Hey there, I'm Cloud. I'm diagnosed with DID (thus endos and their supporters are not welcome!!) and ADHD so needless to say I'm always consuming media and getting hyperfixated on it. I decided (mostly by the encouragement of my partner @strawberryasparagus) to post my art and writing for the fandoms I'm in!
I get art/writers block a lot so I'd love to take requests (within reason haha) and get the ball rolling! I don't anticipate on ever closing my asks but please be patient as it might take a while for me to get around to stuff because I'm in college! (Also some alters in our system aren't super into the arts yada yada mental health stuff)
I'm primarily interested in writing for the Seduce Me the Otome fandom as well as Creepypasta, but I'm sure I'll expand my horizons at some point!
I'm also in the yumeship/selfship community! I selfship with James from Seduce Me the Otome! I'll post my yumesona soon yay!
Because I'll be posting both art and writing, I'll be tagging the post with the corresponding tag of Cloud's Art or Cloud's Writing for those who are interested in one or the other. Unrelated posts will be under Cloud's Yapping! Feel free to use my ask box just to chat as well haha.
hating on x reader fics is genuinely like. so weird to me .wowww someone wants to imagine dating a fictional character. wow someone did the mortal sin of pretending their fav loves them.. boo fucking hoo people are dying
Superbat meets the Kents for the first time is one of my favorite tropes for them. Ma and Pa Kent would be over the moon with anyone Clark brings home, it’s just baked in. They loved Lois, they loved Lana, and then when thirty-something Clark brings home a forty-something Gotham billionaire vigilante who looks like a super model except for the eyebags, they’re trying so hard.
Bruce clears his throat and says “I parked my plane in your corn field. I hope that’s alright.” And it takes Ma and Pa a moment to get over the words my plane before Pa says “The one near the barn?” and Bruce gives him the most bizarre look before replying “No, sir. The one you just harvested. I’ll backfill the wheel ruts before I take off, I know you’re planning on rotating crops for winter to fix the nitrogen” and Pa looks at Ma, Ma looks at Pa, and Pa claps Clark on the shoulder and says “This one…this one is more than okay.”
Can I pretty pretty please request some mushy gushy Sam fluff to rot my teeth?
Sure can!
This is the first time I've wrote something that was non-academic since my first day of college lol, read this with that in mind!
I kicked off my shoes in the direction of the shoe rack, I couldn’t be bothered to actually put them where they belonged right this second. I heard Sam shut the front doors of the mansion with a soft click followed by the sound of the various locks of the door sliding into place. I could feel it without looking that his eyes were on me, studying me, trying to figure out what to say or do.
“So… uh, that was shitty huh?” Smooth, Sam. Even after years together, he never got better at breaking the ice, “I mean, shittier than having dinner with your parents usually is.”
“Yeah, I guess. Sorry I brought you along, I thought they’d be better and stuff if you were around.” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair and finally turning to face him. He was staring at me expectantly, he was obviously waiting for me to go completely ballistic and start ranting and raving about my parents; questioning my sanity for trusting them to be better, questioning theirs for being so… them, hating them, hating myself, then sobbing. The usual scene he’s used to seeing play out after they finally wear me down into visiting them again, even though each time I swear that I’ll never let them in again.
But I just can’t bring myself to start that tirade, I mean, I feel exhausted. I knew why I shouldn’t have gone, I mean hell, Sam protested it the whole way there and even when we were at their door he told me that he could race me home and we could just order takeout. I knew that they would never change, I knew that I was silly for thinking they could. We’ve talked about this so much I just didn’t see any point in rehashing the conversation. It’s not like it would change anything, what happened happened, and I wasn’t really interested in reliving all of the horrible moments of my childhood which that conversation always dissolved into. I always felt so guilty complaining to him about my family, I mean, his father was the goddamn Demon Lord who was I to complain?
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt the whoosh of air on my body and my feet suddenly lifting off of the ground. I instinctively gripped Sam’s shirt as he lifted me into his arms in a bridal carry. The look on his face was conflicting, he looked pissed at my parents for upsetting me so much (and for all the comments they made about him) but sorrowful at the same time, he hated seeing me upset, especially if it wasn’t something he could fix.
“If ya don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but… y’know, I’m always here for you to vent to. I don’t care if we’ve had the conversation already, I’m never gonna hold it over your head. Your parents know how to get to you, I don’t blame you for going back.” I heard his voice rumbling in his chest, the cadence of it always put me at ease no matter what the situation was.
A simple thanks was all I could muster as I nestled my head into his chest. He was taking the time to walk up the stairs to our bedroom, I don’t know why he was being so gentle... it’s not like I was going to break if he ran up there like he normally would on any other day.
Before I knew it, I felt the cold satin of our bed sheets against my skin, bringing me back to reality. I watched as Sam climbed into bed and let himself fall into it with a plop, followed by him opening his arms wordlessly for me to climb into… which I did. I wasn’t stupid enough to deny myself cuddles.
The one thing about Sam that I had grown to appreciate was that he never pried if I didn’t want to talk about something, there was just that silent understanding to not touch the topic. Knowing I didn’t have to relive tonight if I didn’t want to helped me feel a little bit more at ease, allowing me to melt into his arms as they encircled around me. His hands found my shoulders and started rubbing circles into them, I didn’t even realize how tense I was.
“I love you, doofus.” He mumbled into my hair before pressing a kiss to the top of my head, continuing to rub my shoulders in an attempt to help me relax more. I giggled a little at the nickname, even after all this time I never got used to hearing it.
“I love you too.” I tilted my head up to press a kiss to his jaw, “The next time I get the bright idea to talk to my parents, please break my phone or like, lock me in the room or something. Anything to stop me from talking to them again.”
“Seriously? You want me to?” The humor in his voice betrayed my semi-serious request, a smile tugged at his lips, no doubt playing out the scenarios in his head.
I pushed him onto the mattress (more like he let me pretend like I could push him around) and laid on top of him, “I mean it! Don’t let me go back, they’re a bunch of stupid lying and manipulative assholes. I don’t want to keep giving them the satisfaction of making me upset.”
“Okay okay, I will. As long as you promise not to get mad when I have to.” His hands found my hips as I settled in on top of him, more than content to be my pillow.
“I promise!” I sealed it with a kiss, feeling that familiar energy pull when I did so, “Let’s just hope it’s a while before you have to pull out all the stops.”
“No shit.” Sam pulled my head onto his chest, earning a little oof from me as my head made contact. Usually I’d make more of a protest against his requests for me to rest, usually resulting in a wrestling match where he always won and I was too exhausted for a rematch, but honestly? I just wanted to sleep more than anything right now, and in the arms of my husband was the exact place I wanted to be right now.
I’m sure someday soon we’ll get into the nitty gritty of tonight and we’d make more of a plan to cut off my parents. But right now we're just resting in each other's arms and not letting them ruin more of our day than they already did.
I've been thinking about this ever since Michaela mentioned that in another universe it would've happened if there was more time/funding for SMTO. But I don't know if there's an audience out there of people who are still wanting male mc content.
Soooo, how many of y'all would want that?
Male MC/Mika rewrite
please please please please
gender-neutral is better
it's fine as is
Voting ended onMar 9
Additionally, do y'all want this blog to be more geared towards a male mc or would you want the option of choosing the gender for any requests? Let me know!!
Most elements made in ibis paint, assembled in flipaclip. Lineless background made using lasso tool
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