Any Ideas?

any ideas?

sup, im new here. I do write but i haven't done so in a while, so if you wanna request anything to get the brain cells going, go for it.

What I do

Male Reader

gender neutral reader

anime

haikyuu

jjk (jujitsu kaisen) ((I've only watched the anime))

black clover

blue exorcist

one piece (currently on episode 200 but I've already had a few spoilers lol)

demon slayer

hxh

dorohedoro

T.V

Merlin (BBC)

Titans (DC show)

The Boys (haven't finished yet but im almost done i think)

Books

Percy Jackson (im not as involved with the fandom and I've only read the basic series)

Skulduggery pleasant

Half bad (Bastard son of the devil himself) (both the show and the books)

What I dont do

rape (i feel like i shouldn't have to write this but ive seen a few things on this site so y'know)

paedophilia

incest (of any kind)

male pregnancy (it's just not my cuppa)

Abuse (makes me kinda uncomfortable to write characters like that)

Fem reader (im not a woman, i did try to write it but it just felt off to me, if you really want me to write something with Fem reader and it hasn't got much to do with plot i might be able to do it but if not it'll just be GN)

I might have to add a few if I get any more requests but for now this is it.

If you want something that isn't mentioned on here dont be afraid to ask or even just chat. I watch a lot of anime and other medias and i dont mind researching something just to write it for you.

My boundaries

I dont really have much lmao. i dont mind swearing or dark humour just remember to be respectful :] i won't tolerate any racism, homophobia or anything like that.

also, since im new im still figuring out tags so my apologies if i tag something wrong, let me know and I'll fix it asap!

my tags:

the inspectors hoard - just reblogs of cool stuff or random shit

the inspector thinks - drabbles, head cannons, random thoughts

the inspector writes - writing obviously

the inspectors interrogation - responding to asks

Eggs: egg fried rice or eggy bread, anything else makes me feel sick.

Steak: not bothered as long as it aint raw or burnt, so probably medium.

Milk: again not bothered, usually whatever's in the fridge lol, so semi skimmed. i guess.

Alcohol: havent tried any, closest thing to alcohol is bitter shandy and ginger beer, highly recommend those, delish. (they're just fizzy drinks)

Warm drink: always love a good cuppa (tea) no sugar tho. hot chocolate's nice too. but @xi1dius cup-a-soup is not a fucking drink, it is a crime against god.

Immortal souls

I know i should be writing my other fics but...i got a new idea so here, have some scraps

Simon and you who were bonded a long time ago, long before kings and knights. You spent your childhood together and grew up eating fruits off of trees from strangers land and it wasn't long until love blossomed just as the flowers on the trees did

However, flowers dont last forever and neither does love...or does it?

War breaks out in your small and isolated haven, both you and Simon tried to escape but the enemy was relentless.

it wasn't long until you sat there on the mossy bed of the forest, the smoke of your village being set ablaze slowly inching closer just as the claws of death were grasping for you and simon.

Unfortunately for you it turns out you're immortal, you dont know how and dear god you've tried to find out how.

Whatever cruel curse had been put upon you and simon that night, it took a while for you to figure it out but you seem to be immortal while Simon....simon wasn't, but don't fret, he got revived eventually. However his memories were long gone, barely being lost in time because you cling so desperately to them.

And now you stood in front of your one and only true love, time to relieve this hearwrenching cycle until the cruel gods take mercy on your human souls. Except...it's no longer your Simon, it's ghost now, even more broken than the last incarnation you saw of him. He speaks up, oh how accents have changed over time.

"sorry...who are you?"

should i make this into a proper fic?

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

Dyad’s Odyessy

this was a little experiment. the reader user was based off my looks really. hope ou enjoy this! i may consider making this longer if people like it.

teen!simon, teen!fem!reader

tw: mentions of abuse, scars, bruises ect. light swearing and a use of a very infuriating nickname my what i call friend calls me (im looking at you, @inspector-m3)

summary: you and simon are sat on the side of the road after a rather rough beating form your dad, simon helping you clean the marks littered over your face.

(idk if i have used this gif before.. i need to use the other characters more 😭)

Two peas in pod, eh?

Currently, those peas were listening to ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’. Both had one Apple Wired Headphone in — humming along to the tune. It played round and round in one of those poor pea's heads, yours.

The other pea was gently dapping your fresh bruises and cuts with a little tissue found in your back pocket. It had been drenched in water from a local dip in the road outside the local bar, one that seemed to always house the most massive and annoyingly placed puddle ever.

It was the best you had and were going to get it, and it cleaned up your blood reasonably well. Of course, you’d have to use the two-year-old hand sanitizer that sat on your Form room teachers' desk when school started. . . Forty-five minutes ago. 

How where either of you meant to know anyway? Not like you had a watch or a working phone on either of you.

It stung like hell, your stone blue eyes going over Simons Simon's face. Slowly, slowly, raking over the large faded bruises along the left side of his face, the turning green bruise that ran down the side of his nose. It was all too familiar for your liking and no doubt he felt the same about the marks left on your body.

The sun was ever so slowly creeping up in the clouded sky — it was mid-winter England, An absolutely boiling hot November day of a whopping four degrees! Yay!

And, of course, in classic British style, you were both wearing short sleeve T-shirts, old and fraying hoodies and you were in a pair of shorts and Simon a pair of unwashed and dirty jeans.

“Thanks, old man.” You giggled lightheartedly, leaning your head back a bit as Simon held the back of your head, now wiping underneath your left eye to clean a little slit you’d gotten from god knows where.

“I’m a year and a half older then you, shortstack. but you’re welcome.”

“I'm like. . . six inches shorter than you.” You huffed, pouting ever so slightly. Your giggling had soon stopped, legs now crossed as you placed your hands on your thighs, elbows stuck out much like a chicken.

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thought i might add a few of my own sayings from growing up.

tart - pretty obvious i think. basically another way of saying slut i guess. can be offensive can just be playful "she's a right tart"

"quit standin there like a wet lettuce" - something you say when someone's just stood there like an idiot basically, either in the way or just standing for no reason.

"quit fannying around" - same as quit messing around.

taking the mick - teasing or mocking, same as taking the piss, can be friendly or bullying. "he's taking the mick outta me"

eejit - and idiot, i think it's Irish but it might also be Scottish too.

I'll add some more if i can think of any.

an actual guide to british slang for foreign marauders writers.

because i am sick of seeing

a) people using american english eg. mom, sneakers

b) people overusing "mate" and "innit"

alright? = a greeting, like hello.

everyday words

ain't = haven't

scran = food, or to describe eating

swear down = promise

"swear down, I didn't do nothing,"

bloody = can be used in any sentence at any time

"bloody hell" "its bloody pissing it down out there" "i was bloody wankered"

bloke = a man

innit = isn't it?

mate = equivalent of calling someone bro

bruv, lad, my son = bro, dude, etc

fags, rollies, ciggies, (NOT A SPLIFF) = cigarettes

trust = trust me

"trust, ill tell you later"

chatting (what you chatting about?) = what are you on about?

quid = pound

proper buzzing = really excited

good

sound = good

bangin' = really good

lush = good

"that scran was lush"

jokes = a laugh, funny

bare = a lot of

fit = physically attractive

"he's well fit, isn't he?"

pissed = drunk

dodgy/dodge = questionable

bad

are you taking the piss? = are you having a laugh?

thats peak = thats bad

not being funny, but... = no offense but...

gordon bennett! = surprise, shock, disbelief

slag off = talk badly about someone

"she was slagging her off to anyone who'd listen"

minging, rank = disgusting

bloody nora = expression of surprise, irritation

bollocks = nonsense, something bad

"stop talking bollocks, mate"

skint = broke

prat, git = an idiot

insults

a melt = a pathetic person

clapped = ugly

"he's fucking clapped..."

sket = a promiscuous woman

slag = ^^

minger = an unattractive person

plonker = calling someone silly, not offensive

"don't be a plonker..."

cunt = VERY OFFENSIVE!

wanker, tosser = a general insult

bender, poof = a gay man, used insultingly