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silverxstardust · 7 months

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𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 ❤️

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♡ my youtube channel

♡ my tik tok

♡ Sebastian Sallow edits (whole playlist)

♡ All my social links 😸

♡ My discord server

♡ My ai covers masterlist

♡ My screencaps

ღ If you would like to support me you can buy me coffee 💚

My Hogwarts Legacy mods

Some of the mods are hidden now.

° Sebastian Sallow as Fig

° new outfits for Sebastian Sallow

° Poppy Sweeting alternative clothes

° Imelda Reyes alternative clothes

° Natsai Onai alternative clothes (2nd part)

° Sebastian replaces Ominis, Natty and Poppy

° Sebastian outfits with coats

° Sebastian Sallow replaces Helen - Seb auror trip to Azkaban

° Recolored Ashwinder Outfit for Sebastian

° New recolored outfits for Sebastian and Mc

° Imelda Reyes Quidditch Outfits

° Sebastian Sallow Yule Ball Closet 🔥

° Female MC Yule Ball Closet

° Ominis Gaunt Yule Ball Closet

° Male Mc Yule Ball Closet

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My Hogwarts Legacy audios and covers

• spicy audio from "The List" fanfiction 💦🔥🎧 Here • Ball scene audio with fluff 💗 • all audios playlist

Emote sounds (from game) with Sebastian, Ominis and Mc I did some time ago for tik tok 🔞 here

𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 "𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥" 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕄𝕚𝕒𝔻𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕫

• spicy emote sounds from game

𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 & 𝕄ℂ 𝔸𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤:

All I Ask of You

𝕞𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤:

We Have It All Never Gonna Be Alone All I Want For Christmas is You 🎄 Death of the Bachelor New Perspective ( tik tok , collab ) Black Sea Everything Save the Last Dance for Me Seasons Careless Whispers and on youtube

𝕞𝕪 𝕆𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤 𝔾𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤:

Seasons Lost in the woods (colab)

✭˚･ﾟ✧･ﾟ✭˚･ﾟ✧･ﾟ*

Fanfictions list

• masterlist of fanfictions I loved ❤️

• masterlist of fanfictions I loved part 2

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #silverxstardust #sebastian sallow video edit #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #my edit #sebastian sallow picture #youtube #fanvideo #sebastian sallow audio #sebastian sallow song #sebastian sallow mods #hogwarts lgeacy mod

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confessingoursins · 1 year

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Things I think the Try Guys should do:

Dungeons and Dragons

Try guys go LARPing (but like at bothwell school of witchcraft. They could do a colab with Momo O’Brien it would be sick.)

Try guys play true American

Try guys try circus arts (such as rolla bolla, trapeze, stiltwalking, and like fabric or silk)

Try guys try looking for moth man (or other cryptids. They can do this with the ghoul boys)

Writing fanfictions

Customizing bay blades

More try guys try broadway

I have more but here’s just a few.

#try guys #keith habersberger #zach kornfeld #eugene lee yang #youtube

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homebody-nobody · 1 year

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Ditto on needing your fics like I need air! I am vibrating with excitement about the next chapter of home and your internal monologue colab sounds freaking amazing too! The understanding you have of these characters is so great and you do them justice every single time! The fact that you write some of the best smut I’ve ever read anywhere, fanfiction or otherwise is just a cherry on top of a delicious cake that’s your writing!

Y'all got me BLUSHIN and shit!!!

thank you so much for the kind words, nonnie <3. The thing I love the most about outer banks is that they listened to their fans regarding characterization. We got infinitesimal shreds from the first season and we were like 'okay thank you, here's who these people are.' and the writers said 'Dope! we think so too!'

So many of the issues I've had with past fandoms (*cough cough the 100 cough*) involved the writers(showrunner) literally hating the fanbase and spending time actively undermining characterization and motivations the fans latched onto. The thing is, it's not just fanon -- we extrapolate from what we are shown, inferring depth from provided info. The Outer Banks team recognizes that the fans are the ones that spend the most time with the characters, and everything we saw in season 3 made so much sense. I appreciate you saying I understand them so, so deeply, because the writers agreed, too! I was so happy that we got so much of what we've already written for jiara -- JJ falling first/loving her for a long time, him pushing her away due to self-hatred/insecurity, Kiara *demanding* that he fight for them, Kiara being his safe haven, Kiara being assertive and persistent in showing up for him. It was all so excellent because we were cheering 'YES YES WE THOUGHT SO TOO!!' and it was v v beautiful to witness and be a part of.

Also, thank u, thank u very much (re the smut comment lol). I've read a *lot* of smut, fanfiction AND otherwise, and I found that fanfiction was more specific with details/realistic situations, but often lacked the depth of emotional connection you get from romance novels, so I do my best to combine the two. I so very much appreciate you recognizing the work that goes into all the smut I write!!

Anyway, sorry for writing so much, I just LOVE this show and LOVE writing/talking about it and interacting with fellow fans!! I appreciate you so much, nonnie, and all your kind, wonderful words <3

#anon #answered #so many anons lately!!#I fucking LOVE anons #pls I am so thirsty for interaction #obx #jiara

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mello-when-hi · 7 months

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Hello! Today I’m wondering if you read fanfiction, and if you do, what’s a fic you read recently that you would recommend? What’s a fic you read not-so-recently you would recommend? And if you write fanfic, feel free to recommend one of your own!

If you don’t read fanfic or you don’t have any you want to recommend, come up with a silly plot for one and share with the class :)

-🐝

Hello 🐝!

Ok, recently read fic that I’d recommend is find me in the cosmos by @/gatzbright ! It’s dnf soulmates and captures their emotions and longing so so well it pretty much rewrote my brain chemistry, so big vouch for that fic!

And for a not so recently read fic, I always find my way back to Do Androids Dream Of Poetry it features George and his beautiful AI creation (Dream) and it shows him understanding the world. I love it so much

And for my own little self promotion corner, I’d want to bump by Dnf little mermaid au, Read to Stand ! I wrote it for a fairy tale colab and have the next chapter in the works, enjoy :]

#ask tag #🐝 tag

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goblinmanifesto · 3 years

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Ive already accidentally deleted this once so fucking kill me (I forgot to save it).

⚠️TW FOR ANXIETY, TOURETTES, SLIGHT SELF HARM⚠️

But this is my post for @doinmybesthere Mental Health Awareness May collab! I will be doing Bokuto Koutarou. To explain a bit, to cope with bullshit that is life, I accidentally made myself a coping mechanism that I loving refer to as the ‘Klaus Hargreeves‘ (if you know anything about that character, you already know where my mental state is) because I can’t remember what my therapist said the actual name for it was. To put it simply, it’s like overactive day dreaming. I act out and create scenarios in my head to comfort myself, most of the time using characters or real people as an enabler for the comfort I wish to gain. Side effects being; if caught, considered crazy, sometimes don’t realize I’m doing it which can lead to awkward situations, sometimes I fuck up what’s real and what’s not. So, in these little stories, I will be retelling scenarios I have created through this coping mechanism that relate to both Bokuto and my mental problems! Each will be labeled with what they deal with so you can skip the one that might trigger you. Enjoy and happy reading! (I WILL ALSO BE MENTIONING AND USING STIMMING) ((I will probably use this to make other fics like this in the future mentioning my other ~stuff~ but in the meantime this is all I want to do so enjoy!))

⚠️LAST TW⚠️

1. ~Anxiety, Self harm, Mentions of Stimming~ He should’ve been home an hour ago! I was pacing in the living room, shaking hands holding my phone. It was 7:13 and Koutarou was supposed to be home at 6:00. I was spiraling and I could feel it, but I didn't know what to do about it. Id sent him text after text, but he was yet to respond. I glanced at my cell, only stopping my frantic shuffling to focus my attention on reading the screen;

Hey, is practice running late? [6:11] When do you think you’ll be home? [6:15] Are you there? [6:19] Koutarou??????? [6:23] Kou pick up your damn phone! [6:27] Did something happen???!! [6:34] Is everything okay?! [6:39] Are you mad or something??? [6:47] Bokuto Koutarou I’m dead serious where are you?!?!?! [6:53] Bo-ku-to!!!! [6:59] Koutarou it’s been hour please text me [7:07] Koutarou!!! [7:12] -Unread-

My eyes scanned the messages again, not leaving the blue screen until until my shin collided with the side of the coffee table. I hadn’t even realized I had started pacing again. I checked the texts I had sent to Akaashi as well, since I knew he was at that practice too, but I hadn’t gotten any responses from him either. Slipping my phone screen up onto the table I continued my pacing, not even processing when my finger nails found their way under my teeth, and how when they left my mouth to scratch at my neck or claw at my shirt, my teeth resorted to gnawing at my lip instead, tearing up the thin skin. All habits I was trying to kill but didn’t have enough brain power to focus on not doing them. My eyes constantly searched the driveway for the headlights of any car, any car at all, but they always came up with nothing. It was 7:24 when my phone struck with the sound of text, the bing of anticipation sent me diving for, and consequently almost dropping, my phone in an attempt to find out if it was Koutarou. It was!

-Read-

Im so sorry!! Yes practice did end up running late! But something else happened and I

wasn’t able to text you! I’m not mad about

anything I promise!! What happened is also

minor and nothing to worry about and I’ll explain when I get home in about ten

[7:21] minutes!! I’m so sorry!! -Read-

I sighed, relieved, the weight on my chest and in my head dissolved and I felt like I could finally breathe again. Though, as I came down from my anxiety rush, I became aware of a lot of things all at once. The first was a good deal of pain. From knocking my leg into a table and pacing for over an hour, to bitten lips and nails, and my scraped neck. I groaned, I need to get a better handle on this.

But that wasnt important. Koutarou was okay and on his way home! I waited at the window, feeling a bit like a dog waiting on its owner (that was a kink joke yes), and leaped to the front door when I saw his car in the driveway. Throwing open the door, I pulled him inside the second I could get my hands on him and pulled him through the doorway. The moment he was inside, I shoved myself into his arms in a tight hug, so glad he was okay. He returned the hug and held me tightly, I let out a shuddering breathe and he let out comforting sounds I sometimes use to stim. “Hey, hey, hey, I’m so sorry to have you worry, it was about Akaashi! We were running extra practice with a handful of the other guys and I literally had half a text to you written out when he a spike to the face! I was the only one left with a car so I drove him to hospital! I’m so sorry you are so worried you sent like 15 texts! I’m so-“ I cut him short with a hand over his mouth since that was one of the only ways to get him to stop talking. “Kou, it’s okay, I understand, it just really scared me ‘is all-“ he pried my hand off his face but held it in his own.

”I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t apologize for it, whether I was in complete control of the situation or not! Which I was not, by the way, no control what-so-fucking-ever, I had four other guys in the car and one of them was bleeding and concussed, it was chaos!!” His eyes were wide and he went off on the stress of the situation and, for a moment, I forgot that it was 7:26 at night on a Thursday and I had a biology test in the morning, and that Koutarou just got home and I hadn’t even eaten yet and all the other things that werent right in the world. Everything was fine in that moment. But that ended when Koutarou took a good hard look at me. The redness and scratch marks on my neck, the bitten to bleeding finger nails, the small bruise forming on my shin, my blotchy face and my probably-way-too-red lips. He stopped dead in his words and I felt my eyebrows scrunch up.

“Whats wrong?-“

“You did the things again didn’t you?!” He sounded distressed and his broad shoulders sunk. Koutarous hands rubbed my shoulders as he stared into my eyes with the most concerned look I’d ever seen. He pulled me back to his chest again and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

7:46, Koutarou insisted on taking care of my ‘injuries’ since he was who I was having anxiety over anyway. I protested a little, but gave up when he gave me the baby-owl eyes.

First, he had wrapped bandaids on my fingers. Thankfully, they were black, and I made a comment on it was like a 2-second manicure just to hear him chuckle.

Then, Kou applied a moisturizer to my neck. “Kou, I can do this myself-“

”Nope! I insist!”

”I’m not a child-“

”Don’t care, I’m doing it so just shush up and let me do what I need to do!”

Next, he made me apply ice to my bruise even though it was tiny and caused by a damn two-foot-tall coffee table.

Lastly, he gave me chapstick. Again, wouldn’t let me do it myself, so I made several sarcastic remarks to make him blush, all working quite well. Koutarou had to tell me to stop giggling multiple times so I could stay still.

”Alright, are you done playing nurse?”

”Forgive me for wanting to take care of you!!” He stuck his tongue out at me with an audible “bleh!” and I cackled.

”You are forgiven, Nurse Bokuto.”

2. ~Tourette’s, Stimming~ My neck painfully popped when it jerked to the left, my tics had been bad all day and I no clue why. Could be exams, or the fucking toaster for all I knew. I hissed, rubbing at my neck and adjusting the water can I almost dropped, trying to continue about my Saturday.

It was obnoxious, really, having to me-proof everything around in case I end up kicking it, dropping it, or hitting it. My joints constantly cracking and snapping and jolting in the strangest ways at any given moment. Sometimes repeating what people say back at them in perfect mirror-like fashion. Though that last one can be kind of funny.

Clicking my toungue to make nice noises to try and stim the tic away, I returned back to my plants. I could feel them chuckling at me and, in that moment, I understood everything about Crowley from ‘Good Omens’.

I heard the door unlock in the other room and I put my can down as a precaution and peeked out of the doorway.

A moment later, Koutarou popped through the door after his morning jog. He called out; “Hey, hey, hey!” as a greeting.

I felt my hands go up behind my head and I thought Oh gods dammit, and then my jaw jutted forward in a very unattractive way and I repeated his phrase in the same manner as him, then immediately dropped, as my body decreed.

I groaned, looking up at him, who looked slightly bewildered at my little madness ritual. His hair laid flat on his head, he had chosen not to mess with it this morning, much to my delight, his amber eyes a little wide and his eyebrows raised. He was barely even in the house yet.

We just kind of stared at each other for a hot second before I awkwardly waved ‘hello’ and cracked a weird grin. He grinned back, his more pleasant than mine. Walking over, he opened his arms for a hug, and I accepted, since he wasn’t all that sweaty this time around, and it was the least I could do since he had to witness that.

Koutarou planted a kiss on the top of my head, cheering “Good morning!”

I muttered a response into his shirt.

“One of those days, huh?” I nodded.

“Coffee? I think we have muffins in the cabinet?” I nodded again and he lead me into the kitchen to set up some breakfast. It was 9:00 am on a Saturday after all. A weird Saturday, but watching Koutarou finagle through the cabinets, it couldn’t be that bad.

That is all for now! Have a wonderful day and I am going to sleep for three years see y’all (edited: June 18 2021, because I can’t spell)

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kentos-filmcamera · 2 years

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me and your mama (dilf!reiner x fem!reader)

pairing: dilf personal trainer!reiner x fem!reader

summary: few headcanons and what happens when you end up sparring with your trainer who’s just so hot.

wc: 1.4k

warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI) size kink, age gap (reiner is in his early 40s, reader is around their late 20s), she/her pronouns, afab reader. unprofessional relationships and behavior, locker room sex, use of petnames (mama, doll, princess), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, finger sucking, praise praise praise, public kink, almost getting caught oops, cockdrunk!reader, reiner has sensitive balls and big tits hehe, formatting is lowkey weird whoops

inspired by: me and your mama by childish gambino

A/N: my last submission for the Dilf List! taking a risk here and writing about my sneaky link Reiner for the first time. thank u sm my sweetheart lucy aka @cirigiri for this opportunity <3

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner was assigned to you by your gym after you considered you needed extra help, since running on the treadmill and attending spinning classes wasn’t giving you the results you desired.

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner who you always saw walking around the gym assessing others, wearing tight dri fit shirts that left his muscles for you to salivate over, some loose joggers still showing off his deliciously buff body. you thought he was younger due to his physique and energy, but the few wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and stray gray strands gave another impression.

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner looked down on you because of your height difference.

-> dilf pt!reiner who you always thought to be an intimidating guy, but turned out to be extremely sensitive and empathetic towards you. -> dilf pt!reiner drove you home after a session since you didn’t have a car. you didn't mention it to him, he noticed that you arrived in a car that wasn’t yours and offered a ride back and some assessment of your vehicle situation. his ultimate kindness and seeing him in a tank top, all sweaty laying under your car finally made him an item for your Dilf List

-> dilf pt!reiner rested his hands so inappropriately on your hips as support as you did weighted squats or pullover abs.

-> dilf pt!reiner looked at you so gently and showered you with praises after your session is over

-> dilf pt!reiner fetched your water bottle and gave you water to drink, his other hand under your chin to pick up the drops that rolled down. he has been looking at you over with a certain look on his face.

-> dilf pt!reiner who you clashed with since he wanted to up the intensity of your workouts drastically and you knew it wasn’t going to work

-> dilf pt!reiner got so turned on when you went into a screaming match with him at a late-night training session. seeing you all riled up made his mind wander.

“I can’t take it anymore!” You huffed and puffed, practically pulling a tantrum, even though your reasons were valid “You don’t understand my body even though you think you do!”

“Well, how can I understand it?” Reiner leaned down slightly to whisper to your ear, his hand settling on the bare skin between the cute matching leggings and sports bra. “Show me. Or is there any other way you want me to, mama?”

-> dilf pt!reiner said out loud that your session is over, pretending to be mad, but leaned down to whisper in your ear to meet him at the locker room.

The warmth of his breath and the sweet stickiness of his honey-like voice sent shivers down your spine, the sensation running across your arms and tickling your tummy. You didn’t think the opportunity would come so early, and you could swear you were going to have to put in the work since he was hard to read sometimes. But the fact the opportunity just fell right into your lap made you giggle.

-> dilf pt!reiner whose hands roamed all over your body as his lips devoured yours under the dimmed locker room lights.

-> dilf pt!reiner suddenly seemed so cheeky as he plotted things in his head, the tiny smirk between tugs and smacks was something you had never seen before.

-> dilf pt!reiner carried you effortlessly, legs wrapped around his waist, to sit down at the bench in the middle of the locker room, resting you on his lap, his hand holding your body against his, sticky skin making friction in a way that your cunt started to soak through your athletic wear.

“If I didn’t understand your body, I wouldn’t be able to tell how wet and turned on you are for me right now” Reiner commented, his lips guiding themselves over to your neck as he positioned you on his thick, muscular thigh. You moaned into those warm lips that peppered lewd kisses on your neck, your hands running through the choppy strands of blond hair.

He slipped down the sports bra to let it rolled up around your waist, but the complaints about the tightness never made the light of day, your mouth busy sucking the two digits inside your mouth, Reiner hypnotized by the way your fingers wrapped and took his fingers in so well, feeling his cock strain at any twitch of your tongue.

-> dilf pt!reiner almost begged for you to suck his cock, pulling his fingers out of your mouth connected by a string of saliva, he was looking at you with such puppy eyes you couldn’t decline -> dilf pt!reiner whose cock is veiny and thick and you thought you could suck forever just to hear him praise you in a way he never did before -> dilf pt!reiner moaned when you first cupped his heavy balls on your hand

“Fuck! You’re so good to me” Reiner moaned, caressing the top of your head as you bobbed it up and down his length, slobbering down to the hand that was massaging his balls. It was surprising how a man so well put together was coming undone and vulnerable before your eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes teary as your tongue swirled around his flushed pink tip. He held your head down as spurts of white filled your throat and mouth.

-> dilf pt!reiner kissed you so deeply and praised you for making him cum so well

-> dilf pt!reiner who only by hearing your desperate little moans gets rock hard and needy for the wet cunt you’re grinding against his thigh

“C’mon doll, I can make you feel so much better with my cock…” He urged you, snapping you from your frenzied pace in a desperate attempt to reach your release.

-> dilf pt!reiner whose hands cupped your ass so perfectly as he squeezed it and lifted you up to help you bounce up and down his length

“Nhn! It’s too much, I can’t take it!” The word that echoed accompanied by the squelching your tight pussy was making. The words seemed like a dejavú almost, the image of you all pissed off screaming at Reiner seemed from years ago.

“Oh, I know you can love, trust me on this one” His sweet words matched the deep and slow strokes he was giving you, eyes fixated on the way his thick cock stretched you out nicely. “You’re doing amazing, okay? Just deep breaths, and we’ll be on our way”

Those were the same exact words he said to help you through tough workouts varying from extreme length to unbearable intensity. Even then, his sweet words had the same impact; you relaxed, and gave into the the pleasure of riding your personal trainer on the bench in the middle of the staff locker room.

-> dilf pt!reiner lifted you effortlessly with his cock still buried deep inside you when he recognized the voices of two of his coworkers, their steps drawing near as he hid the two of you inside one of the showers, he covered your mouth, hearing the conversations they were having.

“I don’t want a single sound out of you, okay?” He whispered, and you nodded under his grip that almost covered the lower half of your face completely. You nodded, thinking that was the end of it, that you’ll cockwarm him until they’re gone and it was safe.

Until he started to draw long, painful strokes plunging into your cunt.

The position he kept you in was allowing his cock to hit all the perfect spots with excellent angles. You closed your eyes, concentrating on not giving away both of your presences. But the extra effort just made you feel more. All the crevices that swollen leaking tip was reaching, making your mind go numb against the strong grip of his arms, the cold wall that supported your backside, and the thrill of getting caught.

Reiner had his eyes closed, but because he prayed they left soon. He wanted to quicken the pace, and hear the sound of your hips clashing against each other in a perfect symphony. He felt you clenching around him almost exquisitely, and then his palm came into contact with moisture.

“It’s alright princess, you’re doing so well” He whispered, drying your tears sweetly “You can cum, okay?” He shushed you, the tears flowing from the mind-shattering orgasm he was now giving you.

He wanted to cry too, really. But because you looked so sweet under him, taking his cock so well as your tits bounced against his buff chest, following the same pace “God, you’re the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

#reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner fanfic #aot reiner #reiner headcanons #aot smut #reiner smut #aot fanfiction #aot fic #aot x reader #reiner aot #reiner attack on titan #reiner x you #reiner x y/n #the film camera snaps a pic — 📷 gee writes #the film camera gets borrowed — 📸 colabs #📃 the dilf list !

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kravkalackin · 3 years

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okay so I can only imagine how annoying it is for artists to get 'hey can you draw xyz for me?' requests all the time, but can I tell you how absolutely wild it is to get the fanfiction version of that?

something activated a deep memory of the long long ago, back when I was on ff.net, which just sent me down a rabbit hole checking my old PM inbox and holy shit this is some wild junk

So by far the most wild is the dude who sent me, someone who wrote fullmetal alchemist fanfiction, a very detailed and elaborate outline for a yugioh season 0 fanfiction focused on their OC and the following conversation was basically.

Dude: hey write this fic for me I like your stuff Me: I haven't seen season 0 of yugioh? I'm sorry? Dude: here's a link to the season. let me know when you're done watching it so you can write Me: I don't... want to write this? Dude: why not? what's wrong with the plot? Do you not like the character? Me: I don't watch this show

slightly less wild but still pretty bonkers was the guy who sent me eleven chapters of his fic over the course of several months, didn't even ask me to beta and just??? wanted me to edit his story? give in depth feedback? sent messages after messages when I wouldn't respond and eventually over a year after i had left the site entirely sent me more messages demanding, and I quote

"Could you please permanently Delete (not just temporarily Delete, like with moving to a Recycle Bin, but permanently Delete) all copies of [REDACTED] I've Sent you on any of your computers, on any disks, on any CDs, in any Electronic Mails, et cetera? And if you know anyone with any copies, could you please ask him, her, or them to do the same thing and to convey this request to anyone he, she, or they know who has any copies, et cetera?"

fandom has changed in a lot of ways, and some of them are bad, but ya know? at least i'm not getting messages like this anymore. People really were just out there, saying whatever and demanding everything, weren't they?

#ramblings #fanfiction #god i don't even know what made me remember this #y'all people were fucking doing Whatever back then #god only now do i realize what assholes they were?#sirs? sirs i was like A Child #write your own damn stories? do your own editing?#all in all #git good motherfuckers #or like pay someone to do it #there were some nice people back then #if you're one of the people i bailed on for our colabs #i still feel guilty to this day

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borhapparker · 2 years

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guardian angel series masterlist

( last updated: december 22, 2021 )

d i s c l a i m e r : i do not own the rights to the idea from the book of “hush, hush”. the OC characters belong to me, and the ideas are mine.

p a i r i n g : gwilym lee x female!reader

w a r n i n g s : violence, drinking, smoking, domestic abuse, sexual assault

s u m m a r y : a guardian angel protects their assigned human, so when gwilym lee is assigned you, he’s more attentive than he used to be with the previous humans he was assigned to.

( add yourself to the taglist )

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#ambahr's writing #skye's writing #gwilym lee #gwilym lee imagines #gwilym lee fanfic #gwilym lee fanfiction #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee x you #guardian angel!gwilym #bohemian rhapsody #guardian angel series #colab series #darling-marvel #ben hardy #rami malek #joe mazzello

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phrynewrites · 4 years

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for the three sentence fic prompt, scyvie and basil please 💖💖

Hi baby!! Here’s a little bit of our Suitcase AU scyvie if that’s alright with you (really, we talk about Greg and the basil far too much for it to be anything besides Suitcase AU) ❤️

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Yvie had only wanted one thing.

“Gregory Bridges-James the Seventh!” Yvie yelled, feeling her veins tighten and her temples throb as she watched Greg’s little dirt covered butt as he sauntered away, meowing his little pleased meow in the distance, as though he were talking back to her.

All Yvie wanted to do was make her artisanal flatbread pizza for her and Scarlet’s dinner party, but without fresh basil—that is, basil that hasn’t been sat on by a little devil cat—the artisanal flatbread pizza was but a dream.

#for scarletenvynyc #drabble #rpdr fanfiction #suitcase au #suitcase scyvie #gregory bridges-james #scyvie #colab with scarletenvynyc #writing with girlf #ask phryne #asks answered

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queen-of-elves · 5 years

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The Ultimate list of AUs

/Author note/: Once me and my friend thought of ultimate list of every existing AU, so why not to write on? This is colab with @iamsatansoul

But each au could be tagged little differently! For example Library AU could be also called/tagged as Librarian AU. So users used just tagging for the character not the AU.(Example: Librarian!reader)

A/B/O AU (Alpha AU)

Actor AU

Agent AU

Artist AU

Art school AU

Band AU

Best friend AU

Biker AU

Birthday AU

Blind AU

Boarding school AU

Bodyguard AU

Body swap AU (Body switch AU)

Bookstore AU

Boxer AU

Bride AU

Bridemaid AU

Cam Boy/Girl AU

CEO AU

Cheater AU

Christmas AU

Coffee shop AU

College AU

Coworkers AU

Crush AU

Dancer AU

Dark AU

Dating AU

Dating App AU

Deaf AU

Death AU

Disability AU

Disney AU

Disneyland AU

Doctor AU

Dom/sub AU

Fake Dating AU

Fandom AU

Fantasy AU

Fireman AU

Florist AU

Forced Marriage AU

Friends AU

God AU

Halloween AU

Highschool AU

Hogwarts AU

Hybrid AU

Ice Skating AU

Immortal AU

Long Distance AU

Magic in real World AU

Mafia AU

Married AU

Monster AU

Musician AU

Mute AU

Neighbors AU

New Year AU

Office AU

Penpal AU

Policeman AU

Poly AU

Pornstar AU

Post Break Up AU

Professor AU

Reincarnation AU

Rich AU

Roommate AU

Royal AU

Secret Admirer AU

Singer AU

Single Parent AU

Soulmate AU

Social media AU

Sugar Daddy/Mommy AU

Spy AU

Teacher AU

Time Travel AU

Victorian AU

Viking AU

Virgin AU

Waiter/Waitress AU

Yandere AU

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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Meeting Carol (Scyvie) - Phryne

A/N: Hi y’all! For day 16 of ficmas, here’s a special sneak peek into @scarletenvynyc and my most beloved of collaborative projects, suitcase au. It’s a story about a freak snowstorm, getting stranded in the airport together, and Scarlet deciding that this woman she’s spent fourteen hours with in Chicago ORD is her wife, just so they can sit together because being apart just doesn’t feel right anymore. It’ll be out when we both have a break from our own projects, but in the meantime, please enjoy a little holiday snippet from this au!

“I can’t wait to meet your girlfriend, Yvonne!”

Yvie flattened her lips and pulled back at the sound of Carol’s gritting voice. Every time she heard that woman, all she could think of was accidentally slicing her finger while grating cheese, nicking herself with a razor while shaving in the shower, removing a staple with her blunt fingernails and splitting one down the middle by force alone. All at the same time. That saccharine, lyrical tone brought about such high annoyance, moderate pain, and a pinprick of blood that seemed to have a pulse.

Yvie did not care for Carol from Accounts Payable. Not one bit.

Nonetheless, she nodded and downed her eggnog, using her now empty glass as an excuse to rid herself of Carol’s company. She headed over to the back of the office to refill her cup and peruse the spread of food for the party, mentally noting that her girlfriend’s spinach artichoke dip would likely be the star among the veggie platters and puff pastries.

Carol followed the click of Yvie’s heels like a puppy, nipping at her ankles, incessantly yapping. Yvie rolled her eyes ardently, hoping Scarlet would find the spoon she brought for the dip quickly, that she’d be back from the car soon, relieving her from Carol’s questions with her presence. Scarlet was always wildly endearing with strangers, and if anyone could distract Carol from her questions, it would be Scarlet.

“So is your girlfriend just here for the holiday?” Carol asked, her glass clinking with Yvie’s as she dipped into the bowl of eggnog, the sound harsh and clear. “She’s from New York, right?”

“Yes.” Yvie replied curtly, pulling her phone out of the back pocket of her trousers, breaking a smile at Scarlet texting that she got a little distracted talking to the secretary, but that she’d be right in.

Carol mashed her lips together and tried again. “So when’s she coming? The party’s already in full swing.”

Yvie glanced over at her coworkers talking quietly in small groups, the accountants still in their cubicles, picking at plates of cookies, executives still in their offices, and the intern looking around anxiously before placing a second pig in a blanket on his plate and scurrying back to his desk.

It was a real party alright.

“Hi, Yves,” Scarlet called across the room, sticking the spoon in the crook of her arm to adjust her dress—this red thing with a bow tied perfectly at her waist and a flowing skirt that brushed at her her knees as she surged forward in her little heels.

She stuck the spoon her dip, tutting lightly as she stirred it a bit, breaking up the film that was forming over the top in her absence. Satisfied, strode over to Yvie, getting up on her tip-toes to receive a kiss on the cheek.

“Where’d you find it babe?” Yvie asked, wrapping a hand around Scarlet’s waist.

“Okay so I totally forgot that we put it in the bag, the cloth one where we used to keep the—” she cut herself off, feeling a blush rising, especially when met with Yvie’s quirked brow, the two knowing exactly what they kept in the cloth bag in Yvie’s car and how much they both loved it. “Well either way, I forgot that we moved that thing to the glovebox, so the spoon was just in the bag, out in the open. We totally missed it.”

Scarlet shrugged, returning to her bubbly state, a wave of champagne washing over Yvie’s skin as Scarlet teasingly ran her fingers up Yvie’s arm, the silk of her dress shirt smooth against the pads of her fingers, her voice thick as she leaned up to whisper “it’s still in the glove box. So maybe later we could—”

“Hi, I’m Carol.” Carol stuck her hand out enthusiastically, waiting for Scarlet to take it.

Scarlet matched Yvie’s rolling eyes with the slightest of smirks, a pull at the corner of her lips before peeling away, returning Carol’s handshake.

“I’m Scarlet.” She shook firmly, wrapping her hands around Carol’s hand, pulling away the moment Carol realized her own handshake was limp. She flashed a smile at Carol, glancing off to the side at Yvie trying to analyze the encounter. “I’m the girlfriend.”

“Oh,” Carol drew out, as though she weren’t just prodding Yvie about her minutes ago. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m the Carol.” She ended on a laugh, forced and artificial.

Scarlet cut it short. “Yes, you already told me you were Carol.”

“Right, of course.” Carol took a slow sip of her eggnog. “So, what do you do for a living?”

“Graphic design, web planning, app creation, some coding here and there. Basically a bunch of tech stuff.”

“Wow, Yvonne,” Carol tried to draw Yvie back into the conversation, pulling Yvie out of her analysis of Scarlet talking with Carol, pulling her out of her analysis of how to get Scarlet spread on her desk in the middle of a working day. “Your girlfriend sounds really talented.”

“I am.” Scarlet checked her nails.

At the sight of Carol, stood in front of them like Scarlet had just whipped the wind out of her, Yvie took Scarlet’s hand, lacing their fingers.

“Well, I think we’re gonna go meet some more people, yeah?” Scarlet glanced up at Yvie, holding back a smirk as she saw her girlfriend biting her lip. “But it was so nice to meet you Carol.”

With that, Scarlet grabbed a mozzarella stick from the table, shoved it in her mouth, and lead Yvie away, leaving a deeply confused Carol in her wake.

“God, I hate that woman,” Scarlet whispered as they rounded a set of cubicles.

Yvie brought their intertwined hands up to her lips, laying a kiss on Scarlet’s before opening up her office door and pulling her inside.

#rpdr fanfiction #scyvie #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #phryne #scarletenvynyc #colab with scarletenvynyc #suitcase au #lesbian au #concrit welcome #ficmas #day 16: carols #submission

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alberteatsglass · 5 years

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smalls: yellow

warnings: tw metaphorical death, tw choking (really lightly tho)

editing: kinda

word count: 997

disclaimers: @orollyitsracetrackhiggins is literally the best person on earth and made this with me

yellow is happy, that's what people think of it. Smalls thinks it's obnoxious, blinding really. maybe that's why they love it so much. it's hard not to be noticed when you light up like the sun. that's what smalls wants: to be noticed. They're tired of being treated like nothing, being ignored and forced into the darkness. yellow swallows them up, deceivingly joyfully even as it strangles them. No one notices that, though. the happiness is all they see, not the darkness it so blatantly covers.

smalls loved yellow. the blinding light of yellow able to cover up all the shadows and the dark that they were still afraid of. the mask it gave them worked like smalls needed it to. they were in most people's minds just a shinny dumb kid and yellow fit that as best as smalls could think. yellow was happy, the happiest colour. the happiness they wanted to feel, the yellow converse like sunshine they could walk on when the clouds came in but when they did the clouds came in hard. yellow clouds, not pastel but a deeper yellow as vibrant as their energy looming in the distance ready to rain lemon drops on their day, the sugar making them float not wanting to feel all the emotions rising like a flood.

yellow is the perfect cover. Any cracks in their mask are flooded with light. It's hard to look at, the carefully constructed image smalls has made. It's unsettling, almost, how they're able to cover up every sprig of darkness with coats of golden paint.

smalls thinks that spot might be onto them, he has an odd way of looking through their mask, staring into the sun and not caring about the damage that will bring him. Smalls has hurt him more than once, the bright yellow covering his skin with sunspots, burns that no one else will really see.

sniper can see through it like the yellows not even there. smalls has a hard time keeping their guard up around her when she so easily tears through the golden silky lies like a knife.

sniper never seems to mind peeling back the mask and seeing the blinding light, she pretends its not there and helps. sometimes it helps to calm down the burning light but sometimes it's to reapply the paint. adding layers and layers of masks the light grows with the cracks but smalls finds a way to cover them. they always do. the strain of covering it all grew with the clouds in the distance the sugar overpowering their senses as they fell into a lake of the lemon drops just feeling it take over. letting it take over. they were on autopilot and no one noticed. it was so much easier and sniper shut her mouth not commenting but spot could tell and deep inside of them that made smalls terrified.

they weren't used to people caring that deep. the worried glances their way, spot seeming to actually care when he asked ate smalls up inside. the light inside of them was like a supernova ready to implode sucking everything in with it at a moment's notice. the planets in smalls galaxy made out of candy were unsuspecting, not realizing how much danger could be held in the simple colour of yellow.

spot had seen, spot didn't let them just keep the mask on and spot got burned. sunburn like marks of yellow covered him and smalls knew it was them, the sun inside of them lashing out on the surface due to tension and gravitational pull, making everything they got to close to burn to a crisp.

spot wouldn't stay away and smalls wasn't sure if they wanted him to. they kept pushing him back, whether on purpose or not, but no amount of sugary sweet storming seemed to hold him back. It was fine for a while, the marks were just freckles, but they turned to burns, red and angry coated over with the buttery yellow that surrounded smalls. but then he got too close, sucked into the pull of their gravity, the supernova drawing him in like a moth to a flame. It was only a matter of time before they exploded, taking out anything too close to them in the process. they light burned their eyes, over stimulating them with the sharp brightness as it finally took its first victim.

it was like spot didn't understand. smalls knew they were a danger, the yellow was growing from soft pastels to eye-burning neons ready to strike at any moment but he stayed. no matter how many awful words came off their yellow candy stained tongue spot stayed. they tried to hold back to only burn themself to just close their eyes but it didn't work. it never worked. the supernova was expanding faster than smalls ever thought it could as the bright lights swirled around their mind.

they couldn't see through the blinding light, their vision clouded as spot fell from view. a sharp crack clears the light instantly, their mask breaking as they see spot laying on the ground in front of them. the paint crumbles and fades as they sink to their knees in front of him.

the supernova exploded blinding them as they looked at spot on the ground. their vision has gone yellow, blissful yellow not wanting to believe what they saw. drowning in sugar, wanting to scream through the clouds and stomp on all the sunshine on their feet. smalls let their mask crumble, the gold paint flaking and falling onto spot. spot had the vibrant yellow sun burns covering him. they seemed to grow further into his throat, a handprint on there as if smalls had choked the life out of them eventually. the supernova had imploded and with it smalls had taken spot.

it is a fact that smalls learned, once a star got too big it exploded taking everything close to it out as well.

#heheheh #newsies #smalls newsies #newsies fan fiction #newsies fanfiction #colab #love spottie so much <3 <3 <3 #they are the best ever #character study

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