Lampsy:3

she/her multiple fan. that all you need to know idk what eles to put REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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Hello there!

name is Lampsy or brainy (i like brainy)

she/her/17

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Spamtennatober day 4: Fight!

I am physically unable to draw angst, so they get to kiss, just this once

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i just love when they make tenna face expressions like this

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again:3 (btw all the last polls either the winner or not they're all in my darft it's just the winner will post first while the other stay in my draft ya:3)

builder man-forsaken

Taph-forsaken (taph in my blog is male)

chance-forsaken (also male in my blog)

007n7-forsaken (collage father)

mafiso-forsaken

dexter-spooky month (working on it)

megatron-tfp

captain john-tankmen

Voting ended onOct 28, 2025

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i love how chaotic this is

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inspired off c00lkidd and pr3ttyprincess and bluudud ofc

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i really love my boy

Not THE SPAWN JUST HIM!

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i didn't know there are some people willing to hc dead fandoms characters

i do! ^^

and if u have anything to say my inbox are always open!

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How do you come up with your character dynamics? They always feel so real

ADHD. oc.

that all thanks to them

basically most of my post either made with few seconds with my ADHD power OR reader is actually inspired by one of my ocs

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TF animated- Optimus Prime × fem!Reader

(reader is sumdac Aunt and a known famous fashion designer)

"The Designer and the Commander"

-You arrive in a glossy silver limousine fur draped over your shoulders, sunglasses, and perfume that makes heads turn.

Sari runs up screaming, "AUNTIE!!" and hugs you tight.

You lift her up with your elegant laugh "My little sunshine! You've grown into such a gorgeous troublemaker."

Isaac Sumdac is both proud and slightly terrified, because you're that sibling who always steals the attention effortlessly.

The Autobots are introduced Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, and Ratchet.

-You were known long before you arrived a celebrity fashion designer, philanthropist, and the glamorous sibling of Professor Sumdac.

Sari's stories about you painted an image of a jet-setting, sassy, confident woman who "owns like… thirty sunglasses and a car shaped like a panther!"

-So when you step out of that sleek car with fur over your shoulders, red lipstick, and that confident half-smile, everyone at the tower(you meet ur brother and his daughter and her friends at the tower) instantly stops what they're doing.

Bulkhead whispers to Bumblebee: "She looks expensive."

Ratchet mutters: "She looks like trouble."

Prowl (without looking up): "She's wearing real mink. Definitely trouble."(he hates u now)

And Optimus? He just stands still, optics wide for a second before regaining composure.

He's dealt with Decepticons, explosions, and Sari’s chaos but he has no training for... whatever energy you just brought in.

-You're instantly adored by Sari because you're the kind of adult who doesn't tell her to "sit still" or "be quiet."

You spoil her with designer accessories and fun advice like,

"If someone tells you you're 'too much,' darling, it just means they're not enough."

-Instead of staying in the Sumdac Tower, you insist on visiting the Autobot base.

“Come on, darling, I prefer the smell of machinery over sterile offices..besides you smiles more with your robot friends.”

The Autobots are surprised that someone so glamorous is totally comfortable sitting on a pile of metal boxes and chatting like she's in a café.

You bring gifts scarves, snacks, little shiny trinkets.

You tease Bumblebee "you'd look adorable in yellow sequins", charm Bulkhead "you'd make a wonderful art piece", and make Ratchet sigh" Primus, another talkative human"

But Optimus… you treat differently.

-You're loud, confident, and playful but you're not shallow. You ask the Autobots real questions about their world, their emotions, their purpose.

They all start realizing that under the glamour, you're fiercely intelligent and empathetic.

-Ratchet grudgingly respects your brain "Hmph, at least she knows how to listen"

Prowl enjoys your creativity — "Your energy is… unconventional, but genuine." (tho he sometimes tries to talk about not using animals as clothes he hates this.. and you.. not a lot)

Bumblebee? He's overwhelmed. He calls you "Miss Drama Queen" but secretly loves your attention.

Bulkhead adores you he calls you "classy but fun."

-But for Optimus sees you as… puzzling. You challenge his logic and his emotional restraint.

You're one of the few people who can make him pause mid-sentence.

He's used to being respected for authority not being complimented like:

"Oh, Commander Prime, that voice could sell cologne."

-At first, he thinks your flirtatious tone is a game. Then he notices how quickly your eyes turn soft when no one's watching.

He realizes your teasing isn't manipulation it's performance you use to hide vulnerability.

And he finds that incredibly human and… strangely endearing.

-You once walked into the base mid-repair session wearing a white fur coat and designer sunglasses. Optimus tries to politely tell you it's not "safe in the work area."

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine, Prime. Besides" you lower your shades slightly "I trust you'll protect me if anything happens."

He internally reboots.

-You also sometimes Teas Bumblebee You bring Sari shopping and return with matching accessories Bumblebee gets jealous because you didn't get him any chrome polish.

"Sorry, sweetheart," you wink, "i only design for bodies, not bumpers."

-Sometimes Optimus Gets Nervous Whenever you're around, he unconsciously straightens his posture, adjusts his stance, and tries to sound extra professional. Ratchet notices immediately.

Ratchet: "You're acting like a sparkling with a crush."

Optimus: "I am merely maintaining protocol, Ratchet."

Ratchet: "Uh huh. Sure. Tell that to your overheating vents."

-....What begins as playful teasing turns into mutual curiosity.

You start staying longer at the base sketching outfits while sitting near him as he works.

Sometimes you talk about how fashion is like leadership "fashion is about structure, balance, and carrying others' expectations."

He starts opening up too sharing stories about Cybertron, his mistakes, his doubts.

Over time, you both begin to ground each other.

He becomes your calm space; you become his warmth.

There's a quiet admiration between you something that doesn't need to be loud or obvious.

-Ratchet Pretends not to notice but secretly finds it sweet. Occasionally mutters, "Primus, they’re idiots," when you two exchange soft smiles.

Prowl Lowkey approves. "hmm.. he brings balance to his overthinking he brings balance to his overthinking. He steadies her emotions."

Bulkhead Ships you hard. He' like", “Aww, they're so cute!"

Bumblebee LOSES HIS MIND. "ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH THE BOSS AGAIN?!?!"

Sari Thinks it's hilarious. She constantly teases Optimus "Sooo Uncle Prime, when's the wedding?"

-when It Becomes Official It doesn't start with a big confession more like a quiet understanding.of you says anything. You just know.

From then on, your teasing becomes affectionate, not performative. You drop the act around him your voice gets softer, your words more real.

-Optimus doesn't announce anything to the team, but everyone knows. The way he says your name gives it away.

-Once you're together, you and Optimus are unintentionally adorable like, domestic in a totally embarrassing way for everyone else.

-Sari and Bumblebee HATE IT (lovingly).

"Ew ew ew! Auntie, stop kissing him in front of the control console!"

"Seriously, Prime, this base is not your love nest!"

You just laugh and reply, "If you can't handle affection, close your optics, darlings."

Bumblebee screams. Ratchet sighs. Bulkhead dies laughing.

- You and Optimus aren't overly touchy it's subtle

You fix his armor plates while talking softly.

He adjusts your seatbelt when you ride in his alt mode.

You two share long looks that make everyone groan.

-Sari's final move was when she walks into the control room and catches you standing on your toes(standing on Optimus servo) giving Optimus a quick kiss on the chinplate.

"OH MY GOD, I CAN'T UNSCENE THIS!!"

Bumblebee: "GET A ROOM!"

and Ratchet just says from the other room

"They have one, Bee. You're just too loud to notice.”

-Eventually, everyone adjusts. You become like family to the Autobots.

You design custom armor decals for each of them 'Fashion meets function!'.

-Optimus becomes more confident, less stiff your energy helps him connect better with others.

-And you? You finally find peace someone who sees past your glamour and loves you as the messy, kind, chaotic woman beneath it.

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The long long holiday-🌾 Pierre X female!reader🧺

(reader is a cute citizen woman😘)

“The Girl With the Basket”

The first time Pierre Morteau saw you, you were standing at the edge of the field with a wicker basket hugged to your chest too clean, too careful, and entirely out of place among the mud and the smell of hay.

You weren't from the countryside that much was obvious. Your shoes sank into the dirt with every hesitant step, your skirt brushing against the wheat like it might bite. The sky was grey that morning, heavy with the kind of silence that had settled over France since the occupation began. And yet, there you were smiling, nervous but genuine, asking if "the Morteau family could use a bit of bread and candles."

Pierre didn't know what to make of you. City folk didn't visit farms anymore, not with rations so tight and soldiers on every road. But his mother took the basket from your hands, thanking you as though you'd brought sunlight itself.

You came again the next week. Then again after that. Sometimes with a loaf of bread, sometimes with nails or fabric scraps, sometimes just with kind words and a shy laugh. You didn't understand much about farms you jumped when the hens squawked, you dropped the feed bucket once but Pierre found himself watching you longer than he should, wondering what kind of person still thought of others when the whole world seemed to be falling apart.

To everyone else, you were the girl with the basket.

To Pierre, you became the quiet reminder that kindness hadn't died with peace.

And as the war deepened and the roads grew dangerous, he'd still wait by the gate every few days pretending he was just chopping wood hoping to see you appear again through the mist, carrying hope in both hands.

- Your First impression was something children call you "The girl who always brings something" why? well it's because you are always gose to that farm with a basket always full of things like food candles etc it's out of help

-When you first showed up with your little basket of goods, Pierre thought you were lost. A city woman, clean shoes, soft hands, nervous around animals you stood out in the countryside.

He didn't understand why you'd walk all that way 'just to help.' In his mind, no one helped for free during wartime.

His mother Jeanne immediately liked you. Pierre… took longer. He watched you like you might break something (or yourself).

-... You don't know much about farm life i mean yes, for sure you are a city person,you once tried to help him milk a cow. It went terribly. You screamed, the cow mooed, and Pierre laughed so hard he had to lean against the barn door.

-After that, he started teaching you things quietly how to hold a hoe, how to feed the hens, how to recognize good crops. You never asked him to teach you he just started doing it, gruffly, with a tiny smile.

-He teases you sometimes "City hands," he says, shaking his head but then carefully wraps your palms in cloth if you get blisters.

-Every few days, you arrive with a box or basket bread, dried fruit, bits of cloth, candles, or nails. You always insist it's "nothing," but Pierre knows how much it means.

-He starts waiting for you pretending he's chopping wood when he's really looking down the road for your figure.

-His brothers start calling you "la fille du panier" (the basket girl). Pierre pretends to be annoyed, but the title secretly makes him smile.

- with time some Subtle affection start to grow it's slight and unnoticed but still you can sense it with the way his eye watches you not lust not love but caring and worry

-Pierre doesn't flirt he cares. He'll walk you halfway home "to make sure the road's safe." He'll fix the strap on your basket when it frays. He'll insist you take one of the farms eggs "for yourself," even though food's scarce.

-When you visit during rain? he gives you his coat and refuses to take it back until it's fully dry. It smells like woodsmoke and hay, and you keep it longer than you should.

Sometimes, when he's repairing something, he'll ask you to "hold it steady." His hands brush yours rough, warm, careful. He doesn't pull away fast. Neither do you.

-when war starts things get tension and hard go with And You know he"s hiding something when he starts disappearing at night. You never ask, but your eyes meet one morning mud on his boots, bruises under his eyes and he just says, "It's better you don't know."

Still, you leave extra food in your basket, 'just in case.' He understands. It becomes your secret exchange.

-Pierre isn't a man of words he expresses through acts. You bring supplies? he repairs your roof when no one's looking. You patch a rip in his sleeve? he leaves flowers from the fields at your doorstep.

There's no confession, not really. Just one moment when he touches your face gently after you trip, and the look in his eyes says everything.

If you ever scold him for risking himself, he smiles softly "Can't stop now. Someone has to keep you bringing those baskets, non?"

-After liberation, you keep visiting. The basket becomes symbolic now filled with hope, not necessity.

Pierre finally smiles easily again. He jokes that you've "ruined his peace" with your visits, but he never means it.

Eventually, one of your visits ends differently he takes your wrist, pulls you closer, and says quietly:

"You've been helping everyone for so long. Maybe let someone take care of you, for once."

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What's a fandom you'd love to write for but haven't yet?

Assassination Classroom yes i know that anime big fan of it too but i like only koro sensie so idk if i can do other character ngl

also tmnt?.. tmt?.. uhhh Nengana turtles and by it i mean those two famous only 2012 and the one that is animated

uhhhh maybe more tfa tfp tfo content too and more spooky month too tf2? idk i try to do some but everytime i delete em i don't think i read tf2 character that good

what else? uhhhhh idk what else thank you anon now i need to be in peace

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Yo! Fellow Ultrakill writer! I've got an idea for you: I hc that when Gabriel has a crush, he'll try to deny it and lowkey be mean to his crush, calling them "blasphemous" or "wretched" as a way to deny his own feelings. How do you think he'd react when his crush just responds with compliments? "Blasphemous being." "Pretty angel."

Hope you have an awesome day/night!

i had fun writing this, thank you for requesting! ^^

FOOLISH MORTAL

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Oneshot

"Why do you bother following me around?" Gabriel grumbles, posture tense as he walks through the halls tainted by the heavy, metallic scent of blood. "You're interesting," you reply, beaming at the angel. "And quite ravishing." You add, giggling playfully. "You are absolutely ludicrous." He spat, turning his head as you flash him a toothy grin. "That's what you love about me, right?" Gabriel's face heated up under his helmet, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly regains his composure, throwing another insult your way. "As if I'd love anything about you," Gabriel replied, kicking a pebble out of his path aggressively. "Well, I love everything about you, angel!" You exclaim, as Gabriel lets out a grunt. "Likewise," he whispers under his breath, as you smirk and walk closer to his frame. "What was that?" He clears his throat, shaking his head. "I said you are a foolish mortal." "Nuh-uh. That's not what you said, pretty angel." You narrowed your eyes, stepping in front of him and blocking his path with crossed arms. "Shut up. You can't even see my face. Now move." With a gloved hand, Gabriel pushes you out of his way and continues walking forward, his pace quickening as you attempt to catch up. "Whatever comes out of your lovely lips, then." You tease, winking at him as he visibly cringes. "You are one blasphemous creature." Gabriel mutters as you feel a sharp glare from under his helmet being sent your way. "And you're quite the beautiful angel." You chuckle, walking alongside the angel. "Shut up."

MASTERLIST i'm sorry if it's too short, but i hope you enjoyed! ♥️ *header from THE CREATION OF ADAM - MICHELANGELO

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Divine Obsession

Yandere Gabriel ULTRAKILL x Fem!Reader

Warning: Possessive and protective behavior from Gabriel. The reader is pregnant.

English is not my first language, I apologize if it is not understandable.

To do this, I had to use the translator.

The sun was shining warmly on the streets of the small town, bathing the landscape before you in golden colors as you made your way slowly towards the fair that was being organized a few blocks from the heart of the place. Your prominent belly made it difficult for you to see your feet, which on more than one occasion during the journey drew a frustrated sigh from you. In that advanced state of pregnancy, the simple tasks you used to do had almost always become a total challenge for you and your bulging belly.

But even when you couldn’t see your feet, that would never stop you from going outside—especially not when Gabriel was away from you, busy with his duties as “The Will of God” or “The Judge of Hell” and blah blah blah; you never understood why he had so many titles, and with such ridiculous names…

You slowly shook your head; you shouldn’t be mocking or saying that the titles Gabriel had earned were ridiculous… After all, he is your husband and the father of your child. He probably earned those titles through great effort, and there you were, saying that what might have taken him years—or even longer—meant nothing just because the title sounded silly when spoken aloud.

A long sigh escaped you as you wiped a bit of sweat from your forehead and continued walking at your slow pace, courtesy of the extra weight you carried. At least you were glad to have some time to yourself; it was one of the few chances you had to enjoy a moment of freedom without Gabriel’s constant and almost suffocating supervision. And as you kept moving forward, you couldn’t help but drift into your thoughts again, recalling the surreal turn your life had taken.

Leaving the city, where you had been working hard as a simple office worker, had been a difficult decision after all the effort you put into leaving the rural area where you grew up. But it had been inevitable; the pregnancy had forced you to abandon everything—your career, your apartment, and, though it was hard to admit, your independence as well. You remembered with a certain bitterness having to sell most of your belongings simply because you couldn’t take them with you; it had hurt more than you wanted to admit.

When you arrived and knocked on the door of your old home, your mother was the first to greet you. There had been a clear look of surprise on her face when she came face to face with you, and that same expression—one you still remembered—always managed to bring a small smile to your lips. Life in that small town hadn’t changed at all since you left, but unlike that little place where you grew up, your life had changed—irreversibly so.

Before Gabriel, your life had been simple—normal. You were just one among the great crowd of the city, another citizen who woke up early to go to work, another person who sometimes forgot her umbrella or her coat when she was in too much of a hurry to leave; you were just another trying to get ahead in life. But then he appeared—an archangel. At first, you couldn’t understand why someone like Gabriel, with such a divine presence, had taken an interest in you. You weren’t even the most devout daughter of the Father—you were an adult, skeptical about that kind of religious belief. From the very beginning, everything about it felt surreal.

You couldn’t deny that Gabriel’s invisible presence always watching you was unsettling. He was always there, following you everywhere, though at least he was respectful enough not to follow you into the bathroom or when you were changing clothes. Eventually, you got used to feeling him near, knowing he was always watching from somewhere—and there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Although things escalated too quickly between the two of you in a short time, not even in your wildest delusions did you ever come to imagine or think about marrying an archangel, a figure that in the Bible was described as a being of purity and holiness... and even less about having sex with one.

You thought everything would go back to normal after each encounter between you two; sure, now you were married to a damn archangel, but surely that wouldn’t affect your life in any real way… until you started feeling unwell, and with that came the news that you were pregnant. Your body was now carrying a hybrid between human and angel. Just thinking about it overwhelmed you, plunging you into a whirlwind of emotions. What would it mean to raise such a child? What role would you play as a mother in a situation so far from ordinary?

You shook your head to chase those thoughts away; you had already accepted that your life would never return to normal, and though that realization sometimes depressed you, you also knew you weren’t completely alone. The town was a peaceful place, as quiet as you remembered from your childhood, and your family was now closer to you. But Gabriel’s presence—usually invisible and almost omnipresent—had left an emptiness in his absence. That very absence, however, was what had “allowed” you to be there, walking and about to reach your destination.

The laughter and chatter of many people gathered in one place began to reach your ears as you continued walking at your slow pace. You welcomed the distraction; the lively energy of the townsfolk made you feel less lonely, even though no one knew the truth behind your peculiar situation. You had learned to live with Gabriel’s demanding routine and his brief absences for divine duties that, according to him, were never interesting to talk about… But still, that day you had decided to go out, taking advantage of your time alone.

As you looked around at the colorful stalls and the familiar faces of the people passing by, you couldn’t help but take a deep breath of fresh air; you were savoring the freedom—however temporary—of the moment. You knew Gabriel probably wouldn’t be pleased to find out you had gone out during his absence, but for now, you preferred not to think about that.

The fair was full of life, yet you still felt Gabriel’s absence deep within your being; even though you enjoyed your time alone, something inside you remained on edge, as if waiting for his return at any moment. You knew that once you were back in his arms, he would watch over you even more closely—almost to the point of suffocation with his protection…

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The festive atmosphere of the fair faded from your mind as you walked as fast as your current state allowed; your hurried steps left behind the laughter and the vibrant colors. You knew you had crossed an invisible line after spending a brief moment with an old high school friend—it had been a mistake, one you would regret having made. You could feel the weight of Gabriel’s watchful gaze burning into your back; it was heavy, and you could swear it scorched. The further you walked away, the tighter the tension in your chest grew, mixing with your quickening heartbeat and the faint movement of the baby within you.

You were a safe distance from the fair when you felt large, firm hands settle on your shoulders. The physical contact alone was enough to make you stop immediately—you didn’t dare turn to face Gabriel. His grip wasn’t harsh, yet it carried a clear message: there would be no escaping his scrutiny.

He remained silent for a few seconds, as if assessing what he had just witnessed. You could feel his presence so close that the air around him seemed to grow thicker. Gabriel’s stillness was as intimidating as any shouted reprimand; you knew he wouldn’t leave you in peace until he had an explanation.

“Is it customary in this town” Gabriel’s voice was low and tightly controlled, sending a shiver down your spine, “for your old acquaintances to take you by the arm as if they had any right to do so?”

You swallowed hard, not daring to turn on your heels, yet you answered softly, trying to keep your voice calm.

“Gabriel… Samuel is just a friend from high school. It’s nothing—just a conversation between old acquaintances. I didn’t think he would…” Your words trailed off as you felt Gabriel’s grip on your shoulders loosen only slightly; the tension still lingered, as if he were processing every movement, every breath you took.

Gabriel straightened a little behind you, and you could feel his breath brush against your ear, making your skin prickle at the sensation.

“Nothing, you say?” he replied, his tone laced with disbelief and possessiveness. “That man should not have dared to touch you. And you… should not have allowed it.”

His voice was soft, but you could hear the clear undercurrent of danger beneath it, as though beneath that composed calm of his, a storm was waiting to break. Gabriel remained behind you, his hands still resting on your shoulders—a reminder of his protective, yet suffocating presence. You tried to steady yourself with a deep breath before answering, though you couldn’t help but frown when your own voice came out trembling all the same.

“Gabriel… there’s no reason for you to worry. The father of my child is the one standing beside me, not him…” You knew that sometimes you had to appeal to logic, no matter how flimsy it sounded—after all, Gabriel was deeply loyal, and that loyalty, though overwhelming at times, was your best chance of diffusing the situation you had found yourself in.

A silence settled between the two of you until Gabriel finally seemed to calm down, though he didn’t remove his hands from your shoulders. Instead, he gently guided you to turn around so you could face him. You had to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, the height difference between you forcing you to look up. His helmet remained as expressionless as the first time you saw it. He was still clad in his armor—a clear sign that he truly had been attending to his duties. After all, he would never appear before his superiors wearing the clothes you had made for him.

You did, however, notice the absence of Justice and Splendor, which brought you a small sense of relief, knowing he hadn’t come in a fit of rage to harm your old friend. Still, you were well aware that Gabriel was strong enough to kill a grown man with nothing but his hands—or with a single, forceful blow.

“My dear…” he began, his tone now softer, almost syrupy. “You don’t understand how much you mean to me—or how much our child means to me. I won’t allow anyone to approach you that way. And I will never let anyone threaten the family we’ve built.”

Gabriel then moved one of his hands to your belly, caressing it with a tenderness that starkly contrasted the intensity he had shown only moments before.

Your gaze dropped to Gabriel’s hand resting on your belly as you tried to calm the unease growing in your chest. For a moment, you allowed yourself to rest your head against the metal of his breastplate, recognizing the sense of safety his presence brought you.

Gabriel, satisfied with your quiet submission, wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that, under any other circumstance, might have been comforting. As you held onto your husband’s embrace, you felt his hand move to your head; his fingers tangled gently in your hair—a habit he had developed long ago.

“Let’s go, my dear” he murmured softly against you. “You don’t need the fair when you already have everything you need with me.”

You didn’t argue. You simply let him guide you, knowing that this was your life.

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Commissioned to 갱치갱밥!

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i love this food

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COLONEL COLONEL COLONEL COLONEL COLONEL MORE MOPRE MORE MOREEEE AUGAHUSNCKJSKAJJAJAJS COLONEL MOPREE I DEMAND MORE!

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idk

Ramattra-overwatch

steve and captain-tankman

dr flug-villinos

optimus prime-tfa

kevin-spooky month (if u take this it's either angst or smut one)

megatron-tfp

colonel-tllh

perrier-tllh

dexter-spooky month

Voting ended onOct 21, 2025

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i know i hate two time very well but a friend of mine main them

so should i do a hc of my friend oc X two time? also no i won't do a romantic one just friend zone hc ig

not to mention i will use he him for two time like two time my style and pov so ya nothing will change in two time i just change his gender and the act that azure if just a friend not.. well ya not his lover thing

yes do a hc of two time for your friend sake:3

i mean sure do it but i think doing canon two time is better then ur au two time

No.

ehhh.. idk

Voting ended onOct 21, 2025

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What'a the weirdest idea you've had for an x reader fic that you maybe haven't written yet?

well.. idk

maybe the one where reader is a pick me personality but good looking one? and by pick me i mean those who says uwu on their live stream yes

also idk if this one is weird but i was thinking of making the summary of reader on their period and how Specify characters will take care of you maybe i will write of tankmen and ultrakill again?.. maybe tf2 medic and scout? haven't decided yet