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creation-help · 6 months

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Cuddling scenarios

[Not strictly romantic!]

- Helping the other character get comfortable/safe enough to fall asleep by cuddling up with them in a way they enjoy. Holding them (or perhaps letting them hold you) until you feel them drift off finally.

- Silly casual cuddling. Where they're draped over each other kinda whatever, like cats, and maybe one or both are simultaneously doing something else but they're just. Casually snuggled together while at it

- Solitary character cuddling objects like plushies or blankets or pillows bc they can't stand to touch or be touched by other people (due to sensory problems or simple boundaries)

- characters who usually wouldn't act close with each other (maybe they don't get along or just don't know each other that well yet), ending up cuddling together. Maybe it has a reason, such as the other feeling a sense of duty to comfort or protect the other, maybe they just had a heart to heart, maybe they both just happened to need it. Or maybe it just happened somehow. They don't know either. But they're cuddling now.

- Asking permission to skootch a little closer. Can I just. Yep, no, hold on. There. Just gonna.. Yeah. There we go. Sorry. You good? Is it fine if I? Yeah? Okay. Thanks. Carry on.

- Not asking permission to get closer. Silently sitting on their lap like it's none of your business. Cramming under the same blanket. Taking the same seat. Putting my head over your shoulder. Snatching them up for a hug while we're just chilling bc I need to do something with my hands. Playing with their hair while we sit, for the same reason. I'm gonna braid your hair now. I'm gonna play with your ear/hand/leg. Taking up space with the other character, like it's not even an option not to.

- The "Submissive like a guard dog is" dynamic. With cuddling. I sit on the floor next to you while you're at the table, and lay my head on your leg. I will not accept any other seating option. I will always find a way to look up to you when we hang out. Use me as an armrest. Use me as a legrest. I will accept any position that puts you as the comfortable one. No, my back doesn't hurt from this. No, I'm not cramping, go ahead. You ask me to change position bc you prefer it and I oblige wordlessly. I will find a way to place myself between you and other people physically. My body is your shield when we sleep.

[Free to use as prompts, free to ramble about your characters inspired by this, but not required. Enjoy!]

#Imagine your oc #Oc fluff #Fluff #Which oc #Oc stuff #Oc imagine #oc prompts #Imagine your otp #(Remember romantic is an OPTION not an assumption)#Writing prompts #Character prompts

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married-to-google-translater · 21 days

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Hey, it's me again!

How about Maven search history?

Or Maven reaction when he found out that his S/O has a lot of scars because of their parents who were a very abusive humans when she was just a child

I do Maven search history rn~

Yandere Maven

Can anyone see googling in incognito mode?

How to delete browsing history permanently?

Apple Airtag

How does Airtag work?

(your address) google maps.

How to make the basement soundproof?

Gift ideas for your partner.

(A certain clothing brand that you wear).

DIY photo frame.

Is the Nikon Z7 II good for night photography?

Nikon Z7 II price.

Warm blankets.

(Your favorite food) preparation recipe.

Instructions for making a full-body pillow.

Tips to break in "my own" house.

Best place to propose?

Wedding rings.

(Your name)

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER I

a/n;; everybody, this is HAPPENING OMG!!!! this is going to be my first story and this is my first fic with my OC (read the information here). this fic is written in 3rd person so there is no use of "you".

i was thinking and maybe im going to write fics using my oc, as i said in my post of the OC, i want to improve, i want to change, i want new things, new experiences... and this is my first step. so i hope u guys enjoy this. (reblogs are appreciated and this doesnt mean im not going to write character x reader, my requests are still open)

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, mentions of death

manon blackbeak was eager to come back. she has been hunting crochans for weeks and finally, she reached a cottage in the north of fenharrow and now, she was prepared for blood. hiding in the closet, she listened to the three men that had broken in.

she heard them open the door to the room.

“come out, little crochan,” one of them said.

with their backs to the closet, manon slipped out and quietly closed the bedroom door.

“wrong kind of witch.”

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the moon was up in the sky when ayla moonsinger approached the cliff where a certain moon-white haired witch was waiting. she looked how her hair danced with the wind and by the pose, she knew manon was enjoying the wind. knew there were few sounds she enjoyed more than the groans of dying men, but the wind was one of them.

step by step, she got closer to her figure until her arms were hugging manons waist, feeling them a smile appeared on her face, one that never allowed to show in front of the matron… or anyone except for the thirteen. her coven. she twisted around to face ayla and took her face between her hands.

hazel eyes and golden eyes looked at each other. looked into their souls.

“hello witchling” manon purred.

ayla leaned her forehead until they were touching. manon was the first one who initiated the kiss. their hands explored each other's bodies while their mouths were a mix of teeth, lips and tongues. ayla was the first one who broke the kiss first, caressing her cheek, manon left kisses on her neck making ayla laugh with delightment.

“manon, your grandmother is coming here soon…”

“let me feel you, i haven't seen you in months”

“i know… i missed you too”

a low whistle sounded from behind and manon snarled, ayla turned around and found asterin leaned on a tree, a smirk displayed on her beautiful face and her braid falled down her shoulder.

“calm down you wolf, it's only asterin.”

manon rolled her eyes and left a kiss on her cheek. if asterin was here that meant the rest of the coven was also here… and the blackbeak matron would be here anytime soon.

they were all positioned when the matron arrived. voluminous midnight robes flowed around her with the wind. the memories flooded her mind like it was yesterday.

her parents dead. her screaming. the matron slapping her face. “you’re coming with me”. her first day, week, month, year. the anniversary of their parents. the old houses of terrasen honoring her house, honoring the last member of the family… her. her first crochan. her first kill.

she hated her. hated the way she was and the way she treated everyone, specially manon and the thirteen. and she hated how she needed to act to survive. because that was not what she learned, she wasnt that way. she wasn't cold hearted, she wasn't cruel. there wasn't a day in which she didn't regret the person she was sometimes. what would my parents think about me? she usually asked herself, and in the long nights where she was hunting, in the nights she couldn't sleep next to her mate, she looked to the stars and searched for the lord of the north and mourned a family, a city, long forgotten.

two hours passed until the matron got out of the caravan where she had talked with a duke. “we are leaving now,” the matron said. manon jerked her chin to the thirteen and they fell in line, ayla between asterin and sorrel. “you two will protect her with your life, is that clear?” and that was 100 years ago. a lifetime now that the magic was gone.

ayla watched manon and her grandmother talk. about what? she didn't want to hear it.

when the matron was gone, ayla and the thirteen approached manon, the first one caressing her lovers back.

“apparently, the king needs riders. wyvern riders for his cavalry” her smile was wicked “we are traveling north”

tagging;; @danikamariewrites @thehighladywrites @throneofsapphics @shadowdaddies @ladybambifae

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welcometothewoes · 9 months

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This prompt has a 50% chance of fitting your ship.

"Okay, sooo..." A grasps B's hand. "My folks may or may not have caught on that I'm seeing someone and now they won't leave me alone. They keep asking about you, and how we met, and when and where they can meet you..."

"Already?" B raises both of their eyebrows.

"Yeah, that's..." A looks down, seeming a little dejected. "... that's my folks for you. We can wait a little more if you'd like, but I thought - hey, now's the time to tell you a couple of things beforehand."

"Okaaaay..." B shifts in their seat.

"They're very direct, and I was wondering how to tone them down a bit, so I thought - what if..." A points at B with a playful glint in their eyes, free hand forming a finger gun. "... we introduce our folks to one another simultaneously."

B doesn't budge much, only bothering to rub the back of their neck apprehensively.

A's smille falls gradually, resignation settling in their eyes once again.

"Or not. We could take it slow."

"Listen, A, I, uh..." B avoids their partner's eyes. "I haven't told you this before, because, uh... well, I'll be abrupt. There's nobody for you to meet."

"Oh..." The sudden realization almost knocks the air out of A's lungs. "N-noone?"

In hindsight, it's not surprising, really. The little tidbids that B had shared about their childhood didn't really reveal much about their upbringing - but A can't help but infer that it wasn't a story of security and comfort in the first place.

A doesn't even realize they're squeezing B's hand a little tighter, rubbing the cold back of their palm with their thumb.

"No." B can tell that they've piqued A's curiosity now, but the last thing they want to do is completely ruin the mood. "So uh, yeah, no idea when it's the right time to, uh, meet your parents, to be honest."

The gust of wind that makes the nearby window slam against its frame is still not enough to break the silence - not until A softens their gaze and leans forward, tenderness lacing their voice like a string of fairy lights.

"Whenever you're ready."

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totally-true · 2 months

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It's the middle of the night, but something feels wrong. Sebastian wakes up to find his gf/bf gone, or at least not in bed. She/He is in the kitchen crying because they had a night terror. (They didn't want to wake him up)

Rolling over his hand reaches out for you. A large hand groping around the sheets trying to find the warmth of your body. Where soft flesh should be, is only cold sheets. Immediately Sebastian jolts up, the doors are locked, so are the windows.

Firstly he checks the safe where he keeps the keys and they're still safe. As he relaxes he begins to make his way through the house, checking the bathrooms as he makes his way through the halls. He at least expected to see the television on with one of your favorite shows or movies playing, but he's met with nothing but darkness. Stress and anger begin to flood his system before he finally hears it, a small shuffle coming from the kitchen.

Sebastian makes his way to the kitchen and turns on the light to see you sitting in a corner on the floor. A package of sweets sat between your legs and tear streaks staining your cheeks. This isn't the first time this has happened and Sebastian knows exactly how to handle it, he patiently sits on the floor with you. He watches you relax as you silently eat your candy, occasionally sniffling to which he hands you a napkin. His hand reaches over to gently rub the top of your foot when he believes you've calmed yourself down enough.

When you're no longer shaking and your eyes begin to droop Sebastian finally stands and bends over to lift your body from the floor. The bag of sweets is still clutched in your hands as he carries you to the bedroom. He tucks you in and places your candy on the bedside table before turning out the light and getting under the covers himself. He pulls you close, holding your body tight against his and whispers reassuring words in your ear as you fall back asleep. With only 3hrs until he has to be at work Sebastian is just happy you've finally calmed down.

#totally-true #yandere x reader #yandere oc #my oc #yandere imagine #oc x reader #oc sebastian #oc imagine

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illicit-eclipse · 28 days

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Moonlit Whispers

In the heart of a sleepy village, nestled among ancient oaks and dew-kissed meadows, lived two souls destined to intertwine.

Evelyn, with eyes like twilight, tended to the wildflowers that bloomed near the old stone bridge. Her laughter echoed through the valley, a melody that enchanted even the birds. Lucian, a brooding artist, sketched the world’s secrets onto canvas. His studio overlooked the same bridge, and he often stole glances at the girl who danced with the wind.

One fateful evening, as the moon hung low, Evelyn stumbled upon Lucian’s hidden sanctuary. The air crackled with anticipation. Their eyes met—a collision of stardust and longing. Lucian’s heart painted wild strokes, and Evelyn’s pulse echoed in the quiet night.

“Your flowers inspire my art,” Lucian confessed, his voice a fragile whisper.

“And your paintings breathe life into my petals,” Evelyn replied, her fingers tracing the edge of a half-finished canvas, while her eyes wandered from painting to painting of her precious flowers.

They later sat by the river, their souls entwined like ivy. Lucian revealed his dreams—the moon as his muse, Evelyn as his salvation. She shared her hopes—the bridge as a portal to distant lands, Lucian as her compass.

Under the moon’s benevolent gaze, they vowed to meet every night. Lucian painted Evelyn into existence—a nymph with petals for hair and eyes that held galaxies. Evelyn wove stories into her blooms—of love that transcended seasons and whispered secrets to the stars.

Their love bloomed like the wildflowers, unyielding and fragile. They danced on the bridge, their laughter echoing across the water. Lucian kissed Evelyn’s fingertips, tasting moonlight. She pressed her forehead to his, inhaling the scent of paint and promise.

But love, like moon phases, waxes and wanes. One stormy night, Lucian’s canvas remained empty. Evelyn’s flowers drooped, petals heavy with unspoken words. The bridge sagged under the weight of their longing.

“Will you forget me?” Evelyn asked, tears shimmering like morning dew.

“Never,” Lucian vowed, pulling her close. “I’ll paint you into eternity.”

And so, he did. His final masterpiece—an ethereal Evelyn, forever dancing on the bridge, petals swirling in the moon’s silver glow.

Years passed. The villagers spoke of the ghostly lovers—the artist who painted moonlight and the girl who whispered to flowers. They say that on moonlit nights, if you listen closely, you’ll hear Evelyn’s laughter and Lucian’s brushstrokes.

And so, their love became legend—a bridge between realms, a canvas of devotion. Under the moon’s watchful eye, Evelyn and Lucian danced, their souls immortalized in art and petals.

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ourolite · 27 days

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𝓒ONCEPT.ㅤ some professional boyfriend headcanons featuring xīn’yuè and a few others he figured imperative to receive attention in his overview. lil' commanding, he is. can you already imagine, or are you invested to see for yourself? if you're staying, may we interest you in a fragrance sample or two, free of charge? ℘RECAUTION.ㅤ switch fem reader, daddy kink, toys, condescending praise, slight bantering, implied exhibitionism.

༺ ceo!boyfriend who is the Chief Executive Officer of an intercontinental brand with the hall and trademark “Anzhong”; a subsidiary worldwide fashion industry with product lines that also include accessories, handbags, footwear, cosmetics, clothing, adult toys, and other minor trinkets such as writing utensils or home decor. The industry was also founded in 1928 in Lhasa, Tibet by Chagmo Kyi. You may also infer that the headquarters is located there as well, which is where the CEO in question dabbles a majority of his life besides with you or his two daughters, Maju and Blumei. There are over hundreds of active boutiques worldwide, at least 15,000 active employees, and their headquarters, which Xīn’yuè works at, is located in Lhasa, Tibet. The revenue of this company is at least 9.35 billion, making Xīn’yuè one of the richest CEOS any business has to offer. Similar to most compassionate businessmen, they soften up when it’s safe to, as it’s not considerably so in a workplace. Have to stay firm towards your subordinates, after all.

༺ ceo!boyfriend who is a spoiler as much as he doesn’t want to admit. Considering that he’s rather emotionally constipated, he utilizes his affection through quality time, affirming words, and gift showers. There are times where you receive the secretary treatment despite being the girlfriend, but he’s communicative enough to apologize for such. While the apology would always seem half-hearted and awkward, he redeems himself with a list of things since he knows the apology wasn’t the best; he truly cares for you but is only capable of showing it appropriately when he deems necessary. Relationships aren’t his forte, after all. Not only he has to worry about his career that takes up too much of his time, but his girls that also take up the little time he possesses when he’s on break. You get him to unwind often which he secretly appreciates, but outwardly he playfully reprimands or mocks you for catering to him like he’s some sort of child. You ignore him however, proceeding to give him head massages as the two of you binge your favorite show as the girls sleep. He feels safe with you. Always. But you’ll have to squint to conclude such.

༺ ceo!oc who canonically has two boyfriends. Yes, two. The phenomenon has yet to process ‘til this day, for he not only received the term and accurate accusation “bicurious” from his workout partner, Zolene Irene, but growing up in a judgmental household closes your mind in a negative manner (shout out to his strongly traditional parents that projected their opinions onto him, especially his homophobic father). Both are also spiritual entities, by the way, and as a human, it’s… overwhelming. One is a curt, cupidity maneki-neko with the name Indigo who happens to also be his financial advisor and natural migraine inducer. His other lover is a sasabonsam, a vampiric tree dweller who has yet to conclude the consequence of skipping out of work constantly just to do what he desires. Oh, I forgot to mention that they’re two Taureans. Taureans. The most obstinate Earth sign, let alone one of the three most in general. In summary, order is the last thing that household needs.

༺ ceo!boyfriend whose sex drive is on the low side of the spectrum, so you’re usually the one either engaging in sexual activities first or engaging in them by yourself; graysexuality is no joke. Generally however, he understands that you have needs, so he doesn’t mind pleasuring you when he feels comfortable despite him not feeling anything in return but genuine entertainment. Though, on another note, when you voice your outwardly desires, he not only gives you a captious expression that corresponds with his sardonic reassurance, but claims that some of the things you want from him are completely unethical. Naturally, you didn’t like this response, let alone his inability to take a moment to put himself in your shoes, so you left the idea alone. Naturally again, he felt a subtle sense of regret a while after that discussion, so he planned on how exactly he should make it up to you without giving into your desires…

ℌ Side note, for the most part, it didn’t work. He gave in.

The perspiration bubbling in the subtle arch of your back was prompted by the sudorific vibrations that emanated from the personalized bullet vibrator that was buzzing against your clit. Your tumescent bud pulsated effervescently as your hips scoured against the trembling surface, forcing moans to elude from your tepid, lazily parted lips. The vibrations were mellow and arrhythmic, hence your relatively desperate mannerisms, as you failed to reach the orgasm that was nearing, evading, nearing, and evading. With unreliable assistance, that is, seeing as the tip of the device was stagnant and pressed against your soppy clit, vibrating louder due to its inundation. If only the vibrations were just a little stronger, but even you understood that this behavior was well deserved, for you believed that guilt-tripping him for not utilizing your idea sooner was the best route.

“Can I finish now? Please? Jebel? Bài tuō?” You implored sycophantically, your blissed-out gaze imbued with lechery as your dampened lashes fluttered upwards at the one who was torturing you on the frigid surface. Obstinacy is nothing but a drug with no ideal remedy; this was evinced with the way the asshole you were star-fucking merely hummed dismissively in response, lightening the pressure from your clit just to watch the vulva quiver. The lack of the response immediately influenced your obsequious actions to falter with a miffed pout and a hip gyration; if you possessed the ability to trade places with this individual within seconds he would’ve been cumming and hyperventilating right about now.

“Sweetheart, don’t leave me like this.. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Hm? Mmmh-maybe even horny for me for once? Hm, daddy?”

The left curve of the well-adored and cross-country CEO’s lip quirked up for a moment in acknowledgment, but also derisive, once you mockingly quiered him. Everything was a muddle, a concupiscent muddle. There was no recollection of the prior events; all you remember is what’s happening now and later. What now consists of a yukata-wearing billionaire looming over the desk of his office, the glass surface besplattered with crumpled papers, prurient excretions, and excessive handprints. Then later that said inspirational figure will leave you knee-buckled and exhausted over the desk as he roughly persuaded you on why disobedience was never an option to begin with. An intense idea to state, but you’ve been through much worse, believe yourself.

“I figured it was prudent to continue stalling,” Xīn’yuè clarified vaguely in a collected tone; the eloquence parroted the tone of him relaying messages to one of his many, many subordinates despite you being nude from the waist down, tainting the glass below your ass. He predicted your protests, hence the immediate impulse to slide the bullet vibrator back inside of you, earning a sharp, shaky whimper that was immediately muted by him. He already wasn’t fond of the idea of making you cum in such a vulnerable setting; it was a miracle that neither of you were caught by a frantic employee with effervescent news. “Not only for ‘efficiency’s sake’, but to assure that any potential slip-ups—notably from you—remain a simple mystery.”

Your plush thighs trembled harshly in response, plus the clicks of the vibrator that indicated that the volume was being turned up was just as inebriating as his sardonic statements. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was custom made for you, but you could definitely wrap your legs around his waist for ultra stability. Merino white rings enveloped around the midnight-hued toy as he fucked you with it in a gradual pace, not to mention that the name “Anzhong” was embedded within it in bullion only to be sealed with sticky cum created by you. Even the mere thought of that brought you closer, which was also determined with the way your drenched walls embraced the toy with fervor and the sibilated mantras of pleads that escaped your throat.

After acknowledging that you're close, and also annoyingly and worriedly loud, he slipped the object back out, earning not only exasperated insults disguised as guileless complaints, but an abundance of clenches that yearned for the nostalgic repletion. With a miffed, critical look, he took the cum-coated object before tapping your lips with it in order to interrupt your objections, taking the moment to keep you temporarily silenced by pushing it inside of your mouth, his fingers holding onto the ends so it doesn’t slide down your throat and asphyxiate you. His free, clammy hand however, was now placed on your exposed hip, grasping onto the flesh softly before the veins of the exterior emerged from the epidermis. Xīn’yuè’s bored look now embodied some remnants of puckishness once your silence managed to be the only thing that excited him tonight, which was concluded by the twitching awakening of his semi-hard dick.

“Now, be a good, sweet puppy and clean it up. Intractability, by definition, is something I don’t get along with often, so behave accordingly and quit whining.”

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

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chiskz · 1 year

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CHICHI AND THEIR SHIPS

inspired by @cafemilk-tea ♡

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Miyawaki Sakura (LE SSERAFIM, ex. HKT48, IZ*ONE) - Sakura really liked Chichi's work and vice versa, they met through Changbin who knows Chaeyeon (soloist, ex. IZ*ONE, JYP trainee). Since then, they spend a lot of time together (as much as their busy schedules allow). They often play console games and watch dramas together while expanding their Korean vocabulary. Chichi also confessed that she had watched Sakura on stage since HKT48.

Komiyama Haruka (AKB48) - The girls met not long after Haruka confessed in an interview that Chichi was her ideal type. Both are big fans of the "Love Live!" series.

Ushio Sarina (HINATAZAKA46) - The girls met after one of Stray Kids concerts in Japan where Sarina attended. Chichi quickly "fell in love" with her gentle personality, and they have exchanged letters frequently since then, which they both find very cute and more personal. As part of promoting Stray Kids with "Circus", Chichi received a 15-minute segment on Japanese radio, "I Can Say It!", with Sarina as co-host. The program was broadcast twice a week for 2 weeks (4 episodes). During the show, there were many cute interactions between them, which ultimately stole the hearts of fans.

Myoui Mina (TWICE) - The girls obviously know each other from the label. Both are trained in ballet, sometimes spending their free time recalling some choreography. In addition, they often bring each other gifts from Japan whenever one of them is there. Both Mina and Chichi have mentioned multiple times on Bubble that they are currently together - they both always send then a short text message: "🐧🤝🐯".

Changbin, Hyunjin & Jeongin ➡️ ♡♡♡

Song Mingi (ATEEZ) - They became friends during Guerilla choreo making period, where they quickly became the loudest duo, mainly due to their loud laughs. They also often teased each other, to the point that most of their conversations, taken out of context, would have indicated that they hate each other - which only shows how similar their sense of humor is.

Choi San (ATEEZ) - San was the first one to approach Chichi during Kingdom. He then complimented her amazing dancing skills and unimaginable condition. Achieving something similar, he stated, was his goal. Chichi was very touched by his words, and after the show, away from the cameras, they quickly became inseparable. The two often train together. Chichi on one of her vlives confessed that she and San often like to tweak existing choreographies by making them more difficult. They like to feel tired and see how far they can push their limits.

#oc-ommunity #kpop addition #stray kids 9th member #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #stray kids addition #idol au #stray kids female addition #oc imagine

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redhairedwolfwitch · 2 years

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Shade - OC x Platonic!Reader + Arsenal W.F.C - Rook Series (Arsenal Year 1)

Masterlist

It was becoming known that when you and Atlas were playing together, if a player went after one of you, she would be going after both of you.

Any brutal fouls or dirty plays against one resulted in the other flying after the offending player, and ready to argue with the ref for a card to be handed out (if it hadn't been already).

If one of you went down and wasn’t up immediately, the other had a choice, between going after the offending player, or checking on the one who was down… then going after the offending player.

The two of you had gotten the occasional yellow during the season fighting for each other, but it was becoming known to the offending teams, not to mess with the duo, because if you went after one of you, they were going after both of you, and someone was bound to be carded.

You weren’t quite sure how you ended up almost crashing head first into the advertising boards around the pitch playing against Chelsea. The last thing you remembered was that you were running up the far side with the ball, but now the ball was out of play, and you were on the ground, your body leaning against the advertising board.

Pushing yourself up on your hands, you spotted Atlas in a heated argument with Millie Bright, the pieces falling into place for you as you forced yourself up, stumbling but gaining some of your teammates’ and the ref’s attention. You stumbled over to reach for Atlas, who was arguing with Millie, glaring at the Chelsea player as she looked at you, Millie eventually backing off as Atlas huffed. The ref slipped her yellow card away, as the ball came back into play.

Nobody had really seen you scared, or angry, until Atlas was on the floor, blood dripping from her forehead, having jumped up to try to head the ball, getting whacked into a player from Manchester City instead. Everything fell into slow motion as you saw who Atlas tumble to the ground, and the blood start to gush from her forehead.

Your feet moved without thinking as you pushed the City player away, looking over Atlas’ injury before whipping around to yell for the medic. Panic ran through you as Atlas shifted her hand, her forehead and had covered in blood. Your best friend was kneeling on the floor, her hand covered in her blood as she tried to hold her forehead, and the player who she was whacked into was still lurking, concern on her face for your best friend.

You held Atlas’ ponytail out of the way as the medics arrived, wrapping bandages around Atlas’ head before she was led off the pitch, leaving you standing there, watching as she left. A hand touched your shoulder, your head spinning around to spot an Arsenal jersey, instead of a City one, your fist unclenching as you met Leah’s eyes, nodding as Viv approached and nodded to you in understanding.

Arsenal needed to win. For Atlas.

And you did.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #oc x reader #own character x reader #oc imagine #woso #football!au #arsenal women #arsenal women x reader #arsenal women imagine

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natardoodle · 4 months

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Christmas commission special

Full render profile icon for the price of 25 dollars

Offer open until December 20th

🎄0/3 slots available 🎄

Dm if interested

#open for commissions #commission open #oc imagine #original character #artist on tumblr #ditigal art #character art #artistsupport

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creation-help · 5 months

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Imagine your oc pushed into a situation that makes them commit selfish choices, and act out in stress. Imagine this for the oc who's usually kind, considerate and composed. Imagine them being driven to a situation that really tests their morals and patience - and they fail. Something that is not usual for them. Imagine that. What would it be? What hurts them this badly?

#Imagine your oc #Oc scenarios #Oc prompts #Oc ideas #Your oc #Idk what tags to use uhh #Writblr #Rp muse #oc questions #character exploration #Oc imagines #Oc imagine

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married-to-google-translater · 13 days

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I love imagining scenarios where the yandere gets kidnapped by their darling not knowing that their darling is a yandere for them and Maven is the most entertaining one for me to think about.

Also, should I just go with the nickname plastic anon?

Oh yes~ your name shall now be plastic anon. And I finally made anon list for you <3 I am happy u love our yandere albino boyyyyy

But Back to scenario...

Kidnapping Maven would actually be really easy. You could just ask him to come to you and he would XD

Maven.exe would have stopped working.

You would really break Maven if you kidnapped him first. Maven could never imagine that you love him the way he loves you. He would be happy and disappointed in himself at the same time… Because Maven thinks he should have known this.

He wouldn't be able to speak for about half an hour. That's how confused he would be. Maven will just hug you (if you let him). Finally he would get his thoughts in order… And could tell how much he would love you. It wouldn't be hard to believe. This guy would have a phone full of pictures of you XD

Happy yandere couple <3

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rowaelinsdaughter · 3 months

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KEEP MY HEART CHAPTER IV

a/n;; i hate iskra so much almdofnmdoiajnid

WARNINGS;; spoilers for heir of fire, soft manon (not even a warning but omg), bl00d, angst to comfort

the day of the selection had finally arrived and manon was eager. titus was hers. she had been talking about it with ayla the night before. she could imagine manon flying with him, but she had a bad feeling, something was going to happen, something was off.

forty three wiches were gathered on the platform waiting for the wyverns.

the three matrons would draw sticks if more than one claim was made on a mount, and ayla knew titus was going to be the most claimed wyvern. standing by her side, manon was getting more anxious as time passed.

she looked at the wyvern who was already chained to the wall, ready for the other wyverns to beat him up, and the wyvern looked up at her. the magic didn’t exist anymore, but she could have sworn she felt something different in him, that this wyvern, half the size of the others, was special.

one after another, the wyverns were brought and claimed, asterin claimed a female. the fiercest one and cunning eyed. it suits her ayla thought. a knowing look between her and manon. she felt petrah blueblood getting closer before the others, thanks to her fae blood. petrah gave ayla a nod and went straight to manon’s side, a soft snarled from asterin was the only warning.

“waiting for titus, aren’t you?”

“and if i am?”

“i’d rather you have him than iskra.”

and then she tensed as she felt iskra closer, right behind them. a little squeeze on her hand was the only reaction from manon as she was still looking at the tunnel.

“plotting already?” iskra teased. ayla was going to answer when the blueblood heir said as she lifted her chin “i think titus would make a good mount for manon”.

titus thundered out, snapping to the men there. he wheeled on the bait beast, striking him with his barbed tail. ayla flinched a little. he was a beast, utterly cruel. and titus struck again. again. again. at that moment manon knew titus knew where to hit, where it would cause the most agony. a whip sounded but he kept pacing in front of the bait beast.

“if you want him so badly,” iskra whispered, “why don’t you go get him?”

and she pushed her.

“MANON!!” ayla shouted followed by asterin and she watched as manon slammed into the ground. she was going to the pit, but a pair of arms stopped her from going, and sorrel dragged her down to the floor. “LEAVE ME DAMN IT” but the matron gave the order that no one was going to the pit, and she could only watch manon and how titus turned toward her. pure fear. that was what she felt. the wyvern was between her and the gate but he had his dark eyes pinned on her. she needed to run, she needed to get out of there. even with wind cleaver she didn’t have any chance. but titus was looking above her, and behind her… the bait beast. the wyvern was looking at manon with hunger, but she knew that the emotion was for titus, not her.

so manon twisted to her feet and ran.

ayla watched as manon ran to the open gate, just as the little wyvern slammed his tail against titu’s head.

and the fight began. tails and claws. but everyone knew titus would win. he was stronger, bigger. the bait beast dodged the tail by slamming its own down atop it, but couldn’t escape the jaws that latched on to its neck. he couldn’t get free. and manon ran for titus and brought wind cleaver down upon his tail.

ayla’s heart was beating so fast she knew everyone could hear it. she watched as the bait snapped titu’s throat. they all watched titu’s dead body.

men were rushing in with spears and swords and whips, and the bait beast growled.

manon held up a hand. and again, the world stopped.

manon, eyes still upon the beast, said, “he’s mine.”

at that, a sob broke through ayla and she felt to the ground.

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abraxos. that was how manon named her wyvern.

when manon came, she was filthy and her ankle was wrenched. ayla ran to manon, crushing her with her arms. “gods manon, i-” she couldn’t talk, and she felt manon’s arm’s on her shoulder’s. she then looked where the yellowlegs heir was being held by asterin. “looks like i lost my footing” she simply said.

that night, in the mess hall, ayla and manon looked as iskra whipped asterin in front of everyone. apparently it was her fault manon fell in the pit. and asterin didn’t scream. and after that, her grandmother called her. she had slapped her in the face and told her she had humiliated her and every blackbeak by choosing abraxos, but ayla knew there was some kind of bond between abraxos and manon. not like the one they had, but she had known the moment he had looked at her that he was different. a warrior indeed.

later that night, ayla was perched on manon’s lap, her face hidden on her neck, while manon comforted her, her hands stroking her back.

“i nearly lost you today, manon. i couldn’t think straight. all i could think was that i needed to go to the pit and… i don’t want to lose you manon.” she moved away from her neck so she could watch her golden eyes. “i can’t lose you manon, do you hear me?? i. can’t. you’re all that i have, you’re the only one i have.” she took her face between her hands “so hear me out manon. don’t you dare lose this game and don’t you dare die during it.”

manon rested her forehead with hers. “i’m going to win and and you're not going to lose me” she kissed her softly. it was rare, so rare that manon was soft. even with her, she was chaos, a storm. she was passionate, her kisses were heated everytime their lips met. but know, manon blackbeak knew she had nearly died, and also knew that her mate wouldn't have gotten over it. so ayla followed the kiss, while manon lay her down on their bed, and made her remember that she was going nowhere.

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“why’s he curled up like that?” manon asked the man.

she looked inside the pen where abraxos was. ayla at her side, and asterin lurked in the shadows, was monitoring everything. she wasn’t going to let manon out of her sight.

“suspect it’s ’cause he’s never had a pen to himself. not this big, anyway.”

“where did they keep him before?” asked ayla. the man looked at her from head to toe. lust reflected in his eyes as he took the sight of her breasts, her waist, her legs… ayla noticed the look and with a movement of her wrist, her iron nails snapped, a wicked smile displayed on her face. and a proud smile appeared on manon’s face. a squeeze to her waist. good job witchling.

the man swallowed three times before answering. “with the other baiters in the sty. he’s the oldest of the baiters, you know. survived the pits and the stys. but that doesn’t mean he’s suitable for you.”

“if i wanted your opinion on his suitability, i’d ask for it,” manon said, eyes still on abraxos as she approached the bars. “how long to get him in the skies?”

“could be days or weeks or months. could be never.”

ayla watched abraxos uncurl a little so he could see between his wings. and again, ayla thought that manon had made the best decision.

tagging;; @danikamariewrites @thehighladywrites @hellwantfuckme @shadowdaddies @callmeblaire

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welcometothewoes · 9 months

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Long angst-ish university AU prompt for your OTP

I keep thinking of a scenario where the inseparable high school sweethearts A and B end up going to different countries for university/college, and make the effort to keep in touch despite the long distance between them.

At first, they both keep spamming each other with pictures, finding the cultural tidbids endearing and fawning over their respective campuses, dorms and sightseeing spots, basking in their newfound independence - but as soon as classes start, they find less and less time for each other, and don't really have the time to keep tabs on one another anymore.

A has always been more outgoing of the two, so they fit right in from the start - they truly feel as though they've started LIVING, they rave about every lecture, they're constantly tagged in pictures of outings on social media and they find a part-time job as soon as the circumstances allow them to. They visit every nearby city in their new region, their Sunday nights go by as they (try to) study with their colleagues, sharing snacks and childhood stories as a bonding ritual. They miss B - they really do - but they truly believe that the self-reliant B is having a similar, maybe even better experience.

Whereas... the shyer, more timid B is quickly pulled back from their honeymoon phase into reality within as little as three months. Their new colleagues are nice and polite, though they don't feel themselves clicking with most of them; the lectures are fine but overwhelming, and getting shitfaced in a loud crowded club is deifnitely not as fun as they thought it would be. The one potential friend they made drops out before the end of the first semester, claiming that this education program was not what they expected. And really, B is FINE, the exams go FINE, the new environment is FINE, EVERYTHING IS FINE, B tells themselves one April morning as they contemplate staying in bed and skipping lectures for the fifth day in a row, fully in denial about their own depression.

So when A and B finally reunite after an year for the summer vacation, the bright-eyed, vivacious A has so much to tell that they don't know where to begin, seemingly reborn by their newfound independence and lifestyle, as if... happier. Without B.

A takes their dear B's silent discouragement as their usual timid reluctance, so they invite them to speak out first, curious to see what experiences the detail-oriented B has had, unaware of their inner turmoil. But really, having spent the last few months in a grey, desolate haze, alternating only between the echo of the lecture halls and the confined, narrow space of their own door room, what can B even say?

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babiepupp · 4 months

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Ehe.. wanted another reason to write about Romeo.. this time, his Timeskip self! I vastly prefer his Timeskip version to his academy version because of his shift in tone and personality, he becomes more tired, more angry, more ferocious- but under all that, he’s still a little one! And now, onto the imagine! 🎀🐇

Summary: After a battle goes haywire, emotions are running high, especially Romeo’s- losing his temper, he ends up with a rather upset little in his care.

Picrew: BIYAGI

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Who knew a battle could go from being so well organised to well.. absolute chaos! Weapons had gone missing, Wyverns and Pegasi had ended up spooked, people had ended up getting injured. And back at camp, the tension was palpable. Claude chuckled nervously, trying to keep the mood as light as possible. He turned to you, offering a bright smile.

“Well, why don’t you go tend to the Wyverns while the rest of us organise and clean weapons? The Wyverns absolutely adore you- oh, and if you need any assistance, ask Romeo.” He said, giving you a gentle push towards the stables, smiling.

As you made your way towards the stables, the tension only seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable, making you feel slightly.. nervous. As you walked towards the pink haired man, you noticed- that he was fuming.

He grumbled to himself, gently slipping the bridle and saddle off of his wyvern, Primrose. It took him a moment to notice you, folding his arms.

“We need to talk.” He said, his voice firm as he turned to face you, you couldn’t help but look down at your shoes, uh oh- this wouldn’t go well.

“What were you thinking? You almost got yourself killed! Goddess almighty..” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, letting out an exasperated grunt.

“If you want to be a fool, go right ahead. I’m not going to waste my time trying to save you everytime.” He snapped, his tone cold and harsh. He paused for a moment, huffing.. until.

He heard a sniffle. Oh no, no no no.. he wasn’t that great at comforting people. He sighed as he watched you bury your face in your hands. He sighed before he pulled you into a hesitant hug, awkwardly patting your back.

“I’m not cut out for this..” Romeo grumbled to himself, but he just held you close, rubbing his back. He didn’t particularly like comforting people, but I suppose he made an exception for you.

“Hey, hey- look at me.” Romeo started, gently tilting your chin upwards so you were face to face. He sighed deeply, frowning slightly. He wasn’t the nicest person, but he’d rather not feel guilty.

“I’m sorry. That was harsh of me.” He admitted hesitantly, goddess- if only Artemis was here.. this’d be over in a flash. He held onto you, lifting you up into his strong arms, he hadn’t cared for anyone in well.. just around five years, but he’d try his best to make an effort.

He racked his brains, frowning.. what was he meant to do with a crying baby? Being the youngest sibling and.. not having the best of childhoods- he wasn’t used to caring for other people, he was only used to fending for himself. It wasn’t like he had any toys on hand either, they were in the middle of a war after all.

He decided he’d get you something to snack on.. yeah, maybe that would help? He hoisted you onto his hip as he walked towards the dining quarters, shooting a chilling glare in the direction of anyone who stared. He took a moment to set you down on a nearby bench, removing his cloak and wrapping it around you. His expression of annoyance hadn’t changed since you had met him, but that was just how he was- he always looked grumpy. He kept a close eye on you as he walked over to a large table, stocked with various foods and supplies.

He decided on a selection of fruit, rations were scarce- but he thought you might want a little treat after he had upset you. He returned to you a few moments later holding out an offering of strawberries in his gloved palm, sitting down next to you. Strawberries had always been his personal favourite as a kid, so he thought you may like them as well.

“Remember, you can’t eat the green part, only the red part.” He reminded, his tone akin to a monotone older brother. He watched as you took them from him, quietly nibbling on them. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he took a break for a while.. he had been on his feet all day, after all.

He folded his arms as he leant back on the bench, blowing his pink fringe out of his face. He glanced over at you every so often, nodding his head in approval. He decided he’d keep an eye on you.

Maybe you were alright in his books.

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