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quirkfics · 7 months
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Despite the work industry absolutely running me ragged 😅 So! Diving in and giving y'all an update on how life us going:
1. I'm assistant manager of a food establishment. Without the job, kids would be very hungry and bills would go unpaid so I'm stuck there at the moment! The overtime and tips help, but any spare moment I have goes to family bc I miss them dangit. save me from the entitlement of some people though 😭 I read your order back to you, you PAID, I brought you the food and- that wasn't what you ordered? Ma'am.
2. I have a talented af entrepreneur friend, who, in.. February? March?? Brought me a business proposition for jewelry, and eventually d&d pop ups. It's. It's overwhelming in a good way, scraping every spare second to put together what I felt were little doodles. All her other start ups are successful, and gd she's an inspiration, so I thought why not! Maybe I'll make a few bucks
3. Which leads me to now: October will be our debut for the jewelry and assorted baubles. Somehow she's wrangled contracts from our local zoo, multiple state parks (some not even IN California, like. Am I hallucinating???) And every Friday in October I'll be vending at a local event. I'm still working at the gd food place, but the end is coming into sight - and the creative drive is returning.
If you wanna help support with follows or likes, you can find my sparkly endeavors on- well, it'll pretty much be any social media 😅 but for now you can get some sneak peeks at sequoiasiren !!
But I know what you're here for, and I haven't forgotten 💖 Stay tuned for more art and stories!
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quirkfics · 1 year
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you ever watch sons of anarchy? U should check it out, it's pretty good my favourite characters are Opi, Tig, Juice, HalfSac & Gemma Teller. And if you thought those names were crazy wait till u learn why "Halfsac" is called Halfsac🤭🤣🤣
Hi there!
So, I know it's a drama show about bikers, and I know that actor.. Charlie Hunan? Hunam? Is in it, but dramas are generally not my thing.
Not to say that SoA or other dramas are bad! I know the actors are well thought of for their portrayals and the show won awards. Heck, I've been sucked into watching Peaky Blinders on occasion because the flipping tragedy just has me 😯‼ but overall I just prefer happily ever afters and an obvious difference between setting and my day to day.
I'm sure those nicknames for the characters have fun stories for them tho! When I was very small, my parents had a couple biker acquaintances they were getting drugs from them, surprised? Me neither lol and I remember this one guy called Mud that absolutely threw me for a loop. 3 year old Quirk was astounded that a parent would name their child Mud, but once they explained it was a nickname I got over it. 😅
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quirkfics · 1 year
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🤔 w... what??
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So, idk what led to this Mineta comment on a fluffy Tamaki Amajiki ficlet (which I read through, just to be sure it held zero mention of any other character), but maybe you meant to direct this elsewhere/to someone else? I've never bashed any character on here, never flat out rejected writing for one (with the exception of Moonfish, between the blade teeth and eating human flesh I'm just personally squicked) - I know I have at least one Mineta ficlet even!
Idk dude (and apologies if dude hits you wrong, I use this in the Californian non-gendered way), but I don't welcome negativity or fandom bashing debates about any characters here. I've always written with the thought of "this character is someone's favorite, so make it good", and that's not going to change, Mineta included!
If this is a subject you feel passionately about, I would suggest posting it on your own blog or trying to seek out like minded fans. I'll be keeping to my ficlet writing track, and I won't be engaging any further with posts or comments that attempt to put words in my mouth. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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quirkfics · 1 year
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the way I screamed, I immediately recognize your username when searching through the tags. I preciously thought you had left the fandom. 😭 but i am so happy to found you again.
I'm happy to hear you found me again! 💖
And no need to worry, even if I'm not consistently posting! It rarely (if ever), will mean I've left a fandom. I feel like I do a circuitous route of hyper fixations, tbh 😅 and everytime I find a new piece of media I enjoy, it just makes that route a bit more meandering before I get to polishing things up content wise again. Sometimes old media is what's shouting in the back of my brain! I've been on a heavy DA:I thought train for like a week, adding a few sentences to an unpublished fic every few hours. Like two weeks ago tho, I had an intense Shinso brainworm and wrote another three pages for him. It varies!
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quirkfics · 1 year
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if you would ever write a sequel to a ficlet, one for your most recent shouji ficlet would be amazing omg all your stuff is so good
Hi there! Apologies, I did see your last ask as well, but I haven't had a lot of time for much of anything but making it through the day to day lately!
First of all, thank you 💖 I'm glad you've enjoyed my works! I always appreciate anytime anyone pops by to let me know that these ficlets are smile inducing 🥰
And as for sequels to ficlets - sometimes they happen! Sometimes they don't. Not that I couldn't delve into more drider!Shouji, as the thought is rife with possibilities! But I'll be finishing up anything left in my askbox first, and afterwards? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Hihi! Could I have Edgeshot with vanish? I think the pair has a lot of potential
Fog rolls down the street, creeping past your ankles like a supernatural tide, rising higher with every passing moment. You waver, both intent on finishing your errands, and wanting to retreat to the safety of your home, because... well, if the fog is here, then so is he.
He doesn't speak. In fact, you barely ever see him move, but he lingers on the street corner in the fog, like an eerie spectre ripped out of the pages of a novel. He wears a mask, and he stares off into the distance like he's yearning for someone to return- and he never answers anyone. Regardless, he's always out when the fog rolls in, and you can't shake the feeling that he's waiting for something, or someone. And your curiosity? It's getting difficult to ignore.
Sure enough, as soon as you approach the corner, you can see him, coalescing out of the mist. He's indistinct at first, form nothing more than shadow, until you're only a few steps away. You pass him by, close enough to see the mist dotting his eyelashes, and then whirl to face him.
"Who are you waiting for?" You quietly ask, turning to stand within reaching distance. He doesn't move, doesn't even acknowledge that you exist. "Are you okay?" You continue, reaching out for his shoulder. You should continue on, should leave him be, but- As soon as your fingers brush his shoulder, his hand is a shackle on your wrist, his eyes wide.
"It's you!" He whispers, and you both promptly vanish from the street. No one sees you go.
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Hii, been bingeing your work for the past 2 hours on ao3. do you have a list of prompts for your ficlets? I can't find any :(
Hello, hello! I hope you've been enjoying! 🥰 While I believe my most recent list is still up somewhere, I'm not actually taking any new prompts at the moment. All of the recent ficlet asks were sent in during September (omg, where tf does time go), and I still have about 17 left to answer.
I can make no promises as to when I'll have another one, but I do miss these very much!
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Bakugo x reader x Kaminari with trick please?
"You can't really say you fell for a trick," Denki murmurs, mouthing cold kisses along the column of your throat. The pressure has you tilting back your head, relaxing against Katsuki's chest, head resting on his shoulder. "Not when you knew what our goal was," he continues, dragging his hands down your sides.
Katsuki's hands, a steady anchor on your hips, tense when Denki trails his fingers over his skin. There's a low rumble against your back, and then Katsuki slides his hands down, clutching at the tops of your thighs as your pulse rockets. "Pretty sure you walked into our little trap on purpose," he accuses, voice rough, "which begs the question: why?"
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Could you do tokoyami and bargain please? Thanks!
Tokoyami seizes you by the shoulders, fingers trembling in their grip. He can't even look at you, which you half expected, but you'd hoped-
"What did you bargain away to come back to me?" He demands, eyes full of sorrow when he finally forces himself to look up. "What did you give up?"
"Does it matter?" You murmur, ignoring the quaver of his jaw as you raise your hand, stroking a fingertip over the arch of his beak.
"Of course it matters!"
You laugh, and that seems to leave him speechless. "Does it? We're together again Tokoyami, how could anything else matter?"
There it is. A tiny beacon of happiness, his grip turning to a hovering reverence, head dipping until he's just shy of resting against your shoulder. Your arms slip around him, and Tokoyami finally gives in, feathered face tucking into the crook of your neck. "...this conversation isn't over," he warns you, but his shoulders hitch when you drag your fingers down his spine.
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Can I request shoji with 12 please?
"You don't want to see me," Shoji assures you, matter-of-fact and sad. There's a scuttling noise, echoing in the darkness, that sends chills down your spine, but you won't let that deter you. You already know, as much as he's done to hide it, what he is.
"Shoji, I come here every other day to spend time with you! And I'm not an idiot, you know. Local legends-"
Shoiji's inhale is despairing, but the sound only spurs you on.
"I've known for ages! I've known, and I'm still here, I still want to be with you, legs and teeth and-"
"Why didn't you tell me that you knew?"
"..I wanted you to trust me enough to tell me."
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Oh man it is so good to see you!!
I might be too late but... Dabi - spare?
You hit the floor with a gasp, but that doesn't keep you from an attempt to scrabble away, fingers scratching ineffectually at the floorboards, everything spilling out of your pockets. He takes a step towards you, shadow blocking out the weak streetlight reaching through the doorway. You brace yourself, expecting violence, expecting pain - but all he does is tower over you, breathing heavily.
"What're you supposed to be, huh? A reminder? Did he send you to me in the hopes that I would spare you?" He rasps, and his eyes flash a brilliant blue, strangely reflective and entirely inhuman. Your heart skips, with fear, with confusion.
"I don't know wh-"
"Don't lie to me!" He snaps, and he steps closer, slamming the door closed behind him. You can't see his face clearly, but his tone turns pensive. "Or maybe you made him angry? Maybe you found out about everything he's hiding, and he sent you here, hoping I would take care of his problems." He crouches, hand snatching at your wrist, and drags you towards him. He breathes in, lifting your wrist closer to his mouth, trapping your gaze. "Well?" He demands, when all you can do is stare. "Are you on his side or mine?"
The words knock loose your ire, and you yank at his ironclad grip, scowling. "I'm on my own side," you bite out, just as his eyes dart to your lock picks, strewn across the floor.
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Price or Bargin for Nezu then, please??
"The price?" You breathe, barely more than a whisper, both curious and terrified about his answer.
The creature smiles, though the expression is little more than a hint of bared teeth and gentle eyes. It vanishes as soon as he slips off of his throne, and your eyes catch on the worn carvings before he comes to a stop in front of you. His fur gleams, moon bright in the dark glade, and he presses a paw to your tense hand.
"There's no need to worry about that yet. Your price will be exacting, but fair value for services rendered. If I thought you were the kind of being who would scoff, who would refuse to pay, I never would have offered!" He leans closer, voice lowering. "I do research on those who attempt to seek me out. You wouldn't have even found me if you weren't worth the trouble I'll be getting into."
"I'm sor-"
"Ah, ah! None of that. Instead, take your rest, and know that you will wake with far less to worry about." His tail flicks, and when your eyes drop to follow the motion, a single claw pricks between your eyebrows, faster than you can blink.
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Hi, I'm the Gentle Criminal anon and I adored that so much! Also holy moly those ideas in your tags are so good. Are you open to commissions, because I will gladly message you off-anon to pay for Ghost!Gentle x reader x La Brava content! <3
Hello, hello!! First, this is wonderfully sweet, and thank you so much! Second, I have no idea when this was sent, tho I'm going to assume it was soon after I posted that Gentle Criminal ficlet (if so, omg I'm so sorry it's taken me forever to respond).
While I've taken commissions in the past, I honestly don't have the time or energy for them at the moment. I have 4 original (effing massive!!) commissions I've been working on this year, and between those and my day job, I am tuckered out.
Still, it's definitely brightened my day, knowing that you enjoyed the ficlet and the additional tags! Writing ghost!Gentle and ghost hunter!La Brava would be a flipping blast 😍 and while I make no promises, just know that if I've written and posted any bit of an AU here?? I would love to revisit them at some point
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Toga and Teeth feel like there made for each other >:3
The blonde has you against the wall before you can blink, fingers circled around the back of your neck, her other hand fisted in your shirt. She smiles, and your eyes immediately drop to her mouth. "I knew you were admiring my teeth," she simpers, and a chill creeps up your spine, chasing away the thrill of her flirty smiles. Her breath smells like blood. "I saw you looking, saw the way the pulse in your throat jumped-" she dips her head, and her breath is cool as it whispers over your skin. "You already know, don't you? What I can do? What I am to you?"
Everything inside you is all tangled up. She's lovely, and her voice is sweet, and you do know, you're certain she's going to bite, and it's going to hurt, but...
"Yes," you whisper, and you can see your face reflected in her irises, the way your pupils are blown.
She coos, and her hands drop, dragging down your sternum before she twirls away. "Oh, good," she breathes, golden eyes zeroed in on your gaze. "Then how about you run?"
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quirkfics · 1 year
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Hello!! Thank you so much for doing my request!! I absolutely ADORE teeth/eldritch horror monster shinya that falls for a boundary-respecting human- and god the TEETH, you are giving me UNHOLY thoughts with this man i'm ,
May I request Gang Orca with the prompt, "endlessly," please? Thank you so much!! I know i requested teeth for him earlier but the thought of what could happen with this has me frothing at the mouth!
"The oceans have endlessly promised me a gift," he explains, clawed fingers tapping an unsteady rhythm upon the stones. "My heart's true desire, washed up on these shores." His eyes, a gleaming red, visible only because he's leaning in so close to you, narrow as they rove over your face. "You're the only thing that hasn't been detritus, or leftover bits and bobs of nothing."
"...are you assuming-"
"Asking," he corrects, and the words sends shivers over you salt encrusted skin.
"Asking, then. Are you asking if I'm your heart's desire?" You can't keep the skepticism out of your voice, but it doesn't seem to bother him. If anything, it brings a smile to his face, sharp teeth gleaming in his orca-like mouth. It's frightening and enticing, all at once.
"I suppose a ready answer would ruin the mystery, and the oceans do enjoy their secrets." He stands, offering you an open palm. "Come, let me show you where you'll be staying."
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quirkfics · 1 year
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I have a feeling this could get feelsy A/F/ if you really wanted to. Either way, maybe 'spare' and Tamaki, please? 👉👈
It was only a matter of time before you were found out. You'd assumed it would have been months ago - after the dark haired elf had seen you in the wild gardens, your hands stained with the juice of sloe berries and your own blood, fingers viciously pricked on the blackthorn bushes. He hadn't shouted, hadn't done more than rasp as he approached, offering you a handkerchief. He'd all but vanished before you could accept it, and you'd had to snatch the damn thing out of the air.
For a few nights afterwards, you'd been convinced it was over. You'd been certain the elves would come for you in the dark, even though the elf you'd seen hadn't been cruel in words or actions. You'd returned after a week, unable to keep away from a source of non-rotting food. In the intervening months, you gathered berries a plenty, extra root vegetables that the elves deemed too small to do anything with, any and all manner of food that made your mouth water and your body grow stronger. Some days you felt like you were being watched, but until now, the only elf you'd laid eyes on had been the one with the handkerchief.
"Stealing?" One of the elves says with a snicker. "You've no idea what we do to thieves around here, do you?" He scowls, leaning in close- and a soft, wavering voice chokes out:
"-s-spare."
The elves turn, and your heart trips, spying the dark haired elf who'd given you his handkerchief. His shoulders are hunched around his ears, eyes flickering between your face and the ground.
"Speak up, Amajiki," one of the elves sneers.
You can't make out much from him. His voice is too soft, and he's clearly nervous, but you hear spare, and my f-favor, and all the elves are slack jawed when they find his handkerchief tied around your bicep.
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I hope I'm not being a bother, but may I please ask for Endeavor with "resist"? Thank you for your time, and I hope you're taking care of yourself.
The opulence is staggering, even after all this time, and... To be frank, you're terribly close to breaking, to giving up on escaping this decadent prison, to- A flickering heat fills the room. Your spine straightens, and you scowl down at the meal, as if the dish disgusts you. You imagine the food and drink turning to ash in your mouth, imagine it curdling on your tongue, nothing more than dirt and rot and glamour. It's not, of course. He only ever has the best brought in for your pleasure, and whatever enchantments keep you both here, there is none on the food.
He huffs, and his low voice, all crackling flame and wispy sparks, slides along your spine like a caress. "Resist all you like, mortal, you still need to eat. Or were you hoping to escape via death?" He laughs, and you turn your head, eyes wincing at the brightness, at the thick pillar of flame that surrounds his indistinct body. Two brilliant spots of vivid blue, his eyes, you've always assumed, settle on your face.
He's right. You can't fight on an empty stomach, can you? Before you can lose your nerve, you narrow your eyes, lifting your chin as if you're on the verge of achieving everything you desire. "Join me for dinner," you demand, pleased when his laughter gutters out. He thinks it's a trick, a lie, that you're going to throw water or wine on him again, to demand your release.
"This won't-"
You sigh, pulling back your chair, and ignore his sudden, aborted step forward. One blazing hand is half lifted, as if he would have pulled out the chair for you were he closer. "Fine," you declare, picking up your utensils, "I'll eat alone." The heat in the room rises, and you have to bite down on your smile. He's always been the one who couldn't resist, hasn't he? That's why you're here, after all. You just need to use that.
His blazing hand reaches past you, curling carefully around an already full goblet. He doesn't sit, but he stands at your back, driving away the ever present chill.
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