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Okay, um, I’m sort of here. I’ve been writing again, like an actual decent amount, but it’s been working on my long fics, like the Sub Au fic and some other ones that I haven’t touched since spring. Again, I’ll be back to requests when I have the time/energy. 

In the mean time, though, I’m sorta looking for a person (or a couple people) to look over some of my non-DL in progress writing and check for typos/encourage me/let me explain ideas to them. So, if any of my followers are into Tokyo Ghoul in particular, and would like to do the above as well as see some of my works before they’re posted, send me a message!

Also, I said Tokyo Ghoul, but I’d be delighted to find anyone who knows any of the fandoms I’ve written for here on my Ao3. Those long fics are the ones I need to be poked into working on… -w-

I’M BACK

arrancxr:

I HAVE RETURNED!!!

I’m finally settled in in my new apartment, college is going well, and I will hopefully be able to return to a semi-normal writing schedule soon. In the mean time, if I dropped off the face of the Earth in a conversation with you, send me something. My life is finally going back to sort of normal, and I want  to catch up on this stuff!

Thank y’all for your patience!! I shall write again soon!!

TODAY IS MY MOVING DAY! Regular posting should resume soon, hopefully! But in the mean time, I’m soooorta freaking out, so if y’all could send me some nice things it would be much appreciated! ((・▽・)) Like Innocents or LHC stuff, or just cute DL ideas to distract me from the whole moving thing cause I am VERY NERVOUS

Writing Commissions!!

Short story, I need to get together $120.

Long story, dolls are my special interest and are about 70% of what’s keeping me from getting super depressed all over again, and at the moment I’m after a very cute, yet very expensive doll head that I fell in love with.

So! Writing commissions!!

What I will write:

  • Ocs
  • Self Inserts
  • Nsfw
  • Honestly pretty much anything that doesn’t actively bother me

Fandom wise, just ask. I’ve seen a lot of anime and such, and I’m open to writing about anything that I’m decently familiar with. Hollow-related Bleach stuff and Diabolik Lovers are preferred (cause I’m most used to writing them), but I’m not picky!

Prices:

$1 USD per 100 words, plus PayPal fees. A 1000 word fic would be $10, a 500 word short would be $5, and so on. I’m open to writing anything from shorts to long fics! If there’s something you’ve wanted to see me write, now’s your chance!! ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ

Also, I will definitely take commissions for chapters of the Sub Au fic!!

Requests:

This is kind of a new idea, and I’m not sure if it’ll work, but I’ll do extra requests from the ask for $2 USD each. By extra, I mean posted outside of the usual one-a-day-ish schedule that I try to keep. I’ve had people asking for more requests posted a day! So! Here’s a way to try to make that happen!! Oh, and if you want to, you can get multiple of these!! I’m open to as many of these commissions as there are requests to do for them~

Message me if you’re interested in anything, please!! ( ◞･౪･)

The Kou one is done!! Laito is up next!! 😀 Hope you don’t mind that I decided to do these in short fic form~

Blindfolded, so he couldn’t use his magic eye to gain any kind of upper hand, you could see faint tear tracks along the flushed skin of Kou’s cheeks.

You’d spent the past ten minutes talking to him, breaking down every wall you could find, little by little pulling apart the glue that held together his carefully constructed facade. Kou had been left just helpless enough that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself together, and you’d slowly pulled away every bit of fakeness that he clung to, used to shield himself from the world.

His shoulders were shaking, little trembles spasming through him as he fought with whatever pride he had left not to cry. What you could see of his face was scrunched up, streaked with messy, wet tears.

When you lowered a hand to his face to brush away tears, he flinched.

“Poor thing. You didn’t want me to see this, did you?” you murmured, stroking your fingers over hot, damp skin. “Are you afraid?”

Kou sobbed, trying to curl up on himself, but you nudged his limbs back apart, not letting him hide. “O-Of course not,” he whined, voice fragile and weak. “I– I don’t–It feels like you’re taking me apart.” His hand found your wrist, squeezing, and he hesitantly nuzzled at your hip.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, and Kou froze. A little whine left his throat, and his hand tightened around your wrist, bruising.

“N-No! I’m, it’s–” he shuddered again, so hard you could feel it. “Please don’t leave me. I need you.” There was a raw emotion in his voice like nothing you’d ever heard from him, something vulnerable and open.

“Not gonna leave,” you crooned, leaning down to press soft little kisses onto what skin of his face you can reach. Kou whimpered at the touch, squirming, and when he reached up to tug you down to him, you went willingly. You let yourself be pulled back onto the bed, where Kou latched on.

You pulled him close to you, looping an arm around his skinny shoulders and letting him nuzzle into your chest. He clings to you like he needs the affection terribly, pressing his blindfolded face close.

“Good boy. Thank you so much for trusting me. I won’t leave, promise. I’ll be right here to take care of you,” you say, soft.

Kou whines, mumbles something into your skin about how broken he is, and your heart aches. This is the real him. At least, as close to it as you’ve ever gotten, and what you’re finding is heartbreaking.

What’s happened to him is so far beyond what you know how to deal with. Just getting to the root of the trauma like this is hard for both of you. You can’t imagine what you’d have to do to actually start fixing anything that you’ve found. You don’t know if Kou could take it.

“It’s okay if you’re broken,” you say, pausing for just a moment to press another kiss into his soft hair. “I’ll love you no matter what.”

is there anything we, your humble followers, could do to coax you into publishing more requests UvO~

In general, your best bet is leaving me comments!! Especially on the long fics that I work really hard on, comments are super encouraging and make me write lots more! ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧

At the moment though, hmmm… Well, I’ve been doing the “post a request for every ask about my Ocs I get” thing on @arrancxr, and that’s been fun, soooo I guess I’ll do that here too!! Except, because I’m feeling kind of down tonight, asks about Litchi Hikari Club and Innocents Shounen Juujigun count too~ 

Or, and this is a long shot but I only have like a week left to get rid of some of them, if anyone buys a doll off of my Etsy, I’ll post at least 10 requests at once!!

Could you please do a sub Ayato where he is desperately trying to get the readers attention and begging them?

Done!!! 😀

“Hey! Come on! Are you really going to ignore me?” There was a desperate edge in Ayato’s voice, something almost fragile.

“Mhmm. And I assume you’re not going to backtalk me again either?” you ask, turning to face him. “I gave you rules, and you broke them. This is what happens.” As soon as you were done, you stood up and walked away, leaving him wide-eyed and choking over protests behind you.

You were thoroughly sick of the brattiness. For all Ayato said he was going to let you take control, he refused to shut up and actually let it happen. There were always protests, whining, disobedience at every turn.

And it wasn’t like he was just afraid. You could tell that it was on purpose, from the self-satisfied grin he gave you every time you gave up and let him bite you, allowing him to get away with being in charge for one more night just to spare yourself the trouble of a fight.

While it was pretty clear that the reason behind it was uncertainty, fear of losing his iron grip on what little power he had, you didn’t like it.

You knew well that Ayato thrived on attention and praise, that the few times you’d ever seen him close to losing it were when you’d treated him like something precious and loved.

And thus, you’d come up with the idea to do the exact opposite.

Footsteps followed you back to your room, and when you went to shut the door behind you, Ayato caught it, slipping into the room behind you with a look of something close to worry creasing his features. His hands clenched into fists, and his pretty green eyes narrowed, almost pouty.

“Fine. Please? Please quit ignoring me?” he asked, sounding more frustrated than pleading. You crooked a brow, then turned away again.

“What do I have to do?” he shouted, grabbing you by the shoulder and twisting you to face him. All you did was remove his hand and walk away, sitting down on your bed and pointedly not giving a reaction.

You were about to pull out a book when you felt a nudge at your leg.

Ayato had sat down on the floor, hugging your leg like a child. His face was hidden, ducked down far enough that you couldn’t see his expression.

“Please don’t do this,” he whined, a raw note in his voice that made something in your chest ache. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be good…” With those words, he squeezed you tighter, acting like he was afraid you were going to kick him away. For all you knew, he might really have been expecting it. This was, by far, the most vulnerable you’d ever seen the proud boy.

That was definitely far enough.

You leaned down, hugging what you could reach of his slender shoulders. “Okay, it’s okay. I’m going to pay attention to you now. All I wanted was an apology and some effort. You did so good.”

The face he looked up at you with was full of open need, something soft and fragile, that would have been so easy to shatter for good.

I’d love to see a service sub Reiji drabble where he is worshipping the reader and pampering her! Or maybe a needy, desperate and already pathetically attached Azusa trying to get the reader’s attention prompt?

Σ(ノ°▽°)ノ The Reiji part is now done!! This came out as kind of a weird combination of fluffy and sad, somehow. I doubt that’s what you wanted, but here’s hoping it’s good!

Slowly, as if he isn’t quite sure he can let himself do it, Reiji kneels in front of you, lowering his head just enough to look nervous.

“You’re… really going to go through with this?” His voice is unsteady, something like uncertainty filling the words. For once, he can’t meet your gaze, can’t face you with his usual dignity and composure.

“We agreed on it, didn’t we?” Reiji flinches at your words, a frown tugging at his lips. “You don’t have to worry about it. Just do what I say and let me take responsibility for it. No thinking, okay?” You brush your fingers over his cheek, reassuring. His eyes close, dark lashes soft against pale skin.

A few minutes later sees you in the nicest chair in your room, posture relaxed, yet commanding, leaving no room for Reiji to let himself resist. He’s just standing again, taking away the dishes from that night’s meal.

You figured out early that caretaking, even from such a submissive position, gives Reiji a sense of purpose that he struggles to find on his own. You haven’t had a chance to take full advantage of this until now, but giving orders while Reiji worlessly obeys is a heady moment. It’s not a stretch to assume that he’s just as affected by the little commands and kind words.

So hard for him to give up his pride, it had taken far too long to get to this point, where Reiji had willingly agreed to let you make the choices.

Even for a little bit. Even for a night like this.

First was dinner, then a manicure; little things that let him feel owned. It had to be safe, nothing major, but having him kneel quietly while you ate was, by itself, one of the more powerful moments you’d experienced.

Reiji returns, resuming his position beside your chair without having to be told. He learns quick, you both know, and when you aren’t looking for an excuse to resort to discipline, he’s nothing short of perfect for you. Even the tense look his features carried at first has melted away into an even calm.

When you reach out to stroke his hair, Reiji leans into it.

He’d never have done this before, even just weeks ago. You don’t know how deep into the mindset of not thinking, of trusting, of being yours he is, but at the very least, he’s ignoring his own sense of pride.

You’ve told him not to talk, to let himself relax and let you make the choices, and he obeys, even though you know it’s a struggle for him not to fight someone else’s control.

“You’re doing good, you know,” you mumble, absentmindedly petting his soft hair. “I’m proud of you for letting me do this.”

The little shudder that goes through him is impossible to miss.

There’s more you’ll have him do tonight. You don’t want to push anything, of course, but this is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him, even through the tremble in his shoulders that neither of you can miss.