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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
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Old Habits, New Help.
TW - Self harm.
@reiayanamiisbestgirl
Notes •• Fayrouz took Kennith in as a student - this takes place in the Qualia Automata time - this is based on RAIBG’s AU/timeline - I personally have never gone through self harm in any form/known anyone who’s gone through it, so I’m sorry if this is inaccurate/disrespectful.
Fayrouz Khalid was a respected woman. And she had a student that she tutored in her free time, and that student’s name was Kennith Simmons. Kennith had issues, and they were a bit worse than the average seventeen year old’s issues. Fayrouz cared for him, no matter how much her cold and blunt personality said otherwise.
Fayrouz hadn’t seen Kennith nearly all day. Not that she noticed much anyways since she worked nearly the whole time. It was nearing lunch time, and she took a break to make Kennith a sandwich since he always forgot to eat and was a terrible cook himself.
A knock at his door; “Kennith, I have your lunch. Come out here and eat it.” Fayrouz waited for a moment, hearing Kennith shuffle in his room. His voice was shaky when he finally responded, “I-I’ll be out in a minute…” “No,” she started. “You’ll come out and eat now, lest you forget and go back to whatever you’re working on. What are you working on anyways?”
The panic in Kennith’s voice was clear, “it- don’t come in, it’s nothing!” Too late, Fayrouz already got the door open. The first thing she registered was the blood running down his arms. The second was the box cutter in Kennith’s hand. Kennith stared up at Fayrouz like a deer in the headlights, dropping the bloody blade with a thud.
“It’s not what it-“ “Save it, Kennith.” He looked guilty; guilty that he’d been caught, guilty that he couldn’t stop himself, guilty that it was the only release he could think of. Fayrouz looked at him with a stern gaze before entering the room, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him off to the bathroom. Kennith winced slightly as her cold hand grabbed the fresh wounds.
Fayrouz sat him down roughly on the closed toilet and started rummaging through the medicine cabinets. “I’m disappointed in you, but I’m not mad.” Kennith glanced away, attempting to avoid the lecturing. “You always have to resort to such extreme measures, and it’s terrible for your physical and mental health.”
Fayrouz finally found the bandages, gauze and hydrogen peroxide. She sat on the edge of the bathtub, taking a cotton ball dipped in hydrogen peroxide to the cuts to clean them out. Kennith couldn’t help but show his pain when the burning sensation started. Fayrouz grabbed his other arm and did the same, the usual cold expression visible on her face. She was lecturing him in Arabic, but only knowing English, Kennith couldn’t understand a word.
She wrapped the gauze around his forearms before pushing up his shorts a bit to see if he’d also been cutting his thighs once again. Thankfully, he hadn’t. “I swear, I’m going to make you pay for the bandages sooner or later. You don’t need to resort to this, Kennith. It’s unhealthy.” “I know, I know,” was his only response as he pulled his arms back. Fayrouz stood up, “as I was saying earlier, lunch is on the table. Don’t take it to your room again or you’ll inevitably start an ant infestation.”
Fayrouz put the supplies away and walked out. She was always this harsh and stoic, but little actions like this towards Kennith made it seem like she genuinely cared. Kennith looked down at his fresh bandages, sighing with his own actions. He stood up and walked out of the bathroom, walking to his space at the table.
He didn’t have many people, but he had a mother-like figure at the very least.
#kennith communications series#kennith simmons#fayrouz#fayrouz khalid#raibg’s qualia automata au#qualia automata#ghost and pals#vane lily
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Miss rose, I was wondering if you could do a kitsune!male!reader x Tighnari smut?
- love 🩹anon
I’ll get started on that!
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A - Adapt and Adjust by Akemi-P
R - Reckless Battery Burns by GHOST and Pals and Vane
O - Only Somewhat seen by GHOST and Pals
S - Shikyou Amanojaku by MASA WORKS DESIGN
E - Egoist by Paseri Onuma
S - She’s Homeless by Creep-P
W - Writing on the Wall by Will Stetson
O - Old Doll by Sen [I think]
N - Novocaine by GHOST and Pals and Creep-P
D - Doctor=Funk Beat by Nyanyannya
R - Rotary Dial by GHOST and Pals
O - Orthodoxia by Guchiry
U - Usseewa by Ado
S - Six Feet Under by Vane Lily
R - Rakuraku Annrakushi by Pepoyo
A - Abnormality Dancin’ Girl by Guchiry
I - Ifuudoudou by Vivid BAD SQUAD
N - Not My Turn to Die by Mcki Robyns-P
I don’t really have anyone to tag who isn’t from my main :<
Thanks for the tag @cozy-fish-crow !! :D
spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters
S - Satellite by Smash Mouth
P - Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head by They Might Be Giants
A - All Alone by Gorillaz
G - Godzilla (feat. Juice WRLD) by Eminem
H - HUMBLE. by Kendrick Lamar
E - El Apagón by Bad Bunny
T - Take Me to Church by Hozier
T - THATS WHAT I WANT by Lil Nas X
O - On Melancholy Hill by Gorillaz
N - Neverita by Bad Bunny
A - Another First Kiss by They Might Be Giants
P - Poker Face by Lady Gaga
L - LAMENTED by TOOPOOR
A - American Idiot by Green Day
T - Till I Collapse by Eminem
E - Efecto by Bad Bunny
Tagging (no pressure!): @iworshipsappho @stygianirondiangelo @daylightsimon @altruistic-meme @tailoredshirt @theamberarchive @foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland (lol good luck if you try this cayden) @jasminetea-nightsky @darktwistedgenderplural @queenslayerthepoettt @vasilisain @mrfloofysox @gothamsdefender69 aand I can't really think of 3 last names but take an open tag if anyone else wants to join in! :D
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The Static on the TV and the Awful Candy
Requested by - Anon
Notes: reader for Kennith is 16 (and male) since I hc Kennith as 16-17, and Lucian’s reader is in their mid twenties. Kennith’s scenario takes place in 1986, less than a year before the broadcast. Lucian hasn’t fully tapped into his homicidal tendencies, but he still can be impulsive. Lucian uses he/they.
~~ Kennith ~~
Everyone collectively didn’t like Kennith because it was 1986 and gay rights wasn’t exactly a thing. But did that matter to you? No, no it didn’t. But you still dated Kennith in secret to try and save what little reputation he had and your reputation as a well liked kid. You always would bring him little chocolates or treats when you could, just because you knew he had a sweet tooth. And today was one of those days.
Kennith was sitting on the roof, alone for lunch once again as he wrote in that book of his. You never asked to see the book since you respected Kennith’s boundaries. You spotted him alone, eating his small lunch while writing, and plopped down on the bench next to him. “Hey, kenny!” You said in a cheerful tone, pulling out a small tinfoil-wrapped piece of chocolate to give him. Kennith looked up, “oh, hey!” His dark brown eyes looked down, looking at the chocolate. “For me?” You nodded as he took the chocolate, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. Kennith smiled as he ate it, offering you a small bit of his own lunch. Times like these are where you two practically never spoke, but it was nice that way. Kennith held your hand as he wrote in his notebook, and you held his as you ate your lunch.
~~ Lucian ~~
Lucian was… strange. He was quick to act, and either had no emotions or was overly emotional. It was kind of fun in your opinion, not knowing what you’ll get that day. Sure, it was difficult sometimes, but he always tried to be kind to you and you only. Sometimes he’d cry in your arms, sometimes he’d get a bit snappish or grumpy, or sometimes he was completely normal. Today, they were a bit quick to snap.
You sat on the couch, holding out your arms to embrace him. “What are you doing?” He said in a nearly snappish tone. You pouted a bit, “just come here. You look like you need a hug.” “No I don’t.” You glared at them just long enough that they sighed, “fine, just for a moment.” Lucian walked over, dropping himself onto your lap. You smiled once you encase them in your arms, holding them close to yourself and peppering kisses all over their face and neck. He could help but smile, “okay, okay! You can calm down with the affection, teddy bear.” “But why would I not show affection to my sweet little gumdrop?” He couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. You had called him it since you got together, but there was no real reason behind it. You always loved to call him nicknames, ranging from things like ‘love’ to things like ‘my little Chernobyl mutation.’ It never bothered them, they always liked the variety. You grabbed a blanket that was off to the side of the couch, wrapping it around yourself and Lucian. How could they keep being upset if you were holding them?
#kennith simmons#kennith communications series#kennith simmons x reader#lucian abbot#lucian#lucian abbot x reader#ghost and pals#communications series#riproducer
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~ SCHEDULE ~
DECIDED DATES:
Oct 1st - Oct 31st : Fatuitober, will try to post oneshots daily along with possible doodles for each prompt
UNDECIDED DATES:
Dottolone gala post
Christopher Pierre and Lilia, good ending and bad ending
Tighnari x Kitsune!male reader smut
! IMPORTANT ! It might take me a bit to finish something! Feel free to send in asks as long as you’ve read and abide by the rules first, but don’t expect it to be done in a day!
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DATE • • • JAN 22 // 1987
Kennith Simmons was standing in front of the recording camera, singing his heart out on live television. He was unaware of what was happening. Perhaps in his mind, he thought he was sleeping? Or maybe he thought he was dead. Either way, it wouldn’t last much longer. The screen he was standing in front of was flashing colorful lights in complex sequences, as was the screen behind him that was shown on screen. He was holding a microphone akin to that of a radio show host’s with a small flashing sign that said ‘ON THE AIR’. He found it in a dumpster and fixed it up so it was ready for the big screens.
Evelynn Jacot, Kennith’s classmate and ‘friend,’ was standing behind the camera, wearing earmuffs as to not get hypnotized by the screen and sounds around them. They were watching Kennith sing and sing as he was blissfully unaware of what was happening around him. So unaware that he didn’t know about the thousands of injuries his, and Evelynn’s, broadcast was causing. So unaware that he didn’t know the fate that awaited him.
The screen in front of him faltered for but a second, and he immediately shut his eyes out of what was close to an instinct. When it was working again, it was too late. He was out of the trance. Kennith spoke up to Evelynn, “Eve, what’s going on..?” All they did was giggle at the poor boy’s question. “Don’t you know? The broadcast has started, Kennith! People are dying, we’re finally getting back at the world!”Kennith tried processing their words, all he could was listen on in horror when they said people were dying. Kennith wanted to get back at the people who so hated him, but not like this. Not in such a violent way. He spoke on, eyes still closed. “Evelynn, t-turn this off. This isn’t funny anymore…” Evelynn didn’t turn the screens or sounds off. This was something like a threat. And being threatened like this, Kennith tried running from the screen blindly; away from Evelynn, away from the hypnosis, just away from the area. He ran into a wall, but he was able to open his eyes and not be pulled back into the trance. Evelynn followed him over with a mischievous smile.
“Evelynn, stop this! This isn’t okay anymore!!” Kennith yelled out desperately. They were approaching closer and closer, threateningly. “And why should I? It’s not like I’d go to jail, it’d just be you~”Evelynn was right, Kennith was the only one on the screen, and he’d be framed for it all without a second thought. Kennith looked around for an item that’d aid him. Something, anything. He grabbed for a box cutter that was in a tool bag that he had used in the past before unsheathing the blade, holding it towards Evelynn. “I-I’ll do it, Evelynn! Don’t test me!!” Evelynn looked between the box cutter and Kennith a couple times with their mildly dull teal eyes, “No you wouldn’t. You don’t have the balls.”As much as Kennith hated it, Evelynn was right. Kennith wasn’t the type to hurt someone else.
So he turned the blade to his own throat with a shaky hand.
Tears were pushing their way down Kennith’s cheeks as he held the box cutter above an artery, intending to kill himself. “Kenny, don’t do this to yourse-“ “Don’t call me Kenny!” Kennith yelled. That was a nickname reserved for only one person. Evelynn was shocked, this was the first time Kennith ever raised his voice. And frankly, they weren’t expecting it. “Okay then, *Kennith Simmons.*” That was the first time they’ve ever used his full name, and it made Kennith a little nervous. “Do it. Escape from the only person that ever cared for you. I don’t care anymore. If you don’t want this to happen, then end it all.” It didn’t matter that they were manipulating him again; it didn’t matter anymore.
The tears kept falling, hitting the cold concrete floor of the garage with soft and quiet thuds. “Goodbye, Evelynn Jacot.” He said with a shaky voice.
Kennith’s limp body hit the ground with a thud, twitching a bit as his nerves shot out. Blood was seeping from his throat and across the concrete as Evelynn stepped back clothes, skin, hair and shoes covered in the blood splatter. The box cutter had hit the ground and broke, with screws rolling away from the scene. Evelynn stared at his body with a knowing smirk before walking out of the garage with a bit more bounce than one would normally have after witnessing a suicide, humming a tune as they hopped onto their bike and started peddling away.
Stephanie Glass, Kennith’s old friend, was running to the garage. She had started running over from her house a couple blocks away when she saw that Kennith had left the broadcast she was watching. Being deaf, she wasn’t hypnotized by the loud music or flashing lights. She ran to the door and threw it open, gasping in horror when she saw Kennith’s still-warm, limp body. The blood had covered the ground now, and the broken box cutter was coated in it. Kennith’s shirt and shorts, which used to be pastel and light, were now soaked in dark red blood.
Stephanie ran over to Kennith and lifted up his body, not caring about the blood that got onto her white shirt. She held his corpse close as tears started forming in the corners of her eyes. “Kenny! Kennith, wake up!” She said in a frantic voice, shaking his small, thin, pale body. It didn’t work, though. Kennith was long dead. She held his body close and cried, hugging him as tight as she physically could. Stephanie cried until her eyes were red and puffy, until the tears were dried up and all that came out were strangled sobs.
Their friendship had ended on a bitter note months ago, but she still cared for Kennith. She held onto him for a bit before she got up, unplugged the screens and ran into the house to call someone, most likely the cops or someone she knew, on Kennith’s phone. The phone was stained with blood as she dialed someone to help her, to see if there was some magical way to help Kennith.
But he was long dead.
#kennith simmons#evelynn jacot#kennith communications series#evelynn communications series#colorbars#broadcast illusion#communications series#stephanie glass#stephanie communications series#sign-off intrusion#<- totally didn’t forget to tag steph until the end of the tags
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Cassandra’s lover was laying in front of her, dying. “Cassandra… please don’t fret that I’ll be gone… smile because we knew each other in the first place,” Hana said with a smile, face stained with tears.
They were trying to comfort their girlfriend. “My dear… I’ll always live on in your memories…” Cassandra was tearing up, holding her dying joyfriend. “I… I can’t let you go Hana! You are the only light in my life!” Cassandra managed to choke out. The tears were pouring out now, and she couldn’t stop them.
“Don’t leave me! Please don’t!” She yelled out. Hana was the one person who she trusted. Cassandra couldn’t lose them. She just couldn’t. They had known each other for years, and were the loves of each other’s lives. Cassandra couldn’t let them go like this. Not yet.
Hana managed to support themself close enough to Cassandra to give her a kiss before speaking what would be some of her last words. “Hey, did I ever say that you *did* make my dream come true..? And you didn’t even need your power…” Hana said with a smile before continuing her confession to a crying Cassandra. “You did it by making me happy, and so I fell for you, my darling.”
“I’ll see you in another life.”
They noticed how hard she was crying now, and continued trying to comfort her. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to be in pain. I know it must be tough being alone in a world like this… just let the tears flow down your cheeks…”
Cassandra held Hana close, not letting go. “It’ll be okay… but now listen to me, listen to my final plea… don’t bring me back, this is how it’s supposed to go.” Cassandra tried responding, but all that came out was a strained cry. “It’s okay, my darling.”
‘It’s okay…’ those are the words that rang through her ears. Hana tilted Cassandra’s head towards her, before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.
Cassandra didn’t show up to the funeral. She was too broken to do so. The little bit of Hana’s family that they were close to showed up, and a couple friends.
Months have gone by, and Cassandra is significantly less happy and bubbly. She’s a bit dull, if anything…
She stopped by Hana’s grave with flowers. She sat there for hours, crying and reminiscing of their good times. It was hard to see their name on the tombstone like this…
But it’s all she could do to keep her lover’s name alive.
#cassandra the witch#hana caffè latte#the dream granter#caffè latte#cassandra x hana#vane lily#fr we need more cassandra and hana work
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Thinking about having him bent over his desk/lab table/workbench as you stressfuck him, oh so tired from your long day at work that you got no breaks during.
Thinking about the pretty little moans that would escape his lips as you thrust into him once again, and how they’d sound like music to your ears.
Thinking about shaky his legs would be from your cock brutalizing his prostate over and over, constantly hitting all the best spots.
Thinking about how he’ll moan your name, clutching onto whatever he can so that he won’t absolutely lose it.
Thinking about how he’ll go nearly limp in your arms as you keep fucking him, never giving him a break to recover from the last hard thrust.
Thinking about the beautiful red handprints that’ll be on his hips from you holding onto him.
Thinking about how you’ll fill him up over and over as your seed drips down his pretty little shaking thighs, gently laying your limp little boy toy down as he tries to recover from your brutal fucking.
// Dottore, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, any of your favorites
#dottore x male reader#pantalone x male reader#scaramouche x male reader#tartaglia x male reader#childe x male reader#genshin x you#il dottore#pantalone#scaramouche#wanderer genshin#tartaglia genshin impact#childe
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Good morning/afternoon/evening, my little darlings!
SEE SCHEDULE HERE
I am Rose/Ambrosia, I’ll accept both, and I write fanfiction!
I use she/her, and that’s all the info you’ll be getting~
! Minors, you can interact/follow, but be safe. I’m not your mom, I won’t stop you, just don’t get into too much trouble !
I’m an amateur writer, and still trying to get better with words/storytelling. I’ll write SFW and NSFW, but keep in mind that I’m an unexperienced girl whose only knowledge is sadly from art/smut fics, so I may accidentally be inaccurate.
I take requests for Genshin Impact [preferably Fatui, both SFW and NSFW], Your Turn to Die [both SFW and NSFW], and GHOST and Pals [this also includes Vane Lily and RIP, only SFW and very rarely shipping with those characters].
RULES, READ BEFORE SENDING IN A REQUEST: I will NOT write Underaged/Overage, I am not comfortable with that. I will NOT write F/M smut, but I might do F/F, I will definitely do M/M. I WILL write both Reader x Character and Character x Character.
If you piss me off, I will block you. No hesitation.
My favorite characters/ones I will not turn down a chance to write about: Il Dottore. Il Dottore. Fucking Il Dottore. Webttore, Shin Tsukimi, Sou Hiyori/Midori, Kennith Simmons, Lucian Abbot, the Khalid Family [Fayrouz, Tamari, Mariyam, Rafid]
I will interject my own headcanons, which I encourage you to ask about!
Anon list -
🩹Anon
And that should be it! Fire away!
Signed, Rose
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