Let's play a game called "How Messed Up Is Your Fanfiction Taste?"
Basically, you check the boxes from [this link]. The higher the score, the more innocent you are. The lower the score, the more of a degenerate you are.
I don't read enough fic these days to participate in this (stopped halfway thru like. I am just lying lmfao) but I proclaim myself Best And Most Fucked Up champion and now I havr a lil crown and scepter:3
Also thought some moots might enjoy this so I'm passing it along
Since you've seen The Boys I would love to see a fic that goes over how Temp V wrecked Butcher's bladder. Either wetting himself in front of Hughie because he didn't get out of the bathroom fast enough or being embarrassed by how often he has to pee now and how desperate he becomes.
I accidentally started a series thanks to your ask. I hope you enjoy part 1 of it.
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Organization for Transformative Works
Sorry For Asking For Another Request, But Can You Do A Cherri Bomb/Freeza Fic? Again, I Apologise For Bothering You.
Cherri Bomb is a woman. I don't write them at all. I do Male x Male things or nonbinary people like Morph from X-Men '97. This does not fall under either of them.
I Got One Request, Could You Do A Caesar Clown/Nakime Fic? I Wanna See What You Can Do With This Crack Ship That I Made.
Imma have to say no to this one considering,
1. I don't know the second character of that ship
2. From what I've looked up of them, it's a woman which I don't write most of the time. Purely for personal reason, I will one day.
I love having the knowledge that I'm well known for writing on a KHR server that I personally have nothing to do with. Having a significant other that loves to boast my work is odd. This is the third time they've done it.
So I'm writing a fic where Xanxus and Squalo both die, but wake up back in the past. Both never having really confessed to the other and now so used to life with the Varia rather than the lives they have as tweens/young teens decide to basically fast forward the events of their lives. Neither one knows that the other remembers their last life as well and it's going to be pretty headcanon heavy.
But I'm struggling with the first chapter. Under cut I'm going to post the first few paragraphs and I'd love some feedback if anyone is willing.
TW for main character death.
A fight to the death was an honorable way for any assassin, especially a swordsman, to go. Yet Squalo canāt find himself happy about his current situation. He wants to get up and keep fighting, but no part of his body is responding. Thereās a dull buzzing in his ears and he can hear the faded yells of his teammates. Maybe they were taunting him with the fact he wasnāt Varia Quality anymore or maybe they were nagging him for getting so hurt yet again orā¦ The worst possibility was the idea they could be begging him to stay with them, crying out in a futile attempt to save his life. He feels unpleasantly chill even when his blurry eyes can vaguely make out Lussuriaās sun flames being pressed against his bleeding wound. Though, through the fading in and out, he can feel a familiar grip on his hair. Xanxus wasnāt yanking it, more holding as much of the Rain flameās silvery hair in his grasp as he could. The usually loud swordsman wants to laugh, but all that falls from his lips are mostly pathetic puffs of air. The dark haired Sky presses the hair against his face, much like a child hiding behind their security blanket when trying to avoid a cruel reality life is throwing at them.Ā
Was his boss crying? Was Xanxus really so upset heās leaving him? At the very least, he can yell loudly with pride in hell that he never failed his promise to his Sky. Even if eternal damnation and torture awaits him the moment heās finally gone from this life, he can bear it all since in a way, he kept his vow to the man he loves so dearā¦ Squaloās eyes close slowly as he accepts his fate, vaguely hearing Xanxusā voice yelling at him though it sounds like the man is trying to yell through water or thick jello.Ā
āDonāt you goā¦!...Shitty Sharkā¦!...āThe rest of the dark haired manās words were unintelligible to him now in this state. Now Squalo simply waits for whatever afterlife awaits him. Being a born and raised Italian, he expects some form of Christianity hell for someone like him. Yetā¦ Thereās nothing.
Well, not exactly nothing. He feels warm again, like heās laying in some luxurious bed. He knows damn well the Varia has never had enough money to blow on fancy sheets and blankets and memory foam filled mattresses. Not to mention the Rain flame is also pretty damn sure thereās no way his team couldāve revived him unless they let him become some Vindice like zombie.
āHey, get up, lei!āA grating, young girl's voice yells at him. He was painfully familiar with the owner of said voice, his shitty little sister Delfino. Last heād talked to her, she was the Cavallone Famigliaās Rain Guardian and she didnāt sound so child-like. The swordsman opens his blue-grey eyes slowly and looks around. The room he was in was his childhood bedroomā¦ For a moment heād assume heās some weird heaven until he makes eye contact with his sister.
āThe fuck to do you want, voi?!āSqualo snaps at her, making Delfino gasp and flinch a little.
āLei!! Fine if you want to be late for school I donāt care!!ā
School?! Heās a grown man-... Squalo quickly gets up and looks at himself in the mirror, horror dawning on him as he finds his 12 year old self staring back at him. So that makes Delfino only 10 which explains her sounding and looking so youngā¦ This also explains the school comment.Ā
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