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I see that you've written for Hanma and Mikey from TR. I was wondering who you write for in TR?
I wanna ask for Kisaki but a lot of ppl hate him but I think I can fix him TnT
So we're pretty sparse when it comes to who we can write for. We have difficulties writing for some characters, so with that said, here are the ones we do write for!
Mikey
Draken
Hanma
Mitsuya
Kisaki (its a 50\50)
So far....
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why do you both like crossovers so much?
Well we’ve both been on tumblr since the early 2010’s when all the crossovers were popular and they’ve always been a staple in our writing’s together (we actually have a few more planned in the future we’re excited to start). Plus they’re fun and a nice breath of fresh air when we goof off a bit in our writing since we both tend to write heavy topics.
Believe it or not when I say one of us was into both FandomStuck and SuperWhoLock. The anime version is just the beginning
#answered#ask box#homestuck will forever haunt me#keshastuck was another huge one#let us bring it back on our blog ToT
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do you guys still take HQ requests
in reference to headcanons or the anime haikyuu? cause my co-admin and i are dumber than rocks right now 😂😂
honestly it’s a yes to both
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
✩∶ﾟ･. — too scared to fall and too ruined to let it end *.☽ .*
head here for rules on requesting !
❝ I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. ❞
❝ I just look at you and I just love you. And it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you. ❞
❝ I want you…I didn’t know what wanting was before you. ❞
❝ Ask me to stay and I will. I will drop everything else if you ask me to stay. ❞
❝ I trust you with parts of myself I’m afraid to show to anyone else. ❞
❝ You came? ❞ ❝You called. ❞
❝ I like you more than I planned. ❞
❝ There’s very little I wouldn’t do for you. ❞
❝ Don’t do that. ❞ ❝ Do what? ❞ ❝ Look at me like I’m the most beautiful thing you’ve seen. ❞
❝ I like it when you smile. It’s cute. ❞
❝ What are you doing up so late? ❞
❝ For you, I would steal the stars. ❞
❝ Have you ever seen the hell in someone’s eyes and loved it anyway? ❞
❝ Take the mask off when you speak to me. ❞
❝ Kiss me, you piece of shit. ❞
❝ What a plot twist you were. ❞
❝ Even though we never said it to each other, we knew. ❞
❝ I fall in love with souls, not faces. ❞
❝ Sleep. I’m not going anywhere. ❞
❝ You make me feel. You make me feel…and I want it to stop. ❞
❝ Are you asking me to slow dance in your kitchen in my jammies? ❞
❝ It has made me better, loving you. ❞
❝ What I feel for you doesn’t have a name. ❞
❝ Perhaps we may meet each other in a dream. ❞
❝ I want to be with you, it is as simple, and complicated, as that. ❞
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𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄
hey all! we are back with another little thing to help kick me out of this writer’s block. we’ve decided to do a little prompt list with characters we write for (or haven’t written for yet that we may be open to writing for)
all lists will be posted here in the future so you can find them better
RULES
we ask that you abide by our regular rules we have posted on this blog first and foremost
may request up to 3 prompts per ask
we’re really here to have fun so if you want to include certain details in your request, go for it!
LISTS
✩∶ﾟ･. — too scared to fall and too ruined to let it end *.☽ .*
#imagine#sleep token#call of duty imagine#tokyo revengers#lord of the rings imagine#the hobbit imagine#the maze runner imagine#star wars imagine#writing prompts#prompt list
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─ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍
summary: and just like the rain, you cast the dust into nothing
warnings: sleepy boi vessel, mentions of nightmares, this is sappy but i don’t care
pairings: vessel x reader (𝑔𝑛)
There is noise when you wake.
You shift, and the first thing you register is the gentle, constant rhythm of rain hitting the window to your left. Eyes crack open to reveal your bedroom cast in silent rays of blue where they just managed to break past your curtains. Another moment and you can smell the morning dew beginning to settle in.
The second thing you notice is the heavy weight of something resting on your shoulder and thin limbs tangling with your legs between the sheets. It’s Vessel, your sleep-addled mind surmises. He must’ve crawled into bed long after you had fallen asleep last night; another late night in the music studio.
You notice there are still smudges of black paint on his visible arm (where it rests oh so comfortably around your waist above the covers) — evidence of just how long the night must have been. He was always so careful in removing the moniker that made him Sleep’s mouthpiece, always making sure his arms and chest were void of any paint so as to not ruin the sheets.
Your fingers card through the tresses of his hair, thumb and pointer rubbing a path from his nape to his shoulders. A sigh leaves him, cheek pressing upwards and his breath hits your neck.
It brings a smile to your face, to see his features soften and smoothen out in restful sleep. It isn’t too often he finds it; mind always running a-mile-a-minute in search of a new beat or lyric. Anything to add to his symphony of glorious worship.
You remember at the start of your relationship, when he had finally removed his mask for the first time, just how tired he had looked. The dark circles under his eyes practically moons in and of themselves, the way his shoulders were in a constant slump and the way his feet would drag across the carpet the moment he stumbled backstage.
You remember the first of many arguments that came from it, so worried for his health and well-being you even dragged his band members into it until he’s given you an answer. You never expected the reason he gave.
Nightmares.
Horrific, never-ending, awful nightmares.
Every night, without falter. No matter what drugs he took, how much liquor he drank, the state of exhaustion he had forced his body in, the nightmares would be there. He never told you the details of them, only that he would wake screaming and covered in sweat.
It was why he was so reluctant to sleep with you. To burden you with the awful routine his mind had forced him in. To bring you into his world of pain when he had so desperately hoped to keep you from.
It was a storm that did him in. Not quite like the one currently growing outside your window; this one was violent and harsh. It was the worst weather the countryside had ever received in years. Weatherman had warned against going outside in such a torrent, and you refused to let him go out in such a state back to his flat.
He slept out on your couch, and just like he feared, the nightmare had come.
You were awoken by the thrashing first. You were going to pass it off as oncoming thunder, ready to go back to sleep. Then came the scream and you had thrown yourself full force at the bedroom door to get to him.
It was hard to see in the dark, but the quick flash of a lightning bolt illuminated your living room enough to find him. He was in a fit on your couch, limbs kicking and flailing everywhere at some invisible enemy. You remember catching his hands, hauling him to sit and shouting his name.
“Vessel…Vessel!” You hadn’t meant to scream his name so loud, but you didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t wake, just crying and pleading to his nightmare to let him go. You didn’t mean to grip him as hard as you did, but then his eyes snapped open and the moment he registered the hands on him belonged to you, you couldn’t let him go.
He had whispered your name in such a pathetic way it broke your heart to hear it. Like every ounce of fight in him had vanished and he was just a shell of a man sitting before you.
After that night, you wouldn’t let him sleep alone.
Gods, what a gift that had been.
His nightmares were near non-existent, the dark circles under his eyes slowly disappearing and you relished in the fact he was finally able to find some semblance of peace. Life had come back to his eyes, his music and his presence, and you would never admit it aloud, you were glad for that awful storm.
A roll of thunder echoes above you, and Vessel stirs atop you.
“Hmm…love, what time is it?” His words slid together in sleep, head rising to blink bleary eyes at you.
You shush him, a gentle push to bring him back to you. “Go back to sleep, baby. It’s too early.” A kiss to the crown of his head
He lazily nods into your neck, arms winding further around you to pull you even closer, lips pressed against your pulse. “M’kay…love you.”
Your eyes close, smiling into his hair as the rain picks up outside. “Love you too.”
You drift off to the noise of water pitter-pattering against the window, thankful for the rain.
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I have to admit i find myself agreeing with mario sometimes
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Introducing:
✯ Bill Fucking Cipher ✯
I don't care what ya'll say, Bill Cipher is now a character we can write for.
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Introducing:
✯ Bill Fucking Cipher ✯
I don't care what ya'll say, Bill Cipher is now a character we can write for.
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― 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 (𝟏𝟖+)
summary: when Y/N comes home from work filled with anxiety and heavily upset, Hanma starts going to work with her to see what’s been going on.
warnings: PwP, Semi-Public, cafe!AU
author’s note: Heehee Hanma being my manager makes my brain mushy.
pairing: cafe manager!Hanma x reader (⨍)
This isn't what she thought was going to happen when she was going to start working with Hanma. He's usually on his best behavior while out at work. He's never done this while she's in his store. So why was he doing this at her job?
Was it because he's her manager?
She shouldn't be in the back storage alone with him. She's supposed to be cleaning the patio tables.
So why is it that now she's pressed up against the wall of the storage room with two of his fingers in her mouth and his mouth latched to her cunt?
Her chest heaves with hooded eyes, and her tongue wriggles and wraps around his sinful fingers. The metallic yet sweet taste left on them makes her head dizzy mixed with the flick of his tongue. She restrains herself from moaning and making any noise, but it's becoming harder when he looks up at her.
She sucks in a sharp breath, her hips bucking and her free hand shoving him more into her. The muffled moan he releases has her biting down on his fingers. She's so close. She hates how having him eat her out while at work turns her on like no other.
“Shuji~” She pants against his fingers, her fingers curling in his hair.
He smirks against her folds, “You’re such a slut for being this wet,” He mutters up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. Licking a stripe up her slit, “Maybe I should call Kensei over to watch, seeing how much of a mess you are right now while at work.”
She tries to shake her head but his hand holds her face firmly in place. “No!”
She tries to snap back at him, but when he sucks at her clit her brain melts and bites on his fingers to muffle her moans. She hates yet loves how insatiable Hanma is when it comes to his sex drive, but at work terrifies her. She doesn’t want to get fired from this job because of him again. But she couldn’t deny that the thrill of getting caught excites her as much as it does him.
Just before she could cum on his tongue, he deprives her of her orgasm. He stands back up, removing his saliva-soaked fingers from her mouth and replacing them with his tongue. She moans against his mouth, her arms circling his neck to tug him down closer to her. The manner his tongue wraps around hers has her back arching off the wooden wall, wanting to grind her hips on his thigh but her jeans prevent her from doing so.
Sin travels down her body, slipping between her legs to glide against her slick folds. She bucks her hips into his palm, her whines being swallowed by him and her hands tugging at the neckline of his shirt. Two of his fingers slide inside her with ease, but the slight burn has her lean more into him.
“Quit fuckin’ movin’, Baby,” He utters against her lips with Punishment moving to her hips and holding her still. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy in a moment.”
“Hurry,” She breathes against his lips, her eyes gazing back at his with want and need. “Want your cock now. Need it, please, Shuji.”
“Fuck,” He sucks in a breath as her hands move to start undoing his jeans, tugging them down slightly to pull out his hard and leaking cock. He breathily laughs, “So fucking needy~♡”
He pulls his fingers out of her, eliciting a soft moan from her. She tugs down her jeans to her knees for him. Spitting into his hand, he gives himself a few pumps as she juts out her hips and tries to part her legs as far as her jeans would allow her.
Normally, he’d have her turned around and bent over, but then her mons would be bouncing off the thin wooden wall.
Before he could angle himself at the awkward angle to fuck her while they’re both standing up, he bends down a bit and hooks his arms at the back of her knees.
“Jump.”
She does as she’s told, her arms wrapping around his neck as he hoists her up and pins her to the wall again. He holds her up and slides her onto his cock. She drops her head onto his shoulder and sucks in a sharp breath at the stretch, her nails scratching him through his shirt.
With her thighs in his hands, he can hold her up effortlessly as he pounds his thick cock into her. Both of their moans are suppressed into pants and heavy breathing to keep themselves from getting caught completely.
Hanma wanted to chastise her for how tight and wet she’d become since he pulled her into the back storage with him, but he knew he’d be loud. He knows that [Y/N] is trying hard to keep her moans to mere whimpers and whispers of his name falling past her lips.
Her walls grip him like a vice as if to try to milk him for all that he’s worth. Her jerks his hips upwards to make his slightly curved cock hit against that spot that has her crying out his name. Nearly yelping out his name, she is quick to cover her mouth before it slips.
“Shit, you’re really likin’ this, aren’t ya?” He teases against her ear, bouncing her on his cock. Her grip on him tightens with each rough thrust, “Bein’ fucked at work like a good little slut~ I bet no one knows how much of a cum whore you are— Jus’ for me~”
He hasn’t even been inside her for no more than a minute and her brain is already turning into mush. There’s no way she’s going to be able to stand and walk perfectly after this. Her hips are starting to sting from the burn of being bent in half into a standing mating press, her arms growing tired from trying to cling onto him and not slam back against the wall.
“Close~” She squeaks out, lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Feels so-so good, Shuji~”
“I-I know, Baby,” He sucks in a breath and kisses her deeply, “Me too…”
She returns his kiss, letting her right arm hold herself upright on him and take the weight as her left hand cards through his hair. She couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, giving him a chance to have his tongue wrap around hers once more and suck on the muscle.
Just by the quickened pace and sloppier thrusts, he was getting closer but was determined to have her cum first. He slams her against his hips harder and faster, making her hold onto him as if he were some kind of angry bull. But then in one harsh thrust, they both cum at the same time. His fingers grip her ass hard enough that bruises are sure to appear sometime soon. She ruts her hips against his to drag out her orgasm and moans into his mouth.
Hanma gives [Y/N] a few moments after she stills before pulling out of her, his eyes catching sight of how his cum leaks out of her and drops to the cement floor. She lays limp against his shoulder, breathing heavily and her eyes closed, trying to regain her mind again.
“I forgot to ask,” Hanma’s voice rings in her ears and she opens her eyes to look up at him. “Did you want me to cum in your mouth or elsewhere?”
She lifts herself off his shoulder to look down between them. His cock was now softening and the sight of her messy cunt leaked out his cum. She sighs and drops her head back onto his shoulder.
“I forgot to take my birth control yesterday and today,” She mutters against his neck before uttering a soft ‘fuck’. “When we clock out, just stop by the store to get Plan B.”
He turns his head and softly kisses her cheek, “Maybe I should start carrying condoms in my wallet like the good old days~” He chuckles against her skin, making her smile.
“Or just not fuck me until we get home.” She giggles softly, kissing his neck.
“No can do.” He retorts and turns around with her before gently setting her down on top of a couple of boxes. He looked around the stock, finding an opened box with some of the bathroom’s paper towel rolls. “Can’t help myself, Princess.”
[Y/N] holds up her legs to prevent herself from touching the dirty box with her intimate parts. “You better come up with an excuse for why we were gone for a while.” She counters and watches him take out a roll to rip off some of it.
“Yeah, yeah,” He rolls his eyes as he starts to clean her up. He starts to giggle at how funny this might look to someone. Giving him the mental image of wiping a baby’s ass for shit instead of his girlfriend with both their cum leaking out of her.
After he cleans her up, Hanma helps [Y/N] to her feet and pulls up her jeans for her. He continues to giggle as he tucks her shirt into her jeans for her, making her confused as to why the hell he’d be laughing. He got his pussy fix and potentially humiliated her at work for fucking in the back storage room. He didn’t have the right to be laughing at her. She has the power to snitch that he fucked her in the back.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” [Y/N] finally asks as she picks up the box of paper towels to bring them inside.
“Nothing~” Hanma hums out with amusement in his voice, moving some boxes around to find the one he originally was looking for. “Jus’ you look like a baby.”
She scrunches her face and turns to look at him in confusion. “Baby, what the fuck?”
He turns to make a fist, bringing his other hand to his fist, sticking up two fingers, and wiggling them.
It took her a few moments to figure out what he was referring to with her eyes squinted at him. But then it hits her. By now her legs were bound by her jeans at the knees and held up her legs while he cleaned her up, she could now see what he was giggling about. She scowls.
“I fucking hate you.”
He laughs as she walks out of the storage room, nearly falling back onto the boxes that held the extra cups.
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He reaches for her. Pleading. Aching for the love and warmth only she could provide.
A plea from one lonely soul to another.
"You and I, always almost. Again and again. We were always on the verge of almost, my dear. Never nothing, never something." He says, rich timbre cutting through the chill of the stage.
"Please, take my hand. Take my whole life. Anywhere you go, let me go too."
─ from a book I will never write
#imagine#the phantom of the opera#the phantom of the opera imagine#this isnt the greatest but its okay#im on an elvis binge lately
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For context: we are stuck and wondering which fandom you guys would like imagines from. If there’s a fandom not listed, let us know and who for
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Sorry for the random unrelated to writing posts. It was meant for my personal blog. Sorry guys.
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"Darling, I Left the House…", Joseph Brodsky
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me: i wanna write
someone: then… write?
me:
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