Hello hello!! This is a new account for all of my character fixations! Gotta power through the hyper-fixations somehow.
And so i’ve landed on a writing account! Here i’ll be taking requests! Reposting works and writing some of my own self indulgent stuff! Anything to do with my favourite characters and their fandoms really!
Larissa weems | Brienne of tarth | Lucifer Morningstar | Jane Murdstone |
The Devil Wears Prada
Miranda Priestly |
That’s it for now! But don’t worry! It will grow and expand the more i write and the longer i have the account! I’m just starting off smaller!
If you don’t see a character here that you’d like to see me write for then feel free to ask me about it in my submission box! That’s how i plan to branch out with the characters i write for!
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~Rules~
❌ What i won’t write ❌
explicit smut (suggestive content is fine)
Crossovers
Underage Character x reader requests that is isn’t strictly platonic! (or vice versa) (i will not write any situation / dynamic i deem inappropriate or feel uncomfortable with writing)
Any pairing including a real person (no actor x reader or shipping real celebrities together)
Age regression.
Gender swaps
Out of character behaviour
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💫 Things to keep in mind 💫
Work takes up a lot of my time! And i can be prone to burnout on occasion! So please be patient while waiting for me to write requests 💕
The more detail the better i can write! Be sure to tell me wether you’d like Angst, Fluff, Comfort, ect. What kind of reader am i writing for? What scenario and Details would you like to see? Is the dynamic Platonic or romantic? If you don’t clarify these things i will leave it up to my imagination!
Current work count: 5
Current WIPS: 5
Request Waitlist: 5
(Requests will close when i reach 5 WIPS and reopen when i am down to 2 WIPS)
following up extremely belatedly (and I see your requests are closed, so no worries if you never get to it), but I would love a dating Lucifer headcanon alphabet... 👀 if that sounds fun to write, that is, and again, wanna be respectful of your hiatus, so no pressure at all <3 <3 <3 take care!
Lucifer Morningstar - Fluff Alphabet
Includes: Lucifer Morningstar
A/N: Hello! Long time no see! I haven’t been active or touched writing in months! Here’s hoping this’ll reignite the spark! I won’t be doing all letters at once like last time, but will be updating this over time / with letter requests! (P.S to all those still waiting and interested in requests, I haven’t forgotten about you, even if it seems I have, I promise!)
WARNINGS: 🔞 unhealthy dynamics, power imbalances, Lucifer being lucifer, HEAVY angst, potential smut related themes (Not so fluffy oopsie, but I wanted to write what I think is true to the character)
Current letters completed: A, B, C,
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( A ) - Attachment - How hooked on you are they? How attached do they get
• A warning, dear reader. In this hellscape attachments are not just practical, they are transactional.
• This domain is punishing. And love is the cruelest punishment of them all.
• Hell is a lonely place.
• And everyone is running from something or someone.
• Each demon and dammed eager to forget. Taking any or all distractions they can sink their claws into.
• The Morningstar is no exception.
• No, Lucifer is not above the suffering this penitentiary inflicts.
• It is their punishment, after all.
• And despite their inclination for rumination, even they need the occasional distraction.
• You are that distraction.
• And what a lovely little distraction you are.
• When in their favour you will never slip far from the vipers grasp, even when physically apart.
• You have noticed that lucifer treats you differently to the others in their presence.
• They are charming, attentive, present.
• Other times, they are cold and distant, not summoning you for days. As though it were some punishment for a wrongdoing you were unaware of.
• It confuses you.
• Despite it all, you are certain they are attached to you, in some form or another.
• That isn’t in question.
• The question is will you still wish it once your mind betrays you with a growing flicker of doubt.
• That you may be little else but a convenient distraction
( B ) - Beauty - what do they admire most about you? What do they think is your best feature?
• Favours more delicate features.
• Those who posses more innocuous characteristics.
• However in the grand scheme of things, is not picky, or entirely caring.
• No physical quality you may possess is deemed offensive enough to turn their attention away from you.
• Do not ask them to pick out your best features.
• If you waste their time by asking dim witted questions, then they will waste yours.
• They will delight in watching you squirm beneath them, as they map out your each and every perfection, in an agonisingly slow motion.
• No part of you will be neglected or forgotten.
• Why pick and choose, when you can be worshiped as a whole?
( C ) - Craving - how do they feel when you are gone for a long time?
• You wouldn’t.
• Prolonged periods of time apart? Whatever for?
• No, you would stay comfortably their reach.
• There is not much that is out of their reach.
• There are however, per the laws of the universe, always exceptions.
• If lucifer must spend a long period of time apart from you, it is very likely thanks to a forced hand.
• After all, they do not like to share or depart with what is rightfully theirs.
• They are IRATE..
• Guarantee that they will stop at nothing to retrieve you, dragging you back into their orbit out of principle alone.
• Look close enough and you may start to see the smallest cracks of distress in their otherwise Impassive exterior.
• Masks their distress behind frustration.
• Which only grows worse by the hour, until you are found and returned.
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💫That’s all for now <3 I hope you enjoyed what i came up with! If you did then be sure to interact and let me know how you felt!! I would love to hear for you!! :) 💫
I feel like you’re the only person I can share this with that won’t be too parasocial to get mad : I’m very disappointed that gwen attended the gala knowing jeff bezos sponsored it. I know she never talks on all the issues happening around the world and that’s a little weird to me so all of this is very tone deaf imo
Yeah, I actually get what you’re saying and I don’t think it’s an overreaction tbh. The Met Gala has always been a very elite, wealth-heavy space, but knowing someone like Jeff Bezos is tied to it does make it feel a bit more “dystopian” for lack of a better word.
I also agree that there’s something tone deaf about millionaires participating in that kind of environment without acknowledging the bigger picture. Like, I definitely understand why Gwen would go, it’s obvious that fashion is something she genuinely loves and has been interested in since probably before wanting to act (and being on the Met gala host committee is a huge deal in that world) but that doesn’t automatically make it feel great to see as a fan.
I think for me it’s one of those situations where I can separate my appreciation for her work, from the fact that this specific choice sits a bit wrong. It doesn’t make her a bad person, but it is a reminder of how disconnected she (and that whole sphere) can be from reality.
I completely agree with this, I am very disappointed to see Gwendoline attend this years met gala, from what I know of her, and how she presents herself to the press and through our screen, I don’t believe she had any malicious intent, however she is still unfortunately complicit. And it did come across as disconnected, especially in our current political climate.
It’s important to recognise that we should never put any celebrities or public figures on pedestals, even the ones we love the most. They are still human at the end of the day.
I still really do enjoy Gwendoline and her work, though hopefully everyone who has attended the met gala this year, Sarah Paulson, with her ‘statement’ included, is able to reflect and do better. Because it is simply not good enough.
It costs upwards of 75,000 dollars per seat, for entry. Celebs are not exempt from this contribution.
Summary: You slip into Miranda’s office for one of your usual visits, confident everything is under control, until it isn’t.
Word Count: 1,093
Tags: Implied smut, fluff
The office was abuzz. Andy only picked up on it after an hour of overheard conversations where no one would directly tell her what was going on. A designer was coming. That much she was able to make out pretty quickly. Someone from Paris, to see Miranda. Andy didn’t hear a name, or recognize it if she did, but apparently she was a big deal.
Everyone seemed to be on high alert, waiting for her arrival. The word ‘lunch’ kept being thrown around. She kept trying to ask any one of the thousand questions she had, but no one seemed to have time to answer them, if they even let her speak at all. Fine, so be it.
You were all too familiar with the routine. You were set up in the finest hotel —whichever Miranda was least dissatisfied with at the moment— then you arrived at Runway at precisely eleven o’clock the morning after you landed in New York, you took the elevator up to her floor and walked through and right into her office, where the two of you would blissfully be left alone for as long as she deemed fit.
Though you’d met her at Paris Fashion Week, it wasn’t until three months later when she summoned you to New York that your arrangement with her had begun, and it was just that, an arrangement. Miranda didn’t do relationships, but that was how you, and practically anyone else, would define what the two of you had. Regardless what it was, you came when she called every time.
And so it was this time as well. You were already in the elevator, on the way up, and the same feeling coursed through you just like it had every time before; thrill, anticipation and pride all rolled into one. You’d ensnared the ice queen of the fashion world, and every time you saw her, you fell a little more in love.
As you weaved through the office to her door, you passed by Nigel, glasses perched low on his nose, scanning a rack of garments, though he didn’t miss your entrance. “Miranda has already asked as to your whereabouts twice.”
“I’m on time,” you told him, and you both knew it to be true. You sighed. “At least it’s good to know I’m missed.”
Nigel hummed in agreement and you carried on, opening the door to Miranda’s office and letting yourself in. Miranda didn’t look up right away, but when she did, it was to look at the clock, as if hoping to catch you being late just to scold you.
“You’re early,” she remarked, at last casting her gaze to you over the frames of her glasses.
“Being on time is late. It was you who taught me that.”
The softest hint of a smile raised the corner of her lip and she stood. “Come here, darling. I have missed you.”
You loved the way Miranda broke her own rules for you. She let her voice soften, those professional walls of hers came down, and she embraced you with a warmth she wouldn’t let be known outside of this space.
When she released you from her arms, she looked towards the door. “Door’s locked,” she questioned.
“Of course it is,” you replied. It wasn’t like you were new here.
“I didn’t think I heard it click,” she argued.
“Miranda,” you breathed, like a quiet exasperation was escaping your lips.
“Alright,” she relented, her hand coming to your wrist, lingering just long enough to feel your pulse jump beneath her fingers. Then she pulled you towards the couch, the one she’d had installed just for this purpose.
You undressed her carefully, knowing each piece of clothing had been meticulously selected for today, and no doubt all expensive brand names. Same applied to the black lace lingerie she’d chosen this time. You were less careful with your own clothes, which were also nice, but not nearly as treasured as the pieces that made up Miranda’s wardrobe.
The couch pulled out easily, allowing enough room for the both of you, and you disappeared with Miranda under the blanket that usually hung over the back. You fell into your usual pattern of worshipping Miranda’s body like it may be the last time you get the chance to.
Your appointments were the only time Miranda didn’t stick to her rigid schedule. You were her indulgence, and she would take as long as she pleased with you, and it was everyone else’s problem to rearrange her schedule to accommodate it.
And as you lay together afterward, Miranda on her back, you with your arm draped over her, you realized this may be your favorite part. Her hair was slightly mussed, but she didn’t move to fix it. Her lipstick would need to be reapplied, as it was smeared across your skin, but she was glorious like this.
“I could move here,” you said, not for the first time. “New York is just as suitable for fashion as Paris.”
Miranda’s eyes moved across your face. She appeared to be actually considering it this time. “You’d uproot your life for me?”
“You’re a part of my life. I’d like for that part to be bigger. So…yes, I would, if you’d have me.”
As you made your offer to her, the doorknob turned quietly, and the door creaked open, alerting you both but leaving you no time to save face as Andy slipped inside the office. “I know you’re expecting lunch, but you didn’t place an order,” Andy was saying,
“I thought you said the door was locked,” Miranda hissed, before Andy had turned around.
“I thought it was.”
“Miranda? Oh my god!” Andy shielded her eyes and turned around, cracking her shin into one of the chairs by Miranda’s desk. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing.
“Out, Andrea,” Miranda ordered.
“Yes, sorry. I’m going, I’m going.” She nearly tripped on the way out and you buried your head in Miranda’s shoulder to stifle your giggle.
“I’m going to fire that girl.”
“Don’t,” you urged. “Poor thing was a deer in headlights. Clearly no one told her about our standing lunch dates.” You kissed Miranda’s cheek in attempt to diffuse her outrage. It didn’t completely quell it, but it would have to do for now. “Now, about what I said.”
“Very well. It wouldn’t hurt to have you a little closer when the urge strikes.”
“How gracious of you,” you teased. Then, on a more serious note, “I’ll start planning the moment I get back.”
New-old BTS photo of Gwendoline Christie as Brienne of Tarth in Game of Thrones was posted by GOT Official Instagram account in celebration of the show's 15th Anniversary
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