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✎𓂃 𝒉𝒊 ! 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕 ᝰ.ᐟ
i’m a 22-year old university student (they/she) trying to make their way through life at the moment! i love all things classical from music (forever a twosetter) to literature, birds of all kinds, and anime / manga (currently obsessed with bungo stray dogs, especially stormbringer)!
as music is primarily the focus of my life (and my major, hehe), i’ve recently come back to writing to give myself something else to look forward to. i figured i’d pick up the pen again after having spent an entire lifetime holding the violin. ♡ i’ve been on tumblr for a while as a lurker, but this is the first time i’m actually writing for my blog and interacting with people!
that being said, i’d love to try my hand at doing x-readers and connecting with more people, so here’s a list of fandoms and characters i’m currently open to and willing to write for / comfortable with as well as my boundaries and interaction rules!
note: for those who aren’t that far into the anime / manga yet, as there is a lot of double-crossing in the series, i’ve placed the characters in one group each to make them easier to find! and yes, i also write for BEAST!
✎ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔:
i can…
write for almost all genres! i’m open to doing things from tooth-rotting fluff to heavy angst, headcanons to one-shots and drabbles, or a good ol’ comfort fic!
also write for smut / yandere! 18+ requests are allowed, but i will have to emphasize that MINORS SHOULD NOT INTERACT. although i can’t completely control what you decide to click on, i would be more comfortable if those under 18 don’t interact with any of my adult / nsfw content.
do requests! i’m currently accepting requests so as long as they’re within what i’ve listed above and the boundaries you are currently reading.
write for all sorts of pairings for character x reader! feel free to specify and i’ll try my best to write them for you (as long as those specifications are within boundaries, of course).
(for bungo stray dogs) write for light novel characters! they will, however, most likely be tagged with spoilers for those who haven’t read them yet.
i will NOT…
write any 18+ / nsfw content for minors—that includes both writing for the characters below 18 and entertaining the nsfw requests of anyone who is also below 18. any work regarding characters who are below 18 is STRICTLY PLATONIC / FAMILIAL. i also refuse to age them up to write them for romantic / nsfw works.
write for rape / non-con, pedophilia, heavy abuse, incest, etc. dark themes in general / dark fics / interactions with blogs who have dark themes are okay with me and i do enjoy them every now and then as long as they remain fiction, DO NOT INVOLVE CHILDREN / MINORS and aren’t too extreme nor do they promote / romanticize any of those listed (and those that fall under those terms) in real life, but writing for those topics and the process of writing for them in general makes me uncomfortable, so i personally don’t write for things like that. also, absolutely NO proshipping (ESPECIALLY with things that involve children / minors) here!
tolerate the usage of AI for creative work, and that includes sampling any of my work for any AI outputs. please refrain from using my written works as references to train / feed AI!
accept requests if i do not feel comfortable writing them in general. if it feels too extreme for me, i won’t bother. sorry!
be able to guarantee that i can publish things on time. i am still a full-time student and have other responsibilities outside social media!
✎ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:
as usual, please be respectful! i generally don’t mind nsfw talk, but nothing directed at me or from ageless blogs / blogs run by those below 18.
DO NOT INTERACT if you are against the lgbtqia+ community / homophobic / transphobic, xenophobic, lolicon / shotacon, identify as a “MAP” (minor attracted person), ableist, sexist, proshipper, make jokes about rape, etc. this is a strict rule of mine as i do not want to make anyone uncomfortable on my blog and because you disgust me if you fall under any of those terms. you will not be tolerated and you will automatically be blocked. GO AWAY!
no personal venting / ranting, please. it is very likely that i do not know you personally, so please refrain from bombarding my inbox with personal issues!
no stealing, reposting, or copying any of my works! translations are allowed, but please ask first and credit me! i also have an ao3 account which i will link here soon.
IMPORTANT: if i’m doing something / have said something that makes anyone uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO REACH OUT AND TELL ME! i’m still new to this whole tumblr thing so the last thing i want is to leave sour interactions with anyone here. ˊᴖˋ
now that all of that’s out of the way, thanks for scrolling this far! i hope to make friends with you guys and have some fun bringing back an old hobby of mine through my fandoms! feel free to fire away in my inbox! ♡
HIIIII I AM STILL ALIVE!! I WANTED TO SEE HOW YOU ARE DOING :D
OMG HI I MISSED YOU !! I’M DOING ALRIGHT :> i’ve been more active on twitter and instagram recently (a little bit on tiktok every now and then) and i’ve been indulging in my yumeship a lot more (my accounts there are yume-centric lmao) hihihi 🫶
i’ve procrastinated on this yumeship art with verlaine for two months and only now am i getting around to finishing the lineart and coloring
unfortunately, my sona mogs him here because the soloist is supposed to stand out while the accompanist is meant to dress in a simpler fashion lmao
anyway, i’m trying my hardest to stick to bones studio’s art style :> i only started drawing last september so please forgive me for not knowing what i’m doing 🙇
this is the poster it’s based on! it’s from your lie in april :)
tagging @csh0ng0r888, @plakatmaganybanazoejjelek, @cadentaylor, @emiliomukmere, @defektesabroncs, @makosgubahuszar, @marx-and-cola, @papanni and @micromacro222 + anyone who wants to do this one
peep… more yumeship content while i’m busy trying to come up with flags x reader hcs
hope you don’t mind more self-indulgent stuff from me LMAO i’m working on some more x-reader content, i promise! i haven’t and never will abandon my projects here (especially my stormbringer collection) 🫶
Characters: Paul Verlaine x child!reader (platonic)
Word count: 546
This fic is not proofread! Apologies for any mistakes this is an old oneshot!
To simply put it; Verlaine wasn’t the best father. He wasn’t prepared for fatherhood, and even after Y/N entered his lifestyle still never changed much. He was stubborn to endure it didn’t
Aside from the basement of the Port Mafia (where he resides) now scattered with toys and other amenities fit for a young child your age, it still didn’t help you to not feel cramped in the basement.
Verlaine was currently writing at this desk, occasionally looking in his peripheral to see you packing up some snacks and beloved toys in one of your small bags. You claimed to be running away, a common occurrence that always ends in two ways; You coming back a couple minutes later. Or one of the Port Mafia executives being forced to go and grab you.
After zipping up your bag and stomping toward the basement door, Verlaine finally decided to speak up, “I heard there’s a high chance of rain, Y/N. Don't forget to grab your rain coat.”
“I don’t need it.” You sat with a huff.
Your father shakes his head, stifling the smallest chuckle before turning to face your direction. “Really now? I assume you have a way to stay dry? Because I would hate to deal with a child with a runny nose.”
You shake your head vigorously, in a way Verlaine notes like a dog drying itself off.
“I don’t answer to you anymore!” You spat. “I’m listening to myself from now on! And if I don’t want a coat, then I won’t get one!” An argument that barely moves Verlaine. Only a slight raise of the brow like he was trying to make himself seem intrigued.
“…Uh huh. I see. Well I suppose if you only listen to yourself, then I’ll have to let you catch a cold and die.”
You blink. Stunned. Sputtering, “What?” Verlaine only nods and hums. “Mhm. You’ll die.”
Well, dying wasn’t good… And you know that illnesses can definitely kill people… so this was entirely possible!!… The mere idea made your heart surge in panic. You threw off your bag and rushed to the coat rack, hastily slipped on the puffy black winter coat you’ve barely even worn. Then, pull up the hood over your head. Perfect.
“And an umbrella.” Verlaine adds, turning back to his desk. “You really do not want to risk catching something. Because then you’ll spread it to me if you come back. And we’ll both die.”
That was bad too… You dying is bad… But your father dying too?! You’d be awful for that… Think of how sad the world would be.
“Mhm! Umbrella!” You give a still nod, then reach for the smallest umbrella hanging nearby. Now, you’re ready.
With your backpack back on, new jacket, and umbrella, you were prepared to face off the world alone. With a few steps up the stairs and to the basement door you shout, “Goodbye, forever!”
“Goodbye, Y/N. Make sure to keep your coat on.”
Then,
SLAM!
The basement is empty, void of your noises. But you’ll be back eventually. After all, there’s a small tracker inserted on the inside of your coat’s pocket. Verlaine will give it about a few minutes before he calls Chuuya to come pick you up.
another fic for the dearest @sincerely-sonnet
it felt short so i decided to add a bit at the end❤️
Characters: Paul Verlaine x child!reader (platonic)
Word count: 546
This fic is not proofread! Apologies for any mistakes this is an old oneshot!
To simply put it; Verlaine wasn’t the best father. He wasn’t prepared for fatherhood, and even after Y/N entered his lifestyle still never changed much. He was stubborn to endure it didn’t
Aside from the basement of the Port Mafia (where he resides) now scattered with toys and other amenities fit for a young child your age, it still didn’t help you to not feel cramped in the basement.
Verlaine was currently writing at this desk, occasionally looking in his peripheral to see you packing up some snacks and beloved toys in one of your small bags. You claimed to be running away, a common occurrence that always ends in two ways; You coming back a couple minutes later. Or one of the Port Mafia executives being forced to go and grab you.
After zipping up your bag and stomping toward the basement door, Verlaine finally decided to speak up, “I heard there’s a high chance of rain, Y/N. Don't forget to grab your rain coat.”
“I don’t need it.” You sat with a huff.
Your father shakes his head, stifling the smallest chuckle before turning to face your direction. “Really now? I assume you have a way to stay dry? Because I would hate to deal with a child with a runny nose.”
You shake your head vigorously, in a way Verlaine notes like a dog drying itself off.
“I don’t answer to you anymore!” You spat. “I’m listening to myself from now on! And if I don’t want a coat, then I won’t get one!” An argument that barely moves Verlaine. Only a slight raise of the brow like he was trying to make himself seem intrigued.
“…Uh huh. I see. Well I suppose if you only listen to yourself, then I’ll have to let you catch a cold and die.”
You blink. Stunned. Sputtering, “What?” Verlaine only nods and hums. “Mhm. You’ll die.”
Well, dying wasn’t good… And you know that illnesses can definitely kill people… so this was entirely possible!!… The mere idea made your heart surge in panic. You threw off your bag and rushed to the coat rack, hastily slipped on the puffy black winter coat you’ve barely even worn. Then, pull up the hood over your head. Perfect.
“And an umbrella.” Verlaine adds, turning back to his desk. “You really do not want to risk catching something. Because then you’ll spread it to me if you come back. And we’ll both die.”
That was bad too… You dying is bad… But your father dying too?! You’d be awful for that… Think of how sad the world would be.
“Mhm! Umbrella!” You give a still nod, then reach for the smallest umbrella hanging nearby. Now, you’re ready.
With your backpack back on, new jacket, and umbrella, you were prepared to face off the world alone. With a few steps up the stairs and to the basement door you shout, “Goodbye, forever!”
“Goodbye, Y/N. Make sure to keep your coat on.”
Then,
SLAM!
The basement is empty, void of your noises. But you’ll be back eventually. After all, there’s a small tracker inserted on the inside of your coat’s pocket. Verlaine will give it about a few minutes before he calls Chuuya to come pick you up.
another fic for the dearest @sincerely-sonnet
it felt short so i decided to add a bit at the end❤️
Characters: Paul Verlaine x child!reader (platonic)
Word count: 336
This fic is old and heavily inspired by Shadow’s and Maria’s relationship in the Sonic 3 movie and Sonic Adventure 2 game. Verlaine is in the position of Shadow and Y/N is a Maria
After a particularly bad week ending in near death, Y/N’s parents made the decision to send Y/N to live in the research center their grandfather worked in (with Pan’s permission of course) after Y/N managed to recover.
Moving day brought Y/M to see so, so, many things! Y/N’s grandfather even showed them some papers he was working on about a research subject called ‘Black No. 12’, and him being the possible link to a cure for Y/N’s illness.
Y/N was rollerskating through the halls of the research facility with their final box of items when they stumbled upon a large room, illuminated by a big green tube, inside containing what looked like a human floating in the liquid?
The man turned toward Y/N as they approached, his stern expression slightly off putting. However, Y/N had the brilliant idea in taking out a sharpie and doodling a smiley face over the glass, much to Black No.12’s confusion.
Yeah, he’ll be the perfect friend in this facility.
Some days were hard thanks to NIDS. Y/N would have to be in a wheelchair, and when it’s really bad Y/N could barely see. But Y/N’s friend, whom they named ‘Paul Verlaine’ was so patient despite it all. No matter if he was tired from tests, he had the energy to roll Y/N around in their wheelchair and read a story if asked
Tonight the two of you were watching the Êta Aquarides from the windows of the facility, enjoying the quiet night when Verlaine asked;
“…Y/N, are the stars really as beautiful from the outside as they are from here?”
Characters: Paul Verlaine x child!reader (platonic)
Word count: 336
This fic is old and heavily inspired by Shadow’s and Maria’s relationship in the Sonic 3 movie and Sonic Adventure 2 game. Verlaine is in the position of Shadow and Y/N is a Maria
After a particularly bad week ending in near death, Y/N’s parents made the decision to send Y/N to live in the research center their grandfather worked in (with Pan’s permission of course) after Y/N managed to recover.
Moving day brought Y/M to see so, so, many things! Y/N’s grandfather even showed them some papers he was working on about a research subject called ‘Black No. 12’, and him being the possible link to a cure for Y/N’s illness.
Y/N was rollerskating through the halls of the research facility with their final box of items when they stumbled upon a large room, illuminated by a big green tube, inside containing what looked like a human floating in the liquid?
The man turned toward Y/N as they approached, his stern expression slightly off putting. However, Y/N had the brilliant idea in taking out a sharpie and doodling a smiley face over the glass, much to Black No.12’s confusion.
Yeah, he’ll be the perfect friend in this facility.
Some days were hard thanks to NIDS. Y/N would have to be in a wheelchair, and when it’s really bad Y/N could barely see. But Y/N’s friend, whom they named ‘Paul Verlaine’ was so patient despite it all. No matter if he was tired from tests, he had the energy to roll Y/N around in their wheelchair and read a story if asked
Tonight the two of you were watching the Êta Aquarides from the windows of the facility, enjoying the quiet night when Verlaine asked;
“…Y/N, are the stars really as beautiful from the outside as they are from here?”
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