#personal requests

[nursesharkinfirmary]

Ruan Mei & Robin Replycons

surprise!! its more of the characters from my poll i decided to use !! we now have replycons!

Please do not repost! These were made for personal use!

icon mask by @.luigraphics

[hasgudagudadoneanythingwrong]

Can someone explain to me the fuckability of Saitō Hajime because I, I still can't see it, I look at this dude and he's just a box filled in with "???" I literally cannot discern who this person is or what is desirable about him help

I've only seen him in GUDAGUDA 5 so far though, does he do more stuff in the main story later and that's where y'all are getting this from?? I genuinely want to know, I feel like I'm missing something incredibly big here but I just cannot see it in the slightest and would like someone to please attempt to show me the light and tell me who the fuck he is and why he is so fuckable (allegedly)

[magma-frog0]

Johnny x Tae (personal request)

This is a personal request by a fan @tougherthanyou she requested fluff. She is a fan and if you want a post like this please ask.

"Hey Tae?" Johnny said looking at me as we walked through the neighborhood.

"Yes Johnny?" I looked at him taking a puff of a cigarette and handing it back to him.

"Do you want to come to the lot with me? It's fine if you don't want to, but it's getting late, and I wanted to show you something." He stopped and looked at me.

I looked up at the sky to see an orange and red hue as the sun was setting. I bet Pony is looking at it now from his porch, it's beautiful. "Sure, what do you want to show me?" I asked as I walked with him to the lot.

"You'll see," he said with a smirk growing on his face. When we got to the lot, he started a fire in the pit and pulled out a blanket that was tucked in a bush. It was not that dirty surprisingly. He placed the blanket next to the fire and laid down on it. He patted the spot next to him and I laid down next to him. "Look up." He whispered.

I looked and the sky was full of stars. "Woah- It's beautiful Johnny," I said looking at him. His eyes were fixated on the stars.

"Yes, they are." He said putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him. He was so warm, he felt safe. I laid my head on his chest. He looked down at me and smiled as his fingers played with my hair. His eyes are so dark and beautiful, his hand went from my hair to my cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing my cheek as his eyes went from my eyes to my lips. My face was heating up and my cheeks were flushed, and he slowly leaned in to close the space between us. My eyes fluttered shut to enjoy the best seconds of my life. He pulled back "I'm not sorry."

"I'm not either," I responded as I put my head back on his chest and continued watching the stars.

[daisys-reality]

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @ 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲𝐬-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

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[tr4shmouth-tozi3r]

‘What are you, jealous?” - richie tozier x reader

requested: yes & I love this one as well, jealous Richie is just so hot😍 I also appreciate that u trusted me to do this justice with such a vague request, I hope you enjoy this because I definitely enjoyed writing it:)

summary: Richie loved you and sometimes he loved you a little too much. So much that he would let his imagination get the best of him and then he’d find himself feeling a little jealous. You didn’t mind it all the time, though; jealous Richie was hot.

you guys are like 17 here.

pairing: richie tozier x reader

warnings: swearing, angst, lil bit of smut;)

-

“H-H-Here, luh-let m-m-me help yuh-y-you.” Bill grabbed some of the books you were struggling to keep hold of in your arms. Your backpack was practically falling off of your shoulder. You sighed in relief and smiled at your friend.

“Thanks, Bill.” You handed some of your school books to him and all of a sudden you heard your boyfriend’s voice ring out in the cold fall air.

“Hey, babe!” His face was flustered and his jaw was clenched slightly. He looked worked up.

“Hey, Rich!” You smiled widely at him and let him envelope you in tight hug, before your face fell, “What’s up, you look upset?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He mumbled as he tore your books out of Bill’s hands, “I got it, bud.” He flashed a sarcastic smile in Bill’s direction and you mentally laughed at how silly your boyfriend was being. Bill shook his head in amusement and said his goodbyes to you both before running off toward the front doors.

“What was tha-” Before you could finish your sentence his lips were pressing so hard against yours you thought they were going to bruise. 

“Nothing..” He whispered, out of breath, as he pulled away from you. You blinked fast, trying to regain your composure and steady your breathing.

“Well, shit.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and blushed at your boyfriend who was smirking down at you.

This was not the last time today that Richie would find himself fuming with jealousy over you and Bill.

-

You had lunch period with Bill, Eddie, and Bev and Richie would try his hardest to sneak out of class sometimes and come visit you, which you thought was absolutely adorable. 

Bill was telling a story about something funny Richie had pulled on Eddie a few summers back before you met them and you couldn’t help but laugh so hard you almost spit your milk out everywhere. You clutched Bill’s arm as the fits of giggles took over you.

“I remember that!” Bev cackled loudly and clutched her stomach, “Holy shit, I’m gonna cry, that’s hilarious! I totally forgot that happened!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sooo funny guys.” Eddie rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t fall right out of their sockets.

“What’s so funny?” You practically felt Richie’s eyes burning holes through your hand that was clutching Bill’s arm. You let go and squeezed your eyes shut before sighing as the rest of the table quieted down. You already knew he was in a jealous mood ever since this morning and that arm grab totally wasn’t helping your case.

“Bill had to go and bring up that time a few years back at the town parade when you made a fool out of me in front of everyone and had me dressed up like an idiot in the parade, which by the way, we weren’t even supposed to be in...” He grumbled.

“Wow, I even forgot about that.” Richie laughed, but it was a forced laugh. You had to admit, your boyfriend was totally overdramatic, but sometimes you couldn’t help but notice how hot he was when he was jealous. 

“It wuh-was a p-pi-pi-pivotal moment i-i-in our fuh-f-friend g-gr-group, I h-h-had to r-r-reflect on i-it.” Bill spoke in amusement and Richie snorted at him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Richie was definitely not amused. He squished his way between you and Bill and the awkward silence that fell over the five of you was not something you could ignore. 

Oh boy...

-

You and Richie were walking to the quarry so you could hangout for a bit after school. He knew how much you hated going right home. Your parents had been fighting quite often lately and it was beginning to stress you out a lot more than usual. You were almost certain there was a divorce in the near future and the thought of your parents splitting up devastated you. 

“G-G-Guys!” You both twirled around to see Bill biking his way over to you. You didn’t need to look at Richie to know his jaw was clenching like it always did whenever he was worked up, “Y-Y-You fuh-f-forgot y-y-your h-hi-history buh-b-b-book at l-lunch, y/n.” Bill was out of breath from riding his bike so fast to catch up with the two of you and you smiled warmly at him as you grabbed the textbook from his hand.

“Thanks, Bill.” 

“Yeah, thanks Bill.” Richie’s voice came out in a high-pitched whine and you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I do not sound like that.” 

“Uhhh…” Bill slowly turned around as the two of you began to bicker and he rode off before he could get anymore involved in the mess.

“Yeah, well that’s what you sound like whenever Bill’s around.” He was being so genuine that you stepped back away from him for a moment.

“What are you, jealous?” He stayed quiet and didn’t answer for a moment, “You’re actually serious right now?”

He shuffled his feet and looked down before sighing angrily, “Yeah, you know, he does things that I’m supposed to do for you. He carries your stuff, he makes you laugh to the point you’re literally holding onto him. He holds your things that you forget at lunch, all day long and then chases you down after school to give them to you. That's... that's boyfriend stuff. Stuff that I should be doing and it drives me absolutely crazy when it’s not me, but it’s him instead and you just don’t even realize how much it bothers me. For fuck sake, you might as well date Bill!” He threw his hands up in the air, emphasizing his words and you felt like he might have had a point. Bill was harmless, though. He would never do anything to hurt you and Richie’s relationship. Atleast, not on purpose. Richie really could let his imagination get the best of him sometimes.

“Rich-”

“No, I already know what you’re going to say and fuck, I know, I know. It still drives me crazy,” He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hips and digging his fingernails into them, “But I hate feeling like someone else has you the way I have you, because you’re mine and no one else’s and I’ll be damned if I let someone else do the things I should be doing for you.” He leaned into you, breathing against your lips. You could tell he was super worked up because his heart was practically beating out of his chest and against you and his face was flushed and... and he was turned on?

You clenched your legs together and inhaled a shaky breath, trying to register exactly how this got so hot so fast, “Rich, babe, are you turned on?” You let a small smile tug at your lips and you watched as he licked his lips.

“I mean, all this built up frustration had to come out somehow and I guess it chose to come out sexually. Why,” He let his breath mingle with yours, “Does that bother you?” He whispered and he reached up letting his hand cup your face and his thumb ran over your cheek softly as you shut your eyes and hummed sweetly.

“No, not at all.” You yelped suddenly, feeling his cold fingers slide up and under the skirt you had put on this morning, deciding you might as well wear it one last time before it got super cold. You were definitely thankful you had chosen to wear it.

“R-Richie.. we’re at the quarry, this is totally not the place.”

“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun,” He mumbled into your skin as he planted hot wet kisses along your neck, “And no one else ever comes here, especially in this weather. It’s just me and you.” You swallowed suddenly, your throat becoming dry from the way your breathing had picked up.

“Okay fine, I don't even care. You’re driving me nuts.” He smirked at the way you grinded your hips up, trying desperately to create some sort of friction and he leaned away, snaking his hand passed the band of your panties.

You moaned as his fingers ran along your folds, “You’re so wet, babe.” He cooed.

“What can I say, jealous Richie turns me on a lot more than I would have thought. I should make you jealous more often, huh?” You purred against his lips and he plunged a finger inside of you.

“Don’t make me mad.” His voice was low and his eyes were dilated and god, he was sexy. 

“If you don’t want me to make you mad or jealous, then stopping being so sexy when you’re either of those things.” You bit your lip and let a soft moan escape your throat as he added another finger, sliding them into you further this time. 

“Well, if it’s going to end like this I might have to be okay with that, huh?” He whispered before pulling his fingers out of you and reaching down to undo his pants.

“Yes, yes, yes.” 

-

So, this was short and I could have totally done better, but I’m trying to work on the requests as fast as possible. I’m sorry if the anon that requested this was not pleased with it, but I think it could have been a lot worse. Looool.

The rest of the requests will be up within the next few hours, bare with me here:’)

[sweet-cynical-writer]

Better off without you.

Alternate ending to Chibi the Cheater.

Personally requested by @atomicangel22 ♡✧*。

Warnings: Nasty Break-up, Toxic Behaviors, Mentions of Suicide, Physical Abuse.

Chuuya had been avoiding Dazai nearly all day. On their typical relationship, it would be the ginger reaching out to Dazai having a hard time getting a hold of the suicidal bastard. It usually pertained to nothing really important but yelling over the phone while completely wine drunk so Dazai eventually grew attached to make sure his chibi didn't over drink himself.

"Chibii!—"

The call was immediately dropped as Chuuya flipped his phone closed. He was meeting up with a certain detective that had an ego bigger than Yokohama.

"There you are. Where the fuck have you been? I can't keep waiting this long all the damn time because you decide to go for a snack run along the way."

Ranpo walked up to Chuuya and shrugged nonchalant. He wasn't concerned at all of the dangers since his ability Ultra Deduction gave him security in knowing what will probably happen.

"Oi, oi, calm down Orange-Pop. We got a deal remember? I get you wine, you get me sweet treats. And a little something more if I want."

He pulled out the bottle of wine shaking it in a teasing manner. Of course, how could the short ginger resist? He scowled as he pulled out the bag containing various treats imported from around the world.

They exchanged bags then before Chuuya could leave, Ranpo stopped him by grabbing his collar of his shirt.

"Hey, do you want to fucking—"

Too late to finish, their lips were locked in a kiss. The great detective even knew just how to use his tongue, exploring the Ginger's mouth until he grew weak. Chuuya cursed himself in his head as he began to see stars feeling consumed in the kiss.

Unable to hide in the shadows of the alleyway, Dazai stepped out and shot warning rounds around Ranpo's feet causing Chuuya to jump to attention.

"ENOUGH! GET AWAY FROM HIM."

Ranpo once more, not phased by the turn of events slowly put his hands up in a sarcastic manner. His squinted eyes opening with a sharp witted glare to them as if challenging the man.

"Ooh... So you do have emotions for my Orange-Pop don't you? I'm afraid your too late, I've become quite smitten."

He waited for a response but after a moment of his gaze shifting between an angry mafia executive and a very guilty looking Chuuya he shrugged losing interest.

"You two look like you have a lot to discuss. Since we are done here, Orange-Pop I'll take my leave first."

It didn't take much for Dazai to shoot another couple rounds at Ranpo's feet just before he turned to leave. He shot the tibialis posterior and the peroneus longus, two very important muscles that supports the ankle when a person was standing or tip-toeing.

"Crawl like the parasite you are. You'll be lucky to even live if you don't get home before I'm finished talking with my ex-partner."

Ranpo was a great detective, but he was definitely not expecting that to happen. He met the cold cement with a hard thud. His feet in excruciating pain as he used the strength in his upper body to drag him out of the alley, blood trailing behind him.

His glare cold and unforgiving as he forcefully grabbed Chuuya by the wrist hard enough to bruise. He let out a low grunt attempting to keep his cool until he let out a yelp being slammed into the brick wall of a building.

"You think I wouldn't find out? What is it about me that you have to find someone else to fuck with. Tell me. Why him?"

Dazai was growling and his words weighed heavier than the gravity manipulator would force on his victims. He swallowed hard like he had a lump in his throat only to be met with the man's hand wrapping around it tightly. An unforgiving grip as it crushed his windpipe until he was turning reddish-purple in his face before letting go.

"We are through, Chuuya Nakahara. I'm so sick of trying to live out this miserable thing we call living a life. Tell me, is there any value in the act of living?"

The ginger was teary eyed from being choked out and he was just staring blankly at Dazai. Like this shouldn't be happening right now. But he knew he fucked up.

"D-dazai please—"

But as Chuuya continued to plead, the mafia executive raised his gun to point at Chuuya's head which didn't change the state of his facial expression until that gun was now pointed to Dazai's head. A devious smirk on his lips knowing that he was going to hurt the ginger a thousand times over more.

"You have two options. I either kill myself... Or I leave the Port Mafia and we never talk to each other again. You have ten seconds to answer~"

Dazai began to count down vocally while smiling sickly. The gun pressed to the side of his head offering a clean shot to the brain. Chuuya was wide eyed and fighting the urge to continue begging to no avail. He loved Dazai so much he hated it. So why did he let himself get tangled in such a mess? He slowly parted his lips but nothing came out except a pitiful,

"I'm sorry. Please don't do it."

That only made Dazai's brown eyes darken blacker. He was dissatisfied with the poor answer and continued to count down.

"five..... Four....thrreeee~"

Dazai cocked the gun and his eyes widened in the same demented manner it was when he shot that dead body on their jointed mission for information on the mysterious purple explosion incidents. He closed his eyes shut and screamed out his answer before Dazai reached zero.

"GO! JUST LEAVE! I-I CAN'T LOSE YOU TO DEATH YOU STUPID MACKEREL!!!"

He only counted down to one and he let up on the trigger looking Chuuya in the eyes. The black voided gaze that entrapped him in a trance. He hardly realized that Dazai was walking towards him, until he felt the sudden sting of a slap across his cheek before being met with the harsh blow of getting hit with the gun to the back of his head, giving him a dazed feeling.

"Don't ever think you are capable of playing games with me."

Dazai brought Chuuya into a last embrace before sending a knee to his stomach. He shoved the ginger to the ground and walked away, not looking back.

[gildedmuse]

Hey, what's up?

(Unnecessary intro question, though I guess if you really need to talk and get something off your chest, you can go ahead and do so. Generally it's a more rhetorical 'what's up' but don't let that stop you.)

Have this image of Zoro, that way you know it's really me.

[Well, I think we all recognize that I just enjoy seeing this when I have to go to my own page]

So usually when I get stuck at a certain point in writing, I like to chat things out with my group. Usually through Discord. Turns out that while I have all that real life, awesome family time One Piece support I don't actually have any of that sweet online fandom-y support. Two very different support systems, both vital to a fans mental health and me finishing this fucking fic without throwing my phone into a wall.

Basically, I was wondering if anyone has any hook ups for like Discord groups or anything. Maybe like ZoLaw or I guess if they were a cool group and everyone loved Zoro and wouldn't mind me bitching about writing. I promise not to actually flood it with Zoro related thoughts - that is now what tumblr is for. It would just be helpful.

If not, this apparent has like 22 walls so I should be fine.

Oh, I'm Gildedmuse [technically I'm Gildedmuse (Mina) #7480]. on discord. Actually I've used this name since I was nine, so I'm that everywhere including AO3. I feel like that's basically enough information for anyone to give me a heads up if they wish.

Thank you!

(Don't know why I use that don't whenever I thank you guys. Just makes it feel like I've written a thank you card. More formal than necessary. But I'm probably gonna continue doing it.)