Call me Yours

Just a random reader that might on occasion post some bullshit Avid Various x reader, yandere various is even better @k4marina no.1 fan NOTHING IS DISCONTINUED IM JUST TIRED

[rocketbirdie]

guys. Guys please you're allowed to say big boy words. please we cannot keep just rolling with the sanitization of every space on the internet ok. you're allowed to say suicide. you're allowed to say porn. they're not bad words, they're just words.

also by ''censoring'' the words with silly spellings you're actually making it much harder for people to filter out. please just say Sex you don't have to call it woohoo like it's the fucking sims. i promise the Word Police aren't going to arrest you

[thedeliaishere]

Hands you a drink that's so obviously spiked with love potion and looking at you with big wet eyes and starts to sniffle a little when you don't want to drink it

[badassturtle13]

God why do I always choose either fandoms or characters or even people that no one writes for anymore??!! I need more fanfics but there’s nothing new for some of them.

Apparently this has been sitting in my drafts for however long and I forgot to post it. 🤷‍♀️

[sobeitjay2]

If you a demon with a fat ass reblog

[jjj4ngj4ng]

How they'd be in romantic relationships

⋆˚꩜｡ Slytherin Boys ⚕ `

Slytherin Boys x Reader relationship headcanons, how you guys met and how you got into a relationship with them. Lowkey spicy too includes: Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire a/n– reqs still open... PLS GUYS !!! Also this is totally not proofread. Loveu guys tho

Draco Malfoy

During your first few years at Hogwarts, he hadn't really given you any attention. It was only when rumors of Voldemort's coming that he had started to notice you, being one of the few people in your house that had believed Harry and his friends. You were intriguing, to say the least. Of course, you had known his reputation for quite a while now. He was the rich boy of your year, and a very pompous one at that.

You only got together when he finally got the courage to ask you out, which was due to Crabbe and Goyle teasing him.

"Quit it. I'm not scared." He glared at the two, frown evident but the blush of his ears flushed rosy pink. Scurrying off, he huffed as his hands fixed his robes, he contemplated if he should actually do it. It took him 1 day before the Yule ball to ask you out, still being flustered because he was not used to being the one who was swooning over the other. And even then, he was still the same arrogant prick his reputation preceded him as. "Wait what?" His smile faltered, his voice an almost whisper as he tried to process your answer. You actually said yes? He was shocked. Even moreso when he saw you in your dress, because Merlin you were mesmerizing. He already found you beautiful in your school robes, and that gorgeous piece of fabric on Christmas day just looked so flattering on you.

When you finally made it official, he made sure to make you look good as he did to himself. It was only through small things, like straightening out your robes from behind or fixing your collar because your jumper had 'messed' it up. But to him, it was something big. It meant leaving traces of him on you, his neatness making its mark on you. Because if he wanted something, he had to work hard for it. And he takes good care of his things.

In your fifth year, he started being more vulnerable towards you. The inevitable war started scaring him even if he didn't admit it, and the pressure his parents made him go through had become a broken record in his head. From small gestures of crossing your pinky's together and exchanging notes, to sneaking kisses in between class changes and hiding in the library, until finally just doing whatever you had wanted.

He would kiss you all over, his favorite places to be your neck and lips, while he laid on top of you. His hands would be tightly wrapped on you, as if you could go away at any moment. Tears slowly fell from his lashes as he stayed on you, but he would never admit that. You would only hug him tighter then, combing your hand through his hair as you hummed a small lullaby. His dorm had suddenly become yours too.

Blaise Zabini

He had met a lot of people due to his stepfathers. You were one of the few family friends that had stayed in touch with him and his mother, a frequent visitor of their manor while your parents gossiped about the other families. The two of you however, were busy talking about your fellow schoolmates. Your shared disdain of your peers had become an anchor to your relationship, often a topic for the both of you when you were able to go to your homes for break.

It was on one winter break on your fifth year that he had wanted to try something with you while gossiping about other's relationships.

You chuckled, closing the book and laying it on the coffee table in front of you. Your back laid on the couch as the silence slowly grew louder. "Is he really like that? I'm surprised you're friends with him." You asked with a smile, turning your head to look at him, who was right next to you on the plush seat. He smiled, crossing his arms as his head turned itself to you as well. "We both know you're the only one I consider an actual friend." It made you blush unconsciously, looking away as you trailed off. "...Have you tried it? Kissing, I mean." You muttered beneath your voice, his eyes suddenly darting to you. His composure never changed, but he kept staring at you. It was only when you finally looked back at him that you realized you were close to each other. Too close. You didn't even realize that your lips had connected until it was too late, your hands on his neck.

His demeanor never changed, though. At school, he was still the same 'expressionless' Blaise that didn't give anyone his time of day. Except you. He was careful to not make a big deal out of your relationship, only sitting together in the library and the Great Hall. It hurt you a bit of course, but he made up for it with gifts and loads of affection in private. In his words, his diamond should be covered and complemented with silver.

He loved kneeling in front of you and kissing your stomach, leaving trails of his saliva on purpose. It stayed there until he decided it was time to brush it off, circling his thumb in the areas while he made out with you. "Bella, you are addictive." His italian accent mixed with his deep voice made your stomach do flips, your lips moving closer to him as he spoke. "Keep talking." You breathed out.

During Voldemort's reign over the school, he had started showing you off, in his own way. His hand would be on your shoulder as he guided you through the halls of the school, his seat deliberately next to you. He wouldn't even let anyone look at you, hiding you with his frame or just straight up glaring the person up and down. You're his; if you were going to shine, he was the only one worthy enough to admire your beauty.

Theodore Nott

You just happened to be his partner for majority of the projects your professors had assigned, as you were the most competent in your subjects. He had started falling off, and you knew why. Anyone with a nose knew why, and the traces of ash on his sleeve were proof as well. You dreaded to be his partner, but you had to be on your professors good side. So despite your initial no's, you agreed to each instance just so you could get over with it.

Your hand swatted his before he could reach the cauldron. "No. You reek of smoke, you might contaminate it." The room was all to the both of you, Slughorn being generous enough to grant you both that privilege. He chuckled, taking off his robes and brushing the imaginary ash off himself. You rolled your eyes, rushing to get ingredients from the cabinet. It was then that you realized you couldn't reach it, and you felt someone's presence behind you. "I can help myself, Nott." You spat as you tried to move away, but he had somehow caged you in. "Doesn't seem like it." He smirked, handing you the bottle. His adam's apple bobbed as you looked at him, you never really piqued his interest until now. His smirk turned into a tight lipped smile, a short breath of air leaving him. "You're pretty. You know that, right?" You blushed at the compliment, brows furrowing as you smacked him away; feet scurrying off to your cauldron.

Ever since then, he would trail you and try to brush it off. You kept rejecting his attempts of asking you out, and you even ignored his invites to astronomy tower. It wasn't to smoke, no. He didn't want you getting ruined by his bad habits. When you finally walked in on him smoking atop the building, he was quick to dispose of it and clean his act up. You tried it out with him despite his initial refusal to, and you had coughed it all out.

You weren't sure what you had with him, but you were sure it was way more fun than just studying.

Makeouts in the corners of the halls, hickeys on your collarbone (because you said you didn't want to get caught), and cuddling in his dorm. He loved how stubborn you were, and he made forehead kisses a habit to calm you down after every class. And when you wanted to ask him what you were to him, you found someone knocking on your door. It was a Theodore Nott with your favorite food and a plush toy, a letter in its arms. He finally asked you out, and you said yes.

On cold school days, he would kiss your neck from behind, annoying you as you wrote down your notes. "Ti amo, tesoro." His breath tickled your neck, lips smiling as he knew he succeeded in distracting you. The smoking lessened when you came into his life, his vice now becoming you. One particular thing he loved doing was dragging you out your desk and into bed, squeezing you into his arms. "Theo, I needed to finish that." You fought. "Now you don't. I need attention, per favore."

Tom Riddle

You weren't a bad student. Honestly speaking, you were better than average. But you still weren't at his level. He saw your potential, and he saw how you were deliberately trying not to get the highest marks. Was it because you were intimidated by him? Almost everyone was. But it had bothered him so much, and the missed opportunity at competition made him crave for the little thrill at the boring dump they had called a school, his words.

"And what brings you to the library at this dark hour?" A voice rang behind you, putting a stop to your writing as you put your quill down. "It's only 10 minutes before curfew, Riddle." You defended, continuing to finish your essay. It had suddenly been interrupted yet again by his voice, but because of the odd question he spoke. Why don't you try harder enough? A familiar question that had haunted you by your peers and your family. You smiled at him, facing him. "...I know you want to be the best. I don't want to steal that from you." Those were the last few words you had told him before you got your things and walked to your dorm, stunning him. You weren't scared or intimidated. It was on purpose, for him. The genuine look on your face made his heart feel something other than hate, he wanted to replay that moment forever. It had then dawned on him that... He might've caught romantic feelings.

These things were usually considered a distraction for him. But you? Someone who had the same potential as him? You were worth his time.

He had started making ways for you to be his partner, or part of his group in projects and assignments. Just so he could have a little power over you and make you do your best. It was late nights at the library with you two, studying as he swatted your hand whenever he saw you answer a question incorrectly on purpose. "No." He kept saying as you wrote something down, his eyes still on his textbook. He didn't even see if you had did your usual habit, but he knew you well enough to know you did.

The study sessions had become one of your favorite hours, and it had made you bond over methods and tricks. You never really noticed how close you were getting, until your hands finally brushed each other as you read something. His eyes didn't move from his book, nor did his body. Your knees touched as the seconds flew by, and it was a warm feeling that made the cold night feel comfortable. You smiled as you continued to scan your eyes over the text.

You both hadn't realized your feelings for each other until you finally fought. Something petty about your bad habits coming back. He just kept on rambling and you couldn't take it anymore. Your lips brushed his cheek, shutting him up. He just stood there, face flustered as his brows furrowed. "...Can I do that more?" You said. "No." He muttered, finally stopping his anger. It was true, because he liked kissing you more on the lips. He said it was your prize for getting an answer right.

He kept getting mad at your stubbornness, that never went away even after you got together. He liked it, though. Because you were the person he could escape to.

Mattheo Riddle

Another Thursday at the hospital wing. Another visit from the infamous Mattheo Riddle. He had a hangover from last night's party in the Hufflepuff commonroom, his groans getting louder as time went by. You had warned him multiple times not to go to those gatherings, but your boyfriend kept wanting to have his fun. And with the multiple instances of his visits, you were convinced he did it on purpose just to see you.

"Fuck off, I don't need to go to Madam Pomfrey." He moaned against his friend's arms, trying to push them off. "No, you fuck off. You're going to puke all over my bed again." Theodore stated, laying the boy on the bed as Lorenzo chuckled beside them. The charming boy sat on the bed as Mattheo held his stomach, the migraine hitting him like a truck. "Don't worry, Matty. You'll love staying here for the time being." Lorenzo said, leaning over to the drunk boy. Before Mattheo could even deny it, he went silent went he turned around to his friends. His mouth was agape as his upper half was propped up on his elbow, eyes locked on you. You were the recent helper around the clinic, and the reason as to why he had started to get 'injured' more often just to see you. "You single?" "Are you free tonight?" "Let's ditch this." He kept saying, going on and on about this for weeks until you finally said yes.

"Hey come on, there's more privacy in my dorm." He whined, tugging on your arm as you fixed one of the few first aid kits for the school. You tsked, looking at him with furrowed brows as he pouted. "Mattheo. I did this for extra credit. I can't just run away from this." You continued working, causing him to whine louder as he went to bother you further. It was your daily routine with him, as he kept finding a way to see you after class.

When Madam Pomfrey went to go do errands, he would carry you and sit you on his lap, trying to rile you up as you got busy. It was annoying sure, but it was entertaining enough to pass the time. He usually slept while you worked, head hung forward and laying on your back as he snored. His arms never let go, hugging you even tighter in his sleep. When he woke up, he shook his head before peeking his head over your shoulder.

He would never kiss you first, because you had mentioned to him that you didn't like cigarettes or alcohol, his favorite vices. So, he would let you do the first move and kiss his neck whenever you hung out at his dorm, his arms never failing to hug you tight. He would demand you for more kisses, hands on your hips as you laid on the bed. "No more, Matty. And I'm taking your jumper." You said with a kiss on his cheek, walking off with a teasing smirk.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He hated you for how biased you were. He had the perfect facade of perfection and humbleness, and he didn't know why you weren't nice to him. You were practically friends with almost everyone! Why not him? It annoyed him, and he almost broke character. He was sure it was a rivalry between you two, competing in classes and even in quidditch. Eye rolls were exchanged before he finally confronted you about the two of you.

You were walking to your dorm until suddenly, a hand grabbed yours and pulled you into the broom closet. He locked it before you could say anything, encapsulating you between him and the room. "Do you have a problem with me?" He started, making you raise a brow. "Do you have a problem with me? You kidnapped me." He chuckled at your reply, leaning closer to speak his mind. But he couldn't. Because even if he did hate you, he loved thinking about you. "Why do you keep looking at me weird?" He leaned closer, making you gulp slightly as your cheeks flushed. A playful expression was then painted on his face, a smirk forming as he tilted his head. "You like me or something?" Before he could say anything else, you pushed him off as you fumbled with the lock. "...No. And you don't need to know that." You said, finally opening the door and running off.

The petty rivalry has since died down, and has been replaced with flirty looks from him across the room. He smirked to himself when he saw you roll your eyes with flushed cheeks, hanging your head low as you ignored him. The first date you shared was out of the blue, because he had asked you out in the middle of class changes. What's worse was, you had agreed to his invite. And you had now been his date at a random house party that night.

After that night, you found yourself in his dorm with a half drunk Lorenzo on the bed. When you tried to pull away, he pulled you in further and groaned. "...No kiss?" He asked with half lidded eyes. You scoffed. "You're drunk. Go rest." He still didn't let go, hugging you with his arms and legs as he kept on mumbling stay, stay, stay. You had convinced yourself you didn't like him, but you didn't want to go to your dorm. He woke up to your arms wrapped around him, sleeping soundly.

When you finally started dating, he loved to kiss you all over your face and even kept pulling you in empty classrooms just for a short and messy makeout session. "Baby, I want more." He would breath out, your hands moving to push him off. "I have to go to class. Just because we're dating, doesn't mean I'll let go of my good grades." He groaned, following you out the room as he knew he wouldn't get another kiss until the weekend. If he was lucky enough that you didn't have homework.

[junk-whunk-punk]

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[your-favorite-god]

Ngl we in our sad girl era

I was just thinking, I love a lot of fandoms and stories but I always go right back to Harry potter if I feel too overwhelmed. I revisit stories that haven't been updated in 3,7, maybe even 10 years and I read them all again with fresh eyes forever hoping maybe today's the day this author came back. Maybe this time we'll see the end of the story, but I don't think I do. I never finish a story, it's my worst habit. I just can't seem to handle the idea that it's time for the book to close, sure I can reread it again and start from the beginning but I'll always know that it ends. And no matter how stressful or sad or heart breaking my life is, I still have to finish this one book. Just one more chapter, one more page. Maybe that's why I love imagining myself in Harry potter. The idea that I could be a part of something so grand and whimsical fuels me to no end, remembering the joy I felt when I was younger thinking hey! I'm just like that kid, I bet we'd be friends. And all of a sudden, the world isn't so small anymore. If he can make friends, so can I. If he can be a hero, I can too.

Idk I'm just mopey today, anyways. Anyone feel like writing a reader x various Harry potter? No? Sick, me neither 😃

[hauntedpumpkinpatch]

PLEASE STOP SCROLLING IF YOU CARE ABOUT FAN-FICTIONS AND THE STEALING OF WORKS BY AI

Hi yall this isn’t my normal type of content but as an avid reader of fanfiction in this here hellsite i have recently started noticing something called GlimmerFics, I had never heard of this before and reading the description on the OPs post (who i am not going to tag) which read “an interactive choose your own adventure fanfic” i assumed that it would be like the choose your adventure quotev quizzes that i used to read many moons ago. unfortunately i was incorrect as i read through the fic the first red flag popped up for me

this sparkle icon. At first i wanted to give this company the benefit of the doubt, maybe they used the sparkle because the companies name is glimmer, like shiny so a sparkle would make sense but many many companies are also using the same type of sparkle for ai generated content, for example googles gemini ai

at first i thought this was a pure coincidence due to the fact that when you click on it it brings you to a page where you can purchase in app currency

so i thought “Okay great! maybe this isn’t ai and i’m just paranoid…that was until i started reading the fic it stated to show the text line by line instead of all at once like a normal ebook “maybe this is a stylistic choice!” i say naively, then i scrolled down to the first questions that would start the “choose your own adventure” part of the story when i saw this

This is only possible in a few ways an example of this would be a computer program that had built in responses to many different questions that weren’t originally asked(think video games that have you type in your name they might have the pronunciation of a few names but not all), another is ai both conversational (like siri) and generative (like gemini and chatgpt) so i paused and went to check their About me and yup it was EXACTLY what i suspected

Glimmerfics uses Generative ai to “write” your fanfics for you THIS IS A TRAP THEY ARE USING YOU TO SCRAPE YOUR WRITINGS FOR THEIR AI MODLES! In their about me they talk about how they are aware of the “concerns people have about ai” and they “don’t think machines can replace real artist but they want to use ai to help authors tell a story” they even talk about the environmental concerns so as a “partial measure”they are purchasing carbon offsets

(ie reforestation and renewable energy and the likes) from July 2025 through October 2025 to try and cover “their best estimate of their carbon footprint”

This in my opinion is about the same as putting a numbing gel on a cavity it may help to ease the pain but problem is still there, reforestation only works if you give the forests time to heal trees take YEARS to grow to a fertilizing state where they can pollinate and regrow and young trees are especially vulnerable to disease and fungus which have wiped out entire forests before, and what happens to land with no plants? it becomes extremely unstable with no growth to keep the dirt rooted down erosion can become rapid leading to devastating consequences not only for animals and plants but to any humans that maybe living nearby. Buying carbon offsets isn’t going to do shit and much like a cavity the only thing you can do to combat the affects of generative ai is to stop the problem at its source unfortunately for ai it is the problem, it is one of the many many reasons as to why climate change has seen such a rapid uptick. Please please i beg of you to block any and all blogs you see that are using or promoting glimmerfics THEY WILL STEAL YOUR WRITINGS THEY WILL STEAL YOUR WORK COMPANIES LIKE THIS LIE ALL THE TIME TO SCRAPE AI FOR THEIR MODLES

Tldr: glimmer fics is an ai slop website with shitty and shady business practices and even shittier excuses.

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[your-favorite-god]

Ngl y'all. So fell for it for a second there, BUT THE LOML @k4marina SAVED ME YIIPEEEEE

[katestewartt]

"Try our new AI tool", "Use ChatGPT", "Our AI assistant can help"

[your-favorite-god]

I fear with Wednesday season 2, I may actually need to finish my story

Rewrite it entirely even

Dear god- I have a job, how the hell will I manage 😔

[reidbunnyy-deactivated20250123]

^ real footage of me watching 01x18

[your-favorite-god]

I just uh- I uh-

I need a moment

[a-daks]

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

[andordean]

Canon: and so they never met

Fanfic: here’s a funny story

[namesonboats]

Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.

Fanfic: Actually,

[kaeltale]

Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.

[conversationswithjohnlock]

Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms

Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!

[caressthosecheekbones]

Canon: … and they were roommates.

Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…

[johanirae]

Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.

Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened

[jenroses]

Canon: They had a coffeeshop

Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS

[pizzapopolis]

Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions

Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN

[robbyrobinabitch]

Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best

[inkpotter-deactivated20211125]

Canon: They were straight

Fanfic: Lol

[azkaabanter]

Canon: They lived in modern times and did modern things!

Fanfic: “And they boarded the Titanic on a cold day in 1912…”

[justdrarryme]

The fucking accuracy though. 

[sterek-helinski]

Oh gosh 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[otterlyardent]

Canon: And though they loved each other endlessly, they grew apart and married other people, left forever questioning what could have been.

Fanfic: Well, here’s 179 chapters of what could’ve been. 

[north-peach]

Canon: Okay, this is the end, here’s how the rest of them died.

Fanfic: Yeah, no. Lemme show you how (character) goes back in time.

[wolfsrainrules]

Canon: And this is why (THING) would never work. Fanfic: Yeah, but I can give you 46 chapters of how to get around that.

[your-favorite-god]

Canon: Here are these lovely couples that have never done anything morally reprehensible and live out there days in a monogamous relationship

Fanfic: mmmm, we love that let's just make a little gayer and also they might murder someone.

[a-daks]

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

[andordean]

Canon: and so they never met

Fanfic: here’s a funny story

[namesonboats]

Canon: There was tension and pining, but they never even kissed.

Fanfic: Actually,

[kaeltale]

Canon: Torture the cinnamon roll.

Fanfic: Torture the cinnamon roll.

[conversationswithjohnlock]

Canon: When they traveled they stayed in separate rooms

Fanfic: AND. THERE. WAS. ONLY. ONE. BED!!!!!

[caressthosecheekbones]

Canon: … and they were roommates.

Fanfic: oh my god, they were roommates…

[johanirae]

Canon: They were international assassins who assassinated assassins.

Fanfic: But hot DAMN wait till you hear about this cafe they opened

[jenroses]

Canon: They had a coffeeshop

Fanfic: but they were ASSASSINS

[pizzapopolis]

Canon: they were mortal enemies and attempted to murder each other on multiple occasions

Fanfic: bUT THEY GOT MARRIED AND ADOPTED CHILDREN

[robbyrobinabitch]

Everytime I reblog this has a new addition and it’s the best

[inkpotter-deactivated20211125]

Canon: They were straight

Fanfic: Lol

[azkaabanter]

Canon: They lived in modern times and did modern things!

Fanfic: “And they boarded the Titanic on a cold day in 1912…”

[justdrarryme]

The fucking accuracy though. 

[sterek-helinski]

Oh gosh 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[otterlyardent]

Canon: And though they loved each other endlessly, they grew apart and married other people, left forever questioning what could have been.

Fanfic: Well, here’s 179 chapters of what could’ve been. 

[north-peach]

Canon: Okay, this is the end, here’s how the rest of them died.

Fanfic: Yeah, no. Lemme show you how (character) goes back in time.

[wolfsrainrules]

Canon: And this is why (THING) would never work. Fanfic: Yeah, but I can give you 46 chapters of how to get around that.

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

Tag game

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

@prettymuchteddy thank you for the tag😉

Partly based on myself:)

Tagging (no pressure) @very-straight-blog @dr-aegon @liv-cole @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @thesunfyre4446

@sidraofthewildflowers @ladystarksneedle @wolfdressedinlace @vipervixxen @aegon-the-elder

[bucknastysbabe-deactivated20241]

Thanks for the tags @zaldritzosrose @fallingintoyourlilaceyes

My music never matches up w my aesthetic LMFAO

Tagging: @elaratyrell @connorsui @lovelykhaleesiii @fairysluna @borikenlovee @milky-waye @angstigone



[elaratyrell]

Thank you for the tag @bucknastysbabe 💚

Idk I think my little picture is cute 🩵😂

No Pressure Tags 💚: @lovelykhaleesiii @dr-aegon @targaryen-dynasty @runningmunson @your-favorite-god and basically anyone and everyone who wants to do it 💚

[your-favorite-god]

Gotta love the diversity✨ I hope I conveyed just how much I enjoy maximalism in my lil picrew🤣

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MA FREN💋💋💋 @elaratyrell

No pressure tags!!; @billyloomiswhore4 @miggiisdumb @howyouloveyourdragon @aphroditelovesu @anxiousnerdwritings @llonelygoddess @lady-ashfade

(I forget peoples users so I’m just goin crazy)

I love all their works tho and they all seem really nice so hopefully we can be moots!

[gladiatorcunt]

summary: the discovery of a long hidden planet operating outside of the emperor’s rule threatens to upend the balance between the great houses and shift the tides of war. (ongoing series)

pairings: paul atreides x reader , chani x reader, leto atreides x reader, lady jessica x reader, irulan x reader, feyd rautha x reader (AFAB crown heir!reader)

cw: reverse harem type crack treated seriously, cosmic horror elements, undecided/possibly ambiguous endgame, dark/yandere behavior & themes, comedic undertones, dark & nsfw content, canon compliant as much as possible but there will be gaps in my memory, past leto & jessica (they split after she became a reverend mother)/past paul & chani, each character pursues reader separately, oc planet & oc house for reader, pretend like it still makes sense for leto to be there, don’t think too hard about the logistics of this in general, vintage sci fi inspired, i just wanted to have a silly unrealistic series where it’s all about the reader lmao

series masterlist:

coming soon !

tag list (ask to be added or removed, NO MINORS):

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- faetreides 2024

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