Wow, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been on here. First of all. sorry I’ve been gone, I’ve been hecca busy and since then forgot my account login email, so that was fun. Anywho, I should be back in full swing from now on, I’ve got a bunch of requests piled up, so I’ll most likely take the summer to reorganize my account, make a masterlist, and get through these requests.
Thank you to everyone who stuck by this account, it means a lot, and I hope to talk to you all soon!!
I know I’ve been MIA for the past couple weeks, sorry bout that, but I will be transfering all of my fics to my Quotev and my Wattpad as I have no clue whether my ace ass’ll be booted till I check back in on the 18th after the purge.
But just in case, you can find me @ highschool_is_wack on Wattpad and @ somethingfishy on Quotev
If I get kicked from Tumblr, I just wanna say that while I haven’t been here, long, it was an awesome ride, and I’ll continue updating oneshots on the previously mentioned sites, but if I make it, I will be trying to update after the new year after the holidays and finals
Likes can only go so far for artists. Artists may exclusively upload their artwork to tumblr, or don’t have the time to use other sites and prefer tumblr over deviantART due to its simplicity, but the tagging system can make it harder to navigate. Many artists on tumblr tag with high-traffic tags or use their own tags to prevent tag clogging which eventually become lost. That’s why it’s very important to reblog an artist’s work.
I’m not trying to push you to ruin your blog’s aesthetic or something, nor am I saying that “you must absolutely reblog your favourite artist’s work or you’re trash”, all I’m saying is if you truly want to support your favourite artist, instead of just liking their posts, try to reblog them once in a while. The more reblogs they receive, the more exposure/notes/followers they may receive, and it’s just one of the easiest ways to show you care about them.
*This does not mean to reblog unsourced artwork or works reuploaded to another person’s blog without permission (re:stolen). Nor does this mean to reblog artworks without the artist’s consent, even if this case is slim.
My followers and artist friends always ask me why my notes are so low despite having a sizable follower chunk…No truer words spoken, y'alls. It only takes a few likes and reblogs to help an artist out…
Not gonna lie, folks…artists live for reblogs. We’re alot like Tinkerbell and the whole clapping thing. Reblog to show you believe in us, or we cease to exist!
As a writer on and an artist off of Tumblr, we live off of this, not (entirely) because we’re attention seekers, but often because this is pretty much the way we grow. Personally, I’m gonna work harder to support some small writers and artists, and I hope you do the same. As a community, we need to constantly help push each other up!
If you have a certain scenario in your head you like me to write, don’t be afraid to request it. I will 90% of the time write ever request I get, but I’m generally drawn to the more specific messages
Request: Ohoho but a friendship with Hank would be so??? Amazing??? Sharing memes about wanting to die? Yes? Him being the dad friend and giving advice? Y e s? Idk I am rambling I just love that old man and wish he'd be more aprecciated on the fandom as a friend idk sorry
A/N: I will write a full fic on Hank being the best dad friend to the reader, but y’all are getting heckin cruddy headcanons for now
-your friendship actually started when you were younger
-you were a little older than your neighbor’s son, Cole, and often hung out to play with him
-Cole’s dad practically adopted you, seeing that you spent more time at his house than your own
-your parents didn’t mind tho, as long as you were having fun
-but after a few years, Cole stopped coming out to play
-you found out that he died from your other neighbors
-immiedatly, you began working on a package for Cole’s father
-a card, flowers, cookies that your mom helped you make
-when you brought the gifts over, he seemed duller
-he accepted them tho, giving you a thanks and a brief embrace
-after a few years, you began highschool and stopped visiting so much
-between school, friends, family, there just wasn’t time
-during your sophomore year tho, you had to write a paper on a career that someone you knew had
-immediately, you dashed over to Hank’s, knocking on his door
-”Kid? What the hell are you doing here?”
-this man has no filter around you
-”I need to write a paper for school, and I need your help?”
-you ended up staying longer than anticipated, letting the man rant about the growing need for androids, and after a couple drinks (for him, I do not condone underage drinking m’dudes) he began talking about the past couple years you stopped visiting
-when he almost passed out, you helped Hank hobble over to his room before leaving
-after that night, you began visiting more often
-more often turned into whenever you could
-you started going straight to his house after school, doing your homework while he blabbered mindlessly about whatever was bothering him
-although your parents where concerned about this at first, they didn’t mind after a while
-Hank was like family to you growing up
-and for Hank, your visits where the one thing he looked forward to
-it was almost like having his son back
-years later, you began interning at the DPD
-you mainly helped out with assisting the officers with either papers, evidence, or whatever could be done in the main building
-but whenever you weren’t working, you had an unofficial spot at Hank’s desk, keeping your friend company
-”I wanna fucking die”
-”(y/n), what the fuck”
-you looked up from where you where collapsed in the spinny chair in the vacant desk next to Hank’s
-”I said I want to die”
-”Not without me you’re not. Damn kids”
-you laughed, earning a chuckle from the Lieutenant
-”Hank”
-”Haaaaaaank”
-”Goddammit Anderson!”
-”Whadoyawant?” he grumbled
-”I need advice on how to commit murder and hide the body without leaving any clues it was me”
-”Gavin again?”
-you nodded furiously “He’s an asshole, I’d be doing you all a favor”
-he took a moment before responding
-”I honestly don’t know whether it was genius or a mistake to bring you here, (y/n)”
Request: Could you write a drabble about Hank and reader roasting Gavin together and just being bffs? Thanks
Warnings: Platonic Hank x reader, hints of sexual activity, Reed900 because I’m trash, cursing (duh)
A/N: I’m really happy there’s an audience that actually wants platonic Hank drabbles, I seriously LOVED writing this
“Daaaaamn Gavin, what happened to you?” You leaned back on Hank’s desk, chuckling at the brunette that tensed a little at your comment.
Hank looked up after realizing how quite the detective was. “Ya know Reed, it’s rude to not answer when someone is talking to you?” He chuckled.
Gavin pause before turning to face the two of you, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, although it did nothing to hide the various assortment of dark bruises littering his neck and collarbone.
Of course, the two of you knew what happened, everyone did whenever the old RK900 unit showed up after the revolution and was assigned by Fowler to keep Gavin in his place. But, you never gave up the chance to make the normally arrogant prick uncomfortable.
“Detective Reed was not complying last night,” the smug RK-unit strolled up behind Gavin, ruining any chances of him making up an excuse, “as per my mission, I had to use any method possible to make him listen, including se-”
“Okay you plasitc prick, that’s enough!” Gavin snapped out quickly, turning beet-red.
“Awwwww, Gav, that’s no way to treat your boyfriend,” you laughed, earning a chuckle from the Lieutenant behind you.
“C’mon (y/n), give the bastard a break, he’s probably sore enough as it is,” Hank winked.
Gavin scowled, while you and Hank burst out laughing at his comment. Nines smirked a little at the Detective, no doubt enjoying a flustered Reed. “I hate you guys.”
“You might hate us, but you fucking love Nines.” You choked out, your stomach sore from laughing.
You and Hank calmed a little, watching an embarrassed Gavin attempt to make his way discreetly to the break room.
“Ah, I love seeing assholes become speechless,” you sighed, trails of laughter in your voice.
Hank shook his head, “You said it, and I know Tina won’t let him live this down either.”
A/N: As much as I love my shithead of a son, I love writing him in embarrassing situations lmao
Everyone off of Tumblr: The entire website is toxic! Avoid it like the plague, you’ll be hated on constantly!
Me: Idk man, everyone’s been super supportive so far, and I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback on my writing
Everyone off of Tumblr: Well, uh, they’ll harass you for not writing certain things for them
Me: I mean, I mentioned not wanting to not write romantic fics/drabbles for Hank, and rather than scolding or bothering me, I was welcomed with a couple of requests for BroTP fics with him, sooo yeah, I think I’ll stick with them for now
Request: Do you reckon you could write a male reader x Ralph. With the reader being the dom one with loads of fluff. If you don’t want to do it it’s fine. Think you fics are really cool would be great if you could do a male reader as there’s literally none🙄 Keep up the good work tho! (@newconnorwhodis)
Warnings: Male reader, based entirely on Ralph’s scars, fluff lmao
A/N: Felt like writing some fluff, and I was asked to write some Ralph x Male!Reader, soooo I hope this is what you were looking for hon!
“Ralph?” Your voice echoed slightly through the wooden walls of the old house. “Ralph, love, where are you?” Growing panicked, you peeked your head into the side room of the first floor, before dashing over to the stairs to the second.
A breath of relief escaped your lips when you saw your boyfriend in the old bathroom, hunched over the sink. His fingers brushing over the scars marring his once “perfect” face.
“Ralph?” The android jumped at the sound of your voice, before relaxing when noticing it was you. “Are you okay?”
“Ralph is fine,” There was a pause as he shuffled in place a bit, looking anywhere but you, “Ralph did not know (y/n) would be here so early.”
You laughed gently, stepping closer to him, making sure to keep all of your movements slow. “Yeah, I got off early today and decided to pop in. If that’s alright with you?”
Ralph looked at you, nodding a bit. “Yes, yes! It is always good to see (y/n).” His voice leaked with excitement, although his smile faltered a bit.
You reached your hand up to touch Ralph’s scarred cheek. When the android pulled back a bit, you paused, “Ralph,” he looked up at you, eyes slightly glazed over, “I need you to trust me, okay hon?”
Slight guilt washed over the smaller figure before he nodded, avoiding your gaze. You gently brushed the hair from over his eyes before bringing your hand down to trace the edge of his scar. Leaning down a bit, you gently pressed a kiss to his nose, pulling back only slightly to look the android in the eyes.
“I love you.” You brought your hands down to take his. “I love holding your hands.” A kiss was pressed against the palm of each of them as you smiled softly. You traced your hands up to his shoulders, rubbing your thumbs over them comfortingly. “I love wrapping my arms around your shoulders, and feeling you relax a little.” Your hands were brought back up to his cheeks. “ And I love being the one to press kisses against your cheeks in the morning, and admiring all of the marks on them.” You brushed your thumb against Ralph’s lower lip, resting your forehead against his. “And I love kissing you whenever I can, because it reminds me that no matter what happened that day, I know that right now, I love you so, so much.”
Ralph finally looked up at you, leaning into your touch a bit. His hands slowly came up to grasp yours, making sure to hold them against his face. “Can,” he stopped for a second, squeezing your hands gently. “Can Ralph kiss (y/n)?”
A smile stretched across you lips as you nodded, chuckling a bit. You closed your eyes when the shorter android shyly pressed his lips to yours. He leaned into your touch when you moved your hand up to thread your fingers into his hair delicately. After a moment, you pulled away, laughing a little when Ralph whined, trying to follow your warmth.
“I love you Ralph, all of you. Never forget that, okay? Promise me.”
“Ralph...Ralph promises.” He nodded, a real smile gracing his lips this time. “But (y/n) must promise to never forget that Ralph loves him too.”
“I promise.”
A/N: Are my readers sick of these super cheesy endings? Probably. Will I ever stop writing them? NOPE.
Idk if anyone actually noticed, lmao, but I’ve been at my dad’s for the week, so sorry ‘bout being MIA. bUT, I’m gonna be doin 2-4 requests tonight, as I’ve been building up inspo
Before I log off, I just want y’all to know that if I take a while to write your request, it’s not because I’m ignoring you, I’ll make sure to get to all of them, dw. I write requests as I get ideas for them, not in what order they’re sent in.
Request: Hello there! If you could, may I kindly request some fluff with Rupert? This bird boi needs so much love and the fandom is sleeping on him. Thank you so much!
Warnings: Fluff, kinda short, cheesy
A/N: This is more of a drabble, as I had a cute little idea and didn’t have enough for a full fic.
It was quiet on the apartment balcony. No, no quiet, but the white noise of the city wasn’t irritating, it was oddly comforting. You enjoyed listening to the Detroit city on sleepless nights like this.
“Hey,” a voice whispered behind you as a pair of arms gently wrapped around your waist. You smiled when the figure dipped their head down, planting kisses on your shoulder.
“Hey Ru.” Rupert smiled softly at your nickname. You spun yourself around to face him, frowning slightly when you met his sad gaze. Reaching up to caress his face, you kissed his nose gently. “I’m right here hon.” You took one of his hands from your waist, lacing your fingers together and holding them up.
“I know, I just,” Rupert bit his lip, stopping himself from continuing whatever thought passed his mind. But letting out an artificial breath, he met your gaze. “The bad place again.” A small, sad smile matched his quiet tone.
The android closed his eyes when your arms wrapped around his neck, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “C’mon.” You softly led him back to the bed where you should’ve been, Laying down next to Rupert’s wiry frame, you began combing your fingers through his messy hair, smiling when he already seemed to relax under your touch. “Ru?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you, you know that, right?”
Rupert rested a hand on your cheek, leaning over to brush his nose against yours. “I do, and I love you too, Feather.” A moment passed before he spoke again.
“Good night, (y/n).”
A/N: This is my first time writing for Rupert, so lemme know how I did? I know everyone interprets the Birb Boy differently (with his limited screen time), but I see him as a bit paranoid and quiet, but once he trusts someone, he latches onto them and would do anything for them
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Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.
Can i ask who is/are you favourite character(s) in the game? And the ones you prefer to write for?😊😊
Because I can’t pick a fav, I’ll say that Leo is my favorite human in-game (Hank and Carl are both close seconds, I love my sassy dads), and then Rupert, the Jerrys and Luther all hold a spot as my fav androids
Although I do have a bias towards writing for Leo (ik, shocker 😅), I prefer writing for either super soft or childish characters (the Jerrys, Simon, Markus, Kara, etc.) or misunderstood/mysterious characters (Leo, Kamski, RK900, Daniel, etc.)
