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felswritingfire · 7 months
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Homelander x Chaotic! Hyper Fem!Reader
The Homelander brainrot is real and I hate it with my whole being. I want this man dead, he's so pathetic. Anyway, I haven't watched The Boys but I'm hooked on his character thanks to falling down the rabbit hole with Character.Ai and all the talented writers for The Boys fandom, like? Absolutely scrumptious works. Also I just really wanted to write for a chaotic reader, the hyper fem part came after lmao
TW: This was written with a AFAB reader in mind so there's descriptions of Reader wearing a skirt, no pronouns specified; Homelander's creepiness is considerably toned down for this, but he does break into reader's apartment and actively stalks them; Reader says some saucy stuff; Cussing; Homelander has a panic attack/mental break down; Reader is a horny virgin; Age Gap, it's only mentioned once or twice, but it's still there and prevalent; Gen Z humor- reader is a Gen Z baby, they're in their early 20s
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"You didn't tell me that Homelander had a slutty ass waist." The words caught him off guard. They were whispered. Somewhere in the crowd. His eyes fought to stay glued onto the press speaker, his smile twitching ever so slightly.  The comment had hung in his head, floating around like a phantom, even as he took the stage and did his speech perfectly. Like always. He preens as the people clap and cheer for him.  Then the voice chirps out, in the safety of the cheering and the noise: "Homelander? More like Sluttylander, am I right?" He hears a scoff after that, zeroing in on the conversation now: two women. No older than their mid 20s. "Hey, I mean that respectfully." "You know he's like 20 years older than you, right?" "I'll bend him over and make him call me daddy. I'm not a coward." A cackle. He had scanned the crowd while keeping a smile plastered on his lips. He was curious what foul mouth little shit was talking. Until his gaze lands on… you.  You look like the cat that got the cream as you look at your friend who has to hold onto you for support as she giggles and laughs. Your bright eyed gaze moves from her back to him just to tense as you catch his gaze. "Um," you elbow her- Renae- to get her attention and she giggles before she looks and she's freezing too. "He isn't looking at us is he?" She shrugs. "I don't know…" she trails off. You squint before covering your mouth with your hands, talking just loud enough for Renae to hear you but no one else. "Blink twice if you can hear us." It was a joke. There's no way- And then he's blinking. Once. Twice.  "Oh bitch-tits." You want to scream, grabbing Renae's wrist, pushing through the crowd. "Fuck, dude, this is going to be my thirteenth reason, I swear to fuck-"  He watches the two of you go. He shouldn't be interested. You're just some snot nosed kid. But… how you spoke, the chaotic-ness of it all. The way the light caught your hair, the curves of your body, the way that skirt flares up as you scurry away... he's intrigued to say the least…
💫 Homelander wasn't normally so… interested in the general public, but he had been quick to commit your face and voice to memory. He had actually stumbled upon you, finding out you worked at some high-end retail job. You dealt with snooty people and all the while kept up that pretty little customer service smile despite the clear signs of barely concealed frustration searing under your skin. He could smell the heat of your blood and watched you through the building's walls when you went on break and sat down stiffly, just to scream into your hands. It started out as something funny because he found your misery amusing and then the descent into madness started.
💫 It was like he went through the five stages of grief. At first he had convinced himself that he keeps watching you out of sheer amusement. And then he started to take in more pieces of you: how you took care of things you treasure; how you cared and cooed at the plants that were in your house; how you talked to that damn fish that your treasured so much; your little mannerisms- things he started to find… cute. Then it was denile: no he didn't find you cute he found you amusing. He laughed when you seethed about your toast burning; how you had a breakdown as soon as you got off work because the crushing weight of living in a capitalistic society came crashing down on you; how you talked to yourself like you were having a full blown conversation with another person- you were amusing. And then came the realization and then rage: how dare you make him feel like this? You were just a sniveling little thing. He was a god. How dare you? And then came acceptance. He was… casual when he accepted it. Like all the turmoil had fallen off his shoulders. He was watching you, taking in how you nurtured your "plant children", how you talked to them and wiped the dust off their leaves. It made his heart flutter.
💫 After that, his casual viewings become much more of a time investment as he pays closer and closer attention to you. Every waking moment he has when he's not busy juggling the press and Vought, is spent watching you. Taking in information and storing it in his brain for safe keeping: what you like to eat; your favorite type of plant; your dream vacation; what type of fish you have (you have a betta. He searched them up. He learned all about them to feel closer to you). 
💫 Soon enough, observing isn't enough. He starts to go into your apartment when you're not home, looking at the coziness of your space. Taking in the scent and looking at your plants and your Betta fish that flares his gills at him. It makes him snort in amusement. How cute. He'll lay on your bed, shoving his face into your pillows and inhaling deeply, moaning in contentment. 
💫 He also starts to "coincidentally" run into you on the streets. He finds it so funny each time you gawk at him. A "holy fuck!" Leaving you as you gesture wildly, "it's fucking Homelander!" 
○ He's not too keen on your potty mouth, but he supposes he can let it slide. He's just as bad.
💫 He smiles his charming little smile as he'll make small talk with you, his hands on his hips as he takes you in. He loves knowing how much stronger he is than you and he has to fight hard to keep from popping a boner. You're so fun to talk to, you say the most out of pocket things:
"Yeah, like, almost got stabbed by a homeless man today. Like, 0/10 would not recommend." You said, looking at your nails. Frowning about the nail polish already chipping. "Yeah, well, not many people put 'being stabbed' at the top of their list of things to happen to them." He replies with a laugh, moving closer to you, taking in that mellow perfume you wear. "I mean, I'm down for knife play, but I'm a classy slut. You have to take me to dinner first." He's flabbergasted. He loves it.
💫 He begins to insert himself into your life, taking up more and more of your free time, you don't even notice it at first. How he just… starts spending time at your home. How you two begin a ritual of movie night every Saturday (he forced Vought to make that day his off day. He was not to be called under any circumstance short of the world going to implode on itself). You have so many emotions in that body of yours and he finds it amusing when you gasp or a look of disgust crosses your face at something a character did. You'd be horrible at poker.
"What the fu-" He has an easy smile on his face as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places his hand over your mouth. Not threateningly. More playful than anything. You simply hold onto his hand with both of yours as you watch the screen. 
💫 You catch him off guard all the time. Your girly appearance gives nothing away to the chaotic tendencies. You were the closest thing to an actual agent of chaos he's seen. He once watched you, while you were with that little friend of yours- Renae- run across the street as a group of men cat called you, swinging your purse at high velocity speed, yelling: "I'll fucking end your bloodline!" The men were terrified and scurried off screaming "crazy bitch!" You had given Renae a thumbs up, proud of yourself. He also watched you steal a pro-life abortion sign "saying Jesus wouldn't want this" and javelin throwing it into someone's backyard pool before bolting down the street, cackling. Both times in heels. Both times he was weirdly turned on. 
💫 He likes how girly you dress. He loves it actually. He loves all the soft pastel colors you wear and the pleated skirts. It makes you look soft and delicate and he's obsessed with it. He has a tendency to pull at the hem of your skirt, flick it up slightly. You just give him a dead stare and lift up your skirt. "Shorts, bitch." You do it every time and he thinks it's funny.
💫 He hates that you're home screen is a collage of Soldier Boy with that stupid cursive font saying: "my daddy is super dead, but he could still hit it <;3". He hates it and then your lock screen is of your fish.
"Why do you have that?" He asks with disdain.  "What?" She asks looking up at him. He rolls his eyes. "Don't play stupid. Why is he your wallpaper? He's dead. He's been dead." Sure, that was his hero but like hell he wanted to see that man's charming smirk on your homescreen. "Soldier Boys is hot." You say it with all the seriousness of someone telling a prophecy. Homelander's eye twitches. "And I'm not." "No. You are. With your slutty waist." She assures him. "But Soldier Boy is the OG daddy." He scoffs. 
● He ends up stealing your phone later on when you're not looking and changing the wallpaper himself, having memorized your password.
💫 For as flirty and raunchy your mind was, you were oddly freaked out of genuine touch. The first time he tried to make a move on you, you screamed and almost gave yourself a concussion with how you fell over the arm of the couch. He was stunned until you explained you had issues with romantic touch. "Daddy issues, am I right?" She tries to play it off with a laugh. He is not laughing. Later, though, he starts to find it amusing, taking the chance to make you squirm and blush is so funny to him. He revels in your pain and embarrassment.
● He has killed people who had done the same. Like, actually snapped a guy's neck for it.
💫 He is NOT thrilled when you talk about wanting to rail fictional characters. He actually gets pouty. Genuinely gets pissy. He tries to ban you from watching anime.
"But. Toji hot." "I don't care if 'Toji hot'. He spits. "Toji is a fictional character. You need a real man that knows how to please you." You look at him, eating a spoonful of cereal despite his protests about eating it so late. You chew slowly and swallow. "Toji's got that potent dad nut. It works, John." Homelander practically chokes on his spit at that.
💫 He lets you call him John. He likes when you call him John. Call him John.
💫 He actually tries to be better for you because you've voiced how you didn't like when people get hurt. He tries. Key word tries to be more aware, to be a better person. Just for you. 
💫 Absolutely goes insane if you praise him. It's all he wants and all her craves. You've casually complimented him once and he's latched onto it ever since. He's infatuated with your praise. He's like a puppy, looking to you after he did a good deed, looking to you when he does a chore right. It's almost better than sex for him. Almost.
💫 He's elated when you let him lay in your lap. Despite how squeamish you were about sex, you craved physical touch and, guess what? So does he! He's obsessed with laying down and taking in your sweet scent, your fingers playing with his hair as you scroll through your phone. He adores the casual touches you leave on him, adore every time you hang onto his arm. He knows you don't mean anything romantic, but it still fills a hole to have a genuine companion that cares about him in his life. 
💫 You've helped him after a breakdown, when his mind felt like it was splitting and his ego was taking in a mind of its own- and then there you were. In all your pretty, pastel colored and pleated skirt glory.
"John?" You say softly, not approaching him just yet. Giving him the space he needs. "Do you need a hug?" He's breathing hard. He didn't know why he came to your apartment. He thought he was going back to his penthouse in Vought towers. But no. Here he was. And you're standing there, confused about your pretty features. The chaotic side of you is completely gone for the moment. He just stares at you. Of course you'd run to some bitch. A voice hisses in his head. We're a god among men and you come crawling to some fucking-  He squeezes his eyes shut. Your eyes soften. "Come on." You say, your voice soft and gently. A soft coo to him. "Let's sit you down." You open the door wider for him and he trudges in, looking completely drained. He sinks into your couch and you disappear into your room and come out with a fuzzy blanket. The one you wrap around the two of you have movie night. You drape it over him, gently. "It's ok, sweetheart," you say. "I don't know what's happening but you're safe now." He almost scoffs. No one could touch him. He was The Homelander. But… how you said it. It made his chest ache with something heavy. "Can… Can you hold me?" He practically whispers. "Of course, honey." You open your arms up for him. He immediately melts into your hold, his head pressing against the crook of your neck, his hands desperately clinging to the back of your shirt. He sucks in a breath of your scent before he breaks, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as his sobs into you.  He's not a pretty crier. But who is? You run your hand through his hair. Your cheek resting against his head. It feels strange to see a man that could be your father break down. But you had a feeling he was a mess on the inside. All that bravado and charisma making up for an abysmal childhood.  It takes him a while to calm down. His puffy eyes blinking, his blue eyes glassy, he sniffles.  "Oh, sweetie," you coo, swiping your thumb under his eyes to wipe the tear streaks away. "You look like a mess." You say softly, not to make fun of him. Just to state an obvious fact. He sniffles, glaring at you.  You smile at him and he melts.
💫 He won't let you paint his nails, but he wants to paint your nails. He has a pension for picking colors related to him. You make fun of him for it. 
💫 He lets you put accessories in his hair. ONLY when it's movie night. He did accidentally go to a meeting with a hair clip that has rhinestones that spelt 'JUICY' on it. The Seven stayed silent and he was embarrassed as hell when he saw it in the mirror of the window.
💫 HE IS ACTUALLY TRAUMATIZED WHEN YOU FIGURE OUT HE WEARS A BODYSUIT OH MY GOD. HE SUFFERS. THAT'S HOW YOU GET HIM BACK FOR MESSING WITH YOUR FLUSTEREDNESS.
"What's up, my cute stick bug." "Shut the fuck up."  You are the only person allowed to poke fun at him about that. Anyone else would get obliterated.
💫 If you involve him in picking out your outfits, he has hit Nirvana. He has truly seen heaven. He actually has a pretty solid eye for clothes. But he will take the opportunity to coordinate an outfit that has colors that compliment his hero outfit. If you notice, he'll play dumb.
💫 Anyway, congratulations, you have an OP friend. Until he isn't content with just being friends any more….
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felswritingfire · 7 months
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Hello, could write a pickle x reader headcanons I really like the way how you write baki characters
You want Pickle? You got Pickle 😤😤
Also these fall in the category of like, companion HCs? You can read them as romantic if you'd like though! I just imagine Pickle likes and craves a sense of community!
TW: The reporter scene is briefly and vaguely mentioned right in the beginning, (but I skipped that entire scene), other than that, none!
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When the news said the Caveman was on the loose you never expected him to show up at your house. He was huge- a hulking monster of pure muscle and animalistic tendencies. He had just walked into your life unexpectedly. You opened the door of your humble little cabin to find him curled up and asleep on your porch. Your breath is caught in your throat. You had heard the stories- everyone had- about how he attacked that reporter; how he ate the leg of Sea King Retsu; how he had taken Katsumi Orochi's arm- the story was plastered everywhere.  You felt your anxiety spike as his eyes fluttered open; dark eyes framed with long lashes that he looked up at you from under. He sits up, his body moving with all the urgency of a damn Leopard being woken up from its nap by some insignificant bug: lackadaisical in his movements. He's staring at you now, even sitting down he was about eye level with you. He tilts his head before his big hand, tipped with sharp talon-like nails, slowly looks towards you. You flinch. This is how you die. Being eaten by a damn caveman. What a way to go. But he doesn't eat you and he doesn't hurt you, instead patting your cheek in a curious sort of way and cooing at you. And thus, you and Pickle became friends.
🦴 Pickle is a curious guy. You have to really teach him the ropes on modern day civilization. Which, he understands on something akin to an animal like basis, for example: lights bright. Car hard. But outside of that, it's up to you to help him out because he liked your little cabin in the woods on the outskirts of the city and, good luck trying to get him out now, he's here to stay.
🦴 He ends up breaking a lot of things in your house out of sheer panic or just wanting to see how something worked. You had to replace the microwave after he punched a hole through it after it beeped and then he proceeded to rip it out of the wall and tear into it with his fangs. He accidentally broke the lamp on your coffee table because he bumped into it when he was looking around your living room. Sniffing at things and poking around at your plush couch. He seemed to feel about the lamp. He hates the microwave. Even after you showed him it was fine.
"See, Pickle? It's ok," you tried to soothe the behemoth of a man, introducing him to your new microwave. "It heats up food for us and that beep just tells us when it's ready." He sniffed at the new one before he growled and turned his head away. Detesting the piece of technology already.
🦴 That being said, he is entranced by the dryer. When you need him to leave you alone for a bit? Throw a load of laundry, or a blanket, into the dryer and he will sit there and watch it the entire time. Little human equivalent purrs leaving him as his eyes follow the circular motion.
🦴 He also adores how warm the fabric is after it comes out and the jingle of the dryer is significantly softer on his ears than the high pitched beep of the microwave. He'll beam happily at you if you wrap the blanket around him. He'll wear it like a shawl for the rest of the day. He kind of looks like a really adorable little Granny with how he delicately holds it with both of his hands, determined to avoid puncturing it with his claws despite how sharp and lethal they are. He loves his blanket. You got him one with little dinosaurs on the fuzzy fabric.
🦴 Actually follows you everywhere. He's like a dog. You had to fight with him to keep him from entering the bathroom after you. And even then he sits outside the door. Waiting for you to come out. It's literally like having a dog, but he is not a dog. He is a caveman. A big ass caveman.
🦴 Speaking of dog-like tendencies though, he's very eager to please, and since he now views you as a smaller (I don't care how big you are, that man is made out of pure muscle and he towers over everyone in the anime, you are not big next to him), weaker part of his little "clan", he'll bring you dead animals so you can eat. Sometimes he's out for the whole day until he comes back from a "hunt" covered in mud and leaves as he drops the biggest boar you have ever seen in your front yard.
"Pickle?" You cry, your hands flying to your head as you look at the gargantuan of a dead boar. The caveman is beaming at you, nuzzling his cheek against your own as your eyes bug out of your head. Aren't you proud of me? You're more than positive he'd be saying if he could talk. Your hands begin to pick the leaves out of his hair as take a double-take at him. "Oh, my god you're filthy- no! Wait! Where did you find that thing?" He doesn't respond, not even paying attention to your panic as he just preens under the "grooming" you're doing for him. "I feel like you went somewhere illegal." You mutter, looking down at him as he presses his face to your chest. Sighing with contentment. "You know we're going to have to take you a bath, right?" His eyes widened. His whole body freezing before he looks at you with puppy eyes. "No. Dude. You're stinky." He whines.
🦴 Pickle isn't the biggest fan of baths, but he likes when you scrub his hair with that good smelling shampoo. He tried to eat it when you first introduced him to it and you had to fight with him to keep him from ingesting the damn thing. He's enamored with the bubbles that will sometimes come out of the top. His eyes brightened when it first happened and he cooed at the multicolored orb before it popped and he laughed like an excited child. Of course, much deeper and gruffer.
🦴 He also likes when wash his back and he'll practically grumble in happiness as you wash him with that bristle brush you got him. He tries to return the favor, but… he's kind of rough (he leaves your skin raw and he has accidentally nicked you a couple of times with his claws. Each time he feels awful about it). He's working on it.
🦴 Stemming off of that, brushing his teeth was a nightmare the first couple of times- he hates the minty taste, it stings his tongue and he about smacked you into the wall when you tried to brush his tongue. He has… a very sensitive gag reflex. So you busted out the baby toothbrushes and paste instead and he likes those way better. A pain in the ass to clean his fangs, but he's not as fussy about it anymore.
🦴 He's actually not that hard to buy clothes for! He let's you dress him up in pretty much anything! The hardest part is getting clothes that fit him properly. He does have a preference for the softer fabric of clothes, it reminds him of the blanket you got him. He's also not a huge fan of skinny jeans. They squeeze his legs too tight.
🦴 He also starts dragging people to your (/his) house. It started with this kid named Baki and you almost had a heart attack when he just walked in carrying this kid by the back of the shirt and placed him down in the middle of your living room. He just looked around blinking before he said: "yo," with a wave. Then Katsumi and Retsu followed and now you have been unofficially adopted into the friend group.
● On a side note, Baki really does become attached to you as his sort of sibling/parental figure depending on how nurturing you are, especially if you're more masculine side, because we all know that kid has the BIGGEST daddy issues. He also tends to come and hang around your house without Pickle "kidnapping" him. He also opens up about himself to you and he'll talk a bit more about his feelings about his dad. You conclude he needs a therapist but you don't tell him that. Just having you and Pickle listen to him really helps. If you give Baki any sort of parental love, he will absolutely melt.
●● On another, another side note. Baki one time brought Jack to the house and Pickle went insane. He hates that guy with a passion. He freaks him out and he made sure you knew that when he was spitting and growling at him to get out of his den. You had to keep the peace between them because Jack was itching for a fight. Now, you and Jack will hang out on chill terms and Pickle will be pouting in the corner, glaring at the two of you.
🦴 Hates when other people are at the house that he doesn't know. It feels like an encroachment of his territory and he almost murdered the poor UPS guy for dropping off a package.
🦴 When it's time to sleep, he's taken to climbing into your bed and curling around you like some big ass cat. He likes to keep you close, likes to know you're safe- and what better way than to wrap himself around you when you're at your most vulnerable! He has this thing about sleeping with his back against the wall, so he'll take the side closest to the wall but have you tucked up against his chest. Spooning is his favorite thing ever.
🦴 His second favorite thing is the TV. He's hooked on the bright colors. You've started to show him less stimulating shows before bed time, like Bluey or nature documentaries. He adores ones about dinosaurs, his eyes lights up when he recognizes some of them, pointing and letting out happy grunts as he looks at you. He likes to have you sit down and watch them with him. He likes being close to you in general.
🦴 He tries to show you things. He's dragged you out on more than one occasion to a huge tree and tried to show you how to climb it or tried to show you how to take down your own prey. It's in these moments, where you show him that you can't, that he gets a little melancholy. He'll take your hand in his huge, strong ones and gently move your fingers: taking in your blunt/manicured nails and your blunt teeth and realize just how different you two are. How the flow of time had physically manifested itself into a distinct difference in physiology between the two of you. It also makes him burn bright with determination to protect you, though.
🦴 Scenting. The big guy scents… everything. He's particularly dead set on scenting you. He'll rub his face all over you when you have to go out: to the grocery store, to work, to hang out- anywhere. He gets pouty when you come back covered in different scents. He'll rub his face against yours grumbling and reprimanding you in his own way as he pouts.
🦴 He play fights! He adores play fighting and he'll roll around with you all day. He'll be especially ecstatic if you initiate it first because that means you aren't scared of him!
🦴 He's actually started to pick up on the language from studying people and you. He catches certain words and context clues that help him understand a situation better. If you teach him sign language, he's excited! He can finally talk to you! He'd most likely remain nonverbal, be that out of not having the vocals adapted for it or just a preference. He loves being able to communicate with you.
● Bonus: if you teach the fighting boys sign language (if they don't already know), Pickle will be so ecstatic he might cry because that means he gets to talk with all his loved ones!
🦴 The more time you two spend together, the more attached he gets and the more he begins to treat you as his companion- be that a mate or a friend. He adores you and nothing will change that.
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felswritingfire · 7 months
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It took me a while to realize you and the other blog are the same because i saw fel and your pfp
I have a third one that's just for my reblogs that has the Fel as my pfp and then a fourth one that's a secret, you know. For drama 💅💅
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felswritingfire · 1 year
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This is just a reblog from my art blog since, like, yeah- tis still be me lmao
OH SHIT, BEFORE I FORGET FOR THE 90TH TIME SJL;KFJL;KFJ
I have a blog specifically dedicated to Housamo now!
It's called Re-samo!
Well, I say it's dedicated to Housamo, it's more like, dedicated to @summonerscenarios and I's OCs to celebrate knowing each other for three years and Housamo happens to be the thing that caused us to meet! I unfortunately I do not take any requests on there, but! I am totally willing to chatter about it (especially since I've finally finished reading chapter 12- I have a lot of emotions about that one lmao)
But yeah! Feel free to stop on by and chat! I have a couple of drawings scheduled for it so that's cool!
Anyway, have a nice day and look forward to some OFF game art because I am falling back into the hole man lmao
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felswritingfire · 1 year
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hello!! i just wanted to say that you're doing the lord's work with your hades fics im absolutely obsessed 😭😭😭💖💖💖
THANK YOU SO MUCH, I HAVE MORE WIPS INVOLVING HADES TBH
I still have the second part of the Cthonic gods x Shade! Reader and I just
I stare at it all the time in pain djdnskkdks
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felswritingfire · 1 year
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Hi! I just discovered your writing and loved them 😊 I was just wondering if you were still active?
See, I feel like that GIF from that one pirate claymation movie that's like "Yes but actually no" but I genuinely lurk on here and I want to write/draw and post so bad, I just haven't had time to do it djkdkdkd
And it bums me out because there's so many great asks sitting in my inbox 😭😭
But otherwise, yes, I have plans to be more active! At some point jkdkfkd
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felswritingfire · 1 year
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𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆!
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A collab event for everything that involves monsters, hybrids and paranormal creatures!
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ꕤ Read the rules carefully!
ꕤ You need to be 18+ to participate!
ꕤ There is no word limit or what format it needs to be! (Artists are also very welcome)
ꕤ All Fandoms are welcome!
ꕤ You can join multiple times but please make sure not to do any character/monster combo twice!
ꕤ Everything monster, hybrid or paranormal creature themed is welcome!
ꕤ If you want to join please send me an ask with the character and what kind of monster!
ꕤ Please use #Monsterfuckersunite! when posting and tag me in it!
ꕤ There is no deadline!
ꕤ If you have any questions just reach out to me please
ꕤ Don’t forget to share the word to your fellow monsterfuckers 🖤
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felswritingfire · 1 year
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Could you do Dislyte Drew with breeding kink headcanons?
TW: Breeding Kink; Reader is described as AFAB but pronouns are not explicit; Other TW's will be added before the individuals snippets
Ok, so I know you only asked for Drew, but I had to throw in Sander and Freddy to make sure we had the Furry Triad lmao, so pls forgive for the two extras in there. Also I just went with an AFAB reader because, well, I know how those work lmaoooo also it's been a while since I've written smut so, just to be om the safe side jdkdkd
So if you'd like AMAB instead totes send in an ask!
(Extra note from Fel: I JUST READ THE HC PART AND I WROTE THESE AS FUCKING MINI SCENARIOS OMG, I'M SO SORRY, IF YOU WANT ME TO REWRITE THEM, YOU CAN TOTALLY ASK OMG 😭😭😭)
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Drew:
TW: Whiny Drew; Dom leaning Reader; Sub leaning Drew; Begging
“Are you alright, love?” Drew’s voice was gentle against the shell of your ear, his wet nose nuzzling against your sweaty neck. You shivered as his long, pink tongue licked slow stripes against your pulse. “We can-” he let out a labored breath at the way you pulsed around him- “we can take a break- you’ve already helped me so much, I don’t want to-” his ramble cut off into a moan as you squeezed your legs harder around his thin waist, pulling him close to you. 
He had already cum in you twice, but he was still hard- pulsing with want and need inside of you. You were already so sensitive, but the desperate, ghost of whines that you sound from the back of his throat, like he was in physical pain, and how could you possibly leave him like that? So, once again, you grind your hips against his the best you can- pulling him as deep as he’ll go. “It’s ok-” you whimper- “I’ll be ok- move, baby, move.”
A full body shiver rushes over him and in a sudden, fluid movement, he’s squeezing you close to him as he begins to piston himself in and out of you. “Thank you! Th-thank you, my darling- my good darling- my sweet darling-” he slurs, rubbing his muzzle against your cheek- “you’re so good to me- so, so sweet and caring and- and-” 
His words began to bleed together as his thrusts became sloppier, hips shaking as he chased his high. He pulled away from you, pausing for a moment in his movements to push your shoulders down and pressing you against the mattress. 
You can’t help but think he looks beautiful like this: ears flickering wildly, his purple eyes bright with energy, tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth- Drew looks like an utterly, perfect mess.
A moan rips out of your throat at the sudden explosion of pleasure from the stimulation of his thumb rubbing firm circles on your sensitive clit. 
You barely  caught his mumbles as high pitched begging: “please cum with me- please, please, please, darling- please, I’ll do anything for you. I love you, I love you. Cum, cum, cum, cum-”
It was enough to push you over the edge. You convulsed around him, reaching out to him and dragging him down as soon as he leaned back down, his arms buckling from being suddenly dragged into his climax as well. You cling onto him, hips spasming as you ride out your orgasm.  
Your stomach feels so heavy with heat, cum threatening to spill out of the sides of Drew’s knot as it locks into you. 
Drew is still trembling by the time he regains his composure, his ears flickering forward and a heat flushing over him. “Ah, darling, may we go one more time? Please?”
Freddy:
TW: Dirty Talk; Pet Play(?); use of the word ‘pet’ (not on Freddy); Implied Size Kink; Mentions of a Knot (he’s a wolf, duh- bro got furrified, we die like men)
You felt like the air was being pressed out of your chest as the fat head of Freddy’s dick pushed into you You couldn’t believe that it was only the head- it was already giving you such a burning stretch, causing a tremble in your lower belly and a gush of fluid to come out of you. You trembled, face flushing deeper in embarrassment. 
“Oh, fuck-” Freddy choked, rocking his hips back a forth, only barely pressing himself in and out of you- “how is the rest of me gonna fit?”
You didn’t know if he was talking to you, but you hoped he wasn’t because he began to put more weight into his short thrusts, bit by bit his length sheathing inside of you and stretching you wider and wider; the veins on the underside of his shaft were throbbing against your gummy walls, the heaviness settling inside of you as if it was weighing itself in your throat. 
You yelped when he gave a rougher thrust, lifting you by your hips and bullying his way into you. Tears weighed heavy on your lash line as the sudden zing of pain and over sensitivity shot up your spine. “F-Freddy-”
“No- no- ah-” he hunched forward, resting all his weight on one thick, burly arm next to your head. His snout nuzzled against your throat as his fur shifted like waves in shivers. “Fuck- try to relax- ‘m gonna cum too early if you don’t.” He was already slurring his words, almost like he was drunk. And maybe he was because you weren’t faring any better with how hazy your brain was beginning to get. 
‘-gonna cum too early-’ Your brain clung to that tiny phrase like a lifeline. You could already see the way he’d bare his teeth, how drool would come from the sides of his mouth, the tight crease between his eyebrows- fuck, he’d be so fucking pretty. You squeezed around him, a pulse of arousal causing your walls to clamp around his thick cock.
He whined, whole body shaking like an earthquake. He sucked in a deep breath, yellow eyes flashing with a warning. “Don’t- don’t do that, unless you want me to fuck you into the matress.”
You let out a moan at that- wanton, needy. 
A nasty smirk pulled at his lips. “Oh? You like the thought of that? The thought of your big man fucking you like a bitch in heat?” He started to rock his hips, grinding against you, much needed pressure being applied to your clit. You trembled, mouth hanging open in soft pants. “Fuckin’ fill ya up til’ you can’t take anymore?” Each word was emphasized with a hard thrust and growl. “Maybe I’ll plug you up with a knot- had to get used to that thing, you know? It’ll be a stretch-” his grin grew, eyes swirling with an almost unhinged sense of energy- “we can make it fit? Don’t ya think? You’ll be a good pet for me while I fuck you and fill you up over-” you almost choked on your spit when he suddenly grabbed you by the undersides of you knees and practically folded you in half- “and over-” he began to thrust fast, moaning loud in your ear as all you could do was cling to him, your voice high pitched and whiney with almost screams from each thrust- “and over again. Would you just love that, baby?”
Sander: 
TW: Sander is fucking mean; Overstimulation; Sadistic Tendencies (Sanders); Biting/Nipping; Blatant Dom/Sub Dynamics; Dirty Talk (use of the reader being called ‘whore’ , 'slut' and ‘toy’)
Sander had your chest pressed flat to his desk, his hips jackhammering into you without a care for your own pleasure. The hard edge of the wood dug into your stomach. “S-Sander,” you whimper. “S’hurts- p-please just a little more gentle-” your plea is interrupted by a yelp ripped out of you as the Espers’ huge hand grabs your arm and pulls you back, forcing your back to arch at an uncomfortable angle. 
“You asked for this- now stop complaining and be a good whore.” He bit out, tilting his hips up to fuck into you. 
Stars exploded behind your eyes, your legs trembled with the effort of standing up. Your shoulder was sore with bite marks and bruises from where he had nipped at you. He seemed more frustrated than normal today, using you as his main source of stress relief. 
He leans over his chest pressed flush against your back, his hip movements precise and calculating. His breath was hot against your ear, “you like this don’t you?” His voice was gravelly, low in his throat. “Like being a good little toy for me don’t you? The perfect fucking slut for me to spill myself into.” His breathing began to get labored, his thrusts becoming more firm, more sporadic. 
The air in your throat being jostled out of you as he pulls your hips back against him. You try to call out his name, try to whimper out how good you feel when he shoves his long fingers into your mouth. He holds your tongue down, giving the rough command of: “suck.” 
And you do. Eyes watering as you try your best to purse your lips and lathe your tongue over the two digits, even as he pushed them further down your throat. You gagged and he let out a breathless laugh that quickly bled into a long, drawn out moan as his dick twitched. His hand darted down to your clit and he began to rub rough circles into it. The electric pleasure dancing up and down your back had you twitching and letting out muffled whining, the tears finally spilling over your cheeks. 
The pain of sharp fangs digging into your shoulder made you shudder, tipping you into your orgasm, your body spasming around him and your legs almost buckled from under your if Sander wasn’t holding you up, almost squeezing the breath out of you with how tightly his arms squeezed you against him. He let out a guttural growl, his movements stopping all together as he pressed himself as far into you as possible. The heat of his cum causes you to shudder again, your eyes squeezing shut at the sudden over stimulation. 
The room was silent for a moment, Sander having pulled his fingers out and allowing you to lean against the now cold desk, catching your breath, before you let out a startled yelp as he dragged his hips out again, slowly. 
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” 
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felswritingfire · 1 year
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you've done freddy and sander can you do drew x m!reader to complete gay furry trio
TW: None
Slowly (slowly) chipping away at these! Sorry about the wait for them, omg, I've been BUSY lmao. Anyway, more Dislyte on the way and then hopefully I'll be able to tackle some Baki the Grappler!
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🐾 It takes a while for Drew to begin to pursue you. What with his more shy demeanor when it comes to the more romantic arts and his unyielding sense of duty to the House of Ramses (not to mention the Union)- he’s hesitant to pursue you despite how deep his attraction runs. 
🐾 It takes Brynn and Q to push him to even try and attempt to ask you out. It was actually Q who pointed it out (of course he would, he has the power of Eros on his side despite his resentment of it, sometimes it comes in handy, like now-) having noticed all of the signs:
“You have a thing for (Y/N), don’t you?” He accused, pointing at the butler.
Brynn raised her brows at the way Drew continued to add creamer to  the iced coffee she had asked for. “Uh, that’s enough, Drew-”
His shoulders jerked back and he scrambled to regain his normal posture. “I apologize, Ms. Brynn-” his voice shaky before he cleared his throat to continue- “if you wish for me to make you another one more to your taste, feel free to ask-”
“Naw, it’s all good!” She jumped up from the coach to go and grab the cup. She settled back into her seat, grinning over the rim of the cup as she took a sip. “Sometimes I need a little bit more pep in my step, thanks, Drew.”
“Ah, well,” he fixed his cuff, the butterfly that enjoyed staying with him fluttering about him. “As long as you are enjoying yourself, I suppose it’s fine.”
“Soooo,” Q drawled, drawing the attention back to himself. “You do like (Y/N), don’t ya, old man?”
“I don’t see what sort of relevance this has with anything.”
“Oh, it has every sort of relevance, Old Man.” Q’s wings gave two firm flaps to lift him from the couch, soon fluttering to keep him afloat as he leaned back, pointing two fingers at him. “Because our very own Old Man of the Esper Union has a big fat  C-R-U-S-H on the pretty errand boy-”
Drew’s hand suddenly slapped over Q’s mouth, the wisps of his cloak seemingly flaring more than usually. “I would prefer if you would lower your voice, Mr. Q.” He said, his voice low and ringing with a growl. The tiny Esper’s eyes were the size of saucers, his wings stuttering mid flap. 
“Woah! No freakin’ way! You have a thing for (Y/N), Drew? He is the sweetest thing, man!” Brynn said, scooting further off the seat to set her cup down on the coffee table and turning her focus to the butler. “When’re you gonna ask him out?”
“Ah, well, I…” Drew had let go of Q, his ears flicking back.
Q gasped for air, voice considerably lower. “You are planning on asking them out, right, Old Man?”
Drew stiffened, ears pressing flat against his head. “Oh my gods, you can’t not ask him out, Drew!” 
“Yeah, Old Man, you gotta! Hold on, me and Brynn’ll come up with something.”
“No, that is very considerate but you do not have to-” 
But it was too late, neither of them were listening to him, too caught up in brainstorming ingenious ways to get the two of you together. 
🐾 Spoiler alert, none of these were ingenious ways and each time they pitched an idea to him it was shot down with a furious head shake (much akin to a wet dog as Q loved to point out. Brynn always smacked him over the head) and veheminate and polite denial. 
“What do you mean?” Q cried. “Covering yourself in chocolate and being all seductive on his bed is the perfect way to his heart!”
“No!” Drew cleared his voice, struggling to keep his voice even. “No, it is not. Imagine the mess and the shock he’d suffer. A hard no, Mr. Q.”
“Party pooper.”
🐾 It’s up to Drew to confess to you before those two do it for him in the most embarrassing and concerning way they can possibly come up with (completely unintentional, but Drew caught sight of them making giant posters of his head and putting them on sticks- he’s pretty sure he saw crude hearts drawn in his pupils (well, eyes, considering the lack of said pupils)- he has no idea what they’re for and shutters to think of the purpose). 
🐾  He takes you to a quiet garden, somewhere safe and peaceful, bringing a picnic he made for lunch. In the quiet after-lunch lull is when he confesses to you. 
“I apologize if this is too sudden,” He begins, voice gentle and almost timid, your focus coming to him. “But I wanted to… inform you of my… my feelings for you before you heard from another.” His gaze moves from the plates he’s gently putting away to your wide eyes, a gentle smile on his muzzle. “But I am irrevocably and utterly attracted to you and, if you would entertain a simple butler such as myself, I would love it.”
🐾  If you don’t reciprocate his feelings (Note from Fel: awful, stinky, I will beat your ass if you break this poor baby's heART, DO YOU HEAR ME?) he will simply nod and accept your answer. He won’t treat you any differently, but there is a notable amount of longing sighs to be heard when he’s in the room. 
🐾  If you accept his confession (Note from Fel: the only viable option tbh), he will be over the moon and softly ask if he can embrace you. 
🐾  Honestly a large chunk of your relationship consists of him asking if it’s ok if he does something for you- consent is very important to him. 
🐾  You are so damn spoiled by this man. He is a top tier butler, you are being treated like royalty, though you might have to remind him to calm down because, sometimes, he falls back into the role a little too easily again. 
🐾  He gets embarrassed about it, but if you’re gentle about it and remind him that it just shows how much he loves you, he will cover his face with his hands and his ears will wiggle, a high pitched whine will leave him- but he’ll be over the moon. 
🐾 He most likely doesn’t weigh that much, so if you are so inclined: carry him. Lift him into your arms and press a kiss to the side of his head. He’ll be a puddle in your arms.
🐾  But be careful because he’s kind of long (he’s 5’10” which isn’t crazy, but it’s still tall (at least to me *stares off in short*). 
🐾  The two of you become the Union’s dads- no and’s, if’s, or but’s- you are now team dad. The younger Espers already held an admiration for Drew, it just rolled over to you now that the two of you are together- though, in that same vein: some of the recruits are gonna be very… judgmental about you. Well, judgmental in the sense that they don’t want Drew hurt. He’s very much appreciated at the Union and it’d break their hearts to see him broken-hearted- and if you’re the cause of it? Hoo-boy, you have a whole storm coming. 
🐾  If they get a little too aggressive in their approach with you then Drew will step in- he will not sit idly by and watch his boyfriend be put down. He’d literally rather eat glass. 
🐾 I’m so sorry to say, you’ll have to make an honest effort to get along with Ollie if you don’t already because he loves that boy so much, he practically raised him- and he’s one of the only things left from his former home? Yeah, it’s a bit of a deal breaker if you don’t get along with the dude, unfortunately. And Ollie, when he first meets you- even if he’s still mad at Drew and going on the blame train with him about what happened (which like, look, I love Ollie but I was gonna beat the FUCK out of him when that part popped up in the story, ok?)- he’s still going to be the most difficult and judgy bitch imaginable. He’s very much the type to sabotage your relationship with Drew if he really doesn’t like you and thinks you’re a horrible fit for Drew. He won’t outright dictate Drew to break up with you, but he’ll definitely bring up some subtle points about you that get Drew thinking. 
🐾  Mind you, that doesn’t really mean much because if it ends up bothering him that much, he’ll simply sit down with you and ask to talk about it. But if it’s something that you can’t talk about with a level head, it might put a strain on the relationship, because Drew seems like the type to not be able to handle tension with loved ones very well (he has abandonment issues, what do you expect?), he’ll probably shut down and be very… quiet for a couple of days. Which will just piss Ollie off tbh. And if it continues then Brynn and Q will get involved. Man has a whole protection squad, they won’t forgive you if you do anything to hurt Drew, man. Also, Ollie is actually a very good judge of character so he most likely won’t do anything unless you give him bad vibes.
🐾 There’ll be little to no arguments in your guys’ relationship because Drew is an extremely mature person- also he hates arguing in general and, as mentioned before, if you two do slip into an argument for whatever reason- he’ll literally stonewall you. He’ll stop communicating if it goes on too long, dissociating from the situation, not responding to you- he just shuts down. It’s very jarring to see actually because it’s so unlike him, but you can tell he’s hurt by the way his ears are pinned back and he just stares down at his hands. At this point, you just have to give him space to calm down- honestly, the man is on the cusp of a panic attack and the only reason he shut down is because he doesn’t want to make you anymore upset than you already are- which, depending how well you respond to that, just makes you more angry/hurt- even if the situation wasn’t something of his doing. He’s got a lot of baggage bottled up inside of him and you have to be understanding and patient with him. 
🐾 If the arguments become a recurring thing, he’ll most likely break up with you despite how much it’ll hurt him (AND OLLIE WILL BE THERE STANDING ALL FUCKING FORBOADING AND SHIT LIKE A DAD ABOUT TO SHOOT HIS DAUGHTERS BOYFRIEND FOR MAKING HER CRY- IT’S ACTUALLY SO SCARY, DUDE-)
🐾  Long story short: he’s such a soft lover; all he wants is to hold your hand and spoil you, pls take good care of him. 50000/10, best thing since sliced bread, bro.
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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YES, I LOVE KENGAN ASHURA, IT'S DEADASS ONE OF MY COMFORT ANIMES PLS 😭😭😭
I KEEP BOMBARDING @kotobukicutie WITH ALL MY OCs AND HCs FOR THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE THEY'RE THE ONLY ONE IN MY FRIEND GROUP WHO HAS WATCHED IT AND THE NEW SEASON IS GONNA DROP NEXT YEAR, I'M LOSING MY MIND 😭😭😭😭
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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I've always wondered what sander, drew, and freddy were like before becoming espers. Like, were they always anthro dogs?? Or were they once human?
And since there are anthros, I hope we get garmr. Since we have hel, we have to have him too 😭. (Garmr is still my favorite in housamo and I want a dislyte version of the good boy)
I am a firm believer that they used to be humans once upon a time because how they talk about it, it doesn't really seem like a necessarily old occurrence but it also sounds like it's become normalized enough, so my bet is that is happened like 10-15 years ago because that is enough time for cities to crumble and for them to make organizations and stuff.
Also I run with that because it is both a tragedy and hysterical because A) that probably hurt like a motherfucker (Brynn mentioned pretty early that it was uncomfortable when her wings first appeared, so I can imagine how it must feel to go through a full blown forced physiological change because no one knows when someone will get chosen) and B) these Patrons deadass just decided "Ah, yes- allow us to begin the ✨️Furryfication✨️" because their human forms didn't fit their aesthetic.
ALSO IF THEY ADD GARMR I WILL FULL ON CRY 😭😭😭 tho, I have a feeling he won't be cute and cuddly like our dear boy from Housamo ;-;
Anyway have some of a doodle of how I think the boys would look if Set, Fenrir, and Anubis didn't change them:
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(I didn't want to draw Sander's mask-face thing sjskks)
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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What are your opinions on Drew having a tail? I think he (and Sander) should have one since Freddy has one, but it was brought to my attention because I saw someplace mentioning that they think he Has One but chooses to hide it because he sees it as a frivolity (and I find that pretty fitting) (for both him and probably Sander too if applied)
JDBDJDBDJD THAT IS ADORABLE BUT HAVE YOU CONSIDERED THE IDEA OF THEM HAVING LITTLE NUBBY TAILS??
I think personally why the don't have tails is because Anubis and Set don't have tails and they just decided to not put tails on Drew and Sander when they changed them- but this isn't Canon so like:
NUB TAILS NUB TAILS NUB TAILS
They'd probably be all embarrassed about it too: like, these two prim and proper guys having a little Shnauzer nub for a tail- they purposely and precisely place their clothes on a certain way to keep the fact that it wiggles when they get excited or mildly happy.
But if we're going with the idea that they have long tails and hide them: I think Drew would have a much easier time hiding it because I imagine his tail isn't near as bushy as Sander's would be; probably skinny, maybe you'd be able to see the boney notches in it. If he shows you it, that means he trusts you (the only reason Q knows about it is because he barged into the changing room and literally caught Drew with his pants down. The butler has sworn him to secrecy).
He also probably has a stupid amount of control over it too (same with Sander)- his ears maybe an easy indicator but his tail, if you ever see it out only gives that soft wag that you'll miss if you aren't staring at it.
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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I'm honored to be haunting you! If it gives you any peace of mind, it took breaking my back and scrunching my spine to lose a few centimeters of height. have a good night by the by!
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I- I-
I'M HAPPY YOU RECOVERED, JONNO 💖💖
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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I guess by all logistics we would be the same height but I'm relishing in the extra 2 centimeters taller than him (I might've been taller than Freddy if I hadn't lost height)
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I haveth been killed-
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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Two things, 1) Already a huge fan of your writing (and I think your drawing??) especially of Drew Sander and Freddy thank you very much and 2) Hell yeah I'm taller than Sander
1) OH MY LORD, I SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY WRITING (and my drawing!)!! 🥺🥺🥺💖💖 I love writing for Freddy and Drew, tho Sander is a little tricky, he's growing on me
And 2) YOU'RE TALLER THEN SANDER!?!??!?!
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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Honestly. Dating someone like sander would have it's advantages when it comes to shadow decree members not bothering you. Hell some may even try and risk their life for you cause it's either then dying by what ever is attacking you. Or by sander's own hand. And everyone knows dying by him is a worse fate than any miramon.
Plus you can also use this as an opportunity to further your own agenda, as long as it doesn't mess with sander's. You can use shadow decree members any way you see fit and no one can say otherwise cause it's your word against them and 9 time out of 10 he'll be on your side. (Unless they have credulous evidence against you. But even then he'll probably believe it's all fabricated. Cause he knows you wouldn't stoop so low, even more than most members, .... right?)
Sander is a little tricky to pin down as a character because he's very much into his own agenda- so I feel like if someone was as opportunistic as he was, they wouldn't do well together because he likes to exert control in all aspects of his life.
Tho, if you proved to use them in a way that benefitted him too I don't think he'd mind all that much. You just gotta remember who the big boss is.
He's kind of a dick tbh fjrkdkd
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felswritingfire · 2 years
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I think I'd like to have a little story about me and Freddy from Dislyte, if that's okay to request?
I mean, I don't see why not lol, this is a reader insert blog so like, pitch it to me and we'll see!
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