My Fanfic Concepts List + Ones That I've Written

Valdemar x hypersexual! Reader (headcanons)

Note: I'm not hypersexual myself (at least I think,, not sure) so if anything's inaccurate or off feel free to correct me! :) this could be read as romantic or platonic. I haven't written a fanfic in a while (years) so if this stinks that's why

- if you're friends or in a qpr with them and you opened up to them about being hypersexual, they would lean closer to you, asking to run tests with you, check to see if anything physical could have caused it, they would lay you down on the operating table and try to inspect you for any diseases that could be causing it

- if it's a mental thing or something that developed over time they tell you "I'm not particularly interested in psychology, but this does seem to fascinate me. . . Perhaps I'll look more into your condition" they would call you down to the dungeons semi regularly and

- if they're in a romantic relationship with you, they would try to work around your hypersexuality, and might be more distant about it, avoiding you whenever sex was mentioned, you would likely have to talk with them, explain that you won't make it weird and if they really don't want sex then you won't have to have it.

- they might let you use their more demonic form as a way to relieve this from time to time, and that's a big might. You would have to get really comfortable with them before they would even consider sex. At the same time, I do hc that they have a very high libido when in that form, to the point where they're a little uncomfortable with it, as it often feels unnatural to them since they don't really want sex with other people. At most you could relate to them on that topic, but not much more.

You see, the biggest problem with this is that Five HAD a love story all along.

His love for his family has been THE very foundation of the show and what kickstarted the entire chain of events.

He spent 45 years in the apocalyptic wasteland because he loved them too much to give up.

He found them in every possible timeline.

He reversed time for them.

He became an assassin to get a shot, however small, at coming back to them.

He’s been through countless timelines, doing his best to save and protect them in every single one of them.

No matter how dire the situation, he always pushed to find a way to save his family. His devotion was stronger than anything and there was no line he wouldn’t cross for his siblings. No matter how self-destructive the cost, he sacrificed himself again and again just for a chance at reuniting with them and saving the world so they could live.

It was a destructive kind of love, yes, but also inspiring. I think it resonated with many people because love can be intense, we love and want to be loved with this kind of intensity and dedication.

So, to throw it all away for a romantic subplot that no one asked for is not only a huge disservice to Five’s character but also goes against everything he represents. We already knew he’s capable of love and that he loves deeply.

I don’t understand how the showrunner who worked on the series for 5+ years can say that Five had to have an arc like this. It doesn’t make sense. He already had a love story. Arguably, the most beautiful and deepest of them all. He didn’t need more, what he needed was to have it returned and to finally settle down after multiple lifetimes of putting his life on the line to keep his loved ones safe.

To say otherwise means that the writers fundamentally misunderstood what made Five a great character and what fans loved most about the show. It feels like a betrayal, because it is one. It proves that the creators not only misunderstood the core character of the show but also never paid attention to the fandom and its preferences.

There’s a difference between catering to the audience and what they ended up doing, which is a character assassination at its worst. And it’s not just the character who was ruined but also the entire premise of the show, the reason why fans loved it in the first place. There’s no coming back from something like this.

idk what my first post should be but here's my favorite blinkies + ones th@ describe me !! :) + some are made by me

I'll probably add more later

sgt pepper ponies

Woah! Is that an Intro???

Call me either martian or Cas! - he/they -

I mainly draw but don't post much art =)

I used to be into fanfic writing a few years back and I'm trying to get better at it.

I am a minor but I have one draft that's nsfw,, I'll probably still publish it, Idk.

I'd take most requests for the shows/people below + more depending on the request.

Fandoms (aka what I'll write/draw for):

The umbrella academy

The Beatles (mostly George + Ringo)

David Bowie

The owl house

Buffy the vampire slayer

(Maybe) the Monkees

The arcana

George Harrison x classmate reader

Warning: I'm projecting A LOT here. I think this ones gonna b kiiiiinda long but I did take my time on it

Summary: you go to a small school and seeing George is the highlight of your day. Something happens and a simple chemistry project brings the two of you together

Your painfully small school had always seemed rather dull to you.

It certainly was quite the contrast compared to the big city you had moved there from, cramped and uncomfortable to your wide and spacious. You didn't know hardly anyone, and the people who did know you found you too strange to like all that much. Someone so big-city and upfront like was usually a bit too much for these small town people. All this made your school life more boring and bordering on miserable for you.

As the days ran their course, dragging on slower than anyone would think possible, and it seemed there might not be anything good to this school or area. Seemed.

Except for those few times a week that would seem to brighten up your whole week, maybe whole month. Maybe longer. Those were the times when you got to your favourite class of the day, which was chemistry. This wasn't because of the classroom, or the teacher, or the coursework, or the students, but because of one specific student in that class that would always manage to catch your eye.

Most of the other students would avoid him due to his appearance, the stand-out leather jacket, the hulking messed up mat of hair. That coupled with the quiet and reserved air he had about him, people were either too intimidated by him or fawning over him. but God. You couldnt help but admire everything about him.

He played in a band, one that had recently gotten popular down at the local club, the cavern club. Everyone in the class knew that about him but most didn't realize how much his work consumed him. his tendencies to get distracted all class, his habit of falling asleep mid-lesson, him always being jittery or out of sorts because he would either be up so late playing a gig or practicing for the next one.

Everyone in the class knew that the cavern was an exclusive-type deal, with few becoming members in spite of its popularity. Your classmates from period to period would talk about how popular they were getting, so even you knew about the upcoming gig that the already infamous Beatles were set to play the following Saturday.

You noticed all his tendencies much more than you would ever like to admit. He would always be stamping one foot lightly, or humming a tune -- making the melody of what might be a new song. He would always fidget with his pencil in between working and had the horrible habit of not hardly getting any classwork done for one reason or another.

You were the one who was usally assigned to work on class projects with him, partially to help him up his grade, partially because you were the most neutral one in the class. Or so most people thought. You thought that too, for a long time. After all, it was you who least expected to fall so very hard for him in the way that you did.

His every motion, every word had you enchanted. You did try to work hard as you normally would, but he proved a decent distraction from the daily monotony. Through classes, you stole glances but tried not to stare. Through It was when you were assigned to a massive group project together, one that most of his (and your) grade was leaning on.

you hoped it would pose the perfect opportunity to get a little closer to him.

The project involves you both making a surprisingly large poster. How this would benefit you, you werent sure, but he needed the extra boost to his grade. Getting to work you both began cutting, pasting, writing, researching.

"feels a bit like kid's work, eh?" He would joke, smiling up at you In that toothy way he did.

You nod back shyly. It did feel pointless, childish. But you weren't one to complain. Not when you got a good excuse to spend time with him, at least.

The assignment proved tougher than you thought it would be, especially with the small work space given to you. It's not like they had much to work with in the first place; it was a small school in a town that felt even smaller. To say that you had limited resources would be a harsh understatement, but you had to work with it.

Though, limited resources did mean a small workspace, crowded and jammed next to all the other students in the small and yet claustrophobic classroom.

This meant that you shared the same tiny table space with George. It was certainly close quarters, Elbow to elbow and with hardy any room to move.

He would tape or glue down a part of the poster, only to look up and make eye contact with you, his soft brown eyes meeting yours. He would reach around you to grab a pair of scissors and you could hear his breathing, feel him hardy centimeters away from your body.

Then when you spaced out and he would tap your hand lightly to get your attention, the contact making you flush and tearing your attention back to the present moment. You didn't realize it but you had practically been staring, stumbling and been acting a shaky mess the entire time you worked.

It wasn't like he didn't notice this, of course he did. He almost found it funny. He would chuckle under his breath so you couldn't hear it when he caught you staring at him. Then, when he noticed how frazzled you got when he touched you, even in the smallest ways, he began doing it more often. Brushing his arm up against yours when he reached across the table or touching his hand to yours when passing you a pencil, subtle motions so you could feel him at all times.

When work on the project slowed down and you stood up to admire the work, George kicked his feet up on the table, and it seemed he was fumbling for a cig.

Reaching through the pocket of his leather coat, rummaging in search of the box he stops to look up and ask you if you "had a light on ya."

Before you reach to grab anything he says again "could really use it after all that" and shoots a wink in your direction.

You almost miss the subtle gesture, and barely catch onto his flirtation.

A bit flushed, you rummage through your sweater's thick pockets in search for the box of matches that you knew was buried there. Flipping the small box open and fumbling to light the match, you hold the flame up to his lips.

George leans back in his seat, taking a casual drag from the cig between his teeth. When he exhales the smoke, You almost swear that his eyes linger on you. It seems like hes taking In the sight of you, all your features from head to toe. You don't have much time to think on his stolen glances, however, as your professor calls the class' attention to her, making you both turn your heads.

The project has come to a close and all the students have to clean up supplies in preparation for whatever you all do next. The teacher instructs the class to put everything back in its place and you offer to run some things over to the trash.

"should I take this too?" You motion to a pile of glue and scissors.

"fine by me, though I would hate to make such a pretty lass do all the work"

He takes another drag of the cigarette, deliberately leaning away so the teacher wouldn't catch him in the act, keeping his eyes focused on you while he did so. "I'll get the paper scraps"

You nod, face a little flush as you picked up the scissors and glue, making your way over to the opposite side of the room. Your mind couldn't help but linger on the way he looked at you; that glint in his eyes, the toothy way he smiled and the almost teasing way that he approached talking to you.

You liked him, for sure. It was clear you were over the moon but now it felt like something was changing between the two of you.

You put the scissors back into their place, then walked over to where the glue was sitting.

He seemed to be . . . flirting? You thought that had to be the case with how he was acting. Though your fear told you otherwise. You worried he had caught on to your subtle affections, how could he though? when you hadn't even hinted at them. You didn't think you came off as obvious, did you? The thought crossed your mind that he probably just had a genuine interest in you, Could he like you back? In the same way?

You rolled the idea around in your head as you set the glue down, your thoughts running a mile a minute. Which, was in fact too fast for you to notice that you had left your box of matches sitting on the table next to George. You hadn't time to notice how he, out of fear of the teacher catching him smoking, of course, had taken the box of matches in his hand. And you were far too focused to notice how he took the pen used for the project and scrawled out his phone number on the inside flap of the box.

So you turn around and you walk back to George to see him setting the matchbox down at your seat and standing up "ya left this" he said simply as he shuffled over to the trash can to toss the scraps out.

unaware of what he had done, you slip the box of matches back into their place in your pocket and think nothing of what happened.

as the project wraps up and the class prepares to leave, George turns to face you

“ey, thanks for the help. I’d be failing without ya”

smiling you say “not a problem. Always” as you slide back down into your chair, the bell for that period rings, signaling the end of the class.

As the day came to a close and you got home, you settled down back at your house.

You flipped out a cigarette, and, Rummaging through your jackets pocket, you pulled out your matchbox, opening it to find a number signed with "call me - geo <3"

your face flushes.

You had a spare minute and this almost gurenteed that he had been flirting. What else was there to do but phone him?

In more of a hurry than you expected to be in, you rushed for the phone and dialed each number on the box, anxiously awaiting his answer. Luckily, he was probably near the phone and picked up right away.

"y/n? This you? I can't believe you actually called!'

He seems excited. Oh he seems excited.

"of course I would. How could I not" You respond simply

"y'know, I wanted to phone ya to tell ya something. You ever hear of the cavern club, y/n?"

Was he about to ask you out to a club? Dancing with George sure sounded fun. You had heard of the cavern, of course you had heard of the cavern. Everyone knew of it and everyone knew George played there.

"course I've heard of it. Don't you play in a band there?"

"ya. The Beatles, we've been playing non-stop lately. Getting bigger, I think"

George pauses, leaving a small opening for you to say something but you stay silent.

"ever been?' he questions

"no, but I'd like to" you respond.

"you really should go, I'd love to have you there. We could have a bite to eat after?"

'Yeah! That sounds nice" you say, excited and surprised by his offer

"would be nice to have such a pretty bird keeping me company"

You rush to respond but before you get the chance George shoots you a hurried "hope to see you there!" And you hear the line go dead leaving you to assume he's put the phone down. In spite of him, his nerves had got the best of him as he set down the telephone and slumped over next to it. Nerves on high, the only thing George could do was hope that he didn't offend you and hope you showed up to catch his show.

And that's exactly what you would do. After he gave you the rest of the details in the middle of chemistry, you knew you wanted to go.

So that same Saturday you got ready to go to his gig. You put on what you assumed was the most rockin outfit you owned. Your same leather coat paired with a dark sweater that complimented it and your shoes. You fumbled through your pocket for the membership card to the cavern he had given you, pulling it out of your jacket pocket to eye it. Feeling the smooth surface of the pamphlet you had signed, you couldn't help but get excited for his show. Your heart raced at the thought of him onstage, his hands against the fretboard and his eyes lowered to look your way as you smiled from the audience. Would he wink up at you? And what would he be like afterwards?

You had to save these thoughts for later as you got to the club, music filling the air and people, some familiar and some foreign, crowding the surrounding area.

You checked in with the membership paper, then stepped into the crowded club, unsure of how things would all turn out but excited to finally get to see more of George.

As the music filled the air and people crowded the floor, you wandered over to your seat for the show.

George played and he definitely played well. They all did, of course they did. The performance was a few other bands on first, then they came on fourth. The Beatles did a few covers, none all that bad; you liked the show and you swore you could see George stealing glances at you as you smiled up at them.

The show came to a close and some folks stayed around. Fangirls, admirers, friends of the members and a handful of people there to cheer on the bands that had given their performances.

Glancing around, you scanned the small bar for any sign of George or the other Beatles. You stopped in your tracks when you heard a whistle come from across the cluttered area.

Turning around, you saw George winking at you and gesturing for you to walk over and join him. You noticed his mates were off making talk with some other fans, so that left the two of you alone together.

"y/n! Almost didn't think you'd come. So how'd you like the show?"

"oh, it was great! I can definitely see why you're all local celebrities" you nudge George, joking a little bit

George leans down to look you in the eye and motions over to the bar nearby "what do you say we get us something to eat, huh?" He looks over to his band mates, signaling for them to let him leave you to it, to which he was met with chuckles and whistles from John and Paul.

You nod up at him, a shy smile on your face. George guides you over to a table in a secluded area of the cavern.

George looked down at you, menu in hand " they've got real good sandwiches here, y'know. Good bar food too."

A short pause

He nodded at you "dyou know what you want?"

You glanced down at the menu, then back up at him. The two of you seemed to hold eye contact for a moment, long enough for you to catch a loving look in his eyes before you passed the menu back to him saying "I think I'll have whatever you get"

George walked over to get order, leaving you at the table alone, but only for a brief moment.

The food was quick to get to you, and, he was right. It sure was good, even if a little overcooked but definitely way better than you expected it to be.

George ate quickly, almost like eating the cavern's food had become second nature to him with all the long nights he had spent there.

"howre ya liking it?" He asked as you took your first bite, he smiled down at you between mouthfuls of food.

"it's good" you replied.

In one moment, the room filled with soft music as another band came onstage to play a simple melody, you assumed they were only there for the sake of background noise.

As the night winded down, you and George ate to the sounds of the soft melodies drifting through the air.

You observed the band from across the room. They seemed to be a jazz group, and a rather small one for the kind of music that they played. In spite of this, the tune they had going seemed to be both dance-worthy and soothing to all the people in the club.

You got so lost in the atmosphere that almost didn't notice when George spoke to you, absentmindedly

"y'know, I was right nervous to call you. Ya should've seen me, making the whole telephone shake like that"

You weren't sure how to respond but it didn't seem you needed to, since he had more to say

"I've always fancied you, y/n."

George picked up his fork and made like he was playing with his food as he looked up at you, a sort of longing in his eyes.

"you're so smart. Bloody smart, cute, Witty, all those nice words"

You look up at him in surprise, as you feel your face grow redder. you don't know what else to do. You had suspected something like this but had no idea he would be so open about it. Maybe he was only trying to flatter you?

"right. If I keep freting over this it's gonna eat me alive" he continues, setting down his food to look you right in the eye, then taking your hands in his own.

"y/n. Ah. . . I know this might be a bit soon but, is this be a date?"

You glance back up at him, slightly surprised. Now you don't think he's just laying on the flattery.

"I'd. . I would like it to be. If you want it to be" you hesitate, his nerves wearing off on you

"right. Wait, really?" He beams that toothy grin of his, leaning over the table to look in your eyes

"yes, really! I've had the hots for you for a minute, George."

His eyes and smile widen

"Bloody hell. I hardly noticed! I was worried that I was coming on too strong. Huh."

Shaking your head, you assured him that wasn't it at all.

-

The chairs scratching against the floor, George and you both stood up at the same time, preparing to leave.

George looks behind you, like he's just noticed something. Turning around in your seat, you notice paul motioning over to him.

He walks over to Paul, you guessed that he had to remind him of something.

"Well, I've gotta run back and grab my guitar. Looks like I left it backstage."

George was back, standing next to you and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Some fic dividers I made based on my fursona 🦇☘️ !! :3

I might make a second part to this idk :) or I'll make fics/x readers of my fursona using these!

This is my first time making anything like this, + I mostly made these for me but feel free to use them if u want

I was gonna post this on the first but i forgor 😢😥😓

Ref for my new oc!!! Recently I started playing The Arcana again and had to make oc... Ofc I had to like... give them... interest in bugs... copris lunaris og beetle no one will tell me otherwise

SCREAMIFJ I LOVE THEMMM <33

silly doodle of teddy boy starrison bc it's my favorite era