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Just Maybe

Disclaimers: NijiEn Fanfic | Piokuma | Vox Akuma 3.0 x Doppio Dropscythe 2.0 | BL / MLM | Strangers to crushes to lovers (?)

Summary: Maybe he didn't have to trash the place out of frustration. Maybe he didn't have to take a walk to cool himself down. But... but maybe he really shouldn't be staring...

"JuSt gO FoR a wAlK aLrEaDy!" He mocked, stomping his way down the familiar passage. "Go CoOl OfF! Geez, can't a guy just punch a wall to just punch a wall?"

Okay, so maybe he didn't just punch a wall because he burned himself on the toaster oven again. But it totally started it, he saw it giving him the evil eye!

("WITH WHAT EYES DOPPI??? WITH WHAT EYES???" screamed the Ver in his head again. Seriously, he swore it had eyes.)

Alright, sure, the toaster oven was innocent until he became the judge and sentenced it to a life of being broken, again, but it was with good reason! He was just trying to make a poptart in it with a little toaster strudel buddy, he didn't think twice about it. Now he has to be a "good boy" and go for a walk.

Yeah, whatever Ver, you keep thinking I just need a walk! He thought sulkily. Sure, he had qualities that rivaled the dogs in that popular animated movie and all, but he was a big scary wolf and not some dumb dog. His tail did not wag when he was called a good boy, it did not!

("Pio, you can say that all you want, but your advanced butt-whip just knocked over a vase of flowers, again." Ver, nobody calls it a butt-whip, it's a tail. Stop giving it weird names, last time you called it the Mess-Maker-Plume-Master-3,000.)

Maybe Ver was on to something, Doppio wasn't sure anymore. Maybe he shouldn't have punched the toaster oven so hard it busted through a wall. Maybe he shouldn't have chased after it to "finish the job" or whatever his wolf-aligned brain hyper focused on doing.

Although it did frustrate him that it burned him. Guilt slowly clawed its way into his heart. Maybe he was a bad boy and he should have tried being good a lot harder. Maybe he didn't have to trash the place out of frustration. Maybe he didn't have to take a walk to cool himself down. But... but maybe he really shouldn't be staring at the demon who was their neighbor five blocks away. Wait, since when did I even walk this far?? Oh, whatever, what is this dude doing, gardening? Lame.

Or so he thought it was until he saw how the literal butterflies just seemed to love the flowers so much. Like, they were made for the butterflies to feed from. Maybe staring wasn't a bad idea. It was a good view of a big strong man showing a tender and gentle side.

He stared for a solid minute, zoning out and finding his own inner peace. He watched how the muscles moved beneath the taut shirt and pants, watched how the behemoth of a man even greeted a harmless hummingbird with a soft rumbling voice hiked up into such a fond high tone.

Oh.

Oh dear.

His heart couldn't take it.

The man stood up to adjust the hummingbird feeder he had set up and did so without a fucking ladder.

The muscular man was obviously able to tower over even him, Doppio himself, without it even being close. Not only that, but he was being so gentle for the tiniest and most fragile of creatures and he could not handle it.

He didn't even know how long he was staring at this large man, envisioning how it must be like to get the best fucking head pats in the world by such a gentle giant of a man. It was long enough as rose pink irises glanced his way and their eyes met.

The heat rose on Doppio's face. He was caught. He really shouldn't have been staring. He was pining for a stranger for the past devil-knows how long! (No God would ever look upon him and not think his stare was sinless!)

"Going for walk!" He blurted out far louder than he intended before turning and starting to speed-walk away. He was confident his face was every shade of scarlet.

It was mildly embarrassing. He lied to himself.

He didn't hear any fond chuckling that made his long wolfen ears burn and flatten against his skull.

And most certainly,

Undoubtedly...

His tail, most definitely did not wag.

Nope.

Nobody saw it.

Anyone who claimed so were liars!

Vox, for all he was worth, never expected to be spotted by such a unique golden-eyed magenta wolf man. Not that he was opposed to it. He found it cute in a way. The poor wolf was just watching him like a lost puppy having his first outing. His eyes shining like a meadow of dandelion's that have yet invaded the hill behind it. It was so precious and innocent. He didn't know who they were, but he hoped to see them again. Especially seeing how red their face had gone when their eyes met. It was rather delightful after spending many long years by himself. Maybe doing his garden once a day wouldn't be a bad idea if it meant possibly meeting such a wolf. And maybe, he could invite him in and get to know him better. Just maybe, if Fate was a kind soul for once.

To be continued... (maybe?)

#Nijisanji en #piokuma #doppio dropscythe #vox akuma #fanfic #go for a walk #akurylic #no beta we wither away like the fandom #dropsights #i said a walk not find a man to take you home #yearning to crushes to lovers #dont at me #Ver Vermillion (mentioned) #fanfiction #as seen on Google Docs #brought to you by Twitter/X #a little bit of crack with a little bit of chaos and romance #please stop me from writing ever again #guilty pleasure #strangers to crushes to lovers (?) #bl (maybe) #mlm #Doppio Dropscythe 2.0 x Vox Akuma 3.0 #Vox Akuma 3.0 x Doppio Dropscythe 2.0

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Making a Drabble

Don't mind me, I'm just writing a drabble that I was making for twitter/X and now I have a place to shove it publicly so people can see the vision I had.

And that is besides me putting my various doodles/ref sheets for oc's I want to develop. Big things coming eventually.

#you signed up for this #i will make fanfiction on here #your final warning to run #because i am a fan of many things

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Dribble Drabble

Brain: It's time.

Me: Time for what?

Brain: Time.

Me: Time?

Brain: T I M E

Three hours later.

Me: I just researched about a celtic moon calendar, is this what I needed to do??

Brain: Come back later, I'm happy in the moon thoughts.

#writing memes #why am I looking at moon calendars? #what did learning this do with writing? #Idk #I learned about native american moon calendar too #Very nice to learn #world building (?)

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I'm not in this fandom, but it keeps coming on my feed and I keep liking it because of stuff like this- Please tell me more-

i keep seeing fake to real relationship fics where Red Robin is sacrificed to the ghost king

and those are great don’t get me wrong, but why is it always Red Robin??

wouldn’t it — hear me out ok — would it not be infinitely funnier if Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, a son of Gotham’s beloved royal family, social media blue check, was kidnapped and sacrificed instead.

Imagine the panic. The internet catastrophe. The viral posts. The public outcry. Why is the Justice League taking so long to rescue this poor boy??

Then imagine said poor boy finally being rescued. They manage it. They get him back.

And upon his return from what was obviously, no doubt, a traumatizing ordeal of inter dimensional kidnapping, Timothy Drake-Wayne’s first Twitter post is just

“give me back my ghost king boyfriend I miss him : (”

The internet would fucking EXPLODE ok listen, no stop walking away listen to me —

#I'm not even into dc #But I'm being fed a five star meal #someone help me

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"Can't wait to see where you take this story" well I can't wait to see where this story takes me either

#This is what I mean #When I say #I write by the seat of my pants #I don't see signs pointing me somewhere #I see only paths and the characters RUNNING

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Phrases/Actions that make me drop to my knees, ready to submit.

All 18+ Prompts- Please tag me if you use any cause I wanna read filth :)

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Want a Part 2?

#prompt list #smut prompts #I needed this #thank you for sharing

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“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

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Different Ways to Describe Eye Colors

↳ a masterpost for writing prompts that describe eye colors

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Brown Eyes

Blue Eyes

Green Eyes

Hazel Eyes

Unusual Eyes

Gray Eyes

Heterochromia Eyes

Black Eyes

White Eyes

White/Silver Eyes pt 2

Hazel Green Eyes

Gold/Yellow Eyes

Reddish-Brown Eyes

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Bridget experiencing the wonder of life. Or maybe just fun.

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If you wanna protect AO3 or character ai. Or Wattpad. Or Tumblr. Or discord. Or even the right for undocumented people and minors to use the fucking Internet reblog this I swear to God. Reblog this and reblog as many KOSA posts as you can go on their website and contact your Representatives. Do it. Do it. Do it.

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You need that little bit of context. Sure it lasts like 10 paragraphs, but at least that bit of fluff makes your brain happy, right?

Never once has anyone complained a pwp having some context fluff leading into it... or at least, I haven't seen anyone complain.

My constant struggle when writing PWP

#your right to write pwp your way #i appreciate the context #never seen a person say no to smut context

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Felt that so hard in my soul.

what do you MEAN there aren't any good fics that are well written and complete and more than 8k words but also happen to be the exact niche pairing and specific au that i want to read. does the universe hate me or something????

edit: if one more person reblogs this saying i should write it myself im actually gonna lose it. post cancelled cuz yall don't understand that actually i deserve to just have all the fics in the world that i want to see exactly when i want them

#frick it #i'm in my villain arc now #give me two business years #i'll get there #writing ambitions

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My True Enemy

Based on every time I try to write or draw anything.

You write a few sentences, but it's too late.

His eyes are on you.

Those big round ones, somewhere between yellow and green.

He makes an activation noise as, in the corner of your eye, he stands onto two legs, paws on your chair.

Suddenly, before you can even stop to give him what he desires, what he yearns for, he stretches out a single leg and you feel the claws.

Oh those claws...

They touch your arm gently, but you feel the sharpness of them, like the tips of deadly blades.

You pet and scratch his head, purrs erupt from him.

Looks like you won't be writing for a while. He needs your attention right now and no amount of fighting it will stop him.

You spend the next fifteen minuets playing with him until he stops. You still have no idea if this is what he wanted... but he at least seems satisfied.

Maybe he thought you were sad?

Things to think about when you try to imagine a life without a cat to bother you with their undying need for love and attention.

You decide you prefer this over the silence and being left alone, as much as you miss it.

He is your dopamine factory and you'll be damned to not give into his desires and wishes for a few hours if needed.

#cats #my writing #kitty #the neediest kitty I swear #this fluffer cannot be disobeyed #I would know #I tried #this is why I can't finish anything #I'm sorry lol