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funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
full tag list. testimonials in my comments include describing the fic as "hauntingly beautiful" and at times "nauseating" which is exactly the kind of shit i like to hear
A screenshot of a list of tags taken from ao3 for the Deltarune noelle-centric fic "hear no evil". Listed tags are: Rating: T Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, F/F, Other Fandom: Deltarune Relationships: Noelle Holiday/Susie (one-sided), Noelle Holiday & Kris, Kris & Susie, Kris/Susie, Noelle Holiday/Kris Characters: Noelle Holiday, Kris, Susie, FRIEND Additional tags: hoo boy., Memory Loss, Childhood Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Study, Past Character Death, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Self Harm, Violent Thoughts, Family Issues, Nonbinary Kris, Bullying, Snowgrave | Pipis | Weird Route, all tagged romantic rships are ambiguous and not the point, this is not a ship fic it is a noelle holiday fic
December 1, 2025 at 10:51 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
hear no evil

❄ #noelleholiday centric snowgrave fic (with ambiguous hints of #kriselle & #krusie)
❄ 8.5k oneshot, rated T
❄ what if noelle was there when dess went missing and developed PTSD & selective amnesia
❄ when you know its some FRIEND bullshit
December 1, 2025 at 10:43 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
full tag list + rating here. recently i saw this fic described as having the essence of slow burn without actually being slowburn and i think thats pretty fitting
A screenshot of a list of tags taken from ao3 for the Deltarune krusie fic heading nowhere. Listed tags are: Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, Other Fandom: Deltarune Relationships: Kris/Susie, Noelle Holiday/Kris (Past) Characters: Kris, Susie, Noelle Holiday, Berdly, More characters later Additional tags: Alternate Universe - No Dark Worlds, Alternate Universe - Road Trip, trucker susie picks up runaway kris on the road, Aged-Up Character(s), Implied/Referenced Self Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Smoking, Hurt/Comfort, Black Susie, Mixed Susie, like she's still purple but yknow, Nonbinary Kris, and theyre lesbians, Coming of Age, No Soul/Player, Childhood Trauma, Past Character Death, mild body dysmorphia, Codependency
December 1, 2025 at 10:36 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
heading nowhere

🍎 #krusie #deltarune fic
🍎 47k ongoing, chapter 6/8, rated M
🍎 trucker susie picks up runaway kris on the road
🍎 past trauma, current butch4butch comfort
a screenshot of a fanfiction summary taken from ao3. the summary can be accessed through the link provided in this post.
December 1, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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teeth, heart, claw

👑 #crownwolf / #lycahugo
👑 5.8k oneshot, rated E
👑 angsty rooftop sex between enemy exes who are still obsessed with each other
👑 subby puppy top anyone
May 15, 2025 at 11:40 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
thinking about hugos reaction to lycaons muzzle #crownwolf
“I mean, look at you,” he croons, reaching out to place his hand on Lycaon’s face. The wolf flinches back in response, but it doesn’t stop him from sliding a finger under a leather strap. “You’ve gone and muzzled yourself. And you’re telling me you have the life you desire? Why else would you have this—” He twists his hand to hook his finger in the strap and tugs, yanking Lycaon’s face down, closer to his own, forcing him into eye contact. “—if you didn’t want to bite?” Lycaon’s breathing is starting to become shallow. His whole body is tight with tension and restraint. If it wouldn’t leave him helpless, he’d bind his arms and legs right now, too. “I will not be controlled by my instincts,” he says, forcibly looking away. “I am no longer so… uncivilized.” “Uncivilized?” Hugo laughs out. “Are you under the impression that regular humans don’t bite each other? They do, all the time. They just don’t have the same teeth.” Lycaon tilts his head away and Hugo follows, nuzzling his snout. “But you know I can handle it,” he whispers into white fur. “Just like you can handle mine.” Hugo’s little fangs are nothing in comparison, but he’s very familiar with the sting of them — in his shoulder, in his throat, his thighs, somehow undeterred by the fur between him and skin. His favourite, though, was always Lycaon’s tongue, which he’s currently holding back from lolling out of his mouth to taste the air. The problem is, as usual, that Hugo is right. Biting is only a taboo for him because of what he is. It’s all fine when it’s humans and their blunt teeth, or thirens like mice or rabbits. The small fangs of those like Hugo or cat thirens are acceptable, and even some dog thirens are tolerated in that regard. But Lycaon is a wolf — if he bites, really bites, he won’t simply bloody someone up. He can crunch through bone. He could tear a person’s arm off. He could rip out their throat with very little effort. He can’t do those little teasing hints of erotic what-ifs that other thirens do with the rounded ends of his large fangs. When he punctures skin, it is only to maim. Hugo’s finger disappears from beneath the muzzle so he can undo it entirely. Lycaon could stop him physically quite easily. He doesn’t try. The leather hits the floor. Hugo moves his hands to the seam of his snout. “Open,” he requests — perhaps orders — with a lilting smile. He hesitates, but does not need to be told a second time. Slowly, almost fearfully, he opens his mouth to bare his teeth. Hugo maintains his hold on him, pushing him wider and wider until he’s satisfied. It’s uncomfortable, especially with the ache of movement after so long without much. He peers inside his gaping maw like one would a fossil — marvelling at the hypothetical ferocity and power while being assured that he’s safe from it. He releases his upper jaw so he can reach inside and run his fingers over his teeth. He feels out the thick, smooth ends of his canines, purposefully catches the tips on a couple sharper incisors. Blood meets his wet, salivating tongue. His nostrils flare. A very soft, high-pitched whine rises unbidden from his throat. “And close,” Hugo commands in a murmur. Slowly, he follows the order, until his fingers are held gently in his jaws. One of his teeth clinks against a ring on his finger (the match to his own), so Hugo pushes in a little deeper to accommodate. Lycaon’s tail swishes from side to side as he holds him, as he is held there by Hugo’s orders, his words, his presence. Just like he always was. “Good boy, Lycaon,” he whispers though his cutting smile. He kisses the end of Lycaon’s snout, and it makes his tail thrash a little more without his permission. “See? You don’t even need a muzzle. You know exactly when it’s time for control… and when it’s time to let loose.” A low snarl builds in Lycaon’s throat, but his mouth doesn’t move, so Hugo just smiles wider at him.
February 28, 2025 at 11:25 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
lockscreen (art by @riibrego.bsky.social)
Screenshot of an iphone lockscreen. The art featured is a drawing of the "kon" hand signal from Chainsaw Man, with a neon yellow background.
November 18, 2024 at 4:28 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
Licking At The Gun

🚬 #avenhill / #bootrine / 🪦🦚
🚬 39k, 3 chapters, complete
🚬 allies with benefits / canon compliant
🚬 cowboy and a gambler plot their revenge and play a lot of sexy russian roulette while pretending they dont have feelings
A screenshot of a fanfiction title + summary on ao3. Reads as follows: Title: Licking At The Gun Author: funkyfreshalien Summary: Boothill barges into Aventurine's room thinking he'd have to threaten him into compliance. Aventurine, however, is pretty happy to get a gun pointed at him by a hot cowboy who wants to bring down the man who ruined his life. Excerpt: “If I can’t convince you that our goals really do align, then maybe you can do something for me in return,” he offers. If he agrees, this will probably be even better than his intended itinerary; if he doesn’t, it’s really no loss. “Have sex with me.”
November 15, 2024 at 11:18 PM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
will make a more formal post tmrw but this is now complete. heres a snippet
#avenhill #bootrine
"After tomorrow," he pants into Aventurine's mouth as they hurriedly strip each other, fumbling in their eagerness, "you n' I should go on a little trip somewhere. Celebrate." He laughs. "Sounds like a honeymoon," he jokes. His heart isn't in the tease. He never planned to get caught; he'll have no reason to run. Does that count as a betrayal? To go back to his job? Pretend like this never happened? Boothill's grin is downright nasty. "Real shotgun wedding," he says. "Emphasis on the shotgun." Another bubble of more genuine laughter spills from Aventurine's throat and into a bruising kiss that Boothill gives him. "Sounds like fun," he gets out when he's released. And it does. It does. He'd love nothing more than to shirk every responsibility, liquidate every asset, and go off on some crazy, never-ending holiday with him. He doesn't think he'll be capable of it. This is the culmination of his entire life. He's not even sure the Mother Goddess will keep him alive after he's accomplished this. And if she does... doesn't that mean he isn't finished yet?
November 15, 2024 at 6:25 AM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
#wip #avenhill #bootrine
Aventurine’s next breath shudders out with desire and relief, then quickly gets cut off when Boothill releases one hand on him to wrap it tight and fast around his throat. His whole body goes tense in response, lips parting on a gasp he can’t take. Boothill’s mouth brushes against him by his thumb, right by his windpipe. “You get three words,” he says. It’s exactly the kind of voice he can imagine him using in an interrogation, rough and steely and mean, and his cock is straining in his pants from it. “‘Yes’, ‘please’, and my forkin’ name. Say anything else and I make it so you can’t say a darn thing at all. Got it?”
November 11, 2024 at 4:04 AM
funkyfreshalien.bsky.social
"Licking At The Gun"

🩸 #avenhill / #aventhill / #bootrine
🩸 23k, ch 2/3
🩸 allies with benefits / canon compliant
🩸 rated E

archiveofourown.org/works/572331...
A screenshot of a Honkai: Star Rail fanfiction preview. The fic is titled "Licking At The Gun", authored by archive of our own user funkyfreshalien. Rated E, m/m, no archive warnings apply. Tags are: Aventurine/Boothill; Aventurine; Boothill; Black Swan; Enemies to Lovers; Allies With Benefits; Anal Sex; Oral Sex; Masochism; Unresolved Romantic Tension; Aventurine Has Issues; Suicidal Thoughts, in typical aventurine fashion; Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms; Body Dysphoria; Gunplay; yknow these are a lot of depressing tags for a fic thats mostly just porn, and sexual analysis; Light Dom/sub; Riding; Canon Compliant; Written After Version 2.3 Update; o yeah and boothills got attachments bc u know. cyborg; Eye Trauma. Summary is: Boothill barges into Aventurine's room thinking he'd have to threaten him into compliance. Aventurine, however, is pretty happy to get a gun pointed at him by a hot cowboy who wants to bring down the man who ruined his life.
October 17, 2024 at 6:45 PM