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velvet-vox · 3 days

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The guideline to all of the most interesting posts on Doll.

Howdy! I've decided to create this catalogue of Doll's centered content to allow all of the character's fans to reliably find interesting discussions regarding her depth, psychology, role in the story, insights, free time, head canons etc....

As well as various shout-outs to my favourite content creators on this side of the community! (Note for said content creators: if I've inconvenienced you, or made you feel uncomfortable by citing your names on this map, just make me aware in the comments and I won't bother you ever again, as well as erase your names and material from this post)

A quick introduction (skip this part if you are here just for the list)

The reason why I wanted to make this, aside from having a reliable way to look up all of my work, is for the same reason why I started to write articles on Tumblr; you see, I've actually been part of the Murder Drones fandom ever since episode 6 dropped, and Doll quickly rised above the others and became my favourite character of the show.

So naturally, I started to search for some analyses done on my fave, I searched and searched and searched...... and just couldn't find any, aside from one quick @scottmemelordstrashpile (general and usually justified Murder Drones critic, not really focused on a singular aspect of the show) defense comment on a post that God only knows what it was about and where it went.

I kept looking at the specific tag over and over for more than a year, and eventually, I got fed up and wanted to leave the community, especially after reading this YouTube comment:

... Yikes. Luckily for me, I've eventually found out about @melissa-titanium , which finally satisfied my need for someone who shares my passion for the russian worker. She had a pretty good view on her character, which came in handy for me, since, despite me loving Doll intensely, I could never quite put my finger on exactly why and was afraid that it was just her cool presentation and that she was actually a shallow character.

Yet I still wanted more, and asked for more. And then, someone instilled an idea in me: to be the one who provides for more. So, I started planning how I wanted this to go, and came up with a couple of ideas....

Then Episode 7 dropped, and..... yeah. It's definitely the most mind bending episode of Murder Drones to date.

After her death, it felt like Doll really exploded in the tag discourse, not as much as the rest of the episode, but Doll was finally treated as someone (past) important.

At least to me; if I joined the fandom at the height of episode 3, I can only imagine that she was more of the talk of the town than my first impressions were.

But now, with all the useless stuff out of the way, here's what I've managed to gather across my research. Feel free to suggest more interesting things and I'll add them to the list.

All that is mine:

The early days

Asks for Doll's defense

Doll is Wakfu's NOX?!?

Masochism

The fun stuff

Failure girl guide

Nori x Yeva against Uzi x Doll

The Murder Drones RPG

Doll's resurrection: pros and cons

The doorman and the russian

Khan and Doll's scene appreciation

The serious analyses

The russian worker drones tragedy

The show's flaws represented through Doll

Different views on her death

Ship parallels

V and Doll; trauma, mental disorder, and low empathy

My masterpiece

The most important piece of Murder Drones content ever made.

And now, with all of my stuff out of the way, it's time to talk about

The big two.

@melissa-titanium and @dreamii-krybaby are the two biggest blogs to go to if you want interesting takes on Doll and her supporting cast; in particular, Mel and Dreamii are almost singlehandedly responsible for the popularization of the Noll ship and the character of Yeva respectively, as well as partially clearing up some of the misconceptions present in the community regarding certain aspects of the show.

Mel is someone who follows his passions whenever they take him, that currently includes Mob Psycho, Dungeon Menshi, and Dragons if you are interested. He has a very charming writing style and is always happy when people send or tag him into any Doll related post.

Dreamii is someone with a very balanced view of the show and its elements, she is not afraid to criticise the aspects that she likes, and she has a love/hate relationship with Doll, unlike the one that she has with her parents.

Stuff from @melissa-titanium (mainly a N x Doll blog)

Introducing Noll

Happy smile

Insides spilling out

They also have a dedicated Discord server, but I don't think I'm allowed to share the link, so just go to their page and you'll find it there.

Stuff from @dreamii-krybaby (mainly a russian roulette blog)

Family theme

The point of her death

Doll's father

Others

Here, in no specific order, I've put the names of other content creators and some of their work.

Stuff from @rad10active-ketchup (artist with a particular taste for Rebecca)

Too sudden

Stuff from @eveledoze (great artist)

Platonic Doolzi

Dizzy

Stuff from @nyaifyz (they describe themselves better than I ever could)

Doll's pain

Stuff from @yakkuo13 (another artist and Doll fan)

Trying to cope

Stuff from @hjansetv (artist)

Short hair Doll

Stuff from @txttabloid

Uzi's foil

Stuff from @sparklesnake23

A cry in the void

Doomed forever

Shout-out to Tirkras, who's not among us anymore :'(

I hope it's just a mistake and they come back.

Look up @scottmemelordstrashpile for various MD related things.

@cmicy has been posting Doll's drawings everyday in anticipation of episode 8.

@biscu1ts made this beautiful gallery .

The @crimson-solver is a new Doll RP blog that answers questions through the russian cannibal's mouth.

@thecoolersolver and her alt @russian-with-a-button is also a big Doll enjoyer, they like to get into arguments with @cyn-bot , a Cyn RP blog. Since I'm talking about them, I might as well credit @lizard12323 , @desgn8n-n , @rebecca-babe , @kittydragondraws , @serial-designation-v , @serial-desigation-vee , @serial-designation-en , @scaredk1tty , @electronix-arts , @blahash , @uzibrainrot and @the-iron-general .

🇬🇧 If you are Italian, check out @zarit-not-here , so that we can start to build our side of the community together.

🇮🇹 Se siete Italiani, cercate per @zarit-not-here , così che possiamo iniziare a costruire il nostro lato della comunità insieme.

@solarspinel has made... This thing which I don't know what to tell you about.

Here's a cool post by @lesslie-sass .

Appreciation (this post was originally made by @zehecatl , but I couldn't find the original so I used the Dreamii reblog, sorry anon).

@md-confessions is a user centric blog where people leave their confessions regarding various aspects of the show.

User @miuleen made this little piece of angst over here, which just so happens to go in conjunction pretty well with this analysis over here by @sisterpaw125 .

@robotthing is a troll.

And finally, last but not least:

A brief moment of appreciation for @dragons-hoard-of-fandoms . They don't create anything really, but their sheer dedication to reblog every single piece of Murder Drones Tumblr everywhere at any given time had to finally be congratulated.

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iamnot-crazy · 5 months

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Stowaway Chapter 2

Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

Info: This is my first time posting a story on Tumblr and my first time writing a x reader.

Summary:

The reader is a slave to a nobleman due to her devil's fruit ability which allows her to control the emotions of the people around her. She flees to bump into Trafalgar Law and boards his ship.

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A month has passed since you joined the crew and it has been the best month of your life. While the crew was extremely orderly and clean when the captain was around the moment he turned his back they turned into a silly band of pranksters. Despite the captain's serious nature, everyone knows he has the devilish personality of a prankster and retaliates with his pranks whenever one is enacted upon him but will deny it was ever him.

You have solidified your role as the crew's therapist who everyone goes to when they need an ear which you are happy to lend. You haven't used your powers once on anyone unless it was for a medical reason in which you will put them to sleep so as far as everyone on board is aware your power is to make people fall asleep. You try to offer your ability to law whenever they are forming plans to take on enemies but he will only use it to put people to sleep to keep up with the illusions the crew have placed upon themselves.

Law is also the only person who knows your secret so you continue to take showers in the dead of night to hide your tattoo until one day Law stood in your path. He stood right outside his office waiting for you to make your normal path to the shower room after everyone was asleep, "Why do you sneak off to the showers every night?" He asked when he spotted you. the glow from his office illuminated his figure but hid his facial expression.

You paused startled at his appearance in the hall. "I uh like my peaceful showers." You lie looking away from him.

He just hummed and gestured for you to follow him into his office to which you complied. His office was a mess covered with paperwork and opened books. You could barely find his desk under the stacks of books and the floor was not any clearer but had a path leading to the desk. He sat in his chair, "So are you going to tell me the truth?" he asked crossing his legs and putting his chin in his hands awaiting a response.

"I have a mark I don't want anyone to see." You admitting.

He nodded, "May I see?" You blushed the tattoo was on your hip and if you were to show him you would have to unzip your uniform and reveal more than you wished. "It's your slave mark isn't it?" He asked when he noticed you blushing. You nod but do not make any moves to reveal the mark. "Y/N I am a doctor I have seen a lot worse, can you show me?"

Realizing your captain is correct and persistent you unzip your suit revealing your bra and unzip it down to your waist where the red tattoo was with a dot with three triangles around it sat on your hip. "A celestial dragon mark??" He commented reaching out for the tattoo with shock and horror. You flinched away at the words and went to cover it up. He looked up at your expression to see it shift to horror and your eyes become red. He is surprised no one else noticed your eyes shift color when feeling intense emotions like now but then again the rest of the crew probably isn't looking at your eyes as much as he does.

"it's ok." he assured grabbing your waist and pulling you back, "He can't hurt you anymore." He pulled back the uniform looking at the tattoo again, "Do you want me to remove it?"

You froze at the thought, You have seen other freed slaves cover their marks by burning the sun pirate logo over it but removing it you wanted nothing more than to be rid of your past. You looked over at your captain trembling while you nodded your head unable to get the words out.

He grabbed your hand reassuringly and helped you zip your uniform back up while your arms shook, "Let's go to the medical room where it is a bit more sterile." He said and held your hand while he guided you to the medical room the place you crashed when you first boarded. He grabbed you by the hips and placed you on the medical table before turning to his tools. "get undressed while I get my supplies," he ordered with his back turned.

You shakily pull the zipper of your uniform down and leave it sitting just above your knees. You looked over at the tattoo and all the horrible memories it held until a hand was placed on top of it. The inky hand of your captain. "Do you want to hold my hand?" He asked still covering the tattoo with one hand and holding his other hand out for you which you placed your gloved hand into. "Your real hand." You shook your head knowing your current emotions were intense, "I can handle it, let me share it." He slipped off your glove before placing his hand into your own his eyes immediately filled with tears but he took a breath and sucked them in looking bravely into your eyes to inspire you to do the same.

Still holding your hand he cleans the tattoo with an alcohol wipe before saying, "Room," and you were surrounded by the blue dome of his devil fruit, "Scaple" He used his power to painlessly remove the ink that stained you skin, he kept repeating "Scaple" until there was no more red ink inside of you.

You looked down to see your bare skin and a wave of relief came over you, years of torture seemed to have vanished. You smiled widely with tears in your eyes as you met your captain's eyes who mimicked your expression with an unfitting smile. The most you have seen your captain smile is the devilish smirk he gives when he gains the upper hand in battle or a prank. Your smile turns into laughter at his face and his smile grows more. It wasn't until Law looked down at your bare body that you became flustered and quickly pulled your hand away, your eyes shifted Pink and your face turned red.

Law instantly turned his face away from yours and turned around. "It's gone now you don't need to sneak off in the middle of the night just for a shower." He coughed keeping his face away as you zip your uniform back up and jumped off the table.

You walk over to your captain place a small kiss on his cheek and whisper a thank you before walking out the room and to your bed. As you closed the door your back hit the wall and you looked down at your hand that flustered feeling was not your own you could tell. Your ability seemed to have evolved again and this time you could feel your captain's emotions and it was one of arousal.

In the medical room, Law sat with his head in his hands blushing tremendously.

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A week had passed and you and your captain didn't speak about the interaction again and he tried to avoid looking at you still trying to decipher if the feeling he had that night was his own.

The crewmates started to notice your comfort levels around them rising now taking showers in the morning still before everyone else had woken but no longer afraid of someone walking in. You also now change into your pajamas with Ikkaku instead of insisting on going to sleep in your uniform. And your fear of tearing your uniform during battle has decreased once you dodge a knife causing it to tear your uniform revealing your mid-drift but confidently continued to fight Law looked intensely at the bare skin where the tattoo was admiring his work as he would say.

But one con arrived with your new-found confidence and that is that you don't walk past Law's office every night allowing him to listen to the small pitter-patter of your steps. One night he was sitting at his desk staring at the door waiting to hear the pitter-patter that he knew would never come. He sighed closing his book ready to call it a night when he heard that familiar sound. the steps stopped at his door and was followed by a soft knock on the door. "Come in." He said as calmly as he could. The door opened slowly revealing you in the doorway. "y/n, how can I help you" he said pretending to be surprised that it was you who had entered.

"Something has been bothering me since the other night," You said walking into the room. Law heartrate jumped thinking you meant the feelings he shared that night.

You walked in and shuffled some books out of the way of the floor so you could sit in the corner facing him, "How did you know that I was walking to the showers every night after everyone has gone to sleep?" you asked.

Law released a breath and his heart rate returned, "Because you would walk past my office every night."

"But sometimes I would go at 3 in the morning." You stated.

Law just shrugged, "And?"

You shook your head at the insomniac captain of yours, "When do you sleep I always see you at the bridge first thing in the morning."

Law sighed, "Sleeping does not come easy for me," He admitted.

"Would you like me to help with that?" You asked.

Law shook his head, "I promised you that I would never ask you to use your powers."

"For anything, I don't want to." You cut him off defiantly, "I want to help you with this."

Law's head snapped at you in surprise, he will admit he has been thinking about the day you calmed him with your powers for a while and that night he was able to get the best sleep he had since he was a child. He searched your eyes to see a beautiful purple of determination and conviction. He was not going to be able to change your mind. He sighed in defeat, "Feeling calm for once would be nice."

You jumped up in celebration, you removed your glove to reveal the 5 dots shining a color grey and held it up which Law returned by placing his hand on top of yours and instantly relaxed his shoulders and felt the wave of calmness dance over him. You held your hand with him for a full minute to allow the full effects of your feel fruit to take over him and last through the night.

When you removed your hand he took a deep relaxing breath looking up and smiling at you thankfully. "Thank you, Y/N. Let's go to bed." He got up and opened the door for the two of you turning off the lights. He placed his hand on your back as he guided you back to the bunks thanking you once more before turning to head toward his room where he fell on his bed and immediately fell asleep with no thought swarming his brain.

The next morning the entire crew noticed their captain in a happier state giving everyone a day off on the beach of the island they just landed on. No one questioned it and quickly took advantage of their day of play. The crew decided to sport the swimwear that they picked up at the last town they went to and have a fun beach day. Law could not keep his eyes off you confidently revealing your stomach.

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Next Chapter

#trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #fem!reader

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gyutaro-shabana-upper6 · 6 months

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𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Thanks so much for 500 followers! To celebrate I'll be writing some headcanons specifically for this version of Gyutaro. Most of these headcanons will be relationship headcanons since that's what his simps enjoy the most. This will be Gyutaro x gn!reader. SFW headcanons will be first, and the NSFW headcanons will be below it separated and marked as 18+. I hope you enjoy these special headcanons! And if you ever want more writing for tumblr Gyutaro, feel free to ask me here or on my main page ˚˳♡

𝐒𝐅𝐖 ꒦‧₊ ꒷

Gyutaro is weird. He isn't just your typical guy. I feel like first I need to establish why this man is so fucking weird.

At first things were normal. He was completely "canon" until his sister convinced him to join tumblr to meet his simps. After that, things changed for him. He was meeting new people and trying new things. It was the first time he did something on his own, before this all he did was kill, eat, repeat.

He had almost no social skills and didn't know how to function properly in this new environment. He's 126 years old, but it was like he was an infant again, and he felt lost and clueless. The only thing he had to teach him how to behave around people was tumblr. Can you imagine an infant being taught social interaction by tumblr? Yeah, and you wonder why he's so weird.

Not to mention the first person who he really trusted to show him the ropes and take him under their wing. Driptaro. Who else would Gyutaro trust more than himself? Another version of himself of course! And that's how their bromance started. Most of Gyutaro's relationship knowledge he learned from Driptaro too.

Since joining tumblr Gyutaro has had his fair share of relationships. And man, is it difficult to be in a relationship with him. Especially if you're a human.

Getting into a relationship with him is hard enough, because he rarely catches feelings. Most the people that show interest in him are just straight up thirsty for him, and that can push him away. He'll just label them as another thirsty simp like everyone else. Since so many people are flirting with him and trying to get with him, it's very rare that he would develop feelings for someone.

But if you do things right he'd fall for you. He'll deny it but he really wants to be loved.

If you're able to get into a relationship with him it's going to be difficult. He may be a cool guy but let's not forget that he's still Gyutaro. And he can be an asshole sometimes. You'll need to be extremely patient with him if you want things to work. Even one fight could end it for good. His anger gets the best of him sometimes and if he gets pissed off enough, he'll just end things and pretend he never cared about you in the first place.

Never tell him what to do. Especially if you're a human. He'd snap and blow up at you for thinking you have authority over him. He's upper moon 6, no human has the right to tell him what to do. The only people who are allowed to do so are Daki, Muzan, and maybe some of the upper moons.

If you're a human, he's going to think he has all of the authority. He thinks you're just a silly human, and you need to listen to him because he knows what's good for you. He thinks he's actually protecting you by doing this.

He prefers dating humans because they're weak. Gyutaro may be "ugly" but he knows that he's strong. And nothing makes him feel more fulfilled than being able to protect someone he cares about. He wants his partner to come to him for comfort and protection. That'd make him feel so happy.

Not to mention he's a bit of a yandere, though he HATES being called a yandere. This side of him really only comes out if he really is falling for someone.

He has a lot of flaws when it comes to relationships but he has a lot of great qualities too. Like he's honestly a sweetheart. He'll take you on romantic dates, bring you gifts, and tell you cheesy jokes so he can hear your cute laugh.

When you're around he'll be a blushing mess. Always wanting to be close to you and taking care of you. He'll never admit it, but he falls in love quickly. All he really wants is to be loved.

His favorite thing is cuddling. If you were his partner he'd cuddle you all day in his bed. And when you try to leave he'd hold you tighter and beg you not to go. You'd have to pry his heavy body off of you as he pouts and lays on top of you, trying to get you to stay.

He craves the love that a relationship brings, but at this point he doesn't believe he'll ever get it. He's had his fair share of heartbreak and he thinks he doesn't deserve love. Since everyone just cares about his eggplant he thinks that that's all he's good for.

He thinks he isn't cut out for love, and that the only way he can get affection is through hookups. It makes him really sad because he wants a partner, but he believes he doesn't deserve that.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 ꒦‧₊ ꒷

When Gyutaro first came to tumblr, he wanted nothing to do with sex. He had lived for so long convincing himself that it was something he could never have, so he also convinced himself that he hated it.

But in reality it's something he really enjoys. He only learned that when Driptaro taught him about sex and told him how awesome it was. Only then was he willing to give it a shot. After trying it for himself, he found out it was actually pretty fun and something he wouldn't mind doing again.

Since people throw themselves at him all the time, it's not surprising that he's had a few sexual partners. But by no means does he want to hook up with all of his simps, sometimes things just happen you know? He's mostly done it with people he had romantic feelings for, but he has had a few hookups with people he barely knew. He's slept with women, men, humans, and demons in the past. So he knows what he's doing.

He much prefers to have sex with someone he's in a relationship with though. But if he isn't in a relationship he's ok with hooking up too. Especially if he's had a rough day and is feeling bad about himself. He'll do anything for some affection to drown the pain. This is when he's most likely to have the casual hookup.

But he really enjoys that intimacy, and the feeling of love he gets from having sex with someone he loves. Honestly, if you date him he may try to do it all day with you. His stamina is infinite so he could literally go forever.

He can be pretty rough. And we all know he's big downstairs too. So if you ever sleep with him, it's something you'll never forget.

He really does try to be gentle though, especially if he's with a human. He'll go slow and ask you if you're ok. Soft moans leaving his lips as he slowly thrusts into you while holding your hand.

He's definitely more dominant in the bedroom. He'll be a sweetheart and take things slow for you, but at the same time he'll be holding your hips and bouncing you on his cock.

He loves to just pick you up and do as he pleases with you. With your okay of course. Consent is very important to him.

Gyutaro has a very high libido, if you're in a relationship with him you'll never have to worry about a boring sex life.

Touch him below his belly button and he'll instantly get hard. That spot is sensitive and being touched there is an instant turn on for him.

He quickly gets overwhelmed by pleasure when he has sex. His cheeks will be red, sweat dripping down his temple, as he's moaning loudly and pounding into you. His hip bones slamming into you as his thrusts get harder and harder.

The chances of him filling you up with his cum are very high. This man's pull out game is weak. He just gets so overwhelmed that he's not able to use his brain and his cock at the same time. Everything within him is telling him to cum inside of you, and that's exactly what he's going to do.

Afterwards he's going to spoil you and treat you like royalty. You'll most likely be too fucked silly afterwards to clean yourself up anyways. He'll pick you up and carry you to the bathroom to clean you up, he may even run a warm bath for you. And afterwards he'll tuck you into bed and hold you in his arms.

He's going to watch you sleep for a while before he falls asleep too. He'll just sit there thinking about how much he loves you and how happy he is to have found someone like you.

Gyutaro just wants to have a partner who loves him for who he is and not just because they want his dick. If he can find someone like that, then trust me, they'll get plenty of it.

He gets in his head a lot though. And right now he thinks he's not cut out for love. But even if he's convinced of it, we all know it's not true. And that Gyutaro has the ability to be a phenomenal boyfriend if he found the right person.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny rp #follower milestone

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fluff-n-cookies · 7 months

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You may call me crow anon

Idk how any of this worls as i recently joined tumblr

But can i pls ask for platonic dabi who comes looking for sister reader after she moved out years ago from the todorkoi house and only keeps contat with fyumi, natsuo and occasionally rei?

Idl man

HI I don't know Either but WELCOME TO TUMBLR, I hope you enjoy your stay. I will add you to my anon list on my rules for requests page and. I hope to hear from you again, and fun fact you are my first EVER anon so thank you, It's my pleasure.

ANNNNDD for the sake of the story the reader has pink hair.

warnings Dabi tries to commit suicide. and some swearing.

RUN. do nothing but RUN.

RUN to find her. RUN to safety. RUN AWAY from the police.

Dabi's Inner monologue rang loud, louder than any other, louder than the sound of the police and the hero's trying to catch him. so, damn, loud.

Panting, the young 15 year old Dabi, who somehow managed to dye his hair and steal food for 2 years of his life, turned a swift corner into the alley way before jumping up to climb the fire shoot, it was now when it occurred to him.

(y/n) would not be happy to see the man you have become.

he froze for a second, scared, he did his best, he tried so hard to be a hero, a hero for his older sister, for she who believed in him when none else would, but it wasn't until the scorching pain of blood polling at his eye bags that he started to move again.

oh how he admired her, and her dreams of becoming rich, dreams of being someone other than their father daughter.

too bad they were broken down and beaten everyday.

too bad that Touya had to sit there and watch his darling sister, his one and only light, be dimmed and overshadowed.

it was worse he couldn't do anything.

it was worse he just could watch.

it was painful. even more so when at 16 she told him she'll be back soon, hugged their mom good bye, handed him a sheet of paper with the Words "We'll meet again" written in shabby hand writing, took the car and never cam back again, it wasn't for 4 hours at Touya realized something was wrong, it took Rei 1 day to notice something was wrong, it took 6 days for endeavor to notice, and 3 months before he actually started to care... that his car was gone. Fuyumi asked where "big sister" went, Enji never told her, and every time she would ask Rei, Rei would just burst into tears, eventually, Fuyumi stopped asking, Natsuo thought she was still at school, and Shoto simply forgot she existed. that year was the same year he faked his death, that was the year Touya Todoroki died, the day Dabi was born.

eventually he grew tired, the police had lost him, so had the heroes so why run when you're not being chased?

Dabi came to a stop, looking around before lighting a cigarette he stole from a convenience store sighing out the smoke, the hot smoke a huge contrast to the cool summer breeze, like you her kindness was a huge contrast to the rest of the family.

no one really acted right in the Todoroki household, their they were cold and brash, or had mental issues, most had daddy issues, and all should really go to therapy, she on the other hand was softer, kinder, a soul who needed helping but put the needs of other before herself. soft words, soft pink hair (a mix of white and red, odd since no-one else had pink hair.) and the most welcoming smile you ever saw.

she was always like that,

always such an angel.

Dabi leaned on the railing of the short building, smoking, reminiscing on memories of the past.

leaning too hard, and falling.

at this point it was intentional, how one to endure such horrors, who is the deity was cruel enough to taunt him by giving him the soul he adored the most and then ripping it right out of his hands?

it was a short fall, just as it was a short building, but he didn't land on concrete instead he landed on the dumpster.

greeted by the smell of dog shit, and the feel of soggy cardboard and black plastic garbage bags.

"the hell?" he whispered a sort of surprise that came to him as he realized this was not hell, but a smaller, stinkier, hell.

he was even more surprised when he realized he was not alone.

"oh dear! sir are you alright?!" a gentle voice yelled out, she was wearing a soft (favorite color) dress, and had the kindest eyes, that was the only way to describe her.

she helped him out of the dumpster, not even looking at his face.

just like (y/n) would

"hey, stay with me, we'll go to my apartment, just hold on tight."

she didn't even mind the smell of smoke on his T-shirt.

all he remembers after that is fighting, fight to stay awake, fight to thank the angel that is his savior.

then he remembers sinking into the soft cushions of a warm red or orange couch.

like fall, her favorite season. (sorry if you don't like fall)

then the angel came back, now is when she noticed the purple scorches, the piercing blue eyes, and the little white segments near the roots.

he was sure she was going to scream, he was sure she was going to run and flee, and call the police, but instead she carried on, gave him an ice pack, checked his temperature, check for any major wounds gave him some water.

nervously, she asked "I'm sorry to be asking this but are you by any chance a endeavor hater."

Dabi chuckled fighting back the blood from reaching his eyes this was her alright.

"(y/n), big sis," blood threatened to trickle down what was left of his cheeks.

poor girl, choked out a sob, scared to even embrace him scared he'll drift away like she drifted away from him, salty tears prickled the edges of her eyes.

"To-Touya," she gulped "I-"

she pulled him right toward her, holding him tight, just like she would when they were younger and Dabi had a nightmare and was scared, except now, Dabi was truly scared, sacred of both himself and the future, scared you would poof into vapor his arms if he hugged you too tight.

"I"M SORRY" she yelled out, letting her own tears fall.

that night was spent in a shabby apartment, that night was spent together, that bight Dabi promised himself.

I'm never letting you go, ever.

I TRIED MY BEST BUT IT WAS SHITTY ANYWAYS BYYEEEE

#bnha x reader #bnha headcannons #platonic yandere #bnha fluff #dabi todoroki #dabi x sister reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #todoroki toya x reader #dabi touya #mha touya #mha #bnha #todoroki touya #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki

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Active Authors Masterlist (8)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 /

***Active (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer who has updated within the past year. Inactive (on this blog) is defined as a blog/writer that has not been updated at all in the past year+. On THG Writing Hiatus (on this blog) is a blog/writer who has updated within the past year but has not posted a fanfic in the fandom in the past year BUT they may return to writing in the future. Lists will be updated as needed based on activity. ***

Created: December 27th, 2023

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adler_orzel :: ao3, Wattpad, tumblr

Popular Fic: The flowers on my chest: Legend says that once upon a time. "Eternal loves" were called "soul mates". For they are loves older than memory, that have lived a thousand lives and, in their blessing and wonder, caused empires to fall, death and sorrow. So, in order not to forget the power they have. They get separated and must seek one another until, by touching and calling each other's name, flowers grow in their chests. The marks of Eternal Love are rare enough to be seen only once or twice in a generation, and Katniss couldn't care less about the fairy tales her father used to tell her before bedtime. But for Peeta...The floral marks were reality, pain, and magic for Peeta. And Haymitch knows it.That's why anger consumes her when she sees how easily her mentor lies when he tells everyone that Peeta had one before the capitol took him away. (@adlerorzel-blog)

everlarkism-ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: You Came Home A deeper look into Peeta and Katniss’ life after the rebellion where they grow back together and start a family of their own as District 12 prospers again.

folkookie97 :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: too cold: Katniss walks in on Peeta showering.

FyreFlys :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Swan Upon Leda: Katniss regrets that night 4 months ago during the victory tour, even if she doesn’t entirely wish it never happened. This part, however- the one where she’s being forced back into a death arena while four months pregnant- would be so much easier if it had never happened. Peeta isn’t supposed to know. So why is he telling Caesar, and all of Panem, on national television? OR: the fic where Everlark aren’t together yet, Katniss is pregnant during the Quarter Quell, Peeta isn’t supposed to know but then figures it out, Peeta never gets taken by the Capital and hijacked, and they try to live their “happily ever after”.

goldspaypaint :: ao3

Popular Fic: What we do in the night: A collection of night time activities that Katniss and Peeta share. Chapter 1: On the train Chapter 2: The night before the intervjus Chapter 3: After the first time they talk in 13 Chapter 4: After the lunch scene in 13 Chapter 5: After Katniss see Peeta training Chapter 6: The night Peeta joins the star squad Chapter 7: In Tigris basement Chapter 8: Reconnection in 12

HEA_andallthelike :: ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: I’ll Teach You How: "Oh my God," he grins a little too devilishly and I wrinkle my nose at him. I'm not sure what's going on in his mind, but he looks WAY to happy. "Katniss," he whispers, "please let me show you. There is just too much to teach you."

imasradiantasthesun-ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Holding Bright Madge knows she is doomed to follow in her aunt Maysilee's footsteps. She does everything in her power to prepare herself to avoid suffering the same fate, including enlisting her best friend Katniss in helping her train. So when her name is called during the 74th Reaping Ceremony, Madge is as ready as she can be. She takes the route to the stage that avoids her father, she steels her features just as practiced, she drowns out Effie Trinket’s exclamation of her fellow tribute’s name. Madge is prepared, and being prepared means being as detached as possible. What Madge hadn’t prepared for was the low voice of the boy who hates her most to ring out through the square, desperate to volunteer in his younger brother’s stead. Because of fucking course Madge has to go into the arena alongside Gale Hawthorne. She really should have seen this coming. (@imasradiantasthesun)

jeanvaljeanralphio/anniecrestaodairs-ao3, tumblr

Popular Fic: Annie’s Games Annie Cresta has spent her entire life dreading the annual reaping— the random drawing of names that determines which 24 kids throughout the country are sent to the Capitol to fight each other to the death in the Hunger Games. Finnick Odair won the Hunger Games five years ago, and his life since has been anything but the peace and glory promised to Victors. When Annie’s only friend is drawn this year, she has no choice but to volunteer to take her place. Thrown together as mentor and tribute, Finnick and Annie both find themselves drawn into a much deadlier game than either of them could have anticipated….

MadlyMadeleine-ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: vengeance in my heart, death in my hand Katniss Everdeen dies in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games, nightlock in her mouth. Madge Undersee, grief-stricken and fueled by the thirst for vengeance, emerges with fury in the wake of Katniss's death. Determined to avenge her fallen lover and finish what was started, Madge takes up the mantle of the Mockingjay, vowing to tear the Capitol down. (@madlymadeleine)

mswyrr :: ao3, ff.net, tumblr

Popular Fic: The Devil is a Friend of Mine: Katniss doesn’t approve of District 13′s treatment plan.

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Hi to the most beautiful person on Tumblr! I was wondering if you could write sth with John where you're like 5-6 months pregnant and he takes you shopping for the baby and for you and everything's so sweet and when you're in a shop trying on a bag or some dress you say sth like "oh well my belly's in fhe way" and he smiles caresses it and you the sales assistants are looking at you lovingly, things like that. Thank you and sorry if it's been too specific 🙈

Aw you’re so precious, dear anon! Thank you for your request! 😍 it’s actually the first time I’m writing for John, so I hope I made him justice! ❤️

My baby.

John Stones x Y/N

Summary: Once he’s home from the World Cup, you’re the only thing that can save John from his “demons”, so much that he decides to spend a whole day spoiling you and your baby.

Warnings: none. Just pure, fluffy fluff!

gif credits to @bluemoonstonesy

“Wake up babygirl,” John whispered in your ear as he moved your hair away from your face, “I made breakfast…”

His deep morning voice woke you up from your peaceful sleep; while he caressed your cheek with the back of his forefinger, you slowly opened your eyes. John’s baby blues were the first thing you saw, those beautiful eyes of his you were so fond of; he smiled at you, his full lips looked so soft; his whole face looked as perfect as ever, making you question if you were still dreaming.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” he chuckled as he watched you stretching your limbs, “how are you feeling?” John asked you as he stroked your bump over the soft material of the blanket.

“No more morning sickness so…” you yawned, “I’m good, but I’d be feeling even better if you’d give me a kiss.”

“Is that so??”

“Yep.”

“Is that you asking, or your crazy pregnancy hormones?” John smirked as he bumped his nose against yours.

“Both!” you grinned after you pecked his lips, surprising him.

“I figured,” he shook his head smiling, before he leaned forward and placed a loving, tender kiss on your forehead, “do you want me to grab your robe for you?”

“Please.” you looked at him with adoring eyes; John really was putting all his effort into helping you, and you were so grateful to him even for the smallest gesture.

“Here you go mama,” your boyfriend smiled as he held your robe in his hands, waiting for you to get out of bed, “whoa, look at you!”

“What?” you asked John, as he looked at you in awe.

“You look so… pregnant!”

“You don’t say!” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “I’m six months pregnant John, of course I look pregnant!”

“Hey don’t be mean!” he whined, “You know I’m not that good with words!”

“Oh yeah I know that baby,” you chuckled as you took the robe from his hands, right before they instinctively went to your belly once again, “but you know? I do feel different now that I’m standing…” you admitted as your hands joined his over your robe.

“See? That’s because you look different!” John exclaimed in an obvious way, before he dragged you by your hand in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, “Look! It seems like your belly finally popped!”

“Oh my God…” you murmured as you took your appearance in. You turned to your right as you looked at your stomach, gently caressing it with your hands: it was rounder than it was before, and you couldn’t help but get emotional over the fact that your baby was growing more and more every day.

“Here we go with the hormonal waterfalls…” John teased you as he wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, kissing you on your temple as you sniffled, before you wiped your teary eyes with the heel of your hands.

“Those are not hormonal waterfalls Stones,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m just feeling like crying because now I’ll have to tell you were right.”

“I’m always right.”

“You aren’t.” you shook your head at him, before you leaned your forehead on his warm chest.

“I am.” he countered as he left a peck on the top of your head, “But that’s not the most important thing right now, you have to eat come on.”

You couldn’t really argue with that, as you were hungry indeed; plus you knew John wouldn’t have listened to a word you said, not before you ate enough at least.

“Do you want me to bring you some more tea? Or maybe some fruit?” John asked you as he sipped on his glass of fresh orange juice.

“No thank you babe,” you smiled at him, “I really ate for two this morning!” you giggled as you stood in front of him, “Breakfast was amazing, I love you John, thank you…”

“I’m glad I made you happy, I want to do everything I can for you and our baby…” a soft smile grazed his lips as he gently touched your face, “aaand… I love you too, my precious baby.” he kneeled in front of you as he pecked your belly countless times, tickling you and making you laugh out loud.

Surprises never seemed to end that day: John was set on spoiling you, and he wouldn’t stop until he thought you had been satisfied. His mind was still going back to the World Cup semifinal, but being back home with you and your baby was making things a lot easier for him; so it only seemed right for him to be spoiling you both as best as he could.

“Babe I really don’t get this,” you said as you got out of John’s car, “You hate shopping so why are you putting yourself through this??”

“That’s true, but you don’t.” he simply stated as he shrugged his shoulders, locking the car in the meantime, “And today is about you and our baby, so I’m taking you both shopping. So you can buy whatever you need.”

“What should I need, John?” you looked at him dumbfounded before your brain started to overthink, “Oh my God you think I’m getting fat??” you left his hand as you stopped walking, as John immediately turned around.

“What??” he asked, “No, no baby I could never think that!”

“Prove it to me.” you weren’t buying it, your crazy hormones wouldn’t let you do so.

“Here?? We’re literally in the middle of the street!”

“Here John.” you insisted as you crossed your arms, trying to look a little intimidating even if deep down you knew it was impossible due to your boyfriend’s height.

“Okay,” he chuckled as he took a step back towards you, his hands immediately finding your face as he knew you couldn’t resist him when he was this close, “listen carefully to what I’m saying because I might not be able to say it again,” he said, smiling again, “I could never think you’re getting fat, I couldn’t even if I tried. You’re carrying our baby, and seeing you like this is making my brain go nuts! If anything I’m so grateful to your body, for everything it’s going through and everything is going on inside you… How could I think you’re fat? Hm? I love you.”

“How did you get so good with words??” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling as close to him as you could.

“A simple ‘I love you too John’ would have been great you know??”

“I love you too John?” you said as you innocently smiled up at him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute…”

“Or else??” you provoked him as you walked down the street, looking at showcases as you did so.

“Don’t test my patience baby.” John smirked as he held you closer to his side, his hand slipping in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Boooringg…” you rolled your eyes at him, yelping as he squeezed your butt and immediately removing his hand from your body.

John’s cheeky little laugh was so contagious that you soon joined him laughing, as you took his hand in yours while you walked. Everything looked so magical, late afternoon strolls in Manchester were something you loved during Christmas time: the air was chilly, sometimes freezing, but nothing could stop you from walking under those beautiful Christmas lights. This year it was even better, since it was your very first Christmas with your baby.

“Oh myy…” you said as you looked at a beautiful burgundy red dress, your mouth open wide as you took every detail of the satin dress in awe, “John look at this!”

“You’d look so beautiful in this…” he whispered in your ear, “Do you like it?”

“Like it??” you gasped, “More like I adore it!”

“Come on then,” John said as he took your hand, “let’s go and try it on.”

“What?? No way! This dress costs a fortune John!”

“Since when has money become a problem??” John frowned, “I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N.”

“It’s not about money, but look at me! How am I supposed to get into that dress??” you chuckled, thinking that even if you had it tailored you wouldn’t be able to wear it again.

“I’ll think about that, you don’t have to worry.”

“John!” you protested as he dragged you inside by your hand.

“Good evening Mr. Stones, good evening Miss,” the sales assistant greeted the both of you, clearly recognising John, “how can I help you?”

“Good evening,” John said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “my girlfriend here kind of fell in love with the red dress you have in your showcase, is that possible for her to try it on??”

“John you don’t-” you tried to protest again before John shushed you with a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes I do,” he said, “I wanna spoil you and our baby, so please let me.”

“Yeah but me being pregnant is the very reason why I can’t wear that dress!” you chuckled as you excused yourself to the sales assistant for your boyfriend’s behaviour.

“Oh no, that’s really not a problem Miss! We can find the right size for you, and have the dress tailored for you and your baby! So you’ll both feel comfortable.”

“See? I told you I would have thought about that!” John said as he playfully winked at you.

“Yes you did, but you’re not the one who’s actually ‘thinking about it’!” you sassed back, making John giggle as he hugged you while you waited for the sales assistant to find the right dress for you.

Once she found it, she guided you to the fitting room. And that’s how the longest hour of John’s life began. He really wasn’t getting how it was possible for someone to take this long just to try a dress on, and he was getting impatient as he obviously couldn’t wait to see you in that dress. He was sure that you’d look like a daydream in it, and he was really looking forward to see you wearing it.

“Are you ready to see your girlfriend Mr Stones??” the sales assistant softly smiled at John, as he saw the poor man pacing the floor right in front of the fitting room.

“More than ready…” John sighed as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Okay, Miss Y/N you can come now!” she said as she opened the door to let you out, helping you with it as you held your bump with your hands.

“You’re so nice, thank you,” you smiled at her, glad she was so helpful and patient with you, “I’m so sorry, I still have to get used to this bump being in the way of everything…” you chuckled as you walked out of the fitting room, your gaze immediately falling to the ground as you blushed under John’s stare.

“Don’t you dare apologise for our beautiful baby,” John rasped, his voice suddenly deep, his breathing almost laboured, “you look stunning.”

“I wasn’t apologising for it, but for how clumsy I am,” you softly smiled at John, “Thank you though, you were right, I feel so beautiful in this dress…”

“Two times in a day??” John exclaimed, “I’m not used to you saying I’m right so many times babe!” John joked, his breath dangerously close to your ear as he hugged your satin dressed body.

“Oh shut up you silly…” you whined, making the sales assistant laugh at how cute of a couple you were, “It’s better if I take this gorgeous dress out now…”

“Of course, I’ll help you Miss!” the sales assistant said as she held the door for you to go back into the fitting room.

“Can I have a word?” John stopped her before she could enter the room with you.

“Yes, of course.”

“Is it possible to have the dress delivered at my house in like a week?” he asked her, “You know we have an important Christmas party, and I’d like to give the dress to her as a surprise…”

“Of course it’s possible, that’s such a nice thought Mr Stones! I won’t say a word to your girlfriend…”

“Thank you, I appreciate it!” John smiled as he walked to the checkout to pay for your dress.

“You know you didn’t have to buy us all of these things?”

“I know,” John answered your question as you both were putting your bags in the boot of his car, “but I wanted to do that, you’ve been fully supporting me through everything, I wanted to repay you for that.”

“John, I didn’t do that for you to repay me.” you pointed out, “I’ll always support you, because I love you, and I love what you do on the pitch.”

“I don’t really love what I do on the pitch right now…” John sighed, thinking back at the lost game against France, “Not after that semifinal.”

“Take me home?” you softly caressed his cheek, trying to comfort him in the sweetest way.

“Okayy…” he said as he was closing the boot of the car.

You walked to the passenger’s door, opening it before you sat down on the car seat. As soon as John slammed the boot of the car shut, he snapped out of his thoughts, and he jogged to the driver’s door.

“What’s wrong??” you asked him as you sensed his mood changed somehow.

“Fuck that game, fuck football for tonight. Are you up for some hot chocolate??” John smiled as he looked you in the eyes.

“Are you the one with food cravings now??” you laughed incredulously, happy that John was seemingly ready to let that game go, at least for the night.

“We’re expecting a baby, aren’t we??” he winked, closing his door and running to yours, “Come on, my baby wants some hot chocolate.”

“How do you know that??” you chuckled as you got out of the car once again.

“It’s my baby, I can sense that!” he said as he held his arm out for you, “Plus I know you want some, mama.”

“Well you’re right,” you said, “like mama, like son.”

“Son?? Do you think it’s gonna be a boy??”

“It’s my baby, I can sense that!” you winked at John as you slapped his butt, making him laugh.

Today was about you, you and your little family. And John thought that he wanted nothing more than to spend forever like this, with you.

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Hello Everyone!

This is a long one, so apologies in advance!

You may notice the Klaine Advent looking a little different this year! As noted in an earlier post, we’re rebranding to the December Klaine Fanworks Challenge!

There are a handful of reasons we’re doing this, but hopefully this little refresh will get people excited about participating all the way to the end. For consistency this year this event will remain attached to the Klaine Advent blog, and we’ll determine after the event whether we need to change that in the future.

So, how are things changing?

There will be still be a daily word (yay!), these are chosen via a random word generator, and are NOT themed in any way. These words will post on this blog every day around 6 am Eastern Standard TIme.

That said! Since it is December, and Glee comes with a Christmas episode every year, and Klaine do have a Christmas duet tradition (more years than not anyway…) we will also be posting a weekly theme! These will be holiday flavored, and we are kicking off this inaugural event with the theme of Christmas Songs. Each weekly themed post will highlight a different song and some selected lyrics.

On to the details!

The Dates. December 1 - December 21

The Words. Every day around 6am, US Eastern Standard Time, a fresh new word will pop out of the queue. This year the words are not alphabetical, and were chosen by a random word generator. The wonderful @caramelcoffeeaddict did all of the artwork again this year!

How to participate. Anyone can contribute, no need to sign up! There will be a single word prompt post each day for 21 days (December 1-21), and a holiday themed post every Friday beginning December 1, with the final themed post dropping December 22. You can write a drabble (or a sentence or a novel, if you like), create an art piece, make fresh gifs based on the prompt - whatever inspires you! This year the tag will be: “december klaine challenge 2023” and please tag with the word of the day so volunteers can ID the posts they need to reblog (please please please make sure all of your contributions are tagged so we can find them!).

Contribute however works best for you. You can do something every day, every 4th day, once a week, altogether at the end, whatever works for you and your schedule. Use all the prompts or pick and choose what speaks to you. Set your own challenges. The only requirements for the Challenge are that it be Klaine centered, and that it references or uses one the word (or theme) prompt in some way.

Volunteers will be reblogging fics to the @todaydreambelieversfic blog, so you can always go scroll the blog to find the latest entries. Of course everyone (especially the authors!) would be delighted if people reblogged to their own blog - the more people who reblog something the wider the potential viewing audience. We want to encourage everyone to reblog as many fics as they like all throughout the month!!

Partnership. This year again we’ll be partnering with @todaydreambelieversfic. Authors and other creators for Klaine Advent who would like an additional place to promote their works are welcome to join as members. Just send a private message to @todaydreambelieversfic with your email address and they’ll add you to the blog membership.

Archive of Our Own. We have created a collection on AO3 for those people who don’t post to tumblr, and where those folks who do post to tumblr can share their advent works if you like! The collection will be up this weekend and I'll make another post when that's rolling.

Want to Volunteer? We can always use people to help with the daily reblogs! If you can spare one or two days please signup here!!

“But what if I don’t write or make art and don’t have time to volunteer?” You are the most important person in the Advent!! Read the fics, look at the art, let the authors and artists know how much you appreciate their work by reblogging and commenting and liking and all those things creators like. Nothing helps a writer or artist losing steam get motivated more than a nice comment from someone.

I think that covers everything, so if you have any questions or there’s something that’s not clear, please ask!

Happy Writing!!

@slayediest

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Bruce And Natasha (Brutasha) Masterlist 2

part one

and you were my eyes (how could I see again) (ao3) - spidey_taurie (onecentwriter), the_cat_in_the_void T, 5k

Summary: He’s a mess. He’s such a mess. He loves being happy and having friends and he hates himself for loving and for breaking his rule and putting other people in danger, god, don’t you care? He’s a monster, true, but for a long time he’d hoped to keep that term on the greener side of him. But it’s not wrong—he’s risking the safety of his fr–teammates just so he can have a bit of fun, a bit of joy.

And then there’s Natasha.

God, it’s always Natasha, isn’t it?

Or; love is not something Bruce Banner ever thought he could have again.

A Simple Little Dare (ao3) - DutchRenegade G, 1k

Summary: When Nat turns out to have the lowest average that semester, her friends come up with a dare. Will she kiss the stranger in the corner of the bar reading by himself?

Beauty and the Beast (ao3) - Panda365 bruce/natasha, pepper/tony T, 47k

Summary: A few weeks after the battle of NY, the original 6 are adjusting to life at Avengers tower.

Through various missions and time off the clock, the team must put aside their differences to save others and each other from their own demons.

(This is a Bruce/Natasha centered story full of angst, comedy, and friendship. Be warned of potentially triggering topics of suicide, anxiety, and depression.)

chaos runs in the family (ao3) - magecraft G, 1k

Summary: Alexei doesn't think Bruce is worthy of dating Natasha. By his own standards he is proven very wrong.

Dancing With A Stranger (ao3) - Panda365 T, 5k

Summary: Bruce is back after the events of Ultron. Natasha has moved on...or so she thought.

flirting for geniuses (ao3) - screamlet G, 5k

Summary: Inspired by this tumblr post about Bruce and Natasha and how much more fun their dynamic could have been if the writing gave them a chance to be their horrible awkward selves.

In the Heat of the Moment (ao3) - onward_came_themeteors T, 4k

Summary: If Natasha had joined Bruce in the shower during Age of Ultron.

like there's no goodbyes (ao3) - natashasbanner M, 9k

Summary: Sometimes saying goodbye and moving on are the right thing to do. But it can also be the hardest. Bruce couldn't keep living like a ghost in the halls of the compound, but that meant leaving behind Natasha. She wasn't ready yet.

It broke his heart but it had to be done. He focused on helping people again and the last person he expected to encounter was Natasha herself.

Goodbyes were hard but for one night, they didn't have to be.

Massage Time (ao3) - Hawkeye_Beauty M, 2k

Summary: Natasha Romanov needs a massage to get all the kinks and knots out. So Clint recommends Banner. Banner is great at massages……And other things.

Mistletoe (ao3) - Panda365 T, 1k

Summary: Natasha hates raw conversations. And Bruce isn’t a mind reader.

Red For Forgiveness (ao3) - alinalotus T, 3k

Summary: When Natasha bails, Fury sends the only person capable of saving her to bring her back. "...only she doesn't hate him, not even a little bit..."

Running With It (ao3) - blue_the_unruly T, 1k

Summary: At Clint and Laura's farmhouse, Natasha opens up to Bruce about her past, and the two are finally able to find healing in each other's arms.

secret moments in a crowded room (ao3) - natashasbanner T, 1k

Summary: Natasha let Tony talk her into attending a Stark Industries fundraiser. But she didn't have to suffer alone.

Starved (ao3) - hulucthulhu E, 3k

Summary: Bruce is sure his window with Natasha has closed, but they're alone, and lonely. Maybe they can help each other though, after all, what else are friends for? Everyone needs a hug sometimes, right?

such a dork (ao3) - NumberFivesBottom T, 1k

Summary: Bruce overhears Natasha talking to Wanda about him. Their relationship blossoms through one act.

Unspoken Promises (ao3) - ourendlessaffair T, 3k

Summary: Bruce and Natasha share a bed at Clint's farmhouse and they face their feelings for each other.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #brutasha #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #brutasha masterlist

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maya--4 · 8 months

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Regrets

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Ghost!Gn!Reader

Summary: Ghost finds an actual ghost.

Words: 2053

Warnings: Gore, Reader expresses great distress finding out they died and wants to sleep forever. That's all I can think about but if you run into more tell me. I plan for the other chapters to get much darker so look out for that.

A/N: Part one of my Simon 'Ghost' Riley x actual ghost!reader. I was originally going to write as one big fic but decided chopping it up into pieces would be better. This is not my first fanfic but it is the first one on Tumblr I've ever posted. :)

Also inspired by this fic made by @ceilidho

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It's your room. The little concrete box you've spent the last 6 months in. An ache creeps in from... somewhere you're not sure. Like your body has been fused, all your nerves tangled and rewired. When your hand rests on the wall you feel the sensation of touch throughout your entire body. The room has changed slightly, the bunks are still there but your bed sheets have changed. You have no memory of how you got here.

It takes a minute for everything to return bit by bit, each memory hits you like a brick, all the years of loneliness trying to make friends and trying to win your parent's approval, all the time spent just for a fraction of affection. Then the army, you joined thinking this... this would be the thing that gets your parent's praise. The hollow feeling in your chest feels almost debilitating, the lump in your throat borderline choking. You made a friend, thinking of his name makes your head throb. Remembering anything about him makes you feel ill. Your body trembles, chest heaving frantically but air doesn't fill your lungs. You're not choking like you think you would... It's a dream. It has to be a dream, it would explain the weird sensations. That's a rational explanation for this.

'Just a dream, only a dream.'

The door opens and a man in uniform walks in, he's of a low rank, you don't recognize him as one of your roommates.

'Must have the wrong room.'

Your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out but you can see him jolt, his head whips around to look at you.

He's completely silent while looking at you. He looks afraid, not the kind of fear you get when someone hides around the corner and jumps out. It's like he's seen a ghost. You try to speak again but you have no breath to speak. He backs out of the room quickly slamming the door on his way out.

You would have flinched at the sound but your attention is focused on something else. The mirror he was standing in front of... You didn't see it before, and when he walked in his frame blocked it.

The face in the mirror is torn, teeth and muscles exposed on one side. The collar of the uniform drenched in blood. Another false inhale and the figure in the mirror moves its hand to its face. You see your hand in your peripheral vision. It's your face, but that can't be real, you're not dead. You were just in the gym. Confusion and denial cloud your thoughts until everything suddenly clicks.

'I died.'

Your hand drops, suddenly to weak to hold it up. The silent scream that is torn out of your throat does little to help all the sudden emotions. The realization makes you want to vomit bile but there is none. This is what you get, after years of neglect and sadness, all the years being forgotten, and the only thing in return that you get is death? The lightbulb flickers before shattering leaving you in the void.

You feel nothing when you knell to the ground and coil up in a ball, sobs wrecking your body. What did you do to deserve an eternity of solitude?

'Why couldn't I just sleep forever? who's sick fucking idea was it to bring me back!?'

Your begs and sobs fall on deaf ears. You come to find out that time moves differently when your dead, not even sure how long you were dead before becoming a ghost. You try to seem non-threatening at first, but part of you dies with every interaction with the living, their fear only furthering your spiral into madness. You hold on to your humanity as long as you can but the passage of time takes everything eventually. Grief and longing morph into animosity, you find yourself lashing out more and more until they abandon the room completely. Turning it into a storage closet, installing an almost blindingly bright light to make you disappear. They rarely come in leaving you in total darkness, the shelves gather dust and cobwebs. It's almost peaceful if not for your thoughts hanging over you, the what-ifs, the jealousy, the regret.

But curling up on the floor and being alone just feels better. Those moments you can forget reality and slip into daydreams are the only things you look forward to.

You can't do that when people are looking.

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"You can't be serious Price." Cold seeps into his skin through his jacket where he leans against the wall.

"You're not the only one, they're checking the rooms adjacent to yours too."

'As if that changes anything.'

"Why do I have to pack up and leave? Can't they just do their jobs faster?" His eyes scan the forest just outside the base fencing. The sun has set past the tree line leaving a golden halo over the the tops of them.

"It's only two days Ghost." Price says before taking a drag of his cigar.

"What could they possibly be doing that would take two whole days?" Asking seems futile now, he knows they are checking the walls for structural damage, pipes that run through the walls, and the bathroom making sure everything is still up to code. But does that really take that long?

The captain breathes out, smoke pouring out, amusement written on his face.

"Maintenance."

It's not that he harbors any attachment to his room at the barracks, or anywhere else for that matter. He likes the convenient placement. It's the perfect distance to most of the base amenities and facilities while also not having too much traffic in the hallway. The room he's given temporarily is a different story. It's a long distance from everything, tucked into an old corner of the base. Roughly the same size as his own room but without the bathroom addition. He takes note of the single bed in the middle of the room, the scratches in the floor from moving bunks around, dusty cobwebs clinging to the ceiling, and stains on the walls and floor leave him wondering what soldiers could be doing in here that stains concrete. The metal frame creaks when he sets his bag on top.

"You've got to be fucking joking." He pinches the bridge of his nose, reminding himself he's slept in worse places.

He falls asleep easily when he needs to, so why can't he? Why does he feel on edge? There's no furniture for someone to hide behind, no windows for someone to look through, even the door is locked, but he can still feel someone watching him.

He can't see you, not with the lights off. It should stay that way, just until he leaves. It's odd, they stopped putting people in here since they turned it into a storage room. This guy must be important for them to clear it out and give it to him. You just hope it's not permanent.

He doesn't remember the exact time he falls asleep but it had to be late because he wakes up strained. His hand paws around on the ground for his phone, unplugging it from the wall. Hitting the power button proves to be useless.

'It's dead.'

He plugged it in last night, saw it charging before he layed down. He groans and goes in the general direction of the door to find the light switch in the dark. The light burns shapes into his vision, his eyes screw shut at the sudden blinding light.

'Who thought it was a good idea to put the brightest lightbulb in such a small room?'

The day doesn't get any easier, seems everything decided to go to hell and blow up in his face. A small fire in the kitchen, although not doing much damage means a mountain of paperwork for him later... on top of the paperwork he still has yet to do. He spends his entire day sitting behind a desk. The feeling of being watched doesn't return until he goes back to the room for the second night. The small light of a lamp illuminates the space, made sure to grab it on his way back so he can see in the morning without essentially flashbanging himself.

But it reveals a different problem, the far left corner of the room is darker than the rest. No matter how he moves the lamp closer does it dissipate. It remains a void. He's heard stories, distortions found on security footage, soldiers walking down the hallway in retired uniforms and disappearing around corners, soldiers bleeding out on the ground calling for help, and when medics arrive they've vanished without a trace. Given his name, he's familiar with the concept of 'Ghosts'. If this is one of those cases this one is not corporeal. It has no form, no mouth, most likely the reason he was on edge the night before. Or he's finally lost his mind.

Sleep envelopes him quicker tonight, knowing what had him on edge.

'Just a little shadow.'

He saw you, no doubt about it he stood in front of you, just staring. You can't tell what the hell he's thinking with that fucking mask on.

'Please just leave me alone, I can't handle it...'

The words echo through your head over and over. You truly can't tell that time passes when you are alone. Days, even weeks can pass by in what only feels like a few hours but when people come you can feel every second that passes only brings you closer to hysteria.

Your peace returns when he leaves in the morning. No other furniture has been brought in, which hopefully means that he's not staying permanently. That fucking mask irritates you beyond reason. It could be that you've been left by yourself for so long.

The groan that leaves his throat holds no amusement as he reads the screen of his phone. Price just delivered the news that a pipe in the wall is corroding and needs to be fixed. This means he's stuck with the shadow and creaky bed for another night at least until a qualified repair crew can come to base.

"Should just throw the mattress on the floor." He mutters, pocketing his phone and changing directions, his original plan being thrown out the window as he carries a bundle of unfinished paperwork with him.

He opens the door and flicks the light on, the overhead light illuminating every nook and cranny of the room like a flood light. It's unnecessary in such a small room but the lamp he grabbed is too dim for him to see what he's reading. Almost forgets about the shadow in the corner of the room as he sits down on the bed. The only reminder is a buzzing of his nerves that won't go away. He can feel the begining of a headache starting to form. His eyes trail to the corner involuntarily, like a moth to a flame. It's not visible, but he can still feel it. He manages to pry his eyes away and focus back on his work. Time passes and his headache has doubled. He gives up, choosing to do the work tomorrow and try to sleep off whatever has come over him so quickly.

'That's enough for today.'

He puts the folder down and does one more check to see that his phone is charging and that the handheld lamp is on before standing to turn the main light off. The lamp gives a small glow to the room.

He's not expecting the eyes in the dark, the lamp on the ground highlights the silhouette of the shadow. No longer just a corner devoid of light, the head, shoulders, arms, and legs can be seen albeit blurry. The malicious intent behind its eyes isn't lost on him though. He can feel the pure hate in its eyes, but realistically what can it do, stare him to death? His lip twitches upward into a grin.

He doesn't spare another second thinking about it, checks the lock on the door, and makes his way to the bed. He takes a glance at the shadow. Their head has turned to look down at him. Still pressed into the corner like it was trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

"You don't seem very happy that I'm here, Are you scared of me little shadow?" He regrets speaking. Whatever it is begins to shake violently, still firmly planted in the corner. A low growl turns to a sharp shrill before the lamp light bulb shatters plunging the room into darkness. His ears ring at the sudden shriek.

'Probably shouldn't provoke the shadow.'

#Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader #ghost x reader #mw2 x reader #Maya's fics

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CFWC Writer of the Month: Jamespotterthefirst

Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @jamespotterthefirst! We hope you will enjoy learning more about her and her work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.

Quick Links:

Tumblr Blog: Jamespotterthefirst Blog Masterlist

1- When did you start playing Choices? What's the first book you played?

I started playing back in 2018. I kept seeing this thing called “playchoices” trending as number 1 on Tumblr (lol remember those days?). This would happen, without fail, almost every week! When I clicked on it, the posts were all about the finale of a royal story (The Royal Romance!). People made the most hilarious posts, complete with memes. I had no idea what it was, but I gathered it was an app. I downloaded it, and the rest is history.

The first book I played was Desire and Decorum. It was absolute torture because it wasn’t completed yet. So I binged the available chapters. Yes, I spent real money on keys and diamonds, telling myself at least I wasn't spending that money on drugs. It was so much fun waiting for a new chapter every week, even if I’m an impatient mess.

2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?

I joined the fandom almost immediately after downloading the app.

As I sat in my living room, tapping my foot and waiting for the new D&D chapter to drop, I went back into the playchoices tag for content. It felt good to find other people who loved the story as much as I did. There were other users out there who were also waiting impatiently for the new chapter, writing fics and discussing theories in the meantime. There were also some of the funniest memes I have ever seen in my life. At first, I would quietly read and reblog. Then, I slowly started posting my own thoughts and theories (which were not very good lol but hey, this is tumblr after all).

3- How did you pick your url name?

My life is one hyperfixation after another… The one before Choices was Harry Potter. More specifically, the Marauders era. I used to write for the pairing called “Jily”, composed of Harry Potter’s (dead) parents. Kelsey (@takeharryandgo) is a witness of just how much I love James Potter, Harry’s (dead) dad. In fact, our shared love for the pairing and character is one of the things that brought us together.

In short, this URL is a reference to James Potter the first, Harry’s (dead) dad. Not James Sirius Potter the second, Harry Potter’s (living?) son.

I saved it as a sideblog, meant only for writing resources for me to use at a later time. One day, I decided I didn’t want the followers on my main page to see all the Choices spam I was posting, so I resurrected the JP blog.

4- Go back to your archive and tell us about the first post on your Choices blog.

My first Choices post was a shitty theory about Desire & Decorum:

5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?

I’ve been writing fanfiction since I was a literal child. I used to write in a notebook and my friends would read during recess. It was awful but they were into it. One day, I used up the whole notebook and my friend was desperate for the next part of the story. I told her I needed to wait until my mom took me to the store (literal child) to get a new one. My friend got me a new one by the end of the day lol.

TL;DR that puts me at about 20+ years of writing.

6- What is your favorite Choices book to write about?

Without a doubt, Open Heart!

7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it or would you change anything about it?

Oh god, the first fanfic I wrote was Lily Evans and James Potter from the Harry Potter universe. I forgot the exact title, but it was named after an Avril Lavigne lyric. Again, I was a child, don’t judge me lol. It’s handwritten in a notebook I still have somewhere, but I will never open it again lest I die of cringe.

My first Choices fic, on the other hand, was a Desire and Decorum fic called “A Wedding Gift” that only like 5 people read at the time.

8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

Oof. This answer changes depending on the day you ask me. I always overthink it and end up saying picking a favorite fic is like picking a favorite child. To avoid being here all day, however, I’m going to say: Fake Husband, She Walks in Beauty, and Lovely.

9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but could use a little more love?

Definitely, the fic I didn’t expect to do well at all if my first Open Heart fic: Lovely.

I was so naive back then, knowing nothing about the Open Heart writing fandom. I had no idea what format or tags to use when posting. I was afraid there would be no readers out there who wanted to read a silly little story about my MC posting a thirst trap. All I knew was that the latest chapter of Open Heart Year 2 inspired an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it.

I posted it and I was so incredibly lucky to receive so much support. Words cannot explain how special that was. To this day, I cannot verbalize how grateful I am for that.

There isn’t really a fic I can think of that could use more love. It always amazes me that anyone gives my fics their time. So any feedback my fics get will always be valued and treasured by me.

10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Oh no.

If forced to choose, I’d say fluff.

11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?

Absolutely! While I try to make every MC different, I often pull from experience when I write. My Open Heart MC and I have a lot of things in common (heritage, hometown, astrological sign, etc.) But I also wanted her to be her own character with life choices that are different from mine. Since I'm very boring, it definitely makes for better fiction that way.

12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?

It depends on the day. Some days I struggle the most with dialogue. Others, my biggest struggle is descriptions. It's rare when I feel confident in both when I write.

13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?

*laughs nervously in unfinished series*

There are a few series I have yet to finish. Once again, I apologize for leaving them untouched for so long! I plan to get my shit together soon!

14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?

No!

I don't think I could look anyone in the eye if they read some of the stuff I've written, especially for Choices.

15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?

I strongly believe that one of the best ways to learn as a writer is reading. As such, I believe I've learned from most pieces I've read, particularly published rom com novels. In the fanfiction world, I admire my lovely friend @takeharryandgo. I've had the absolute joy of following her writing for over a decade. And with every work, I am still amazed by her masterful way with words! And her characterization is always spot-on. I simply love to read her spellbinding work and learn from the master!

Other writers/creators I admire are:

@heauxplesslydevoted- one of the first OH writers I've ever read! Her smut is top-tier!

@jerzwriter - her stories, dialogue, and characterization are a delight to read. Her angst is painful. Her smut is sizzling hot!

@liaromancewriter - a true master at romance! Her writing style is magical and synonymous with the best of rom-coms!

@genevievemd - I bow down because the amount of love and care she puts into every piece truly makes her work special!

@lucy-268 - I have always respected the amount of research she puts into every piece. She pours so much care into it so that the narrative flows seamlessly!

@a-crepusculo - her writing is so vivid and immersive. Reading her work is like listening to the most beautiful of symphonies!

@writer-ish - she is such a master at the craft! Her characterization is so vivid that the reader will fall in love no matter the format. Her text edits are legendary!

@bex-la-get - such a talented and dedicated writer! She also pours hours of research into her work, ensuring every detail makes sense!

@potionsprefect - she's such a creative and talented writer. She develops writing ideas like no one else I've ever seen!

@headoverheelsforramsey- I love her storytelling and characterization! She's created a beautiful, inspiring, and intelligent MC for all of us to adore!

@gryffindordaughterofathena - her writing style is one of the most original I've ever seen. Reading her work feels like reading the loveliest of poetry!

@coffeeheartaddict2- the dedication she puts into her work blows me away! She's daring when exploring themes in her writing, and she's not afraid to pull from personal experience.

@lsvdw-blog - the person I'm sending my therapy bill to. Just kidding! Her writing is beautiful, even when it's the most painful angst.

@trappedinfanfiction - she is such a lovely writer. The amount of detail she's given both of her MC's back stories has my absolute respect!

@quixoticdreamer16 - I adore her MC and the wholesome, beautiful background she's given her!

@mysticalgalaxysstuff - Another MC that has stolen my heart. I am so happy she started writing this past year because she's a real talent!

@peonierose - love her beautiful MC and the beautiful love story she built for her with Bryce!

@cariantha - a brilliant writer with talent for days!

16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?

I would love to see She Walks in Beauty along with its series (1800s AU) in live action. Imagine Ana de Armas and David Gandy in period costumes? That alone would be worth it!

17- Do you write original stories?

I've crafted and outlined original stories before but I've never actually written them. One of my biggest goals for the new year is to finally start. Wish me luck!

18 - What other hobbies do you have?

I love reading, hiking, and dancing!

Yes, I picked the most “impressive” of my hobbies to seem cool. On most days, you'll catch me cuddling with my dog or bf watching YouTube/TikTok/Hell's Kitchen reruns lol.

19 - What’s your favorite emoji?

I used the orange 🧡 and purple 💜 hearts a lot because they're my favorite colors!

20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).

For the record, I am also contractually obligated to read anything Kelsey writes 😘

Thank you so much to every single reader who has given my work a chance these past three years!

Thank you to the wonderful mods of CFWC for all you do to support writers in the Fandom!

#choices fic writers creations #writer of the month #cfwc writer of the month #jamespotterthefirst #open heart choices #open heart

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Alby's Writings Discord Server

Hello again!

As I said in the previous post, I’ve made a Discord server while I’ve been slowly chipping away at Chapter 1 Part 3 😄 Once again, special thanks to my lil bro @system-operations for being my guinea pig as I worked on and tested out the server 🤭

In case you haven’t seen what I wrote in that post about the server, here’s what I said about it:

So, part of the reason why it’s been difficult for me to do stuff on Tumblr is because my access to it is rather limited now due to personal stuff; it’s nothing bad, don’t worry, and it’s not because I’ve been doing anything shady or illegal (I think it’d be the shock of the century to people who know me if they ever heard that I did something like that 😅). It’s just personal stuff 😅

I also think that part of why I’ve been overwhelmed with Tumblr stuff is because of the similar asks that start to pile up the longer that I’m unable to answer them, which is why I’ve set up some forum channels in the server where people can send questions and feedback and you guys can see what questions have been asked and which ones have been answered, especially without needing to wonder if I received your questions and answered them or not.

But the main purpose of this server is to provide a lil space where you guys can hang out and maybe interact with each other and with me :3 I’ve got a few things planned for server activities:

Game Night: We would play some of the games in Discord Activities and some other online browser games like Red Flags and Cards Against Humanity

Watch Party: We would watch some animes that are available on Youtube (such as Campfire Cooking in Another World [100/10 great anime in my opinion we stan wholesomeness in this household]) and Starkid musicals (the Hatchetfield trilogy is fire y’all), and probably some other Youtube stuff

Study With Me: Just popping into a voice channel and playing some music while I study helps me quite a lot apparently, so if that works for any of you who might join the server, it’s a-okay if you wanna join in :3

But of course, participation in these activities is very much optional! It’s okay if you’d prefer to lurk, I’m a lurker myself in most of the other servers I’ve joined 😅

However, I do want to make it very clear now that this will be an 18+ server, as it will not only be for ATE but also for the other IF projects that I have planned, some of which will contain content that is not suitable for minors. So just to be sure, I’ve decided to restrict the server to those 18 and above. Please, for any underage followers that I may have, do not lie about your age if you join because I will have to remove you from the server. You have been warned.

So now that I’ve laid out the stuff with Discord, you might be wondering what’s gonna happen with the Tumblr asks after I’ve answered the stuff in my inbox. Well, here’s what I’m planning to do:

Step 1: Compile all Tumblr asks into a Google doc Step 2: Add any Discord asks into same Google doc Step 3: Share the Google doc for public viewing Step 4: Re-open Tumblr ask box Step 5: Update the Google doc as I receive future asks from both Tumblr and Discord, even if I’m unable to answer the questions immediately

This way, everyone can see the asks, whether or not you’ve got Discord or Tumblr, and the search for the asks is gonna be a lot more efficient!

So long, Tumblr search, hellooo my old buddy ctrl/cmd+f!

TLDR: I have made a Discord server that I’ll be maintaining on a more regular basis compared to Tumblr, set up some forum channels that function similarly to Reddit where people can send feedback and questions, got some plans for server activities (participation is optional!), and restricted server access to those who are aged 18 and above.

With all of that said, here’s the link for the server:

I hope that everyone who joins will enjoy their time in the server! Thank you all and I hope you have a good day/night!

#alby's notes #after the end #ate-if #ate-if asks

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importantdestinydefendor · 2 months

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🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

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