"Be my victim.."

Minor , Bisexual, Disabled

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Requests: I can do requests but only if the prompt meets my interest or gives inspiration. I have the right not to reply or just simply do not do it if I do not feel like it. But I do apologise if your request never sees the light of day.

I only write Female and Gender neutral reader. And my female reader is mostly for female characters (As it's hard to find wlw as most people want straight shit), unless requested to be gender neutral.

I do not do smut.

I will not write non con and ect.

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Characters I write for by fandom:

Roblox: Builderman, Guest 666, Noobador, Azuri, Reginald, Telamon.

Avatar: Varang, Zari, Wukula, Ronal, Tonowari, Etuwa, Nesim, Z-dog.

Sakamoto days: Gaku, Hyo.

Goat: Mane attraction, Jett Filmore.

Tadc: Caine.

Poppy playtime: Prototype (Platonic only), Poppy (Platonic only).

Starlight express: Electra, Coco, Greaseball.

The incredibles: Apogee, Gazerbeam.

Transformers: Elita one, Megatron.

Star wars: Maul, Devon Izara (Platonic only.), Embo.

Gachiakuta: Semiu, Enjin (Platonic only), Rudo (Platonic only), Riyo (Platonic only).

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THE BIG LIST OF STORIES!

Darth maul x Former jedi! reader

Notes: Unreliable narrator, angst, forbidden love, breaking the jedi code, oneshot (might do a part 2? Dunno), not much maul in this 😔, short, set a little bit after order 66, gender neutral reader, might also do a prequel of reader and Maul reuniting during the clone wars.

Pain. And sadness.

Those were the only things that followed you now. No laughter, no cheap jabs, not even a tight smile. You were a shell of your former self. You almost scoffed as you went down memory lane. You were naive and rebellious back the–having grown up in the order since you were two, you longed for the outside world, yearned to have one normal night. You never knew what it felt like so you continuosly pushed your master and the council for it, complaing about the code. They scolded you constantly, and as you grew you stuck to your views, you could never grow out of them. And after one particular scolding from a council member—looking back on it you couldn't believe they let you stay in the order—you left the temple in the middle of the night. Finding yourself in a seedy underground bar. And that's where you met him. He was quiet and unnerving, but he had this arua around him that spoke to you. And he...he wanted you.

He gave you what you desired, handed it to you on a silver platter, and you....oh you...you ate it straight out of his hand. You were intoxicated with passion, drunk on it. And he was the mastermind behind it. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you feel safe, loved, comforted. And making you forget. Forget he was sith. Forget about the code. Forget about your master. So he could turn you. Design you into what you hated and stand by his side. And you could not let that stand.

"Was it all a lie!?" You shouted, your light saber in hand as he stood there speechless. He couldn't move. He was stuck in place, his pupils dilated as he stared at you. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost. "Be reasonable!" He shouted. "It was nothing like that! And you know it!" The rest of your fight was a blur. The only thing you can remember after that is running. Running as fast as you can, while tears flew down your face.

You could sometimes still hear him screaming your name in quiet moments. And sometimes you swore you could feel his presence. And it was gnawing at you, had he found you through the bond? No...No you shut off the bond years ago! It couldn't be possible. You shivered slightly, your arms wrapping around you as you sat down in an alleyway. You had nowhere to stay, no money, and no food. Maker, you had spent your last credits getting to this kriffing planet! You groaned as your mind continued to wander, before gently closing your eyes for just a few seconds then opening them again. And yet when you opened them again you were still alone.

other than that though i just found your account and i really like your writing style. the yuri is so cute yo 🥺 and i think thats all i really wanted to say, i think you're really cool and yeah. bye.

Awh thank you so much for your kind words! They mean a lot.

He's probs ooc but I found it funny

Just please read my rules, I will greatly appreciate it if you do!

Azuri x Fem! Doctor! Reader

Notes: Requested by @listenhereandrew , wlw , Fluff, just so much fluff , possibly ooc Azuri, takes place after demo 5, reader owns a clinic, established relationship, short story.

"ZURI!!"

Those were the first words the mage heard when she entered your clinic, staff at the ready. Your voice. Her dear love. You immediately ran into her arms, hugging her tightly. "Oh, I'm so glad you're okay!" You said pulling back and looking at her. Narrowing your eyes, you scanned her face looking at every small detail. "Why is your face all banged up!?" You questioned, before grabbing her hand and pulling her into a room, not even giving her time to answer your question.

Slowly sitting down, Azuri placed her staff down at her side, watching you as you mumbled to yourself before bringing a med kit over. Kneeling down Infront of her, you took her face into your hands gently pressing a kiss to her cheek before pulling back and slapping multiple bandages across her face. Sighing, Azuri slowly shook her head. "Must you do it so harshly?" She deadpanned while you just huffed, standing up and putting your things away. "A Korblox messed up your pretty face how am I supposed to not be annoyed!" You pouted, crossing your arms and standing Infront of her.

"It wasn't a Korblox." She corrected. "It was Master Telamon's guest." She explained. Azuri saw the way your jaw dropped before quickly regaining your composure and started to talk, but the mage immediately cut you off with a raise of her hand. "It was a necessary battle." You scoffed. "Necessary my a—" You didn't get to finish your sentence before Azuri quickly scolded you with a call of your name. "Do not give me that, dear." She said, rubbing her temples. Sagging your shoulders you slowly nodded. "Sorry." You murmured. "Apologies are not needed." She responded, gesturing you to come closer.

"Please, stay with me a moment. I wish to bask in your presence." She said softly. You smiled gently, lossing your pettiness and sitting beside her, giving her another peck on the cheek. "I love you." You whispered gently, resting your head on her shoulder.

START WRITING.

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JUST WRITE AND POST!

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Damn, did not know my writing conveyed that much emotion! Thank you for reading it and taking time to write me a question!

Platonic! Rudo x Mother figure! Reader, Platonic! Enjin x reader

Notes: I'm not that far into the series (I'm on like episode ten or something) so I do apologise if Rudo or Enjin are out of character. Reader is a spherite. No one knows reader is a spherite. Female reader. Unnamed original character. Fluff. Hugs. Crying. Swearing. Reader works for the cleaners. Grammar errors.

"OH MY DAYS! CUT THE VEGETABLES OR I'M STICKING YOUR HEAD IN THE OVEN!"

A muffled voice yelled out as Rudo and Enjin approached some big doors. "Damn! Someone's in a good mood." The blonde cleaner chuckled to himself—while Rudo just stood there confused as shit—before clearing his throat. "Anyways, you're gonna wait out here while I butter our dear chef up." He explained, waving a hand at the teen—leaving no room for the sphereite to speak up—before opening the door and stepping in, quickly closing it behind him.

"Oh, Y/n!" Enjin sang as he walked over to a tall woman, you, and a much smaller boy, they were both huddled over a counter. The little man shaking with anxiety as he held up a knife. "I'm trying, Ma'am!" He cried but was immediately met with a light smack to the back of his head. "Try harder!" The lady yelled, crossing her arms and scowling, before shooting a glare straight at the cleaner. "Get the fuck out of my kitchen, Enjin!" She screamed but the blondie didn't even react. "Nah." He said casually, sliding onto one of the countertops.

You let out a small groan, a hand immediately going to your temples. "I'm about to grow grey hairs because of you brats." You hissed. "Think you're already growing some." The Akuta sassed as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter. "Dickhead." You replied, putting a hand on your apprentices shoulder. "Go take a break, kid. I'm already feeling parched from screaming at your ass." The boy—Enjin didn't know his name and you had never bothered to give it to him, which was rude because you two were basically besties at this point—nodded with a loud gulp. "Alright." He sighed, putting the knife down and walking away. Exiting through the back entrance.

"Did you stick his head in the oven?" Enjin commented after a beat of silence. You didn't answer him, instead grabbing a glass and sticking it under the sink, turning the tap. Water started to flow down before suddenly stopping. Grumbling, you slapped the metal before grabbing the glass. "Water's gone again.." You groaned, lifting the glass to your lips you took a long sip before turning to the cleaner. "So why are you here?" You asked, finally acknowledging him. "Glad you asked, chef." He drawled. "Got some fresh meet for you to meet." You raised a brow. "A newcomer?" Enjin nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette. "I mean kinda. Boss ain't here so it's not official, but the boy needs us."

"Kay.." You murmured, taking another sip of your drink. "So, I'm making him shake hands at the moment, and you're the last on my list." Placing the glass down, you leaned against the counter. "But why does he need to meet me?" You questioned as Enjin shrugged at you. "Well, you're gonna be cooking the boy's food ain't ya? So, he's gotta met the lady who might put hairballs in his soup!" You rolled your eyes. "I have never done something like that in my life!" You grumbled, turning your head towards the door. "You gonna the let boy in or what?" Enjin put his lighter away, his cigarette hanging out of his mouth, before hopping off the counter.

"Rudo!" He called, making you tense up. "You can come in now!" It can't be him, you thought silently. Maybe it was just coincidence. Just someone with your boy's name. Lifting your head, you stared at the boy walking in, your eyes sparkling with recognition. "Meet y/n! She's our head chef, so she'll be the one giving you some fucking delicious treats." Enjin introduced you enthusiasticly. While the boy just stood there, eyes going wide as a tense silence settled in. Clearing your throat, you turned towards your friend. "Enjin." You said through gritted teeth, "Can you pop out back for me? The kid wanted to ask you something." Enjin tilted his head, letting out a small 'hah?' before his eyes narrowed at your expression, immediately catching on. "Right. Call if you need anything." He said, quickly leaving you two alone.

"Is it you? Y/n?" Rudo murmerd after a beat of silence, eyes wider than an owls. Your jaw tightens as you stalk towards him, expression unreadable. You gently wrap your arm around him, pressing your lips to his head. "I'm here, Rudo." You whispered, a light sob coming from the boy as he wrapped his arms around you, his grip quickly tightening. "You're here.." He cried, head flat against your chest, soaking your apron with tears. "You're real!" You couldn't help but sigh, gently stroking his back before he suddenly pulled back. Tears still running down his face but his expression had changed.

"5 years." He murmured, his hands fisting at your clothes. "I thought you were dead! For five years!" He screamed. The poor boy started to shake in anger as he continued to yell and scream, before you gently tugged at his top, pulling him back into you. "I know. I know, baby." You whispered, placing a hand on his head.

Platonic! Poppy, prototype x 'Mother'! Reader

Notes: Prototype might be out of character. Reader is gender neutral but is referred to as 'mother'. Reader has been turned into a toy but what they are has not been described. Set after chapter 5. Reader was originally human.

It has been what feels like years–it most likely has been–since Poppy last saw you. But you...you aren't what she remembers. You're not human anymore. You're plastic, it almost looks like porcelain with the way the light shines down on you.

"Mother.." She whispers, hurrying towards your sitting form, the monster following after her. Poppy curled into your lap, her tiny hands reaching towards your face. Sobs escaping her mouth before her head whipped behind her, staring the prototype down. "What did you do to them!" She screamed.

"What I had to." He answers, circling the mother and daughter. "They were sick," He paused, the jingling of his bells being the only thing heard in the sickening silence before he continued. "They asked me to do this. And why should a son deny his mother a chance to live." Poppy gasped, shaking her head. "Liar!" The doll shouted at the towering monster.

"They would've-..." She stuttered, her voice fading into her voice box. "Would've what, Poppy?" The prototype prods, that sickening grin looking down at her. Poppy hugs you tightly, shaking her head. "They would never have let you do this! Never!" She sobs.

The prototype growled, grabbing poppy by the head and lifting her up to his eye level. "You have no right to say that!" He hissed. "I have every right!" She shot back, her body shaking. The prototype looked down at you before looking back at poppy, his grip tightening. Nearly making her look worse. "I should have never brought you to them. What a waste." He scoffed, re-adjusting his grip on poppy and walking away from you.

"What are you doing!?" Poppy yelled, squirming in his grip, before realisation started to dawn. "No! Don't put me back there!" The doll cried out. "Please! Let me stay with them!" She begged, but he never reacted. "Mother!" She screamed. And that cry seemed to wake you.

The porcelain doll continued to scream and cry before a voice cut in. Your voice. "P-Poppy..?" You rasped, your eyes fluttering. "Mother!" Poppy gasped. The prototype paused mid stride, turning around and walking towards you. "Did she wake you, Mother?" He asked, his grip tightening around the doll's waist. You just stared at him, no response coming from your lips.

The prototype hummed, a deep rumble coming from his chest. "Sleep, Mother." He said gently. "You will see her again soon." He assured, his hand stroking your head gently. "What did you do to them!?" She repeated as the prototype continued his stride to the exit. Ignoring her cries. As you stared helplessly at her, frozen in your position. Watching as they left, poppy's cries echoing through the factory.