Helen Sharpe

Lauren Bloom

Max Goodwin

Fluff = Smut = Angst = Dark = Humor = Pregnancy =

Formalities Aside

You like to keep things professional at work, but Max wants something more friendly. And you’re both rather stubborn about it. But one day can change everything.

Formalities Aside - Max Goodwin

Summary: You like to keep things professional at work, but Max wants something more friendly. And you’re both rather stubborn about it. But one day can change everything.

Word Count: 777

Warnings: Some angst, with a little fluff, mention of patient death

The last place you worked, coworkers weren’t friends. That’s just how it was. And you’d gotten used to that. You’d even grown to like it that way. There was far less drama in the workplace when there weren’t any friendships or rivalries to be had. Now, since you started working at New Amsterdam, it was a whole different story. Everyone seemed to be friends with everyone, and while you’re sure that had its perks, you still thought it best to remain just professional.

Being Dr. Goodwin’s assistant, or deputy medical director, as he liked to refer to your position as, came with its fair share of challenges. He was always doing ten things at once, it seemed. You had to keep a brisk pace just to keep up with him in the halls.

You liked him well enough. He was a remarkable man, even if he did constantly wear himself too thin. You had to take frantic notes, some of which you could hardly read later, all in order to keep his schedule from getting crazier than he already made it.

“Dr. Goodwin,” you began.

“Max,” he corrected you for the thousandth time. He was always trying to get you to call him by his first name. He wasn’t nearly as fond of professionalism as you were, but his methods worked for him, and yours worked for you. You just had to get used to each other’s way of thinking.

“Dr. Goodwin,” you reiterated, and he sighed. What was it going to take for you to drop the formalities? But he let you continue this time. “You have a meeting in your office at one, and I was specifically told that if you were late, you would—”

“Let me guess, Karen, right?”

“Umm, yes. How did you know?”

“She’s one of the only people that threatens me.”

“Right, well don’t be late, I guess.”

With that you went about the rest of your day, checking in with Dr. Goodwin every time you were able to get thirty seconds with him, which wasn’t all that often most days.

Months later, he still couldn’t get you to use his first name, though now it was more out of stubbornness than anything. You were always pleasant with each other, but you still kept somewhat of a boundary between you and him, not trusting yourself to get close to him.

Then came the day from hell. Max got personally involved with a patient’s case and in turn he dragged you right in with him. Dealing with patients was not your speciality. It never had been, that’s why you always went for administrative work. And the case took its toll on the both of you. It was a hopeless case to begin with, everyone involved knew that from the moment the patient came through the doors. But Dr. Goodwin had this way of giving people hope that just infected you all. When it ended in tragedy, it broke you all a little bit, but you it hit the hardest.

“I’m going to head home,” you said to him, now at the end of your day. The last several hours had been excruciating. Ever since you lost the patient, it’s all you’d been able to think about. You just wanted to go home and rest, and forget today if at all possible.

Things were never that easy with Dr. Goodwin however. “Are you okay,” he asked, and with those three simple words, the wall of tears you’d been holding back crumbled and you began to cry right there in his office. He jumped up from his chair, even though he’d only sat down for a minute all day, and rushed over to you. “Come here,” he said gently, offering you his outstretched arms. At this point you were too broken to be stubborn about it. You let him hug you and you sobbed against his chest, little care for how much you were soaking his light blue scrub shirt. Maybe it wasn’t such a terrible thing to be friends. Right now you needed to let someone in, and who better than him?

“Thanks, Max,” you whispered when your tears lessened and you were able to speak again. You couldn’t see his smile, but it was there just a fleeting moment. He’d been effected by the patient’s death just as you had, so while hearing you say his name was a small victory, he was much more concerned for you, and still sad himself. So Max kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back. He’d finally gotten through to you. He’s just sorry it took such an awful experience to do it.

Max Goodwin:@lilyontheloose,@flowercrowns-goodvibes

Fluff = Smut = Angst = Dark = Humor = Pregnancy =

The Price Of A Coat

When Cruella loses Anita as a designer, she turns her sights to you, a skilled designer of another fashion house in London. And she’ll do anything to get you to leave your current employer.

The Price Of A Coat - Cruella DeVil (101 Dalmatians)

Summary: When Cruella loses Anita as a designer, she turns her sights to you, a skilled designer of another fashion house in London. And she’ll do anything to get you to leave your current employer.

Word Count: 1,592

Warnings: Suggestive, a bit of sexual tension, angst if you squint

You’d been working for your current fashion house for years now. You’d always considered yourself lucky to have gotten a job there, and now the brand was becoming one of the most successful in London. And your work for them hadn’t gone unnoticed. In fact, just recently, your designs caught the eye of the infamous Cruella DeVil.

You were sketching away as you typically did after grabbing yourself a cup of coffee, when a soft knock fell on your office door. It was one of the secretaries and it wasn’t often anyone bothered to summon you, so you were a bit surprised. Even more so when this secretary seemed frightened. “I, um, someone to see you,” she stuttered.

“Well send them in,” you said, but by the time you got the words out, your visitor had already made her way into the room.

She walked right up to you, and the secretary quickly shut the door behind her, excusing herself and leaving the two of you alone. “Cruella DeVil,” the woman introduced, offering you her hand, clad in a black leather glove. You knew who she was, of course. There wasn’t a single person in the fashion industry of London who didn’t know Cruella, but you never dreamed that you’d meet her in person.

You took her hand and she gave you a firm yet gentle shake. “I’ve seen your work,” she said as she released your hand. “And as I’ve recently lost one of my best designers, I’m in the market for another. You, specifically.”

“I’m flattered, Miss DeVil, but I can’t leave my fashion house. Loyalty, you see. I was with them when they started and I couldn’t bear to leave them now.”

“Ah, yes, loyalty is a tricky thing, isn’t it? How about I make you a deal? One fur coat. Design and make me one fur coat unlike any other, while you think about my job offer and if, upon completion of the coat, you still don’t wish to join the House of DeVil, then I shall leave you be. Agreed?”

It seemed a reasonable enough offer. One project aside from your usual work wasn’t asking too much, you supposed. Besides, it wasn’t often that you got to work with fur, faux or otherwise. It might be a nice change for you creatively speaking. “I accept,” you replied after having thought it over for a moment. “I’ll make your coat and consider your offer in the meantime.”

“Do stop by with it once you’re finished. I’d like to see the design before you have it made.”

“Of course,” you agreed. “Until then, Miss DeVil.”

“Please, call me Cruella.”

You had no intention of accepting Cruella’s job offer in the end. You simply couldn’t betray your current employer. They’d taken a chance on you at a time when no one else would and for that you swore to remain eternally grateful. So far, you had, without a second thought.

Designing Cruella’s coat in your free time, however, did give you much to think about. You considered it all fantasy though, a what if type of scenario. You wouldn’t seriously think of leaving. You couldn’t, could you? No, certainly not, but something about working for Cruella had started to tempt you, just a little.

When you finally seemed pleased with your design, you took it to the House of DeVil. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as you came up to the place. You assumed it was just the nerves of wondering whether or not Cruella would be satisfied with what you’d come up with. You’d felt things like this before when you tried out bold new designs, so why should this time be any different?

But there was a difference, and it was not at all what you expected. Sure, you wanted your design to please her, who in their right mind wouldn’t want to design a piece for a fashion icon such as herself? Though, as you were let into her office by Alonzo, you found that it wasn’t simply your design that you wanted to impress her with, but rather you wanted her to be impressed with you. As a designer, sure, but more so as a person.

“Ah, darling, you’ve arrived with the design for my coat at last,” she said, red painted lips curled up in a genuine smile as she sat at her desk, cigarette holder in hand. You smiled back, and that hammering in your chest became louder still and more erratic. “Have you given any more thought to the job offer?”

“I have,” you admitted. You’d thought it over more than you planned to, really. So much so that it was starting to sound better by the day, but you weren’t quite ready to give her hope of swaying you yet. “I remain undecided, but should you like the design, I’ll have an answer for you when I bring the finished product.”

She sighed, frustrated that you were playing so hard to get, but she was still confident that she’d steal you away in the end, one way or another. “Very well,” Cruella said, getting up from her chair and walking around her desk to view the design you’d brought her. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

You took the drawing from your portfolio and laid it on the desk. Cruella stopped next to you to view it over your shoulder right shoulder. Tapping off her cigarette far away from your papers, you waited with anticipation for her reaction. “It’s gorgeous. Simply stunning,” she enthused. She leaned forward to inspect it closer, and her body was now partially pressed up against yours, her left hand finding your hip as if to keep her steady as she leant over the picture before her. You were certain that she could feel your heartbeat racing, but if she did, she said nothing of it.

“It’s perfect,” she concluded. “Do get on with making it. I cannot wait to view your final product.” She backed away from you at once, and you released a breath that you’d unwittingly been holding in.

“Thank you. I’ll get right on it. I’ve taken leave this week to devote my time to it. Shall I see you Friday?”

Cruella hummed in delight. “Friday would be marvelous. I’ll see you then, my dear.”

“Goodbye, Cruella,” you said, a shiver running through you as you used her name for the first time. How curious, you thought, as Alonzo showed you out.

Days and nights blurred together until Friday morning finally came. You checked over your stitches and hems, making sure the coat was without flaw before you put it in a garment bag and headed for the House of DeVil. You adjusted your own outfit before walking into her office, suddenly fretting about making a good appearance. There was nothing wrong with what you were wearing, but suddenly you felt self conscious for the outfit you’d decided on. Perhaps the skirt was too short after all. But it was too late to change it now.

“My coat,” Cruella greeted you, a look of pure joy on her face. She did love her fur, of that there was no doubt. “And my favorite designer. I hope to hear your answer about working for me today. But first, the coat. Alonzo, leave us.” Alonzo bowed out of the room, leaving you with Cruella. She wasted no time in unzipping the garment bag and revealing the finished fur coat you’d made her. It wasn’t often you got to complete a project solely with your own two hands anymore and you felt it was quite the accomplishment.

Cruella slipped the coat on as you held the hanger. “I adore it,” she said, running her hands over the soft fur. As soon as she stopped admiring the coat, her eyes landed on you. Raising a hand to your chin, her red painted nails briefly traced your jawline, “and I adore you for making such a creation.” You swore your heart skipped a beat at her words, and her touch.

Her hand dropped from your face and you once again, released a pent up breath. Did you always stop breathing when she was so close? “Now, my darling, have you reached a decision? I promise you won’t regret it if you say yes.”

“I—” you stopped yourself. No, you couldn’t. This project had been fun, thrilling even you dare say, but one project was nothing to trade an entire career for. You’d made a name for yourself at your current fashion house. Did that really mean so little to you? “I can’t,” you finally breathed out, deciding to stand your ground.

“Are you certain? Surely there’s something I could give you that your current employer cannot.” There was, but you couldn’t say it, you could hardly believe you were thinking it. The impropriety of it all. You felt your cheeks burn with some mixture of shame and embarrassment. Cruella only grinned, as if she were able to read your mind.

“What if I were to make you my personal designer? You create solely for me, not the House of DeVil, just me. That would grant you certain privileges that no one else could come close to. Would you like that? Unrestricted access to me personally?” She paused for a moment, but you refused to meet her eyes. “Look at me, darling,” Cruella cooed, placing a finger under your chin once more. “Think of the possibilities.”

“Yes,” you said, your voice unsteady.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Cruella, I accept.”

Cruella DeVil (101 Dalmatians):@adelleoliviadewittwilliams

Fluff = Smut = Angst = Dark = Humor = Pregnancy =

Oh Captain, My Captain

As part of Killian’s crew aboard the Jolly Roger, you’ve been pining after your captain for a long time. Now you’ve got to decide whether your love for him or the sea is stronger.

Oh Captain, My Captain - Killian Jones

Summary: As part of Killian’s crew aboard the Jolly Roger, you’ve been pining after your captain for a long time. Now you’ve got to decide whether your love for him or the sea is stronger.

Word Count: 1,007

Warnings: Slight angst, pining

There’s never a dull moment aboard the Jolly Roger, that’s one of the many reasons you joined Hook’s crew. Of course, no one on the ship was stupid enough to use that moniker in front of him. To his crew he was Captain Jones, or simply just Captain. To you, he was Killian. Again, not something to be said to his face, not where you stood with him, anyhow. You were just another member of his crew, liked, respected, equal to the rest. The fact that you harbored feelings for him meant no difference, no preferential treatment. He didn’t even know because you’d never said a word.

You reflected on this now in the crowded and noisy tavern, ale in hand. Most of the time the camaraderie on the ship was enough for you. More than enough even. The crew provided you close friends, even some you’d consider family. But your heart did ache for your captain from time to time and it wasn’t something you could just shut off.

As your ship mates sang shanties, swilling tankard after tankard of ale, you took your own mug outside. You were familiar with the proprietor of this particular tavern, having docked here before, and as long as you brought it back, there’d be no beef between you. So out you went.

As you walked to the docks, the ruckus from the tavern faded away, only background noise by the time you seated yourself on the wooden boards of the dock. Sometimes, the peace and quiet helped put things in perspective for you. You always made your decisions looking at the stars in the night sky. Like a ship uses the sky to navigate the sea, so do you use it to navigate your life and your choices.

While the stars themselves had no answers for you, a clear head on a clear night never failed to steer you in the right direction. At this point, any direction would be a welcome change to what you were feeling now. As much as you loved the adventure and revelry that came with being a pirate, lately you didn’t know if it was right for you anymore. Your heart was divided between your love for the sea and your love for your captain.

As you drifted deep into thought, the stars blurring into shapeless white lights before you, a figure entered the corner of your view. You blinked away your worries and turned to bring your intruder into focus. It was none other than Killian Jones himself. “A sailor should never be without a mate,” he opened with. “May I join you?” You gave a small smile and a nod and he sat by your side. Low tide caused your feet to hover several inches over the water from your spot on the dock. It’s how you kept track of time and the night was still young.

Killian had brought his own tankard out with him in the night and you each took a sip from your drinks. In the hush that followed, you started at the ripples in the water. “Too raucous tonight,” he asked finally, trying to discern the reason you sought the companionship of the stars rather than that of his crew.

“I just have a lot to think about,” you confessed, gazing up once more at the night sky.

“The best choices are always made on a clear night,” Killian replied.

You glanced over at him, surprised to hear him say that. “That’s what I’ve always thought.”

“Guess it’s the way of the seafarer.”

“Actually, that’s what I was out here thinking about. I’ve always loved the sea, but I don’t know if it’s right for me anymore.”

“Why ever not? Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I don’t think I could withstand to lose such a vital member of my crew.” At this you gave a snort of laughter. When you’d ever been a vital member of his crew was beyond you. “Aye, what’s that for?” The way he furrowed his brow made you giggle for real. The alcohol may have had a bit to do with it too.

“A vital member of your crew? Me? I don’t need your flattery Captain, though it’s nice to think you mean it.”

“I do,” he countered. “Couldn’t get on without you.” You cast a look over at him that told him you weren’t buying it. “Okay, I probably could if I had to, but it wouldn’t be quite as much fun.”

Again, you laughed, and he laughed along with you, a sound that always got you right in the heart. “I’ll always love the adventure, the wind in my hair, the treasure, gosh, so much I’ll miss, but the one thing the sea can’t do is love me back.”

“Have you ever asked it?”

“The sea?”

He chuckled. “Not exactly.” That hush fell over the two of you again in that moment, the town was quiet save for the tavern, where your crew mates could still be heard off in the distance. And that’s when Killian leaned towards you. His eyes, blue as the sea you both loved so much, closed, and you found yourself closing your own as well. And then you felt it, the soft press of his lips, and the tickle of his facial hair against your skin. You’d imagined it so many times, but you never quite pictured it like this.

Killian rested his forehead against yours when he pulled out of the kiss. “Always thought you wanted to be just one of the crew, and I didn’t want to ruin that for you. You could have told me you wanted more.”

“Same goes for you, Captain,” you retorted, moving away from him.

“Alright, point made, love. You can call me Killian, you know? If we’re going to make a go of it, that is.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure that’s what you want?”

“I think I have room in my heart for a love other than the open ocean,” he confirmed.

Killian Jones:@jadehowlettthewolf

First “I Love You” (M*A*S*H Preference)

BJ Hunnicutt: BJ thinks long and hard about when to say “I love you” that first time. Probably overthinks it. He’ll want some romantic moment to come along that makes the moment just perfect, but knows that’s hardly likely. Still, he’ll hold off for longer than he probably should just looking for that perfect timing.

Francis Mulcahy: It’s a battle for him even knowing he loves you. So to say it takes some major thoughts about himself and you. Odds are someone else will probably tell you that he loves you before he gets around to making the decision to do so, but he’s happy that the pressure has been taken off of him when you tell him you know.

Hawkeye Pierce: Hawkeye is really a wildcard for this one. He could tell you he loves you the first time you meet, though in that case it may be a bit sarcastic. Or he could wait an excruciatingly long time to finally say it to you out loud for real.

Henry Blake: Henry can’t seem to find any time to tell you. He’ll try, but there’s usually endless interruptions, so he gets creative. He’ll have Radar come and fetch you as if on some official business and when you finally have a moment alone, he’ll finally get to say it.

Margaret Houlihan: It takes Margaret such a long time to say “I love you”. She feels like admitting it is a weakness. And, while she does feel it, she often keeps her feelings close to her chest so as not to come off as soft.

Maxwell Klinger: The moment Klinger realizes you get him like no one else does, that’s the exact moment those three little words fall from his lips the first time. Not a lot of people really understand him so to have that just cements his adoration of you.

Radar O'Reilly: Radar probably says it too fast. It just comes pouring out of his mouth one time when he’s nervously rambling to you and he’d want to take it back immediately, until you stop him and tell him you love him too.

Requested by anon

First Time Having Sex With With Nadja Would Include

• Nadja doesn’t give you much warning leading up to your first time, though you can see by the look in her eyes that she wants you.
• She’s honestly a master at foreplay though. If you’re not 100% turned on by the time the main event begins, she’d be shocked.
• That being said, she may still take things a bit too fast at first in her eagerness to have you, but if you tell her that, she’ll slow her pace to make you more comfortable.
• If you’re nervous, she has a way of making your mind just feel so calm that it’s almost eerie. Maybe it’s her vampire powers or something, but it’s actually very reassuring.
• She’s not super cuddly afterwards, but she will take care of you, tend to any marks she left on your skin, which is likely that there are at least one or two.
• She’s absolutely wonderful in bed, and will brag for days about how quickly she made you come.

For anon

Nadja:@locke-writes,@upstartcrow42,@nadjaharkness,@fog-on-the-moon,@gothtrash6969

Headcanons

• Domestic Lucy Ricardo Would Include
• Jealous Lucy Ricardo Would Include

Request: ‘can you do more of the coach daughter’ ‘can you continue on coaches daughter?’ 

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 292

Gif: Mine.

A/N: Inspired by ‘Crush Culture’ by Conan Gray. Find parts: [1] [2]

The table vibrated a notification on someone’s phone. I scrambled to pick up mine, checking if it was her. Nothing. I adjusted my volume and swiped off any other announcement.

“Dude, relax.” Zach knocked on the desk as he put his phone back down. “Just my mom, she’s wondering if you want to come over for dinner.” I nodded a ‘sure’ as I struggled to put my phone in my pocket.

I reverted my attention to the chemistry book in front of me. I tapped my pencil on the edge of the book finding it hard to focus. Apparently so did Zach because he slapped the pencil out of my hand. He widened his eyes at me and slightly shook his head.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I sighed as I sat back in the uncomfortable library chair. I pulled out my phone again, still seeing no message or sign of her contact.

Unpleased at my apology, Zach threw his eraser at me. “What’s up with you?”

I threw my head back and the sound of pops followed along. I snapped back to him and slacked my jaw. “I don’t know. It’s just… I don’t know.”

Zach had a smirk on his face while he crossed his arms. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” When I refused to look at him, he scoffed. “Dude, you know she’s like, off limits. She’s Coach Rick’s daughter-”

“Stepdaughter.” He rolled his eyes.

“Doesn’t matter and you know it.” And he’s right, Coach Rick would kick me off the team if I touched her.

Just then a familiar chime went off from my pocket. It was a text. From her.

You free tomorrow?
I’ve got good news!

“Is that her?” Zach coughed. I felt my cheeks tighten. “God, you’re hopeless.”

Request: I know I’ve been asked to do some Alex stuff, but I can’t find them.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 467

Gif: @techalamet

A/N: I want to do some holiday writings, so if y’all have any ideas, feel free to shoot them in my inbox!

You were out with the Standall family on their winter vacation to Colorado. Most of Alex’s family was in the house, in bed or asleep, but you decided to enjoy the cool evening by the campfire. Alex popped inside to make another batch of hot chocolate for the two of you. A cold breeze came by, even swaddled in your numerous blankets, you still shivered.

“Do you want another blanket?” Alex asked, placing the kettle of cocoa on the side table. You smiled up at him, shaking your head. “Okay, scoot over.”

Alex huddled in your nest of throws and knitted quilts. You leaned over to refill your mug and Alex’s while he settled in. You plopped in a few marshmallows and turned back to your boyfriend. 

“Can I get another marshmallow?” He requested, which you did. He kissed your temple and brought you into him. 

You sat in a calm silence accompanied with soft sips and the fire crackles. You looked up at the clear and wide starry sky. You held your mug, indulging in the warmth when you felt Alex shift in his spot.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You could hear the smile in his voice while he fiddled with your hair. “If I were here alone, I’d kill myself.”

You shook your head and turned to him. His hand rested on the side of your neck. You turned your face into his hand and kissed his palm. You reached over him to put your mug on his table and when you turned back to him he caught your lips with his.

You smiled as you relaxed in him. Using your forearm to keep balance, your other hand rested on his chest. He cupped the nape of your neck, keeping you to him. You pulled away but kept close to him.

“Alex,” you whispered, keeping your hand on his chest. He held your cheek in his warm hand. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Alex stroked your chin with his thumb. He pulled your face back to his. His tongue slipped between your lips, which you allowed him room to do so.

Clutching his collar, you lightly tugged him up to you while you turned over. His arm cradled behind your neck, staying close to you and never breaking the kiss. Your hand went from his collar to raking through his hair. 

Your breath became hot between the two of you. Kicking off some of the blankets, Alex readjusted his position. He took a minute to look into your eyes. You crushed his hair back, enjoying the view of him in front of the stars.

“Should we go inside?” Alex asked. “It’s kinda cold, and I don’t think anyone is awake anymore…”

Biting your lip, you nodded. Alex nodded and hurried you up to his room. 

So sorry I haven’t posted in a while!  Fully my fault, I haven’t had access to a personal computer and I plan on getting a computer of my own this summer.  I am caught up with season 2 and if anyone wants to chat about it please feel free to hmu!!! My requests are open!

What I Write For! ✿

So I’ve decided to do something to keep everything in order, so I have gathered some things that I do Oneshots and that for. Masterlist will be established at some point.

Shortly after this has been made, it will be pinned to the top of my account. <3

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

Here what the following symbols mean. These will help for what I would do for some content:

❤︎ = Fluff

‎♡ =Smut (Rules!)

☆ = Angst (Mainly Scenarios. Can’t write Oneshots for the life of me.)

✾ = Random Scenarios

♪ = Incorrect quotes

❏ = Message Scenarios

Games-

• Genshin Impact (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Cookie Run (❤︎‎♡✾♪❏)
• Vocaloid (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Sally Face (❤︎‎☆✾♪❏)
• Doki Doki Literature Club (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Yandere Simulator (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Danganronpa (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Touken Ranbu (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Ensemble Stars (❤︎‎‎♡✾♪❏)
• Hypnosis Mic (❤︎‎♡✾♪❏)
• Persona 3/5 (❤︎‎☆✾♪❏)
• Your Turn To Die (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Twisted Wonderland (❤︎‎♡✾❏)

Anime-

• Jibaku Shounen Hanako Kun (❤︎☆✾♪❏)
• Tokyo Revengers (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Kimetsu no Yaiba (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Shingeki no Kyojin/AOT (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Boku no Hero Academia (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Komi San wa Komyushou Desu (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• Code Geass (❤︎‎☆✾♪❏)
• Soul Eater (❤︎☆✾♪❏)
• Hunter x Hunter (❤︎☆✾♪❏)
• Jujutsu Kaisen (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Haikyuu!! (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Kuroko no Basket (❤︎✾♪❏)
• All Yu-Gi-Oh! (❤︎☆✾♪❏)
• Danganronpa (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Bungou Stray Dogs (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler (❤︎☆✾♪)
• Mairimashita! Iruma-kun (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• Food Wars! (❤︎‎♡✾♪❏)
• Saiki K. (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Dr. Stone (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪)
• Bakuten!! (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• SK8 The Infinity (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Anatsu Kyoushitsu (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Ouran High School Host Club (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• Kokurasetai/Love is War (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• Vanitas no Carte (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Bishounen Tanteidan (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Fate/Apocrypha (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Himegoto (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• Kakegurui (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Nanbaka (❤︎‎♡✾♪❏)
• Kamisama Hajimemashite (‎❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Toradora (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• World Trigger (❤︎☆✾♪❏)

Webcomics-

• Lalin’s Curse (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Lumine (❤︎☆✾♪❏)
• Watermelon (❤︎✾♪❏)
• Uriah (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Tower of God (❤︎‎♡☆✾♪❏)
• Get Schooled (❤︎‎♡✾♪❏)
• Clinic of Horrors (❤︎‎✾♪❏)
• Suicide Boy (❤︎‎✾♪❏)

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There are some characters that I would love to do, however they would be the only character from an anime so I left them out. I hope you all understand on what you can ask for now! ^^

Tags. ➛

Hey hi hello, hope you’re all well★ I’m here with good and bad news!

Good news: I finished all my requests (with the exception of finishing up the last bit of one), so I’m bored out of my mind. Feel free to send some in so I have something to do! In fact, I’m asking you to send some. Begging, even. I’m so,,, so bored,,,

Bad news: still no wifi. Which means though requests are done, I can’t type them up nor post them. This shit SUCKS I’m losing my mind LMAO

LUCKILY, I was finally able to order a new modem box after 3 weeks of it not being in stock… Anywhere. All that’s left is to stare out the window like a lost dog,,,,

Hey guys★

I wanted to work on some stuff this past week for you all, but my modem box decided to flop so I’ve been without internet and writing on my phone just ain’t happenin’. I tried. I got angry. Now we are here. Asdghjljfj LMAO

Just letting you guys know it’ll be a bit before I can start working again; in the mean time requests are still open so feel free to send me anything and I’ll get to it asap, or feel free to stop by and drop your thoughts on anything. See ya★

Hello★ Hope you’re all having a nice day! Also hope you enjoyed the last four pieces I had for you ♡

Unfortunately, there is none today– I’m taking a break because it’s my birthday! I’ll be back to work either tomorrow or the day after. Oh, and Happy Solstice! ★

Either way, I’ve got only two requests left in the box, so feel free to send in some more for me to get to! Headcanons, scenarios, drabbles/fics ★

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Are there any themes you guys wanna see? Or any stimboards for character? I’ve ran out of ideas.

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