hello! i didnt realize i didnt make one of these before, woops! you all can call me ace or arsin, tbh really whatever you want lol
i just turned 19 today, april 7th, so yippee! he/him and it/its pronouns!
im a writer, and requests are open! so feel free to pop some ideas into my inbox!
i write for:
cod's task force 141 (masterlist here)
transformers prime (masterlist here)
dead by daylight (masterlist here)
my hero academia (masterlist here)
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one thing, im not gonna write female!reader, not something im comfortable with. afab reader? sure! female, she/her, etc, specifically? no, just not for me, sorry! besides that, everything else is on the table!
for fem!reader things, pls go peak at @sleepybunniez! she writes lovely fem things and is much better at writing than i so...
simon knows the way you eat is... odd. but he doesn't exactly mind. as long as you get something in your system, its better than starving, he'd know after all.
does that mean he's pleased with it? no, not by a long shot. but he knows that pushing too far with it might cause more harm than good. and he doesn't want you to think he's gonna force you to eat stuff you don't want to.
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he once tried buying something he knew you'd eat, it was identical to your current favorite snack he saw you eat like it was a meal. this version had slightly better macros, and was on sale, which he knew would go over better as an excuse to get it than the higher protien and fiber count.
"got more of those snacks ya love so much." he smiles under the black half-mask he wore to the store, your own after he said that way too contagious. but when he takes the box out of the bag, he watches you shut down in real time. "was on sale, and they didn' have the kind ya normally get."
"oh... thats okay," it wasn't, "thank you, si," you say when he hands the box to you. you frown at the box, the wrong box, just for a moment, then you school your expression into a practiced smile. "i'll try them," you promise, but it sounds to him like he just asked you to try torture.
"you don't have t-"
"i dont have any of the other kind so..." you press your lips into a line, but he sees the way your jaw shakes. he knows what's wrong, and that nothing would fix it except the kind you normally get.
you smile at him again, but his instincts scream that its wrong when you do. fake. "i'm not really hungry right now, but i will try them when i am," you say, crossing your arms over your chest.
you spin on your heels, headed back to the sofa to watch whatever youtube video you'd paused. he doesn't miss the way your stomach growls on your way out, or the way your shoulders seem a little too tight as you cover yourself with your throw blanket.
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arthur especially wouldnt play about your gender. he might not understand it or even be able to tell you what a pronoun is, but he knows you being called the wrong name or the wrong pronoun(s) hurts.
so if anyone does that shit, he will beat them, he doesnt care what their excuse is. and if they KNEW? OH BOY does he let loose
So, got woken up this morning by my moms now ex who showed up 2 hours after he left for work banging on her bedroom door telling her to wake up. Turns out he decided he’s leaving today despite my mom still trying to figure out my disability stuff and everything.
Unfortunately, this means unless our original gofundme gets fully funded we’re completely fucked and will end up homeless because we’re both disabled and can’t afford our home on our own (and moving isn’t currently an option). Please share and help if you can
In case you’re wondering how much of an ass this guy could possibly be, he took everything but his own sons ashes. Left the urn and everything. Unfortunately, he told us not to contact him or have anyone try to contact him for us so I guess he must’ve not wanted them 🤷♀️
springtrap has a tail and when you pet between his ears or press his nose it starts whirring around and he tries so hard to hide it but he cant. ……:::he starts huffing and puffing about malfunctions even though its clearly moving like that because he’s all soft on you. never change mr. afton </3 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ imagine a lazy evening with william afton.. 𑣲₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ₎
a (hopefully..!) comforting very short drabble.. around 0.7k words.. sry!
warnings(..?): william is likely ooc and super soft ofc eeheeh.. sorry,, this is super self indulgent.. reader is implied to have dyed hair & is fem leaning. i made this without a certain version in mind so u can definitely see this as movie or game william.. cus im greedy.. william calls reader bunny & bunbun..
it’s slow. comforting.
there’s no rush, and there’s no reason to worry. that’s what will thinks, anyway.
he touches your shoulder gently as you take a knife he’s set to cut into the lasagna he’d ever so lovingly prepared, then holding his own hand out to you. you relinquished your grasp of the knife to him. your soft hands brushing his more weathered palm.
he cut into the dish for you, pressing a small kiss to your forehead after sending you off to the living room with your portion. he catered to your every need on a night like this.
whether it be a bad shift at work, or just someone disturbing your daily routine in general, you would always have will’s shoulder to cry on. he was someone you could trust, someone you could lean on. he could pamper to your every want and request, and he would do it all with a smile on his face, just to see you happy.
when he ate next to you in the comfort of your warm living room, it was quiet besides the hum of the tv playing a random popular drama show that had swept the nation seemingly over night. you two didn’t particularly watch it, but it was nice background noise.
he pauses for a moment to take in how comfortable you are with him. with him, you’re safe, he can keep an eye on you. he never said it out loud, but you could tell he worried about you.
later, he’d run you a shower, once he’d let you step into the bathroom and left you alone, you allowed yourself to disrobe. you inhaled the fresh scent of vanilla and lavender twirling around the room. the condensation began to show on the mirror, and you slipped inside the shower.
the water dribbled down your skin and covered you in warmth, like a blanket. you allowed your shampoo to seep into your hair, once you’d brought your hands down from scrubbing, you chuckled at how the soap changed colors slightly. you know you shouldn’t be showering with hot water now, but you needed the relaxation.
once you’d slipped out from the shower, you’d found a heated towel laid out on top of the toilet seat. cooler air brushed against your soft, moisturized skin. lavender filled your nostrils again, a small smile tugged at your lips again.
you picked up your towel, a light cream color with a soft material, the top and bottom had a light purple embroidered detail dotting them. once you got a closer look at the bottom, you saw another embroidered bunny. william always had a soft spot for bunnies, it made you wonder a few things.
you slid on your pajamas, a simple tank top and panties.
you then wandered into the decorated bedroom, a small chill blowing through the room from the air conditioner. william was tucked under the maroon comforter, laid back on the dark purple pillows. his reading glasses were perched on his pointed nose, a dark red robe was wrapped around him.
the candles on each of your bedsides were lit, the cream wax dripping onto the candlestick. william had closed the curtains, turned on the warm lamp on his side of the bed, and set the alarm for early the next morning.
he licked his thumb, turning to the next page of his novel before his eyes drifted towards you. you noticed that his eyes seemed to ease up once he saw you, a squint finally releasing and allowing his face muscles to relax. “bunny.” he cooed. “come on, dear.” he said, shifting his book to his left hand. he pat his free hand on the bed next to him before pulling back the covers and sheets.
you crawled into bed next to him, laying down and wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling your head into his side. he reached down with his free hand to twirl your hair gently, he raised his left hand to continue reading.
“bun bun, you are my treasure,” he chuckled, leaning down to look at your face before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, not seeming to mind the wet hair. “you know that?” he teased, patting the side of your face, then going back to pat your head again.
you scoff slightly, then giving him a deep sigh before focusing on the way his fingers brushed through your wet strands of hair. his fingertips scratch your scalp perfectly, making you hum and relax into him further.
william just chuckles, he has you right where he wants you. and you like it that way.
im rlly high & tired but i didnt wanna just leave u guys with no content 4 much longer.. sorry..!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!! im so so sorry for the lack of writing but ummm idk my life lowkey sucks 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤤🤤🤤 even if this is super self indulgent i hope you guys like it ohhhh my domestic william afton slop. fuckkkkk
happy birthday twin @sleepybunniez :3 my first gift: dbd! ghostface x reader birthday blurb thing ♡ it's also late now, sorry!!
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time is weird in Her realm, danny knew that, just another plaything in Her strings. but one thing he always remembers in this odd version of reality? your birthday
realistically, She always allows him to remember, maybe even reminds him; he knows She likes him, a lot, he knows that too, but it seems She knows about his enjoyment for you too... so some of Her favor toward him spills to you as well.
most people here in this messy realm of Hers dont do much for their birthday, for whatever reason they desire, and you were always part of that group. that is until danny came along and you struck his interest. now, its seemingly forced on you by Her, She feeds off emotions after all.
though, after the first year it happened, you decided to make the most of it and enjoy what you do get, since most of your friends get nothing.
so when you feel the familiar whispers at the back of your mind, the signature of a trial needing you, and the only warning you get. though when you realize where it is, you smile softly.
a private place She built for you two...
the edges of this realm have trees, winding for seeming miles beyond the thick fog from Her gently holding this place together for you two, Her favorite couple.
a white gazebo topped with gentle fairy lights around the top. a heavy amount of food catered towards your preferences, including your favorite cake with a single lit candle atop. the moon, full in the sky just above the tree-line, works with the fairy lights to make an oddly off-putting yet simultaneously comforting vibe.
your steps crunch fuax fallen leaves, twigs snapping as you take it all in. She's made it beautiful... She always does...
"thank you," you whisper as your fingers grace the white painted wood banister. those same whispers of Hers touch your mind again for just a moment, Her only acknowledgement.
you take your seat, knowing your company will make himself known soon.
and just like you thought, danny doesnt make you wait long. a few minutes after you sit down, simply admiring the delicious looking, still-hot and ready food, a gloved hand reaches over your shoulder.
"happy birthday, sweetheart," he whispered against your ear, plastic mask making you shiver. the knife, your favorite of his for various reasons, some you cant even name, slices into your cake. you quickly blow out the candle, watching it fade to smoke as if it weren't there to begin with.
"thank you, danny," you return, a grin spanning your face. his free hand hands you a plate, no doubt one She gave him alone, and soon you're facing him.
he simply stares at you, admiring your beauty while you eat your favorite cake.
"youre staring again." your fork rattles as it hits the plate, then again once you set it on the picnic table.
"cant help it... youre so perfect..." he tilts his head, the light from the moon and fairy lights shining off his mask. your eyebrows raise a tad, and a small smile quirks your lips.
"well, thank you, danny, thats... sweet." youre almost shocked, such a violent killer is sweetest lover youve ever had. quite ironic, if you thought about it.
"don't kid yourself, sweets, this is just an act," he reminds, though he reaches out to fix a strand of hair thats fallen out of place. his glove barely graces your skin, as if youre made of glass and might shatter if he touches you too aggressively.
"sure... keep telling yourself that," you tease, rolling your eyes. your hand catches his before he pulls it back, holding it gently to check for permission. he allows it, holding you hand as if you're going to dissappear forever if he let's go.
neither of you say anything again, just enjoying the quiet safety of your private space, the best gift She could ever give you two.
i swear i havent forgotten about this account, im just busy as hell rn... i have a few requests cooking up rn and they've been cooking for a while BUT I PROMISE THEY WILL BE POSTED!
Thinking about ghost who would literally eat anything and picky eater!reader...
Of course, ghost first realized how bad your eating habits are while out getting dinner with you. Yes, dinner, a small payback-maybe-date after he rescued you from your broken down car at 3am.
"Uhm...I'll just have the chicken tenders. From the kids menu, please." You refuse to make eye contact with the waiter or ghost, stomach twisting that none of the more adult options were anything you liked.
You braces for the comments from ghost, having heard plenty from his teammates. Gaz snorting about what he's dubbed "your one vegetable a month" whenever he sees the only sub you eat lettuce with. Soap, too, makes comments about how you should try home-cooked meals instead of your store bought meals. Even price has chuckled about "dessert for lunch again, love?" When literally all you could stomach that week was sweets.
When you doesn't comment, you stubbornly stay staring at your hands "I know it's embarrassing eating with me...sorry."
"Wot? Yer eating, aren't you?" Ghost raises his brow at you, shoveling another giant onion ring into his mouth. "Not my fuckin' issue. If you don't want it, give it to me."
And...really you should have expected this.
Ghost, the man who lived on literal scraps in his childhood, who ate everything he was given because he had no choice. Of course he wouldn't care what you eat, so long as you eat.
"Oh...uhm." You're not sure what to say. You're used to always feeling some level of embarrassment about your diet. "Thank...you."
One dinner turns to two, turns to shared lunches and weekend brunches. You gravitate towards ghost because he doesn't care about your eating habits. If you order something and find it tastes different than expected, ghost will happily devour your dish while you ask about crisps.
You realize you've never been able to eat freely with another person before. It's...really nice.
How about Danny x Male/GN!reader (pre-fog) who is a detective on the Ghostface case? >:3
dbd!ghostface / danny johnson x detective!reader | w.c: 526
2nd pov, lack of caps is purposeful, not beta read (id rather claw my skin off lowkey), pre-realm danny, readersona is written to be gender/otherwise neutral, etc etc!
i love this idea btw, i love it so much!! i wish i could make it a multi part series of this, including like in the Entity's realm but no promises lol
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"fuck," you whisper as you sit up, shoulders immediately protesting at the first movement in hours. you flick the file closed, the manila folder cover almost an insult. this was the newest murder in the case, a dozen identical killings, bodies, and to top it all off, the pictures this bastard leaves, signature and all on the back.
your neck joins the protest, a stabbing ache between bones at the base spreads slow, reaching your entire scalp. you sigh, lacing your fingers behind your neck and resting your forehead on the folder that's personally offended you.
the stinging feeling behind your eyes only worsens when you close them. "i need to sleep," you relent, a tightness in your chest suddenly overwhelming in your home office. you sigh as you stand, rubbing your neck in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
you barely make a half step away from your desk as your phone rings, the one that only rings when there's another body. the groan that escapes you would wake the dead but you collect yourself, you love your job after all.
the ringing stops as you grab the dingy plastic, pinning the receiver end between your shoulder and ear. you grab a note pad and pen, readying the pair as you speak, "do me a favor and cliffnotes it, arthur? im about to sleep."
"ooh, good guess, detective," the pen between your fingers falls to the desk and slowly rolls onto the floor but you don't move for it. your hand flies to the phone, keeping the receiver against your ear. a laugh comes through the other end, a chill runs down your spine. all of the aches and tiredness are completely forgotten in seconds. "you're so cute when you're angry..."
"what the hell do you want? how did you even get this number?!" you bark, glaring at the notepad like its him. the second comment digs under your skin but you brush it off. if he has this number, he has to know where you live, he can't
"oh don't worry your pretty little head about that, honey. and why would i spoil our little game, detective? you're smart enough to figure everything out, after all," he snarks, though it almost feels like a genuine compliment, in his own twisted way.
"fine. give me this at least; is there a new victim?" the silence stretches so long you know the answer... your tongue curls in your mouth, sucking your teeth. "you want me to 'play a game', ghostface? give me all the damn pieces!"
just before ghostface kills the line, he gives you an address. you slam your phone down, missing the base in your haze to remember the address. the phone clatters to the floor, a droning tone filling the office in tandem with your pen.
you go to reach for the phone, not realizing it had fallen, when you glance at the address, ready to read it to your partner, arthur. you read it a few times before it clicks why its familiar.
ghostface said his next victim was at this address, the one you'd written down. it was your address.
