UPDATES/Blog Notes: 01/28/2026
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-No yandere stuff unless it fits the character or you can convince me
-NO somnophilia
-Mostly I write for femReader but if requested I am comfortable with maleReader
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About me:
My name is Lottie :)
I write xreader fanfics, both NSFW and SFW
I love art <3
There will be an art journal
Some of my favorites: (and fav characters)
-Black Butler-Kuroshitsuji
-Jujutsu Kaisen (My husband Satoru)
-Chainsaw Man
-Resident Evil (Hehheh Leon babyyy)
-The Walking Dead
-Fallout 4 (MacCready my love<3)
-Evil Dead (Sebastiannnnn~)
-Bendy and the Ink Machine
-Supernatural (Sammy<3)
-Tokyo Revengers (Manjiro<3)
-So much more...!
I Will write for anything if I know it!
(Anime, series, video games, ect.)
Feel free to ask me!!
I also just enjoy conversation
I am currently working on:
-Grim Desire's: A Black Butler x Phantomhive!Fem!Reader (Slow burn Dark Romance following the manga)
Tagging: @scary-grace @feathersfromwings @chimaerakirin @mochazai @candycandy00 + EVERYONE 🫵 🫵 🫵 my brain is slow and I can't think of people's usernames right now but I'd love to see all the cute mermaids!
If anyone, believer or nonbeliever, can pray or keep my great grandmother in their thoughts please do.
She is currently in the hospital with high blood pressure due to heart problems. She is scheduled for an open heart procedure on the 21st this month but she keeps having episodes of severe fatigue and dizziness. Her blood pressure is averaging 150-180/80.
To top it off she had a bad reaction to the blood pressure medication and they gave her Benadryl today WHICH I told them she was having a bad reaction the last time she took it and they were giving her a different one but I guess they wanted to try it again after her blood pressure went up so high today
I feel so helpless. And my Great Grandmother looks so sad. If you can offer prayers or just a thought it would make all the difference.
last song: like that by sleep token (such an atrocious band for thanares, truly)
currently watching: the terror, andor, and…ulysses 31 lol. possibly others i'm forgetting about haha
current obsession: thanares never leave my mind. they won't allow me so much as a moment's peace 😭
currently reading: very slowly rereading the odyssey! i've also finally started dipping my toes into reading more thanares works on ao3…i usually try to avoid reading works with the same ship while i'm actively writing but like. thanares ambushed me with zero warning and ever since i've not had a single moment where i've NOT been writing for them?? i've been patiently waiting for over a year now and i've still barely read any thanares fics 😭 sooooo i'm just going to start breaking that 'rule' more at this point because i've been missing out for long enough haha.
currently working on: …brazen sky. there is no escape lol. in the background i'm also working on thanares smut and a strange little crackfic taken seriously…but only when i'm feeling stuck with brazen sky, so no promises that any of it will actually see the light of day anytime soon :') i'm also still fighting away on the art front (mostly trying to get better at drawing ares and thanatos), but it's slow progress…anatomy is HARD haha!!!!
last google search: 'on behalf of myself and' because my brain was having a grammar moment.
tagging: ah man, this is always the part i struggle with lol. i'll no pressure tag 10 people i've not seen tagged already, but if you want to jump in please consider yourself tagged!! @panathenaia @thecoelacanthoracle @crimboscrungly @the-hollow-crow @apocahipster @beeinatuxedo @idrawfunkythings @venusvalhalla @shadyriverss @milksincere
currently watching: (Rewatching) NBC’s Hannibal 2013 (I LOVE HANNIBAL)
current obsession: Block Tales demo 5 announcement game out yesterday I am SO Playerpilled right now 😭😭😭 Player ohhh my Player…
currently reading: I recently obtained a copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, so I’m working on that! I also got (yesterday) a copy of the play Antigone by Sophocles, and I’m very excited to start it
currently working on: Acrimony (my Timeloop AU) I’m trying to finish it before demo 7 so that I wouldn’t feel pressured to make it canon-compliant. I was originally planning on finishing before demo 6 but it turns out I’m slower than I thought I was 😅
last google search: ‘is liege a gender neutral substitute for lord and lady’
tagging: @caretalesotherstuff @d3hydrat3dlime @ghostedmercury @curiouscompass337 @d4ed4lu5 OMG WAIT I JUST REALISED YOUR URL SPELLS DAEDALUS THAT’S SO COOL @sylveon-056 @vindy-vindingmachine
last song: Abcdefu (angrier) by GAYLE apparently but to be fair I’ve been relistening to ALL of my over 2000 liked songs
currently watching: Castle is the only thing I’m watching consistently and that’s with my family
current obsession: I don’t think I’m actually obsessing on anything rn, just focusing on my life
currently reading: I actually finished two books recently, but I’m not currently reading anything. the books: Awaken volume one (Kori Saavedra) and Worst. Superhero. Ever. (Charlie Higson)
currently working on: the plot of a future graphic novel series about a kid trying to find out what happened to his mother when he gets forced into being a superhero because I love superheroes
last google search: can you put chocolate melts in cookies
Tagging, ummm: @iobsesswaytoomuch1 @thestoryteller-thedreamer @sera5d @gold-hummingbird @dovial @rayne143 and uhh @thalium9thmuse and @mentallyinsanepenguin that’s eight… can you tag the person who tagged you? I say yes because I’m still under @milksincere I’m now on nine. This is where I give up. No pressure btw.
Current obsession: thinking a lot about my silly Lego ninjas, the digital circus members and the mlp characters
Currently (re)reading: The Hunger Games Catching Fire
Currently working on: procrastinating my next therapy chapter and I’m working on a little placemat quilt thingy
Last google search: ‘when did the super Mario bros movie come out’ (was talking about the movie with a friend and couldn’t remember what year it came out)
Tags (sorry if you’ve already been in here, pls free to ignore): @thalium9thmuse @thestoryteller-thedreamer @iobsesswaytoomuch1 @linlovesnoodles @cojabimbrujetutaj @i-am-a-living-god @depressinge @your-local-book-hoarder @kaistrosity @foundfamily-mybeloved
Last song: The Other Side from The Greatest Showman
Currently watching: Dr. Stone s4, Witch Hat Atelier, Ninjago dr s2 (rewatch)
Current obsession: Ninjago
Currently working on: editing one Ninjago fic, writing 2nd chapter of a wind breaker fic, writing like 10 Ninjago fics (not even exaggerating with that number, I might even be downplaying it), motivating myself to draw some ideas
Last google search: matura 2026 (forgot if it starts on Monday or Tuesday)
Tags: @cerulean100-blog1 @octobertomarch @alissz2021 (feel free to ignore tho)
ooo havent done one of these in a while!
Last Song: Children Will Listen from Into The Woods (i had an edit idea lol)
Currently Reading: Wind Breaker (going through my physicals copies of 16 and 17) and From Far Away (god bless my local library and its treasure trove of old shojo. Gonna try and finish it before the anime comes out)
Currently Watching: Witch Hat Atelier, Agents of the Four Seasons, Yona of the Dawn, Case Study of Vanitas
Current Obsession: Wind Breaker, Uma Musume and Animal Crossing
Currently Working On: finishing up two WBK fics i started last year! They're uh big ones so they've taken a while lol. Also have a 3rd one but thats probably on hold till Suo's arc is done.
Last Google Search: 1994 Autumn Tenno Sho (cross referencing something for the newest translated chapter of Star Blossom. Go read Star Blossom btw its peak.)
Tags: @candycandy00 @kajisbraincell @littleplantfreak
Last Song: Run for the Hills by Tate McRae. It’s a song that captures how Reader feels in the Higuruma Doll House fic.
Currently Reading: Manga: Wind Breaker, Blue Exorcist, Kaiju no. 8, Snowball Earth, Fushigi Yuugi Byakko Senki. Comics: Monstress, Something is Killing the Children, Various Alien comics.
Currently Watching: One Piece (currently halfway through the Wano arc), Gundam Wing (rewatch), Dr. Stone, Ace of the Diamond Act 2, Liar Game, Snowball Earth.
Current Obsession: JRPG’s. I’ve always loved them but I kinda drifted away from them until recently. Right now I’m playing the remake of Star Ocean 2 and loving it (way more than the first Star Ocean which I enjoyed but wasn’t in love with). I’m a sucker for stat management and breaking games and this one hits those buttons hard. Also love that I can basically make a harem for my main girl lol. So far she has four hot guys in her party and I’m eyeing the cute elf twink and the sexy secretary lady (she can be the lesbian option).
Currently Working On: The Higuruma Doll House fic. I’m writing part 2 right now. Also been outlining that original X Reader story I mentioned a while back.
Last Google Search: Star Ocean 2 Bowman. I was checking to see when I could recruit him ( I just did tonight).
can you please give some angsty dialogue post-battle? like he's full of regret because she saved his life, and now she's ended up unconscious in the hospital
Angsty Post-Battle Dialogue
after one took a hit for the other.
“You idiot. Why would you do that?”
“Medic! Hey, we need a medic over here!”
“Don’t close your eyes, I need to yell at you later!”
“I’m so much more resilient than you are!”
“Need a medic?”
“Never do that again. Never. You understand?” “But—” “Never.”
“Let me take a look at that.”
“If they die… I’m going to kill everyone who had a hand in this.”
“You should have been more careful.”
“Are they going to be okay?”
“You idiot!” “You’re welcome.”
“Where are they!?”
“You fought like a beast out there.”
“It’s my fault. Had I been faster, you never would have felt the need to step in.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll wait with the yelling until you’re no longer concussed.”
“This is all my fault.”
“How could you do something so stupid?”
“I was trying to protect you.” “I don’t want you to risk yourself for me!”
Ask Box is open, please flood it with fic reqs and/or random stuff. I have list in my pinned post of my favorite fandoms that I'm more than happy to write for <3
Idk if anyone else is from Texas, but if you are, or, you are experiencing extreme weather conditions, please be safe. But remember to be kind. This is not a time to segregate ourselves but to come together and support one another.
Author Notes: Soooooo I never finished this... I wrote this up almost a year or over a year ago? But I figure since I worked on it I may as well post what I did :). If it gets enough attention I'll continue it.
Warnings: Child abuse, violence, cussing, death/murder, blood, child pov of violence, 18+
Description: Backstory to Reader meeting Alastor
Muffled voices rang through the halls. Threats being made and promised to be kept. The slamming on the table made all the dishes residing on it clatter and clink loudly. You flinched from your spot inside a kitchen cabinet, breathing heavy with gasps as your heart pummels within your chest. Chewing the tips of your fingers raw, until they bleed, peeling the skin back in oral fixation. Your left hand clenches your hair and pulls at the strands. Hoping something will take your mind away from the yelling.
Despite the chaos outside the doors of your cabinet your mind is blank. Not processing the words dripping with venom directed at their targets. Just quivering at the angry tones. At the shrill scream of terror that shook your very soul, you tensed, curling into yourself causing you to bite the knuckle of your thumb. For a moment, the air was frozen as all sound ceased.....
A choked gurgle was what broke the prolonged silence. A thud follow soon, the gurgling escalating to sharp gasping cries.
BANG!
"Y/n, get out here..." The gruff voice of your father demanded. You move slow, cautiously, too slow for the man apparently. He pulls open the cabinet double doors, then snatches you by the shirt, you grunt at the roughness of his grip, dragging- practically throwing you out. You slide against the tile floor of the kitchen, your right arm sliding across the tile floor into a puddle. Your eyes have a hard time adjusting to the sudden bright lighting.
"You're going to help me fix this. After all,"
Lifting yourself up you rub your eyes, feeling the wetness from the puddle your hand had landed in smear to the right side of your face. Upon opening your eyes you discover a red liquid, that is not water at all, staining all up your arm and clothing. A small shriek escapes your throat when you realize the abundance of it on the floor, draining from the woman who lays just a foot away.
What a mess.
"you wouldn't want daddy to go away, would you?"
A large hand is placed atop your small shoulder, pulling you towards your father who brings your eyes to his. He looks worried, scared, "Who would take care of you? You wouldn't want me to leave you all alone right?" He holds your face, "Well, if I get in trouble for making Lisa go to sleep, you would be by yourself forever. So you have to help daddy."
Despite the fear coursing through your mind, you felt elated. For the first time in... ever! Daddy was paying attention to you! He wanted- no, he needed your help! He's looking at you! And he's not mad! He's not hurting you! You can make him proud. Of course you don't want your father to leave you alone.
So, you both work together as father and daughter for the first time. Though you are disturbed by the gruesome scene you can't help the twitching of your lips as you scrub the tile clean. Daddy had put Lisa in a big potato sack, saying it'll help to not spread her sleeping mess around the house. He left you to scrub while he took her to the door.
You had managed to get most Lisa's mess off the floor, the only evidence being some light stains that could pass as red sauce, or wine. That's what Daddy said anyway, so that means, you did a good job. You actually did something good! Your lips twitch again as you look at your pruned and raw hands, stinging from bleach in the open cuts.
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The walk was silent, and your clothes feel nasty as Lisa's mess dries on your clothes. Suppose your father was too rushed to think of your clothing. The cold breeze of the night cools your damp shirt further, bringing a shiver through your body. You can't wrap your arms around yourself while you carry this heavy bag, looking down, as you follow your father into the thick woods.
Lisa's body makes a loud splash into the pond Daddy pushed her into. Before, he had tied the bricks you carried here to her body, so it was a really loud splash. It was silent, the forest seemed to have desert the idea of natural noise. The atmosphere turned troubled within the eerie tension that had followed you.
"Y/n." Your father spoke up, he turned around and kneels to expand his arms to you. An unspoken invitation to come to him. Through your apprehension, your giddy child mind urged you to walk into the arms of your father. Wrapping your own around his neck as well.
He holds you close, just as you always wanted him to. Not by the hair or arm like usual. Just like this. Like a father-
Something cold hits your tummy and you squeak. A ringing within your ears tunes out the world. Your e/c eyes widen as they turn glassy, not from the burn that replaced the cold steel stabbing your stomach, but, from the betrayal you felt when you looked into your father's eyes. They hold no remorse or sympathy. None of the love and care you wished for. Just a dead stare.
Head bobbing backward, your gaze now sets on the starry night sky where Lisa had told you Heaven was. A place where angels who help us stay, where if you follow the rules you will join them in eternal paradise. Where are they? Haven't they heard you the many times you talked to them? You did it exactly how Lisa showed you. Why have they allowed you to suffer?
It's not fair.
None of it.
Your dad always treated you like nothing. The angels and God treated you like nothing. They both made you, how could you be nothing to them?
Your face twitching was a familiar feeling, this time was different though. You could feel it in your neck as your head would jerk slightly. Eventually your lips morphed into a smile, your breathing huffed as you began to almost laugh.
Forcing your head back up again your father's hand stays on the back of your head, keeping you on his shoulder in the crook of his neck.
"Shh shh." He shushes, "It'll be over soon."
You tighten your arms around your father, so you're pressed into his neck, you open your mouth to bite down onto your his neck as hard as you could. In his immediate reaction to pull you away, you feel his skin rip and peel as your jaw doesn't relent it's hold. The sound of his pained scream crescendos, booming in your right ear. Once he does get you off he throws your small body back, he shoot up from his knees, resulting in him losing balance on the pond's bank to which he falls into the water.
The small pocket knife still resided inside your stomach as you lay still. Mouth, stained red, lips parted as you breathe. Although knowing you could very well die right here, you weren't afraid. You realized that death was everywhere in the world. All living things killed each other. It was nature. Circle of life. It all made sense now. Daddy was killing you out of nature.
But you didn't want to die yet. What do creatures do when they are threatened with dying? They fight back. You had to act quick, you could hear your father gathering himself.
You grip the handle of the blade, taking a breath you pull up until the knife is free. You didn't feel it. You didn't feel anything anymore.
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Sunlight peaks through the weeping tree branches, shifting in the misty breeze of the morning. The forest of Louisiana was back to it's natural atmosphere. Croaks and groans from animals and bugs of all species. You lay there in the mud and grime of water bank. One foot hanging over the pond's ledge, toes dipping into the water.
Your e/c eyes half lidded, unfocused. The night gown you wore drenched in mud and stained with blood, both old and new. Your small hand covers your weeping wound, other hand lightly playing with the grass beside your head. Laying there, you hum songs you've heard throughout your life. Breathing shallow breaths to continue your last melodies.
There was no fear, it was all peaceful.
You can't remember what happened after you were thrown to the ground; however, you do know your father's body now lays just a few yards away.
You hear foot steps around you, interrupting the melodies in your mind. The loss of blood and lack of sleep keeps you from wondering who is there. Through your blurry vision you can make out a figure in the dawning light. Pressure is applied to your small open wound. You hear the voice yet can't understand the words. You're picked up and taken in the arms of a stranger.
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-You woke up in a children's hospital.
-Bandaged and clean. Dressed in fresh hospital attire.
-There are other beds, some occupied other not.
-The ache in your abdomen there, but not unbearable when you take a deep breath.
-A nurse would soon take notice of you awake, hurrying over to check you over. Your glassy, dead like eyes make her tense in her movements.
-Once a doctor had been called, he did a thorough check of your vitals. Whilst he had moved to change to bandage on your cheek bone, a man and woman approached.
-Your name was then asked, to which you didn't respond.
-The man questioned if you remembered anything about the night before you were found. No response nor reaction was given.
-Your father had been identified, but, there was no record of him having a daughter. It was like you didn't exist, and to the public you really didn't. No one recognized you.
-The woman speaks up afterwards, she explains how you must have gone through something horrid enough your mind has shut itself off. Disassociating from the world and retreating to your own thoughts, where you'd be safe.
-With no family to speak of, you were sent to an orphanage where your wounds would be taken care of, you would be fed, cleaned everyday, allowed to play outside with other kids, and, where you could attend therapy. To hopefully coax you out of the depths of your own mind.
-Although, unbeknownst to anyone surrounding, you were more than aware of every little thing taking place.
-Adults would talk as if you couldn't hear them, that's how you learned your father's death was ruled a mystery.
-You also learned that a man out on an early morning hunt had found you.
-That very same man, had been by to check up on you the days following while you were in your healing slumber.
-Now, that very same man, is here to visit you after three weeks of residing in the orphanage.
"Well hello, um," he looks to the woman, "I never was told her name." He tells her. She gives him a remorseful look, "She's never told us a name to call her." the woman informs him, "Hasn't spoken once in fact. We've all taken to calling her 'Tiny' in the mean time, as she is rather small for her age."
The man nods, turning back to the petite girl sat at the crafting table. She was indeed tiny, if he had to guess, he'd assume she was around 7 years old, certainly not around 10 or 11. The girl was drawing shapes along the paper in front of her.
"Where are my manners?" He critiques himself, "My name is Alastor, and it is a pleasure to see you in much better health."
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