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madame-fear · 1 year

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thank you so much❤. So my idea is:

Y/N is a Wayne , meaning she is Bruce Wayne's little sister ( well not little but younger than him)She has always been fighting the Villains with her brother( umm, we could say she is a hero, having her own suit and nobody knows her real identity) . The most important thing is that her worst enemy that she fears is Scarecraw . In the past they two had a big fight causing Y/N to go to the hospital . Her back is full of bruises because of Scarecraw and the worst is that after their fight and after waking up to the hospital, she forgets many things of her life and one of them is forgetting Scarecraw. Bruce didn't dare to tell her about their fight or about him but he promised himself that he would take revenge. Well after years and Y/N is finally healed she starts her life again. She wanted again to fight with his brother and Bruce finally let her. Well one day Y/N meets dr Crane and finds him really brilliant. So there it goes... They start a secret relationship bc Y/N doesn't want Bruce to know thinking her young sister should not be in a relationship. Let's act like Bruce doesn't know who Jonathan really is and of course Y/N doesn't know about his identity as the Scarecraw. I also thought that maybe one day when Y/N was at his home she saw his mask and asked him about what was that. Then Jonathan just said that he made that mask and he called it Scarecraw. ( He of course didn't say that he was Scarecraw or anything) But things doesn't get well after Bruce told her that they had to be aware of a man named Scarecraw. At first Y/N thought that the names where just a coincidence but after they met she recognized the mask. Well Scarecraw didn't know that the girl with the suit was Y/N . So how will Scarecraw learn about Y/N's identity? One day that they were alone he noticed some bruises on her back that he had seen again in the past. Then both characters realized the had fallen for their worst enemies. ( *also wanna say that Scarecraw's fear gas doesn't work on Y/N because she already sees what she fears the most , Scarecraw himself. )

That's my idea of the story, I hope u like it and of course you don't have to write it if you are not interested or don't like it ❤❤

Hello my dear!! ❤ Yes ofc I absolutely loved the plot! So sorry this took half a year to answer 😅

I was originally going to respond to this ask by writing the first chapter of the fic, but I think I will first organise the title and chapters of the story, then I will tag you in the masterlist with all the chapters of the story, if that's alright with you <3

#to write for when requests are open #pending requests #—[.🧋] ; amira loves rambling #amira loves rambling #ask box open #send ask box messsages #ask box messages #jonathan crane x reader #dk jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #nolanverse #dark knight trilogy #ask me any question #ask me and i'll tell you #writing requests

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thatdeadaquarius · 8 months

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"all we really know about this one is it's some kind of insult" Alhaithem gestured to the stone in the case "The first words of the beginning line should translate to 'your parent', with the second one saying 'you take that'. We can only assume it to be of insulting nature, unless you say otherwise...?" He looks toward you, curiously.

"...buys you megablocks instead of legos" you mumble unconsciously, holding in laughter because he wasn't wrong.

"What?" He leaned in to hear you better.

"Nothing, you're right but it's not an insult that really makes sense here" You swiftly move along to the next showcase, after reading it things become clear that these are from about the 2010's. "Alhaithem we should probably move on, most of these are obscure references to... plays, and jokes. Like this one" you point at the case "is Fre shavaca do".

"Fre...shaca do?"

"It's um, a joke about someone mis-writing a sign"

10/10 i cant believe this has been sitting here like the gem it is ToT

im so glad im posting all these at the same time tho bc i love confusing/bullying Alhaitham, call me a Kaveh kinnie ig

ANYWAY SORRY FOR NOT SHARING UR GREAT WRITING WITH THE WORLD BEFORE NOW THIS IS HILARIOUS

this kinda reminds me of my most recent post abt, but 10x more frustrated Alhaitham LMAO

You, constantly: "nah u wouldnt get it bro, u had to be there"

Alhaitham: "But I AM here, I would "get it", ahem, honorable sibling Lord??"

btw here's my lowkey bullying Alhaitham post, hehe

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Safe Travels Anon,

💀♒

(not tagging beloveds bc i be harassing them this week with short posts rip)

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nell0-0 · 2 months

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Success! Inbox finally cleared!

There were a bit more asks but I just deleted some because of... reasons. Look, I love getting asks even if sometimes I can't find the motivation to answer soonish, and requesting stuff is totally fine!

But I would appreciate it if it were more like suggestions and less like demands. My interests shift and there's a ton of stuff I would like to draw. I don't like being told what to do tbh ksksks. If it ain't fun, then I ain't doing it. This is a hobby after all.

Having said that, thanks to everyone who stuck around for my submas stuff, I had a lot of fun in the fandom! I'm taking a break from PLA + submas for more TLOZ + LU stuff since that's my current hyperfixation tho. Maybe I'll be back in the future, maybe not, we'll see ^^

#talk tag #I love asks #I like requests but it's mostly limited to when I say requests are open #also I'm spiteful af. so if you're mean about it or way too insistent about getting a certain thing drawn. you ain't getting an answer #like asking for the exact same thing three times in a row after being left without an answer for a bit #draw/write it yourself you coward /hj #be the content creator you wanna see #i struggle with fatigue a lot so it's not like I don't wanna answer at once #even if y'all see me drawing/posting non stop sometimes. that's just the power of hyperfixation I guess #rambling in the tags

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cloudcountry · 7 months

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would any of you be interested in me opening requests for chenya and neige?

#auburn's rambles <3 #asking because theres next to no content for them #and im kind of on a “not nrc” kick #but ive noticed that im not getting as many requests as i used to when i opened them #and that might be *because* its underrated characters but also i also havent had them open in a while #so maybe people just dont realize theyre open?????#idk but my break is almost over so i wont have a lot of time to write once next week starts Sob.

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oph3liatlou · 6 months

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— YOU’RE NOT FINE

pairing(s) - drunk!joel miller x comforting!reader

word count - 1,420

warnings - light cursing, lots of angst, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, mentions of death / trauma, verbal argument, non direct mentions of suicide.

proofread? - yes

note from author - i hope this does justice

summary - joel is grieving on sarah’s birthday, years after her death. he drinks way too much and comfort ensues.

You and Tommy were both well aware of Joel’s seasonal depression and how severe it got - usually a few days before Sarah’s birthday.

While it never tended to be too concerning, you knew that something was especially off - your gut feeling didn’t help soothe your anxiety either.

A sneaking suspicion that Joel wasn’t in a good state of mind whatsoever, caused you to go to his house. You didn’t even bother knocking, that’s how worried you were.

You opened the door gently, knowing he probably hadn’t locked it - you were met by the strong smell of bourbon in the air.

He heard the door and spoke to you from the couch, a bottle in his hand. “The…hell d’ya…w-want?” He grumbled drunkenly.

You sighed. “Jesus Joel…” You started as you let the door close behind you.

“I haven’t seen you all day, I was worried you-“ But I didn’t finish my sentence - knowing what he had tried to do all those years ago.

I looked around the house now, waiting for him to speak. I noticed it’s mess. The empty bottles everywhere…

He looked at you before the next bout of words escaped him. “I’m fi…just fin-..” He couldn’t even speak properly.

He tried his best to maintain a level-headed tone and remain in control of the situation. It was a clear struggle given his current state.

His fingers wrapped around the bottle as he took a swig. “Leave…”

You had been friends for a few years now so, you had seen Joel in his anual depressed states a few times.

You shook your head responding to him. “No.” You stated. “I’m not going anywhere - not with you like this.”

Joel watched as you moved toward the couch, sitting at the opposite end. His expression showed clear disapproval. “I’m f-fine, alright?!”

Your presence likely triggered him in this state, but the alcohol exacerbated his feelings ten-fold. Despite his irritation, he knew you were coming from a place of concern - not that he would admit that.

He took another swig of bourbon, and tried to adjust his position on the couch.

You looked at him with sheer concern. “You’re not fine, Joel.” You tried to keep your voice calm, but you were getting more and more agitated with his words.

You knew what you were going to say next would cause an argument - but he needed to hear it.

“…would she really want you to be grieving her like this?”

Joel’s eyebrows narrowed at the unexpected reference to his daughter.

He lowered the bottle and gave you a look of dissatisfaction at such an inopportune time - he wanted nothing more than to be alone, and drown his sorrows.

“Don’t.” He warned you.

He trailed off, then took another sip - clearly not wanting to engage in this conversation anymore.

You shook your head again as you turned your body to face him.

“You know that I’m right - she wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

His gaze shifted away from you, as he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes.

“J-jus’, leave me be…go home…”

He was quick to dismiss your remarks and how his current state of his mind made him feel in regards to your intervention.

His hand found the bottle once more, bringing it with him as he scooted away from you.

“Joel, please…” You sighed with worry. He was just as stubborn as you, if not more so.

You stood abruptly and snagged the bottle from his hands and started pouring it down the kitchen sink. “If you won’t help yourself - I’ll just make it easier.” You left the empty bottle in the sink.

“I tried to comfort you, but clearly that’s not working.” You were frustrated and just wanted him to vent to you - anything but denying how he was feeling.

He watched as you took the bourbon, and emptied it in the sink. His blood boiled as he watched his only coping mechanism get chucked down the drain. “Oh, reall-?!”

He trailed off. “I can take care of myself!”

You turned on your heel and pointed a finger towards him.

“No you can’t!” You were pissed now, more so because he worried you.

“I get it Joel - you miss her immensely but, drinking until you shit-the-bed isn’t taking care of yourself!”

Joel winced at your harsh words feeling them strike a raw nerve - he couldn’t even deny that it was true. “I don’t need your help…”

He shifted his legs while on the couch, turning to face you with a tinge of annoyance mixed with regret. “I…w- don’t need anyone’s help on this!”

You sighed before crouched in front of him. “Please…” You mumbled, pausing to reach for his hand. “Let me help you…”

The contact with your fingers made him instinctively shudder. He didn’t want the comfort or the sympathy - to feel like a burden. Especially to you.

He tried to pull his hand away but decided against it. “I…I jus’ nee-…”

He paused, realizing his words of defiance. He could feel his emotions bubbling as he fought against them - tears welded in his eyes. “…I need…her back!”

You didn’t respond, you just pulled him into a hug.

Joel didn’t fight back against your hug, he simply folded into your embrace as he was reduced to tears.

“I jus’…I just want it to st-stop!” He sniffled, his voice breaking as he spoke.

He tried to keep his emotions reserved, but he couldn’t deny the cathartic effect of someone listening without judgement or comments.

You pulled away from he hug, but you still stayed close to him. “You don’t have to hide your feelings from me…it’s okay to feel things, Joel.”

Joel’s emotions continued to get the best of him, he tried his best to reign them in - but the floodgates had already been torn open. “I’m…I’m sick of…”

He took a brief moment to find his words, taking a breath to compose himself as he tried to maintain his dignity in front of you. “I can’t…keep feeling empty because of her loss…”

You understood what he felt. Loss was a big part of this world now - nothing ever lasted. “It’s always going to hurt but…it gets easier.” You continued. “Especially if you stop blaming yourself…it’s not your fault, what happened.”

Joel’s heart felt some amount of warmth at your words, as they gave him hope for the future - but they also caused him to feel somewhat conflicted, given that he was unable to accept the fact that there were people who cared.

He didn’t fight back as you spoke, as he simply looked down at the floor - listening intently to your advice. “I…I know you’re right…”

“Do you want to talk more about it…” You asked gently looking at him. You were there to listen, help and to care. “…or maybe you should just rest?” You suggested.

He took a few moments to contemplate your question, considering his options. But he was done talking. “I think…I…I jus’ wanna’ get some sleep.” He tone was tired and weak, it was clear he needed to sleep off his current state.

You stood to help him up, clearly he couldn’t walk in his drunken state.

Joel let your assistance guide him towards his bedroom. He felt weak in his legs, but he didn’t argue against your help. The weight of grief took a serious toll on him. As you both entered the room, Joel sat on the bed and immediately fell into it with a sigh.

You moved back into the doorway of the bedroom before you spoke. “Ok, goodnight then. I’ll um, I’ll come back to check on you in the morning. Ok?”

Joel’s head rested against the pillow, but his eyes remained open - he wasn’t able to fall asleep yet as his mind was still racing. “S-stay, if you want…” He offered with more clarity.

But, you shook your head. You knew all too well that staying, was a bad idea. “I’ll just come back in the morning.”

He was reluctant to dismiss your presence and offer, but he knew your actions made the most sense. “Fine, I’ll get…some sleep.” His eyes closed with a weak yawn, and his breathing grew heavy as he fell into a deep sleep.

You watched him for a moment before turning his light off and shutting his door - leaving his home with the strong smell of bourbon still lingering.

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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could you write some general hcs about mick dating a black!reader and some of the things that would come with that? ex: black culture, soul food, hair care, etc. :))

MICK DATING A BLACK GIRL | MS47

Warnings: mentions of food; quick mention of someone not listening to the reader, but other than that it's just tooth-rotting fluff.

A/n: Just a quick reminder that there are many shades, experiences, and backgrounds when it comes to black people and our culture, what I am writing now (and usually do in my other works) does not resume all of us, but rather brings a piece of it to the table. <3

I tried to be a bit general in some topics, but let me know if you missed something, if there's a specific scenario you wanted, or even just talk a bit more about the scenario!

He's obsessed with how many hairstyles you can do in a matter of weeks. Going from braids to afro to twists and then to Bantu knots and Mick just freaking loves all of them and makes sure to let you know that;

Will probably get you an infinity of headwraps because you love them and he loves to see you with them;

He knows you usually hate when people touch your hair, that's why he MELTS when you ask him to wash it and detangle it for you because your arms are hurting;

The most attentive learner ever, you can't change my mind! When you ask him to wash your hair and is ready to explain all the details he will know more than half of the process because he loves to watch you, the other half he doesn't know he's all in to learn;

He strikes me as the eager type, so he will be eager to learn everything, try everything, and do everything you tell him to: this goes from music and places to food;

THE FOOD!!!!! DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE FOOD!

Nothing is too spicy, everything tastes perfect and he will most likely ask for a second serve; You will find it funny how his face flushes, but he keeps going because "Omg, babe, what did you say this has again?";

I think Mick will most likely start inserting himself more into black topics, so he will read more books about cultural appropriation, systemic racism, and so on, all without bothering you. He's a big guy, he will do his own research, and once the topic is on the table and he shares something he read or noticed, it brings the biggest smile to your face;

Will immediately shut up and listen when you start to share an experience or something, and will make sure people do the same. Ain't nobody gonna try and make your voice smaller in front of him, they will be silent and they will listen.

WILL BUY A SET OF SATIN PILLOWCASES AND OTHER SMALL THINGS YOU NEED TO KEEP AT HIS HOUSE!!!!! Let's say it's the first time he's staying over, and he's attentively watching you do your night routine, then he notices the pillowcases are satin and softer. You explain it's because of your curls/braids, and then one day when you need to sleep at his house because it's late or something, his bed has two sets of pillows with satin cases, your shea butter, the lip balm you always use, and even a set of brush combs;

Will understand that he can try, but he won't ever grasp how it is to be in your skin and experience what you do, so it's just comforting to come home to him after a stressful day knowing that he won't judge or ask questions about your feelings. They are valid, and Mick won't ever make you feel otherwise;

He will make sure to remind you every day how good and beautiful life is. Mick will give you space to be soft and vulnerable and will give you lots of love because "you can't ever forget you're worthy of all the love and softness in the world".

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @mellowpizzapuppy @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @dalsuwaha @formulakay3 @mishaandthebrits @iloveyou3000morgan @crimeshowjunkie @chaoticevilbakugo @carojasmin2204 @wondergirl101ks @smiithys

#ms47 #anon #mick schumacher imagine #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #millies inbox #mick schumacher #black!reader #f1 x black!reader #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher x black!reader #op: headcanons #millie writes #I hope this serves as a remind to my black babes that we deserve love and softness always! <3 #and feel free to request part 2 when requests are open again I will love to make it!

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oh-saints · 1 year

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will you ever write ben chilwell again? another story or part 2 of 'steward'? he's so underappreciated in this platform 😭

this has been sitting in my ask box for too long and since i'm in the mood to write something while arsenal's losing badly and since he came back yesterday (!), here's (mini) part 2 of this!

tired

while every student celebrated the end of the exam week with a mandatory party, scarlett had to stay behind to review the essays submitted. ben had to come to the rescue to make sure his favourite teacher assistant didn’t collapse.

ben chilwell x ta!OC

word count: 1.2k

scarlett swore she loved her job, despite the dismal hourly wage she was getting as the professor’s assistant. she liked it because it provided her space to learn more than she’d had known on a constant basis, and it was always refreshing to see another perspective coming from the students.

the only thing she didn’t like was the fact she had to stay behind to review all of the essays submitted by the students by the end of the exam week. she had to clock in more hours than usual because if she didn’t, she wouldn’t get everything in time for the scores to be published. it drained her to no ends, she’d usually see no sun on particular times like these.

she detested this aspect of her job more because it’d mean she wouldn’t have the chance to go and see benji’s home games. with her working like a normal person and him serving matches on the weekend, she promised her best effort to try to catch her boyfriend in action whenever she could before he’d take her out somewhere for their date, depending on the time of his matches.

somehow, they made it work. and scarlett didn’t want her professional life got in the way to ruin things that were finally working out for her—aka the whole romantic relationship part of her life. call her selfish, for all she cared.

although benji had said he understood her inability to support him from the stands this time and would love her to finish her tasks instead so they could spend more time together during the university’s winter break, scarlett couldn’t help but be restless as she watched the game from the streaming platform. both due to the stress of her job and due to the guilt gnawing on her for not being able to watch the game in person. but if she could pick, she’d choose the earlier.

only when the referee blew the final whistle did scarlett relax a bit, enabling her to focus on the papers stacked on her table she needed to tackle soon if she wanted to come home to benji this evening.

the clock displayed on her lock screen miraculously showed it was only a quarter past eleven. so much earlier than what scarlett predicted herself to be done and over with the essays. the TA couldn’t recall the last time she did something in such an insane dash, as if she was avoiding a loose dog trying to have a bit of her arse flesh.

maybe letting out a mad cry while working on the papers furiously was a pretty effective help in confidence boost.

as if her reflex was programmed to order uber at such late hour, scarlett unconsciously pressed shortcut button. gosh, she couldn’t wait to be a sleeping beauty on top of her plush bed. but before she could place her uber order, though, a text from the devil himself grazed the top of her screen.

benji

finished?

one sentence, and scarlett shivered—and certainly not because of the typical london’s windy, wintery weather. did she date a sorcerer or something?

yesss thank god, sent.

and it didn't even take him a second to send his reply

benji

good because look up

scarlett could feel her heart jumped out of the ribcage as she looked up as instructed and found benji really wasn’t lying when he said he was here, now wrapped in the same black prada puffer as the one he wore when they first met, leaning against his car.

the streetlamp shed a warm light to illuminate the slightly pink nose, growing red due to the coldness of the winter, but enough to soften his strong, rough features. scarlett found this side of him more endearing than the sight she saw last week, when he had just come out of barber with fresh trim.

realising scarlett had seen him from afar, benji threw his hand up, the waving gesture slashed the little ice bits pulled by gravity.

scarlett had never known how delighted it was to see a familiar face welcoming you after a good, beaten day of work. she could feel excitement bubbling up in her, making her giggling uncontrollably as she picked up her pace to cross the empty road laid between the two of them.

“what of earth are you doing here?”

although the tone condemning—because she wanted him to rest after playing a full 90 minute—scarlett was grinning from ear to ear in pure glee as the footballer caught her in his arms. nothing beat the feeling of sharing an after-match emotions with the one you love the most because good or bad, they’d always have your back. “waiting for you, silly. what else?”

and scarlett wasn’t going to complain about the arms snaking on the back of her waist, shedding any last border between the two, because it felt right. this was why she came to the home games. “didn’t i say i’ll be long?”

“i know,” scarlett pulled away at benji’s response,eyes scanning him up and down in disbelief that he was here, in front of her, in flesh and blood. “glad i didn’t listen to you.”

“but why—”

“and let you catch a taxi or something? at this hour?” scarlett didn’t even notice benji’s other hand, the one which wasn’t waving to her earlier, held the signature paper cup from the little café down the street. at the sight, she could only gasp and doubt her eyes because fucking hell; she didn’t know she could use a cuppa now after long working hours on a wintery day. “not happening under my watch.”

“wha—”

“i don’t wish to wonder why you like them so much when it’s not even breakfast, but it’s your favourite english breakfast tea.”

as much as scarlett wanted to wipe off that little smirk benji was sporting, she couldn’t hide the fact that she was utterly touched by both the gesture and the thought behind it. even more at the fact that benji did indeed remember the uselessly thrown trivial of hers, one she did out of wanting to fill the silence between them once an eclipse ago.

it was supposed to be her cheering him not far from the sidelines, as she’d promised, but he was taking care of her instead. she, in all honesty, couldn’t believe how a(n un)fateful night in stamford bridge could lead her to this wonderful man, willing to accept her as she was and committed to making her happy, despite knowing her for a (extremely) short while only before taking her into a tango dance together.

“what’s the tears for, my love?”

only when benji’s thumb brushed clean the watermark did she realise she was letting tears escape her eyes. she was genuinely touched by this man and couldn’t put words to describe how much she loved him. fuck those people who say it’s too fast for them.

“i’m just so happy you’re here, benji,” scarlett tried to smile in between the tears that kept falling down, chuckling at how ridiculous she might look like right then but benji was there, every step of the way, cupping her face in his palm like he’d been bestowed a dragon egg; his way of telling his girlfriend he wouldn’t go anywhere. “i—thank you.”

with the way scarlett thanked him, exhaustion written all over her face and body, benji couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she relaxed under his touch. “no need, sweetheart. i'm just so proud of you.”

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 5 months

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@ohbo-ohno’s Hunger Games AU made me think of GHOAP during the Purge??? Just rampaging around town, being boyfriends, fucking on their dead’s neighbour’s bed, finding a vulnerable Reader, promising to keep her safe, putting her in a cage for the rest of her life??

#Bo when is your next follower milestone request list opening #I feel like you’re the only person I trust to write this

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ryker-writes · 2 months

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I feel like I should point out again that my requests are, in fact, closed at the moment. I can understand people coming up with more ideas and I love receiving feedback on my works, especially the broken sibling relationship ones, but I'm not taking requests at the moment. My ask box is always open to feedback or comments, and I love hearing reactions in it! But any requests sent in at the moment will be deleted.

I don't mean to upset or disappoint anyone, but it does say right on my pinned post that my requests are closed. All I ask is that people check if requests are open before sending something in. I recommend doing this for every fanfic writer on the platform.

Like I said, I encourage you to send feedback and tell me your thoughts on pieces I write, but that's different than suggesting I write a whole new piece. I'm sorry for upsetting everyone, this just seems to be happening a lot to my page

PS: To the anon that asked if they can be 💜 anon, I also have a list of my anons on my pinned post that you can look at, and 💜 anon is already taken

#i feel bad for writing this #but at the same time i feel like you all need a reminder #im not mad at anyone btw #requests just add more stress to me #especially when im trying to get through the ones i already have #and im almost done too!#just a few more requests and my ask box will be open again for requests #i feel like i have to say sorry again

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Lucerys x reader having a picnic !! ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ the two are already dating but it’s just a cute little picnic :)

AHHH OMG I LOVE THIS! So sweet, I will leave this request in mind (and tagged) so I can write it when they're open! Thank you Anon 🥺💕💕😭❤

#to write for when requests are open #lucerys velaryon x reader #—[.🧋] ; amira loves rambling #amira loves rambling

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dragon-tamer-1 · 10 months

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Y'know what? I'll do it.

Writing requests are open!!

I'll do Undertale and Fnaf(though I've never written anything for this, I'll give it a shot).

Rules:

- No NSFW

- I have the right to refuse if I'm not comfortable with the request

That's about it, I think. I'll be taking up to 6 slots before closing again. I would prefer if I got one per person so that others can have a chance, but you can ask for two if no one else does.

2/6 slots taken.

#dragon talks #writing requests open #I'll update the post as i get them #(or at least I'll update it when i get a chance)

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teruthecreator · 2 months

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beloved friends and mutuals i am opening up fic requests as a way to warm myself back up to writing. feel free to shoot ur ideas in the replies or in an ask :-)

#ignorance cloud on #this is only gonna be for mob psycho requests and also is only open to my mutuals #bc i dont want randos giving me ideas #anywahs i lnow its 4 AM but i decided im gonna write this weekend but rn im too rusty for tfs #but i have no ideas…so help!#can be as specific or non specific of an idea as u want tho i wojld prefer Some guidance #anywho im off to bed ill see if anyone saw this when i wake up

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cerise-on-top · 1 month

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saw you write for madness so i’m new! if its alright could i req sanford and deimos comforting their s/o after a breakdown?

if i req again i’ll probably be ⚡️ anon if it’s not taken. tysm + love ur writing!

Hey there! Yes you can! I hope I did the request justice! And no, I don't think that emoji is taken yet!

Sanford and Deimos Comforting Their S/O After a Breakdown

Sanford: The moment he sees you crying he’s rushing over to you to aid you in any way he can, crouching down to seem less intimidating and putting a hand on your shoulder to show you he’s there for you. He’s going to ask you a rushed and concerned “What’s wrong?” before intently listening to anything you have to say. Sanford will likely pull you into a tight hug. It won’t be crushing, he’ll actively try to be more gentle than that, but it will be tight enough for some air to leave your lungs. If you’re about to fall apart then he’ll hold you together. Although he knows that the worst of the worst might be over already, he’ll still hold you tight and be quiet for a moment, hoping that that will help you at least a little bit. Sanford isn’t one for distractions if he knows he can help you, so he’ll ask you what’s wrong and how he may be able to help you in that moment. If he’s unable to help you in any way shape or form he might feel as though he’s failed you if it’s particularly bad, but if you just need some cheering up then he’ll try. He’s very big on cuddling, so he’d love to hold you and cheer you up like that, if you allow it. However, if you’re not big on physical touch or just don’t want to be touched too much in that moment, then, once it’s not as obvious anymore that you broke down, he’ll go on a walk with you. The scenery may not be particularly nice, but it’s better than sitting around and doing nothing. He can be rather chatty, plus he’s a trustworthy guy, so you can tell him about anything you need to get off your chest. He’ll listen, he’ll give you advice, he’ll seek out revenge for you, anything you need. Will even cook a homemade meal for you if it cheers you up, and he’s a pretty good cook.

Deimos: He, too, will rush to your side and ask you what happened, if you need anything and if he can help you. Deimos’ approach to helping you consists of cheering you up by distracting you. He knows a few good jokes he can crack that might get you to smile, but he’s not opposed to listening to you either if you need it. Doesn’t have too much good advice to give that isn’t needlessly violent or chaotic, so you’re better off going to Sanford for that one. However, he’ll do what he can to get you to smile again. Hell, if you want, he’ll pay for some fast food as well. Fast food is always good and appropriate in his eyes, so why wouldn’t it be for you? Some good food always cheers him up when he’s upset, might work for you as well. He’s not the best with words in more dire situations, but he tries, although he really won’t know what to say. Yes, he prefers listening in those situations, even if he can be a real chatterbox otherwise. If his jokes don’t get you to smile, then his brain short circuits and he goes quiet. He actually goes more serious then as well. You can then proceed to talk to him about all that serious stuff and he’ll respond honestly. Might even open up about some of his own struggles to show you you’re not alone, that he can relate to you, if your struggles are similar. He’s really not trying to diminish your struggles, just wants to show you he cares. You will likely end up with an impromptu therapy session together where you both talk about your issues, but you will likely grow closer as a result. If he knows you’re okay with it, then he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to him so that your head rests on his shoulder. You should really rest up for the day, he’ll make sure that tomorrow is a brighter, nicer place for you.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #sanford #sanford x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #this will be the last request for the day. it's half past 7pm and I'm tired #thank you for the request though. comfort stuff is always nice to write I'm a real sucker for that sort of stuff #I should also make a list of emoji anons I have that might be a good idea #I think there's three or four of you by now. not many but probably something I should keep an eye on if I can #I am so tempted to just post all the requests I've written so I can get them out and be done with #but I won't because that way I'll be able to post something even on the days where I'm taking a break #might take a break again sometime soon if I need it. but my requests will be left open that time #I'm sure it'll be alright though. I don't think too many people will request something #but I don't particularly wanna leave this blog unattended for two weeks or more either #I'll burn that bridge when I get to it #for now I'm just gonna relax for the evening and watch funny streamer people doing funny stuff on vod #thank you for the request! have a lovely day!

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oph3liatlou · 4 months

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Could you write an angsty Joel Miller x wife!reader were they have an argument and it's all abgsty and Joel yells at her and says mean things that make the reader cry and lock herself away. His words just break her completely emotionally like she'll become just a shell of herself for the next days or week and does nothing only stares out the window quietly and in thought and doesn't speak a single thing to Joel.

Make him see all this change in behavior of the reader and suffer and cry for making reader so sad.

Sorry English is not my first language but please make a happy ending 🙏🏽

— O’ CHILDREN

pairing(s); angry!joel miller x hurt/wife!female reader

wordcount; 1.2k words

warnings; angst, arguing/yelling, emotional breakdown!reader, mention of kids, swearing, happy ending.

proofread?; yess

note from author; first fix of the year, has to be MY HUSBAND!!!! & the accent makes me weak in my knees EVERYTIME!!!!

summary; you want to add to your future with joel but, he’s afraid to take that step. The possibility of losing someone else hurts too much.

You and Joel had been sitting on the couch, snuggling and watching a movie - something of which you couldn't remember the name. The past few weeks were rather difficult, you two had been talking about having children. Joel was 100% against the idea, and it was frustrating you that there was no communication. You stood from the couch to get a glass of water - hoping that would distract your thoughts.

Joel sat up immediately, causing the remote to fall off the couch. He groaned when he picked it back up to set it on the couches armrest. “Ar’ you alright darlin’?” He asked, with genuine concern. You took a sip of your water to calm yourself down. Your thoughts had been racing with the topic of children, you knew you wanted them - even in the apocalypse. But you also knew where Joel stood with that idea. You didn't want to start an argument but - you didn't want to lie to him either, when answering his question. “Not really.”

Joel sighed gently and got up to walk into the kitchen. He furrowed his brow and placed his hands on your shoulders gently. “What’s wrong?” He asked. You look up at him, shaking your head. “It’s going to start an argument.” You firmly stated.

Joel sighed softly, knowing the answer before you even said it. “It’s the kids thin’ again, isn't it?” You scoffed looking at him. His reaction wasn't handled well. “You say that like it's a bad thing.” Joel rolled his eyes. “It’ really that hard for you t’ understan’? We're not in a good enoug’ situation to have ‘em.”

You laughed, in more of a sarcastic way than intended. “We're never going to be in a good situation. Is that too hard for you to understand?” You mocked him, out of anger. Joel scowled at you, as you could feel his anger rising. You were pushing his buttons. “Don’t you dare get smart with me. Ya know damn’ well I'm right.”

You shake you're head at him again. “Well, I'm so sorry that I wanted to have a conversation about our future.” You moved past him towards the couch again. “Our future don’t involve kids.” He spat out. He had given no wiggle room, no room for you to even argue your point. “What ar’ we gonna’ do? Have a baby, fight infected an’ then take it t’ daycare?” He mocked you. “Gimme’ a break.”

You clenched your jaw as you got back off the couch, as quickly as you had sat on it mere seconds before. You turned on your heel, with tears fighting to fall. You weren't even mad about not having a baby - you were mad that he wouldn't even try to talk to you calmly about the situation . “I’m going to bed.”

“Fine.” He said, not even turning to face you. “You wanna keep bitchin’ and moanin’ - pushin’ everythin’ to the edge like you always do. Fine. Go sleep it off.” He was fed up with the conversation and he made it bluntly obvious. You glared at him on the stairs, tears now spilling. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You muttered and walked up the stairs, shutting the bedroom door. Joel flopped onto the couch with a loud sigh, his face buried in his hands. He felt like a real ass for making you upset, but he didn't want to make the concession of saying so. He kept himself occupied with his thoughts, the guilt eating at his gut.

You slammed the door as tears fell from your eyes, you threw one of the pillows from your shared bed at the wall. Joel rubbed his temples as he heard you slam the door slam shut. He knew he should go talk to you, make things right…but maybe he should just let it blow over? The seemed like the better option.

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You had been locked away in your bedroom for the night, and even part of the next morning - the only time you went downstairs, was to get food. Joel was up early, and the coffee he brewed was filling the house with the a pungent scent. He waited patiently for you to walk in the kitchen, if you would even come downstairs.

You hadn't slept that night, not after the arguing. You made your way downstairs, having smelt the coffee from the comfort of your warm bed. Your eyes were bloodshot and tear stained when you shuffled into the kitchen to grab your mug. You didn't say a word.

Joel looked at you, his hazel eyes trying to find yours. His expression was stoic, giving you no hint of his thoughts. But you could tell that he was feeling guilty. “Didn’t sleep well?” he asked, taking a sip of his own coffee. You poured your own coffee in silence.

Joel noticed you didn't respond, not that he expected less. “I was kinda a dick last night, wasn't I?” You still didn't respond as you turned to lean your waist on the counter. “I should've acted mor’ maturely. I was jus’ frustrated, is all.” Joel said, hoping that you would say something…anything.

You looked at him over your mug. “I'm not even upset with the fact that you don't want kids,” you started. “I'm upset that you don't communicate calmly with me.”

Joel sighed, not wanting to admit his fault. “Maybe I have a temper I should work on.” He paused. “It’s jus’ that ya won't let it go.”

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking. “I'm sorry for pushing it.” You added. “I just want to experience a normal life with you - something we don't have often.” You put your mug down behind you and stepped forward. “I love you, you know?”

Joel couldn't help but smile at that. You loved him, and he loved you. “I know ya do, I love ya too.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you against him. You sighed into his chest. Your eyes were still red and puffy from a night of crying, but being in Joel’s arms again made you feel calmer. “No kids then?” You tried to joke lightly.

Joel laughed softly, rubbing your back. “No kids.” He kissed your forehead, then spoke again. “Besides - what makes ya think we'd be good parents? Can hardly cook a decent dinner.” This comment made you chuckle, and you needed one after the night you had. “You’re the one eating all the ravioli cans.” You teased before yawning, the lack of sleep catching up to you.

He laughed, looking at you softly. “Ya should get some sleep, ya look like hell.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. “And here I thought you'd tell me how beautiful I am - at least after an argument.” You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Let’s both go to sleep, the couch must've been uncomfortable.”

Joel chuckled again, taking your comment as the teasing it was. “Sorry, but ya look like a mess.” He teased, caressing your face lovingly. He took hold of your hand and led you up the stairs to your shared room - falling right on the bed next to you.

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raineandsky · 1 year

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#3

Patrol has been boring this evening – fighting a few villains here and there, making sure their usual traps are deactivated across the city. Everything has been awfully quiet and easy, and the end of their shift is looming blissfully close. Even their usual nemesis is strangely absent. Just one more round about the block and they can go home.

They take their usual turn down the alley below the neon sign for the cinema. The street lamps are dim in this part of the city, some of the bulbs blown and left to fester in darkness and leaving only a few lamps and depressing shop signs to light the path. It’s even harder to see down the alley, and it takes a moment for the hero’s eyes to adjust to the gloom.

It’s only once they can see better that they notice the path isn’t completely empty. Someone has clearly been down here since their last round and dumped a bag of trash against one of the walls. They huff in exasperation as they approach, giving it a light tap with their foot to determine what they’re about to pick up. It’s only when the bag lets out a very human sounding whine that they realise they just kicked someone.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” the hero says gently, crouching down in front of the person as they turn their head away with a sigh. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

“I’m fine,” a familiar voice says, annoyance sharpening their tone, and they frown worriedly as they squint slightly against the gloom. “Piss off.”

“[Villain]?” they say in surprise, and the villain quickly shushes them. They lower their voice the next time they talk. “What’re you doing sitting here?”

“It’s none of your business,” they snap, though they let out a harsh hiss at the sudden movement. Their hands shift, adjusting something against themself, and the hero’s gaze is pulled down to follow the movement. Even in the darkness they can see the deep staining on their clothes, the wide puddle forming in a cruel halo around them. The villain takes a deep breath, forcing themself into fake normality before plastering on a grin, it’s usual cruelty lost in the daze of blood loss.

“Jesus Christ, [Villain], what the hell–”

“New guy,” they cut across, gesturing at nothing. “The one with the stupid face.”

The hero is already going about tearing a piece of fabric off of their jacket. The villain was meant to be their villain. Why are other heroes getting involved? “You describe all heroes as having stupid faces, including me. You need to be a little more precise than that.”

“You do have a stupid face.” The villain huffs a laugh and their expression contorts as the movement pains them more. The hero tries to move their hands away, but they just get a disgruntled groan in response. “The hell are you doing? I’m trying to not bleed out, asshole.”

“I’m trying to help but like everything you have to make it hard,” they tell them casually, and their focus on finally getting their arms out of the way means they miss the slightly confused frown adorning the villain’s face.

“I thought this would be good for you,” they comment quietly. “One less vigilante on the streets.”

The hero groans like it’s obvious, gently taking the villain’s face between their hands. Their eyes are unfocused, looking in their direction but not exactly seeing them. “There’s a reason I’m always the one who fights you.”

“Wha…” is all the villain says in response, and the hero carefully wraps the bloodiest area in their makeshift bandage. It’s not exactly the healthiest option, but there aren’t many others when time is this short.

They tuck their arms under the villain as gently as they can muster, hoisting them into a bridal carry. There’s a hospital not too far from here. They can get there in good time. The villain’s head leans comfortably against their shoulder with a sigh, staring into nothing.

“This’s gonna be… so emba’ssing later…” they mumble, and the hero snorts amusedly despite the ball of anxiety growing in their stomach.

“You can worry about the embarrassment later.” They turn onto the main street, back into the slightly more lit roads. “For now let’s make sure you don’t die.”

The villain hums like they aren’t listening. “‘K…” They close their eyes, their conscience slinking away alarmingly fast. “Sanks…”

“It’s my job to look out for people,” the hero reminds them, but their words are met with nauseating silence. The hospital isn’t far, but time is of the essence. They’re going to make sure the villain makes it if it kills them.

#creative writing #writing community #writing snippet #writblr #writers on tumblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #why edit when you can post for immediate serotonin #also i know there not many people here but requests are open!! if you wanna see me go ham on an idea send it my way!!#tw blood

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godsfavoritescientist · 6 months

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Can I please request 'disconnection' as a prompt word, for Bill?

The surgery to fix a triangle that is one degree off from being perfectly equilateral involves making an incision exactly at the patient's corner, adding or removing a sliver of flesh, and then stitching it back together. It's a brief disconnection of tissue in exchange for a lifetime of wholeness. For these lucky almost-normal irregulars, integration into polite society is possible.

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The chronic pain afterwards is manageable with a cane, even if it broadcasts the fact that Bill wasn't born with these angles. And he's certainly a good representation of polite society when he burns everything down to the ground.

#gods drabbles #100 word requests #<-which are still open #went literal with it this time #had to cut out a part trying to make some kind of comparison between bills forced surgery and ford not having the option to get surgery #one word prompt reminds me of writing stories based on vocabulary words in elementary school. had a lot of fun with those #feels more like solving a lil puzzle than Weaving a Narrative when its this short. which is also fun

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