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1,000 follower celebration!! I love u all wow. thank you for all your support, truly. be warned, this is long. enjoy 💫

warnings: nsfw alphabet for dick grayson and jason todd, so there’s a variety of things under the cut. please proceed with caution 🩷

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A | Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jason is very different after sex. it’s a major act of trust for him, so when it’s done, all he really wants is to be close to you. in other words: he’s a big cuddler. he’ll mumble some things into your skin as you run your fingers through his hair, and after, you usually end up ordering enough food to feed a small family, because that man can eat.

dick is a loverboy at heart. once the dust has settled and you’re both down from your highs, he’s doting on you—bringing you water, a snack, cleaning you up with a damp cloth—with doe eyes and a big old grin. always invites you to have a shower with him afterwards, and you always say yes, because his shoulder rubs are divine.

B | Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

unsurprisingly, jason has some…issues with his body from all the shit it’s been through. that being said, I think he intentionally trains his back and shoulders the most. it’s what makes him look as huge as he does. as for his favourite thing about you, jason todd is an ass man, argue with the wall. he likes something he can grab. hard.

dick grayson knows his ass is fat. he’s not shy about it. but his favourite body part is actually his arms, and how muscular they’ve become over the years. as for you, he loves your hips. they trigger something primal in him; the second you put on a fitted dress, he’s thinking about giving you his children.

C | Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

jason gets nasty. he’ll cum anywhere on your body just for the obscene sight, but he especially loves to cum in your mouth when he’s feeling that extra bit dominant. he doesn’t care if you spit or swallow, it turns him on either way—but, god, he’s proud when you open your mouth to show him it’s all gone.

let’s cut to the chase. dick wants to cum inside you over and over again. he hardly even contemplates doing it anywhere else; that man wants to fill you up and watch you drip. maybe it’s his out-of-control breeding kink, maybe it’s how intimate it feels—whatever the case may be, rest assured dick grayson loves a creampie.

D | Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

voyeurism. jason likes to watch. it happened accidentally once when he walked in on you practicing some self-care, and he’s thought about it ever since. he enjoys the performance aspect of it; it’s a power play, watching you get yourself off, knowing he’s right there but refusing to help you.

this ties in with Q, but dick borders on exhibitionism sometimes. fucking you in his car, in the bathroom at a charity event, or in a changing room—anywhere you might get caught, really—god, it gets him going. it’s the daredevil in him, constantly yearning to test the limits of what he can do.

E | Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think jason had very limited to no experience before his death, and most of what knows today he learned by being with you. ever the fast learner, though, he sure as shit knows what he’s doing now. I think he’s very in-tune with your body and his needs, and it shows in the way he fucks you.

we have to face facts here. dick definitely got around before committing to a serious relationship. despite that, I think he knows what he’s doing thanks to his impeccable observational skills; sometimes you think he knows your body better than you do (but don’t tell him that; it goes straight to his head).

F | Favorite position (this goes without saying)

jason is a sucker for good old-fashioned doggy style, of course, but fuck, does he adore the prone bone position. trapping you under his body, hitting you deep with each thrust, and he gets to watch your ass jiggle at every movement? it borders on religious ecstasy for him.

dick goes feral—feral—for the mating press position. it’s erotic, carnal, and raw, and that’s exactly what he wants when he’s fucking you. he’s also partial to cowgirl, especially when he can tell you want to take control. the view it offers him is enough to have him whining underneath you for more.

G | Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

jason is more on the serious side; sex with him, intense as it may be, is still a big act of vulnerability on his part, so he doesn’t treat it lightly. he will, however, crack a warm smile on those occasions when you make love in the small hours of the morning, when he thinks you can’t see his face clearly.

dick is a tease, and sex with him is fun. he likes to flirt with you while he bends you into compromising positions, and he gets very cocky when you cum. he can’t help but make little quips after the fact, either; “something wrong with your leg, baby?” as your limbs twitch and tremble from your orgasm. jerk.

H | Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

in keeping with his rugged exterior, jason is only doing what he needs to in order to keep things manageable and convenient. he is not dedicating hours to manscaping. much to your elation, that means he keeps his happy trail intact.

dick is a little more meticulous in his grooming, being the “pretty boy” that he is. he prefers keeping himself neatly trimmed, partly to ensure more comfort in his nightwing suit—he’s learned the hard way that the pornstar look is a one-way ticket to chafing when you’re jumping off of buildings.

I | Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

jason really restrains himself from being outwardly intimate. he finds it hard to be that vulnerable, and while he loves the passion between you when you fuck, he’s only really able to tap into the romantic aspect if he’s wholly at ease. that’s not to say it never happens! it definitely does, just give him time.

he may be cocky and unserious when he’s fucking you, but sex with dick is always very openly intimate. he sees the beauty and romance in what you do together, and it’s truly special to him that he gets to witness you like this. sex is absolutely one of the ways he expresses his love and admiration for you.

J | Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jason only really masturbates when he’s away from you on a mission, and needs to take the edge off. it’s less interesting without you, so he wants it done quick. he imagines you touching yourself as he does it—legs wide and eyes hazy—and that gets him to his peak extremely efficiently.

dick likes to edge himself. I said what I said. he’s thinking about how he’d much rather save his load for your pretty cunt, so he’s bucking his hips and screwing his eyes shut as he forces himself to stop right before his climax, reminding himself how good it’ll feel when he gets to fill you up.

K | Kink (one or more of their kinks)

overstimulation is jason’s go-to; he gets off on dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re hardly able to speak. he also loves forced eye contact, especially when you can barely keep your eyes open. oh, and he has a massive size kink. when you’re as huge as he is, everyone is small by comparison, and he likes how big you make him feel.

say it with me. dick grayson has a breeding kink. the visual aspect of cumming inside you is enough to drive him crazy, but the thought of getting you pregnant…now that makes him rabid. face-sitting is another big one; any variation of pussy-eating drives him wild, but having you sit on his face is his favourite way to do it.

L | Location (favorite places to do the do)

if you’re at home, anywhere is fair game to jason. he’s fucking you in the kitchen, in the bedroom, on the sofa, against the wall, in the office—anywhere. outside of home, he’s more restrictive, but he has thought about fucking you in the batmobile on the many occasions he’s stolen it.

the bedroom is definitely dick’s favourite place to fuck you; aside from making things feel more romantic, he wants you to be comfortable as he’s bending you into crazy positions. he also loves a shower quickie and car sex, impractical though they may be. don’t worry, he’s an acrobat. it’ll work.

M | Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

is it crazy to say that jason gets turned on when you argue? because he does. a moderate disagreement where you’re getting huffy with him is a surefire way to get bent over the sofa. oh, and if he feels even a little jealousy creeping over him, you’re in for a ride. also, if you nestle into him during the night, you’ll be contending with his hard cock pressed against your lower back until one of you caves.

dick is whipped. whatever you’re doing can get him going. cooking, reading, wearing his clothes—he loves everything you do. but, he’s particularly turned on whenever you dress up for a special occasion. it can be a little inconvenient when you’re running late for an event and he’s groping you over your gown in the limo, but how can you refuse those blue eyes?

N | No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

jason would be very resistant to anything that puts him in a submissive role (this goes for ak!jason too). this includes both sex acts and the use of props/toys that take control away from him; he’s just not into it. he’d also refuse any kind of roleplay, saying it’s unnecessary. he’s a pragmatic guy.

I think dick would really dislike the idea of hurting you. he’s not opposed to spanking, and he’ll even engage in some light breath play (ahem, headlock, anyone?), but he would never take it any further than that. if he bruised you through anything other than hickies, he’d be sick with guilt.

O | Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

it should come as no surprise that jason loves receiving head. there are few sights as enticing as watching you take his cock in your mouth while he instructs you to keep your eyes on him. he’s also very skilled in returning the favour, and his preference is eating you from the back so he can see your pretty ass move each time you squirm.

you know my stance on this. dick is a munch. he’s eating pussy like it’s his last meal before the end of the world, and he’s doing it for him. needless to say, he’s fucking good at it. receiving head is quite literally the last thing on his mind. that being said, when he does remember to let you reciprocate, all he can think about is how pretty you look while doing it.

P | Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

jason can get pretty rough, and he likes to fuck you hard, but he knows how much you can take. sex for him is partially an emotional release. but, he’s good at alternating between destroying you one day and being gentle the next; despite his tough facade, jay enjoys soft, passionate sex as much—if not more—than you do.

dick is kind of a hedonist; once he starts feeling pleasure, he doesn’t want it to end—especially when you start feeling it too. he’s happy to give you fast and rough if it’s what you want, but his preference is sloppy, erotic fucking. the messier you get, the better. although, if he’s got you in a mating press, the roughness seeps back in quickly.

Q | Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

while he’ll never say no to a quickie, jason prefers to take his time with you. once he starts, he finds it hard to stop, and he loves to see how much you can take from him before you’re spent. quickies are sporadic with him; he prefers to enjoy your body at his pace.

if he gets the chance to fuck you—hell, even just tease you—dick is going to take it. he loves the thrill and the sense of urgency that comes with quickies. whether it’s a hookup in his car or an impromptu blowjob when he’s supposed to be on patrol, his eyes are lighting up like it’s christmas.

R | Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

jason is not a risk-taker. he needs time to warm to any kind of experimentation, but he’s more likely to try things on you than on himself, like using light restraints on you or dabbling in sensory play. as long as he feels he has some control.

dick is a different story. he’s willing to try most things at least once, and he’s able to laugh it off if something goes south. he’s not opposed to switching (ha) things up and giving you the lead, either; he likes a woman in charge.

S | Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

maybe it’s his extensive training, maybe it’s just who he is; whatever the case may be, jason can go for a long time. but, it’s usually just one round that he draws out so he can really work you to your limit.

dick can handle multiple rounds if you give him time. his recovery consists of burying his face between your legs until he’s ready to go again, which doesn’t take very long once you start convulsing against his tongue.

T | Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

jason wouldn’t even think to use sex toys unless you brought it up, but he’d be open to using them on you if you asked. he’s quick to see the potential in your little pink vibrator when he holds it against your clit while he fucks you, noticing how much easier it is to overstimulate you this way.

ever the experimentalist, dick isn’t opposed to trying out toys in the bedroom. in fact, he’s the one who would show up with fuzzy blue handcuffs (“I got them in my colour!”) to restrain your hands behind your back, so he can devour your cunt without interference from you.

U | Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’d like to tease you more, but jason doesn’t really have the restraint for it. as soon as you’re splayed out in front of him, he wants to take you. when he does tease, though, he likes to touch you everywhere but where you need him most, until you’re begging for him to make you feel good. then, he likes to make you regret it—over and over again.

dick is the world’s biggest tease, and you can look that up. he’s got you grinding on his lap, making out with you until you’re panting, only to say he needs to do some work as he stands up with a smirk. and when he finally gets you naked, he makes you tell him what you need while his fingers hover over your aching pussy, never reaching you.

V | Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

jason isn’t very loud at all, but the sounds he does make range from grunts and groans to the occasional low moan if you tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. he’s a big dirty talker, and he likes to get up in your ear to do it, so he knows you’re listening. he notices the way you shiver at his gravelly voice, and it drives him crazy.

dick is far less concerned about being quiet. he’s moaning, swearing, telling you how pretty you are, even occasionally whining, and he’s not worried about what your neighbours think—in fact, he’s making sure you’re just as vocal as he is, insisting you tell him how you feel. he’s also expressive when he cums, especially when he does it inside you.

W | Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I know this is controversial, but jason would never agree to a threesome. this man is possessive. the mere thought of seeing someone else touch you in front of him is enough to make him see red, so no—he’d end up committing murder (not that it’s a far leap for him on a good day).

dick has a thing for watching you work out, especially when you’re doing yoga in the living room in those skin-tight pants. watching the way your limbs elongate and contract as you bend and stretch does things to him, but he never interrupts; the images stay in his mind for those long missions.

X | X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

jason is a behemoth of a man all over. and I do mean all over. he’s packing. an easy 8 inches (slightly more), thick, with a slight upwards curve and a prominent vein from the base to the tip—which is a mauvy pink, by the way. you’re still shocked you’re able to take him, and he was too the first time.

‘prettiest man alive also has a pretty cock’ would be dick’s headline. just over 6 inches, with enough girth to make you feel full, and a rosy pink tip that matches his lips…you could honestly just stare at it if he’d let you (and he probably would). he fits you like a glove every single time.

Y | Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

jason’s sex drive is pretty consistent; it’s always simmering a little ways below the surface. he’s able to compartmentalise it when he has to, but sex doubles as a form of stress-relief for him, so it happens…often.

dick has an incredibly high sex drive. like jason, he can reel it in when needed, but if it were up to him, you’d fuck every single day, twice even. I also truly believe that he’s regularly plagued by morning wood.

Z | Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s going to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of, but the truth is jason could probably pass out in your arms about 10 minutes after you’re done. take it as a sign of how safe he feels with you as he’s snoring softly into your neck.

he’s definitely tired after sex, but dick is waiting until he notices you dozing off before he closes his eyes. once he’s out, though, good luck waking him up again without an air horn. he’s going to need his full eight hours to recharge.

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starlitheaven · 2 years

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1K+ FOLLOWER EVENT ➤ SUMMER MIXTAPE

TRACKLIST. send me an ask with a song + character, and I’ll write something for you either based on the song, vibes of it, or both. you can also specify whether you’d like an explicit ver. (smut?) anon is fine as well.

REWIND. must be following me, duh it’s a follower event. mutuals obviously welcome, ily.

PRESS PLAY. 1k words will be the max, unless I can’t shut up and write more but I think we’re good.

EVENT CLOSED + list still updating

SIDE A: SFW

miracle aligner — satoru gojo

marry you — yuuji itadori

back to friends — megumi fushiguro

this side of paradise — yuuji itadori

SIDE B: 18+

meet me at our spot — choso

all night long — chrollo lucilfer

raw — satoru gojo

show me — suguru geto

do I wanna know? — suguru geto

I wanna be yours — chrollo lucilfer

#as a thanks for 1k+ followers <3 #ummm this is so embarrassing too much putting myself out here

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hunnythebee · 1 year

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Questions and Answers

You are a medic in Tipoca City on Kamino. You’ve been falling for the dark, brooding sniper of Clone force 99, but had assumed your feelings weren’t reciprocated. After a brief but heated moment, you can’t help but feel that your assumptions may have been wrong, but you have questions, and need answers.

@girlzrok-99 Here's your request from this ask! I was intending for it to be about 1k words but I got kinda carried away and fell in love with it. Instead this is now a one shot dedicated to you. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

Enjoy!

2.1k words - first person - gender neutral - teen+

Tags and Warnings: reader x Crosshair, gn!reader x Crosshair, medic!reader x Crosshair, light angst, fluff, brief vague descriptions of medical treatment, confession, first kiss, pining,

It had been an exhausting mission. The boys came back to me more beaten than usual. Wrecker collapsed the minute he got to one of the med-bay beds, followed closely by Hunter. Tech and Echo had some scrapes from debris but nothing major. Crosshair however, was untouched. A perk of being in the sniper’s position. I tended to those who were afflicted, moving methodically from bedside to bedside. The whole time I worked I could feel Cross’ eyes on me, following my every movement. I did my best to ignore him, but his stare was causing butterflies in my stomach and making my hands shake. I had been harboring a crush for him for the longest time, and him watching me like this wasn’t helping. I finished with Tech’s bandages and discharged him and Echo. I explained that Hunter and Wrecker were fine, aside from some cuts and bruises. The pair were just exhausted. Once they woke up they were free to leave as well. Finally I allowed myself to focus my attention on the brooding white haired man in the corner of the room who, despite his lack of injury, was still here.

“You’re also cleared to leave,” I stated bluntly, trying to mask my nerves. “Unless there’s something else you need?”

He pushed off from the wall he’d been leaning on and stalked over to me. He was so close I could smell him. A sweet musk, like smoke and dark chocolate, flooded my senses. This paired with the way he was looking down on me with those deep set golden eyes tugged at something inside me. Something that was yearning to be held by him. But I knew that wasn’t a reciprocated feeling. I took a few steps back, trying to give myself room to breathe and think. His toothpick shifted between his lips to rest at the corner of his mouth and finally he spoke.

“Would you say you know me and my brothers…well?” His question caught me a little off-guard. I looked from him to the two men resting in the beds and back.

“I’d like to think so. Why do you ask?” I couldn’t help the curiosity prickling at the back of my mind.

He hummed and took another two steps toward me, closing the distance once again. I attempted to take another step back but was met with a wall. He was so close I had to crane my neck to look up at him now. “And do you know all of our mutations?”

My throat was so dry. I needed to ignore the proximity of this beautiful man and focus my attention on answering his questions.

“Y–yes, I was briefed on your genetic modifications,” I responded, avoiding the word ‘mutation’. It didn’t suit him at all.

“Name them,” his tone was commanding, yet soft.

“Hunter has heightened senses. Tech is gifted with knowledge retention. Wrecker is double the size of an average clone. Echo was a reg, but required mechanical enhancements after his rescue. And you’re a sharpshooter, you never miss.” I answered, feeling a small sense of pride that I remembered all of them.

“Technically, you got them all right. But do you know what makes me a sharpshooter?” He asked.

“Ummm… no…” I deflated slightly. I didn’t know what the details of their modifications were, I just knew the basics. Crosshair smirked and leaned over me, resting a fist against the wall over me and tilting my chin so that our eyes were fixed on each other. “I see everything…” He was leaning in closer and closer, “I see you…” His lips were an inch from mine. I could feel his breath ghost across my lips. We were so close and then the door to the med-bay slid open as a pair of troopers came inside. Crosshair had removed himself from our precarious situation and was now leaning against a nearby counter. He gestured with his head towards the clones that were here for treatment and I reluctantly turned my attention to them.

My examination of them didn’t take more than 5 minutes, just a routine pre-deployment check-up. However, a steady flow of clones continued to trickle into the med-bay and I had been so preoccupied I hadn’t noticed that Cross had slipped out undetected. Once everyone was gone, I fell back into a chair and began to process what had been happening prior to the interruption. What he was going to do. Never in a million cycles did I ever imagine that he might actually return my feelings, but there was no denying that there had been a spark, a flicker of a flame between us as our lips almost met. I looked at the time on my datapad. I glanced at the time on my holo-watch. The numbers flashed bright blue over my wrist ‘00:00’. Kriff… it was probably too late to try to go and talk to him about it tonight. I sighed and heaved myself up out of the chair. I left AZI with instructions to allow Wrecker and Hunter to leave for the Barracks once they woke up and left to return to my quarters.

The halls were half-lit. A calming contrast to the usual blaring white light usually emanating throughout the immaculate hallways. I wasn’t anywhere near tired when I finally reached the door to my quarters. My mind was still stuck on that interaction with Crosshair. I thought about his scent as I showered off the day and got comfortable. I remembered his warmth as I opened the heated ration packet. I was lost in nothing but thoughts of him and how close his lips were to mine as I laid spread out on my bed. I rolled to one side and looked at the time on my holo-watch. ‘02:40’ flickered to life on my bedside table. If I had thought it too late before, it was definitely too late now.

“I should just wait till tomorrow”, is what I was thinking as I sat up in bed and swung my legs over. “He’s probably asleep…” as I slid my feet into my slippers. “And he’s probably tired from the mission…” My front door hissed open. “He might be mad that I woke him…” My feet carried me at a hurried pace through the dimly lit halls of the Barracks. As I passed the large pod rooms I could hear the men snoring peacefully. This hour was one I hardly saw outside my room, and it was strangely serene to walk the hallways empty. Not a clone nor kaminoan in sight. It was also eerily quiet, aside from the wind whipping the glass panes that overlooked the ocean.

And then there I was. My two feet planted firmly in front of the door to the dorm belonging to the 99. He was inside, along with the answers to all my questions. All I had to do was knock, but knocking felt like an impossible task now. What if he was mad I woke him up? What if I didn’t like the answers he had for my questions? What if I had completely misread the situation with him earlier? What if– My thoughts were cut off when I lifted a hand and knocked three times on the metal door. The door slid open and revealed a rather shocked looking Crosshair. Once he had recovered from the initial shock he spoke.

“It’s three in the morning. What’re you doing here?” His voice was hushed and alert.

“We need to talk about earlier,” my voice shakes more than I would like but I just brushed that off. No turning back now. He looked down the hallway in either direction and then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside his dorm.

“Come here,” his tone was soft yet commanding. I followed him inside and the door hissed shut behind me. I scanned around the round room for a moment. It was a standard dorm with five bed alcoves and a large table in the center. I noted the utter lack of others.

“W-where are Tech and Echo?” I stammered, feeling a familiar dryness creeping back into my throat.

Crosshair hadn’t been facing me as I had looked around the room. All I could make of him was his slender silhouette and the heavy rise and fall of his shoulders.

“Tech went to check on Wrecker and Hunter, since they haven’t come back yet. And Echo is usually in the training center at this hour.” He explained, shoving his hands into the pockets of his blacks and turning to face me. The dim lights were highlighting his sharper features. His strong jaw and long nose. His deepset eyes reflected what little light the room was offering, giving him a wicked gleam.

“Oh… I see…” I felt my chest tighten as he stepped toward me. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a faint smile. I hadn’t moved from the spot at the door since he pulled me in here, and my back was essentially to the door.

“You said we needed to talk? So talk.” Crosshair answered, bending at the waist to look in my eyes. I swallowed hard, unable to break away from his gaze. I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks.

“Earl-” the first attempt came out feeble and broken, I cleared my throat and tried again. “Earlier, in the med-bay… you had been watching me.”

Cross stood tall over me, his presence alone was intimidating, but I needed to know.

“And then you said you ‘see’ me.” I continued to press on. He nodded, slowly rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue.

“A-and you got so close to me… why? What were you doing?” I finally managed.

Cross’ eyes flicked from my eyes to my mouth and back while he licked his lower lip. His hand pressed into the door above me and we were back in the same position as before. My heart hammered in my chest.

“I think you know,” Cross’ voice had a teasing lilt to it as he slid a hand along the side of my neck and gripped the base of my skull lightly while tilting my chin up to him with his thumb.

“If I knew for certain I wouldn’t need to be here,” I bit back with a tinge of sass.

“You wouldn’t?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

I sighed heavily into his mouth, inches from mine. “Just– I just–”

“Yes?” His voice was so teasing, it was going to drive me insane.

“I want an answer goddamnit…” I managed to breathe out.

Crosshair’s lips crashed into mine with a fervor. It was deep and passionate, yet a sense of longing existed in the undercurrent. After a moment of us melting into one another he broke away.

“Is that an acceptable answer?” He smirked. I reached back up and pulled his lips back to mine, craving the taste that I had desired for so long. He smiled against my mouth and spoke with his lips still to mine, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Cross’ hand moved from the door to snake around my waist and pull me closer. It was a good thing too, because a moment later the door slid open and there stood a very surprised looking Wrecker and Tech, and their Sargeant with a smug look on his face. We had stopped kissing but Crosshair was still holding me tight. He dropped his forehead against mine.

“You three have impeccable timing, you know that right?” He grumbled.

Hunter responded, “You’re the one that chose to make out in our doorway.” He nudged his brother playfully as he walked past.

“It’s about damn time!” Wrecker approached us and lifted us together in a tight bear hug. As he set us back down, Tech moved past to his workbench and fixed his goggles.

“Yes, yes. We are all thrilled for the new couple. Maybe now we can all have a little break from Crosshair going on and on about her.” Tech announced. Crosshair shot daggers with his eyes at Tech, which Tech wasn’t even remotely phased by. Cross grabbed me by the hand, interlacing his long fingers with mine and he tugged gently towards the door.

“C’mon, let’s find somewhere less crowded to finish our… conversation.” Crosshair left the room with me happily in tow.

Tech called after us, “I doubt you’ll be doing that much conversing!”

Crosshair shook his head and let out a soft chuckle, while my cheeks turned a bright red. This had been the best answer I could have hoped for.

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ikeromantic · 6 months

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Alice in College pt 2

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2700 words. 2/6

Part 1

Alice startled as the office door swung open. Dalim was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, a slight smile on his face. “Hey! What are you doing here? This is supposed to be for teachers.”

“I’m sorry?” The blond’s brow wrinkled.

“Dalim -” She gave an exasperated sigh. Clearly she was in the wrong spot. She reached for her notebook.

“I see. You’ve confused me for that hooligan.”

Alice looked up. “What?”

“It happens all the time. I really don’t know why. I’m nothing like him.” The blond stood with a grimace. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dean Tweedle. And I’ve prepared your schedule for this term, so why don’t you take a seat?”

She realized then that his clothes were completely different from Dalim, his hair carefully styled. A bunch of small differences that separated the . . . “Are you brothers or, or cousins or something?”

“Absolutely not. We are in no way related.” Dean frowned and sat back down.

“Oh. Well. Sorry then.” She felt a little surprised by his reaction, but this place was strange and maybe in Cradle it was totally normal for two people to look practically alike. She sat in the seat across from Dean.

“Excellent. Let’s not bring it up again.” Dean smiled at her again and steepled his fingers. “You are in the unlucky position of being a midterm transfer. That means we’ll have to work extra hard to get you caught up.” He pulled a stiff sheet of paper from a file on his desk and handed it to her.

Alice stared down at the class schedule in dismay. There were thirteen subjects listed, along with 2 study periods. “Umm, Professor, this says my first class is 7am?”

“Please, Alice, call me Dean. And yes. You’ll have double the subjects this term, double the homework and studying.” He sounded almost gleeful. “It will be quite a load, but I am sure you’re up to the task.”

“You are?” She blinked up at him, feeling off kilter.

Dean smiled even more brightly. “Of course. You’ll have plenty of help in your study halls and lots of time to focus”

Alice looked down again. She had some subjects she recognized, like history and speech, and others that were strange. Crystal theory and metaphysics. “Ummm. Can I switch some of these? Like . . . phys ed? In London I took band . . . and . . .”

“I’m afraid not. This schedule is perfectly balanced and includes all the coursework you’ll need to progress.” He reached across the desk to pat her hand. “We’ll have you caught up in no time.”

His touch was warm and gentle, and it did kind of soothe her nerves.

“Thanks.” She flipped the notebook open to tuck her schedule away. The pages inside were full of tight, scrawled cursive in chaotic lines. No map. No blank pages. Alice realizes immediately what must have happened. That rude Amon guy had her notebook, and she had his. Great.

Dean was still smiling at her. “You should spend the evening getting acclimated to the school and grounds. Breakfast starts at 5am and you’ve got Crystal Theory bright and early. Don’t be late to class, hm?”

“What? Oh. Right.” She shut the notebook. “Could you tell me how to get to the library from here? I think I left something there.” Hopefully Amon was still around. She’d trade him his notebook for hers and get her map back.

“Already getting some study time in? Wonderful.” Dean rubbed his hands together. “It’s not too far -” He gave her directions and saw her to the door.

Alice tried to follow his instructions. Left to the stairs. Take a right at the second landing. Then . . . was it take the first stair up or the second? Had he mentioned a second? She passed a roped-off corridor as she made her way down the empty hall. Maybe it was the third one? A sound made her stop in her tracks, and turn.

Someone was moving in the dark hallway beyond the rope. She caught sight of a face beneath a dark hood, wild strands of pale hair, glowing ember-colored eyes. “Amon?”

He turned away, ignoring her.

Alice pushed past the rope and went after him. This part of the school did not look like it was in use. There was a sign that said, ‘ No unauthorized entry’ and then a little ways further, ‘No students allowed beyond this point.’ But it seemed Amon definitely went this way.

Many of the doors were shut and locked. In open rooms, she could see dust cloths thrown over desks, the magic lamps emptied of crystals. She wouldn’t have minded exploring a little more - curiosity was a weakness of hers - but Amon was hurrying on ahead and she needed to catch up.

“Amon! Wait! You - you have my notebook!”

If he heard her, the words didn’t even give him pause. He ducked into one of the rooms and out of sight.

Alice paused on the threshold, feeling nervous for the first time on this little chase. The arch above the door was scorched, the paint peeled and blackened. The room beyond was full of strange shapes, some covered with greying cloth and others, just looming shadows. “Amon?”

No reply. Maybe he was hiding from her. She walked in, moving cautiously. The covered figures were statues, she thought, peering under one of the covers. And past that, strange looking equipment. Huge round vats of glass so big she could swim in them if they were full. Metal tubing that curved and arched into spiraling designs sat atop a series of tables, and then there were things she couldn’t begin to imagine the use for.

She leaned forward, peering at a rack of tools. Or, she thought they were some kind of tools. Handles with - something covered her eyes.

“Guess who, princess!” A low, teasing voice tickled against her ear.

Alice pulled away, knocking several things onto the floor.

Somewhere from the shadows, another low voice hissed a warning. “Stop making so much noise! Someone will notice.”

“I’d make less noise if you didn’t say hello by grabbing me.” Alice glared toward the darkness and then turned her gaze back toward Dalim. He smiled at her smugly despite her glare. “What are you doing here? I don’t think students are allowed in this area. There was a sign.”

Dalim gave a shrug. “Just working on some stuff.”

“Tell her to go away.” Amon stepped from a darkened alcove, his expression one of extreme displeasure.

“Umm, I am pretty sure you can tell me yourself. And anyway, I’m not here to hang out. You took my notebook.” Alice held out the black notebook she’d taken on accident. “Trade back?”

Amon tried to swipe it but Alice jerked it back out of reach.

“I can’t believe you don’t want to hang out with us!” Dalim plucked the notebook out of her hands. “You really just came down here to give this back?”

“No. I am here for my notebook. It’s got a school map in it. And - and Harr gave it to me. As a gift.”

“How sweet.” Amon rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. He held out his hand to Dalim. “Thanks for getting that for me.”

Dalim gestured toward Alice. “Give her the other one.”

“You’re joking.” Amon glared at the blond.

“If you please? I’ll just take it and leave you two to your top secret boys’ club or whatever.” Alice put her hands on her hips.

“It’s not a boys’ club,” Amon spat back without moving his gaze from Dalim. “I’m researching something so fantastic that it would destroy your tiny little banal brain if I tried to explain it to you.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Look, tryhard, you aren’t scaring me. I don’t care what you’re doing up here. I just want my notebook back. It was a gift, and it’s useful. So stop dragging this out. I’d like to get back downstairs before dinner is over.”

Dalim leaned forward and whispered something to Amon.

After a moment, Amon nodded. “Fine. I’ll give it back.” He pulled open his messenger back and rummaged around until he came up with a familiar looking notebook. He flipped through it quickly, as if checking for something, then held it out. “For you, Alice.” His smile was mocking.

Dalim nudged him.

“Yeah, ok, and I’m sorry I gave you a hard time.” Amon sighed. “Good enough?”

“For a first try.” Dalim grinned. “Sorry about him, Alice. He was raised by wolves. Anyway, you want to see what we’re working on? It’s pretty impressive. Probably get us top scores in magical theory.” He raised an eyebrow, “And you’re pretty new to magic, right? So I know you’ve never seen anything like this.”

Alice snagged her notebook and tucked it under her arm with a frown. “Honestly, I don’t care what you’re doing up here. Besides, didn’t your friend say it would melt my brain?”

“I didn’t say melt -” Amon started, but Dalim interrupted.

“He’s just being dramatic. Come on, I’ll show you. I don’t get to show off very often.” Dalim pulled a crystal out of his pocket and it flared to life, lighting the room.

“Fine.” Alice wasn’t entirely ready to forgive either of them for being jerks, but she was curious.

Amon smirked. “Come on then. I don’t have all evening to play tour guide.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along after Dalim.

His hand was warm and oddly comforting, Alice thought. And this close, she could smell his scent, a heady mix of sharp, herbal scents that wasn’t unpleasant - though it was unusual. She wanted to dislike it, because it was Amon, but couldn’t help leaning into him. So much so that when he stopped, she bumped into him.

“You don’t need to be so close,” he muttered, letting go of her hand and taking a step away.

Dalim raised an eyebrow. “Right. So, princess, this is it.”

Alice turned to look where he was gesturing, her eyes going wide. She didn’t know enough about magic to know what she was looking at, but Dalim hadn’t lied. It was impressive. Cauldrons and glass vats full of glowing, multi-hued liquids and swirling smoke. Magic crystals with wires and tubes connecting them to blinking switchboards with turning gears.

“What is it meant to do,” she asked in a voice quiet with awe.

“That’s a secret,” Amon smirked.

Dalim settled onto a stool. “Afraid you’ll have to earn our trust if you want to know more. But I’m glad you can appreciate how special it is that we shared it with you.”

“Is this for . . . a school project or something?”

“Something,” Dalim said just as Amon snapped, “None of your business.”

Alice shrugged. “Ok, fine. But I can’t be terribly impressed if I don’t know what it does. Might just be all show, no function.”

Amon was gearing up for an insulting reply when Dalim held up a hand for silence. “I hear something,” he whispered.

Then, from the distance, “This is an off-limits area! I know someone’s back here and boy are you in trouble.”

“Dean!” Amon and Dalim glanced at each other. Then they were moving. Quick and silent, they ducked back out into the shadowy room.

Alice tried to follow them, but her legs were shorter and she didn’t know the way. In a few turns, she’d lost them to the maze of halls and fabric covered displays. She crouched behind a table to get her bearings, breathing hard as much from exertion as excitement.

“Got you.” Dean’s face came into view with a flash of pale blue light. He looked surprised and a little disappointed as he realized who, exactly, he got.

“Hello again, Mr. Tweedle.” Alice gave him a small wave.

He frowned at her and then looked around. “Where are the others? Who are you here with?”

“It’s just me, I’m afraid.” She gave him what she hoped was an honest smile. Alice didn’t care if Amon and Dalim got into trouble, but she wasn’t about to turn into a snitch on her first day.

Dean let out a breath, a frown line forming between his brows. “I could’ve sworn I heard . . . well . . . I suppose . . .” His gaze came back to her with an unexpected sharpness. “I’m rather disappointed in you, Alice. You’ve been here half a day and already getting into mischief.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Tweedle. I got turned around and then - then I let my curiosity get the best of me.” Alice hung her head guiltily. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone past the ropes, but I wanted to know what was back here.”

“Please, call me Dean, Alice.” He cleared his throat. “You’re quite lucky you didn’t come to harm. Some of the old equipment here is quite unstable.” He held out a hand to her. “Come along.”

She took his hand and let him help her up. “Is it? I wasn’t even sure what all this stuff was. Half looks like an art display and the rest, like something out of a mad scientist’s lab.”

Dean quirked a smile. “It would have been better for you to come ask myself or one of the other TA’s than to sate your curiosity through trespassing. But I can’t fault an inquiring mind.” He patted her head. “This floor is full of old laboratories our research students used to push understanding of magic in Cradle. Unfortunately, some of the experiments went too far and created unexpected problems. For the last few years, we’ve been working on unraveling some of the more dangerous magical fields and disarming the equipment, but much of it is still dangerous.”

“I see.” Alice wondered if maybe Dean was exaggerating the dangers - or if Amon and Dalim didn’t understand how dangerous this floor was.

“I hope you do. We wouldn’t want to lose another -” his words dissolved into a shout of alarm as one of the nearby contraptions began to glow.

Alice couldn’t make out what it was under the white sheet, but she could feel the crackle of strange energies in the air. Then without warning, something burst. There was a loud pop and the sheet - along with whatever lay underneath - came flying toward them. She held up her hands to ward it off, shouting. “No! Stop!”

The sheet covered equipment froze mid-air and then clattered to the floor with a bang. The tension in the air released with a pop, and a sudden skirling in the air. Alice stared at it anxiously.

Dean looked from her to the pile and back again. “Interesting.” He took her arm. “We should hurry lest anything else wake up.”

She wasn’t about to argue. Alice wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she wanted to get far enough away to reflect on it in peace.

The two of them made it to the stairwell without any other lab equipment taking offense at their passage. Then Dean led her down to the dining hall. He’d been quiet for the walk, contemplative. But here at the door, he paused.

“I’d like to tell you the experience was its own punishment, but I’m afraid I can’t let your transgress go so easily. Rules are rules, you know.” He smiled at her gently as if trying to take the sting out of his words.

“W-what does that mean?” Alice fiddled with her skirt, not meeting his gaze.

Dean took a breath, his eyes narrowing. “I’ll have to assign you some extra work to keep those idle hands busy. I think, perhaps, detention with Mousse each morning for the next week will do. And if not, I’m sure I can find some additional studies for you.” He sounded almost glad for it.

Alice risked a glance at his face and found that he was still smiling, and his gaze was bright. “I guess I understand?”

“Excellent. Just let me know if you find yourself with too much free time. I have some excellent ideas already.”

“Thanks, Mr - uhm, Dean. I’ll go see Mousse first thing.”

“Six in the morning, on the dot.” Dean was definitely enjoying this.

Alice nodded. “Right.” This was not the start she’d hoped for, but it could be worse. Maybe detention with Mousse would be fun? She kept telling herself that as she filed into the dining hall for dinner with the other students.

Part 3

#ikemen revolution #ikerev au #ikerev Dean #ikerev Dalim #ikerev Amon #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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niilue · 2 years

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character: sherlock (mtp) w/ gn reader

prompt: 21

cw: ruining orgasm and gagged

thank you for considering and congrats on 1k!

‧₊˚⊹ sub sherlock x gn! reader

prompt: "let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules"

cw: drabble, dom reader, gender neutral, ruining orgasm, gagged, a little of impact play. words: 425 1k event

"what am i supposed to do with you sherly?"

sherlock found himself gagged in his favorite chair in his study. completely naked while you paced in front of him, teasing him.

you touched his shoulders down to his nipples. sherlock stirred at your icy touch.

"mhmmm, nnhg" sherlock only let out moans and incongruous "words" as he had a cloth in his mouth.

"what? ahh sorry cutie, i don't understand you."

after playing with his nipples for a while, poking and prodding him a bit to see how they bounced. you got down on your knees in front of the man. looking up at him from below with desire.

"let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules."

sherlock smiled a little smile even though he was gagged. pervert.

you opened your mouth and got dangerously close to his member, which still hadn't woken up yet.

but it was just a game, instead of taking it in your mouth you slapped his cock, hard.

"uhhhg"

sherlock jumped from the blow you had given him. you started to suck him a little while you masturbated him and kept slapping him from time to time.

you massaged his tip, squeezed his balls and even used your teeth a little when you were sucking him, causing his whole body to become a whimpering, grunting mess.

his cock was now erect and hard before you. you watched it quiver desperate for more.

"what? do you want to cum? ummm, i don't know..."

sherlock was begging you with his eyes, and when you thought you couldn't see him he lowered his hands to his cock. to touch himself.

you slapped his hands and looked at him menacingly.

"don't even think about it, asshole. i'm in charge here, and you won't do what you want."

you stood up and grabbed him by the cheeks, hard and crushing them. as you faced him, you kept touching his cock. watching as he opened his mouth wanting you to kiss him.

"what do you want sherly? talk to me. ahh that's right you can't, ha".

you hit his cheek, over and over again. watching how it turned him on and made him cry out.

you increased the rhythm making him whimper. you lifted his hips to give him better friction. and when you could feel something starting to come out of his cock. you stopped touching him. ruining his orgasm.

"hehe, how ingenuous sherly, but you look better this way, exposed to me and not being able to cum."

#niilue's 1k event #dom reader #sherlock #sub sherlock #moriarty the patriot #gender netural #moriarty the patriot smut #dom!reader #smut #yuukuko no moriarty #yuukuko no moriarty x smut #sherlock s reader #sub character #gn reader #gender neutral dom

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idiotsofoz · 6 months

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May I have some lore in return??

hmmmm..... my youngest brother is only my half brother but he's also technically adopted because my mom had a kid with someone else while my parents were in the divorce process and then he got taken away from her by cps and we were the only people available to take him. ummm ive known i want to go into coding as a career since 5th grade . im a theatre kid. im not allergic to poison ivy. i can kinda sing. ive been to a mental hospital twice. i own every season of adventure time on dvd. i had a dan and phil fan account on instagram in middle school with over 1k followers. i had a sanders sides phase. i'm ginger. uhhhh this is all i can think of currently

#hashtag swag #asks

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bellsdarling · 2 months

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Ummm wtf??? When did I ever get over 1k followers???? Ahhhhhh hello!!! How are you guys??? Thank you for following me!!!!

#personal #followers #following #tumblr #follows #omg #this is amazing #and it's over 1200 #so i've had to have had them for a while now???#ahhhh this is so crazy!!!

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beneathstarryskies · 2 years

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'I'm looking for comfort

That I can take

From someone else

But after all

I know there is no one

That can save me from myself

You were the only one'

Cetait toi you were the one by Billy Joel

Angsty smutty with Dante plz

Congrats on 1k followers ur the best!

1k event ☽ event requests are still closed!

Word Count: 796

Warnings: angst, ummm i missed the smutty part of this request pls forgive me, fem!reader

Dante is sitting in the office when the power flicks off. He groans softly but doesn’t make any move to remedy the situation. For once he actually had the money to pay the bill this month. He spent it instead on bottles of whiskey and pizza. One day passed to the next without him paying much mind to it. Most nights he fell asleep at the desk and he dreamt of being in the bed upstairs with you. The first time he actually bothered to look at the calendar on the wall, he’d been startled to discover two weeks had passed since the last time he saw you. He felt stupid for driving you away over his own fears.

“You need to move on,” he’d said. “I’m damaged goods, babe.”

You had never looked at him like damaged goods. Your eyes had never shown anything but pure love. At times it even bordered on adoration like he hung the stars in the sky. It made him feel guilty when you looked at him like that. He didn’t deserve that. Everyone who has ever tried to get close to him has gotten hurt. Every day that you showed up to his office with that bright smile you were taking a gamble. Dante decided he was going to end the game before you got hurt.

“Dante, don’t do this,” you whined.

“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t let you keep doing this. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

It had taken a bit more coaxing to talk you into finally leaving, and fuck it shatter his heart to see those tears in your eyes. He wanted to take you in his arms and give you what you wanted. He just couldn’t bring himself to be so selfish. It was for your own good, and he prayed to a higher power he didn’t even believe in that you would see that. As the days passed, he saw it less and less. He wanted to call you so fucking bad, but to do that he’d have to pay the power bill. And to pay the power bill he’d have to sober up enough to walk to the office, and that meant allowing himself to feel the pain he’d worked so hard to numb himself to. He sat in his chair and opened another bottle of whiskey. He notes with a grimace that it’s the last one.

“What is this?” Trish’s voice echoes through the office. It’s hot and stuffy inside. Dante grunts in response but doesn’t remove the magazine draped over his face. Trish attempts to count the empty bottles scattered about, but she loses count at some point and gives up.

“Where is she?” Trish asks, Dante grunts in response again. This is all she needs to put it together.

“Did you get dumped?”

“No.”

“You dumped her?”

Dante sighs but again doesn’t answer. Trish shakes her head and realizes sometimes he really is a fucking idiot.

The next couple of weeks passes in the same manner. Lady, Trish, and sometimes even Nero come around to try and bully him into doing something. Anything besides moping around would be better than this. Nero even scrounges up the cash to pay the power bill and attempts to get Dante into the shower. When Dante doesn’t budge, he gives him a little shit about smelling like garbage hoping for a quip in return. Dante grunts and drapes the magazine over his face again.

That’s why when the door opens, Dante doesn’t even bother opening his eyes. He assumes it’s one of them coming around to make sure he hasn’t died yet. Then, his nose picks up a scent he never thought he’d smell again. Your perfume tickles his sense and makes his heart race. Shame fills his gut at the state he’s in and he bolts upright to see you inspecting the wrecked office.

“So, it is as bad as Trish said,” you say softly.

“Swe-” he clears his throat, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check on you,” you say softly. “You smell like garbage.”

His cheeks burn brightly and he does a sniff test to realize he does in fact smell like garbage. He sighs and rubs his eyes. He’s been sleeping a lot lately, but whether or not he ever rested is debatable.

“How about you go take a shower, and then we’ll see about getting you fed something besides stale pizza?”

Why do you care? You should be pissed at him. You should hate him with everything you have. He broke you heart. Instead, you smile softly and take his hand.

“Come on,” you whisper. “I’ll come with you.”

Dante accepts this selfish yearning in his chest, and he lets you lead him upstairs.

#dante devil may cry #dmc dante #dante son of sparda #dante #dante x reader #dante dmc x reader #dante devil may cry x reader

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the0nlyallison · 4 months

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First I will say, thank you so much for more than 1k notes and the 15ish new follows I've gotten just from my one post haha ummm I kinda like doing this lol I like that every time I open Tumblr I'm like spammed

Time for my fifth piece of writing, which will be another poem (i think imma change it up next time lol) This one is called The Voices.

"There’s a sound that’s ringing in my ears.

They’re saying things I don’t wanna hear.

Making me sad; bringing me down.

They’re so quiet, but somehow so loud.

They won’t leave me alone, the voices in my head.

They start from when I wake till I go to bed.

They won’t stop. I’ve had enough

Of these voices in my head.

I can’t understand them, but still they’re saying something to me.

Maybe they’re saying I’m not where I want to be.

But no matter what I do, they won’t let me go.

Why won’t you leave me alone, voices in my head?

Will you stop bothering me before I am dead?

Why won’t you stop? Can’t you see I’ve had enough

Of the voices inside my head?

Get away from me. Leave me alone.

I wanna be free, so find a new home.

You don’t own me; I’m not your slave.

You cannot control me, or the life I will make.

One way or another I’m gonna find a way to make the voices stop."

#influence #positive #that girl #motivation #success #aesthetic #voices #voices in my head #notes #notes challenge #1k

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hg-deranged-edition · 4 months

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omgee I got tagged in a fic tagging game by @floredaqueen YIPPEEEEEEEEEE

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

I GOT 5 BUT TWO ARE TOTAL BULLSHIT

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

I GOT 6,739 WORDS POSTED ONTO MY ACCOUNT TOTAL. 1,049 ARE BULLSHIT

3. What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY ONLY THE HARRINGROVE FANDOM/WHEN I EVENTUALLY COLLECT ENOUGH BRAINCELLS I WILL WRITE FOR MORE. BUT THIS IS ALL I CAN MANAGE TO THINK ABOUT SORRY

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. IN WHICH BASIL THINKS OF HOW DEEPLY HE LOVES (OMORI)

2. AS THE WORLD CAVES IN (OMORI)

3. THE GREAT SUNKISSED RAMBLE (OMORI)

4. LOL MY PFP FOR YOU SWEETIES

(THE TWITTER ACCOUNT THE IMAGE WAS LINKED TO HAS BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS BECAUSE I GOT MY ASS SUSPENDED)

5. God’s Very Simple and Love Shouldn’t Burn (Stranger Things) (I literally posted this today)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I LOVE COMMENTS I LOVE LOVE LOVE I RESPOND TO EVERYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVR ME COMMENTS PELA

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I posted today. God’s very simple and love doesn’t burn. YAY

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm Basil thinks about how deeply he loves? The other one is just a dream a character has lmao

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

None I can think of, no! No hate so far that is so oresome

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

my lawyers advice me not to answer this question

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. Sometimes I write crack but that’s for myself and I’ve never really posted it anywhere, only shared it among friends.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I don’t write enough for there to be anything like that lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

*taps the previous answer*

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically I partook in a huge google doc with my friends that got so ginormous it crashed some of our pcs. And also text messages with me get crayzay

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Soriku. No question.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I wil not answer this question because I am praying to god I WILL write it

16. What are your writing strengths?

Long rants about how a guy is feeling rn guys I’m so sad like you don’t understand guys strap in for the next 400 words about my despair in this maximum 1k fic

(They would have loved me in another century were I born English or German or French. Alas!)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

writing.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Ganz einfach. خۆ هەر ئەیکەم

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first thing I published was for omori OH GOD WAIT NO MY WATTPAD ERA. it’s ok guys I only posted a prologue phew

20. Favorite fic you've written?

As the world caves in. But no one understands my dark twisted mind

Suggested tags. These are super high pressure. If you don’t play the game you will die, go to hell and have your family follow. Your wife and kids are toast bro.

@intothedysphoria @thatgirlwithasquid @dragonflylady77 the curse has been passed on

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frogmansfrog2 · 8 months

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Ummm how and when did this happen??? Thank you for 1k followers that's fucking crazy!

What should I do to celebrate? Tell me in DMs or asks💖

#ftm misgendering #ftm girl #fakeboy #misgender me #my own post #tw misgendering

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daedalusdavinci · 1 year

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ao3 wrapped

taken from here. i thought this would be fun!

1. How many words have you written this year?

i published 316,173 words this year, including the drabbles i only posted on tumblr. if i added wips... i dont even want to think about it.

2. How many works did you publish this year?

i wrote 62 tumblr drabbles and posted 31 works on ao3, amounting for a grand total of,, 93 works..... theres.. theres no way..... oh jesus christ

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

you know what i think it has to be hollow americana. i really wanted to write a fic that captured how i felt on roadtrips, and how empty a roadstop in a desert can feel. i wanted something that was haunting and melancholy and hung you up on all of the little details, and i think i pulled that off perfectly. its exactly what i wanted it to be

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

this year home intrusion got 4,033 hits, which i guess makes sense, since its batfam and also not a part of the jdau.

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

ummm all of the jdau, basically. it was such a niche idea and i really just wrote it because i was fucking obsessed with harvey and jason and tfz and its amassed more of a following than i expected it to

6. Favorite title you used

i like “son of dent” because its a direct reference to traditional jewish headstones and i think im soo clever for that, and i love “hollow americana” because it fits the energy of that fic so well. i think “like an oil-stained phoenix” is pretty good, if a little pretentious, but my favorite is definitely “the mystery of the old boathouse” because i really really wanted a title that references old mystery books i grew up reading and ties into the detective au theme, and it fits well!

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

i dont think i ever used song lyrics for anything other than like. titles. i hope i didnt anyway. i know “sharp edges” in “lost days” is a linkin park song, and “temporal shenanigans” is part of the homestuck soundtrack. thats literally it tho

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

i dont even have to look to know that it was bruharv.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

actually probably jason/nico. theeen bruharv

10. What work was the quickest to write?

one of the drabbles im sure. sometimes i just shit those bitches right out and theyre often under 1k so its liek. lol

11. What work took you the longest to write?

fucking level 2. unless you count the jdau series as a single work, in which case, that

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

one :’) just the one. and im not sure yet if ill keep it

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

i dont even have to look to know that its level 2. level 2 is 126,596 words and 23 chapters long and its my biggest regret

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

one of the drabbles im sure. but on ao3 its out of sight, a very very short harvmatches drabble i posted before i started posting drabbles on tumblr

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

theee only one in my docs. wdym. its supposed to be another part of the jdau, which i guess is also a massive wip? but i dont like to think of it as that

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

im sure it was fucking “Harvey Dent Adopts Jason Todd” this year

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

harvey and 2f clearly, theyre like babygirls to me. but writing jason (grace and todd) is also very cool

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

bruce. that insufferable old whore. maybe if dc could just stop being stupid and give him af ucking consistent characterization, i wouldnt have so many PROBLEMS. im out here merging different sources like its a game. build your own bruce. i hate it here.

but also harvey ive done so much goddamn research to try and write him right and i sitll worry all the time that its not enough

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

personally i want to explore some bitches /j

no but like idk man im really tired and writings been really hard lately and ill be happy to just write anything and feel good about it after

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

i reread the stupid jdau all the time just so i dont fuck up the next installment

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

3,145, apparently!

22. Which work has the most comments?

level 2 has the most comments at 31. which is kind of surprising, because it did not do very well otherwise!

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

nope

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

i wrote literally dozens of requests which are all sort of gifts i think, but in terms of literal gifts on ao3, i gave @roomfulloferidans many

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

nope. things were not written for me nor was i given an Ao3 Gift(TM). but eri drew some very nice pictures for me! they drew equius from ammfh and my ocs and i have them saved on my computer so i can come back and look at them all the time

26. What’s your most common category?

its M/M because im gay and i think men are hot

27. What do you listen to while writing?

i listen to white noise if im really struggling to focus, otherwise ill loop a playlist or a single song. its switched around a ton over the year but right this second im looping an arcadian wild playlist i made that has other bands with similar sounds on it in addition to the entire arcadian wild discography

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

also hollow americana, for reasons i already said

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

bro. im grabbing you by the shoulders right now. i wrote 300k words. i promise you i do not know the answer to that.

i know i like some of the headcanon stuff i put in starting over and hollow americana has a lot of good lines but i cant think beyond that even tho there are probably some real bangers because i wrote 300k words and i cant remember all of them

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

now. this may blow your mind. but. did you know. that if you dont like your ocs. you can just... get rid of them. and start over? still reeling from that one tbh

#2022 wrapped

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calciferstims · 2 years

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OK BUT UMMM TF ARE WE GONNA DO FOR 1K FOLLOWERS,,,

#i feel like I need to celebrate somehow #but. i. idk what to do #but I’m excited 😳😳#chatting tag

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sqirtle · 1 year

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what if i lied about my follower count. ummm 4 followers to 1k guys <3

#im minus 100 btw unreality or whatever #pato talks

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late-nite-scholar · 2 years

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TES Shiptober- Day 13-15- Magic

Back again, and this time with something totally different. I have a platonic ship this time, between the heroes of two different places and quests, though not far apart in time or circumstances. And so, we have Aethelfrid Bright-Spear, not long into her journey as the Hero of Kvatch, meeting Rilenna Nerevar, the Nerevarine now living their post-quest life. Rilenna is female in-game, but the more I get to know them, they are definitely gender-fluid (pronouns, shmo-nouns, I am all and none!), so I’ve used they for them in the story to keep consistency. Rilenna is also a bit of a chaotic disaster, and totally would just start using ‘Nerevar’ as a surname just for the lulz (I know that wasn't his last name, but Rilenna wouldn't care). And poor Aethelfrid, the more time I spend with her, the more I see how this all leads to her ultimate fate and how it all makes sense. Anyway, do enjoy!

Warnings- none

Length- about 1k

(Rilenna, made in https://picrew.me/image_maker/1373642)

(Aethelfrid, made in https://picrew.me/image_maker/449524)

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One would think there would be fewer bandits in the heart of the Empire. But you’d be wrong. And they were starting to get on Aethelfrid’s nerves. She’d barely gotten twenty minutes out of Cheydinhal before she had nearly a dozen miscreants surrounding her. The evening hour and the setting sun must’ve made them bold.

Where’s the guard when you need them? she sniffed as the first one came at her. She parried his blade, and smashed him with her shield. His face crunched as it met the metal edge and he was down for the count. But that was only one of several, and they were coming at her back, too. It was going to be a long fight.

She was on her third enemy when the other woman’s sword abruptly broke. The bandits cursed as their weapons all but dissolved in their hands, falling to pieces on the ground. As they stared, a swirling ball of fire, followed by others, streaked out of seemingly nowhere. Her opponents were screaming now, running for their lives. She could only watch, stunned.

A grinning Dunmer stepped out into the open, still surrounded by wisps of magicka. They sketched a bow, a ponytail of braided hair as bright red as their eyes falling over their armored shoulder. “Pardon the interruption, my good warrior, but those jerks were quite rude to attack you like that. Maybe getting spanked by a battlemage will teach them to be nice.”

“Thank you for your help. It… it was much appreciated. That was very impressive.” She stammered in reply. “Could I invite you back to the city for a drink? I feel like I owe you that much.”

“You know what? That sounds fantastic. I’ll take you up on that.”

They walked back to the city, a little on edge now, and with little conversation until they’d found themselves some drinks and a quiet table at the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn. It was only then they found themselves opening up at all.

“Thank you again.” Aethelfrid began. “I’m Aethelfrid Bright-Spear.”

“Rilenna Nerevar.” the Dunmer replied, “And I’m sure you could’ve taken those assholes by yourself, but I recognized you. I actually owe you one, and I wanted to repay that.”

“Oh? Ummm, what did I do? Were you at Kvatch?”

This earned her a laugh. “No, but I did hear about that. Nice job, by the way. No, this was nine years ago. In the Imperial City.”

Aethelfrid stiffened a little. Not much good had come out of that year. That was when she’d been kicked out, disqualified from joining the knightly orders. We don’t need no hot-tempered Nord in our ranks. You shoulda stayed in Skyrim they’d told her, as if she hadn’t lived her whole life in Cyrodiil. It’d been a turning point, and not a good one. But something good must’ve happened, obviously. She dropped her gaze down into her drink. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember.”

Rilenna shrugged, their myriad of jewelry and earrings jingling. “I don’t expect you to. I was a scrappy kid living on the streets, fightin’ and stealin’ to survive. It was Sun’s Dusk, about a week after Emperor’s Day. I got jumped by a gang, beat up, and they stole everything I had. And then you showed up. You were all in fancy armor and you looked like something out of a story. You took me to a healer and then got me something to eat from that Nordic food stall that used to be in the Market District.”

Aethelfrid’s head came back up suddenly. “Oh! I remember now! I remember I felt bad after. I didn’t have that much money on me, I wanted to give you more. I felt like I didn’t do enough to help you.”

“Not at all! You honestly saved my life that day. You fixed me up, gave me money and food. And you probably weren’t much older than me, either.”

“I was seventeen.”

“Look at that, we’re the same age! Anyway, you did so much more than you think. You gave me that dagger too…” Rilenna’s hand reached down to their belt. “It kept it on me for years. It saved my life hundreds of times. I’d still have it if I hadn’t been arrested and shipped off to Morrowind. The guards get pissy about stealing, especially when accidental murder happens, too.”

“Tell me about it.” Aethelfrid snorted. “I got in a huge bar fight and ended up in jail, too. I’m not even sure I was the one who killed the guy, but someone seemed to think so. Easier to blame the failed-knight-turned-merc, I guess.”

“Well, you saved my life once, and it sounds like you’re doing a lot of good now. Sometimes folks like us get second chances to make something of themselves. I know I did, just not sure what to do now. I visited the Imperial City, but it’s not the same place I left. I think I’ll go back to Morrowind. If these Oblivion portals start spreading, I might be needed. Again.” At the last word, drawled sardonically, they rolled their eyes. “Azura preserve me, I did not want another round of this shit. I’m pretty sure it’s someone else’s turn.”

Aethelfrid sighed. “I think that person might be me.”

Rilenna raised their mug. “I’ll drink to that. To prisoners turned heroes. Or at least, are here to do the grunt work.”

“Ha! I like that.”

It was late when they finally left the tavern. The moons were high and they both looked up at them for a long moment before clasping hands.

“Azura watch over you, Hero of Kvatch.” Rilenna intoned, but with a tipsy grin.

“And Mother Kyne guide you, Nerevarine.” Aethelfrid stumbled a little over the last word, and giggled.

“You almost got it!” Rilenna slapped her on the back. “Now, you go kick ass! I’m rooting for you!”

With this encouragement still hanging in the air, the two parted. Aethelfrid watched the Dunmer for a moment, until they disappeared around a corner and were gone. And for the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe she hadn’t been a complete failure after all. If she helped Rilenna so much all that time ago, maybe she really could help Martin now. She turned her gaze westward, now looking more forward than ever to getting back to Bruma, and to Cloud Ruler Temple.

#TESshiptober2022 #tesshiptober #The Elder Scrolls #tes iii #tes morrowind #morrowind #tes iv #tes iv oblivion #tes oblivion #nerevarine #hero of kvatch #chance meeting #dunmer nerevarine #nord HoK #writing prompt #prompts

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