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anti gen AI, do not use any of my work with AI. anti proship, don’t even request this. you will get ignored.
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please interact with this account and send requests !! i currently don’t have any ideas, and would like to write.
some fandoms i’m interested in writing for:
DC, Marvel, Fallout (show, 4 and New Vegas, I haven’t played the others), Mortal Kombat, The Eltingville Club… that’s all I can think of for now, but sending an ask for another character is also fine ! it just might be OOC.
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i will likely make a requesting guidelines post later, but for now, everything is on the table. (except for proship and other generally gross things)
synopsis: arcade gets jealous after finding out that his boyfriend had gotten treated by another doctor. doctor alex richards, to be exact.
warnings: none! courier is just very VERY dense
a/n: i've had this idea in my head for a while now, i just havent had the motivation to write it but i had to write the people's favorite gayboy for pride...
Arcade doesn't consider himself to be a jealous lover--in fact, he prides himself on being the opposite, providing his lover with the freedom that they so desire--but today, that all changes. Why? Because of you.
Unfortunately, it seems that you have a type. That type? The gay wasteland doctor. You, in all your travels, have dated both of the doctors in the wasteland that just so happen to be gay.
Now, normally, Arcade wouldn't care if you got checked out by some other doctor. Hey, that's less work for him, and more pretending to work with plants, but something about getting told that you'd been treated by the very man who not-so-secretly still has a thing for you got under his skin. Who can blame him, right?
What's even worse is that you don't seem to see the problem.
He'd been a bit short with you for a few days, but you keep whining and whining, practically begging for any attention he could spare, asking why he's been so upset lately, not realizing that you're the problem! Arcade's at his wit's end with you, but he doesn't want to be vocal about why he's upset. So instead, he sasses you. Without even looking up from his work desk, he huffs, "why don't you go ask Alex for attention? Since you two seem so close now," he grumbles stiffly. If you don't understand that he's jealous after that, you're a lost cause.
You huff, still pestering Arcade, before it finally dawns on you that he's jealous. Idiot. Of course, at this discovery of yours, you're working extra hard to get back on Arcade's good side.
Whenever you both have free time, you know better than to disturb him when he's actually doing something you're clinging to him. Despite how he grumbles about how you're being too clingy, he enjoys it, given that he's not pushing you away.
His complaints always go something like:
"Ugh, Six, you reek, I'm begging you to shower," Arcade groans, playfully swatting you away when you wrap your arms around him after returning from some odd job you'd picked up to help out around the Fort.
"I would shower, but you're still mad at me, so I need to be sorry before I need to be clean," you retort with a huff, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your usual spot.
At some point, you can tell that he's gotten over his jealousy, but is just milking it so he can get more affection from you. That doesn't deter you from giving him affection. In fact, you give him more now. Every time you have the chance, you're touching him.
He's lazing on your couch? You're draped on top of him, even though it's hot. You're walking by him? You're smacking his ass, despite his protests that he needs to be "professional," whatever that means.
Soon enough, Arcade gets bored of pretending to still be mad at you, and stops huffing at you completely. He doesn't say anything about it, and if you decide to mention it, he's going to make some comment along the lines of:
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to still be upset? Because that can be arranged."
After you'd made the mistake of commenting a few times, you'd learned your lesson.
synopsis: vulpes with his wife, who he worships more than caesar
warnings: legion. also vulpes is stalkery (only one mention of this)
a/n: this is for the 5 vulpes fans out there,,, i see you
also i feel like this is kind of nothingburger but whatever
Vulpes Inculta, master spy, head frumentarius of the great Legion, brought to his knees by a woman. Vulpes thought he was hiding his utter devotion to you well, but anybody with a brain would be able to figure it out. His voice, ever sharp and commanding, instantly softens when you call his name.
"Vulpes?" You call, walking outside your tent upon waking up, having heard him speaking to a recruit nearby.
"Yes, beloved?" He asks, turning around almost immediately, his tone softening slightly to something softer that none of the other Legionaries have heard from him before. "Why are you not in bed?" He questions immediately after seeing you, and how tired you still looked.
You hum, not really an answer, and he frowns at that. He's about to open his mouth to say something--likely something admonishing about how you need your rest, but you finally answer, "I felt you weren't in bed...I wanted to look for you..." You've always been so clingy in the mornings. Upon marrying you, Vulpes stopped waking up at the crack of dawn--something that hasn't negatively impacted his work, but was definitely noticeable to the higher-ups, though they did nothing more but smirk and disguise their chuckles, as it's a harmless way of getting one of the most productive Legionnaires to rest regularly.
If anything, Vulpes' productivity has been boosted when compared to before meeting you. Always eager to complete missions and return home, he does everything in half the expected time, just to return home to you. Being married does wonders for the already hard working Frumentarius, as he wants the best possible life for you, so he focuses even more on earning Caesar's favor to ensure your safety and happiness.
various random vulpes inculta headcanons that've been floating around in my brain
a/n: i really don't even know, this is just to get everything out for future reference
i am a firm believer that vulpes has a HUGE sweet tooth. after all, if you can't have chems or alcohol in the Legion, the next most addicting thing is sugar.
he doesn't really indulge in his sweet tooth much, but he usually does while out on the road, during long missions where he can't help but sneak a sweet treat to take the edge off from spreading fear into the profligates of the Wasteland.
vulpes is a d1 observer. this comes as a given with his position in the legion, but even for things non-legion related, he will be incredibly attentive. especially to his partner.
if you show a certain preference for food? you'd best believe that he's going to be going out of his way to provide that food for you. he won't even say anything about it either, but don't be surprised when all of a sudden, you're finding boxes and boxes of Sugar Bombs among your things after you'd mentioned you like them once.
vulpes is also a big fan of music. while the Legion may not have radios for playing music, when he finds himself out in the wastes or on the Strip, he can't help but indulge. he enjoys every type of music, really.
because of this, he's also a big fan of the tops--specifically the Aces. He's a regular there, and enjoys just about every act.
during the rare times he has downtime, one of his hobbies is whittling. he's always been quite proficient with a knife, and sometimes he does it absentmindedly as a way to blow off steam after traveling with his men for days.
vulpes is also definitely a grudge holder. a recruit sassed him on a particularly bad day? he's mentally filing that away for future reference. the recruit then finds himself working a job that nobody enjoys, simply for pissing off the head spy.
vulpes is also very used to being Caesar's favorite, he's honestly a bit spoiled. like all of the higher ranking Legionnaires, he gets away with much more, and this is not lost on vulpes, and he in fact, abuses this privilege as much as possible.
synopsis: vulpes trying to court you and his love languages
warnings: none ! vulpes is just emotionally constipated
a/n: this went from him trying to court you to just his love languages and my hcs
Vulpes was not a man of many words, and this was made much more apparent to you as you realized that he was attempting to court you. It was both odd and endearing, seeing as he had a mix of old-world traditional values, as well as something unique to the Legion because of Caesar's continuous manipulation and conditioning of the men in his armies.
Vulpes' lack of communication was not much of a problem, though. The problem truly lied in Vulpes' vehement denial of any affection from you. Every time you attempt to reciprocate any affection he shows you, he clams up, pushing you and calling you something along the lines of a "degenerate," "profligate."
While Vulpes is not the best at showing physical affection to you, getting scared off as soon as you dare reciprocate, he is much better at providing acts of service or gifts.
Vulpes seems to favor doing things for you over everything else, though he won't let you hear the end of it if you ask him to do any menial task, grumbling the whole time.
"I do not see why I have to do this...this is below me, I could have one of my men do this--" only to interrupt himself, knowing better than to even suggest such a thing, for fear of the idea that you actually will get one of his men to do it instead of him.
In his mind, nobody should even get the privilege of helping you but him.
Despite Vulpes not saying it much, you can tell that he is completely, and utterly obsessed with you. It's pretty obvious, seeing how he'll glare at the men in the Fort for so much as looking at you for so long.
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Vulpes is also quite the gift giver. Along with doing things for you, no matter if you ask or not, he will also bring you gifts. Most of his gifts are on the more practical side--a few pieces of high-quality armor, a weapon, or something handcrafted from Bighorner or gecko hides, but occasionally you'll get something more...personal. A carving of something, a pre-war souvenir for you from his travels, he knows you're a sucker for those, even if they have no real worth to him, he'll bring it, just to see how your face lights up.
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While he's not the touchiest man alive, there are some times where he gets a bit clingy, like when he returns to the Fort after a long mission for the Legion. While the man is devoted to the Legion, he is also devoted to you, and it kills him to be away from you for so long. While he knows that you're likely getting along fine without him, he can't help but worry.
After returning from a long mission, Vulpes will want nothing more than just to lay in bed with you, his nose buried in your neck, greedily taking in the scent that he was deprived of for too long.
He could spend hours holding you after these missions, and if he's interrupted before even an hour passes, Vulpes will snap at anyone who comes to retrieve him.
"I missed you..." he murmurs, his voice almost unheard by you, his already soft voice muffled slightly due to the positioning of his head, buried against your skin. You don't respond verbally, letting out a small hum to let him know that you heard him, as you realized that is the safest option to keep him from clamming up.
Honestly, I’m just hoping the show doesn’t ruin what little microfandom house has. He’s such a good character and I don’t have any faith in the show to do him his justice as a villain, or a character, if that first scene is any indication. House may be brazen with his words but he’s also a massive pussy, there’s no way he’d just slot himself into a position to be punched in the face like that. He’s a pencil pusher. A nerd. He makes the courier run around like a chicken with their head cut off to run all his errands for him, because he can’t do it himself, and I doubt he’d even want to. He is a COWARD. He is not the character to be getting into physical fights. He is also not the guy to go to random, disgusting bars and provoke the patrons. He’s antisocial. He’s a homebody. He would never like being covered with blood, because he’s arguably a germophobe. All this is nitpicks, but it leads me to one very key point: you can have an evil character be out of character, even when they’re doing evil things.
god i love making Damian into a mini Jason. 'akhi' Jason who was literally the only authoriative male figure Damian grew up with apart from Ra's. Jason's dialect, his facial expressions, his humor. Damian inherited it all. Talia watched Damian turn into a mini Red Hood and knew for a fucking fact him going to Gotham would be a dead giveaway that Jason was still alive, and since Jason wasn't ready for an identity reveal she had to coach Damian on Not Acting Like That just to keep the secrecy.
so Damian shows up in Gotham supremely self concious about NOT acting like his big brother. leading him to overcompensate and act like an edwardian school boy/draco malfoy hybrid. and he keeps it up. for like a year.
and then Jason comes back and reveals he's alive, and the family bullshit gets sorted out, and Damian's still just... instinctively acting how Talia told him he had to in order to protect his brother.
except for the fact that the second Damian is in Jason's presence, who he actually is comes FLOODING back. and suddenly the family get to watch Damian walk into a room, lock eyes with Jason, and just like. slump in on himself like a deflated balloon.
"Fuck're you doin?" He drawls easily, sticking his hands in his pockets and sauntering over to where Jason is tapping at the batcomputer. Dick and Tim blink cluelessly but Jason just shrugs, not looking away from the screen.
"Stealin' Bruce's info on this case. You know 'is password for that file?"
"Fuck'm I s'posed to know?" Damian sends him a beweildered look, one that's almost identical to the face Jason himself gives Dick whenever Dick asks to hang out. "I don't give a shit about that stuff."
"Well neither do I!" Jason grumbles indignantly, tapping furiously at the keyboard. "Where's the fuckin- fuckin-" He starts snapping his fingers repeatedly. "Whatshisname. Where's the fucker's' good at this shit. Lil bitch boy Replacement."
"Drake?" Damian checks easily, and Dick bites his lip as next to him, Tim's face tranforms into the most incredulous glare of rage he's ever seen in his life.
"Yeah, that's the fucker."
Damian grunts, tilting his head to the side before swinging his body around to scan the rest of the batcave. His gaze lands on Dick and Tim, and he jerks his head over. "Drake, come help us with this shit."
"What the fuck happened to you." Tim demands instantly. "What the fuck is wrong with you."
Damian scrunches his face up like he's stupid, and when Jason finally turns around from the batcomputer, it's with the exact same fucking expression.
Dick and Tim stare at the identical duo, horrified.
"What?" Both Damian and Jason ask simultaneously.
"I'm gonna throw up," Tim murmurs.
anyway Damian is the Red Hood's little brother and it should fucking show end of essay.
bro you are confusing personal dislike with censorship. They are two different things.
what these people are saying is that it's a shitty take to say "Yeah I call it that because it's full of AI, reposted art, and horrible things like shotacon, incest, etc" with your whole chest - which in the context of fictional art, implies that you think that some content should be forbidden forever because it personally disgust you.
that's pro-censorship.
what disgust you is someone else's preference, and vice versa.
for some people, LGBT+ content disgusts them and use exactly the same words you have used, calling for the shut down of FF and AO3 because there's gay kisses in there
do i like shotacon? not really, and won't ever read anything with it, but i don't think that it's a normal thing to say "i want this specific content gone because it disgusts me personally", and that's what the other anons are trying to say
don't reply my message publicly, it's fine, but maybe do some self reflection? in your own time, no rush
I'll reply, and this will be the last one definitely.
No, it's not a "personal preference," like a style of clothing or a soda flavor; these are literally CRIMES.
And I don't think mentioning the LGBTQ+ community is appropriate. One is a sexuality and/or identity affected by intolerance; the other are crimes where consent is disregarded.
You can like feet, being hit, being peed on, even being defecated on; I couldn't care less about your paraphilias and what you do in your sexual life, but there are limits when it comes to fetishizing and normalizing CRIMES.
Again, it's not "personal" at all; it's even against the law. There are countries where even creating drawings with pedophilic connotations is ILLEGAL.
If being pro-censorship means being against the creation of content that fetishizes and normalize crimes like pedophilia, zoophilia, incest, etc., then call me that if you like.
I'm not against censorship, I'm against the FETISHIZATION of it. Creating audiovisual media that addresses these topics can even help people become more sensitive and aware, but not when they're approached with morbid curiosity and sexualization—that's the difference. Like, no, a documentary is not the same as a fetishist drawing of a child and their father.
like everything, he’s very meticulous and almost clinical while you’re sick, even if it’s just a cold. you’re stuck on bedrest until he says otherwise, and this rule will be enforced. by means of siccing all of his kids on you.
hes also really sweet about it too, in the best way he can, like having alfred bring you your favorite soups when he’s busy and can’t give them to you himself. he also tries REALLY HARD to clear his schedule so he can take care of you, not that alfred can’t, simply because he wants to be the one doing things for you. he usually can’t clear his schedule,, what with the batman-ing thing but it’s the thought that counts, right ?
just thinking about damian wayne with you, who wasn't born on earth and grew up somewhere in space,,, and you aren't entirely used to gravity and end up just. throwing/dropping things and fully expecting them to float and be in the same spot you left it
like, you drop a cup or something while with him, and the only reason that the drink didn't spill all over you is because his fast ass reflexes caught the damn thing before it could,, and he's pretending to be annoyed, but it's really only that slight exasperated fondness he saves just for you. like maybe a grumble here or there, but he still ends up catching whatever it is for you
