#the discord saw some of these first as usual :3
Note
hi!! i absolutely love your writing, you write alastor so so well and i absolutely devoured everything you have posted... would you by any chance be open to writing alastor with a f!reader who has an eating disorder/anorexia? <3 it's a triggering topic so i totally understand if you'd rather not! 💖 i've just recently been stressed about feeling like i need to lose weight again despite already having lost quite a lot and it just feels. never enough, so i would much appreciate some comfort! thank you for sharing your writing with us! 💖
hi my love!! i know you requested this some time ago, and i hope youve been feeling better (,: i also struggle with this type of thing so i 100% dont mind writing about it, but just know that you are super beautiful and worth every sweet treat and meal you get!!! mwah mwah mwah i hope you like the story ^.^
Ma Moitié
Alastor x Reader (fluff/comfort)
TW: eating disorder!!! alastor is def OOC hes being a sweetie pie
join my discord!
◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈
You always had a poor relationship with your body and food, in life and in death. You went through periods of weight loss, gain, loss again—some seemingly never ending cycle that no amount of therapy has managed to halt.
Your mind was currently weighing the pros and cons of eating the slice of cake offered to you by Charlie. She was celebrating the arrival of a few new residents, the first to arrive since the last extermination. The news really helped the hotel garner some attention, that plus the fancy new renovation Lucifer himself helped with… needless to say, Charlie was thrilled. So, she threw a little party. You had been standing awkwardly near the doorway, trying to find an opportunity to slip away from the small party. But you doubted you could escape without your absence being noticed; there really weren't that many people here to begin with.
You had accepted the cake out of sheer politeness, but you now just held the plate loosely in your hands, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you thought. You’ve been feeling particularly… susceptible to the calories in food lately. You considered the fact that you hadn’t eaten much today—or, honestly, the whole week for that matter. It shouldn’t hurt to just have one slice of cake. Just this once.
But… still…
You frowned down at the cake. Picking up the plastic fork, you took a tiny chunk from it and lifted it to your lips. Your lips quivered as the food touched your tongue, and you felt sick as you chewed. You managed to swallow after an unnecessarily long few seconds of chewing, and you continued to just stare down at your plate. You didn’t think you’d be able to handle another bite.
Niffty had seen the sickly expression on your face, and loudly started throwing questions at you. Were you sick? Did you hate the party? Why didn’t you like the cake she made? Her loud voice was growing in volume, and catching the attention of a few other demons in the room. You tried various ways to shush her, attempting to answer her questions politely, but you felt your heart rate pick up at the obviously growing number of eyes.
“I’m not incredibly fond of sweets myself,” You heard that radio-afflicted voice pipe up from behind. You couldn’t help but jump at the unexpected presence, but you turned your head with a light smile. Alastor was looking curiously down at Niffty and you.
“Ah, yeah, the cake’s great, I just… don’t like dessert that much…” You lied. You actually really liked cake, but it had been a long time since you were actually able to enjoy it without feeling intensely guilty about it. The tiny demon made a fussy comment about how nobody appreciated her and all of her hard work, stomping away. Her mood didn’t last, though, immediately getting caught up in cleaning something you couldn’t even see.
You turned your head to thank Alastor, but you saw his smile drop slightly as he looked at you. The demon bent at the waist to lean down, his mouth near your ear and his usually boisterous voice quieted to a whisper. “Is everything alright, mon coeur?”
You felt your face heat up, both at the words he spoke and the proximity. You and Alastor had been quietly ‘official’ for quite a while now, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the small gestures of affection from the Radio Demon. It felt weird if you thought about it too long.
“I’m okay, just…” You weren’t sure how open you wanted to be about how you were feeling. Alastor knew about your poor body image and eating habits, but he truthfully never really knew how to go about comforting you. Plus, you felt as if your personal struggles were trivial to a literal Overlord of Hell. You didn’t want to bother him with your own shit.
“I’m fine,” You finally decided. You could tell Alastor knew you were lying, with that furrow of his eyebrows, but he stood up straight and didn’t push. You sighed and gently placed the plate of cake down on a small entryway table by the door you had been lurking near.
“I’ll get us out of here,” He declared with a wide smile, and he strode forward to where Charlie stood talking to the group of new guests. She knew Alastor was approaching due to the look of horror that slowly crossed the new demon’s faces. You couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but it looked like she briefly scolded Alastor for being so damn intimidating for no reason.
They chatted for a moment, and you could hear the Radio Demon’s obnoxious laughter from across the room. He gestured to himself, then to you, to which Charlie looked in your direction. You shot her a small smile. She smiled back, nodded, and turned away to continue talking to the new residents—who all had been slowly inching away from Alastor. They looked incredibly relieved when he left the group.
He gave you a grin and wordlessly threaded his arm around yours, linking you at the elbow. You lifted your hand to give his upper arm an appreciative squeeze as you left the room. Your eyes lingered on the abandoned slice of cake as you walked away, feeling guilty in more ways than one.
Alastor had led you to your room, releasing your arm and leaning his body weight on his cane as he looked down at you. You glanced up at him, then back down, pursing your lips as you stared at anything else in the room.
“I hate when demons lie to me,” He said, eyes narrowed. Of course, you knew he wasn’t truly mad at you. Maybe frustrated. “What’s wrong.” It was more like a statement than a question. A demand.
You sat heavily down on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your fingers.
“I don’t know, Al,” You muttered. You hated this. “I just… You know how I get sometimes.” It somehow felt so silly, telling him about this.
Alastor had sat down next to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder and a clawed hand rubbing up and down your forearm. You could tell his touch was light, awkward, unsure—but the gesture was appreciated nonetheless. While Alastor typically had no problem overstepping boundaries and shoving demons around purely to aggravate them, he obviously had no real idea how to be intimate and kind. But he tried for you.
He took his other hand and slipped it under your legs, swiftly lifting you and pulling you further up the bed. He leaned his body against the headboard, and dragged you over to lay your torso against his own.
“I don’t understand why you worry about all this, dear,” He mused, his fingers threading through your hair. His other hand graced past your stomach, which caused you to subconsciously flinch away. You felt his hand pause, but he didn’t mention it.
“I wish I didn’t have to,” You responded slowly, your cheek squished against his chest. “But I’ve dealt with this since I was alive. I feel like it’ll never get better.”
“Dearest, you have a whole eternity here,” He mused in response. He placed a finger under your chin and craned your head to meet his gaze. “You need to be strong to survive down here; to stay sane. A healthy body leads to a healthy mind.”
Of course Alastor was always thinking about strength and survival. He was an Overlord, after all. You didn’t respond to him, but you kept looking at him as he spoke. There was an odd look in his eyes as he talked.
“Plus,” He continues. His words were slow, and his mouth moved as if the words tasted unnatural on his tongue. This uncertainty that touched the Radio Demon’s voice was… rare, to say the least. “I want to see ma moitié happy. I am… incredibly devoted to you.”
Your ear pricked when you noticed the radio frequency in his voice completely dropped when he spoke the words. That look in his eyes—you finally recognized it as some odd sense of passion and endearment. An emotion that you could tell confused him, with the strain in his brow as he examined you. He meant the words he said, no matter how unnatural they felt leaving his mouth.
You rested your head back down on his chest. You knew this conversation wouldn’t “cure” you or anything, but you hoped that maybe you could think back on his words everytime your hands shook as you held a fork to your mouth. Of all demons in Hell, Alastor’s opinion was probably the most important to you, and you knew his devotion wouldn’t halt because of a few pounds; Alastor had to be deeply, deeply passionate about you to even let you lay on top of him like this.
You only hummed in response, and simply rested your head back against his chest. You hugged your arm tightly against him to try to convey that you appreciated his words, but you didn’t really know what to say.
“Would you join me for breakfast tomorrow?” Alastor asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “I know this wonderful place that I frequent for coffee…”
You thought for a moment, again weighing the pros and cons; a habit that you struggled to drop when it came to meals. Your mind was buzzing with thoughts of what kind of food might be there, and if you should ration out the meals for the rest of the day. But, you felt the thoughts melt away when Alastor’s hand rubbed a comforting circle against your cheek, and then trailing down towards your shoulder in a light squeeze.
“Okay,” you finally said. It wouldn’t hurt to have a decent meal for once. You pulled yourself up onto your elbows again to look at Alastor. “Sounds awesome.”
His smile twisted up, his teeth peeking through a small gap in his lips. His head inched forward, but then paused, and you could tell his mind was racing with various thoughts. You waited for him to decide and, after a few moments, he closed the gap and lightly pressed his lips against yours. It was brief, as most intimate contact with him was, but you enjoyed it while it lasted.
“You will always be my only weakness,” Alastor admitted tenderly. “The most captivating demon in all of Hell.”
You couldn’t stop the shy smile that spread across your face at his words. You sputtered out some awkward response, to which he simply hummed and smiled at. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the headboard, his fingers still playing with your hair gently.
You followed suit, resting your head against his chest and closing your own eyes. You didn’t even realize how tired you were, too caught up in the rare intimacy with Alastor. You let your worries of breakfast fade away, choosing to just enjoy the warmth of his body so close to yours.
#ohdeerfully#alastor#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin hotel#fluff#comfort#eating disorder#TW: eating disorder#TW: disordered eating#disordered eating
262 notes
·
View notes
Note
Can you do headcannons for them with a reader who crochets
Like maybe being on stream with them and just sitting next to them while they're yelling and you're just sitting there crocheting
Sorry if I made to complicated English is not my first:((((
omg I love this prompt!!&#*@&jdjsjs ; also don't worry!! I totally understand don't worry 🫶🫶🫶
MCYT ; you crochet
includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, tubbo, badlinu, nihachu & quackity
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
he'll be streaming like a just chatting stream or whatnot and you'll be off to the side doing your thing
some people in chat are watching you more than they're watching Tommy LMAO
you'll be crocheting a little plushie for him (a mini raccooninnit) and he'll look back at you every once in a while because you're pretty quiet and he's just checking up
you like punt it at the back of his skull when you're done and it lands back in your hand and he turns around with a "whatthefuhck?"
you hand it to him this time tho dw
he quickly shows it off to stream and does a little 360 of it
gives you a little kiss on the hand and thanks you with a lil hug
he's not huge w pda so you'll take what you can atm LMAO
he loves that you crochet, he thinks it's so cool because he doesn't have the patience for it
you've crocheted plenty of things for him that stay in his background or act as little easter eggs
you even made him a whole blanket that says "TommyInnit" with the little smiley face like on the HTBAB tour logo thing
he uses it religiously, that things in the wash every weekend because yk damn well he's not letting it get nasty or ruined
TUBBO
he'll be streaming on the qsmp and you'll be in the background crocheting
sunny already met you a while back, but she was talking to you through the signs and tubbo would tap you on the leg or shoulder to get your attention and you'd verbally answer into the mic
you were actually making tubbo a mini-crochet sunny that he could use as a keychain or just carry around for the hell of it
the hardest part were the little feet because the 90 degree angle on them ankles was fucking you up for some reason
and. the sunglasses are detachable and you were working on some accessories and stuff
once you were done near the end of the stream, he instantly showed it off and sent a picture in the qsmp Discord so everyone could see as well
literally tackles you in a hug
you've also made him a few beanies and blankets and a couple little plushies
in the background of his stream there's a little like thing on the ceiling with some minecraft bees on strings so it looked like they were flying around
you made it for him like 3 years ago but it's fine LMAO
he's super intrueged by crocheting but he doesn't have the attention span and gets confused by all the looping and this and that going on
just not a skill he has lol
RANBOO
loves having you in the bg of their streams just chillin
you usually crochet them beanies, plushies, blankets etc
you'd be crocheting a new blanket, matching the theme of their new brand
once you finished, you'd throw it over them and scare them
"Holy shit! Y/n!"
you giggle while he looks at it and admires it with a smile
he shows it off to stream and gives you a big hug and shit
he'll often wear the clothing items you've made him on stream as well
"where's this from? oh, y/n made it for me!"
like Tommy, their bg is filled with little easter eggs of you
before the rebrand you even made him a little crown and he wore it religiously because it was honestly really comfy
he's tried to learn crochet on stream before but it wasn't going well LMAO
sometimes you'll be chilling and doing your thing and chat will focus more on you than them 😭🙏
FREDDIE BADLINU
you've made him so many bucket hats that if you make one more you will gain carpal tunnel
he absolutely loves that you crochet and that you make him things tho
he'll send you new patterns like "I saw this and thought of you"
if you're chilling in the back of a stream, he'll just leave you be and bother you every once in a while
"watcha making?"
"little plushie"
"ooo"
again, his bg is littered w little easter eggs
and his room and closet are filled with blankets and pillows
you use the nice yarn that isn't itchy too 🙏
he'll post pictures of you crocheting online and stuff it's adorable
straight up made him a jacket and he looks so good in it
just straight up throwing crochet gifts at him is normal dw
he loves and cherishes everything you make him
NIKI NIHACHU
you've made her everything in the book and she's posted about it LMAO
you made her a blanket and she cuddles up in it on chill streams 24/7
you've made her a bunch of tops which she always knows how to perfectly style too
like you'll even get her input when you're chilling in the bg while she's streaming
"niki, purple or white for the tiny flowers?"
"mmm purple!"
she even has chat decide things for you when she can't LMAO
you made her a whole crochet sign for her bg that says Nihachu, it's basically just a tapestry but you spent hours on it lmao
making her a bunch of little jellyfish and stars>>>
you even make her a little empanada keychain and she ADORES IT
she uses it as a little squishy for when she's a bit anxious too
you made the waffles like interchangeable too its like a whole toy
ALEX QUACKITY
he has no idea wtf you're doing but he likes it
you made him the little quackityhq duck years ago and he still treasures it, its right on his desk so he can always look at it lol
he loves just watching you crochet
will genuinley zone out watching you as well
again, punting gifts at him is normal
and they will ricochet off his head back into your hand 💀
"bro you got a long ass head"
"WHAT?"
you crochet him new beanies too
he wears them a lot as well
loves all the blankets dearly like they're his kids
you made a little qsmp world plush thing as well, only the world w the debatable qsmp logo bc all the stuff on top would've killed you
crocheting random shit just to throw it at him >>>
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#tommyinnit x reader#ranboo x reader#quackity x reader#badlinu x reader#tubbo x reader#niki nihachu x reader#nihachu x reader#freddie badlinu x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#alex quackity x reader#they/them reader
180 notes
·
View notes
Text
Please Follow this Backup Blog for Vendetta-IF
Hey guys, it's jsc, the author of Vendetta. I'm making this blog to backup all of the stuff I've posted over on the vendetta-if blog because I can't access my main account. Until I can access my account again, this will be the blog I'll use to interact with all of you and post updates. And in the worst case scenario, this will become the main blog.
So, please, follow this blog as I will be posting updates and answering asks like usual here. Also, for those who want to share their fanarts and other fanworks, please tag this blog too so I can see it. I'll also start reblogging some posts and asks from the Vendetta blog here in hopes of preserving them as much as I can. So, be prepared for a little blast from the past as we walk down the nostalgia road, I suppose.
I'm really sad because just earlier today, I checked my followers count and saw that we were 30 followers away from reaching 4K Followers in the main Vendetta blog, and I was thinking about what to do to celebrate it. Plus, there are also so many awesome fanarts and asks that I don't want to just be gone, which is why I'm making this blog to reblog all of them.
For those who are new and wondering what my story is all about, please check out the intro post I've reblogged. I might need to make another intro post in the future if I never get access back to my account, but for now, I hope it'll suffice.
IMPORTANT LINKS
[ORIGINAL INTRO POST]
[VENDETTA BLOG ARCHIVE]
[DEMO | Latest Chapter: 6 Part 1 | 272.8K words total]
[FORUM]
[PATREON] | [KO-FI]
[DISCORD]
CHARACTER RELATED MASTERPOSTS:
[CHARACTERS LIST]
[ARTBREEDER PORTRAITS] [ROs] [Other Pt. 1] [Viktor] [Other Pt. 2]
[CHARACTER PLAYLIST]
ADDITIONAL LINKS
[PUBLIC SIDE STORIES LIST]
[AO3 WRITTEN FANWORK] -> Currently 3 works
For those who are interested in what happened, I'll tell the details under the cut.
So, a few hours ago, I decided to open my iOS Tumblr app to check on notifications and stuff, as I usually do. But instead, I got hit with the Tumblr error messages over and over as it keeps trying to load in.
At first, I just thought it was my cellphone Internet connection, so I tried logging in on the desktop. At first, after I input all of my login credentials, the page loaded, but it brought me to the viewing page of my Vendetta blog as a non-user. I tried again, and this time, it said that my account got terminated. I never got any email from Tumblr about this, and it came as a shock because I just used my Tumblr earlier today to reblog some fanarts with no problem and I have never really used my account for other non-IF related stuff.
So, I scrambled to ask my members in Discord whether my Vendetta blog is still up, and thankfully it still is. But, my main account is somehow gone. The problem is, my Vendetta blog is actually a sideblog to my main account, jsclarissa.
As you can see here, when I tried searching for my main account, it says "Ghost blog! This blog does not exist." despite me having used that account to respond to comments and send asks to other authors before.
I have sent a support ticket to Tumblr support and also tweeted them on Twitter. I really hope they can give me my account back as I'm pretty sure this is some kind of technical issues on their end. I'm just worried about how long it would take them to respond and of course, the worst case scenario that it actually got terminated, so, I'm making this account.
Even if I got my account back, I'll still reblog stuff from the main blog here and maybe I can finally have a more personal blog where I can talk about stuff that is not really related to Vendetta.
#intro post#important announcement#writing update#if: vendetta#if vendetta#vendetta if#if game#if wip#dashingdon#choicescript#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#interactive games#cyoa#cyoa game#choice of games#hosted games
452 notes
·
View notes
Note
AITA for kicking someone from my server and not explaining why?
(emojis so I can find later: 🪨🪨🪨)
[This happened a few years ago, but I’ll write the ages as they were at the time.]
I (14M) made a server for a fandom I was in. It was a small fandom (I was mutuals with every single fan on tumblr) so I thought it’d be nice to have a place we can all talk other than the tumblr dashboard. This was also not my first server — I had 2 or 3 years of experience running them (having run a server with 100ish members a year or two beforehand) so I was fully confident in my ability to run a server with less than 20 people, especially since everyone knew each other and was friends already.
Now, there was this person in the server, we’ll call her B (16F). I wasn’t super close with her, but ofc I was friends with her through the fandom. We didn’t talk much — the only time I can recall us speaking outside of discord was to send fandom art requests to each other. Obviously I didn’t have a problem with her coming in, but as she spoke more in my server, I started to question whether she was somebody I wanted hanging around.
I won’t go into full depth of things she said or did (both for privacy’s sake and to keep things brief), but I’ll explain my biggest reasons for kicking her.
First, she vented a lot, which typically I wouldn’t judge, but I really didn’t want a fandom server associated with so much negativity — and not only that, but the way she vented was very… I mean, we would be telling her things she did wrong in general channels, and then she would go to the vent channel and say things like “I’m sorry I’m so stupid and such a bad person I didn’t know what I was doing wrong.” and then we’d (well, everybody else — I don’t play these games with people) all have to console her. Not only that, but she’d vent about shit like — “I’m such a bad person because I’m cis. I’m sorry for being cis.” In a server full of trans people.
Second was her ableism towards autistic people, in a server also full of autistic people (This is honestly the biggest thing I had against her). Since most of us were autistic, we headcanoned most (if not all) of the characters in the series as autistic, usually with little basis in canon. One person specifically said “I think X character is autistic” and most people agreed, until she came along and said “No, they’re too normal.” We were all kind of like “???” until somebody said “Autistic people are normal” and she said “No, they’re all learning disabled” and some other stuff I don’t remember off the top of my head. (Obviously nothing wrong with having learning disabilities and many autistic people do have them etc, it’s just the way she went about saying what she said — and also disagreeing with a harmless headcanon because a character was too “normal” to be autistic). Again, most of us are autistic and were offended by what she said.
These were the two biggest contributors as to why I kicked her from my server — there were more (usually smaller) things she did that made people uncomfortable or pissed me off, but again, I’m not going to mention everything.
So, I silently kicked her, not wanting to cause too much drama, but also fed up with her behavior. I think I also softblocked her on tumblr, not wanting us to be mutuals or friends anymore but also not seeing a block as necessary (I didn’t mind if she saw my fandom posts in the tag, for example). However, she ended up following me back and sent me an ask asking why she was kicked from the server. I believe I told her “I don’t owe you an explanation, I just didn’t want you there anymore”. I didn’t want to say “you did this, this, and this” and just have her say “I didn’t do that/That wasn’t a big deal” and turn it into an entire argument, you know? I also just didn’t want to talk to her at all. So after answering, I softblocked her again and she sent me a long rant calling me a bitch, to which I simply hardblocked her.
I’m pretty sure I was justified in kicking her from my server, but I’m not sure if I’m justified in not telling her why — I understand being confused and demanding an answer but I also know she’d been told off multiple times — and I still don’t think she’s owed a response. Maybe if we were closer friends, I would have explained why. But I don’t know. Am I the asshole?
What are these acronyms?
89 notes
·
View notes
Text
List of Bookbinding Items
MASTERPOST │ ASKS │ COMMENTS │ UPDATES │ GLOSSARY (TBA!)
Disclaimer: I am so, so average at this hobby, maybe even below that denomination, too, but I've been asked a couple times about it privately/via Discord so I figured I could help some people out by providing them a link to get them started.
Before you begin learning how to bind a book, it's a good idea to collect all the resources you will need in order to fulfil the process from beginning to end. Below, I'm going to try and structure a tiered list of equipment you're going to need, from essential to optional. I'll also add explanations of purpose where necessary. Because y'all are international, I'm not going to link to sites - but any store that caters to bookbinding should have these items available to order! Just make sure you're searching specifically.
Essential resources:
Don't skimp out on these - seriously. Not worth it. Where I can, I'll provide self-made alternatives, but these things should definitely go on your 'must get before I begin' list.
Bone folder (after you fold your signatures, crisp up the fold by pressing the edge over the crease. It'll flatten the fold and make it easier to press).
Book press (you will need this at multiple stages of the process, essentially to flatten everything up. I went for a traditional one, but you CAN use two boards with clamps, anything that you can essentially clamp the book tight between).
Awl (kinda a needle on a stick - used to poke holes for sewing into each signature. I'd recommend getting a proper one, most aren't too expensive! Some binders saw their holes in, but it's a bit risky for first-timers!)
Punching cradle (a device that has equidistant holes to guide your hole-poking, so that every signature is punched in the same place. PLEASE get this).
Waxed linen thread (make SURE it is waxed, which will prevent the paper ripping when you sew it. I recommend 25/3 weight linen thread, usually in a 'natural' or 'cream' colour).
Paper (make sure it is SHORT GRAIN, will explain later. I recommend 80gsm paper in a 'sand', 'natural' or 'cream' colour, as white paper tends to look IMO not quite right, especially for fiction. I honestly just use printer paper!)
Book board (Davey board is preferred, but you can use grey board, chipboard or cardboard. It needs to be thick enough to resist flexibility - I use 3mm Davey board for the covers and either cardstock/1.8mm Davey board for the spine. This can come pre-sized or in larger sheets).
Book cloth (again, recommend actual cloth designed for binding as you'll experience issues with regular old cloth if it's not prepared for the process. It'll be backed with paper or starched to prevent glue seepage).
Glue (acid-free PVA glue. Specialty 'bookbinding glue' is the easiest, but honestly, as long as it's acid-free PVA, it should be fine).
Glue brush/es (something to get the glue spread quickly, as it dries FAST).
Mull (a loose-weave cloth used to reinforce the spine after sewing/gluing).
Cardstock (for reinforcing the spine after mull + assembling the cover/spine case. Get a few sheets, you'll be surprised where this is needed!)
Might be a good idea:
Premade endbands (the little cloth bits that stick up on either end of the spine inside the book? Yeah, they make the book look pretty and hide the gluing).
Ribbon (if you intend to add a ribbon bookmark).
Linen tape (for thicker volumes. You sew it against the textblock to add more stability to the bind).
Cork-backed ruler (to cut book board in a straight line - you can make your own like I did with adhesive cork and a metal ruler).
Bookbinding needle/s (specifically curved needles).
Beeswax blocks (for bookbinding, extra wax to wax the thread goes a long way!)
Box cutter/knife (for cutting book board to size).
Hinge gap sizers (available on Etsy, used to space the spine board from the cover boards).
Book cloth corner cutters (also available on Etsy - comes in sizes to match your book board width so you can ensure you're cutting the right amount of fabric off the corners before folding them over).
Bookbinding sewing frame (entirely optional, but it means you can leave your hands free for sewing the text block up).
For aesthetic purposes only:
Guillotine (for trimming the pages to the same size after gluing, makes the book look professional. One with a large sheet capacity is best. Don't skimp on quality here. You can also just go to a print shop that offers this service!)
Cricut/Silhouette/Vinyl cutting machine (for creating iron-on designs on your book cloth after making the casing).
Cutting machine mat (whoever makes the machine will also make a corresponding mat, this is to hold the vinyl in place so the machine can cut it).
Iron-on vinyl (you want heat transfer vinyl, NOT permanent vinyl; HTV is ironically the more permanent of the two. So many options for colours here, and it is possible to layer different colours!)
Heat press machine (to heat press the vinyl to the book cloth - I personally recommend the Cricut Easy Press Mini because it is much smaller than the standard, giving you more control/ability to target parts of the cover).
Vinyl weeding tools (to pull off the excess vinyl around the design after cutting).
Ribbon clamp and O ring (for adding charms to the end of the ribbon bookmark. Make sure the clamp is the same width as the ribbon).
I collected all these things before I began, and it made the process a lot smoother. Please note these are all things I recommend, but if you are only experimenting or starting out, please feel free to use resources you have on hand! It took me a few months to compile everything, and it's important you have a space to store all this (it definitely piles up). Please feel free to let me know if there's anything you think I should add!
121 notes
·
View notes
Text
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 how luxiem + shoto would confess 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
characters: vox akuma ; mysta rias ; luca kaneshiro ; ike eveland ; shu yamino ; shoto
take note: gn!reader ; this is a follow-up to my off collab post („• ᴗ •„)
author notes: thank you all so much for all the love and support on my last 3 posts! ♡(/▿＼ ) writing these headcanons made me go “aww” a lot, the boys are really cute when they confess huhu ( ◡‿◡ )♡ as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
enjoy lovelies! ♡
vox
after the off collab, vox found you occupying his head a lot, living in his mind rent free — not that he minds ╮(︶▽︶)╭
he’d be working on projects or preparing for his upcoming streams and he’d be wondering what you’re up to, resisting the urge to call you on discord
‘i wonder what y/n is doing right now’, ‘i want to talk to them but i don’t want to seem too clingy’, ‘besides, i saw them two days ago, that’s not a very long time...’
when you do your zatsudan stream, you bet vox is going to be there. he smiles so much listening to you talk about your experience during the off collab, reliving some of the moments in his head as you recount them
he was aware of his big crush on you but he just didn’t do anything about it during the off collab
as much as vox akuma is confident, he does get a little nervous sometimes, especially when he’s around you
‘c’mon vox, you gotta tell them sometime soon. you’re not a wuss.’ he chided himself
and then he decided, he was going to see you in person and confess his feelings for you
after packing and preparing to go visit you, vox lets his kindred know that he’s cancelling stream on the day that he’s leaving, saying that he has to take care of some stuff irl
after a decently long flight, vox is standing right in front of the door to your apartment; and for someone who’s heartbeat is usually at a chill 60-70 bpm, he could quite literally feel his heart beating out of his chest
‘knock knock’ you walked to the door, curious as to who it could be. you open your door to see vox standing at your doorstep
your jaw drops and you stand there in shock. minutes passed before you stuttered out, “v-vox? what’re you doing here?”
vox smiles and says, “i missed you so i came here to surprise you, i hope that’s okay with you.”
“are you kidding me? of course i’m okay with that. come in vox.” you let vox in and once you shut the door, you gave the demon a hug
after parting from the hug, you both move to sit on the couch. vox looks at you and says, “actually y/n i came here for a reason…i have to tell you something really important and i hope that this won’t change our friendship.”
“oh yeah of course vox, you can tell me.” you say as you look at him expectantly
vox sucks in a breath, looks you in the eyes and says, “i’m in love with you y/n. i liked you even before we met during the off collab; and after the off collab, i couldn’t stop thinking about you, i just had to see you again and tell you how i felt. i don’t know if you feel the same, if you don’t, that’s fine too. i ju-”
you cut vox off by pressing your lips to his, giving him a soft, gentle kiss before pulling back with a smile. “i love you too you silly demon and i have for a while now too.”
“r-really? thank goodness…” he breathes out as he brings you in for another hug
mysta
for mysta’s first stream back home, mysta would do a zatsudan talking about the off collab and reminiscing on the events that happened
mysta would subconsciously bring you up a lot because he spent most of his time with you during it
whenever mysta brought you up, chat would start going really fast with comments like, “ayo?”, “mysta simp arc?”, “awww you can hear him smiling while he’s talking about them.”, “cuteeee!”
you would pop into his stream as he’s talking about how cute you looked when you were focused on something and how you looked good in everything you tried on when you guys went shopping
you’d smirk and send a message saying, “so you think i’m cute huh?”
you can see from his model that mysta’s eyes widened when he read your message. “oh shit, uh h-hi y/n! i didn’t think you’d be watching…”
“am i not supposed to be here mysta?”
“nonono! i didn’t mean it that way, it’s always nice having you in chat y/n.”
after mysta’s stream you call him on discord and he picks up, knowing what you were going to ask him already, “h-hi y/n, what’s up?”
“did you mean what you said on stream?”
“yeah! of course i did. i think you’re amazing.”
"well, i like you mysta and i have for a while now. i'm really glad i got to spend time with you during the off collab and i feel like i like you even more after that."
“wait really? why me though? i’m not special, there might even be someone out there that’s a better fit for you.”
“no mysta, you’re the only one i have eyes for. you’re the one i want to be with, no one else even remotely compares to you.”
after a moment of silence, mysta mumbles with a small blush tinting his cheeks, “thank you y/n, i like you too, a lot.” i love him uweee (´꒳`)♡
luca
luca really wanted to tell you his feelings during the off collab but he got a bit too nervous to do so, therefore he decided to do it online — the luca way (≧▽≦)
luca is such a creative boi. i mean, have you seen deezney land??
so luca would hop into the nijien server, find a plot of land that is far away from the main village and start working on a sign in the sky as well as a little viewing platform
after luca’s done with the sign, he’d start working on note blocks — that when triggered with a lever will play the song ‘can’t help falling in love’ by elvis presley
he’d then make a railway track all the way to the viewing platform and when he’s done, he’ll admire it for a bit before logging off
the next day, he’d send you a message on discord saying, “hey y/n, are you free right now?”
you message him back almost immediately saying that you are indeed free at the moment
luca then calls you on discord, when you pick up, he asks you to hop onto the nijien server because he has something to show you
you agree excitedly because you know how good luca is at building in minecraft and you can't wait to see what this creative boi has built
when you arrive in minecraft luca meets you at your little minecraft house before leading you to the minecart that will bring the both of you to your destination
as you get closer to the sign that luca made, you ask, “wait…what does that sign say? did you make another amusement park luca?”
“u-uh no…you’ll see when you get there” luca says and chuckles nervously
when you arrive and you hop onto the little viewing platform that luca made, you see that the sign spells out, “i love you, be mine?”
you sit there blushing and in shock, not knowing what to say
luca sees that you’ve been stationary in-game and quiet for a while now, so he asks, “h-hey y/n, you alright?”
you respond softly, “yeah…is this what i think it is luca?”
“well...yeah, i’ve liked you for a while now y/n and i thought that this would be the best way to tell you my feelings. oh and, press the little lever on the side.”
you move over and click on the lever, ‘can’t help falling in love’ starts playing and you can’t hold it in anymore, you start crying
luca the poor baby thought he messed up so he panicked saying, “noo did i do something wrong? why’re you crying y/n? i’m so sorry!”
“no luca, you did nothing wrong, this is just so beautiful, i couldn’t help it. i love you too luca, thank you for putting in the time to make all this for me.”
“aww, you’re welcome y/n, only the best for you.” gaaaahhhhh ( 〃▽〃)
ike
ike would always let you listen to his raw vocals before he sends them in to the producers or before he mixes his vocals. the quilldren are very jealous (≧◡≦)
so ike figured that he would do the same but this time, he would sing to you directly to confess his feelings for you
after the off collab, ike started to miss your presence and he felt his feelings for you deepen so he decided that he would finally let you know how he feels
ike messages you first on discord asking if he could call you, you let him know that it was okay to do so. when ike calls you, you pick up asking him what’s up
“hi y/n! i just wanted you to listen to my vocals for this song that i’m working on for a possible cover in the future.”
“oh sure!! aahh i’m so excited to hear your amazing vocals again ike”
ike takes a deep breath and starts singing the start to ‘i like you, i love you’ by kagamine rin
♬♩♪♩“Ne, ne, ne, nee, ne, chotto ii?”, “Isogashii nara, gomen”, “Sukoshi dake, ne, sukoshi de ii?”, “Oshaberi ni tsukiatte”♩♪♩♬
you immediately recognise the song, so you smile and start bopping your head while listening to it
after ike has finished singing, you clap and say, “ikey!! that was so good! everyone’s going to love this cover, i can’t wait!”
ike thanks you and after a few seconds of silence, ike asks, “y/n you know what the song is about right?”
“yeah i do, it’s about rin having a crush and trying to act on it.”
“yes so um…that wasn’t a recording y/n, i was singing that song directly to you and that’s how i feel currently. i really like you y/n…”
your jaw dropped and you had a faint blush on your cheeks. after a few seconds of trying to process what ike just said, you respond saying, “w-wait really? well, i like you too ikey. thank you for serenading me with that song, that was really adorable.”
“aaah thank goodness, i can breathe now; and thank you sweetheart, i’m glad you liked it.” ike chuckles. ike can i have your hand in marriage please? (//▽//)
shu
ever since shu got back from the off collab, he’s been working on coding a little game
he knew he wanted to confess his feelings but he didn’t want to just call you on discord and be like, “hey y/n i like you, i hope you like me too.”
so he thought that it would be easier and more thoughtful if he coded a game to help him express his feelings towards you
once shu finished it and did a few test runs he messaged you on discord to see if you were available
you messaged him back 5 minutes later saying that you were free now
shu called you on discord and when you picked up, he asked if you were down to do a little test run of a game that he coded. you agreed and expressed how honoured you were to be testing this game out for him
he sent you the download link for the game and requested that you stay on the call with him so that he could hear your live reactions to it
after you booted the game up on your pc, a button saying 'start' flashes on screen. when you clicked start, a bar of text appeared saying, “hi y/n, thank you for taking the time to test this game out, i hope you like it.”
"wait is the cursor a chibi me? awww that's so cute!!"
as you progressed through the game, it became more and more apparent what shu was trying to tell you with this game
the game was basically shu telling you what he likes about you and immortalising the moments you guys had during the off collab
the memory of those moments you and shu spent together had you blushing throughout the whole playthrough
after a while, shu hears that you’ve stopped clicking your mouse so he assumes that you’ve finished the game
he asks, “so…what did you think of the game y/n?”
you stare at the 3 words on your screen and say, “it was really cute shu…i can’t believe you did all this by yourself, you’re amazing…”
shu smiled and said, “thank you, any other thoughts?”
you giggle and reply, “yes shubert, i like you too”
shu chuckles at that before saying, “yokatta kawaii hito (i’m glad babe).” SHU SUPREMACY 🧎🏻♀️
ever since shoto got back from the off collab, he’s been thinking about you A LOT
his mind is filled with your smile, your laugh, the memories that you both made during the off collab; and that’s when he knew, he was down bad
so he decides to confess his feelings in hopes that you’ll reciprocate them
he hops onto discord and messages you: hey y/n are you free to play some minecraft on our private server? i wanna do some exploring :D
after 10 minutes you reply saying: sure! :D and you called him right after you sent that
you guys were just chilling and hanging out, working on things separately, then, out of the blue, shoto calls out to you
you walk over to him in-game and he drops a flower in front of you saying, “hey y/n, this flower’s for you…”
you smile and say, “aaww shoto, that’s so sweet, thank you!!”
then, he asks you to follow him, as you get closer to your destination, you see that shoto has made a little field of flowers in the shape of a heart
shoto walks to stand in the field of flowers before saying, “y/n, i really like you. the off collab really solidified my feelings for you. you’re such an amazing person, you make me laugh and you make me feel so comfortable. i hope you feel the same way…”
you just stare at your screen with a big ol’ smile on your face for a few seconds before saying, “i feel the same way shoto. aaahh this is so sweet…YOU are so sweet.”
“nah, that’s you honey. i’m glad you feel the same way.” shoto replies with a blush on his face
#vox akuma#mysta rias#luca kaneshiro#ike eveland#shu yamino#shoto#shxtou#nijisanji en#luxiem#luxiem x reader#luxiem x you#luxiem headcanons#shoto headcanons#shxtou headcanons#vox x reader#mysta x reader#luca x reader#ike x reader#shu x reader#shoto x reader#shxtou x reader#vox akuma x reader#mysta rias x reader#luca kaneshiro x reader#ike eveland x reader#shu yamino x reader#vox akuma fluff#mysta rias fluff#luca kaneshiro fluff#ike eveland fluff
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
you told me that you often want to be in my inbox with “real shit to say” bcos you’d just go to our discord chat instead. and i didn’t realize that i actually identity with it as well. i’m here with “real shit to say”
sex and love and drama addicted anakin skywalker would be turned on by the process of artificial insemination.
it shocks you. not because you’re a stranger to such a standard medical procedure, but because of how starkly contrasted it compares to his usual desires. it’s impersonal. would he not prefer making a baby the way he knows how? fucking it into you?
he moistens his lips and tells you the darker facets of why it agrees with him. how you don’t know what you’re getting when you subject yourself to the procedure. a complete stranger’s sperm being used on your perfect and untainted body in order to create life. who knows if they even gave you the semen of the donor you picked? what if a cruel doctor saw it fit to choose for you? that’s what he would do- in the shoes of a doctor. he’d decide none of these options were good enough for you and cum into a vial himself. fertilize you, completely without your knowing.
BUGGYYYYY!!!!!!! HIHIHIHI hello, hi hellooooo. You said Real shit and by fucking god you meant real shit.
First of all, I love how much this breaks out of what we tyically establish for anakin, because you're right it's impersonal, it's clinical, it's clean, it's everything the he considers completely un-erotic. But, you know our motto, "the question is never 'would anakin do this?' the question is 'how would he do this?'" So, let's talk about it!
cw ahead for: medkink, dubcon fantasy, noncon fantasy, impregnation kink
Honest to god, I feel this this would stem from his own personal mistrust of human medical professionals. Anakin does not like to be vulnerable, so if he's injured and in someone's care he just always prefers medical droids, he trusts them so much more because (for the most part, sans Artoo) they have no will to impose on other people's vulnerable, injured bodies. But then that gets him thinking about... vulnerability, and how much he likes seeing you be vulnerable. I like to think he tried imagining about some faceless doctor doing it and it left a bad taste in his mouth. He hates the idea of them feeling entitlement over your body like that, but him?
It's a rare thing for anakin to step out of his own shoes in fantasy, never really a stickler for day dreaming in that way, not since he was a kid, but he imagines himself as a doctor. He's masked, gloved, standing at the foot of your medical table, half hard at the sight of you in stirrups alone. He thinks about teasing his gloved fingers along your opening, probably cool and dry from being exposed like this. The way you'd jump if you werent expecting it, how you'd squeak the way you do when you're caught off guard.
"It's standard proceedure to elicit lubrication before inserting the apparatus, page 3 of the package you signed," he says. It isn't on page 3 at all, there's a tube of lube meant to go directly on the insemination device on the counter, just out of your eyeshot.
"Right, right sorry. I'm just a bit nervous," you settle back into your position.
He does decently to hide the way his breath is thin and high in his chest with arousal. when he speaks. "That's quite alright, no need to apologize." Stupid, he thinks. Stupid, girl, did you even bother to read the forms? it says nothing of the sort, you're so lucky it's him in this room with you and not some stranger who could be a lot meaner about this than he is.
He eases his finger in, god you're tight. The gloves must feel strange inside you, he doesn't miss the way you try not to squirm. You get wet easily enough, he has half a mind not to call you a slut and roughen up his pace for it. Sticking the apparatus inside you is... maker, he never thought he could get so hard. I can't tell you what it looks like in the SW universe, chrome, sleek smooth, in-fucking-human; watching it slide in goes straight to his dick. When it's deep enough there's gentle whir from the aparatus as it empties his cum inside you. He wishes it were messier, wishes you were gushing with it, who gives a fuck about efficiency if enough of his cum is being stuffed inside you to leak out of your hole. But those are impatient thoughts, the technology will do it's job, he trusts that. Soon enough, he'll get to watch you ache and swell.
This was so much fun, I've never writen med kink before! I'm gonna be so honest, appologies if there are any discrepansies with my literary usage of.. uh.. tenses. I wanted to get this idea down before I lost it. But yeah, thanks buggy!
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
Riddle to Solve
BTAS! Riddler x Named Female Reader
1.5k words: Reader hasn't seen Edward Nygma since they both lost their jobs at Competitron. Suddenly seeing him after two years forces a lot of unresolved feelings to come to the surface, for Eddie and Luna both. Did your feelings for each other matter then? Do they matter now?
This was made as a swap with an anonymous Discord friend <3. Their OC is named Luna, but this fic is first person and could be read as a "named" reader.
CW: suggestive thoughts from the rizzler, hurt/comfort, edward nygma being arrogant as per usual
“L-Luna?”
You turn, recognizing that voice almost instantly. “Eddie?”
The both of you stare at each other for a moment, almost making sure the other is real, before mirrored wide grins split your faces. The heart in your chest beats faster as you realize the expression is his genuine, real smile, the one only you could pull out of him. He's truly happy to see you.
Your bodies approach each other quickly, drawn like magnets. Your momentum almost makes you look like you are going in for a hug, your arms swinging forward…but you stop just shy of touching the other.
You both sit in silence for a moment, taking the other in up close. A slight blush makes its way onto your face, but you can't help it. He looks good. His ginger hair is more loose than it had been when she had last seen him at Competitron. Fluffier, more free…it makes your hands twitch with the want to bury themselves in the shining, copper locks. His face remains as handsome as ever, with his adorable button nose, but his clothes…
He always wore a striped shirt with suspenders when she had worked with him. Cute, but more apt for Wall Street than what you expected of him. This outfit…your mouth goes dry when you take it in.
A dark green sweater adorns his slight torso, loose on his body but tucked into tight grey slacks match his long overcoat. The lines of his clothes highlight his tall, lean body. He looks professional for the most part, aside from the purple driving gloves. You do your best to contain your thoughts about those before making eye contact with Ed once more. A feeling of satisfaction spreads through your body when you realize that his cheeks are reddening just as yours are.
Ed is embarrassed about his own blush, if he could be frank. It started when he caught you just as you were walking away, recognizing your shape from behind almost instantly and calling out to you. While he doesn't want to admit that that was his reasoning for recognizing you, can you blame him?
He had to wait behind you in enough queues, see you bent over enough desks in those tight skirts you wear, that he has an entire section of his mind dedicated to fantasies about your ass. Some days he had to actively keep himself from reaching out, winding his hands around you, and bringing you back against him just to feel that delicious curve. He kept it secret, of course, he did his best to keep things professional when you worked with each other.
But after the initial onslaught of familiar thoughts…Edward was blinded by the glow of your smiling face again as you turned, and that handily won out over anything else in his mind. Your gorgeous, dark hair was up in a ponytail today, shining in the sunlight and swinging behind you as you moved towards him.
He watched you adjust your glasses nervously with a blush after you stopped in front of him, and it filled his lonely heart with a glee he hasn't felt in more than a year. But he immediately chastises himself…he needs to do his best to keep distance from you. He still has plans he needs to fulfill, and he can't allow you to be involved. What if you were hurt, in the process? What if you saw what he's become in his exile?
The voice that you remember being full of mischief, arrogance, and, dare you say it, warmth suddenly sounds distant and aloof.
“Luna, it is…good to see you.”
Steadying yourself, you hold back your initial reaction to his presence and instead analyze his words, his tone, and his body language. If that's all he has to say to you, after years apart, after radio silence…then you refuse to give him any reaction he may want. Your tone mirrors his-professional.
“Yes, Mister Nygma, it is nice to see you again after so long.”
You see how he goes almost stiff when you call him Mister Nygma, his back straightening and his eyes turning dark before his face becomes impassive. But, instead of letting him respond, you continue after a beat of silence, curiosity at his presence winning out over pettiness.
“What brings you to Gotham?”
His previous demeanor relaxes a bit, and he almost looks…nervous.
“Oh! Well…I suppose I've always heard interesting whispers about this city. And with recent rumors I've been…drawn here for some reason. After everything that happened…”
He trails off, and you can tell his racing mind is reliving the trauma of losing it all in one day, just as you had. Competitron, as your former place of work, used to be everything to the both of you. Ed came up with all of the riddles, but you helped him with the art direction. Your mind would interpret his gorgeous thoughts into a visual reality, and the code you both worked on made it an actual reality, on screen at least.
But then the layoffs started. First it was a few lower level people…and then a few close coworkers. And then…suddenly, you walked in one day and were told to pack your bags. Years of working for them, for giving it all to make the Minotaur game, and they just brushed you away. You still find yourself frustrated and angry about it, even after getting a new job. The only credit you received was a footnote at the end of the game.
And Ed…well…it wasn't public news, but he gave Mockridge hell over both your sacking and the lack of royalties for your work. He was planning to sue them, for the both of you. And then…he was fired too.
You heard the news and tried to call him, but he was just gone. And you haven't seen him for two years until just now, when Competitron has been rumored to be moving to Gotham. The coincidence is too much to ignore.
“Edward…”
He seems to startle at your use of his full name, something that you usually only did during arguments or serious conversations.
“...I-I know that what Mockridge did to us hurt. I still have trouble getting over it, myself. But, don't let his heinous actions rule your life. I'm glad to see you, but if you're only here to harass our former boss-”
Ed stiffens again and cuts you off, “Well, I'm sorry that I can't get over that-that cretin taking credit for my work.” He spits out the words, moving closer to you almost in anger.
You glare up at him, furious, now, “You mean our work. If you try to take even that from me after I lost my job and my L-” you stop yourself from admitting the truth of what you had felt for him, then. He notices your slip, but doesn't comment. “-my best friend…” your eyes are full of tears now. Frustrated tears. Dejected tears. How could he not notice you when you are right in front of him? What has blinded him for two years so much that he hasn't even sent a letter?
“...then I don't think we have anything else to discuss. I wish you well, Edward Nygma. B-be kind to yourself.” And you turn, prepared to leave. Two years apparently haven't changed your feelings towards him, if your racing, broken heart is any indication, but you've now realized you wasted that time pining for him after seeing him now. He is only focused on himself and what he lost…and maybe he always was.
You are stopped, suddenly, from retreating by a gloved hand wrapping, gently, around your arm. “Luna…”
Chastising yourself for wasting even one more moment on someone who obviously won't even let you leave with your dignity, you freeze in place but don't turn. “I would prefer to go, Eddie.” You bite out the nickname that used to make him tease you, used to make him blush, even, just to get some petty revenge out of this horrid day.
The hand on your arm trembles, and it makes you pause. You had planned to shake your arm out of his grasp and leave, quickly, to go cry in your apartment…but then you hear his voice once more. Quietly, almost whispering, Edward Nygma says, “Please.”
You almost collapse hearing the syllables leave his mouth, and turn to see the man that uttered them. In only the few moments between you turning to leave and his plea, Eddie was a changed man. His face is pale, and his expression looks pained. Green eyes that were closed off and arrogant are now surprisingly open, shining with an expression you can't name.
“You did not deserve that reaction from me after all that we meant to each other. I'm sorry.”
Frankly? You are gobsmacked. Edward Nygma just apologized to you. At least he acknowledged and validated your feelings about his treatment of you…but it still feels like it isn't enough. “Eddie, I appreciate your apology, but I hope you can see that your behavior was not something I expect of a friend.”
You do end up wrenching your arm away from his grasp, making him wince. “If you want to come back into my life, after leaving me for two years-” your voice chokes out the last words, the reality of everything crashing in around you, “-and treat me like I was just a coworker, and not someone who you trusted, as I did you?”
A sniffle leaves you, trying to hold back your tears, “Then I would rather you save the honeyed, practiced words and just leave. I can't take you playing with my good will towards you, again.”
And as you are about to embarrass yourself and sob in front of him, emotionally confused, partly, but mainly sad…his arms bring you to him. You are enveloped in them. He keeps you there, for a moment. His steady breathing and calming, familiar scent ground you. And then, one of his gloved hands moves to the side of your head, gently leading you to look up at him, “No playing. No games. No riddles.”
His green eyes are shining, “I am truly sorry. The moment you turned, I was reminded of the last time I had to see you go, the pain that came with it. I-I initially tried to push you away because I do have secrets, Luna.”
You try to talk, but he cuts you off, “I can't tell you about them…not now. But I can't let you walk away, again, either.” His expression is torn, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes full of desperation for some sort of answer to his quandary.
Both of you are dancing around your feelings, for now. But…you can tell he does feel the same, truly, he must. You can't leave the man you love so desperately confused. Your hand reaches up, mirroring his hold on you and gently making him look down, “Then…let's just get some coffee together.”
His eyes are full of hope, gleaming with affection at your answer, “Do you still like it the same way?”
You chuckle, “Of course, I haven't changed much since you last saw me.” You blush, again, worried that standing still would make him lose interest in you, somehow.
He releases you, and you do the same to him, but he stays close. His eyes trace up and down your body, sticking to your chest for just a moment before meeting yours once more. “Oh I don't know about that…”
He chuckles, holding out his hand for you to take, a smirk adorning his face, “...you seem changed. More sure, more independent.”
You take his hand, and you begin walking together to the nearest cafe. He winks, “A most brilliant riddle for me to solve.”
#lawrites#riddler x reader#x reader#riddler#edward nygma#btas riddler#btas riddler x reader#is this...my first non plus size reader fic????#omg baby's first!!!#though this is more body neutral???#But EYE know what Luna looks like lol#batman rogues x reader#the riddler x reader
33 notes
·
View notes
Text
Medicinal Purposes
FRANKIE MORALES X F!READER
RATED E 18+
WORD COUNT: 2400
A/N: Okay so this is a little different for me. And my first collaboration! I had a headache and started thinking Frankie thots.
So while sharing my thots on discord @flightlessangelwings showed interest in writing, so we collaborated. With Jey's help the smut is very hot, and a little more explicit than my usual. Thanks m'dear for writing with me!! 💚
Did you know migraine pain can be alleviated by anything that gets your motor running down below?That's right! Hanky panky, masturbation, an erotic story or daydream can help.
🤓here's the science:
Many migraines are caused by or in part by the constriction of blood vessels in your head (this is way hot showers/baths and heating pads can help), but when we get aroused blood travels where? Down to our nethers!
SUMMARY: Your friend Frankie helps elevate your migraine pain in an unorthodox way. It's fingering, that's the unorthodox way. Oops
WARNING: migraine, blindfold, fingering, unprotected PiV (for the love of fantasy!)
It was day 3.
You were ready to do anything to get some relief… but in the end, you just cried, flopping face down on the couch, a bucket nearby.
You had gone through all your usual methods- the meds, neti pot, shower, ice pack, and heating pad, both at the same time strategically located on different areas of the body. There was another thing you had tried, but today you were just exhausted by this time to give it another try.
As you lay in your puddle of misery, you heard wheels crunch on the stone driveway. Who was here? Now? Oh, you had forgotten with all the-
Frankie swung wide the door and called your name- well, half your name. He stopped when he heard you wince. He'd walked into what was once your bright and airy living room, now like a cave, the window curtains were drawn and the a/c was on, keeping it dark and cool… there was no music coming from the speaker in the kitchen as usual … he realized it was a migraine day.
"Oh hermosa, I'm so sorry," he whispered, pulling out his phone and texting the guys to cancel game night.
"What can I do?"
You looked up, looking disheveled and peaked with bloodshot and watery eyes.
"Stick an ice pick through my temple, maybe?"
Your eyes welled again.
"Hey, no, no," Frankie knelt beside you, rubbing your back as he took in the detritus of failed attempts to alleviate the pain, medication bottles, water bottle, tea cup, essential oils, heating pad, warmed-over cold pack, and the vomit bucket, "Lemme help you."
He quickly cleaned up the coffee table and the bucket. He came back to your side, kneeling on the floor beside the couch with his brows knit in worry.
"What can I do? Run a bath?"
"I've taken two showers and had a bath, I'm waterlogged," you pouted.
"Well, what about that weird stretch you do?"
"I've done it over and over, I'm just so tired, Frankie it's been three days. Three. Days."
"Is there anything you haven't done?"
There was, but again it took effort and energy that you didn't have left. And it was not something your friend… your friend that you… well, it's not something he could help with.
Frankie knows you. He could see there was something.
"Tell me."
"I- well, I did try, yesterday,” you sighed, “But it takes effort- I just don't have…"
Frankie's knee bumped something, he looked down and saw an item he missed in his hasty clean-up. A small vibrator.
Oh.
"Hermosa, does, um," he swallowed, not sure he should go there. You were one of his oldest and closest friends. Of course, he had always wished, well it didn't matter what he wished. He swore under his breath.
"Does masturbation help?" His ears and neck were the first to go, he was sure he looked like a beet.
Your hands went to your face, as it heated too.
"Yes," you said in the tiniest voice he had ever heard from you.
"It didn't work this time?"
You shook your head, "I haven't, I was just so tired and frustrated… it reqi-." You buried your face in the pillow, muffling the last bit.
"Requires?" Frankie inched closer, helpfully.
You lifted your head a centimeter, "patience… and effort." And then your face went back into hiding.
Frankie looked at you on your belly in a jersey nightshirt, the back of your thighs on display.
"I'm patient," he murmured softly, boldly placing his hand on your thigh just above the back of your knee, awaiting permission. The shiver that went up you, came with a zing of endorphins. Frankie felt it too. The moment silence spun out and stretched and then from your pillow, he heard a muffled, "okay".
You're treading in dangerous waters, Morales. He thought to himself.
He had no idea you were thinking the same thing.
"Are you sure this is okay?"
You lifted your head to look at him, "I- yes. Frankie. Please, I need you," it had spilled out of your mouth in a way you hadn't intended.
'Frankie. Please, I need you' He closed his eyes and took a steadying breath.
In a panic, you blurted out-
"I have a cold eye mask, it's been chilling in the freezer, would you- would you get it first?"
Frankie nodded and got up, adjusted his jeans surreptitiously, and got the mask.
"How?- How do you want me um to- um…"
You sat up slowly, when he returned from the kitchen, you looked up at him, wide eyed.
Wondering, are we really going to do this? He placed the mask on your head and slid it down over your eyes. You sighed at the cool sensation. He swallowed as he sat beside you.
"Come get across my lap, belly down hermosa." Frankie patted his thigh, taking one hand to guide you.
You stretched out on your tummy over his lap, settling when your pelvis was across his thighs, your head to the side, unable to see anything. Frankie lifted your head and tucked a pillow under it. Then his hand went back to your thigh, just below the hem of your nightshirt.
Your breath caught, and you giggled a little in shy embarrassment at being so sensitive, at this whole thing… but his touch was electric, enhanced by being blindfolded. Every touch was both anticipated and unexpected. He was touching you with those broad, calloused palms- warm and dry, and exceedingly gentle.
And of course, it's Frankie.
Frankie who you dreamed about, but didn't dare fantasize about.
He huffed a bit of a laugh with you, then ran his hand over the swell of your backside, the hem of your nightshirt coming with his hand. You bit your lip as anticipation built and lifted your ass a tiny bit to meet his hand.
Frankie realized he was holding his breath. He let it out slowly as his hand dipped between your legs.
Your back arched, as you gave a little gasp, opening your legs a little more. He ran his fingers over your clothed entrance, finding the little bundle of nerves. Your fingers closed around the pillow gripping it as you tried to stifle a moan.
"Uh-uh, no hermosa. I need to hear those sounds. I won't know what works for you. Lemme hear it." Frankie presses his thumb to your clit through the fabric of your underwear. You gasped Frankie's name, you couldn't have hidden it if you wanted.
Frankie was trying to be the model of discipline. He was pretty sure he was doing okay, outwardly. But looking at your ass and luscious thighs, your back arching, and those perfect little sounds were driving him nuts. His jeans already felt tight and he hadn't even gotten your underpants off. When you had called out his name, he closed his eyes.
"Baby let's get these off," he said pulling the elastic band of your underwear. Hearing him call you baby sent another wave of arousal down to your core. You obediently lifted your hips so he could pull them down. He pulled them to your knees and you froze. Did he just groan, or moan… growl maybe? Whatever it was, it was cut short as you shifted your weight. Maybe you leaned on him in an uncomfortable way.
"Sorry," you muttered.
Frankie looked up at the ceiling for strength.
"You're good, hermosa. You are perfect."
With his newfound access, Frankie had the flesh of your folds between the lengths of his fingers, massaging along your lips, causing you to gasp. Then gently he rolled your clit between his first finger and thumb.
You cried out, no one had ever touched you like this… this good. Your hips bucked involuntarily, and you could feel Frankie's own hips shutter, and the hardness of him.
But Frankie was listening intensely to each breath and sound, paying close attention to your movements. He has wanted to touch you and pull wanton sounds from you for so long. He wanted to become an expert at you.
"How's that, hermosa?"
"Good, Franki-" you breathed.
He did it again, pulling another cry from you. You clenched on nothing and your toes curled as the coil within your lower belly gave a twist.
"Frankie, please…" you whimpered.
"Please, what baby? What do you need?"
"I need your fingers," you moaned.
Frankie was beside himself at how needy you sounded, how wet you were. For him.
This is to help with your migraine, medicinal purposes only, he told himself, groaning as he pressed one of his thick digits into you.
Your body's response was immediate, you tightened around his finger, like a vice and then your walls fluttered. Fuck you felt so warm and soft around his finger. Frankie vaguely wondered how good you would feel around his cock too… or how long he would be able to last inside you.
"Shit, Frankie," you panted.
“Shh, I’ve got you baby,” he cooed as he pumped his finger in and out of you slowly.
Encouraged by your moans, he worked a second finger into you.
“Oh fuck,” you moaned, “Frankie…”
“You alright?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” you breathed, “Keep going… Please…”
“Anything for you, baby.”
Frankie picked up his pace as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. This wasn’t to rush to a climax, but rather feel everything and make you feel better. He wasn’t in a hurry, and he just let you feel good as he enjoyed the wetness of your pussy around his fingers.
“So good,” you moaned, “So good, Frankie.”
His cock twitched in his pants at your words as he buried his fingers as deep as he could into you. When you let out a louder cry, he knew he hit exactly where he wanted to. Frankie smirked as he rubbed small circles on your clit with his thumb.
“You like that, baby?” Frankie whispered as he thrust his fingers in and out of you again.
You trembled in his lap, tightening your grip on the pillow, “Yes Frankie…”
He leaned down and kissed the side of your face as he picked up his pace, and he groaned when you clenched your inner muscles around him.
“Oh my g… Frankie… I’m…”
“That’s it baby, you can do it,” he whispered words of encouragement, “Let go. I’ve got you.”
With that, you came hard. You moaned loudly as your body shook as a rush of euphoria washed over you. Your entire body felt warm as you gushed into Frankie’s hand. The muscles of your inner walls clenched hard around his fingers and you cried out, Frankie could feel you relax across his lap.
For several moments, you just laid there, breathing heavily as he pulled his fingers out of you with a soft word of praise. Once your mind returned to you, you felt slightly embarrassed. But as you came down your headache was infinitely better. You pulled off your mask.
"It worked," you smiled up at him, chin on your elbows, out of breath.
"That's great. Great… I know you must be tired…but um, are you tapped out?" Frankie smiled.
You brought your head up further and looked at his dark eyes. You could feel the effect his helping you has had on him.
"Mmmm, not necessarily,” you smirked, as you pushed yourself off his lap.
Frankie cupped your cheek.
"Can I kiss you, hermosa?” he whispered.
Your hands went to his shoulders as you straddled his lap, meeting his eyes, "Yes please Frankie, I - I need you," you repeated without resevation, matching his hushed tone.
Frankie huffed with a crooked smile, taking hold of your hips, kneading the flesh.
"I need you too," Frankie started to rock his hips, "I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed.
“Frankie,” you moaned as your eyes rolled back. Your overly sensitive pussy against his cock sent shockwaves up your spine. When he chuckled against you, your eyes snapped open, “Let’s get these off.”
“Yes ma’am,” Frankie helped you unzip his jeans and he let out a low moan when his cock finally sprung free.
You couldn't help the moan you gave at the sight of him.
“Like what you see?” Frankie asked, suddenly feeling more confident.
“Very much,” you leaned in and kissed him hard as you lifted your hips and lined yourself up with his cock.
Frankie swallowed the moan you let out when you slowly sunk yourself down and the tip pushed past your entrance. He let out a low growl himself at the feeling of you around him finally.
“Shit baby,” Frankie hissed through gritted teeth, “You feel so fucking good.”
“Frankie…” was all you could mumble back as he slid into you like a key to a lock. Wet already from one climax, your pussy offered little resistance and Frankie entered you as if you were made for him- a perfect fit.
When you fully seated yourself in his lap and his cock was fully inside you, both you and Frankie let out heavy exhales.
Frankie squeezed your ass as you rocked your hips against his and just like that the two of you started your little dance. Your hips move together languidly.
“Fuck…” Frankie growled as he thrust into you harder, unable to hold himself back, “Shit I’m not gonna last baby.”
“Then cum inside me, Frankie,” you moaned as he hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again, “Let go, I’ve got you,” you echoed his words back to him.
“If I cum, then you’re cumming with me,” Frankie smirked as he toyed with your clit in time with his thrusts.
All it took was a few more pumps of his cock and you and Frankie came at the same time in perfect harmony. Sweat and heat engulfed both of you as you rode out your climaxes on each other until neither of you had anything more to give. Together, you collapsed into a panting pile on your couch, his cock still buried deep inside you.
You stayed there, on the couch, Frankie still inside you, his arm tight around you. Both of you trying not to let doubt creep in.
“How do you feel, carño?” Frankie ventured.
You looked up at him with a grin-
“I have never been so happy to have had a migraine.”
THANKS FOR READING 💚
If you would to read more of my writing check out my masterlist and if you would like to be tagged for future fic follow the link to my taglist form
554 notes
·
View notes
Text
Naughty kitten
Pairing: Mafia!Tattooed!Erwin x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Future AU, romance, being a couple, male masturbation, dom Erwin, use of underwear as a masturbation tool, Erwin has a drink, video call.
Concept: Erwin has gone away to another space station for business and couldn't bring you along. The first night away he calls you up and called you a naughty kitten. Curious, you question him and discover while you were trying to do the washing, you accidentally dropped a pair of your panties in his suitcase. Erwin talks to you then proceeds to masturbate with your panties in front of you due to your encouragement.
Tagging @ladycheesington cause we both simp for tattooed mafia/gangster Erwin hard. My silly little idea in discord is now a oneshot. Enjoy <3
You straightened the bed and smiled at your work. Normally a maid would do this because Erwin spoiled you rotten, but when he went away you gave the maid time off and did all the housework. You enjoyed the cleaning and Erwin always noticed you'd done it and thanked you, but spanked you a bit for it.
You gasped in delight when you heard a video call come through. You picked up the tablet and tapped for it to come through on the bedroom tv. You bounced up and down and squealed in delight when you saw Erwin appear on the screen.
Erwin was in a tight white smart shirt with his sleeves rolled exposing the tattoos on his arms. He was standing before the large window in his hotel bedroom, cars flying past as the deep red neon lights lit up your lover. His black trousers were tight and framed his thick thighs and plump bum.
He turned to face you, his usual tamed blonde hair was a little messy. He smiled a little at you sending a shiver through your spine. He sang. "Kiiiiiitten." He walked closer to the camera. "You've been naughty."
You gulped hard as he walked towards the camera. Your heart raced in your chest as you felt a prickling excitement inside you. You adored your man and you knew you were addicted to him and him to you.
Erwin placed his hands on the desk and leaned forwards as he looked right into the camera. He spoke with his deep voice. "Very naughty."
You rubbed your thighs together at his dominating tone. "Wh-what did I do? I'm s-sure I've been a very good girl." You nibbled your lip as you held back a moan. "I promise."
He smirked at you. "Really? Well, I have evidence that proves otherwise." He reached over to the edge of the table out of the frame and then pulled his arm towards him. "Then what are these?"
Your eyes widened as you saw what was hanging off his finger. The lacy underwear you had worn the day before he left had made it into his suitcase. You blushed as you remembered what you and Erwin had done with each other while you had been wearing those panties. Erwin had ravaged you so good your legs had been shaking after.
You fiddled with your top. "I think I know what happened. I was going to do the washing and I gathered up the clothes that got dirty from us having sex and um..." You blushed hard. "I think the panties dropped in your suitcase."
He purred at you. He turned his head to look at the panties. He slowly inspected them and smirked when a thought fluttered into his head. "I'm sure these were the last panties I fucking you in. You were so wet that you soaked them and me." He released a deep moan before turning his head to look at you with his blown pupils. "It was incredible, you were incredible, you always are. You've got me hard just thinking about how you moaned and purred for me like a good little kitten."
You hummed a bit as imagine flooded into your head. "You were amazing. I loved it so much."
Erwin sat down in his seat and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He pulled at his trousers, but the tent in them was obvious. He grunted a bit before locking eyes with you as you told him you loved him.
He played with his glass and released a long sigh. "Of course, you do kitten." He downed some of his drink. "I love you more than anyone could possibly love you. You. Are. Mine." He leaned forwards and called your name. "I'm so helplessly in love with you."
You smiled a bit and pressed your arms together to increase his view of your cleavage. "I'm all yours, Erwin. Forever yours."
Erwin moved his hand over his clothed erection. "The things you do to me."
You giggled at his words. "Am I turning you on?"
"Yes."
You eyed his crotch. "Can you show me?"
He put his glass down and unbuckled his belt. He slowly dragged his zip down and pushed his big hand into his boxers. His arm muscles flexed as he rubbed himself a little before pulling out his big hard cock. A vein wrapped around his thick cock, his tip plump and full of blood, he was twitching with need.
Erwin moved his hand up and down his dick and sighed. "Fuck, kitten." He released a deep moan. "I miss you so much."
You hummed a bit as you watched him. "I miss you too." You tilted your head a little. "Maybe you should show me how much you miss me."
Erwin smiled. "What do you have in mind?"
You shuffled a little in your seat. "Maybe use my panties. Wrap them around your cock and masturbate for me."
Erwin chuckled. "What a smart kitten you are."
You blushed at his compliment. "I'm not smart, but thank you."
He picked up your panties and inhaled deeply. "Mm, I wish I was eating your pretty pussy right now."
You smiled at Erwin. "I love you so much."
He wrapped your panties around his hard penis and began moving his hand up and down himself nice and slow. He slid down in his chair a little and panted. He parted his legs and hummed as he gazed at you. He smiled and pushed his other hand through his hair.
You nibbled your lip as you saw him tease the tip of his cock. He swiped his thumb over the tip as he softly moaned your name. He panted a little more as his eyes became hooded and his pupils enlarged. His soft lips parted as he panted.
Erwin grunted a little. "Fuck. Oh kitten, I love you."
"I love you too, Erwin." You picked up the tablet and ordered for the camera and tv to float closer to you. You lay back on the bed and hummed. "Imagine you're lying on top of me, Erwin."
Erwin slammed his hand on the desk and stood up. He bent over the desk and started humping his hand. He grunted and moaned. His fist clenched tightly on the table as he looked at you on the monitor with your hair around your head like a halo. He smiled as you moved up and down the bed a bit as if he was fucking you.
He moaned at you. "Fuck, you are so beautiful. I wish my cock was buried deep inside your pussy. I want to fill you up and then coat your walls with my cum."
You leaned your head back and moaned. "Fill me, Erwin. Please, I need it."
He moved his hand faster on his cock. "Shit." He moaned your name. "You feel so good." His blonde hair slipped from his tamed product hold and gathered in front of his eyes. "Ah, mm." He shivered as his cock twitched and his balls tightened. "Ngh, ah, ha, ha."
You purred at him. "Are you close?"
He nodded as he panted heavily, his chest heaving at the passion in his heart and the arousal running through him. "Tell me how much you need me."
You moaned in delight. "I need you, Erwin. I always need you."
He shivered in delight. "Yes, kitten. Good kitten." He panted and thrust against his hand. "Tell me how much you love me."
"More than anything in this universe."
He panted as he felt close to cumming. "I love you." He moaned your name as his cum soaked your panties. "A-ah!" He shivered in delight as he kept stroking his cock for every bit of cum inside him. "Mmm."
You nibbled your lip. "Was that good?"
Erwin unwrapped his cock and slumped back into his chair. He panted and smiled at you. "I love you so much." He panted as he felt a little dizzy. "When I get back, I'm going to eat your delectable pussy all night long."
#erwin fluff#commander erwin#shingeki no kyoujin erwin#aot erwin#erwin smith#aot x reader smut#levi x reader smut#fanfic smut#erwin smith x you#erwin smut#snk erwin#erwin x y/n#erwin x you#erwin x reader#erwin smith x y/n#erwin smith x reader#erwin smith smut#erwin snk#erwin attack on titan#erwin aot#jelly fanfics#erwin smith fic#erwin smith aot
163 notes
·
View notes
Text
Usually I aim to keep my autistic Thirteen headcanons about 85-90% based on things I've seen in canon and as close to realistic as possible. However right now I am in the trenches a little bit, so today's autistic Thirteen headcanon is brought to you by a combination of canon observation, guilty pleasure/wishful thinking, and yeah, a bit of projecting.
Autistic Thirteen & hypermobility
So. I think I established in another post that autism & hypermobility are highly correlated (current estimate is that up to 80% of autistic people experience some type of hypermobility, I believe?), so in the hypothetical of Thirteen being autistic, there's a pretty good chance she'd be hypermobile as well. Hypermobility has a whole range of different ways it affects the body, one of which is decreased internal stability (basically feeling like your body isn't supported enough when you're just standing on your own). As an autistic person with (extremely probable) hypermobility, I've dealt with this my whole life, and there are a whole host of creative ways to work around it and get the body some extra support. I actually see a decent amount of them from Thirteen in canon.
1. Leaning against a chair
This is THE biggest one for me, hands down, without a doubt. Like, literally that exact position. It makes my body feel stable more than any other position I've tried, it reduces soreness if my muscles are tight, and it's all around comfortable. So of course when I saw her doing that, I immediately thought "I wonder if that [autism & hypermobility] could be a reason why Thirteen would do that, too." Even if not for hypermobility reasons: has the vibes of general silly Neurodivergent Stance
2. Slouching and bracing arms against the table for support (while sitting down)
Pretty similar to the first one. Slouching + getting support from the table via arms or elbows gives some extra support to the shoulders, and means your body doesn't have to do all the work of keeping them properly pulled back and in position.
3. Slouching & hugging yourself for support
This one kinda just feels nice because it's like you're simultaneously relaxing (not working or straining to keep shoulders back) and propping yourself up a little extra (arm around the torso in place of a chair or table to lean on).
4. Sitting in chairs weird
Being so real here, I sit in almost this exact position all the time and always have. Knees up, feet on the chair, legs and my side pressed against the arm and back of the chair, nestled into the corner. Optimum placement and position to get the most support from the chair possible. Also just super comfy and 10/10.
Could it just be bad posture or tiredness from some other reason? Is it more than likely that? Yeah. Absolutely. (Ex: Huntington's can cause muscle pain and aches, but I'm not sure yet if that's in the early stages as well as the later stages, or only in the later stages). But, do I resonate with it as a hypermobile afab autistic person, and enjoy seeing a little bit of myself that's been called weird/unusual so casually on TV? Also yeah. And, is it hurting anyone? Nope, not at all.
I'm gonna go take an epsom salt bath and remind myself a bajillion more times that it's okay to write things I want to write, it's okay to write guilty pleasure things, it's okay to see yourself in characters and appreciate it. Sometimes when I write these autistic Thirteen posts I feel "too autistic". But then I step back and think: who am I actually writing this for? The answer is me. And if you guys enjoy it too, then it's a great bonus and I'm glad. As my roommate and I say: writing things for yourself and like three other people on discord/tumblr/etc. is the best and most fun way to write.
#autistic thirteen#headcanons#hypermobility#remy thirteen hadley#being a little more vulnerable than usual on this one but I think younger anya woild have absolutely died in the best way to read something#like this. about writing for yourself and writing whatever you want#my meta
21 notes
·
View notes
Note
How would Alastor react to reader who is a cat demon and gets comfortable to try to cuddle with him?
:3
hmmmmmmmmmmmm here are some headcanons! im sorry its pretty short (,: this leans more romantic, but could probably be read platonically/QPR i think
Alastor x Cat Demon!Reader
Alastor x Reader (headcanons/fluff)
TW: none
join my discord!
◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈ ══════════ ◈
Surprising to nobody, it would take Alastor quite a while to become comfortable with you even sitting any closer than a foot to him
He had immediately noticed your tendency to cuddle up and nap against anything soft when he first met you, so he took care to not make himself seem like a cozy spot
For some strange reason, though, you were extremely interested in him from the get-go
The first few tries you made at leaning against him he was quick to give you a dangerous look, a threat, or to simply move away so fast that you fell on your side in defeat
After a lot of careful interactions, mutual respect soon developed between Alastor and you
First, whether platonic or romantic, you soon found yourself able to sit with your body leaned up against him while you both focused on separate tasks
He would often be doing some sort of paperwork, writing a script, or reading, while you simply relaxed up against him with your own book
Or napping. You love to nap
Next came the actual cuddling
This point took actual ages to get to, and you couldn't rush it, lest you destroy the progress you had made so far
Though, when you finally did... despite being Hell, cuddling with this man felt like Heaven
Maybe it was the knowledge that nobody else could get this close to Alastor, and nobody ever had, even when he was alive
Or maybe you just liked him
Plus, despite his previous efforts, Alastor was surprisingly rather comfortable to cuddle with
He was much taller than you, and could easily wrap you up in his arms and legs
He prefers big spoon, if anybody was curious. Though it's probably obvious
With the combination of his comfort and the light rumbling from his chest as he usually hummed, it was no wonder you were so keen on cuddling with him
You were always quick to lull into a daze, purring away with your tail curled comfortably over one of his legs or arms
He would never admit it, though maybe it was clear with him letting you get so close, but he also really enjoyed these moments
Your soft fur that he stroked his fingers through, the light tickle of your tail occasionally flicking, and the soft ambience of your purrs...
He found you quite adorable
He grew to love you, as much as Alastor could love, and would always welcome your presence against him
As long as it was private, of course
I don't think anything could make Alastor show any sort of PDA beyond a pat on the back or ruffle of your hair
If he saw you making your way up the hotel stairs, he would try to wrap up whatever task he was doing to join you in bed
When you got comfortable against him, he would either hum a soft tune or read aloud to you, to which you would respond with comments on the narrative till you eventually fell asleep
Alastor wouldn't sleep, it was hard for him to come by, but he found your warmth comforting through the otherwise cold, long nights
If you were to be redeemed, he knew he would miss you for the eternity he was doomed to spend in Hell
He wasn't sure if he would let you be redeemed. He didn't want you to leave
You were probably stuck with him, honestly
You couldn't complain, though.
#ohdeerfully#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#fluff#alastor x you#alastor x reader fluff
327 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Human Voices Project
So I have a very very dear friend who has been blind since birth. They're actually pretty good at being blind-- they have a Masters in Eyeball Science, live independently, and make amazing art (by pressing their face so hard against the drawing surface to see it that they used to get sores on their cheeks!).
They have also gone through a lot of shit-- some of it, but not all, due to being a disabled trans person-- and though they have been trying their hardest to keep a smile on their face, they live in a place where they have few in-person friends, accessible social spaces are hard to get to (or don't exist, or cost too much), and sometimes they don't have the energy to go out at all.
They use a screen reader to hang out on tumblr and on discord etc, but one time, after a DnD session over voice chat, they told me that it was always so quiet in their apartment after the session was over, and that it was nice to hear real people talking.
That stuck with me.
Last week I started asking friends and family to record themselves talking-- about anything. My older brother and his wife told funny stories about crazy things they'd done. My friend who loves the circus arts described a particular act that they loved. Dad told a story of his own, and Seb and I recorded ourselves trading banter while he played Mario Kart. People read stories, read poems, described what they saw while on a jog through their neighborhood. A whole bunch of people, just talking, so that my blind friend could listen to a real human voice whenever they wanted-- not a polished podcast, not a sponsored youtube video, but a regular person.
I uploaded this first batch of audio files to a google drive folder and sent it over to my buddy. They loved it! They downloaded all the files to their phone so they could listen whenever they wanted. And I thought, there must be more people who want to tell stories about their lives, or talk about their favorite subject, or read poems that mean something to them.
If you have a way to record a digital audio file (most smartphones and tablets have a native recording app) and would like to participate in the Human Voices Project, you can send an audio file to thehumanvoicesproject (at) gmail [dot] com.
Guidelines:
mp3 is the *preferred* format because it'll play on most devices without having to have a special app. If you send me something other than an mp3 I can convert it, but I would appreciate it if you converted it on your own.
most subjects are okay; the only thing that's absolutely a no is talking about or describing guts, innards, or viscera. Try to *avoid* explicitly describing abuse (of anyone, including animals), and if you're reading a story or poem, let me know if it's in the public domain or not so I can make sure to put those in a different folder.
you can introduce yourself if you want but you don't have to.
the recordings I've gotten are usually between 3 and 5 minutes long, but I also recorded myself reading a short story at 20 mins, and a friend talked about not knowing how to swim for 90 seconds, so any length is fine.
Right now the google drive folder containing the audio files is private. I might make it a public thing someday, but as for right now it's still a thing for my friend, to fill up the silence and brighten their day. Thank you so much to the people who've already contributed, and thanks also to all those who'll contribute in the future!
42 notes
·
View notes
Text
fic writer meme!
thank you claire @microcomets and lore @megafaunatic for the tag!!!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
34 posted publicly, and a few more that are now on anon because i have disowned them
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
427,315
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mostly danmei (currently a lot of liu yao, cancipin, and yuwu), but i'm excited to start branching out to other books if they catch my attention :')
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
in defense of lightning
between two lungs
blooming days
the rivers start to sing
shake the heavy
all are wangxian because i was regrettably a one trick pony for several years LOL
5. Do you respond to comments?
i fell out of answering comments in like 2022 and i've just never gotten back to it! i'm usually not sure what to say except thank you and i also get very self conscious. but i always read every single comment i receive, usually 5+ times because they're such a big confidence boost
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i honestly don't think i've written anything super angsty! i don't like reading a lot of angst and so i cannot write it. but i guess losing all my senses every night has a vaguely angsty ending since it's a missing scene
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
most have happy endings!!! but i admit that the ending of i kneel into a dream still makes me do kicky feet a little bit
8. Do you get hate on fics?
a few times, but overwhelmingly the comments are so kind :')
9. Do you write smut?
yes! although it took me a while to get comfortable with it and also start to feel semi good at it
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?
nope, and i'm not a big fan of them personally so i probably will never do so!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
not that i am aware of.......... knock on wood etc
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
back to my door has a russian tl!! that is the only one that i know about but i would be thrilled if that list expanded
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
lots of casual discord brainstorming but never a formal fic!
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
i honestly don't know if i have an all-time favorite! what i crave in a pairing can change from month to month or even day to day. all of the ships i've written for have a special place in my heart and have provided me with comfort at some point. but for the past year i've been very into mingqian and lulin, and for the past month-ish i've been REALLY fixated on lulin (lulin save me... lulin.... save me lulin)
15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
i started a follow-up/sequel to the soft animal but the inspiration has totally left me and i'm not sure if that wip will ever get resurrected </3
16. What are your writing strengths?
i think i'm really good at imagery and purple prose. which is not everyone's thing but EYE love purple prose, so,
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
action scenes!!!! and frankly smut scenes, which always take me 5x longer to write than dialogue or more plotty scenes. i've said it before but wangxian was my first time writing smut, and as an ace person it's still not something that comes easily to me.
18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?
most of my experience with this is in danmei, but i have always loved seeing chinese or diaspora fans integrate that into their fics! one day i'm going to write my locked tomb/sixth house fic and put latin in there because you know those people are unironically using latin in daily speech. this is my calling
19. First fandom you wrote for?
honestly i think it was inuyasha. never saw the light of day of course
20. Favorite fic you have written?
i've been REALLY pleased with my writing over the past few months, but i'm quite fond of portrait of gravity... mingqian banter is always so fun to write and it was surprisingly personally cathartic to write from the pov of acespec cheng qian. also i can reread it without wanting to singe my eyeballs, which is the norm for me upon rereading my own work
i tag @yuebings @dcyiyou @tantai-jin @perilously @arithmonym @hamburgergod and anyone else who wants to do this!!
19 notes
·
View notes
Text
THE BATCROOKS AWARDS 2023
This year, I kept track of every piece of media I consumed for the whole year. I didn't keep track of individual Youtube videos (which I watched hundreds of, they're my main background noise), but I did track every Book, Video Game, TV Show/Web Series, and Movie. Here are my BEST OF 2023 (year of release may vary).
Best Movie: Spider-man: Across the Spider-verse
I only actually saw 3 new release movies this year: Spider-verse, Barbie, and The Boy and the Heron. So the competition wasn't very fierce, but I was glad to sneak Heron in there at the end just to make sure (I found it very pretty, but too nonsensical and weirdly paced.) Spider-verse was a little disappointing (toooo long) but it was definitely the funnest new movie I saw this year.
Best TV Show: Silo
I saw a couple actual TV shows this year, but for pure fun had watching and theorizing, Silo wins. Is it the actual best TV of the year? Almost definitely not. But these are my awards so it wins. You can't leave the silo!!!!
Best Web Series: Game Changer Season 5
I'm not sure if I can properly justify the category difference between Silo (on Apple+) and Game Changer; both are technically web series. But I watched Silo on a TV, and it just seems more like a TV show. So I have awarded Best Web Series to Game Changer, because I like it just a little more than Make Some Noise. I also watched a lot of Dimension 20 this year for the first time, but they're not 2023. I'm being wishy washy on the category requirements lol.
Best Video Game: Baldur's Gate 3
This game was so good at one point I was playing two saves simultaneously, just for fun. I don't think I can say anything that hasn't been said about it before lol. And it was MULTIPLAYER. Sourdeer and I played this game all the way through TWICE. We finished it the first time and then spent like 4 days trying to find something else to play before deciding we just wanted to play it again, evil-style.
Best Video Game I Didn't Directly Play: The Curse of the Golden Idol
A lot of (usually bad) video games I experience through "Cat Plays a Game" and its twin show "Sourdeer Plays a Game"; the hit show streaming exclusively on discord between my friends lol. Sour played this one, technically, although as an asymmetric multiplayer experience it's hard to beat. I want there to be five million games just like this one. I wish I could wipe my memory and do it again. We already devoured the DLC. There's a sequel coming out thank god.
Best Video Game I Played All By My Lonesome: Pentiment
I don't tend to play a lot of single-player video games due to lack of time mostly, but this year I managed to play Pentiment, an incredible game that really played well with the weird amount of knowledge I have about the time period and setting of the game from reading The Pillars of the Earth and its sequels. It was completely engrossing and I will probably play it again some day despite its pretty slow pace. I know I can't save everyone. But maybe I can try.
Youtuber of the Year: Jenny Nicholson
I rewatched a ton of her videos this year and joined her Patreon so that I could watch the huge backlog of "ramble" videos she has. There are TWO sequels to the Evermore video in there! Hours and hours of entertainment that makes me wish I could experience more weird theme parks.
Best Book(s): The Scholomance series by Naomi Novik
The last one came out in September 2022 but this is a "non-reread, new to me" category, not a new release category. Novik's Temeraire series is one of my favorites of all time, and Spinning Silver is also really good, but even still I was wary to start what initially seemed like just a snarkier, edgy magical boarding school series. But the mechanics of the world-building and the characters really won me over quick, and this has ended up being another of my favorite series.
This spreadsheet has the full 2023 list if anyone wants to see/judge me/discuss video games or books: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1X7u2F_9FSvvyys5v006eQg1hIvx0bT3QuLDgy_TJasw/edit?usp=sharing
21 notes
·
View notes
Note
📔
(Got one for Captain Swan?)
Indeed!
A while back, I thought it would be fun to write a soulmate au for Captain Swan, the kind where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrists. This was while I was still on my first watchthrough of the show as wasn't as biased towards or against certain other characters or ships.
One thing I've always loved about Captain Swan is that both of them have been in love before, both of them have had heartbreaks, and both of them still had love waiting for them out there, and I really enjoyed that about them. So, for this au (not saying this is true in canon. but for THIS au) Killian and Milah were soulmates, and so were Emma and Neal. Usually, after your soulmate dies, the words on your wrist go away, and your wrist is left blank (unless you use a soulmate spell like Regina and Robin Hood or something.)
Anyways, in this version of the story, less than a year before the Dark Curse is cast, Killian randomly finds himself with a new soulmark on his wrist. This is strange, but he's a little too obsessed with his quest for vengeance to even care, really.
Flash forward to late season 3, Neal dies, and instead of Emma's wrist having a blank space on it, it now has words on it, something along the lines of "help me." Apparently, if you're the product of True Love, True Love will always find you, and another soulmate is somewhere out there for Emma. Of course, when you're the Savior, the first words someone says to you being a cry for help doesn't really narrow anything down, so she doesn't think too much of it, even when Mary Margaret gets a little nosy in her motherly way and has some suspicions of her own.
I started this au with the Killian and Milah fic and actually finished that one, but got stuck partway through the Swanfire fic bc I grew an intense disinterest in the ship, so I never got the chance to write the CaptainSwan part that I was most excited for before my interests jumped ship back into the Star Wars fandom. I have, however, written out the climactic plot twist of the au in a discord message, so since I probably won't finish writing this au, I'll put that under a readmore for you guys!
(Also P.S.! I've rambled more about this au here!)
~🏴☠️♥🦢~
Killian spent all of two years struggling with the fact that he loves Emma, but knowing that, even though he feels empty and incomplete without her, he remembers the first thing she said to him, and that's... that's not what was written on his wrist. Despite his feelings and how hard he's been chasing her down, this girl isn't the one.
Then, after spending two years fawning after her and following her like a little lost puppy, he followed her right through a time portal, and in order to save her from disappearing from existence and to send them both back to the future, he has to get Snow White's life back on track, which requires a ship, which requires Emma to stall his past self while he ducks out of the tavern to return to his ship and...
He freezes at the door on his way out as her familiar voice, albeit in a more flirtatious tone than she usually took with him, rolled through the tavern, a sultry whisper of "What are you boys playing?"
Normally, these words would mean nothing, nothing to him, not in this timeline anyways— but these words, the ones that flowed as if they were nothing, were the same words that were engraved in his mind- and furthermore, engraved on his wrist. He rolled his eyes and smiled as his biggest torment washed away like the tide.
As he walked to the harbor where his ship was at port, he smiled at the words on his wrist for the first time since he saw them.
"What are you boys playing" he read his wrist again to be sure, reading along with her voice that rattled in his mind.
"I know what game I'm playing." He thought, hiding the words behind his sleeve again. "I'm in this one for the long game."
~🏴☠️♥🦢~
📔 send me any book emoji and I'll tell you about a fanfic idea that I daydream about but haven't written
#once upon a time#ouat#kazzy writes#kazzy answers asks#killian jones#emma swan#captain swan#once upon a time season 3#ouat soulmark au#otp: try something new darling
12 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
jayglydov3
Jay
i--ihavemoney
You have a guinea pig?where?
guvenaltun08
İsimsiz
peanutpizza97
Unbetitelt
