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Because I accidentally unpinned the last guidelines

Basically: Hi guys, I hope you enjoy scrolling through this blog! Requests are currently open so feel free to request whatever, provided that you do please read the rules first! Also please do specify whether you want a scenario or headcanons and we should be good to go :D lastly, keep in mind that asks that do not pertain to these guidelines may not receive an answer!

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Hi! Not a request, but more like an ask. I'm new to this app, so please tell me if I did something wrong. So I used to have a blog called 'Writermask-0807' from another tab. But that tab broke down, and I lost all my work and followers. So I used this tab to make a new blog, and I wrote two new fics. But the writing style I used for those two fics sound really similar to your writing style, and I m worried that I copied urs. So I'm want to make sure im not violating any rules, and to also ask ur permission to upload these two fics bcuz they sound a lot like urs.

Hello! I am barely active on this blog anymore (a huge apology to any followers who might see this post, a lot of stuff has been happening in my personal life + my laptop broke down and I lost a lot of my content;;;) but afaik, tumblr doesn't have any rules regarding copying other people's posts. Obviously it's still bad to copy, but I've been through your blog and I don't really feel any similarities. Plus, it's fine to have a similar writing style to someone else! Happens all the time :) You just don't want to go taking other people's ideas or straight-up copy+pasting their writing. Have fun with the blog!

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A little update: I have one or two requests in the inbox rn that I am going to get around to writing and posting! Otherwise, no plans for reader insert content, but if anybody’s interested I will be uploading other fics on my main ^^

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Hiatus again(???)

Hi guys...I think y’all might have noticed that I haven’t been posting much lately. Irl has unfortunately been hectic and I’ve lost a lot of inspiration for reader inserts, especially as the fandoms I’m in continue to shift and grow. I will probably not be too active on this blog in the future (though Mod Lily might always return sometime, who knows!) but I’d like to thank you guys for all the support and hope that you’ll continue to enjoy the blog, even if there might not be any new content for a while...I will continue writing on other platforms, however, so anybody who’s curious about that can just send a message and I’ll give you any info you need! Again, thanks for joining me on this journey <3 (that makes it sound very final but I promise I’m not saying I’ll never return to this blog or anything haha)

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Dog (Scaramouche x reader)

Warning: Toxic, Scara calls you a dog, super short Written for a pl I made _______ His underlings are fools, all of them, lowly filth that crawl so close to the ground they’re practically sinking into it- all of them, that is, except for you. You have a quiet voice and a steady gaze, lacking in both arrogance and fawning admiration. He has never seen you afraid. Not even when he struck a lightning bolt into the ground at your feet. You merely looked down at the ashy patch on the ground and bowed- “I am sorry to have offended you, my lord.” It infuriates him, filling him with a white-hot sort of wrath that makes him want to take your steady gaze and blind it forever, but the more he looks at you the more that wrath warps strangely into something else. Less of a burn, more of a simmer of interest. “Tell me, dog,” he says lightly, playfully, but with an undercurrent of danger running through his words, looking down at you as you kneel on the floor before him, “do you fancy yourself on equal footing with me?” You meet his stare evenly.“I will fancy myself whatever you wish me to, my lord.” He looks at you for a moment longer, then almost surprises himself when he finds laughter bubbling to his lips. “What a loyal dog you are. And what if I ordered you to see yourself as mine?” “Then your wish is my command.” He grabs your chin and tilts it upwards, determined to scour every inch of your face and commit it to memory; yes, how could he ever have hated this face? It’s beautiful, fragile, cold and collected on the outside but those eyes are so hopelessly devoted to him and only him. “Allow no one else to own you as I do.”

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A Line Without a Hook (Impostor!Albedo x reader)

Warning: hurt no comfort and heavy angst :))) plus it’s short as hell whoops Title from “Line Without a Hook” by Ricky Montgomery. Written for a playlist I posted on my yt here _______ He holds you close to himself, turning his back to the biting wind that blows through Dragonspine. Breathes in your scent, the scent of springtime bursting with life, and runs his fingers through your hair. Every time he touches you feels like rebirth, as if you’re taking his rejected husk of a body and reshaping it into something closer to reality. He clutches you closer. You laugh- “I’m not that cold, you know,”- and it’s adorable, really, how you think he’s doing this for your sake and not out of a selfish desire to keep you forever. But he only hums gently into your hair. Forever. Archons, he craves that. Forever with you, until the stars die out and Teyvat ends. Your hand against his cheek, soft and careful as if it’s touching someone precious, and your warm weight against him, your voice whispering a quiet ‘I love you.’ And aren’t you the first living being in this world to ever have spoken those words to him? “Albedo,” you murmur into his shoulder, “let’s go home.” The name, the damned name- a chill clutches at his chest and his fingers dig into you, straining to sink you into himself, keep you from floating away. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you more than life itself, and you love him too but at the same time you don’t. Not really. All the sweet words you tell him are lies, meant for another. Was all the happiness and warmth in life meant to be for him? For Albedo? Was he, the spare, always meant to be alone, detached from the world? From you? If so, he chooses to be greedy. He chooses to thread his fingers through your hair again and kiss your forehead, relishing the feeling of skin against skin, drinking in the colors in your eyes and the lilt of your voice. He’s yours, yours, yours. And for now, you can be his. He can pretend. He’s always been good at that. “Let’s stay just a little longer- I want to finish up my notes.” “Alright.” You smile, a smile that he adores and at the same time, hurts him in a way no wound or poison ever could. You’re smiling at a liar. A fake. “By the way- I love you. Thought I didn’t say it enough today.” You let out a surprised huff as he pulls you back into his arms. “I love you too.” He holds you as tight as he can, imagining he’ll never have to let go.

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My world, my stars, my endless sky (Zhongli/human!reader)

Warnings: very short, a n g s t, reader is dead ________ You were like snow in springtime- beautiful, rare, pure and fleeting. Your eyes were bright and smiling, your mouth sweet and soft. And he loved you. Love. After all these years of walking Teyvat, witnessing its blooming over and over again, he should be used to it- should find it commonplace, mundane, even. But instead the opposite is true. The more he witnesses love the more he remembers his own, buried deep in his heart and aching like the wound that took you from him. "..." He calls your name at your grave. Countless years since you have been gone and still, he yearns for you, hurts for you, pours out his blood and sweat and tears for you. Barbatos is beside him, green eyes sparkling with pity. “Morax- it's time to let go." He swallows hard, hands trembling around the bunch of silk flowers he holds to his chest. Simple flowers, common ones, but you liked them. As he cherished his contracts, you cherished the unconditional things. Birdsong, flowing water, petrichor, common little flowers, things that you welcomed with open arms. Your love was freely given, and for that he adored you all the more. My world, my stars, my endless sky. You, you, you. Barbatos is right- it is time to let go. It has been time to let go for, oh, so many years that he can barely calculate the cost of the time slipped by. But he is the god of contracts and he cannot, he will not let go of what little he has left. How can it be fair for you, who should have lived forever, to disappear into a distant memory, and for him to be content to forget? "Play a song for me," he says instead, quiet and still while his hands continue to shake, grief like gravity pulling him towards the earth he was once the master of. "You know which one." And Barbatos, kind enough to not reply, picks up his lyre and plays a lullaby. A song you sang to, once upon a time. He closes his eyes and tries to picture you, standing there before the headstone planted in the ground, your lips parted and your clear voice ringing in the air, singing of a journey ended and lovers reunited. Because you were romantic like that. To you I'll return, lover- the lyre sings, but all his thoughts can linger on is the here and now. You'll never return to him again. When he rests the silk flowers on your grave, he and Barbatos both know that he'll be back with more.

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May you please make a HC of how tanjiro would smell like? Oh and also may you add or make a tanjiro x reader AU? 2nd one isnt a must, and im not forcing you into any of this, but thank you for your time person! Enjoy your day and know that your awesome just the way you are.

Hi, I'd be glad to do this request but can you pls clarify what kind of AU you're looking for? ^^;;

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That kaeya fic was so lovely omg bless you!!!

Tysm!

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Let me take you out of this town (Kaeya/reader)

The dewy grass is cold on the soles of your bare feet as you rush after him, pulled after him as he runs ahead of you, cool fingers linked through yours. You're breathless, laughter bubbling at your lips. His dark ponytail whips in the breeze and brushes against your cheek as he turns back to look at you, his eye sparkling forget-me-not with amusement and vivacity- and it's normal for Kaeya to look amused, quiet and secret as if he's keeping something wonderful to himself, but right now he's got a brightness about him that seems to halo his entire being. He's excited, you can tell. You don't know why, exactly, but it makes your insides flutter. "Where are we going?" you ask him between gasps, and he just chuckles. It's not like his usual low, mysterious little laughs; it rings through the open air in a playful, almost boyish sort of melody. "You'll see when we get there."

And he pulls you along again. You follow, joyfully helpless, taken into his gravity and loving the indefinable embrace of it. The night sky is spread over your heads like an infinite canvas splashed with velvety blue-black, the color of his hair. Your boy, beautiful as a sapphire, worth the world and more. He finally stops at the top of the cliff, a high, grassy place that looks over Mondstadt and feels as close to the sky as you can get here; you breathe in the clear air and feel it fill your lungs, free as a bird, and he's not letting go of your hand. You look at him, still laughing. "Alright, so why did you drag me all the way up here again?" He just smiles, directing one slender brown finger at the sky. "Look." So you do, and what you see just about takes your remaining breath away. Stars. Stars falling from the sky in showers of silver, blazing trails of brilliant light across the night, wild streaks of iridescence on the blue-black canvass. Thousands of them shooting through the dark, reflecting off of each other and dappling your skin in a bright white glow. You gaze in awe, your lips parting, and then you look at Kaeya in delight. He's staring straight at you, eye wide and sapphire with starlight, and despite the only sign being the slight arch of his eyebrows and the curl of his lips, you clearly see the question in his face- the bated breath and anticipation. So you lean forward and kiss him. He tastes of sweet, cold wine, and when you pull away you feel warm and dizzy, a little bit second-hand drunk. "This is-" you struggle to find the words, laughter spilling from your lips again. Not the humorous kind, but really, truly delighted laughter that rises from your heart to your mouth. You can barely gather the words. "This is beautiful, Kaeya. Thank you." And he is a being composed of many secrets, your Kaeya, his easy charm and smooth charisma a shroud for the deep shadow that lies over him, but for this moment all of that seems to melt away and it's you and him standing under the sky while the stars fall around you, hands linked, foreheads together, and he kisses you again as if he can never bear to let you go. You're determined he'll never have to. His heartbeat stutters under your fingers where they rest against his chest. "It is beautiful," he says quietly, the shroud dropping away for a brief second, "but I like the stars better when they reflect in your eyes." And you understand this is his way of saying I love you.

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Oh yes 100% lumine is v cool. im always a sucker for the main characters haha

bestgirlbestgirlbestgirl

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I just need a quiet place (where I can scream how I love you)- Diluc/reader

Note: title taken from I Want You by Mitski. Reader is drunk. I also posted this drabble in the comments section of a pl on my youtube channel so if you see a Diluc playlist with this exact piece of writing, don't sweat it guys ^^;; _________ "You're beautiful." The words come out in a blurred, heavy sort of slur, barely intelligible, but they pierce through him despite their blunt edges and he stills, hands still gripping a cloth and a glass that he's been wiping down. "...what did you say?" You smile up at him dreamily, eyes half-lidded and sleepy. It suddenly occurs to him that you look soft and open like this, the angles of your face rounded out and the dips and hollows made gentle by the low, golden lights. His treacherous heart clenches in his chest. "You're beautiful," you repeat, simple and sweet. "I hope somebody loves you dearly. Somebody ought to." Could that somebody be you? The words catch somewhere between his heart and his throat. He can't bring himself to say it. Not now, not during this still, aching moment when you're slumped over on the counter, eyelashes fluttering, baring your soul to him as if you don't care that he sees it- as if this could be real, you and him, together tonight. And 'together' is a dangerous word for Diluc, a word that he's learned not to trust. The memory of Kaeya still rankles like an open wound inside of him. But you look at him with a simple adoration, unadulterated and pure, an emotion that he can't deny with mere cynicism. A thousand feelings swirl inside of him; he's not eloquent enough to express a single one of them. All he can do is look back at you with the glass still gripped tightly in his hand, wanting so badly that it aches to think about it. Does he dare to let himself have this? He'd like to ask you, because it always seems like you know these answers better than he does, conjuring them up with a bright effortlessness that leaves him speechless. But not now. Not yet. He is the darknight hero, protector of Mondstadt, yet he is not brave enough to simply reach out and touch your cheek. His hand just hovers aimlessly in the air before going back to the cloth and the glass. "I lack the courage to love you. Forgive me." A gentle snore is his only reply; he looks up and realizes that you've fallen asleep, cheek mashed up against the smooth surface of the counter, your hair falling into your face. Perhaps it's just as well that you didn't hear him. And because he is a dirty coward, it is only now that Diluc gains the nerve to lightly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He aches to kiss you. But not tonight.

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i play genshin!!! i’d love it if you end up writing fics for it

Yay!! I'm actually gonna upload a Diluc fic rn ;)

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Hello!! Welcome back. I got into genshin a few months ago lol. Whos ur fave character as of now?

Hiya, thanks so much! Hmmm I always have such a hard time choosing favorites but honestly I think it might be Lumine lol (even though she basically has no canon personality due to being the MC...idk man she just radiates girlboss vibes)

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Hi guys

So I’ve been absent for a while again but do any of our followers play Genshin Impact?? I’ve been sucked down the rabbit hole and I wanna start writing for this fandom haha

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Happy to see you back!! Hopefully life has been treating you well??

Tysm anon! Yeah I've had a rough few months but things are starting to come together now ♡

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Home (Rengoku/reader, kimetsu high AU)

for @rideorbed​ , this is very late + short and I’m sorry for that :((((  ...jeez I checked and realized this is more than a month late???? hhhh I hope you enjoy nonetheless;;;;

It’s been a long and productive day- of teaching, comforting, scolding, and all the other necessary things that come with being a mentor to a bunch of rowdy teenagers. Some of his coworkers complain, but Kyojuro often feels just as energized at the end of the day as he does at the beginning of it. There’s nothing more rewarding than seeing his students smile and wave at him as they walk home.

As much as he loves school, however, he does have a life outside of it. And he misses it when he’s away.

Kyojuro smiles to himself as his body sways to the rhythm of the racing subway. He dials a number on his phone.

“Hello?”

You sound a little rushed, but he can still hear the smile in your voice. It makes his own smile grow a little wider and a warm feeling seep into his chest.

“I’m on my way home.”

“Good,” you reply, and he hears the clatter of utensils, the dull chop of what might be a knife against a board. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

The rest of the trip home is a blur; he’s absorbed in daydreaming, thinking about home, the sweet, fresh-laundry-and-good-food scent of it, the dog that trots out to greet him at the door, and you. Silhouetted against the golden light of your shared apartment, jumping right into his arms and whispering “welcome home.” It’s a routine that he practices every day, but like with teaching, he never gets tired of it. When he reaches home, he’s practically sprinting to the elevator, almost dropping his briefcase in his haste. He can’t stop smiling. The old lady who lives on the second floor glances at his face and comments on his expression- “Now, what’s got you in such high spirits, young man?” “Oh, nothing ma’am.” He bows, lips still curling upwards at the corners. “I’m just happy to be going home.” He gets to the door and as soon as he turns the key in the lock he hears ecstatic barking from the other side, along with a voice- your voice- calling, “here now, hush!” The handle turns, the door opens, and a furry ball of joy barrels straight into his legs. Kyojuro chuckles, crouching down and letting the dog lick his hands, his face, his shoes. He raises his head at the sound of footsteps. And there’s you, just like he imagined, silhouetted against the light and wiping your wet hands on an apron as you smile at him indulgently. He opens his arms and you fit right into them, a puzzle piece intended for his embrace. He buries his nose in your hair and breathes in the scent- of you, of home, of sweet potatoes. Sweet potatoes? “Yeah, I made your favorite,” you say, laughter lilting in your voice. “Welcome home, Kyojuro.” He laughs; picks you up and twirls you around, making you squeak with surprise. “It’s good to be home.”