n placed down her belongings on the kitchen table along with pastries and coffees. Klaus and Allison shortly made their way into the room. Allison reached for the beverage with her name on it while Klaus kissed Y/n’s cheek. 

“You are a doll.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hush and eat your doughnuts.”

“Mm!” Allison exclaimed happily, “How do you always know what I’m craving?”

“I have many talents.”

“Like curing Number Five assholery?” Klaus teased. 

Five halted his movements and stayed hidden beside the kitchen, “Five’s sweet.” Y/n retorted, making Allison scoff. 

“Five is not sweet.” 

“I beg to differ.”

“Beg to differ all you want.” Klaus replied, “But he’s just as bitter as his coffee.”

The chatter seized after that. Assuming Klaus dug into the doughnuts and Allison sipping her drink. Y/n slipped away unnoticed by the duo but not by Five. He noticed everything. Eventually, she came up to his room, where he quickly spatial jumped inside. 

“Hey, Five.” Y/n greeted, “Hey.” 

“I know you may not want to, but would you like to continue our conversation from earlier?” 

“I’d love that.” Five smiled. 

Y/n took her seat on his desk chair while Five sat at the foot of his bed. He explained everything. From letter A all the way to letter Z. No cracks were left, and every hole was filled. Five didn’t get sidetracked while telling a story; he stayed focused and determined. Y/n was a fantastic listener. Five learned. She didn’t interrupt or make any judgments. She just listened. 

It felt like bricks had been lifted from his shoulders when he released an air of breath after reciting the story. Y/n’s coffee had gone frigid, and her back began to hurt from the position in the chair, but it was worth it because she was getting to know him. 

They ended up on his bed. His head was on her chest as she ran her fingers through his brunet hair. It felt like the purest silk and the softest fleece. It was cool to the touch, and her movements made Five extremely sleepy. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he thought. Perhaps Five felt like a dog warming up to someone entering his territory. But right now, she felt like home. 

“I’ve never felt this safe before.” Five confessed quietly, so quiet Y/n almost didn’t hear him, “I feel- I feel at home.”

“Get some rest, pretty boy. We can talk about this later.” 

Five’s cheeks flushed and turned a brilliant red. The tips of his ears were the slightest pink and his neck clouded with cotton Candy pink. Suddenly his face was hot to the touch, and he couldn’t stop smiling. There was that feeling again - the feeling he couldn’t name but could only describe. He felt like a boy again, that naive little boy with nothing but ambition. Y/n would bring out the best of him, and perhaps for once, Five could feel solace. 

[bit-dodgy-innit]

Get a Little Action In

Set in The Shape of Youniverse 

Summary: A standard date night with your boyfriend ends by revealing a side of him you’ve never seen before.

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader (Reader eventually marries the system)

Word Count: 2.7k 

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

CW/TW: Minor violence involving a gun, references to Marc’s trauma and emotional distance, relationship angst and insecurities, shower sex, fingering, p in v sex, and a nearly unbearable amount of ~softness~

A/N: Despite the title of this fic being a line from a rather jaunty Elton John song, this came out with mucho feels and romance! It’ll be reflected on the masterlist, but for all you friends following along at home, this takes place in the first year of reader and the boys’ relationship where she only knows about Marc. 

Also special shoutout to darling @romanarose​, this is kind of a leftover, unrequested 500 follower celebration prompt that she inspired me to go ahead and write it!!

It began as a normal date night. You met up with Marc after work, your overnight bag in tow, since the plan was for you two to convene at the restaurant you’d all but harassed him to take you to, and then spend the weekend at his place. 

You didn’t think anything of the neighborhood Casa Fofó was in. Hackney, and the whole of the East End of London in general, had long been gentrified. Which is why, as you two ambled back to the Tube, the man accosting you came as such a surprise. 

“Gimme your wallet. And her purse.” 

Your heart dropped. Yet where you froze, Marc fought. He pivoted right away, moving so swiftly and smoothly his body nearly blurred, instantly disarming the mugger and wrenching the gun –oh my god he had a gun?!-- from his hands. 

Your boyfriend didn’t stop there. Although the mugger clearly admitted he’d been had, backing away with his hands in the hair, Marc advanced on him. 

“Hey…hey! Alright bruv…m’sor–” he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence however. Marc pistol-whipped him, forcing the attacker onto his knees with the weapon. 

Until then, you’d felt as if you were in the midst of an out-of-body experience, simply too stunned to act, reduced to merely watching everything unfold. Something about the image of Marc towering over the mugger got your mental faculties whirring back to life again, and you hollered, “It’s enough! Please…just stop!!” 

Marc turned to look at you, horrified, as if he’d forgotten you were there. You thought he would heed your request, but instead he delivered one final blow to the mugger with the barrel of the gun, so hard that it knocked him out cold. You watched in cold-blooded shock as the assailant’s body collapsed. Meanwhile, Marc calmly ejected the magazine from the weapon, wiped his prints from the gun, and tossed both at the unconscious man’s feet. 

“Holy shit,” you exhaled. Even though you’d spent the entire confrontation just standing there, you were out of breath. 

Marc approached you cautiously. “Honey…”

“Fuck, you really weren’t joking about the combat training, were you?” 

“Yeah. Listen, I’m–”

“I’m gonna to call an Uber,” you announced.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Well, yeah. We’re going back to your place, right?” 

“If you still want to.” 

“I do…don’t really want to be alone right now,” you confessed. Before Marc could respond, your phone trilled. “The driver’s 2 minutes away from the high street, I picked there because—“

Marc didn’t need you to explain. “Got it.”

He followed you to where you’d set for the car to collect you. All the while, he kept a safe distance, regarding you like a startled animal. 

It fit, didn't it? Marc had been quite the predator just now, and it was both jarring and concerning to see such a casual display of the lethal power your boyfriend could channel. You knew he’d served in the American military, and had even done some work as a mercenary that he wasn’t proud of, but it was one thing being told this information, and quite another to witness it for yourself. 

Even more distressing however, was how attractive you found it. It was one of those frustratingly primal things that your psyche couldn’t override your biological programming on. Your big strong boyfriend had protected you from a threat and as stupefying as the violence was, you hated the part of you that relished he was capable of it, and that he’d chosen you. 

Despite the ride back to Marc’s flat being all but silent, an internal war of reason versus instinct waged in your head. You were grateful that Marc had protected you, angry that he used such excessive force, turned on by the display, then angry at yourself for being turned on….your mind ran in circles. Only when the driver pulled up outside of Marc’s building did you shake yourself out of your thoughts. 

The quiet persisted until you two were within the privacy of your boyfriend’s place. Marc shattered it with, “So what, are you mad at me?” 

“I…I don’t know, actually.”

“You don't know? Because you didn’t say a single word in the car. Usually the silent treatment means you’re angry.” 

“Marc, I didn’t say anything in the car because I didn’t want the driver overhearing us,” you countered, “besides I was trying to figure out how I felt.” 

“Really? Because it’s written all over your face.” 

“Okay, you tell me then,” you challenged him, taking the bait. 

“You’re shocked and disgusted–”

“I’m not disgusted–”

“My mistake. You’re just terrified then, you’re looking at me like you don’t know me.” 

“I’ve never seen that side of you before, okay?” you replied, “It was intense, because usually you’re so contained. You’re the one who said we needed to wait until your contract was up before we started dating, and I know you’ve mentioned the military and the merc stuff before but God, Marc, you turned on a dime! I’m allowed to be a little freaked out.”

“So you are scared of me.”

“I didn’t say that!!” Marc was really riling you up now. “I was also…I don’t know, weirdly comforted that you protected us? Or my inner cavewoman was very pleased by it. I’m not judging you, alright? So why are you now all cross with me?” 

Marc muttered something you couldn't hear. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.” 

“As usual,” you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Marc had a pesky habit of speaking under his breath to himself, and it never failed to piss you off, since you suspected he was saying something about you. 

“You don’t have to be here, you know,” Marc said, his voice so low and menacing it came out as a growl. “The door is right there!” 

“But I want to be here! I want to talk about this with you! I hate when you do this, you push me away and I haven't even done anything! And okay yes, I am scared. Not of you…I’ve never been attacked like that and it was fucking terrifying and I don’t want to go back to my place alone!” You tamped down on your quivering lip. Marc was not going to see you cry over this. You could handle yourself like an adult. “And you did take it too far actually! You didn’t need to knock the guy unconscious!” 

“I was trying to protect you! The safety was off on the gun!” Marc hollered. 

You didn’t know that. How could you? You’d never so much as touched a gun. 

When you didn’t reply, Marc continued, “You know I’d never lay a hand on you, right? Is that what you’re so worried about? Because I’d never, I’d rip out my own fingernails before I did tha–”

“No, no Marc,” you crossed to him, but he didn’t let you into his space just yet.

“The ride back here…it looked like you were doing the math if you thought I was capable of snapping on you.” 

“I wasn’t,” That was a lie. “It crossed my mind, I’ll be honest, but the thought left as soon as it came. My brain’s been a mile-a-minute, and I think I’m in shock, and I’m angry at myself because I completely froze. Baby, it’s clear you just saved my life just now, but I don’t want you hurting anyone for my sake either.”  

“I’d do anything for you,” Marc admitted quietly. 

You stepped toward him again, and this time, he allowed you to wrap your arms around his torso and lay your cheek against his chest. “I appreciate that, but I don’t want you to have to.”

“You think I push you away?” he asked in a murmur. 

You didn't think it so much as you knew it. But the fact Marc was even somewhat copping to it was major. You could work with that.

 “A bit, yeah. It’s something I’ve noticed,” you tipped your head up to look him in the eyes. “You’ve built some high walls around your heart it seems.” 

Marc bristled under the openness and trust in your gaze. This was hard for him. It occurred to you then that perhaps he was the frightened animal in this scenario. He needed to be approached with caution and compassion, otherwise he’d lash out like he did with the mugger. 

“Yeah. And then you showed up with a sledgehammer,” he added with a small grin. “It scares the shit out of me. I’d rather fight a hundred muggers.” 

You chuckled at his candor. “This doesn’t have to be a fight. At least, I don’t want it to be. Can we promise to give each other the benefit of the doubt going forward?” 

His back muscles under your hands at the suggestion. “I mean, I’ll try but sometimes I–” 

“All I ask is that you try,” you assured him. 

“Okay,” he agreed. 

Both of you stood there quietly, simply reveling in the other’s closeness. The steady rise and fall of Marc’s chest lulled your still-racing mind, and you began to ponder what made Marc construct the walls he had. He’d never mentioned his family to you, though he did share that he’d been married before…whoever had hurt him had left quite the scar. As you continued to ruminate, it dawned on you that his defensiveness about your reaction likely came from his own shame and judgment over how he handled the mugger. Marc expected you to blow up at him for it, he’d nearly craved it. 

Problem was, despite not speaking it aloud yet, you were madly in love with him and weren’t going to give up on this relationship that easily. You could maintain your boundaries and meet Marc with compassion, something he seemed to lack in his life up until now. 

You gently extracted yourself from his grasp. “I’m going to take a shower.” 

“‘Kay,” he whispered. 

Halfway to the bathroom, you turned and tossed a come-hither glance at Marc over your shoulder, “Well, aren’t you coming with?” 

The corners of his lips quirked upwards before he followed suit. Despite the invitation to get naked and wet with you, your boyfriend was nothing but tender. You individually stripped while the water warmed, refraining from touching each other until you were under the spray. Strangely, the fact you hadn’t pounced on one another right away made the act feel more intimate, more domestic, as you were comfortable enough with each other to just be.  

…it didn’t last very long however. Marc offered to wash you, and the sight of him with his wet hair slicked back, his criminally striking bone structure so close, took your breath away. His sure, strong hands, capable of so much violence, delicately soaped the most vulnerable parts of your body, while he dropped gentle kisses on the length of your shoulder. His worship of your skin made you tilt your head back in search of his lips. 

Marc couldn’t deny you much, therefore he met your silent plea, slotting his mouth against yours, his palms tracing up the curves of your hips, then your waist, to their destination of your now-heaving bosom. He cupped your breasts as you traded passionate, desperate kisses. 

His erection bumped against the small of your back and the swell of your ass, and while your boyfriend didn’t seek any friction beyond the involuntary twitch and shudder he’d wring from your slick body against his, you were ready for more. You slithered out of his gasp only to shut off the water and step out of the shower. It was time to take this to the bed. 

After a cursory toweling off, you reconvened atop Marc’s turned down sheets. He coaxed you open with his fingers, his mouth all but devouring the sensitive skin of your neck as he did so. 

You communicated your readiness to take him inside of you with a particularly pitiful keen, and Marc straightened up, guiding you to the edge of the bed to straddle his broad thighs. You captured his lips once more, probing the cavern of his mouth with your tongue, then reached between your still-damp bodies for Marc’s straining cock. 

In an effort to draw out your lovemaking, you merely circled his tip around your entrance, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip at the feel of it. Marc groaned, his grip tightening around your waist, and unable to deny either of you any longer, you sank down on him. 

You let out your own strangled mewl of ecstasy at the feel of becoming one, and draped your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders for the leverage needed to begin moving on top of him. Barely a word had been exchanged between the two of you since you stepped into the bathroom, tonight you and Marc were communicating with your bodies. Words were not enough, not to mention unnecessary, for what you two were sharing right now. 

While sex with your boyfriend was always stellar, tonight felt different. Instead of using sex to express your attraction, your appreciation for each other, it felt as if the meeting of your bodies were helping you to truly connect and express the depth of your emotion. If you could stay caged inside his bulging biceps forever, your bare skin pressed against his, you would. 

Marc glanced down to where you both were joined, where you writhed on his thick girth, and looked back up at you, his gaze heavy-lidded, blissed out, and oh-so-seductive. His hips began to meet yours. Usually, Marc liked to make a show of his strength in the bedroom, something you unabashedly enjoyed, but his movements were softer than usual. He moved languidly, using his grip on your waist to guide you further, both of you finding the perfect pace and force in which to bring your bodies together. 

“Wanna make you come,” he husked in a rumble that drifted into your ear. 

“Touch me,” you gasped. 

Marc didn’t hesitate, his hand dropped from your left hip to the apex of your legs. He took a quick detour to feel where you were stretched around his manhood, ripping a whimper from your throat, before his finger skirted back up to your clit. He brought you to release with confident, practiced strokes on your bud. 

You buried your face into the juncture of his shoulder and neck while your climax flooded you. All you could say was his name, coming in a fit of ecstasy and litany of “Maaaaarc”. Once the blinding pleasure had somewhat abated, you found the strength to lift your head from his muscled chest and collide your lips together once more. Marc welcomed the liplock, dominating your kisses until he had to break away, his respective peak surging through him. 

You watched him, bewitched, as your lover’s pleasure played across his face, a mix of grunts and groans leaving his lips as you felt his cock pulse inside of you. At last, his eyes focused and met yours, though neither of you knew what to say. You couldn’t think of a single word in the English language that could begin to capture how you felt. 

Marc lifted you carefully, still inside of you, to deposit you amongst the sheets. He gingerly pulled out of your channel, whispering “I’ll get you a towel” before disappearing and emerging from the loo.

His attentions made you feel like glass, not in the way earlier in which you believed he saw you as a fragile object, but rather a treasure to be adored. Your heart swelled at the thought. But after he’d toweled off, tossed it away to be dealt with in the morning, and collected you into his arms, your words, the ones you were so sure of, died on your tongue. 

It was too soon. Well not too soon for most relationships, but too soon for Marc. He needed time and more healing. An errant, reckless part of you wanted to say it anyway, but you couldn’t risk the inevitable devastation if your boyfriend couldn’t return the sentiment, or worse, left you altogether.

Marc surprised you however, when he asked you, “Why didn’t you get angry with me?”

“Because I could tell you wanted me to.”

He let out an amused short at your immediate reply. You burrowed impossibly closer into his side, demanding another kiss from his lips before you both surrendered to sleep. 

A/N: Sometimes Marc and reader just need to have tender, romantic, sexy sex, alright?!?! IS THAT A CRIME?! Working through the asks/fic requests in my inbox as inspiration strikes and time allows, but I’m also *dangerously* close to 1k followers and have a special fic planned for that milestone too! 

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[rapunzelbro]

~Info & Navigation ~

Howdy y’all My names Rose, and welcome to my blog!

I am 20, and majorly write for Angel Dust if you couldn’t tell, with the occasional other characters here and there by request.

I am majorly asexual and struggle with prompts that involve anything sexual related in the slightest. I am not one to ask for smut. Seriously. Please don’t ask. I will be so bad at writing it.

That being said I will not write,

NSFW

Furry reader related stuff. I refuse I am sorry but it just weirds me out

Adam (for now)

Soulmate au

Charlie x reader, Or Vaggie x reader romantically. They’re an established couple. I don’t wanna write anything romantic wise with someone else. Fucking love them.

This being said it might change. Except for a few but in order here is who I write for comfortably and will, within reason, write for. The lower the number the lower chance I will do it

Angel Dust

Lucifer

Velvette

Husk

Vox

Charlie (platonic)

Vaggie

Alastor

Valentino

Literally anyone else at this point

Want to request but not sure what to request? I’ll write to these prompts with a given character. You can combine them too!

“Of all the stars in the sky, there are none as beautiful as you.”

(Insert) buying something unrequested because it made (insert) think of them.

(Insert) planning to propose for a while, they've bought the ring and everything. One day, they somehow lose the ring only for you to unexpectedly find it.

(Insert) teaching reader to cook

“I don’t want be alone right now”

(Insert) is feeling out of it and need constant attention from Reader

Reader prevents (Insert) from getting out of bed by cuddling them.

Reader lightly kissing (Insert) on top of a freshly formed bruise

“Run away with me.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.’

“I think our friends are catching on that we’re dating. Let’s mess with them.”

“I lied - this is apple juice, not whisky. I’m trying to impress you, basically.”

“How many times do I have to prove that I’m not here to hurt you?”

"If I put my head in your lap, can you play with my hair and distract me from my anxiety?"

“I thought royalty was supposed to be charming. You’re kind of awkward.”

“None of that was my fault. This broken window, on the other hand, totally was.”

“You say sarcasm won’t get me far, but I’m here, aren’t I? Quite far, indeed.”

“You know what’s beautiful? When I look into your eyes… I can see myself. Stunning.”

“I’d say I’m impressed, but we both hate liars.”

“I’m becoming a monster and I think I don’t even regret it.”

You want me to stay quiet about this? Then bribe me.”

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear about this. You stay here and rest, I go find your attackers and teach them not to mess with the people I love. Got it?”

"I dont sign autographs, not ever since I accidentally signed that contract."

“I thought you’d be harder to kill “

“I let my guard down, and I got hurt”

“For the last time you’re not dying!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Navigation

Angel Dust

Lucifer

Charlie (N/A)

Vaggie (N/A)

Husk

Alastor (N/A)

Valentino (N/A)

Velvette

Vox (N/A)

[frieschan]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. // op. men prompt

➳ unrequested | prompt // lewd

➳ TW: lewd implications, school au, suggestive, not proof read

➳ AN: whatsup, im back lol i got motivation after getting into one piece. i hope to do the requests soon maybe but hey im back. hope you guys enjoy this and pls welcome me to the op fandom

You walked through the halls in your preppy little uniform, a short blue skirt, a white blouse underneath a cream-colored sweater vest, with your high white socks. Everyone couldn't help but stare at your form, either from front or the back, you were an absolute beauty.

One man couldn't stand it though, quickly jogging up to your side and wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. He glared at any lingering gaze on your form, quickly intimidating any interested students.

"can't keep you for myself at all huh?" he growled against your ear, a hushed tone to avoid any unwanted attention. "I might just have to mark you mine."

-ˋˏ ღ ace, sanji, shanks, zoro, luffy, mihawk, ➳ law, doflamingo, katakuri x fem! reader

copyright © 2022 | frieschan

reblog or like if you enjoyed!

hello, I'm back.

[dmbjexchange]

Rarepair Exchange Signups Open

It’s time for the Daomu Biji Rarepair Exchange, a fic, art and vid exchange for DMBJ ships where more than 3% of English-language authors have posted fics on AO3.

In this exchange, participants will be anonymously matched to create gifts for one another during a six week creating period.

This exchange is open to all the DMBJ canons - if it’s DMBJ, then it’s eligible! It will take place on AO3, so you need an AO3 account to participate – if you don’t have one, you can request an invitation code here. If there isn’t enough time, no worries - contact the mods at here on tumblr or on Discord and we can send you an invitation!

Please read this post carefully before signing up.

Schedule

September 4: Signups open September 11: Signups close September 18: Assignments out November 30: Assignments due December 10: Fic reveals December 17: Creator reveals & treats deadline

Allowed Ships

Any DMBJ ship which has had less than 3% of English-language authors post fics for it on AO3.

For this year's exchange, this means the following ships are NOT allowed:

Er Yue Hong/Zhang Qishan

Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen

Hei Xiazi/Huo Xiuxiu/Xie Yuchen

Kan Jian/Liu Sang

Liang Wan/Zhang Rishan

Liu Sang/Wang Pangzi

Liu Sang/Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Liu Sang/Wu Xie

Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Liu Sang/Zhang Qiling

Liu Sang/Zhang Rishan

Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Qishan

Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan

Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie

Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Wang Pangzi/Zhang Qiling

Wu Xie/Xie Yuchen

Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Guidelines

1. Your creation must focus on your recipient’s requested ship (or one of their requested ships, if they have nominated multiple ones). While unrequested background ships are fine (unless listed as a Do Not Want), the focused ship must only be one of the requested ones. 2. You will be expected to create a gift matching your recipient’s request. Filling any specifying prompts is not obligatory, but try to create something you honestly think your recipient will enjoy! 3. You must not include anything that your recipient has listed as a DNW (Do Not Want). This goes for treats as well. 4. The minimum requirements for the gifts are 300 words for fic, one sketch on unlined paper for art (traditional or digital; no manips), or 30 seconds for a vid. 5. After the matching is done, all the requests will be made visible to everyone to allow for treating! There are no minimum requirements for treats (but remember to mind your recipient’s do not wants!). You can also create manips for treats. 6. This is an anonymous exchange: refrain from discussing your assignment in public. After the works are revealed, there’ll be one week anon period when the creators remain anonymous before the creator reveals. 7. If at any point you need to drop out, just click on the “default” button on your AO3 assignment page; we’ll find a pinch hitter to create a gift for your recipient instead. If you need an extension to finish your gift, contact the mods before the deadline. 8. After the reveals, comment on your gift in a timely manner. 9. Most importantly: be excellent to each other!

Sign-Up Information

Sign-ups will take place here on AO3, ending on September 11th. There, you can fill out details about your request and offer. You can edit your sign-up at any time until the sign-ups close on September 11th.

When signing up, you will be able to choose fandom and genre tags, as well as specify any additional details.

You will have to select the DMBJ canon you’re interested in creating and receiving a gift in:

Novels: Daomu Biji / The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles (including spinoffs, side stories, and extras)

TV: The Lost Tomb 1

TV: The Lost Tomb 2 Explore with the Note

TV: The Lost Tomb 2.5 Heavenly Palace on the Clouds

TV: Ultimate Note

TV: Sha Hai (and spin off movies)

TV: The Lost Tomb Reboot/The Sound of Providence (and spin offs)

TV: The Mystic Nine (and spin off movies)

Movie: Time Raiders

Movie: Reboot movies

This does not mean that you’re limited to requesting or creating a work during the canon timelines for those series/books. It’s just to mark which canons you’re familiar with to allow for easier matching: some participants might have a preference for a particular canon era, some might not be familiar with all the versions. You still have to choose your preferred canon eras even if you want to create or receive an AU.

You will also have to specify genres you’re interested in

Action/Adventure

Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Angst

Canon Compliant

Crack

Dark

Domesticity

Fluff

Humor

Hurt/Comfort

Porn With Plot

PWP

Requests

Fandom - you have to choose at least one. If you’re willing to receive a gift in any canon era, you can just click “Any”!

Genre - you have to choose at least three tags.

Ratings - you have to choose at least one. This will help your gifter know what you like and are comfortable with when they're coming up with ideas to fill your prompts.

Warnings - you have to choose at least one. This does not mean that you WILL receive a gift with warnings, it just lets your gifter know if you are comfortable receiving a gift with warnings or not.

Optional Details - here’s where you can go into more detail about your perfect exchange gift!

If you run out of slots in the Relationships section (there is a limit of 20), you can list additional potential rarepairs here. Also, if you don’t have a specific ship in mind, but would like any ship involving a particular character, you can say that instead (e.g. ‘Liu Sang / any’, ‘Pangzi / any’, etc.)

You can also include:

General Likes: your creator may, but doesn’t have to, include them. This doesn't have to be detailed prompts, just general themes you enjoy, like getting together or established relationship.

Please note that works featuring QPRs, ace, and/or aro characters are absolutely valid things to request in a ship exchange. You may also request a fully platonic relationship if you wish.

DNW (Do Not Wants): things that your creator must not include - squicks, triggers, characters or things that you simply don’t like. Remember that you don’t owe anyone an explanation about why something is a DNW, and that DNW are not meant to be taken personally. Just list the things you don’t like, “DNW: X, Y.”

Please list if you have any audio or visual triggers (such as flashing lights). This could be in your DNW or could be separate. Please also list song/music DNWs (e.g.   "please no lyrics that use the n-word" or "please no lyrics in [specific language]"  or “please no [specific genre/s of music”).

Prompts/specific ideas: if you have any prompts, you can also put them here! You can be as general or as detailed as you’d like, but remember that while your creator will try to make the best gift for you, filling a specific prompt is not obligatory. You can include a crossover prompt (with other DMBJ verse or other canons), but make sure it’s not the only prompt you have.

For vid prompts, please list things like genres/styles of music you like (or like in vids), vibes/tone/theme you’d like to see (e.g. “angsty amnesiac Xioage”, “Heisang crack”, etc.), and things like that. Please try to avoid giving one or two specific songs for a specific character/ship.

If you run out of space for your prompts, you can write a prompt post on another platform like Dreamwidth, Tumblr, GoogleDocs, etc. and put the link in your sign up.

If you chose novels as one of your fandoms, you can use this field to list the ones you’re familiar with, such as ‘Books 1-4′ , ‘main series only′, ‘main series + specific extras’, etc.

The requests will be made publicly visible after matching is done, so that others will be able to create treats (additional gifts) based on them!

Offers

Fandom - you have to choose at least one. If you can create works for any canon era, you can choose “Any”!

Genre - you have to choose at least three.

Ratings - you have to choose at least one. This will help matching what people are comfortable creating with what people are comfortable receiving.Warnings - you have to choose at least one. This does not mean that you have to create a gift with warnings, it's just for helping to match what people are comfortable writing with what people are comfortable receiving.

Optional Details - in this field, you can tell us more about the kind of works you like to create, for example if you really prefer established relationship, feel best with certain kinds of AUs, or like writing darkfic. We’ll take it into account when matching! By the same token, if there’s something you really don’t want to write, let us know here as well.

If you chose novels as one of your fandoms, you can use this field to list the ones you’re familiar with, such as ‘Books 1-4′ , ‘main series only′, ‘main series + specific extras’, etc.

In the optional details of your offer, you can also name people you don’t want to be matched to, for example your regular beta, and we will do our best to avoid matching you!

The offers will only ever be visible to the mods; never to anyone else.

Your Assignment

You will be matched to create a gift for someone who requested at least one of the fandoms that you offer, with as many similar genres/likes as possible. This exchange will be hand-matched, after using AO3’s matching algorithm to first generate the potential matches.

If you have any issues when you receive your assignment (you have a question about it or think there’s an issue with it), contact the mods as soon as possible. Do not contact your recipient on your own.

You will have to create a gift for your recipient, fulfilling the minimum requirements of fandom, genre, and ship, and avoiding any stated “do not wants”. Filling exact prompts is optional, but try to create something matching your recipient’s likes that they will enjoy!

You will have to post your gift to the exchange AO3 collection before the due date (November 30th), using the “gift this work to” option to give it to your recipient. Your work will remain in the collection only visible to you and the mods until the reveals happen. Remember to tag your work appropriately or use the “chose not to warn” warning.

Treating

Treats are additional gifts for the participants! To allow for treating, the requests will be made visible when matching is done. You can create treats at any time until the creator reveals! There are no minimum requirements for treats, and manips are also allowed in addition to fic, art, and vids. As with assignments, you have to respect the recipient’s Do Not Wants, and while the optional details are optional, try to create something fitting the listed likes. One treat can only be gifted to one person.

Pinch Hits

In case someone needs to drop out, we will look for a pinch hitter to complete their assignment. Pinch hits will be posted to this tumblr and the DMBJ Yu Cun Discord.

Extensions

If you think you can finish your assignment, but you need a few days more, you can always ask for an extension!

Multi-Chapter Fics

If you are writing a multi-chapter fic for the exchange and don’t want to drop the entire fic at once, these are the posting guidelines for it:

Multi-chapter fics that are assignment fills must be fully written and at least the first chapter posted by the assignment deadline, ready for the fic reveals on December 10th.

From December 10th, at least one chapter is to be posted daily.

All chapters of the fic must be posted by the time of author reveals and end of treating on December 17th (If the fic is more than 7 chapters long, then this will mean that multiple chapters will need to be posted on some days).

Multi-chapter fics that are treats can begin to be posted at any time, but must also be fully posted by December 17th.

Other Important Information

Make sure to check the email you use on AO3 frequently during the exchange, as it will be the primary means of communication. We might contact you if there is an issue with your sign-up or if your gift creator has a question for you.

If you’d rather we contact you on your twitter or tumblr, please leave your handle in the offer section of your sign-up.

Follow us here to avoid missing an announcement or a deadline!

If you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to contact us here on tumblr or on Discord.

[scummy-writes]

I'm unsure of how to word this without it sounding very blunt, but sometimes that's a bit needed.

I think the thing that bothers me the most with unrequested criticism about characterization and similar on fanfics/fanart, is the assumption that it was made for You.

I don't mind compliments on what I write, or even genuine (kind) questions about why I may believe a character would act in xyz manner. I love talking about writing and the thoughts we have about these characters.

But people coming in with the assumption that I write solely for you grinds my gears. Am I happy when others enjoy what I write? Yes! Do I like showing what I've written to others? Yes!!

But coming into my space, with the assumption that what I create must be catered to your likes and dislikes, is annoying and rude. This blog doesn't exist for you, it exists for me. I am sharing my thoughts on these characters in the scenarios I write them in. Even when you're sending in a request, it is a request to see my take on the characters and scenarios given as a prompt. What I post are scenarios I wanted to share with others. Not for others.

Unless you are directly paying me to write specific content For You, then I don't want to hear that you've disliked something I've written because it doesn't line up with what you wanted.

[ciaossu-imagines]

I used prompt 10 from Day 11 of the event, tickling for the Varia. This was a fun one to think about and I hope you’ll all enjoy what I’ve come up with, my lovelies!

To tickle my muse

Xanxus

Xanxus is not ticklish, honestly. Like, not in the least bit ticklish. Someone could try to tickle him in any way they could possibly try and they won’t get the slightest laugh, giggle, nothing out of him…well, not in response to the tickling. They would get a reaction for touching him though and it would be a violent one. Please don’t try to tickle him, for your own safety.

Now, Xanxus will never set out to tickle someone. He just doesn’t see the point of it. He’s not purposefully going to try to tickle someone, even his partner. If he figures out that his partner or a close friend is really ticklish, he’s not going to even think about taking advantage of it. It’s just not something that will occur to him.

When he does figure out there are certain ticklish spots on a lover, he actually tries to avoid light touches over that area because having them laugh or giggle while he’s trying to touch them (which normally occurs during sex) will actually kind of piss him on in a way.

Squalo

Squalo gets pins and needles and occasionally a tingling, ticklish sensation in his missing hand. It’s not an entirely pleasant feeling but not always painful either, just weird.

Other than that, I think the tips of his ears and the soles of his feet are actually pretty ticklish. However, people don’t often actually touch those parts of his body so it’s going to take a lot for people to actually discover his ticklish spots. Even if they did, Squalo’s really good at controlling his reflexes and he’s going to draw on every bit of control he has to present an angry face instead of a laughing one.

Now, much like Xanxus, Squalo isn’t going out of his way to tickle people. He sees it as rather childish to do so and it’s not something he’s really setting out to do. However, in some lighter hearted moments with a partner he’s been with for a long time, if he knows they’re ticklish, he might actually take advantage of that fact if they’re arguing to defuse and win the argument.

Belphegor

Belphegor is insanely ticklish along his lower belly and his sides. He just hates people touching his princely self, so it’s not a secret that most people would know. Rasiel used to torture Bel by tickling him, so Bel actually really hates people tickling him, even if it’s well-intentioned. He can and will stab anyone who does succeed in tickling him, even if it is non-lethally.

However, Belphegor insanely enjoys tickling other people. He will definitely take advantage of anyone’s ticklish spots. It’s not making them happy and smiling and laughing that he enjoys. No, this boy is more than a little sadistic and he enjoys tickling until the person is squirming, crying, and begging for him to stop.

Tickling is a unique form of torture and one that, like most other forms of torture, Bel really enjoys.

Lussuria

Lussuria isn’t really ticklish at all. He kind of wishes he was because he thinks it’s really adorable when people are ticklish but there’s never been anything that invokes that feeling in him. The closest he gets are the obvious pins and needles when limbs fall asleep and the prickly, pleasant tingling sensation he gets during scalp massages.

However, as mentioned, he finds it adorable when people are ticklish and he’s definitely going to light-heartedly tickle friends, family, anyone he feels close to. He doesn’t even care if it might put him into the hospital.

He definitely does that ‘here comes the tickle monster <3’ bit before he sets to work tickling someone and he’s really good about stopping when it seems like the tickling is starting to hurt instead of feeling good. Tickling is fun for him, not torture (unlike some of his other Varia members).

Levi A Than

Levi is actually insanely ticklish – his sides, his feet, behind his knees, and in his armpits. Like so very, very ticklish to the point where he has to wear an undershirt underneath a button down shirt or sweaters because the scratchy fabrics against his skin will cause tickling sensations.

He really, REALLY hates being tickled though. It makes him so upset no matter who does it. His precious boss could tickle him (though Xanxus would never) or he could get a lover who is his whole world and they could tickle him, and he’d still be pissed off about it. He dislikes the tickling sensation, it’s not at all pleasant to him and he would actually have one of his few boundaries around that.

That being said, he doesn’t mind tickling other people, especially if he feels he can use tickling to ‘win’ something or have some kind of advantage over another person.

[krillissue]

10. a joyful kiss - merylmilly

an unrequested prompt for mwahrch but i really wanted to write some lesbian kisses. first time actually writing these two which is criminal. (please send me more prompts, i love doing these)

a bit of backstory for this drabble: i originally wanted to write an angstier follow-up to all tied up where i introduced them and eden, their home. but i scrapped it for various reasons and i never got to write my western girlies like i wanted. so this is a western/cowboy au!!

It had been two weeks since Milly had been home. Meryl missed her something awful but she had to work and Milly wanted to visit her family. She understood, Milly hadn’t seen them in so long but the bed was cold and lonely without her. She didn’t even have the boys for company. Vash and Wolfwood were off doing something dangerous and foolhardy as always and they’d return to her bloody and bruised. Eden they called this place. It was their home just as much as it was hers. Meryl wished with all her heart they could have a peaceful life but they couldn’t, not with Knives still out there. 

Meryl was getting any work done so she stood from her typewriter and went to the kitchen, rummaging around for something to eat. Another reason she missed Milly, she was such a good cook. Meryl missed her stews on the cold nights and her delicious baked goods in the morning. She missed those good morning and goodnight kisses, too. 

She reluctantly buttered up a slice of bread before spreading a heavy amount of jam on, idlying wondering what to do with the rest of her evening. It was too early for supper just yet, too late for a nap. She could get some chores done, she supposed. Nothing was going to satisfy the restlessness. Not even her favorite book. But then, just as she was resigning herself to another lonely night, footsteps on the porch alerted a visitor. The door swung open without so much as a knock, Milly’s beaming smile on the other side. 

“Milly!” Meryl cried happily and threw herself into her big strong arms. Milly caught her easily, peppering her face in little affectionate pecks. “You’re back early?” 

“I missed you,” Milly confessed, a blush on her sweet face. Meryl wanted to kiss each freckle on her nose, smother in all the pent-up affection she’d had nothing to do with, but first: 

“Get in here, silly!” They fumbled around each other as Milly brought in her supplies and Meryl attempted to help with the heavy bags. It looked like her family had given her a bunch of gifts as always. But none of that mattered, she was home. Milly swept her up once more and kissed her on the lips, a big smile keeping it soft and sweet. They were both too excited to see each other and couldn’t stop giggling. 

It was a good night after all.

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡「 Affection Prompt 3 」⋆｡

◉ Sinopsis; Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them

◉ Feat; Loona

── ˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

Loona hates when she's needed for a mission in the Human Realm. I mean, the whole point of being a receptionist is to sit around and do nothing (at least in Loona's opinion). So you can imagine her annoyance when she stepped through the portal and transformed into her human disguise.

Loona's role in jobs is relatively simple. As long as nothing goes wrong, all she has to do is sniff out the targets and report back. Since Blitz, Millie, and Moxxie would handle the rest, Blitz promised Loona that she could have some time to herself Luckily, their job was in a city, so Loona wouldn't be too bored. After buying coffee, Loona roamed the streets, taking pictures to post on her Sinstagram

That's when she walked by a window display that caught her attention. Sitting in the window was your favorite, limited edition plush. She'd only recognized it because, a week before, you were online shopping and lamented how the plush immediately sold out after being released.

Loona rushed into the store, grabbed the plush from the display, and ran up to the counter. The employees were too intimidated to tell her that the window display wasn't actually for sale. While it was a bit on the pricey side, Loona knew it would be worth it to see the look on your face.

Thankfully, Blitz, Millie and Moxxie were quick, and it wasn't long before they were back in Hell. After work, Loona headed straight to your apartment, holding the plush behind her. When you opened the door, Loona held it out, hoping you'd like the gift.

Maybe "like" is an understatement. You practically tackled Loona to the ground with an excited hug. Your squeals and giggles of delight were all Loona needed to know that buying this gift was absolutely worth it.

── ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[tragicallywicked]

If you're still accepting them, here's a prompt!

Dovey and Lesso have been married for years and have a secret hidden chamber that's perfect balance of good and evil. Everyone at the school suspects them but they don't know how far it really goes.

This drabble turned out really different from what I expected, but I hope you enjoy it! I have two more requests for prompts drafted, but you can keep them coming cause I'm loving writing them ♡

Rated M

Leonora Lesso loved Clarissa Dovey.

It was something she couldn’t deny any longer. Nor had she done so for the past ten years of their lives.

In the very start, Leonora had tried to escape and refute Clarissa at all costs, before the romantic involvement they had created a friendship bond—if one could call that a friendship. Clarissa was keen on being warm and welcoming, on being present as a friend in Leonora’s life. But she thought her to be too needy and overwhelming. It wasn’t on purpose that she had avoided and pushed Clarissa away, Lesso just hadn’t been used to people giving her such undivided attention. She suspected all and everyone, but her especially.

She’d tried to push Dovey away, but never fully succeeded. She was rude and sometimes even cruel. But Clarissa was determined to make the friendship last, so she never budged. One would call her a fool for insisting with such resilience, but she always been stubborn. And Clarissa had it firmly in her mind that Lesso was worth her time and effort.

Now that they were in fact a pair, Lesso felt terrible for some of the things she thought about Clarissa, and even more so the ones she’d spoke about her. Lesso would tell people closest to her that Dovey was desperate and lonely, that she was childish and clingy. Only she had failed to see these were all inside of her.

Clarissa had always cared for her. She had brought her unrequested gifts, had told her how lovely she looked and had stood up for Lesso when others didn’t. And for the longest time, every new show of mercy only made Lesso push her further away.

It wasn’t the effort that bothered her, it was Clarissa herself. Her very image and presence and every unresolved issue Lesso had within was a reminder of how good the two of them would be together. Leonora wasn’t ready for it. To admit she was in love with everything she had repulsed for all these years, that she loved someone so good? It just wouldn’t do.

She loved her benevolence and her wit. She loved how intelligent she was and yet still managed to be so naive and cheerful. And, deep down, although she claimed to be so annoyed by it, Lesso loved that she never gave up on her. Clarissa understood and practiced good like no other, but she was kind and understanding with those who didn’t see it the way she did. She was grounded at the same time she could dream of a whole fairytale life for herself.

Leonora had found it all so green, so innocent. How could a woman like her annoy her so much? Because she thoroughly aggravated Lesso, on the slimmest things.

It was Clarissa that first told Leonora about her feelings. She was in shock at the time, right after an Evers’ ball. She looked at Clarissa like she had drunk an entire bottle of liquor. But Clarissa hadn’t been more sober and more certain of something her entire life.

“I do not know if it’s a preference that you share…” Clarissa had trailed off slightly, being nervous herself to be admitting those feelings out loud. “Women, I mean.” She quickly clarified, seeing the surprise in Lesso’s bright blue eyes. “But I find you incredibly charming and clever. And I was wondering if you would like to have some pie together, perhaps. It can look quite lovely at the gardens.”

Lesso had pictured it momentarily.

She walked up to Clarissa at the gardens that stood behind the Good school. It had been a warm day and the path was long for her, especially with the cane and all the grass. She had been dressed in black, obviously, but no suit. Just the dark grey vest and tailored pants and the cream button up. Her pocket watch chain dangling around as she made her way to Dovey.

Clarissa was sitting at a white small round metal table with a large umbrella. The smell of freesia and lavender was intoxicating, but truly it was on Dovey’s eyes that Lesso lost herself. And her smile. Oh, her smile was so beautiful when her hair was down like that.

Leonora pictured her that way on their make-believe pie date at the gardens, with her hair down and loose. She appreciated how Clarissa was always well put together, but there was something about seeing her curls framing her face that she got utterly lost. It just fit her so well, that sort of freedom. And it matched with her always so full of gold outfits. But that day she had imagined she would wear something different. Maybe pink, or perhaps a light purple. It was a stunning sight.

“I understand if it’s not something that you, uh, enjoy.” Clarissa broke her trance and only then Dovey realized how long she had been silent, mouth agape still.

“No, I—” What did she? Lesso had encounter with other men and women, but it was something about Clarissa herself that intimidated her, that made her unsure.

“I see…” Clarissa looked disappointed for a moment and that also terrified her. She didn’t want to see her this upset. But what was she to do when her own thoughts were at a million miles per hour?

“That’s not it.” Leonora corrected quickly. “It’s not because you’re a woman. It’s because you’re good, Clarissa and I’m not.”

It was Clarissa’s turn to look surprised with the new information. It hadn’t even occurred to her that this, of all things, would present to be a problem. She had always seen good and evil being together as part of the balance. Things started falling out of place when the two brothers broke apart, when they weren’t a unit any longer. So it had always been obvious to Clarissa that good and evil being together was the sole way of bringing up balance.

“Oh.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t think it’s… repulsive?” Leonora questioned.

“Actually, no.” She smiled.

Leonora had expected her to be offended by her blunt questioning and her refusal, but instead she showed her kindness and understanding. Perhaps one of the first moments Leonora was irritated with all the goodness in her lover’s heart. She should have been revolted and hurt, but she saw through Leonora’s barriers.

“I hope this doesn’t stop us from being friends.” She had even added, reaching out to hold Leonora’s hand for a moment.

Friends.

Leonora had stared at their hands for a moment too long before she looked up.

There was silence while she gazed into Clarissa’s eyes and saw something she couldn’t really name yet.

Her compassion. That later became their love.

It had been ten years that they were together, but people didn’t truly know anything about it. Especially because even after Dovey’s confession, Leonora didn’t make any easier on them. It was a whole year before they had their first encounter, in the midst of Lesso pushing her away every time they got too close to one another.

And the very first time wasn’t sweet and tender and soft either. It was no fairy tale kiss under the stars.

They had been dragging this on for a few days. All the emotions and the pent-up tension came to the point it had only one outlet to come out.

Lesso was so hesitant at start, unsure she wouldn’t just be using Dovey. Not that she had ever minded using people. But this was Clarissa and she knew as strong as she presented herself to be, her heart was sensitive. And she knew Dovey had long lasting feelings for her. Almost an entire twelve months. Which had allowed them to build a friendship in the middle of it and for Lesso to care for her.

“We’re both adults,” Clarissa told her, eyes so full with desire. It was as if someone had enchanted her. She was so changed, so resilient. “I’m not a china doll, you won’t break my heart.”

“You don’t know that,” Lesso replied, avoiding her gaze to stare at their fingers that danced together with feather light touched.

“I’m willing to take the risk.”

They had been lying on Leonora’s bed. It started as a conversation, never on innocent grounds (there hadn’t been innocent chatter for a while, as they were dancing around on the matter for the past day, throwing lines that were just a tad too spicy here and there). But the fact it was so easy for Lesso to move over her, it made it all the better.

Her hands played with her thighs, caressing it so softly it made Clarissa gasp in surprise. She was hovering her as quickly as Dovey had spoke, her nose nuzzling her jawline.

“Are you sure?” Lesso’s voice was husky, dripping with desire. All Clarissa did was hum. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes. I’m sure. I want this.”

It was needy, but incredibly slow. Leonora was a lover always willing to give pleasure, because she took so much out of watching Clarissa squirm under her lips. Clarissa was a chatterbox in her pile of nervousness, making comments of appreciation that either made Lesso curse or laugh (both were most welcomed sensations too, as Clarissa had pointed out at some point). She took her time draining every bit of Dovey’s soul out because seeing her legs shake was the sight Leonora had been aching for the past year.

But the sex didn’t bring them close. It only made Leonora push her further away.

She realized then how she truly felt about Clarissa. If she had questions before, that felt terrifying in her heart, these only became certainties that she wasn’t ready to deal with. So she stopped talking to her, she shut her off. And yet, Clarissa never gave her up. She gave Lesso her space, but she was always there as an enjoyable presence, a friend.

Lesso eventually came around with the nonsense of shutting her off and from the refreshed friendship, the feelings surfaced again. Clarissa had learned long before that cornering Lesso lead to damage for the two of them, so she waited instead. Leonora eventually came around.

There was no denying how well they fit together in all their differences. Everyone saw it too.

Anemone was the one to first notice, always the discrete and observant one. She had watched from a distance the two other professors dance around for two years until it finally seemed they were in fact together. From her speculation they had dated for three more till the date she suspected a secret marriage had occurred.

They had no need to live together, being so close to one another at the school. Yet, five years after their romance started on that Evers’ ball night that Clarissa confessed her feelings, Clarissa and Leonora had gotten married and Dovey permanently moved into Evil tower.

Of course, no one knew about it (except for Emma, secretly). Everyone suspected, but there were no confirmation from anyone, neither the wolves that guarded the Dean’s chambers.

The room that had once belonged to Leonora only now carried a powerful spell. Sounds, looks, even its scent was masked by magic that concealed what it truly looked like to the naked eye. Now, to Clarissa and Leonora it was their own personal heaven.

The tall bed on the center with white and golden structure and black silk sheets, the mahogany floors, the shared wardrobe with shades of gold and black, pink and navy blue, lavender and dark grey. The picture of the two of them on Leonora’s nightstand and the dark red rose on Clarissa’s (a gift Lesso had given her on their first official date and Dovey kept it fresh with magic). It was their own piece of paradise, their escape from the world they lived. And yet the balance that, unbeknownst to them, kept their world safe.

Every night, when they would meet back in the room. When Leonora would peel off Clarissa’s dresses and kiss every inch of her skin. When Dovey would brush Lesso’s hair and kiss her sore knuckles. Every night they kissed and loved each other they brought back unison into their world. Because the love they shared was rare, it was seen once in a billion years.

And even if it was a secret (or so they thought) it was all theirs.

[cillivnz]

i feel like i’m so late to finding this but will u ever continue your marquis vincent series. it’s really good!

hello, darling!

thank you so much for your kind words, and yes, i will be continuing ITHYAMP!

i’ll just address the hiatus here, because i have been asked about this series or individual works for the Marquis, or even my other unrelated works of fiction. this year and even the past one towards the end has been extremely difficult to adjust to. from changes in work to the demise of many loved ones, i find it difficult to bring myself to sit down and write, and i would never write something halfheartedly and especially if a dear anon went out of their way to request that i write them their prompt. i find solace in writing which is why the minute i get some motivation out of my writer’s block (let’s call it that) i decide to post unrequested one-shots. i see your requests, i hear them, and i will always deliver. i apologise for delays, but i request your patience.

thank you, my lovies. you guys can’t fathom how much i love and appreciate you all. 💌

xo, sin.

[blueinkedfrost]

Baldur’s Gate Gift Exchange - Seeking Pinch Hitters!

The Baldur’s Gate Gift Exchange has the following prompts seeking a good home.

To fulfil a pinch hit, open the Baldur’s Gate Gift Exchange, select ‘Post to collection’, then add the recipient’s ArchiveOfOurOwn name into the ‘Gift this work to’ box.

Please claim pinch hits by sending a private message to me on Tumblr, Discord or another platform (since this exchange is anonymous until reveals).

Request 1: Anjak - CLAIMED

Phaere/Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)

Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)

Phaere (Baldur's Gate)

... [B]asically I want a prequel sort of fic. It can be short, it can be long, it can be fanart, but I want to see what Solaufein and Phaere were like before they became what they are. What happened to Phaere to make her this way? How does Charname (no one specific, can by any Charname) fit into this? I'm curious to see other people's take on drow and their complicated society/relationships. NSFW is probaby guaranteed, this is drow we're talking about. Have fun!

Request 2: Ant_Agony - CLAIMED

Any Character

Any Relationship

Baldur's Gate I/II/ToB, original (pre-EE) characters.

Any kind of fanwork would be appreciated.

There are some ideas for you to choose from:

I've always liked Valygar for his calmness, restraint, and kind heart, and I wonder if any of the companions (female, I guess) would get along with him romantically. Would it be a mage, so he should get over his prejudice? Will he affect this character in some way, trying to make their life more... peaceful? Or quite the opposite? I'm open to any point of view you'd like to share.

If you don't know or don't like Valygar enough to make it happen, you can try the same scenario with Aerie. Who among the companions may become very special to her? I don't feel like Haer'dalis will be a decent match for her. There are much more compassionate characters, both male and female. Still, open to anything you'll make up.

This is a very specific one. When I role-play as a lawful neutral or lawful evil character, I always fall into Scar, the second-in-command of the Flaming Fist. The problem is, he and Charname never have much time together due to his role in the game and his fate, so I just can't make it happen in my head. They're both lawful and responsible, and the Charname is such a young girl while he's a seasoned guard, so even if there's some chemistry between them, I can't imagine how they could end up together (even if just for a few days, until the plot goes on). So if you could help me to imagine it properly, with all the details one will need to believe it, I would be really happy.

Content to avoid: toxic or abusive relationships.

Request 3: AvandraTheMarySueSlayer - CLAIMED

Charname (Baldur's Gate)

Rasaad yn Bashir

Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)

Viconia DeVir

Any Relationship

DNWs: BG3 (please no spoilers!), noncon, toxic relationships, underage, unrequested kinks

I'd like a BG2/ToB/postgame piece (fanfiction or fanart, your call) involving these four. Rasaad and Viconia are a mess together in a party, add Solaufein and it gets even more interesting! I'd like clashes of faith, culture, personality, and growth from all the conflict. Whether it's into friendship or something more romantic, it's your call. If you want to make it romantic, I'm well into polyamorous relationships as much as mono. The only requirement is that they're healthy. Which would mean a lot of work, especially on Viconia's part. Feel free to make Charname male or female or whatever you like better! Let them shine with the rest of this group <3 If you make it NSFW, I'd rather have an emphasis on feelings (especially for Viconia, she deserves all the love!) And above everything, have fun!

Request 4: Felkh - CLAIMED

Kivan (Baldur's Gate)

Viconia DeVir

Sarevok Anchev

Anomen Delryn

Any Relationship

BG 2 / TOB fanfiction or fanart, please.

Open to anything, but specifically, my favourite characters are Anomen, Kivan, Viconia, Minsc, Aerie, Sarevok and Keldorn.

As a gift, I would be glad to receive something heartwarming and fluff to the core, family, friendship, humor, any type of bonding between characters.

So, here's a couple of ideas, but I am open to something entirely different (preferably centered about one or two of my favourite characters), if my prompts do not inspire you.

Brotherly bonding or friendship with Sarevok. Preferably, with alignment change. When he and Charname feel like siblings? What is the moment when this warm family feeling occurs, do they play cards, search for a map of this gods forgotten lands around Saradush, engage in a drinking contest, do a sparring match? I would really love to read about that moment.

If you choose something Anomen centric, I would love to read how he seeks and/or receives support from some of the party members. How he feels appreciated and accepted, always thought Anomen really lacks that in his life.

Guilty pleasure time: always dreamt to read more of femCharname / Viconia. I always imagined their romance to be more friendship based than her original "crawl under my boot and lick the heel" type of behavior, when she opens up and allow ws herself to be vulnerable.

Any sweet Aerie & Minsc moment. Pairing or no, that is up to you. Maybe, he allows his witch to bathe Boo? Maybe, he carries Aerie on his shoulders and she is almost flying again? Maybe, they try to travel to Rashemen, problwm is, neither knows how excactly to reach rashemen so they must ask for directions on every crossroad. (All my prompts are somewhere on fluff territory, I'm afraid).

A little peace for Kivan, please. I woukd love to see him amused and laughing, lighthearted for a change. He is surrounded by quite a crazy bunch, after all.

DNW: nothing angsty, no gore / exsessive violence / tragedy / torture etc. Unhealthy relationship or love/hate.

And huge, huge thank you, my gift-giver!

Request 5: MxArpakasso - CLAIMED

Charname/Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)

Charname/Viconia DeVir

Solaufein (Baldur's Gate)

Viconia DeVir

Original Non-Binary Character

Any fanwork, any prompt, use any one or multiple of these characters.

My Bhaalspawn: Mothre (like Mothra with an e) they/them, surface elf, divine soul sorcerer of Bhaal. Description: Looks like a lunar moth (come up with your own design, I wanna see creativity) is disabled and has adventured with a leg brace and walking cane as mobility aids since leaving Candlekeep, is slightly taller than Imoen. Personality; studious, adventurous, performative, cryptid.

Viconia: Mothre met her on the 3rd day they left Candlekeep, and has kept her in the party since, all the way till the end. Favorite traveling companion, would have romanced if she was romancable.

Solaufein: "I could show you the world", Mothre is really sad he couldn't join the party, really wish he could have joined the party. Mothre would have also romanced him if it was possible.

Exclude any content that is kink, nsfw, non-consenting, depictions of abuse&torture (I'm aware both Viconia and Solaufein suffered those, do not describe it), enslavement, pregnancy, gore, multination, child endangerment.

Content that is okay: good feels, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, non-sexual intimacy, unrequited, trauma, depression, addiction, anxiety.

[dmbjexchange]

Small-Med Ships Exchange Signups Open

It’s time for the Daomu Biji Small-Med Ships Exchange, a fic, art and vid exchange for DMBJ ships where more than 3% of English-language authors have posted fics on AO3.

In this exchange, participants will be anonymously matched to create gifts for one another during a six week creating period.

This exchange is open to all the DMBJ canons - if it’s DMBJ, then it’s eligible! It will take place on AO3, so you need an AO3 account to participate – if you don’t have one, you can request an invitation code here. If there isn’t enough time, no worries - contact the mods at here on tumblr or on Discord and we can send you an invitation!

Please read this post carefully before signing up.

Schedule

May 4: Signups close May 7: Assignments out June 25: Assignments due July 2: Works reveals July 9: Creator reveals & treats deadline

Allowed Ships

Any DMBJ ship (other than pingxie or heihua) which, as of April 24, 2023, has had more than 3% of English-language authors post fics for it on AO3.

For this year's exchange, this means the following ships are allowed:

Er Yue Hong/Zhang Qishan Hei Xiazi/Huo Xiuxiu/Xie Yuchen Kan Jian/Liu Sang Liang Wan/Zhang Rishan Liu Sang/Wang Pangzi Liu Sang/Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling Liu Sang/Wu Xie Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling Liu Sang/Zhang Qiling Liu Sang/Zhang Rishan Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Qishan Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling Wang Pangzi/Zhang Qiling Wu Xie/Xie Yuchen

Guidelines

1. Your creation must focus on your recipient’s requested ship (or one of their requested ships, if they have nominated multiple ones). While unrequested background ships are fine (unless listed as a Do Not Want), the focused ship must only be one of the requested ones. 2. You will be expected to create a gift matching your recipient’s request. Filling any specifying prompts is not obligatory, but try to create something you honestly think your recipient will enjoy! 3. You must not include anything that your recipient has listed as a DNW (Do Not Want). This goes for treats as well. 4. The minimum requirements for the gifts are 300 words for fic, one sketch on unlined paper for art (traditional or digital; no manips), or 30 seconds for a vid. 5. After the matching is done, all the requests will be made visible to everyone to allow for treating! There are no minimum requirements for treats (but remember to mind your recipient’s do not wants!). You can also create manips and fanvids for treats. 6. This is an anonymous exchange: refrain from discussing your assignment in public. After the works are revealed, there’ll be one week anon period when the creators remain anonymous before the creator reveals. 7. If at any point you need to drop out, just click on the “default” button on your AO3 assignment page; we’ll find a pinch hitter to create a gift for your recipient instead. If you need an extension to finish your gift, contact the mods before the deadline. 8. After the reveals, comment on your gift. 9. Most importantly: be excellent to each other!

Sign-Up Information

Sign-ups will take place here on AO3, ending on May 4th. There, you can fill out details about your request and offer. You can edit your sign-up at any time until the sign-ups close on May 4th.

When signing up, you will be able to choose fandom and genre tags, as well as specify any additional details.

You will have to select the DMBJ canon you’re interested in creating and receiving a gift in:

Novels: Daomu Biji / The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles (including spinoffs, side stories, and extras)

TV: The Lost Tomb 1

TV: The Lost Tomb 2 Explore with the Note

TV: The Lost Tomb 2.5 Heavenly Palace on the Clouds

TV: Ultimate Note

TV: Sha Hai (and spin off movies)

TV: The Lost Tomb Reboot/The Sound of Providence (and spin offs)

TV: The Mystic Nine (and spin off movies)

Movie: Time Raiders

This does not mean that you’re limited to requesting or creating a work during the canon timelines for those series/books. It’s just to mark which canons you’re familiar with to allow for easier matching: some participants might have a preference for a particular canon era, some might not be familiar with all the versions. You still have to choose your preferred canon eras even if you want to create or receive an AU.

You will also have to specify genres you’re interested in

Action/Adventure

Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Angst

Canon Compliant

Crack

Dark

Domesticity

Fluff

Humor

Hurt/Comfort

Porn With Plot

PWP

Requests

Fandom - you have to choose at least one. If you’re willing to receive a gift in any canon era, you can just click “Any”!

Genre - you have to choose at least three tags.

Ratings - you have to choose at least one. This will help your gifter know what you like and are comfortable with when they're coming up with ideas to fill your prompts.

Warnings - you have to choose at least one. This does not mean that you WILL receive a gift with warnings, it just lets your gifter know if you are comfortable receiving a gift with warnings or not.

Optional Details - here’s where you can go into more detail about your perfect exchange gift!You can include:

General Likes: your gifter may, but doesn’t have to, include them. This isn’t a place for detailed prompts, just general themes you enjoy, like getting together or established relationship.

Please note that fics featuring QPRs, ace, and/or aro characters are absolutely valid things to request in a ship exchange.

DNW (Do Not Wants): things that your creator must not include - squicks, triggers, characters or things that you simply don’t like. Remember that you don’t owe anyone an explanation about why something is a DNW, and that DNW are not meant to be taken personally. Just list the things you don’t like, “DNW: X, Y.”

Please list if you have any audio or visual triggers (such as flashing lights). This could be in your DNW or could be separate. Please also list song/music DNWs (e.g.   "please no lyrics that use the n-word" or "please no lyrics in [specific language]"  or “please no [specific genre/s of music”).

Prompts/specific ideas: if you have any prompts, you can also put them here! You can be as general or as detailed as you’d like, but remember that while your creator will try to make the best gift for you, filling a specific prompt is not obligatory. You can include a crossover prompt (with other DMBJ verse or other canons), but make sure it’s not the only prompt you have.

For vid prompts, please list things like genres/styles of music you like (or like in vids), vibes/tone/theme you’d like to see (e.g. “angsty amnesiac Xioage”, “Fuba crack”, etc.), and things like that. Please try to avoid giving one or two specific songs for a specific character/ship.

If you chose novels as one of your fandoms, you can use this field to list the ones you’re familiar with, such as ‘Books 1-4′ , ‘main series only′, ‘main series + specific extras’, etc.

The requests will be made publicly visible after matching is done, so that others will be able to create treats (additional gifts) based on them!

Offers

Fandom - you have to choose at least one. If you can create works for any canon era, you can choose “Any”!

Genre - you have to choose at least three.

Ratings - you have to choose at least one. This will help matching what people are comfortable creating with what people are comfortable receiving.Warnings - you have to choose at least one. This does not mean that you have to create a gift with warnings, it's just for helping to match what people are comfortable writing with what people are comfortable receiving.

Optional Details - in this field, you can tell us more about the kind of works you like to create, for example if you really prefer established relationship, feel best with certain kinds of AUs, or like writing darkfic. We’ll take it into account when matching! By the same token, if there’s something you really don’t want to write, let us know here as well.

If you chose novels as one of your fandoms, you can use this field to list the ones you’re familiar with, such as ‘Books 1-4′ , ‘main series only′, ‘main series + specific extras’, etc.

In the optional details of your offer, you can also name people you don’t want to be matched to, for example your regular beta, and we will do our best to avoid matching you!

The offers will only ever be visible to the mods; never to anyone else.

Your Assignment

You will be matched to create a gift for someone who requested at least one of the fandoms that you offer, with as many similar genres/likes as possible. This exchange will be hand-matched, after using AO3’s matching algorithm to first generate the potential matches.

If you have any issues when you receive your assignment (you have a question about it or think there’s an issue with it), contact the mods as soon as possible. Do not contact your recipient on your own.

You will have to create a gift for your recipient, fulfilling the minimum requirements of fandom, genre, and ship, and avoiding any stated “do not wants”. Filling exact prompts is optional, but try to create something matching your recipient’s likes that they will enjoy!

You will have to post your gift to the exchange AO3 collection before the due date (June 25th), using the “gift this work to” option to give it to your recipient. Your work will remain in the collection only visible to you and the mods until the reveals happen. Remember to tag your work appropriately or use the “chose not to warn” warning.

Treating

Treats are additional gifts for the participants! To allow for treating, the requests will be made visible when matching is done. You can create treats at any time until the creator reveals! There are no minimum requirements for treats, and manips are also allowed in addition to fic, art, and vids. As with assignments, you have to respect the recipient’s Do Not Wants, and while the optional details are optional, try to create something fitting the listed likes. One treat can only be gifted to one person.

Pinch Hits

In case someone needs to drop out, we will look for a pinch hitter to complete their assignment. Pinch hits will be posted to this tumblr and the DMBJ Yu Cun Discord.

Extensions

If you think you can finish your assignment, but you need a few days more, you can always ask for an extension! 

Multi-Chapter Fics

If you are writing a multi-chapter fic for the exchange and don’t want to drop the entire fic at once, these are the posting guidelines for it:

Multi-chapter fics that are assignment fills must be fully written and at least the first chapter posted by the assignment deadline, ready for the fic reveals on July 2nd.

From July 2nd, at least one chapter is to be posted daily.

All chapters of the fic must be posted by the time of author reveals and end of treating on July 9th (If the fic is more than 7 chapters long, then this will mean that multiple chapters will need to be posted on some days).

Multi-chapter fics that are treats can begin to be posted at any time, but must also be fully posted by July 9th.

Other Important Information

Make sure to check the email you use on AO3 frequently during the exchange, as it will be the primary means of communication. We might contact you if there is an issue with your sign-up or if your gift creator has a question for you.

If you’d rather we contact you on your twitter or tumblr, please leave your handle in the offer section of your sign-up.

Follow us here to avoid missing an announcement or a deadline!

If you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to contact us here on tumblr or on Discord.