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namichanth · 1 year
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Dc x Dp prompt #08
Danny is stuck in a dating simulator game (for whatever reason) and he can't find a way out of this game.
Tim bought this game because he was bored and wanted something to play. He caught his eye with the character that wasn’t on the list that can be dating.
Maybe that's a secret character that needs to be unlocked before dating?
He will find a way to flirt with that character, no matter what.
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madmanwonder · 1 month
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Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU
Pyrrha has been a gladiator and a combat warrior for a long time but always avoided being a slave for someone specific. Of course when the Arc family wants to get her for their only son she goes to decline... until she sees Jaune himself and it is instant love and she changes her tune. He is reluctant in owning a slave... but Pyrrha is insistent on this.
Love At First Sight Meme
As long she can remember. She was both gladiator and combat warrior slave who earn fame and infamy for being masterless slave who gone unattached to anyone in specific...
"I am Jaune Arc. As of today, I'm your, uh, first actual and permanent master...." Jaune said in a sheepish tone of voice, looking at her with big bashful grin and wide-eyed blue eyes that stare at her with friendliness and compassion.
...Until the Arc Family bought her for her combat skill in hope of protecting their sole son and perhaps teaching him few combat skills so he would die prematurely. Pyrrha knew of this, but as she look at the blonde man no older than her with blank look on her face but beating heart...
"My name is Pyrrha Nikos. Combat and Gladiator Slave..."
...it was at the moment she had fallen deep in love with the man who will be her first and last master as long she breathes.
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alyholmesz · 4 months
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I will see you again
Idea based on @kittyfrisk9 post, Damian does get assigned the tales of Nebul and when he is out a Robin is sent back in time. But it is not the present day Danny in the past. It is Danny's previous life. (The other times are Danny messing around/running around for Clockwork.)
Nebul was born with pale skin, white hair and green eyes. His beautify was quick to be noticed by the priest who saw his birth as a sign from their gods, Thus he is named their future ruler. The stuff with Hotep-Ra happened an then Damian appeared. They defeat Hotep-Ra together but Damian does not go back evidently.
Nebul houses Damian and names him his personal guard until Damian can make his way home. (Nebul thinks he is a traveling solider from a far away land and he is lost, Damian does not/can not correct him) They spent time together and fall in love.
The gods (Clockwork) send Nebul a dream to let him know that Damian will be returning home soon, Nebul cries.
Nebul has two rings made and keeps the gold sun ring for himself and gifts the silver moon ring to Damian as a love confession and a oath that even when they are separated Nebul will find him again.
Then a portal is opened and Damian is helpless to stop himself from leaving even as he watched his Beloved cry.
The Batfam do not know what to do when they get Damian back crying and heart broken.
Time passes and Damian never takes the ring off. If he is out on patrol he wears in on a special necklace Alfred had made for him but otherwise it stays on his left hand.
The media go nuts. It only gets worse when Damian enters his late teens/early twenties and refuses to so much as entertain the idea of a romantic partner.
And then one day Damian is caught passionately kissing a pale white haired teen. A teen wearing a gold sun ring to match Damian's silver moon ring.
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quickhacked · 1 month
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"The outer reaches of space remain unexplored by humankind to this day, but its greed is relentless. We grasp and yearn and hunger for knowledge— answers to questions we cry out into the endless void expecting to understand, expecting the stars to respond. The stars will not, but one day something else will— and we will not like what it has to say." — Rome Solomon, Beyond the Exosphere (1965)
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#obscura#edit:rome#nuclearocs#nuclearedits#ok so. ok hi. red and i made a new universe hi. sorry. morris quincy victor and eleanor belong to them the rest belong to meee :3#the pictures i used are basically the patron saints of their occupation / line of work! so that's not what they look like#anyway it's a mix of paranormal stuff + lovecraftian horror + sort of zombies :^)#they're like. the domains of lucifer (demons) behemoth (zombies) and leviathan (the eldritch horrors that happen in space and oceans)#who are like. the three evils that torment the mortal realm#it's all in a historical setting kind of parallel to our world? so a bunch of historic events are the same but it's like#a little bit more advanced with technology but at the same time it's not. it's Just A Little Different y'know#rome's sister went to space for a mission and just straight up went missing which prompts him to become an astronomer#and he's the first one to start speculating the existence of leviathan as eldritch god#morris is a technician at the academy who has an angel stuck in his computer#eve is a nun and herbalist who witnesses the influence of behemoth firsthand through some sick travelers#that she and the other nuns of her convent take care of#anatoly and quincy are both from different space missions who end up as the only survivors who are not basically a plant#the other two survivors have secretly been replaced with some sort of parasites. annihilation style if you've seen that movie#eleanor is a demonologist and works together with her brother victor who's her cameraman#clarence is a blind psychic who lost her sight because of an angel trying to warn her and in return got her psychic abilities#and lazarus is one of the two most famous demonologists in the world but his wife (the other one) passed away#so now he's alone and since he's not from an upper class family like his wife was he's not all that loved as she was#there's a lot going on but it's SO fucking fun to work on so far. feel free to send any asks i would love to explain more :^)#if you've made it this far also hi i love you. kiss for you
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pluralprompts · 7 days
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Prompt #1,592
System A could barely breathe.
"That – that person over there," they choked out, "what's their name?"
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sweet--creature · 1 year
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you don't fall in love at first sight. that's bullshit you might think they're beautiful or pretty or handsome, that's called admiration, infatuation, or maybe a crush. you fall in love when it physically hurts you to be away from them, every moment you spend you wish you spent it with them, you look at smth cool and you wonder if they'd like it too. that's love and that's beautiful.
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For one of the FilixOFC MGiME fics I'm beginning to write rn:
ONLY regarding Fili/OFC
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cassyglenn · 3 months
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Hannibal, a refined and enigmatic figure, stands before a mesmerizing painting. As he studies the art, his gaze suddenly shifts to Will, an intriguing individual with a unique perspective on the pieces.
HANNIBAL
(whispering to himself)
"Art has the power to reveal one's true essence. And in this gallery, I find myself captivated by more than just the brush strokes."
Will, unaware of Hannibal's presence, continues to explore the gallery. Their eyes lock from across the room, creating an unexpected connection that transcends the boundaries of mere aesthetics.
HANNIBAL (CONT'D)
(to himself, with a subtle smile)
"Perhaps in this gallery of souls, I've found a masterpiece in human form."
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icanbeyourgenie · 4 months
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“ You're playing hard to get... I mean, to know. Hard to know. ” – Achilles to Nathaniel
Nathaniel fought a smile. It wasn't really effective.
“Hard to get?” he teased.
“To know.” Achilles corrected again. “Just a slip of the tongue.”
Nathaniel dropped it, but inside he felt a pleasant warmth. He was only with Achilles for a few days - just three really - but he could already tell how infatuated he was with the doctor. He should have already gone back to the sea, the traces of his victim were gone by now, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the man just yet.
“Well, as much as I'd love to say I'm just playing the mysterious card, I'm not. I genuinely can't answer this question.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don't remember.”
Achilles raised an eyebrow. The two of them had spent the last days talking about many things and asking each other questions. There were a lot Nate couldn't answer, especially regarding his family. Because he had to keep it secret, but also because he didn't want Achilles' attitude to change.
But the last question Achilles asked was about his time before he was a siren. And as much as he wished to remember, he couldn't.
“Because you're asking about a time before I can remember. Sirens don't have memories of before their transformation.”
Nathaniel could see he picked Achilles' interest. He quickly learnt that the man had a very good memory, maybe the concept of not remembering was foreign to him?
“I see.... Can I try something?”
“That's onimous.” Nate answered, but Achilles laughed while coming a bit closer, and it was enough to bring back the butterflies.
“Just... trust me?”
So he did. Achilles came a bit closer against, and softly touched Nathaniel's temple with his fingers. The contact sent shivers down Nate's spine. They were very close now, but none of them seemed to care.
Nathaniel closed his eyes on instinct, and then something strange happened. It was just noises at first. A voice calling his name, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and then a face. A face of a man who looked like him. Who was smiling.
It lasted only a second but when Nate opened his eyes, his breathing was out of control and he realized he had grabbed Achilles' hand. He didn't know yet if he intended to move it away, or to keep it on his temple, so he just froze and looked at the man. Nate was breathing heavily, confusion in his eyes.
“What... what just happened?”
“It's my fault, I should've asked, I just wanted to see if I could... Well, the thing with memories is that they're never really lost. Even when we forget, they're here somewhere.”
“So... this voice... this face...?”
“I don't know who they are. But I can tell that your memories are here. If you want to, I can retrieve them for you.”
Nathaniel was still breathing heavily, but at some point Achilles fully took his hand in his and was gently stroking his skin, which helped him relax a little.
Nate felt his entire world shifting. He was convinced that his memories of his previous life were lost. He made his peace with that a long time ago. But now he could have them back? He didn't know yet if he wanted too? What if they were terrible?
“Just breathe. You don't have to answer right now.”
Nathaniel realized that Achilles came a bit closer in order to calm him down. Strangely, it worked. His breathing came back to normal and he smiled while looking at the doctor.
“I don't have the answer yet, but what I can tell you is that I was right.”
“On what point?”
“You're a very, very intriguing man. I can't wait to know more about your story.”
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jewels2876 · 2 years
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Admiration
Hi! RL has just been kind of... real hehehe but I’m still around
Rather than finish up any of my WIPs, I decided to catch up on the HBC Spring Fling theme - shout out to @the-th-horniest-book-club with the Prompt Love at First Sight
Pairing: James Conrad x female reader
Word Count: 198
divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​
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You weren’t sure which part of him to look at first: his handsome face, his arresting eyes, the hint of his smirk, or the arms which held a formidable weapon. He turned, his back now facing you and a new dilemma emerged. A breathy sigh escaped your lips; he stopped in his tracks and turned to you. “Is everything alright there?”
Before you could answer, a loud roar echoed through the valley distracting you both. “Just fine,” you breathed, your muscles screaming as you stayed frozen in your spot besides James.
James gave you a once over, nearly shaking his head at the barely there khaki shorts and black tank top that clung to every delicious curve on your body. He wanted to be jealous of the beads of sweat that trickled down your chest, but the monster he was hunting had other ideas. “Just stay behind me and we’ll get through this okay?” You nodded as he raised the sight on the gun. Arms. Ass. No definitely arms. Well…
“When I get you out of here, we’re going to have a chat about self-preservation, got it?” James snapped as another roar sounded.
“It’s a date,” you quipped.
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butchhatred · 11 months
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Hatred at last sight
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madmanwonder · 3 months
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(prompt, crossover, bnha, kill la kill, love at first sight, emerald fashion) Nui falls in love at first sight with Izuku.
Nui Harime once saw love as meaningless concept and exploitable weakness in humanity. A tool to manipulate the masses like the weak-willed sheep they are.
And she thought of herself as superior to the masses of weak-willed sheep to dismiss any notion of love in her life and focus solely upon her life and goals…
“S-Sorry for bumping into you. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
…but the moment she set her sights on him. Looking at the cute, chubby, freckled face attached to the emerald-haired, verdant-eyed boy who look no older than his early teens. Her heart skipped a beat and her mind just gone blank for a moment before it was filled with the overwhelming, overflowing emotions of love, joy and happiness that she couldn’t imagine coming.
Nui Harime, Grand Couturier of the Revocs Corporation, ‘daughter’ of Revocs Corporation's CEO and the chair of Honnōji Academy has fallen in love with Izuku Midoriya, the Ninth Holder of One for All, and the future Symbol of Peace.
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loudteller · 1 year
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Writing Challenge #3
HOW TO START YOUR ROMANCE
Roll the dice
1- “Have we ever met before?”
2- “Hey, you dropped this!”
3- “Is this seat taken?”
4- “You got a light?”
5- “Are you new here?”
6- “Oh, sorry, were you hurt?” (after bumping into each other)
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thelegendarywriter · 1 year
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Love at First Sight Prompt
Our protagonist has lived their entire life without ever seeing another person. Today, after a frightening storm, their vision recovers. They become obsessed with the first human being they see after the event.
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belltrigger · 2 years
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If you're still taking prompts, I would love to see a combo of "confess" and "kiss" ^u^ (I am an extreme fluff enjoyer, so those prompts really stick out to me hgyfkbdmfdj)
-Send me a “Confess” and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing to the other -Send me a “Kiss” and I’ll write a drabble about their first kiss
Hello @twicespicedskitty ! I hope you are doing well today! Here's some fluff for you! I kept the angst out! (。・∀・)ノ゙This takes place after Hisui, and assumes that while they probably harbored feelings for each other for some time, neither of them confessed *before* Ingo was yeeted.
Title: Suitor Word count: 1,477
Emmet, his precious twin brother, should have had a line of suitors out the door of the station, all the way to their apartment.
While his own memories of their lives together had not fully returned, simply watching Emmet in action cemented that notion in his mind. His younger twin was passionate, skilled, and near-unbeatable in pokémon battles. He treated their own pokémon with kindness and seemingly limitless knowledge of their necessary care. Ingo found himself, more than once, considering which Lord or Lady Emmet would have been a Warden for, certain that his twin would have been the best Warden in all of Hisui.
Aside from all the important reasons why Emmet should have suitors, he was also extremely cute. The way he waved so energetically when he saw Ingo after spending a day separated on their respective trains always spread warmth in his chest. Emmet's joyful laugh made his heartbeat so loud he was certain anyone near them could hear. Although he was nearing his fifties, he felt like a school boy with his first crush, tugging the brim of his hat down to cover his eyes in hopes of hiding at least some of his blush.
It took about a week for him to regain enough memories to know with absolute certainty that he and Emmet had been incredibly close before his disappearance. Travelling everywhere together, spending as much of their life together as was possible, they were near inseparable. However, despite inspecting every memory he could, he found no sign that they had closed that final inch between them.
After some additional careful consideration, he knew that he had felt this way for Emmet before, too. It was uncertain how much he had yearned back then, with how inseparable they were, but the loss had reverberated loudly in his heart all through his time in Hisui. He longed for the person he could only half remember, a smile lodged in his heart causing pain-tinged comfort, a desperation to know who held his heart so solidly.
When he returned, enveloped tightly in Emmet's arms with his twin whispering a chant of "I missed you," he knew he couldn't live as he had in Hisui ever again. Holding Emmet's face in his hands, his twin's smile absolutely messy with his waterfall of tears, he'd pressed a kiss to his forehead, apologizing for having ever left his side.
In the time he spent watching his twin, the expectation that a suitor would appear betrayed itself. Emmet made no reference to anyone he may have been seeing, and no one stood out in particular as trying to gain his twin's attention. His twin had spent the entirety of his disappearance searching for him, so no one had been there for him during that time either. He felt himself growing impatient, and decided that enough good will had been allowed for anyone else to attempt to win his twin's heart.
Knowing that he wanted to confess when it would not distract from their work, he planned his confession for the next day Emmet was off. He unfortunately still had a short shift, but it was one that got him home by the time Emmet would wake up. They would still have the entirety of the day together, and he wouldn't feel guilty for trying to rush the confession during a lunch break. It was private, quiet, and just for them. Emmet's reaction would be only for him to see.
The night prior, he asked Emmet to set his alarm for when he was expecting to arrive home. Emmet had teased him just a little, insisting that Ingo was a better alarm than anything he could set. Surely his twin meant Ingo's ability to tug his twin out of bed no matter how much he made himself dead weight, and not anything else. He'd agreed at the time, reminding Emmet that Garbador would eat his blanket if he proved to be particularly stubborn. Emmet had laughed and set his alarm, and they said their goodnights.
Morning shifts were often hectic things, ensuring passengers who very stubbornly wished to fit in already full cars got to their destinations on time. But, it had gone quickly; Ramses had improved greatly in the time he had been gone, and handled himself expertly during the rushes. Wanting to get home to Emmet as quickly as possible, he had not lingered after as he sometimes did, only briefly thanking the employees for their work before leaving. The only stop he made on the way home was to pick up his preparation for his confession.
Stepping into their apartment just as Emmet came out of his room, his breath caught at the sight. His twin was lit by the sunlight from his window streaming out the doorway. Even in such lighting, Emmet's smile was brighter, and encouragement welled up in his heart. If everything went well, he could see this scene, and more, for the rest of his life. Emmet could smile at him so wonderfully every day, sharing every moment with him.
"Good morning, Ingo!" Emmet waved, still in his t-shirt and shorts he used as sleepwear. He stretched one arm up over his head, a yawn barely covered by his other hand. A hint of midriff distracted him just momentarily. Ahem. He needed to focus. "Got up just in time."
"Good morning, Emmet!" he said with equal, if not greater, enthusiasm. His twin chuckled at the volume of his voice, a loudness he didn't remember ever truly utilizing in Hisui. Although he liked to think he gave very enthusiastic encouragements while there, he noticed his own voice was livelier here, gaining a spark he'd apparently been missing.
Emmet wandered into the bathroom, still obviously sleepy. Caught in his own mental motivations, he stayed in the doorway until Emmet reappeared. Hair neatened and face fresh, he tilted his head before approaching Ingo. "What're you doing?" his twin asked with a chuckle, clasping his hands behind his back as he leaned towards him. "You gonna come in?"
Instead of words, he took his own hand from behind his back and held out what it contained to Emmet. Surprised, his twin took the two pink peonies tied together with white and black silk ribbons, eyes widening just slightly and his cheeks beginning to dust the same color as the flowers. "W-What's this?"
Taking off his hat, and holding it to his chest, just over his heart, he cleared his throat before he spoke. "Emmet, I am not sure why I ever hesitated in the past, but I've decided that I will no longer hold back."
As he spoke, Emmet's fingers played with the ribbons, nervously wrapping and unwrapping them around his fingers, all while never breaking eye contact. Reaching out for Emmet's hand with the one not holding his hat, his twin untangled his fingers from the ribbons and placed it lightly in Ingo's grip. "Nii-san?" If he stopped to analyze the emotions in Emmet's voice, he was worried he wouldn't continue again, too caught in the softness held within. He had to take this to the final stop before he derailed.
"I have searched my memories and my heart and found only you. I love you, in all ways that conveys." Emmet blushed harder, the pink turning red, and he lifted the flowers to cover his mouth, peeking at him over the petals. "I want to spend my life with you, and only you. Nothing can ever compare to how I feel about you."
He would have continued, telling Emmet all the ways that he felt complete because of his presence, how much he'd missed him even without memories. There was so much he could say about Emmet's place in his life, a hole that had ached so badly when they were apart. He would have, if Emmet hadn't stopped him by pressing against him in a kiss, hat and flowers trapped between them.
Releasing the hat, he wrapped an arm around Emmet's waist, and he felt Emmet do the same with one of his own. Breaking the kiss but not moving apart, Emmet tucked his head under his chin, obviously still flustered. "Wh. When did you get so romantic?"
Holding Emmet tighter, letting out a chuckle as he pressed his cheek to the top of his twin's hair. "I had a lot of time to think about you." Emmet tried to burrow further into his shoulder, making the sweetest flustered sound. "If you'll forgive me for leaving you alone so long, I'd like to give you the happiest life I can."
Emmet couldn't manage more than a nodding against his shoulder, grip tightening. The flowers shifted slightly, sticking out close to Emmet's cheek. Unlike Ingo's hat, he hadn't let go of them. And just like the flowers, he would never let go of Emmet again.
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beepboopuser · 2 years
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harringrove modern au where steve has like 1k+ followers on insta and is popular on the social media site. when billy moved to hawkins and asks to meet whoever king steve is, tommy pulls up steve’s profile.
immediately obsessed, billy stays up till 1am going through steve’s photos from the past four years, and doesn’t know that he accidentally likes them all. the next day when he tries to approach steve at school, the other boy asks why he was stalking his instagram last night, and in a fluster, billy starts to talk shit about how he was just on steve’s page wondering why everyone was bending over backwards to please steve when he was nothing but a rich kid twink that thought he was cool for wearing sunglasses in winter.
steve merely rolls his eyes and walks off, leaving billy to stand there in shock at his own words while tommy laughs beside him, telling him that if he wanted into harrington’s pants, that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to say.
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