i was thinking, this will never end, now i'm screaming through the nightmare...
❦ lvr of 2d & 3d men
author's favourites:
you & me - suguru geto
talk - satoru gojo (nerdjo)
never too busy for you - caleb xia
requests are open !!! ✫ ⁺₊
however i cannot guarantee i'll get to them quickly as writing is something i do casually around other things
rules !! (more below the cut)
first of all, be nice! i'm literally just a person LOL
my dms are people i follow only so if you do want to message me and i don't follow you back shoot me an ask so we can become moots :3
i am a university student so i can't guarantee consistent writing or that i will get to requests etc quickly - i'm doing this all for fun, and i'm not looking to take it seriously. whatever comes to mind will be what i write most of the time as writing is an emotional/creative outlet for me.
i'll only really write reader inserts, and am unlikely to write multiple characters x reader (eg: percy x reader x jason; gojo x reader x geto)
i'm like. totally inexperienced in terms of romance. so chances are my writing is unrealistic at times i have literally nothing real to base it off LOL
happy to write most nsfw content but i cannot guarantee quality/realism same as above
idk exactly what my gender is, but i am fem-leaning* so i can only really write from fem-coded or gender neutral povs
i won't explicitly write any specific physical features, even if i write with certain features in mind (i think there was that one megumi fic where i wrote with a curly haired reader in mind, but didn't specify or explicitly describe any of the reader's features). my work may have implied features rooted in my own features (eg: reader being shorter than whichever character the fic is about because i'm not very tall) but if this is the case it'll be pretty non-descript.
however, if you want to request any specifics regarding reader's characteristics (clothing style, certain personality traits) i'm cool with that!
*i identify as fem/girl but in terms of style and preferences in terms of appearance i dress pretty neutrally idk guys it is what it is i don't tend to think about labelling it
i think it's gotten to the point where i haven't been desired (to my knowledge at the time) romantically for such a long time (my whole life) that i might never recover and also i think im going insane
If I may, could I please request a fluffy one-shot with Valko and a female reader? I just ask that there is a lot of fluff. I need something happy with my six-foot wolf man. Thank you in advance!<3
hi hello thank you for requesting! somehow my inbox ate this and i didnt see it until like a week after you sent this and then i started working on it and then was super busy and UGH anyways the post is out i hope you enjoy!!
by the time you make it home, you're beyond exhausted. it feels like every tiny thing that happened has just piled up and piled up and piled up, and now, the weight is suffocating. and you're pretty sure the only way you'll be able to breathe again is by crawling into valko's warm embrace.
"valkoooo?" you call out as you tug off your shoes - with far more aggression than necessary - before making your way through the halls towards his office, shedding the outer pieces of your hunter uniform on your way.
"hey, sweetheart." he greets you as you slip through the door, spinning in his chair to open up towards you, arms wide open ready to embrace you.
you clamber into his lap without an ounce of hesitation, letting out a heavy, cathartic sigh as you wrap your arms around his neck and press your cheek flush into his neck.
he doesn't waste any time in enveloping you in his own warm, strong arms, his lips finding your temple to give you a soft kiss, and the feeling makes you wriggle closer into him like you want to crawl under his skin. he slips his hands under your shirt, squeezing your waist lightly, his fingertips warm and a little calloused against your skin.
"you alright, baby?" he murmurs, releasing his hold on you momentarily to take off his glasses - the loss of contact makes you let out a tiny, annoyed whine. you reach around and paw at his hand, and he chuckles. "i'm not gonna disappear if we let go for a second, y'know."
"still don't want to." you mumble, trailing a hand into his undercut and curling your fingers to lightly scratch at his scalp.
he melts.
you can practically feel his tail wag at a mile a minute, and before you know it, he's hoisting you higher in his lap so he can press his face into your neck.
"you smell like outside." you can feel his lips move against your skin as he speaks with indignation, a low rumble leaving his throat.
you hum. "guess my perfume wore off." it has been a long day, after all.
he lifts his head to meet your gaze, a sad, kicked-puppy-looking furrow in his brows.
"you put perfume on after i scented you?" he asks miserably. "but... why?"
"you bought me the perfume, dummy." you point out - his cheeks flush pink, and he promptly buries his face into your neck again, a failed attempt to hide his embarrassment.
"but now you don't smell right... you don't smell like me..." he mumbles in self-pity, vigorously rubbing his cheek against you in an attempt to amend this perceived tragedy. "all the people outside won't know that you're with me."
you sigh, scritch-scritching at his hair again to soothe him.
"they're all idiots anyways, you have nothing to worry about. and they can't smell when you scent me, either." you say with a barely-concealed huff of frustration. "i'm so tired of people." you add quietly.
"long day, huh?" he asks, softer now, and your only response is a miniscule nod, the weight hitting you again, making your throat tighten as tears bubble up.
you do your best to bite them back with sheer willpower, and you succeed, but valko can feel it, the tension, the frustration seeping from you in waves, a slight shift that only he can sense.
"mhm." you get out finally, the sound crackling in your throat as you squeeze him tighter for comfort.
"good thing you're here with me now, then." he says, usual snark replaced by something softer, more affectionate.
you nod, leaning into him to squish your cheek up against his, a gesture that he returns with a fond nuzzle as he sniffs you. he's pleased to feel your frustration subside, replaced by a steady pulse and quiet ease where you're wrapped up in his arms, making him perk up a little himself.
"that's better." he remarks softly, seemingly far more satisfied than before with how he's scented you, a contented low hum leaving his chest.
"you're going to do that again after we shower, aren't you?" you ask like it's even a question, a touch of affectionate resignation in your voice, and valko only lets out a low chuckle in amusement.
"you complaining?"
"maybe." you poke back, prodding at his cheek when he gives you that puppy-eyed look of disappointment. "aw, c'mon, val. you know i like it."
he turns his head away as if in offence.
"gonna have to prove it to me then."
you let out a quiet chuckle.
"am i, now?" you lean in close, your lips just brushing his cheek. he turns away more, as much as he can, in sheer childish defiance.
but he's forgotten one thing, it would seem.
his tail.
with each kiss you decorate his face with, it thumps against your leg.
kiss - thwack.
kiss - thwack.
and so on. at least until you can't take it anymore. it feels quite nice, in all honestly. like a small, fluffy, overly enthusiastic hug. but eventually, you dissolve into giggles, burying your face in his neck as you shake with laughter.
"what's so funny?" he asks, brows furrowing in helplessly adorable confusion, his tail drooping. "why'd you stop?"
"your tail, val." there's laughter on the tip of your tongue, the weight of your earlier exhaustion far less heavy on your shoulders now.
he plunges his face against your neck, his cheeks warm as he blushes pink.
"why do you have to embarrass me like that, baby?" he mumbles, his tail flicking once, twice before curling around your leg and staying there, resting protectively and comfortingly.
"not my fault you're all cute when you're embarrassed." you say, words dripping with faux innocence.
he sighs, kissing your neck before darting his tongue out to lick at your skin playfully.
"still not as cute as you, am i, though?"
now it's your turn to hide away as your cheeks blaze.
"stupid. stupid wolf." you huff, and he only grins, canines peeking out before he nips at your pulse point.
"your stupid wolf."
and... yeah. he is. yours.
a/n: some fluuuffff for our beloved wolfie! <3 ugh i think i started this after a looongggg hard day i honestly can't remember but i think we all could do with a valko and a safe pair of arms to crawl into at the end of the day anyways i hope you enjoyed this (esp. the lovely individual who requested!) lots of love have the best day mwah <3
people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.
shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own
some of you weren’t around for the fan fiction dot net purge of 2002 (when they banned explicit content and mass-deleted thousands of fics) and the livejournal purge of 2007 (when they deleted hundreds of blogs, disproportionately targeting queer & kink content) and it shows
probably a controversial opinion but I think screenshotting someone else’s fic and posting it elsewhere because it’s “obviously ai” is also harmful to the writing community you’re trying to protect. because
every single time I see these posts, there are always writers who say “this looks like how I write” and “what if my works sound like ai”. it’s discouraging to genuine writers to see a screenshot of a fic that is “obviously ai” and then wonder if their own human-made works “look like ai” too. it’s discouraging to genuine writers to have to live in constant fear and worry if someone will screenshot their human-made fics and put them on blast for being “obviously ai” too.
no matter how “obviously ai” a fic looks, unless the author says they use ai, you can never know for absolute certainty that it’s ai. you assume. based on vibes. and there’s always a chance of you wrongly accusing a genuine, innocent writer and encouraging people to harass them. “real humans don’t write like this” do you know literally every single human being to say for absolute certainty that none of them write like the machine that was trained on millions of human-made works to look and sound like humans? “most people can tell” no, no one can tell unless authors disclose their use of ai. most people guess. based on vibes. every ai telltale is something humans actually write, otherwise ai would never have been able to mimic it in the first place. short sentence stacking? some people prefer it as a stylistic choice. “not x, not y, but z” type of sentence? people have been using this for ages, way before gen ai became a thing. I’ve been using it in my writing for almost a decade, way before gen ai became a thing. em dash? you mean proper grammar? not to mention how often people who are autistic and people whose native language isn’t english are wrongly accused of using ai in their fics because “real humans don’t like write that” — it’s super offensive and harmful.
even if someone says they use ai, the right thing to do is to not read their fics and leave them alone if it bothers you. I don’t like ai fics. I don’t agree with people who let ai write for them. but I will always condemn harassment. no matter what. also not to mention, if you harass someone for being honest about using ai and tagging their fics as such, chances are that they will stop tagging their future ai-generated fics as ai, meaning no one can know for sure if the fics are ai, meaning it’s impossible for anyone to filter them out. if you want to be able to effectively avoid ai fics by filtering them out, you’ll have to make sure people who use ai are comfortable enough to be honest about it.
I also want to say that no one “writes like ai”. it’s the other way around. ai writes like human, because that’s what it was trained to do. saying a human-made fic “reads like ai” is saying a work looks like its copycat.
last but not least, harassment, accusations, speculations and witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does. if not more.
summary: in which you’re injured and the lads boys find out about it (kinda).
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus, caleb & valko
notes: suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier’s a little evil, zayne’s a little silly, rafayel is losing it, sylus is #upset, caleb is caleb, valko is a little dumb but he has the spirit! fem reader (!!!), minor suggestive comments and allusions to violence (is anyone surprised) that’s it (i think).
p.s. first time doing valko i like him as a loser do we also like him or should i delete my account just lmk!
a/n: GULP i rlly hope you guys like this it was fun to make so I Enjoy it but it’d also be lovely if you did too okok…valko my silly nerd…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Romantic tiger shark yuuji courting with tiny little treasures from the deepest depths of the sea just to present to you on his big clawed hands, smiling so cute with the prettiest blush on his cheeks and his eyes sparkling with adoration and a nervous look of pure love AGHHHHGGGGHGGHHH😭
✩꒱ pearlescent ft. yuuji itadori .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ fluff ⋆ mdni ⋆ tiger shark merman!yuuji itadori and marine biologist & fem!reader. strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, crushes, yuuji is 17ft, monster…loving, monster x human, implied language barrier ꒰ you swap gifts with your merman friend who lives in the sea, but his carries a more romantic meaning. ꒱
tiger shark yuuji waits for you to come and visit him by the pier every single day at sunset it’s how you get to talk to him without putting him in any danger and at risk.
when he surfaces there’s a brilliant splash of water that carefully rains down on your skin as if the ocean has taken to greeting you with small kisses. yuuji leans over the edge of the wooden pier with bright, boba eyes intrigued by your small human hands that tremble with excitement whenever you see him. you often do a ‘cultural exchange’ … you bring him something from the human world and he brings you something from the sea. each time more intricate and more thoughtful because he really has grown fond of his little land creature with two pretty legs.
“yuuji,” you say, smile bleeding into your cheeks like the water sunset does into the sky. your fingers hold up something that wobbles in the wind but looks like a moment of time stilled. “this is a picture! i took it with this,” you gesture to the camera hanging from your neck. “it captures memories, so we can keep them forever.”
his head tilts, pink hair dripping with water that lands cool on your thighs as the merman leans over you. “pic-chure?” he blinks up at you to check if he’s said it right.
“yes, picture!” a giggle bubbles through you, warm like the sand between your toes — drifting into the salty sea breeze. “they’re um… printed onto paper… but i laminated it so it doesn’t get wet. i’ll explain lamination to you later… it’s kind of bad for the environment but sooo useful—!”
“—who are they?” yuuji asks abruptly. not to be rude, but to be curious. his clawed pointer finger signals to the pic-chure once again.
the ink has carefully crafted faces of people you love most — who’s everlasting support for your dreams landed you a position here, who’s hearts you miss every single day and think of when night crawls over land.
“my friends from back home,” you say wistful, longing. it’s painted on the face blurred by the blush of the pinky-orange sky. he knows that feeling very well, it beats through his chest when he looks at you. “i won’t get to see them for a while.”
“just … human friends or human lovers?”
you squeak, nearly tipping forward into the waves. yuuji’s large hands are gentle on your hips — steadying you in your seat on the edge of the pier. “just friends! i’ve never… i’m not so lucky with love.”
the merman lets his voice fall into the quiet depths of silence as he ponders. only for a second, enough to let his heart decided what comes next with the turn of the tides. “i’ll be back.” he says in a tone not stern but one that keeps you rooted to your spot — and with a swish of his striped tiger shark tail, he disappears into aquamarine and frothy peaks.
just for a second. leaving you with the gulls and the rush of waves for company. you wonder why your pulse races and why your skin feels warm to the touch for reasons other than the sun.
“back.” when yuuji returns, another magnificent splash — you nearly jump into the water once again. his damp hands settle you but your heart does not still, mimicking that of stormy weather that disturbs peaceful waters. his brown eyes melt in the evening sunlight, they unravel you just a bit because they are all too kind. soft in comparison to the hard line of his torso that must taste like salt and sea. your gaze follows droplets that run down his chest and merge where his v-line disappears to the sea.
“for you.” your eyes snap back up to where yuuji holds out a hand to you — the queen conch shell dwarfed in the palm of his hand. reminding you of how magnificent of a creature he is. your fingertips brush his claws as he passes it to you, two hearts stutter. “inside.”
acting on his guidance, you shake the shell and into your hand rolls a pink pearl. in the hands of the sun’s rays, an undulating pattern is revealed — resembling that of flames. the silky pattern of the milky pink pearl glistens for you under evening light.
you look up again, mystified to find yuuji watching you eagerly. you know what it is, how rare it is. a one in fifteen thousand chance of finding such a beautiful and natural pearl — and the merman has gifted it to you as though its rarity weighs nothing on his mind.
yuuji has bought you gifts before. shark teeth and whale bones, sea shells and and even sea jellies but nothing as grand a this.
“for me?” you whisper, surprise and gratitude cracking open in the fragile cage of your chest.
yuuji nods once, timid almost. “in our culture we gift pearls to people we care about,” he explains, his timbre voice a harmony with the sea’s ambience. “not to friends, to lovers.”
his words sink into your bones like stone in water, his current would drag you under if given the chance. lovers, not friends. there’s a million things you want to say to the merman, a million feelings you want to convey before your time together is up for today. for now, you clutch the pearl to your chest — the glitter of appreciation to your eyes almost pearlescent itself as you smile.
he mirrors you, tail swishing in relief.
“let’s take a picture together,” you breathe. “as lovers, not friends.”
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I feel like simply calling JK Rowling a transphobe isn't strong enough anymore. Like. This is not your grandpa calling you by your deadname at a restaurant kind of transphobic. This is her wanting to eradicate all trans people (with an extra special hatred towards trans women specifically). This is her trying just that by personally funding transphobic hate groups with millions to push around laws in the UK. It is not hyperbolic to call her a dangerous, genocidal maniac.
It's not about cancelling a problematic writer. It's about literally trying to save lives by denying her as much money and power as possible.
