Request Rules

request rules

last update; january 10th, 2022 please send requests to my ask box, thank you! requests are currently: open

rules

- i am 18+, thus some of my work may contain mature themes. i make sure to label warnings before each piece, so read at your own risk!

- i will not write any requests that i am uncomfortable or unfamiliar with, including:

triggering themes

certain races, cultures, etc.

pre-given descriptions (height, hair color, eye color, etc.)

i do not want to offend anyone with my work, and want it to be as inclusive as possible!!

- if i do not feel inspired by a request, i might decline it. please don't feel bad if i don't write yours!

- most of my writing will be gender neutral unless a prompt requires otherwise!

who i write for:

harry potter

- golden trio

- draco malfoy + slytherin co. (blaise, theo, pansy, etc.)

- fred and george weasley

- marauders minus peter

* feel free to ask about other characters !

maze runner

- ivy trio (newt, thomas, minho)

- gally

- aris

- teresa

* i'll write for any characters really!

narnia

- edmund

- peter

- lucy (aged up or platonic)

- susan

dream smp

- dream team

- punz

- quackity

- badboyhalo

- nihachu

- karl jacobs

- wilbur soot

- c!technoblade

*if a cc has explicitly stated they are not okay with irl fics, please let me know! i will write both dsmp! and irl for anyone who doesn't have c! beside their name.

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easy! i’m just starting a new job so i only went for a few hours to do some training stuff :]

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nails [karljacobs]

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: karl has been begging you to come on his stream, and you finally decide to do it.

wc: 1.6k

anon asked: “karl x gn!reader where he is doing a painting nails stream w “special guest” and introduces the reader (kinda like the stream w sapnap)”

a/n: this went from really bad to progressively okay? this is definitely not my best writing, but i tried :)

tw: like 2 swears? fluff mostly, slight fear of being on stream

“hey chat! how are you all doing today?” karl beamed, watching as messages flew through the chat, a chorus of good!s, and great!s brought a smile to his face. “that’s great to hear guys, my day has been going pretty well, thanks for asking!”

you smiled, leaning against the doorframe of his filming studio watching karl thrive in his element. streaming was never something you truly understood until he introduced you to his line of work. you had no idea the intricacies that went into gaming systems and all the terminology he and his friends would go on about, it was as though they were speaking a foreign language.

regardless, you supported him through it all, and karl couldn’t have been happier to have you by his side. he was, however, quite adamant about showing you off to his chat, which at first was absolutely terrifying and you politely declined, pushing it off. he didn’t push of course, karl wanted nothing more than for you to be happy.

that didn’t stop him about going on and on about you to his chat and friends, though. at any given opportunity he’d mention your name, or tell a story about you. to no surprise, chat was begging to meet you, but karl always brushed them off with “they’ll come on when they’re ready.”

it wasn’t until sapnap came to visit and allowed karl to paint his nails that you finally decided it was time. after the stream had ended and sapnap was removing the black polish, the two were discussing future sub goals. you took a deep breath, walking over to the pair.

“you know, you could paint my nails for a sub goal.” you spoke softly, grabbing a bottle of polish from karl’s collection and fiddling with it nervously. you could practically feel the excitement oozing off your boyfriend as he began to bounce on the balls of his feet.

“really? you wanna be on my stream?” he exclaimed, and you giggled at his excitement. he truly was the cutest.

“yeah, i mean. it’s been long enough, i see the tweets about your mysterious significant other, and how its all you talk about.” you gave him a smug grin, and he just shrugged, shamelessly. “gotta give the fans what they want.” you smiled, and karl quickly tackled you in a hug, before he and sapnap ran off to do who-knows-what.

after sapnap had gone home and the ‘karlnap’ content had run out, karl announced his new sub goal. “alright chat, hear me out. if we can get to 23k subscribers - we’re at 20k right now, i’ll bring a special guest and paint their nails on stream.” a flurry of guesses flooded his chat, and karl laughed at some of the options. “chat, chat calm down.. i’m not spoiling who it is.” he grinned, moving onto the next topic as to avoid spoiling the surprise.

by the end of the stream, he had somehow hit the sub goal. “chat, you guys are insane! thank you so much!” he exclaimed, reading out some gifted subs and donos, before wrapping up his stream for the night. “i’ll tweet out the time for the guest stream later tonight, see you guys!” with that, he ended, quickly making his way to your shared bedroom.

“y/n! we hit the sub goal!” he beamed, and you blinked at him in surprise.

“already?” you mumbled, and he nodded eagerly. you smiled, shrugging casually. inside, you were beyond nervous, but you forced it away as the two of you celebrated, ordering some fast food and relaxing for the rest of the night, until karl had to leave to join quackity on his stream.

two days later, the anxiously awaited day had arrived. karl was finally going to introduce you to his stream. he had replicated the set up he had for when sapnap had been visiting, and all day he had been practically bouncing off the walls in excitement. the past few days, karl had been asking you constantly if you were sure, as once you were in front of the camera, there was no going back. you assured him it was fine. now or never, you kept telling yourself.

karl told you to wait outside as he started up the stream, and he would come collect you when he was ready. you could faintly hear his excited voice through the wall, pacing back in forth in your bedroom. you could do this - how bad could it really be? you’d spent the morning going through twitter, looking for any sort of distaste from the viewers, but they’d all been quite excited for the stream as far as you saw.

you only hoped they weren’t disappointed that it was you, and not some other streamer.

before you could pursue the thought further, karl opened the door with a wide smile, and you returned it, following him down to his streaming room. he peered into the camera eagerly, softly grabbing your arm and pulling you into the frame. you smiled nervously, offering a small wave. the chat exploded with a large amount of messages like “who is that??” “is that y/n???”, and you giggled.

karl guided you to sit in the spare seat, sitting in his own. “chat! this is my special guest, everyone meet my partner! this is y/n!” he exclaimed, and you nodded, attempting to read the extremely speedy chat.

“how the hell do you read this, karl?” you mumbled, and he let out a loud laugh, and blushed. “wait, can i swear on your stream? sorry! i didn’t know!” you covered, and karl couldn’t help but admire how cute you are.

“don’t worry about it, n/n. it’s cool! quackity swears all the time.” he assured you, and you let out a huff.

“i feel so unprepared. this is your fault.” you pouted, and karl laughed, glancing at his chat.

“look at you, already farming “awws” in chat. they’re a professional streamer, chat!” he joked, and the chat agreed quickly, messages saying how cool or cute you were being spammed frequently. karl beamed at the support, launching into a story about you doing something stupidly embarrassing, but he insisted “it was cute!” so you let him continue. you desperately tried to read chat, and nearly jumped when a donation came through, scaring you half to death.

“aren’t you supposed to be painting their nails, karl?” it read, and you laughed.

“karl, where’s the nail polish?” you asked, and his eyes widened, looking around his setup; the polish nowhere to be found.

“shoot! uh, i’ll be right back chat! entertain them, y/n!” he exclaimed dramatically, running out of the frame to presumably, your bedroom.

you smiled, trying to read the chat, to no avail. “guys, this is impossible. seriously, how does anyone read chat when it’s going this fast??” you huffed, picking out a few messages here and there. “check twitter y/n!!” you read out, frowning. “oh gosh, chat. what am i about to find?” you muttered, but pulled out your phone anyways, opening the bird app.

you gasped, seeing your name trending with various screenshots flooding the trend. many were of you, zoomed in, doing something cute - others were you and karl giving each other heart eyes, and some were clips of funny things you said. you were in awe, and smiled at the camera. “thank you guys so much - uh, holy shit, i’m trending on twitter. now that is something i never thought i’d say, like, ever?” you stumbled, and that’s when karl returned, a bucket of nail polish in hand.

“okay, i didn’t know which you’d want, so i brought them all.” he beamed, placing the bucket in front of you. you peered through it, picking out your desired colour and placing it in front of karl. “hey chat, sorry about that. i got so excited having y/n here, i forgot the nail polish! i hope you weren’t too bored without me!” you scoffed, hitting his arm with the back of your hand.

“excuse me, sir. i’ll actually be taking over your twitch channel now, since they loved me so much.” you stated proudly, and karl frowned in mock-offense. he looked to chat, all of which agreed it was a great idea, and you winked at the camera.

“whatever chat. they’re mine. you can’t have them.” karl pouted, wrapping his arms around you protectively. you rolled your eyes, pushing him off playfully.

“now you’re.. what did you say? farming “awws”?” you joked, and karl huffed, uncapping the polish you’d chosen and grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in front of the camera with a playful glare, before gently placing your hand on the table and getting to work on your nails.

the conversation flowed easy from there, the two of you answering chat and donos, and chatting about yourselves. you were having a great time, and karl’s heart swelled seeing you so happy - not to mention, he’d been hoping to introduce you for some time now. he was perfectly content in that moment, painting his lover’s nails while on stream, in his happy place.

as for you, you felt empowered. somehow, you were live in front of thousands of people, yet you felt so comfortable - perhaps it was karl by your side, or the overly supportive chat, but you were so glad you’d suggested this to your boyfriend. you couldn’t believe it had taken you so long to agree to appear on his channel, and after you’d ended the stream you eagerly asked him when you could come back next.

side note: karl definitely didn't paint his nails the next day to match yours, and post a picture of your entwined hands with matching coloured nails. (yes, he did.)

flights [quackity]

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

synopsis: surprising your boyfriend ft sneaky karl

wc: 1.2k

a/n: inspired by quackity's stream & the wattpad writers who are putting all of us tumblr writers out of business.

tw: mentions of flying idk? a few swears as usual

you glanced nervously at the estimated arrival screen in front of you for the hundredth time, hoping endlessly that it would miraculously fast forward to you being in the arms of the love of your life. you just couldn’t wait.

when karl first mentioned he was flying quackity out to north carolina to film content again, you made a joke about crashing their reunion and surprising your boyfriend. it was a thoughtless idea, one that was meant to pass with the moment. karl, being the most spontaneous man you’d ever met, loved the idea. rather than letting it go, he booked you a flight himself right then and there. and so, here you were.

perhaps he was so willing because he was the one to unofficially set up you and quackity that he was so adamant on being there for your first time meeting. from the day you two had told him you were officially dating, he’d been trying to get you to meet. you should’ve known it would’ve gone like this, if you were being honest to yourself.

there was only one problem. you and karl were alex’s best friends, and go-to for daily calls. it was unbelievably hard to make plans behind his back. one wrong word, and he’d be onto you and all up in your business. as much as he’d deny it, your boyfriend was extremely curious, and that usually led to him being quite nosy.

finally though, the time had come, and you could stop being so tentative around him. instead, you would actually be able to see him, kiss him, to be in his arms. it was a real life fantasy.

you glanced out the window, watching the night sky with a dreamy look in your eyes, dancing over the bright city lights that illuminated the ground. there was something calming about the notion, and you sighed, leaning back in your seat.

you closed your eyes, putting on a soft playlist and losing yourself in your thoughts. you recounted some of your favourite memories with karl and quackity, whether it be the time they first brought you in for jackbox and you killed everyone in mad verse city, or the time the three of you stayed up on call by yourselves and had a competition to see who could stay awake the longest. (spoiler alert, it was karl)

you couldn’t help but smile fondly as countless other memories flooded your mind, and as you peeked an eye open and watched the plane slowly drift over the sheer clouds, you couldn’t help but remind yourself to make the most of this trip, and to make note of all your favourite moments. you imagined there would be plenty, but you would do your best to remember them all.

at some point during your peaceful state, you managed to drift off into a light slumber. suddenly the dreaded flight wasn’t so long, and before you knew it, you were awoken by a voice announcing to passengers it was time to return to seats and prepare for descent. you beamed, the remaining exhaustion from your sleep quickly disappearing and you were sure you could’ve exploded of happiness at any given moment.

you shot karl a quick text as you made your way to baggage claim, and he responded with a quick okay, letting you know he and quackity were on their way. you bounced on the balls of your feet, craning your neck to attempt to see over the massive crowds.

your phone buzzed again, a text from karl illuminating your screen. ‘here’. it was a simple, one word message but it sent your heart racing a mile a minute. you looked around once more, faintly spotted a mess of curls peeking out from the crowd. you weaved through the dozens of passersby, trying to get a better look if it was karl.

you brighten immediately upon realizing it was in fact your dear friend, shooting him a quick “i see you, don’t move.” you maneuvered out of the crowd so you were directly in their line of view, karl smirking once he saw you. quackity had yet to notice, too busy complaining by the looks of it.

you quickly typed out another text, this time to your boyfriend.

‘hey, u look so cute right now’.

‘what the hell, i always look cute. what makes you say that, though?’

‘i don’t know, i just think it’s cute your beanie matches your hoodie!’

‘how did you know they matched? creep.’

‘look up from your phone for once in your life and maybe you’ll find out?’

he frowned, looking at karl before turning his head and gazing around, until his eyes ran over you and continued on. you watched as he froze, doing a double take. you smiled brightly, running the short distance between you and throwing your arms around him tightly. he tensed, but in a split second he softened completely and reciprocated the hug, his hold on you twice as tight as your own.

“surprise.” you whispered, gently rocking the two of you back and forth as quackity let the realization sink in.

“wait, what the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, and you feigned sad, deciding to toy with him.

“aren’t you happy to see me?” you frowned, and he instantly panicked and began stuttering apologies. you and karl both burst into a fit of giggles, you finally wiggling out of your boyfriend’s grasp and moving to hug your best friend. quackity pouted, huffing and crossing his arms, mumbling about his two favourite people being ‘traitors’.

the three of you collected your bags, casual conversation flowing between you. you thought it would be awkward at first, but you’ve known them for the longest time and they were the two people you felt most comfortable with, and you couldn’t believe you thought it would be any different than your late night calls.

arriving at karl’s place, it was far past midnight and the three of you decided to call it a night, opting to start off your adventures in the morning. you and alex made your way to the spare room, while karl waved you off and bid you goodnight.

“so, what are you doing here? really?” your boyfriend asked, softly. you laughed quietly, moving your suitcases to the side of the room.

“i came to see you, obviously.” you admitted, unable to fight the smile he elicited from you naturally. “and karl, of course.” you added, cringing as alex laughed and you knew karl would be hearing about this tomorrow. the two of you crawled into bed, the exhaustion from the flights hitting you both hard.

“i’m glad you came.” he whispered, slowly running the back of his hand down your cheek. “i love you.”

you leaned forward, kissing him gently before retracting, and muttering “i love you too” quiet enough that had he been any further, he wouldn’t have heard it. the hushed whispers you shared, however, somehow made the moment all that more intimate. you both relaxed, purely content.

silence followed as you laid your head against the pillow, gazing into his eyes. his position mirrored yours, the two of you simply taking in each other's presence. you felt more at peace here than you ever had. it was a comfort that not even the view from thousands of feet in the air could offer.

you knew then, that no matter the cost, you would fly to the ends of the earth to be with this boy. but really, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

touch [reggie]

word count: 2.0k

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

warnings: tiny bit of angst?? but its me so who's shocked

a/n: omg its been so long since i’ve written a request, i hope you like it! (also im sorry but i cant bring myself to proof read this LOL)

requested by anon: Okay so a Reggie x reader (or a platonic!band x reader), where she can obviously see them but hasn't ever touched them and is scared of the possibility that she can't. Reggie kinda tries but she usually dodges in just in case. One day theyre (or theyre all) messing about and he (or they) realise they can and start a tickle/wrestling fight? Just really fluffy and wholesome? Thank youuuuu 

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being in a relationship with a ghost was weird. extremely weird. there was no touching - at all. no hand holding, no kissing, no cuddling. though you longed to be able to have physical contact with your boyfriend, being with reggie was more than enough. he was sweet, caring and to your great dismay, very clingy.

hanging out with reggie constantly wasn’t the issue. you’d spend an eternity with him if you could. it was the way he reached out to give you a hug, or a kiss on the cheek - and you’d have to dodge him every time. you always brushed it off with a sneeze or a lame excuse; he didn’t ever seem to notice anyways, and if he did, he never said anything. you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him touch you.

you saw how luke was with julie. he tried to reach out to her (many times, actually) and he’d watch his limb pass right through her body. you figured it had to be the same for everyone, ghosts are ghosts. they’re made of air, and cannot physically be touched.

as much as you had the curiosity to check, just to make sure you really couldn’t touch them - you couldn’t bear it if you’d tried it only to be met with disappointment. the constant reminder your boyfriend wasn’t really there with you, and never would be - because he was dead.

it was an average day listening to the band rehearse some of their new songs, and you were sitting on the couch with flynn working on some schoolwork. you were just finishing up your joint efforts on the math homework as the song came to a close. you smiled up at the guys, clapping along with flynn at the insane progress they and julie had been making.

“sounds great guys.” you complimented, beginning to pack up your supplies. it was getting late, and though you wished you could spend the rest of the night listening to them play, you had a family to get back to and responsibilities to tend to.

“are you leaving already?” a voice peaked over your shoulder, and you jumped back, holding a hand over your heart. you rolled your eyes when you realized it was just reggie, but shook your head with a smile.

“one of these days reg, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” you sighed, throwing your school bag over your shoulder. “and yeah, i gotta bounce. told the fam i’d be home for dinner.” you shrugged, and he pouted, but nodded.

he went to reach for a hug, and you noticed - quickly spinning and walking around him as if you hadn’t noticed. you watched as he crossed his arms a little awkwardly, but you smiled and blew him a small kiss, before leaving the garage and heading home.

an awkward silence followed, and reggie quickly picked up on the fact everyone was watching him. “what?” he asked, turning frantically. “is there something on my face?”

“bro, what was that?” flynn asked, and everyone (save for reggie) tensed.

“what was what?” reggie was very obviously confused, had something happened he missed?

luke sighed, looking around to everyone who quickly turned away, realizing he was left with the responsibility of explaining. he slowly walked over to reggie and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “reggie, have you noticed y/n’s been a bit.. dodgy recently?” he struggled to word his phrase, and julie and flynn mumbled a sound of disapproval before flynn marched over, never being one to shy away from telling the truth.

“listen close. i don’t know why, but y/n’s been dodging you. like physically won't touch you. at all. like, ever. haven’t you noticed?” she gave her signature ‘duh’ look, and reggie frowned, thinking back to every time he’d tried to make a physical move with her, only to realize flynn was right.

“why won’t she let me touch her?” reggie wondered aloud, and alex gave him a sad smile from across the room.

“reggie, we’re ghosts. we can’t touch them. she’s probably scared of you going through her or something. it’s not like any relationship she’s had ever.” he explained gently, and reggie felt like he’d been stabbed in the heart. had him being a ghost really upset her that much? without another word, reggie ‘poofed’ out of the room.

he stood outside the front of your house, pacing nervously back and forth. he desperately tried to sort out his thoughts, ultimately giving up and deciding he needed to talk this out with you before he drove himself crazy. he teleported himself outside your bedroom door, swallowing his nerves before lifting his hand to knock - momentarily forgetting he was a ghost. his arm - as he should have expected - went right through the door, and in his off-guard state, he fell directly through the door.

he expected to hit the ground with a thud, but instead he heard a small squeak of surprise and landed on something much softer than he anticipated. said thing started groaning in pain, and it took reggie another second to realize it was you. he quickly pushed himself off, offering you his hand. you took it without a second thought, helping yourself to your feet when you looked up and processed who was in front of you. who was touching you.

“reggie?” you whispered, purely shocked. he frowned at you, before following your gaze to your interlocked hands. your hands that weren’t passing through one another. “reggie.” you stated again, a smile slowly tugging at your lips as the two of you came to terms with what you were experiencing. you could physically touch him.

“wha- how?” he stuttered, but neither of you knew how to answer so you simply shrugged, eyes trained on your hand clasped in his. you stood in silence for a moment, before coming to reality and looking up at him, quickly dropping your hands and surging forward, capturing him in a tight embrace. he stumbled, laughing in response but held you just as tightly. he swayed the two of you gently, and you couldn’t help but let the pooling tears fall and a few sniffles escaped your lips.

“are you crying?” he whispered, though unlike the typical reggie, there was no sign of sarcasm or teasing tone. it was purely soft and caring, the side of him that reggie only shared with you.

“can you blame me?” you replied, pulling back slightly to look him in the eye. he chuckled, shaking his head gently. you hesitantly raised your hand, caressing his cheek and smiling as you watched his face reddened in response. reggie gently kissed your palm before moving your hand, then leaning in so you were almost touching noses.

“can i kiss you?” he asked, and you smiled brightly, nodding enthusiastically before he closed the distance between the two of you. you pulled away for air, and reggie let out a low whistle, earning a slap from you along with a quiet giggle. “man, why haven’t we done that sooner?” he exclaimed, and you suddenly remembered all your fears, and shrugged.

reggie sensed the change in mood, and frowned. he hadn’t realized what he said, but thinking it over, he suddenly remembered why he had come in the first place. he grabbed your hand, pulling you onto your bed and sitting you down next to him. you fiddled with your fingers nervously, knowing you couldn’t avoid what was coming next.

“i actually had a reason for coming here today.” reggie spoke quietly, his gaze directed at the wall in front of him. “luke mentioned you’ve been acting dodgy.” you shot him a look, and he recalled flynn’s (far better) explanation. “every time i’ve tried to touch you in any way, you moved or found a way around it. i just want to know.. why?”

you hadn’t realized how hurtful it must be from reggie’s end until you heard his voice break as he tried to rationalize your avoidance. you sighed, hanging your head. “i was scared.” you admitted after a moment, seeing reggie turn your way out of the corner of your eye. “i was scared that i’d get my hopes up and then i’d have to be reminded you're not alive all over again. do you know how many times i’ve dreamt of touching you? holding you, kissing you.. i couldn’t risk having it thrown in my face just to realize we could never have that relationship. it’s all i’ve ever wanted with you.”

a long silence followed, you sitting with tear-stained cheeks and reggie deep in thought. it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t quite comfortable either. finally he turned to you, without hesitation pulling you into his chest and holding you close, lovingly stroking your hair. you cried a bit in relief, holding onto the fabric of his shirt tightly. the two of you sat until you calmed, and then you laid down, motioning for reggie to do the same. you comfortably positioned yourself and he did the same, wrapping his arms around you and began humming the tune of ‘edge of great’. you felt your eyes fluttering shut, and soon you fell asleep to the soothing sound of reggie's voice and the rise and falling of his chest.

reggie had an itch on his back, and he cursed himself silently. he shifted his body to scratch, brushing his hand over your stomach ever so slightly and feeling you flinch in response. he froze at this, but realized you were still asleep and continued on. when he attempted to shift back into his original position, he somehow managed to poke your side, feeling you flinch again. his eyes widened when he realized: you were extremely ticklish. and he could touch you now.

he knew he’d probably regret it later, but he gently slid out from underneath your frame, before rubbing featherlight touches over your skin, causing you to roll back and forth slightly. you began mumbling incoherently in protest, and he could tell you were waking up. he began actualling tickling you, and your thrashing got more and more intense until you shot awake with a squeal, attempting to fight him off. at this point he smirked, throwing a leg over you so he was straddling you and got a better angle for his attack.

he kept this up until you surrendered and were struggling for air, laughing uncontrollably. he smirked, rolling off of you and laying back down, arms open for you to resituate yourself against him.

“absolutely not!” you pouted, huffing. “you really just went out of your way to wake me up from a nap to tickle me. not cool reg.” you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away, feigning dramatic effect.

he frowned, thinking you were actually upset. “oh c’mon y/n, i’m sorry! i just got really excited - i’m literally touching my girlfriend for the first time! please don’t be mad at me!” he pleaded, his natural puppy dog eyes pulling you out of your acting.

“fine. but you better cuddle the shit out of me to make up for this.” you smirked, and he smiled brightly, reaching for you and pulling you against him once more. looking back, you understood your reasoning, but you realized if you’d only talked it through with reggie, you could’ve gotten way more cuddles and way more kisses. you pouted at the thought, and reggie gave you a questioning look as to say ‘what’?

“nothing. just upset we waited so long for this.” you sighed, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“guess we’re going to have to be doing a lot of this to make up for lost time then?” he teased. you nodded, a yawn slipping through your lips. you snuggled into him further, allowing sleep to consume you once more, and there was only one thing on reggie’s mind, and it was that he couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten.

nonnie list

hi everyone! i've finally decided to start an anon list (shoutout 🍄 anon for inspiring this!) if you're interested in becoming an anon, just send me a quick ask with your emoji of choice and your preferred pronouns, i'll try to keep this list up to date!

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