for the underrated

I make fan-fiction for unpopular fandoms ex: blasphemous, berserk ect. AGE:17 PRONOUNS:any NAME:genesis

[notme123stuff]

masterlist

★BLASPHEMOUS★

headcanons: none one shots: ★goddess reader x desperate penitent one ★VAGABOND★ headcanons: none one shots: none ★BERSERK★ headcanons: ★Jealous guts/griffith x reader one shots:

★possessive griffith x reader pt 1 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

rules for requests:

I will: ★ fluff ★ slightly suggestive ★ angst ★ platonic fics ★ Queer fics (please specify!) I will not: ★ NSFW ★ Adult x minor ★ gore

I have the right to refuse to wright your request

[notme123stuff]

meow

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Yo you alive? Still accepting requests?

yes and yes

[notme123stuff]

FINALLY SOMEONE IS WRITING ABOUT BERSERK CHARACTERS!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭

ofc :)

[notme123stuff]

Hi Uhm I’m new to tumblr so idk how this works but could you kindly do a fic with like Griffith x reader where reader is like female Guts and he’s obsessed and infatuated with her so much and he’s possessive and one night they sleep together and he convinces her to sleep with him? Because she was going to leave or something that night

ofc :) WARNINGS: possessiveness, reader and griffith just sleep not like sleep sleep if you get what i mean. yall should be fine it aint that hardcore per say your shoulders ace as you lift your sword to strike, though it isn't too big it is definitely taller than your already muscular body. but you are used to it. you got used to it for him, this event has repeated so much that you don't feel the deja vu anymore. you had killed so many other people for him. Though you do have more leisure time with your choices, after all, you're so good at your job. you were born on the battlefield and were made for it. The sound of steel clashing against steel echoed through the night, the battlefield littered with the remnants of your work. Blood splattered across your face, mixing with the sweat and grime from the relentless combat. Your sword felt like an extension of your arm, a tool you wielded with deadly precision, all for him. You sheathed your blade, surveying the bodies that lay at your feet. The rhythmic pounding of your heart, still calming down from the battle, filled your ears. It was just another night. Another slaughter for his cause. "You're still standing," Griffith's voice rang softly from behind, smooth and laced with an almost imperceptible admiration. He had that way about him—his words like a caress, but with an edge that could cut as deeply as your sword. You didn’t turn to face him. You didn't need to. You could feel his gaze burning into you, the same way it always did. He watched you, always watching. "I’m always standing," you replied gruffly, wiping the blood from your hands on your armor. Your muscles ached, your bones tired, but you were used to it. You’d grown accustomed to the endless cycle of violence, fighting for his ambitions, his dream. But lately, that dream felt like a cage tightening around your chest. For a long time, you didn’t question it. You followed him, fought for him, bled for him—because you had nowhere else to go. But tonight… tonight you felt different. There was a gnawing ache in your chest, one you couldn’t ignore any longer. You’d been thinking about leaving. Finally breaking free. You inhaled deeply, turning to face him. His pale hair glimmered in the moonlight, eyes were like icy pools that seemed to draw you in. Griffith was the embodiment of everything you once thought you wanted, but now… now you weren’t so sure. "I'm leaving after this," you said, your voice steady despite the tension between you. "I've done enough." pt 2 will be released

[notme123stuff]

Can I message u?

sure

[notme123stuff]

hello! just wanted to say that i am working on my fics request and that i did not disappear, thank you to everyone who requested

[notme123stuff]

y'know......im open for requests......

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Anyone want art?

yassssssss🥰🥰🥰

nahhhhhh😡😡😡

Voting ended onAug 2, 2024

I draw……..

[notme123stuff]

Hello, can you make a headcanon of how the Berserk characters would react if they were jealous? especially with griffith

yay second request! sure :D (english is not my first language fyi) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ GUTS

★ it will be hard to notice a change in him because of how he rarely shows any of his emotions, well maybe besides anger. though is quite possessive of what's his.

★but after noticing that you were talking to someone else's who he doesn't approve or likely doesn't even know, expect to be dragged away and questioned by him ★he would glare at the comrade and back at you as he drags you by the hand ★ its not like he doesn't trust you and thinks that you will cheat, its just he doesn't want anyone thinking they have a chance with you

★ "who is he?" "oh, he is just a new guy" "hmm"

★ he isn't really a fan of PDA so instead he will follow you around or stand behind you menacingly as you talk to anyone ★ he will hug you and cuddle you once you are done and back at his tent GRIFFITH

★ you generally won’t notice him being jealous until the other person goes too far

★ he has a lot of trust in you so he really won’t get jealous, at least you think he won’t.

★ instead of telling the person to leave he’ll come up from behind and put his arm over your shoulder

★ “watcha talking about?” He asks while hugging your shoulders “y/n is great ain’t she?” He smiles and hopes the person got the hint

★ he always talks about you to his comrades about how strong and adorable you are

★ overall not too worried about any competition for you because EVERYONE knows you are his and are not willing to bet there lives.

★ always has his arm over your shoulder or is holding your hand

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I hope you like this! Let me know if you want casca or anyone else

[notme123stuff]

goddess reader x desperate Penitent one (blasphemous) fluff :3

:0...damm somebody actually requested....i was currently working on something else but sure! TW: nahh...yall be fine, english is not my first language, if you want a translation to russian feel free to ask. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃

Tired... and feeling a profound sense of foolishness, he trudged through the bitterly cold snow, his mind clouded with a mix of despair and resignation. His knees trembled, each step a ponderous effort, as he pressed a trembling hand over the wound that steadily leaked life from his body. The futile attempt to stanch the flow was abandoned, his resolve waning, and he let his sword drag along the grueling, rocky ground, its weight a symbol of his burdened soul.

He slung the sword over his shoulder, its heft pressing down on him like the guilt he could never shake. He paused, breath heavy, labored, the cold air slicing through his lungs like shards of glass. It was all too heavy, this existence, this relentless struggle. But he pushed on, driven by some inexplicable force, a stubbornness perhaps, until he reached the place where the olive tree withers.

Under its gnarled, lifeless branches, he sank to the ground, feeling a rare flicker of relief amidst his torment. For a moment, the world seemed to pause, and he allowed himself the brief luxury of closing his eyes under the cold, confining embrace of his helmet. Here, at the edge of his strength, beneath the dying tree, he found a strange, fleeting peace.

As he sat beneath the withered olive tree, the Penitent One felt a presence, ethereal yet comforting. A warm light began to pierce through the somber gloom, bathing him in a gentle glow. He dared not open his eyes, fearing it was a cruel trick of his fatigued mind.

"Rest, weary soul," a soft voice murmured, echoing like a soothing lullaby in the frigid air.

He slowly lifted his gaze, eyes widening beneath his helmet as he beheld a figure of serene beauty standing before him. Her form shimmered with a celestial radiance, her eyes filled with an understanding that seemed to pierce through the very core of his suffering. he trembling with awe and exhaustion.

"I am the Goddess of Compassion," she said, kneeling beside him with a grace that seemed otherworldly. Her hand reached out, a gentle touch that sent a wave of warmth through his body, easing the pain of his wound.

He could scarcely believe it, the touch of divinity so foreign yet so desperately craved. why would she help him? he is nothing but a wretched soul, burdened by sin and sorrow.

Her eyes softened, a tender smile gracing her lips. "Even the most tormented souls deserve solace, Penitent One. Your suffering has not gone unnoticed. Let me ease your burden, if only for a while."

With a delicate wave of her hand, the cold seemed to retreat, replaced by a comforting warmth that enveloped them both. She sat beside him, her presence a balm to his weary spirit.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to lean against another, to feel the kindness and compassion he had long thought lost to him. She held him, her embrace gentle yet firm, and whispered words of solace and hope.

As the night deepened, the Penitent One found himself drifting into a peaceful sleep, cradled in the arms of the goddess. In that moment, beneath the withered olive tree, a spark of hope ignited within him—a promise of redemption and a glimpse of the love and compassion that still existed in the world.

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this is my first request i ever had so i hope you like this!

[notme123stuff]

Are you still active?

yeah, working on it. thanks for the reminder tho

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pancakes or waffles?

waffles

pancakes

dont care

Voting ended onJun 7, 2024

[thechekhov]

I've had this little idea in my head for a while now, so I decided to sit down and plot it out.

Disclaimer: This isn't meant to be some sort of One-Worksheet-Fits-All situation. This is meant to be a visual representation of some type of story planning you could be doing in order to develop a plot!

Lay down groundwork! (Backstory integral to the beginning of your story.) Build hinges. (Events that hinge on other events and fall down like dominoes) Suspend structures. (Withhold just enough information to make the reader curious, and keep them guessing.)

And hey, is this helps... maybe sit down and write a story! :)

[haru-kuneko]

This looks like a helpful way to build a story (*´∀')b

I am mostly an intuitive pantser (mostly a writer who just designs her characters and later writes the story as she goes on) but at least I have a bit of structure in mind and not just regurgitate things. I mostly stick to writing a quick summary and a few notes to guide me.

I start introducing the characters and their relationships, then slowly it builds up to whatever bigger challenge they'll be facing later on. If it's got heavy worldbuilding and lore, at least have a prologue or introduction before the first chapter. Most importantly, try to review what you've previously written to avoid inconsistencies.