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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 . . .

Please read my carrd and this post before requesting. This is a lengthy post that details everything important you need to know or might want to know. Sections have been bolded for your convenience.

Please call me Nana (nah-nah). In case you were more interested in my rules and further information in my carrd rather than my person—I am 18 years old, and I am an agender femme (lesbian). My pronouns are she/they. In an effort to make my writing stronger for my chosen career, I’ve started this account to keep myself accountable and consistent with my writing. You can communicate with me either in Polish or English.

Currently, I am most concerned with writing for Makima and Yoru from Chainsaw Man and Light Yagami from Death Note. If you request for one, I will most likely get to your request first. However, this may change spontaneously, and I have no control over it. Adhere to my list of fandoms, and request what you desire. Note the somewhat lengthy list of men I am comfortable writing for in my carrd.

Requests : OPEN

I currently do not have a masterlist.

Don’t hesitate to send a request or simply initiate conversation as long as you are respectful. I will speak to you as you speak to me.

REQUESTS

• To reiterate, I will only write a female/fem presenting reader. I only write gn! if you clearly state it. Men are not generally paid attention to on this blog.

• I will never write smut for a male character. I struggle enough with writing smut for female characters, and that is not a can of worms I am willing to open. I will write suggestive themes, however.

• I’ll rarely, if ever, write bottom!reader. You may request it, and I will take it into consideration. No promises.

• I will not write for/about the following: anal (penetration, etc.) and scat. I am uncomfortable writing smut that deals with strap-ons for personal reasons. I may loosen up as this account progresses. These are hard no’s. If something you’re interested in isn’t listed here, please ask me. I am open to a lot more than I see most blogs are, so don’t be nervous requesting. I’m kind of a freak.

• If you see a fandom that is included in my carrd but not listed here or vice versa, you may still request it. Fandoms listed here are ones I am most likely to write for frequently, no matter any current hyperfixation.

• If a fandom is listed here but is not included in my carrd and you are curious about whether or not I will write for a male character, ask me.

• You may request a character analysis from me or ask me my opinion of a character/their actions/etc. I am very dogmatic in my opinions because I do hefty amounts of research before deciding on whether a character is worth my time to be further dissected or not. If you disagree with me, I don’t care. I am extremely protective of characters, especially Makima, Severus Snape, and essentially any Death Note character. You may ask about a fandom that is not included in my carrd nor this post, and I will let you know if I am interested or have interacted with the media.

FANDOMS

These are some (probably not all, as I will inevitably come back to add something) of the fandoms you may request for.

• The Secret History

• Harry Potter

• DDLC

• Chainsaw Man

• Death Note

• Hunter x Hunter

NOTE

• I am autistic, and the r! will reflect that through speech and/or mannerisms. I obviously cannot control this, and I am not willing to change it. The r! I write is going to be based off my personality, unless you ask otherwise, though I find it difficult to write a shy/bubbly!reader. I am willing to be challenged…

• I am very against AI, although my reasons/opinions might differ from the general public’s. If you dare accuse my writing of being AI, I will be extremely upset and retreat to my mother’s womb to reflect on where I went wrong in life.

• I am extremely opinionated, and I’m certain that will reflect in my writing, especially as I delve into more complex or political themes. If this bothers you, this is not the account for you. Media is inherently political, and to ignore that is to be ignorant. Ignorance has no place here.

Please take these pieces of information into consideration. I am human as you are. Respect me, and I will respect you. Otherwise, I have no problem blocking you. Don’t be intimidated <3

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General Friendship HCs

𖤐 Teen!Severus Snape/F!Reader

𖤐 Light angst + fluff. Yandere themes. Mentions of abuse + mind-reading + bullying. Jealousy. Possessive behavior. Mild character study.

𖤐 1.3k WC

𖤐 A/N: I apologize for my lengthy disappearance. School… blah blah blah… exams… blah blah blah… I’m lazy. I extend an olive branch and bring you some headcanons that are my own interpretation of Severus’s character. I didn’t know I thought of him as so toxic until I wrote this, but I think it’s highly applicable, anyway. If you want me to expand on something or write a oneshot, requests are open. Enjoy.

Severus's schedule does not align with yours unless you are a fellow Slytherin or Gryffindor. Without this precedent, he probably does not know you exist, though that isn't to say he probably hasn't passed you in a corridor or on the moving staircase.

He is not open to new friendships nor does he seek them out pre-Lily breakup—she is enough to meet all of his emotional needs (or so he thinks). Trying to befriend Severus post-breakup is even more difficult as he is emotionally and physically shunning himself from others' presence. The only time you see him where he is not in a hurry is in class.

I can't see him easily befriending a Gryffindor whatsoever. Either you remind him too much of Lily—depending on your physical appearance—or he worries that you will run back to the Gryffindor common room and report anything he tells you to Lily or the Marauders. He had insane trust issues to begin with, and now they have multiplied tenfold.

I believe that Severus is a bit judgmental, though not always maliciously, and therefore would be less inclined to befriend a Hufflepuff. He thinks that, based on the house's attributes, they would be unlikely to support his endeavors in the dark arts.

That is not to say he would be against befriending a Hufflepuff but simply less interested. If you show acceptance or even curiosity about his spells and work, he will be pleased and open up … at least a little.

Severus's new best friend would most likely be found either in his own house or Ravenclaw.

He finds comfort in being on the same wavelength with someone already similar to himself. He appreciates your ambition and work ethic to achieve your dreams. If you are a bit lazy, he may chide you for standing in your own way but will be helpful to you anyway. You are, after all, the most important thing to him.

Befriending a Slytherin to whom he has access 24/7 through class schedule and the common room is a dream come true. He is clingy and possessive this way.

Severus finds any other friends you may have, even if they are scarce, to be a direct obstacle and something of which to get rid before you abandon him. His insecurity shines the most when he sees you with other people, though he would rather die before he admits that.

He needs to keep you away from Lily and the others. Severus will force you to steer clear of them either by following you around or forcibly pulling you out of their path. If it confuses you or becomes annoying, he won't really explain himself. The last thing he wants is to taint your opinion of himself, so his lack of explanation is what he perceives as protection and, in a way, self-preservation.

At most, he will tell you that they are not good people, but he won't open up until you've "proven" your loyalty to him and you've been friends for some time.

Severus will use his Legilimency on you. It's not that he doesn't trust you! No, of course not … It's the others he doesn't trust. He wants to know what lies, if any, they might've fed you. He himself will not let you into his head if you are a Legilimens. Severus will sporadically feed you pieces of information.

If you are an Occlumens, he will be simultaneously irritated and impressed. A part of him may be offended about you not letting him into the deepest, most innermost thoughts of yours, but he won't force you. He only hopes that you will give him the same grace of episodic information that he gives you.

He is immensely devoted to you. Nothing you could say or do would thwart him from your friendship. You are the only person with whom he can see himself spending his life, platonically or otherwise. You have an almost otherworldly effect on him, a similar one he felt the first few years he spent with Lily. If you talk a lot? So be so it. Yours is the only voice he can stand hours at a time. It's not like he has anything else to do…

Despite his strong belief in academic integrity, Severus finds himself abandoning the principle for you. If you're struggling in a certain class, he'll go out of his way to help you study and even give you answers if you're particularly stressed out by the subject matter. The only thing he won't do is help you cheat on an exam. He's much too anxious about the possibility of getting caught, but he will blame himself if you do poorly.

Academia is the one place Severus really shines. If he can be of any use to you, this is where it happens. It's how he repays you for being his friend. If your strength lies in this area as well, he not only finds it proof that you are meant to be, but he also finds joy in discussing several matters with you.

If you are a Ravenclaw, Severus will seek you out in between classes. He'll only walk you to yours if it isn't far from his own; he doesn't want to sacrifice his academic performance for you. It's one of the only things he protects for himself.

Severus will prefer to hang out in your common room as he doesn't have much, if any, drama with Ravenclaws. They may recognize him from suffering certain pranks, but he can brush their looks aside and focus on you.

The entrance to your common room stresses him out. If he can't get the answer to a riddle right, it'll only reinforce his inferiority complex. You do this everyday, multiple times, and he can't get it once? That all washes away the moment he does get it right.

Severus lacks emotional permanence, and it shows in each feeling he has towards you. He manages to keep most of them down in an effort to not freak you out and drive you away.

He hates Quidditch. He'll only attend the games under coercion and extreme duress. If you're a player, Severus will force himself to go but won't cheer you on unless you're a Slytherin. The last thing he needs is to be ostracized for double-crossing his house. He'll certainly be proud of you for your athleticism. God knows he could never fly into the field on a broom. Oh, wait.

He won't tell you about his home life, not for  a long time. It is a source of great shame but also trauma that he does not want to process or think about if he can help it. Telling anyone will make it undeniably real, and it'll get him pity that he loathes. The only circumstance I can think of in which he would hint at his situation is if you had one similar or worse, and you're comfortable speaking about it to him. He would find that admirable.

Severus seeks comfort from you when things get bad, especially in the summertime. To you, they're incidents of more time spent together and his body unusually closer to yours than he normally allows. He's afraid to impose, but if you offer to let him spend a few nights in your home, he might take you up on it.

He will definitely reward you for your troubles, whether it be with a potion or a new book/trinket on which he's spent the last of his money. If you refuse, he will simply hug you. It's a lot more meaningful than anything physical he could get you, but Severus has trouble remembering his worth in your life.

Severus's goal is to forge a life-long relationship with you. He wants to be present for your accomplishments as well as your troubles. He sees you as an escape from his own life, but he's willing to grow and change alongside you. He wants to be supported and celebrated by you, even if he won't admit it, as much as he wants to give that to you.

Above all, you're important to him. Your love and support mean everything. You mean everything.

Thank you for reading. :p

[vrtualnecromancer]

❝ I’ve Acquired Quite a Taste (for a Well-made Mistake) ❞

𖤐 Makima/F!Reader

𖤐 Hurt/Comfort. Light angst. Fluff.

𖤐 Introduction/Rules Post

𖤐 1.7k WC

𖤐 Summary: Makima is devastated to learn that her heart beats wildly and out of her control each time she is around you. Instead of running from the pleasure she has been chasing all her life, she decides that for once in her life, she must settle down and look herself in the eye.

𖤐 A/N: Rather than putting a tag for a potentially OOC Makima, I want to address that this is my own personal interpretation of her character. As the control devil, she has never been able to form equal relationships—rather, because of her upbringing. As opposed to Nayuta, who lived comfortably and happily with Denji, Makima was raised in a brutal environment at the hands of the government. I wanted to explore her finding love and learning to set aside what she believes makes her unable to form those equal relationships, e.g. her being the control devil as well as her upbringing. I believe that in the right circumstances, Makima has the same potential as Nayuta. Also, happy new year.

There is a lasting belief—or, rather, fact—within Makima that she will not find love. She will not find friendship. She will never know the intimacy that two humans possess late at night as they hold one another and whisper their deepest shared desires with their hearts beating in tandem. As the control devil, there is simply no way for her to be on par with a single living being, devil or not, on earth. She cannot outrun her destiny, her birthright. She’s–

“Makima, are you listening to me?”

“What?” She’s broken out of her thoughts, finally, by the sound of another voice, much sweeter than her own. It echoes in her ears, briefly leaving her breathless.

“I was asking if you wanted me to wash your hair for you,” you murmur.

“Oh… yes. I would like that,” she practically whispers. Her gaze flickers to your face and its unyielding concentration on lathering your shampoo that she’s always borrowing nowadays into her hair, in what seems to be disbelief.

Makima feels undeserving. Her body is like a clenched fist whenever she’s around you. To her, the two of you are living on borrowed time, just like she has been since she was brought into existence. The beginnings of tears poke behind her eyes as they beg to be released, but Makima is no fool. She knows not to cry when there are things to be thankful for, nor does she want to show even more weakness, all for one person. She’s already bare naked for you and pliant like a lamb with its fur freshly shaved.

While she has never had tastes for well-made mistakes, Makima’s heart aches as she considers that this may be one. Your fingers in her hair are sinfully gentle, all while she’s battling worms in her brain that tell her to walk out. She doesn’t want to. That’s the whole goddamn problem. She loves you. She’s killed for you, and now she wants to live for you.

You’re no fool, either. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s swirling behind Makima’s yellow eyes. The ever present worried expression on her face that she wears around you is hard to conceal for someone who has been, literally, in control since the dawn of time. Makima is so unused to her feathers being ruffled that she fails to notice when the wind starts to blow through them. You, the wind, and she, the feathers, should not be together. When you recall this as you rinse off her newly washed hair, your hand almost slips to your heart. It stutters with the force of a restless, active volcano. You do your best to stifle its wounds with Makima. She’s the active shooter and the bandaids, tied into a neat package.

You don’t say anything as she steps out of the tub, but your eyes linger on each crease and mark of her nearly perfect body. The water drains. The room is quiet, sans for the dripping from the faucet. You should really get that fixed. Makima knows you won’t, and at this point, she would prefer it to continuously drip. Once an annoyance, now a comfort—reminder of the safety in which she is shrouded.

She dares to break the silence first. “Do you mind pouring me a glass of water? Baths always make me terribly thirsty.” There is an uncanny shyness in her voice that seldom makes a public appearance. Still, you smile and nod.

“Yeah, I will.” And you leave.

Makima is stuck with a less comfortable silence now, one that she has created instead of dealing with the aching in her own heart. She wants to deal with it by hiding away in your arms, where she knows she is safe. Makima is always safe, of course. Nothing nor anyone can touch her, but the warmth you exude always seeps into her bones better than cheap liquor from some dingy bar in downtown Tokyo. This time, she doesn’t even have to swallow her pride and pick up the phone. You’re readily available as she wishes you could always be.

The thought of living with you is fleeting, but it burns into her brain. She grimaces and glances up at her expression in the mirror. Stupid. She isn’t one to usually demean herself, but when it comes to matters of the heart, the latter has already put her down so far that she cannot crawl back up without your helping hand.

Once she’s dressed, she exits the bathroom and finds you almost immediately in the kitchen on her right. You’re nursing the glass of water that you’d poured for her. Quietly, Makima stands stock-still, hands interlocked behind her back, and observes you. You’re pretty, as always. The dim light reflects in your eyes as you stare down at some stray magazine. It’s unimportant, but the way your fingers delicately flip through the pages stirs something in her stomach. Everything you touch seems to be made of glass.

“It’s rude to stare, no?” you murmur, closing the magazine. You set it aside and finally look up. Makima bristles, and her gaze flicks to the side.

“There isn’t a single human around to judge.” Her yellow eyes snap to yours as she approaches. “Unless you’ve suddenly decided you’re too good for copulation with a devil.”

“Copulation? I might decide that now.”

Once Makima’s close enough to touch, you lean slightly down and press your lips to the corner of her mouth. She stiffens but doesn’t say anything this time around. Her arm wraps around your waist and yours around hers in return. It’s exactly what she’s been wanting all day. With the moonlight penetrating the ozone and filtering into the main room, and the heater sizzling comfortably warm, Makima dares to say the moment is perfect.

You bring the glass up to her lips, and she obediently takes a few sips. An innocent sort of warmth trails down her spine as she looks up at you, poking at each vertebrae. She hums with thanks and settles against your chest. She buries her face into its side, undoubtedly leaving wet stains against your shirt from her not yet dry hair. It’s hard to have any complaints when the culprit is the woman you love, though.

“You know what happens when you don’t dry your hair soon enough?” you ask, raising your eyebrows somewhat goadingly. “Your bangs stick up, and you look like a fool for the next twenty-four hours. Quick, ask me how I know.”

Makima rolls her eyes. So what? she thinks. It’s Saturday, and she has Sundays off. “Quiet, please.” Tears poke at her eyes again. What are these emotions to which her body is suddenly succumbing? It’s getting harder to fight them off, and you might notice them soon. That would be humiliating. To be pitied is to be waterboarded. It fucking hurts.

Your hand rubs up and down her back. You feel her trembling, but you’d be an idiot to call it out.

“You will leave me, won’t you?” she asks with a breath. It’s so uncharacteristic of her that it makes you freeze like a statue. “You’ll try, at the very least.”

“I will make love to you is what I will do.” You scoff. “Leave you? Please, don’t make me laugh. Self-pity is not a good look on you, Makima.”

A stray tear falls from Makima’s eye that she quickly wipes away. She doubts you’re the type of person to think less of her for expressing something human, of all things, but it tears at her heart that she’s letting it happen. Damn you and your humanity; it’s made her softhearted. She supposes that this is what love is supposed to include—the very thing she has been chasing after all her life. It’s right here. She has it, and she’d be damned if she let it slip away. But it makes her so vulnerable. Before you, the only thing that would make her cry were movies.

You gently push her back to look at her face. You have to cup it; there’s no other way to have this conversation. You must hold her with every ounce of love your body has ever possessed—that it ever will possess.

“Love doesn’t come easy to humans, either. It never has,” you whisper. “Each time that I hear your heartbeat, it’s like God himself is whispering to me. He’s telling me, ‘I have given you the most precious of gifts.’” There’s a pause where you make sure she’s looking into your eyes and seeing the desperation behind their irises. “I haven’t re-gifted once in my life. Why should I start now? Your love is the most precious thing I could ever hope to have. You control my heart. Each beat is underneath your thumb.

And when we make love, each gasp, each hitch of breath—what is that if not divine perfection? You may be a devil, but you are seraphic. Understand?”

Briefly stunned, Makima can only nod dumbly. The silence stretches between the two of you, only broken by the soft rustling of clothing as she leans back into your embrace.

“That was stupid. I’m sorry,” she whispers. Her voice cracks mid-sentence. Even with the multitude of unusual emotions flowing through her body, Makima still finds it in herself to be impudent. “Even if you were planning on it, I would just brainwash you to stay.”

You can’t help but gently smack her upside the head. “I should banish you to bed for saying that.” Makima’s tears get stuck in her throat as she laughs.

There’s still a myriad of things about which she hasn’t told you. She’s terrified to open Pandora’s box, even if, at the end of the day, she can prevent practically anything from spiraling out of control. But is it so terrible that she finally wants something like this to come naturally?

Her head aches with the pressure of having to stop herself from unintentionally manipulating you each second you are together—when there are choices to be made. She hadn’t ever tried to do such a thing—didn’t even know it was possible—before you. Makima has to stand before a line-up again, imaginary this time, as she perfects her abilities, but there is no government to discipline her this time. She has only you, and she’s found that you’re enough.

There is one outstanding difference between then and now—you have the gall to forgive her when she makes a mistake. You don’t punish her.

And, as the two of you stand embracing one another, the warmth from your heart seeps into her own as they finally beat in tandem.

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