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[prettyinpeaches]

Claire’s VIP List

By popular demand, I’ll be trying (key word) to separate out my taglists. I don’t think I’ll be doing it by character—rather by fandom. So we’ll have:

• DC (just Superman 2025 as of rn)

• Supernatural

• The Walking Dead

• The Boys

• Everything/all of the above

So just let me know me know which you’d like to be a part of 🫶🏻 tagging my current everything taglist below and updating it as I go

GEN TAGLIST @spxideyver @tendertulip @n-o-p-e-never @fandomchik @tinas111 @0ccvltism @cupidzbunny @losers-clvb @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @thatg8rl @angelically-yours @dina-winchester @ilikw @lupinslibraries @kyleighsstuff @sadpods @mochminnie @spookyysinsanity @mindfulmesses @paristheonewhoreads @prettywhenipanic @mostlymarvelgirl @shortcyclicalstoner @dead-sirens @boba-is-a-soup @l3tholog1ca @allthingswickedpodcast @musesfromashes @mollymal @sh1a10 @castielscaplan

DC @wwvvii @never-brooks @maneaterarabella @deans-yn @ohperiodtpoohhh @lunaleah @httpstoyosi @xanaxiii @justjjkin

Supernatural @wwvvii @suckitands33 @scrmqwn @k-illdarlings @never-brooks @maneaterarabella @winchestersbgirl @lolajeane @fratboychrisera @ladykitana90 @pieandflannel @deans-yn @ohperiodtpoohhh @lunaleah @poisonivy2267 @k4marina @rxi-pop @cranberrysauce666 @kimxwinchester @lyarr24 @iheartrachel20 @artemys-ackles @mrs-cactus69

The Boys @wwvvii @suckitands33 @scrmqwn @k-illdarlings @never-brooks @maneaterarabella @lolajeane @fratboychrisera @ladykitana90 @pieandflannel @deans-yn @ohperiodtpoohhh @lunaleah @poisonivy2267 @k4marina @rxi-pop @cranberrysauce666 @billyipa @kimxwinchester @lyarr24 @iheartrachel20 @artemys-ackles @mrs-cactus69 @emptyyspaace @mshkcdies

TWD @wwwdotwebsitedotcommed @xanaxiii @lxst-sxxl @fandomfairyprincess

[larsandthewritergirl]

⋆˚࿔ Lars and the writer girl𝜗𝜚˚⋆

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

Evie! 20 She/her Goose writer masterlist

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

I write for:

Lars, Holland, Noah, Ken, Ryland, Driver, (Sometimes colt) Luke, Dan Open to others :p

Will not write large age gaps, anything that infantilizes reader, not comfortable with anything abusive or feet stuff , noncon, LOL but willing to write most other stuff :D I also write fluff and angst 💞

Using/ writing my ideas/ headcanons/ intellectual property without proper credit will warrant an immediate block :( plagiarism is a big deal!

[love-leah]

illogic and foolish emotion

by @bighoneyenergy and @love-leah

carlos/oscar | star trek au | 4.2k | explicit

Oscar has been through decontaminations before; he clears his mind by tracing patterns in the little dot-lights along the walls. There is only this: smearing the gel down one thigh then the other, pumping another chilled dollop of it for each calf, and not listening to the wet sounds from Carlos's side of the room. "Room" is generous – it's more vestibular, hushed and humid from the heat of their bodies, the smooth metal walls lit in cool, dim blue.

An elbow jabs into his back.

"Watch it, Sainz.'"

[sxp3rpoet]

hey, boy!

black!swedish! mcbling! reader x katsuki bakugo.

sypnosis; you've always had a little interest for katsuki, and always wanted to meet the infamous attractive firecracker, so mina decides to take you as her plus one for one of the most known parties in college. katsuki's birthday.

warnings; not edited, college au! characters are aged up as well. cursing, fluff, mature! bakugo. kinda very ooc! izuku midoriya, more fluff, mcbling! mina as well, because who's gonna be mcbling with you? love at frist sight type shit, modern fashion for the boys. slight! attention bather mina and reader. confident queens. and I think thats about it. Enjoy!

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“So, what’s the plan?” Mina asked, her voice laced with excitement as she fluffed up her short, cute strawberry-toned hair, each strand bouncing with a lively sheen under the soft glow of the vanity lights. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her reflection with a keen eye, making sure every strand was in its rightful place. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she glanced at Y/n, who was busy adjusting her sleeveless cheetah print top, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly.

Y/n let out a cute, infectious giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’mma use my eyes, ja? So when he walks past me, I’ll hit him with the full blast of my charm. In a few seconds, he’ll be wrapped around my pinky finger. That cute lil shit.” She lifted her hand, showing off her manicured pinky, adorned with a thick, pink jade ring that caught the light and gleamed softly. Her confidence was unshakable, and Mina couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding as she applied a smooth layer of foundation to her already glowing skin.

“Babes, you don’t even have to look at him,” Mina said with a knowing grin, blending her makeup with expert precision. “You’re exactly Katsuki’s type. Just brush past him and don’t say anything. He’ll be hooked without you having to lift a finger.”

It was Y/n’s turn to laugh, the sound rich and melodious as she unscrewed the cap of her favorite lip gloss. The applicator glided smoothly across her plump, supple lips, leaving behind a glossy, irresistible sheen. Her pretty brown skin glowed, the warm undertones highlighted by the light of Mina’s vanity mirror. She posed slightly, tilting her head to admire her reflection, her fingers running through her curls that cascaded down her shoulders. Her style was effortlessly chic, and every detail of her look, from the subtle shimmer on her eyelids to the perfectly arched brows, screamed confidence.

“Done!” Mina exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement as she got up from her seat. She grabbed her Juicy Couture handbag, its hot pink fabric shimmering as it caught the light. Y/n followed suit, reaching for her matching lavender handbag, the delicate gold chain handle gleaming as she slung it over her shoulder. She sashayed out after Mina, her hips swaying gracefully in the tight skirt that accentuated her curves. The fabric hugged her body in all the right places, each step in her platform sandals echoing a confident, rhythmic click-clack against the floor.

As they neared the sleek, black Audi parked outside, Mina’s older brother leaned against the car, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in their dolled-up appearances. He opened the door with a smirk, watching as the two girls slid into the plush leather seats with practiced ease. The car roared to life as he pulled away from the curb, the engine’s low growl vibrating through the seats.

“Where is it you said you guys were going again?” Nuna voiced, smiling lightly at them.

“Katsuki’s birthday party, I told you this already.” Mina rolled her eyes playfully.

Nuna shot her a look through the rearview mirror, his brows slightly raised in mock disbelief. “Katsuki’s birthday party, huh? And you’re both dressed like you’re about to walk the runway. What are you two planning to do, steal the spotlight from the birthday boy?” His tone was teasing, but there was an undertone of protectiveness that Mina knew all too well.

Mina leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as she waved her hand dismissively. Y/n let out a bemused chuckle.

“Please, Katsuki’s not even gonna notice. That boy’s too busy being all broody and intense. We’re just gonna show up, maybe steal a few hearts,” She said with a fleeting glance over Y/n, “have a good time, and make sure everyone knows we’re the best-dressed there.” She ruffeled her hair with a flourish, a playful grin on her lips.

“Where’s the venue, anyways? all you gave me was a google location.”

“It’s at his house,” Y/n chimed in, “It’s big as shit, he’s a lil rich boy,” Her voice lowered, “A fine ass one.”

Mina playfully hit her with the bag, smiling slyly, “Ouu, you hungry, hungry.”

“Shut up,” Y/n mummbled.

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“Birthday boy!” Kirishima called out, his voice cutting through the lively chatter of the party, instantly drawing attention to the tall, broad-shouldered figure of Katsuki Bakugo. Katsuki’s presence was impossible to miss; he stood out not just because of his height but also his unmistakable aura of confidence and intensity. He wore a slightly cropped white shirt adorned with a striking pink and grey skull graphic that seemed to sneer at the world, perfectly matched with forest green baggy cargo pants. The pants had the word “awaited” boldly stitched across the crotch area, adding a rebellious touch to his already edgy look. The fabric rustled softly as he moved, emphasizing his muscular build and the casual grace with which he carried himself.

Kirishima couldn’t help but chuckle as he made his way through the crowd, his fiery red hair catching the lights that danced across the room. His strong, confident stride drew appreciative stares from both girls and guys alike, but he only had eyes for his best friend at that moment. As they closed the distance, the two shared a hearty slap of palms, their bond evident in the easy camaraderie between them. A raucous laugh escaped Eijiro’s lips as he caught sight of the soft, almost contented smile tugging at Katsuki’s lips—a rare expression that he had learned to cherish.

“Enjoyin’ yourself?” Eijiro asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed his friend.

Katsuki mirrored the smirk, his sharp eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Can’t say I’m not,” he replied, his voice low but carrying the weight of his approval. The energy of the party buzzed around them, the lively atmosphere clearly lifting his spirits.

Eijiro’s smirk widened, a glint of pride in his eyes as he glanced around at their gathered friends. “Hmm, m’glad you’re havin’ fun,” he remarked, leaning in slightly. “Whole squad’s having fun as well, you can always count on Denki to send out invites.”

Katsuki snorted, his usual edge softened just enough to show he was in a good mood. “Only thing he’s good for, the dunce.”

Before Eijiro could respond, a familiar voice interjected, laced with playful indignation. “I heard that!” Denki Kaminari stumbled in beside Eijiro, his bright yellow swimming shorts clinging to his lean, fit form, droplets of water glistening on his toned skin. His hair was still damp from a recent dip in the pool, and he exuded an air of carefree mischief. Wagging a finger in Katsuki’s face, Denki grinned cheekily, a playful sneer curling his lips as he leaned in closer. “Watch ya tongue, boy.”

Katsuki’s sharp gaze softened slightly, his lips curling into a low chuckle that bordered on a growl. It was a sound that spoke of both amusement and warning, a reminder of the explosive personality behind that smirk. He swatted Denki’s finger away with a mock scowl, his voice dripping with sarcastic menace. “Tch, keep those fingers to yourself, Sparky. Or I might actually bite ‘em off.”

Denki, unfazed by the threat, struck a pose, flexing his arms and showing off his defined muscles with exaggerated bravado. His skin glistened under the lights, a testament to the hours spent in the gym and the pool. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, King Explosion Murder. I’m just glad you’re not sulking in a corner somewhere.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, the smirk never leaving his face. “Like I’d waste my time doing that. Ain’t my style. Besides,” he added, his gaze sweeping across the buzzing party, the vibrant energy of the crowd infectious, “this ain’t half bad. You lot actually managed to pull off something decent for once.”

The room around them was alive with activity—people dancing to the pulsing beat of the music, laughter and conversations blending into a harmonious symphony of celebration. The lights overhead flickered in time with the music, casting playful shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of various perfumes, mixed with the smell of snacks and drinks being passed around. Every now and then, a cheer would erupt as someone dared to do something outrageous, the atmosphere charged with youthful exuberance.

Eijiro grinned, his sharp teeth flashing as he clapped Katsuki on the shoulder, the force of his hand a friendly reminder of their shared strength. “See? Told ya you’d enjoy it! We just needed to drag you outta your shell a bit. Now, what d’you say we make this party even better?”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What the hell are you planning, Shitty Hair?”

Eijiro exchanged a knowing look with Denki, the two of them sharing a mischievous grin that promised nothing but trouble. “Well,” Eijiro began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, “there’s been a lotta talk about a certain girlie that Mina knows making an appearance tonight. Word is, she’s planning to steal the show.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly, the flicker of interest in his gaze betraying his intrigue. “Who’re you talking about?” His tone was casual, but the sharp edge to his voice made it clear that he wasn’t one for games—at least, not when it came to surprises that involved him.

Denki leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper as if revealing a well-guarded secret. “You’ll see. Trust me, Bakugo, we figured you’d appreciate the company.”

Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing under the weight of his folded arms. The movement was casual, but the underlying tension suggested he was weighing the situation carefully. “I don’t need you two idiots setting me up with anyone. I’m here to have a good time, not to entertain your stupid matchmaking schemes.”

Eijiro laughed heartily, the sound deep and genuine as he clapped Katsuki on the back. “Relax, man! No one’s setting you up. We’re just saying, keep an eye out. You might be in for a surprise—and I don’t mean the kind that’ll piss you off.”

Katsuki huffed, the skeptical frown on his face making it clear that he wasn’t entirely convinced. Yet, despite his outward nonchalance, there was a glimmer of curiosity in his expression that he couldn’t quite hide. He glanced around the backyard, the vibrant party atmosphere in full swing—the bass of the music pulsed through the air, lights flickered like electric stars overhead, and the buzz of conversation mixed with bursts of laughter. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd with practiced ease, wondering just who or what Eijiro and Denki were hinting at.

Denki, ever the instigator, couldn’t resist adding one last quip as he playfully nudged Katsuki’s side. “Just don’t get too distracted, Bakugo. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on all the fun~!” His voice was sing-song, a clear indication that he was thoroughly enjoying the teasing.

Katsuki shot him a sideways glare, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a smirk that was impossible to suppress. “Tch, as if I’d let that happen. You two are underestimating me if you think I can’t handle a little surprise.”

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“Have fun, girls! Remember to use a condom!” Nuna shouted with a teasing grin as he sped away, his voice carrying over the rumble of the car engine. The taunt earned a collective eye roll from Mina and Y/n, though they couldn’t help the slight smiles tugging at the corners of their lips. The playful jab was typical of Nuna, always teasing, always protective in his own annoying way.

Mina’s hand immediately found Y/n’s, their fingers intertwining as Mina hooked her arm around Y/n’s inner elbow, pulling her close with a familiar sense of camaraderie. Together, they stepped forward in perfect sync, their movements fluid and confident as they approached the entrance to the party. The rhythm of their steps matched the pulsing bass that thumped from within, an infectious beat that seemed to vibrate through the air, setting the tone for the night.

The house loomed ahead of them, a sprawling mansion bathed in the soft glow of strategically placed lights that highlighted its modern, sleek architecture. The sound of laughter and conversation spilled out from the open doors, mingling with the music that reverberated through the ground beneath their feet. Every window glowed warmly, revealing glimpses of the vibrant party scene inside—people dancing, drinks being poured, and a general air of youthful abandon that made the night feel alive with possibility.

As they reached the entrance, heads began to turn, eyes drawn to the duo as they made their grand entrance. Mina, with her short, strawberry-toned hair perfectly styled, exuded an effortless charm that made her hard to ignore. Her outfit—a chic, off-shoulder top paired with a flirty mini skirt—accentuated her figure, giving her a playful yet confident vibe.

Beside her, Y/n was a vision of bold elegance. Her sleeveless cheetah-print crop top hugged her curves, the thin pink trim highlighting her silhouette in just the right way. The top was paired with a low-rise denim mini skirt, the dark wash of the fabric contrasting beautifully with her glowing brown skin. Her outfit was adorned with a series of sparkling accessories—a large, ornate belt with a silver buckle cinched around her waist, multiple bracelets clinking on her wrists, and a chain that dangled from her belt, adding a touch of edgy glamour to her look. The thick pink jade ring on her finger added a hint of mystique, perfectly complemented by her long, straight hair that flowed down her back with streaks of vibrant pink blending seamlessly into the dark strands. The shimmer from her belly button piercing caught the light as she moved, drawing even more attention to her already captivating presence.

The crowd seemed to part like the Red Sea, whispers following in the wake of Mina and Y/n as they made their way through the throng of partying college students. The ambient noise of laughter, music, and clinking glasses lowered to a murmur as curious eyes followed the duo’s confident strides.

Through the sea of faces, a familiar figure emerged—Eijiro Kirishima, standing tall and broad-shouldered, his red hair spiked up in its usual fashion. His brooding expression softened into a warm grin as he noticed the girls approaching.

"Hey Ei!" Mina called out, her voice bright and full of enthusiasm. She tugged Y/n along, clearly excited to make introductions.

"Hey Minaaa!" Kirishima’s grin widened, his sharp teeth flashing as he opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. He was always happy to see Mina, and tonight was no exception. His eyes, however, quickly shifted to Y/n, who stood slightly behind Mina, her presence impossible to ignore.

"I'm guessing this is Y/n?" Kirishima asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and friendliness. His gaze roamed over Y/n, taking in her striking outfit, the way the cheetah-print crop top hugged her figure, and the undeniable confidence in her posture. She seemed to carry herself with such ease, as if she owned the space around her.

"Right you are, hunk!" Mina chimed in, her tone playful as she tugged Y/n forward a bit more, making sure she was fully introduced. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying the moment.

Y/n’s lips curved into a confident smile as she stepped forward, her glossy lips catching the light. "I'm Y/n," she said, her voice smooth and composed, the sound of her name rolling off her tongue with an effortless charm. She extended her hand toward Kirishima, her eyes locking onto his. "Nice to meet you…?"

Kirishima’s smile widened, his sharp teeth flashing as he reached out to take her hand in a firm, friendly shake. "Eijiro, Kirishima," he replied, his voice warm and welcoming. "But you can call me Eijiro, or Ei if you prefer. I don't mind either."

Y/n could feel the strength in his grip, a testament to his solid, dependable nature, while Kirishima couldn’t help but notice the cool confidence in her demeanor.

Mina watched the exchange with an amused smile, sensing the connection that was beginning to form. "Ei's one of the best."

Y/n nodded, her eyes still fixed on Kirishima. "I can tell," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of something more, a challenge perhaps, or maybe just the promise of an interesting night.

Kirishima let out a teasing grin, smiling as he brought out his arm, for her to hook her arm through, he did the same to Mina, who happily interlinked arms with the boy.

"Let's go where the party's at, alright ladies?"

"Let's go!" Mina squealed. Y/n, on the calmer side, smiled.

"Take me away, pojke."

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Katsuki Bakugo stood near the edge of the pulsating party, his back against the rough texture of the wall, his sharp eyes trained on Izuku Midoriya. The relentless thump of the bass reverberated through the air, the sound waves vibrating through his chest, but it was a mere background noise to him, a distant echo compared to the intensity of the conversation at hand. The world around him, filled with swirling bodies and flashing lights, was of little consequence as he mentally replayed the key moments of the basketball game they were discussing.

Izuku’s voice, filled with excitement, cut through the ambient noise like a knife. "That last quarter was insane," Midoriya hummed, his green eyes wide with the kind of unbridled enthusiasm that always managed to irk Bakugo just a little. "I didn’t think they’d be able to pull off that three-pointer, but the execution was flawless. What do you think, Kacchan?"

Katsuki grunted in response, his arms crossed over his chest. “It was decent,” he muttered, though his tone was grudgingly respectful. “But their defense in the third quarter was shit. Almost cost them the game. If I was their coach, I would’ve chewed ‘em out for slacking.”

Shoto nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. “Their offensive plays were strong, but they left themselves open too many times. It’s a miracle they didn’t lose control completely.”

Izuku, ever the optimist, grinned as he adjusted his grip on the drink in his hand. “True, but you’ve got to admit, their coordination was top-notch. That alley-oop in the second quarter? That was a thing of beauty. It’s not easy to pull something like that off under pressure.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter how pretty it looks if you don’t win. They got lucky.”

Before the conversation could continue, Katsuki’s keen senses picked up on a shift in the atmosphere. The steady hum of the party seemed to alter, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a sudden movement in the crowd. His attention snapped toward the commotion, his instincts immediately on high alert.

Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima were cutting through the throng of people, their faces lit up with mischievous grins that spelled trouble from a mile away. Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, a mix of curiosity and irritation bubbling up inside him. Whatever they were up to, he wasn’t in the mood for their usual antics.

"Oi, what the hell’s got you two all excited?" Katsuki barked, his voice cutting through the noise with its usual edge. His gaze flicked between Mina and Kirishima as they came to a stop in front of him, their breathless laughter only adding to his suspicion.

But before either of them could respond, something strange happened.

The world around Katsuki seemed to slow down, the chaotic noise of the party fading into the background. The pounding bass of the music became a distant hum, the chattering voices and laughter around him blurring into an indistinct buzz. His sharp focus zeroed in on the figure who appeared just behind Mina, a figure that seemed to draw all the light and energy in the room toward her.

There she was—Y/n.

Everything about her demanded attention. She moved with a fluid grace, her steps confident and assured as she made her way through the crowd. Her outfit was bold, the kind that made it impossible for anyone to look away, and the way she carried herself—shoulders back, chin up, a slight sway to her hips—exuded a kind of power that Katsuki couldn’t help but admire. The light played off her glossy lips, accentuating the curve of her smile, and in that moment, Katsuki felt something deep within him stir.

It wasn’t just attraction—it was more profound than that, something that resonated with him on a level he didn’t fully understand. Time seemed to stretch, each second dragging out as Y/n approached, her gaze locking onto his with an intensity that matched his own. His heart, usually steady and strong, hammered in his chest, each beat a heavy thud that echoed in his ears.

Beside him, Izuku noticed the shift in Katsuki’s demeanor and couldn’t resist a knowing smirk, though he wisely kept quiet. Shoto, ever perceptive, simply observed, his expression unreadable.

As Y/n came closer, the air between them seemed to crackle with electricity, a palpable tension that Katsuki wasn’t used to feeling. Her presence was overwhelming, her confidence almost tangible, and he found himself unable to look away. There was something about her—something that made him feel like she was the only person in the room worth paying attention to.

And in that moment, Katsuki Bakugo—the boy who prided himself on being in control, who never let anyone see past his tough exterior—felt the ground shift beneath his feet. Because as Y/n drew near, as her gaze met his with an intensity that made his heart race, he realized that she had managed to do something no one else had ever done.

She had made him hesitate.

And he wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off or intrigued.

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Y/n, sensing that this was the moment, took a step forward, her chin held high. "Katsuki Bakugo," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "I’ve heard a lot about you."

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her appearance, from the confident way she stood to the way her glossy lips curved into a knowing smile. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sharp and unyielding. "Yeah?" he replied, his tone guarded. "And what have you heard?"

Y/n met his stare without flinching, her own gaze steady and unwavering.

"Come find out, du sexiga odjur."

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word count: I dont know guys. I'm tired.

[welcome-tothe-harehotel]

A silly old timey HAUNTED HOTEL AU!

!DISCLAIMER!

This is a HORROR AU!

Ghosts, a fictional serial killer character, murder, torture, blood, gore, and other dark/mature themes ahead!

I will be tagging everything appropriately, however if you are sensitive to dark content, this AU might not be the one for you! <:] - I’m pretty good at catching everything, but please go ahead and ask me to tag a certain thing, if it makes you uncomfortable!

My favourite character is Jax, so I’ll most likely draw him the most- but all au characters are askable, unless stated otherwise!! I can only get better and better, at drawing the rest, by doing so! :]

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~QNA~

Is shipping characters allowed? - I’m a selfshipper to my core, but 100%Totally! Go for it!

(I personally probably won’t draw much ship requests/content, with some exceptions. It just really doesn’t interest me ^^” but please feel free to draw it yourself!! 💚)

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THIS IS MY FIRST AU ATTEMPT EVER, SO I’M SORRY IF I SORTA SUCK AT MANAGING IT/LORE QUESTIONS! QvQ im gonna try my best and have fun!!

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I am an adult, 22 to be exact, and some of the content on this blog will include mature themes! Whether that be suggestive, or just really dark and or graphic. So that being said, for my comfort, and internet safety as a whole, across fandoms- l would really appreciate it if you had your age somewhere present in your bio!

If for whatever reason you don't want to display it, then I simply ask that you do not interact with any of my stuff labeled "suggestive" even if it's joke content. This includes liking, reblogging, commenting, etc. :]

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[kurishiri]

Hello! Your guidelines clearly say that reposting your translations isn't allowed, and that your dms are for commission requests only, so I wanted to ask here if I would be allowed to use excerpts of your work in an analysis post, with credit? Despite not being a newer event even on ENG I haven't found the full Elbert & Alfons Past Records event elsewhere. If you say no my plan is to not directly quote but still refer to what happens in the event along with linking your posts, but either way tell me if other guidelines come to mind as to how I should go about it/not go about it. You're free to answer my ask privately or publicly. Thank you for your time 🙇🙇

hi hii! sorry for my late reply, and ty for reaching out abt this!

i can answer this publicly as its good to clarify this in general if its ok -- using my tls is fine, but the credit does need to be visible! if you (or anyone else) ever do use my tls, i would appreciate tagging me as well, but nw if you don't want to. what is strictly not allowed is copy and pasting my entire tls or portions of it and posting it without giving credit (i.e., "claiming it as yours").

i hope that clears things up 🤍🤍

[agentlizardofowca]

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