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62 &/or 71 for platonic stobin perhaps?
62: It's okay to cry & 71: You are the single best thing to happen to me.
Thank you very much for this, I love these prompts and got real carried away with this! I hope you enjoy!
If you had asked Robin Buckley to describe her relationship with Steve Harrington back in her freshman year, she'd laugh in your face.
Why on earth would King-Steve be caught talking to her, let alone do it enough to constitute a relationship?
He was a popular jock, and Robin was a freshie with a trumpet.
It wasn't how things worked.
Steve operated on the outside of her periphery. She had an awareness of him, his actions in the popular crowd. Like any minor celebrity, the gossip mill ran rampant with tales of King-Steve.
"Harrington scored the winning shot at last night's game! Not many Juniors get opportunities like that!"
"King-Steve told Tommy to leave Harvey alone cuz he's just a freshie, saved him from a swirlie -swear to God man".
“Yeah well, I heard he broke Byer’s camera the other day, so--”
"Have you seen his hair, ugh he's so dreamy!"
To which Robin thought, 'I've seen him leave half a bagel of crumbs all over his English notes, how dreamy can he be?'
And to top it all off, Tammy Thompson wouldn't stop staring at him, twirling her long blond hair around her pink varnished nails while reading sonnets from Romeo and Juliet loudly at her cafeteria table, trying valiantly to catch his eye --peak romance right there.
But Robin wasn't quite ready to think about how much she wished Tammy would bat those long lashes at her, nah, hating Steve Harrington was easier.
Besides, he had no idea she existed, right?
Robin grabs a can of Coke from the fridge, reaching into her pocket for change before joining her mother at the till.
The corner store was all the way out on Main Street, but still closer to home than Mevalds or the grocer on Parsons so Mrs Buckley had stopped for a few things on their way back from Robin's band practice.
She slides the change onto the counter and pops the tab before throwing a thumb over her shoulder, "I'll go wait by the car mum".
Mrs.Buckley nods distractedly, waving her hand with a smile and she hunts through her purse for her checkbook.
Robin makes her way down the aisle to the entrance, the little bell above the door jingles lightly. She steps over the threshold into cool November air and shrugs her jacket collar up against the chill.
She sighs as she looks back through the window, her mom seems to be taking her sweet time, chatting with the clerk now and going through her checkbook with a smile.
A muffled groan catches her attention from across the lot, she tilts her head towards the sound and startles when she spots Steve Harrington, the bane of her existence, leaning against a car with a can of soda pressed to his beaten bloody face.
He hasn't seen her, his eyes are trained at a point just ahead of him as he rolls the can over his split cheek.
What the hell?
Robin leans away, keeping herself behind her mom's station wagon and out of his sight line.
Who would have kicked the shit out of old King-Steve? And where were his two cronies Hagan and Perkins? She had so many questions and--
Steve sniffs once, pushing the heel of his free hand into his eye as he drops the hand holding the can.
Oh.
Robin suddenly feels as though she's intruding on something private. Watching this boy she's never talked to, who she saw last Monday walking with the rest of the basketball team into the cafeteria, Nancy Wheeler hanging off his arm with an affectionate roll of her eyes and the biggest grin plastered all over his dumb face.
But this Steve is hurt and alone and smaller than she's ever seen him before.
It's bizarre.
Suddenly he's moving, throwing the can to the gravel and stepping off the car before sliding his arm across his face in one motion, he clears his throat and throws open the driver's side door.
The engine of his beemer roars to life just as Robin's mother exits the store, she frowns as Steve peels out of the parking lot, brakes squealing.
"Honestly, why they give teenagers licenses, I'll never know," Mrs.Buckley mutters under her breath as she unlocks the car and hands Robin the paper bag, "do you know that boy?"
Robin watches as the tail lights of Steve's car disappear around the corner, the image of his hunched shoulders and black eye branded in her mind's eye.
Robin shrugs once as she opens the passenger door, "Not really".
***
It's not until two years later that Robin crosses paths with Steve again, slinging ice cream with the former King down at the new mall.
Her first job and it’s at some horrible sailor themed ice cream shop of all places and to top it all off, she’s stuck with Steve Harrington.
Sure, she'd seen him in passing at school, watching as he slowly fell away from the popular crowd. While it was somewhat satisfying to see Tammy pretend she had never really been interested in the former King of Hawkins High, she couldn't help but remember the way Steve looked that day, face bloody, holding a cold can of pop to the worst of the bruises.
Robin can't help but wonder just what had suddenly turned Harrington's life completely on its head that day. She'd heard it was Jonathan that had beaten him up, but given how weirdly close he, Nancy, and Steve got after that cold November day, she didn't really believe it.
Wasn't he rich too? He drove a BMW to work for chrissakes. So why was he here?
And then there’s the kids.
They follow him around like ducklings, begging for rides during his spare time and free samples of ice cream on the days he’s working.
It would be endearing with anyone else, but it’s Steve Harrington.
They've been working with one another for about two weeks before it happens again.
Robin idly sprays the glass display case with the spray bottle from the back. Whatever green liquid is in the unlabeled bottle smells absolutely foul but it's the only thing in the store powerful enough to get rid of all the finger and face prints on the glass from kids standing on their tiptoes to see the flavors.
They end up having to clean the customer side of the window far more often than their employee side and normally she and Steve will flip a coin for it.
Neither of them enjoy being out from behind the counter, the shorts and the socks are reason enough for this, but it also has the negative effect of piquing enough customer interest to interrupt their down time, like the movement and streak free glass shine draws their eyes.
But, nine times out of ten Steve would ‘lose’ and pick up the spray bottle without complaint.
Robin had started to wonder if he was doing it on purpose, but why the hell would Harrington do something like that?
She wrinkles her freckled nose and starts wiping the glass, clearing away the smudges and dirt before spraying again to get at the more stubborn fingerprints.
Steve is late today, which is weird.
Another surprise from Hawkins golden-boy, Robin would have expected Steve to waltz in twenty minutes late to every shift, with a scowl on his face and a refusal to pull his weight.
But it was the opposite.
Steve would get there early, he would review the cleaning list for the day, check the inventory to see what ice creams would need to be restocked and what the special was for the day.
The only thing Steve had ever asked her to do, was to write out the specials on the board.
When Robin had scoffed and asked why he couldn't do it himself, Steve had gotten very quiet, chewed his lip for a beat and said, "I don't want to mess it up, or have you have to redo it for me".
Steve shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets, "sometimes the letters are weird when I read and then it makes it harder to write them out”.
He sighs but it comes out more like a scoff, “there’s a reason I’m still here Buckley”.
Oh…so the golden boy of Hawkins High would not be leaving for college in the fall then.
He looked at her, his big eyes traced over her face as though he were looking for any hint of a laugh.
And what else could she do in the moment but pick up the dry erase marker and shoulder him out of the way of the board with a, ‘you owe me dingus’.
She turned her face away at the small smile Steve gave her, ignoring the twinge in her chest at his tiny confession.
God Dammit, he was not endearing, he wasn’t!
Robin balls up the rag she used to wipe down the glass and looks up to the wall clock on the far side of the food court.
It’s nearly eleven in the morning and Steve is still not here, she’s tempted to use the phone in the back to call his house when she remembers she has no clue what his phone number is or if it would even be listed.
She’s sure he’s scheduled with her today; it’s Tuesday, they always work Tuesdays together.
Robin looks around the food court, scoping out the entrances and nearby tables. There’s no sign of him, no obnoxious hair, no big goofy grin, or big hazel eyes to be found.
She huffs and makes her way to the back room, pushing the swing door open hard enough that it makes a satisfying bang against the wall.
She freezes at the sudden yelp from the back corner.
Steve whirls away from her, his face tipped into his open locker, his shoulders are a tense hunched line. It's a horribly familiar pose and once again Robin can’t help but feel like she’s witnessing something she shouldn’t.
“Steve?” she says softly, taking another step into the room, “whats--”
“I know I’m late,” he mumbles, the words are tight but there’s no waiver to them, “sorry”.
Robin wishes she were better at this sort of thing --her mom always seemed to know what to do and what to say when people were upset. That skill definitely skipped a generation in her case.
He turns to face her, slowly, one hand on his nose, the other holding his wrist against his chest.
There’s an ugly, rapidly purpling bruise running down his arm where it’s cradled. The shape is strange, almost as if someone had grabbed him - it runs around the entire circumference of his forearm and--
Oh.
Steve eyes her challengingly but there’s no real heat in it, his eyes slightly shiny in the awful humming fluorescent lights.
“Actually,” Robin swallows roughly after nearly a full minute, clearing her throat as she leans back on her heels, “Uh, Marcus said we only needed one person on today, it’s slow as shit so,” she shrugs and tilts her head to the employee entrance, “you could go home if you want”.
Steve stares at her, his eyes raking over her face the same way he did after the white board incident, before he sniffs once and shakes his head, muttering under his breath that he’d rather get hit by a bus and Robin stiffens at the implication.
“You’re a terrible liar Buckley,” he says eventually, closing his locker and running a slightly shaky hand through his hair before walking towards her and the storefront, “but thanks,” Steve says softly as he passes.
“Does that mean I can go home?” Robin calls after him, immediately wincing but pleased at the startled laugh she hears from the counter.
She follows him out front, slowly, suddenly feeling with absolute certainty that she really doesn’t know Steve Harrington at all.
***
Robin never thought she would be here.
Not once did she think she would have ever come out to someone while she was still in highschool, let alone the former King of Hawkins high who would in turn become her best friend, her platonic soul-mate if you would.
After the debacle that was their official last shift with Scoops Ahoy and the Russian Spy Alternate dimension bullshit where Steve risked his damn life to save her and the kids --who all knew about this monster filled Upside Down just by the by.
So many things suddenly made so much sense, Steve and his injuries over the years, his weird relationship with Nancy and Jonathan, even the sudden personality 180.
And through the truth serum, the torture, the fire, and running down another car driven by a maniac from California, Steve was there to hold her hand, and Robin is infinitely grateful for it.
They take a job together at Family Video, attached at the hip ever since the mall burned down in July; the video store is one of the few places still hiring that summer that pays a dollar above minimum wage.
It’s not exactly glamorous, it’s mostly restocking the shelves and rewinding tapes but it’s easy and the hours are good.
She and Steve are able to get their shifts together most of the time, they both know this is so Keith can avoid working with Steve directly -a bonus if there ever was one.
Things have been quiet ever since Billy’s death and the Mind Flayer’s obliteration from their world, but it’s been especially quiet since the Byer’s packed up and moved to California.
Most of that seems to be influenced by the cloud of sadness that has draped itself over the rest of the kids and Nancy -who has been coming by more and more lately, stopping in at Family Video and lingering in the evenings, chatting with Steve while Robin shelves the returns.
It wouldn’t even have made a blip on Robin’s radar if not for the way Steve would shut down for the rest of their close after Nancy left.
He refuses to speak more than one word answers, refuses to engage with Robin’s one sided bantering as she balances the till and shuts down the neon Open sign.
It’s nothing like after she saw the bruises at Scoops, nothing like the quiet acknowledgement that the Harrington house wasn’t all money and sunshine the way she thought it was.
And Robin doesn’t know what to do about it.
It’s been going on for weeks now, and she’ll be starting school again soon. She won't be able to take the same number of shifts as she could over the summer months, and Robin has no idea what will happen when she’s not there as a buffer anymore.
It’s the last week of August when she brings it up to him.
“Steve?” she says as she hands him another copy of The Terminator tape for him to rewind; it’s nearly nine at night and Nancy hasn’t been by at all today. Robin’s stomach has been in knots watching Steve watch the windows for her all night.
He tilts his head and quirks an eyebrow at her as Robin breathes in deeply through her nose, her heart suddenly in her throat.
“Just,” she bites her lip, “what is going on with you and Nancy?”
Oh, perfect, real subtle.
All at once Steve’s face shutters.
“No, come on, don’t do that,” Robin wheedles, stepping in front of him, “Steve, just talk to me--”
“There’s nothing to talk about, just drop it Robin,” he bites out as he steps around her to grab the returns cart and wheel it over to the New Release shelf.
“No, nope,” she huffs, walking quickly to the other side of the cart and grab the handles, “this is against all the laws of best-friendom”.
“That's not a word,” he mumbles tiredly, reaching up to pinch his nose and close his eyes.
Ah shit.
“Dingus, Steve,” Robin says softly as she lets go of the handles and steps closer into his space, “talk to me?”
Steve hesitates, seeming to chew the words or the inside of his cheek - she can’t quite tell at this point, before he blinks once, twice, his eyes rapidly becoming shinier by the second.
Oh double shit.
He shakes his head and turns away from her sharply and Robin doesn’t know what to do with her hands as Steve takes a deep wobbly breath.
“It’s okay you know,” she finds herself saying softly as she takes a step closer, “to cry?”
Steve barks out a wet laugh and shakes his head again, still not looking at her.
“I don’t know what to do, like literally,” Robin whispers in a panicked voice, “can I, I mean, do you want a hug?”
He nods but doesn’t move as Robin steps even closer to wrap her arms loosely around his waist, he’s stiff in her embrace but slowly begins to relax the longer they stand there - as though he’s not used to something like this.
“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I am here if you want to talk, or if you even just want to vent - man I want to vent,” Robin says, pulling back slightly to look Steve in the eyes, “don’t take this the wrong way, but what the hell is Nancy doing?”
Steve stills in her arms but she keeps going, “honestly, aren’t she and Jonathan still dating?”
“Like I get that he’s all the way in California but why is she coming in here, and don’t tell me it's about the movies --she never asks me to help find anything, just you, and half the time she doesn't even end up renting anything?”
Robin stops as Steve’s breath hitches once, “it's not fair to you,” she finishes lamely, her voice petering out as Steve nods and sighs, finally bringing his own arms around Robin’s shoulders to draw her closer and bury his face in her hair.
“Thank you,” he whispers in her ear as he squeezes her tight enough to leave her nearly breathless.
“You’re the only person I can actually talk to that won’t think less of me about, about everything,” he whispers into her hair, Robin’s hands twitch as she fists his work vest between her fingers.
“I think, you are the single best thing to have happened to me in the last like, two years Robs,” the words are constricted, as though he has to drag them out, “and…I need to tell you something”.
Robin nods as he pulls away this time to look at her, his red rimmed eyes trace over her face, just like they had at Scoops all those months ago.
“I,” he swallows and drops his gaze to the floor, “I don’t…feel that way about Nancy anymore,” Steve says quietly.
“But you seem so upset whenever she leaves, you were looking for her today?” Robin says, confusion painting her words.
Steve sighs and tips his head back this time, looking at the ceiling as though the answer is hidden among the ceiling tiles and water stains.
“It's complicated, I…” his mouth opens and closes for a beat, “I am sad for her that Jonathan is gone - he was a better fit for Nancy, way better than me,” he mutters and looks at Robin once more.
“And I know what she's doing, coming in here all the time, she’s lonely, but that's not why I’m upset Birdy”.
Robin frowns, “then what--”
“There’s this guy,” Steve blurts out, speaking over her in a rush.
Robin feels herself stop breathing, what?
His chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as he continues, “I-I’ve never told anyone this before”.
“Okay, okay,” Robin whispers, rubbing soothing circles into his back as he moves even closer and drops his head to her shoulder.
“I don’t know what to do,” he murmurs into her vest and hair, his breath warm and wet as his chest stutters and heaves.
“It’s okay,” she says again, repeating the words she’s told herself the last three years, “you’re okay”.
“Loving Nancy is easy, but I…” he sniffs and breathes out, Robin feels a gathering wetness on her shoulder but it only makes her hug him harder.
“But you don’t,” she says softly, finishing his sentence for him.
Steve nods and lets out another shaky breath, finally lifting his face from her shoulder.
He’s a mess, face red and blotchy, tear tracks and snot shine in the streetlights from outside the video store window. Steve’s eyes are red and puffy and his mouth has stretched into an uncharacteristic frown that makes Robin’s chest ache.
Now Robin’s mother may have been an expert on making people feel better no matter the occasion, but Robin was an expert on putting her foot in her mouth and making Steve laugh.
And the latter felt much more appropriate at this moment.
“I mean, you’ve come to the right person at any rate,” she says sagely, reaching up to wipe a loose tear from his nose, he snorts and bats her hand away.
“I’m serious, if anyone is an expert in gay pining, it’s me, I’ve seen it all, if you want pointers in watching from afar and daydreaming about your illegal wedding, I’m your lady”.
Steve laughs and steps back to wipe his face roughly with both hands, it does nothing to sooth the puffy skin beneath his eyes but at least the last trace of tears are gone.
“I’m also an expert,” she chews her lip for a moment, considering carefully how to put it into words, “on how all of this feels, and how new and scary it can be,” she says softly, “trust me, I’ve been there”.
Steve nods, his eyes shining all over again as he tugs Robin closer into another bone crushing hug.
Just in time for the bell above the door to chime.
Well shit.
They step away from one another, glad for the distance from the front door to the counter, knowing exactly how that might have looked to the average customer so late into the evening.
“Hey man,” Robin calls out as Steve turns away from the door to hide his face, “just letting you know we close in five so…”
The man nods, he looks familiar, Robin’s fairly certain she’s seen him at school but she can’t remember the name.
His wild curly hair and jean vest decked out in patches and pins scream, ‘Metal-Head’, as does the ever present cloud of tobacco and weed smell that follows him and around the shelves. He makes a beeline for the small horror section at the back and grabs a tape before making his way to the counter.
“No worries Buckley, knew exactly what I wanted, I won’t hold you and Harrington up --hey man,” he says brightly, two dimples bloom as he smiles in Steve's direction who flinches at being addressed.
Steve slowly turns and tries for a smile, “hey Eddie,” he mumbles.
Eddie’s smile drops as his eyes trace over Steve’s face, “woah, what happened sweet-uh,” he looks at Robin once before moving back to Steve, “dude, uh, sweet dude?”
Oh no fucking way.
Steve clears his throat, his cheeks slowly getting pinker the longer Eddie and Robin stare at him, “nothing, I promise, um are you still okay to take Dustin to Indy tomorrow to the hobby shop?”
Eddie nods and smiles, though there’s still a hint of worry in his eyes as he slides the tape over the counter, “wouldn’t miss it, gotta get that kid ready for Hellfire initiation after all,” he says with a wink.
“I figured if you didn’t have anything after we could watch this at mine,” Eddie continues nervously this time, gesturing to the tape Steve scans through.
For the third time since she’s known Steve, Robin feels as though she’s witnessing something she shouldn’t, only this time it doesn’t fill her with anxiety or uncertainty, and she’s never felt more invisible.
“I’d like that,” Steve says softly as Eddie beams at him, wrapping his knuckles against the counter as he hands Steve three one dollar bills.
“Sounds like a plan my liege,” Eddie hums as he bows with a flourish, coaxing a laugh out of Steve who is smiling like a loon beside Robin, “you bring the popcorn, I’ll take care of everything else,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks backwards towards the entrance before tipping an imaginary hat in farewell as he disappears out the door.
“That is not pining!” Robin shrieks as she whirls around on Steve the moment they see Eddie get into his van, “that was full blown flirting, how long has this been going on??”
“I’m sorry--”
“Nuh uh, you’ve been getting kissy with him, and you didn’t tell me? You got to have your first kiss before me??”
“We haven’t kissed Robin, christ we haven’t done anything--”
“Life is so fucking unfair, you had to be a ‘ladies’ and a ‘man’s’ man, huh?” She scoffs as she walks to the front of the store and switches off the sign and bolts the door for good measure.
Robin turns around only to find Steve staring at her, a nervous expression warps his normally handsome face.
Dammit.
She rolls her eyes and sighs, “I am still so proud of you for telling me, but you have to admit this is unjust,” she mutters in what she hopes is a reassuring voice.
“You think he likes me then?” Steve wonders aloud as he looks from Robin to the door that Eddie left through with a small smile.
Robin drops her face into her hands, this is the man she’s chosen for her platonic soul-mate?
“You are literally going on a date tomorrow,” she grumbles irritatedly, “I watched him ask you out, not even ten seconds ago Steve”.
The smile he sends her way is blinding, and once again Robin is reminded just how much she loves this doofus, how she never would have imagined herself here as a freshman with a trumpet.
“You are calling me after,” she demands as Steve pops the till to begin cashing out while Robin hops up to sit on the counter and fill out the paperwork, “if I can’t teach you about pining then you damn well owe me a class about dating”.
Steve laughs brightly as he lays down the bills and change, giving Robin a soft grin which she returns, finally feeling as though she knows Steve Harrington much better than most.
#platonic stobin#i went with one sided enemies to friends to platonic soulmates#steve harrington#stranger things#robin buckley#platonic soulmates#prompt list ask game#thank you very much for this one#as you can see I got very carried away#presteddie#eddie munson#afewproblems answers#afewproblems writes#implied child abuse#some angst for our boy#angst with a happy ending
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Spooky season prompt #16 for obikin 👀👻
Woo! This took me a while to complete but it turned long enough that is now both part of my bingo card and on Ao3!!
You can read it full here!
I'll use this space to tease by saying that I originally planned to have obikin exploring a Sith library but decided that it would clash with my Raised as Sith Anakin AU that has the sequel in progress so instead I went with this one and I like how it turned out!
Thank you for sending me this!
Spooky Season Fic Prompts
#asks#anakinsthot#Ask Game#Tomi's fics#Prompt list ask game#obikin#Obi-Wan Kenobi#Anakin Skywalker#Star Wars#The Clone Wars#SW#TCW#obikinbingo23#Star Wars AU
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Domestic Prompts
Send a character and a number for a ficlet!
"I love this." "What?" "Us."
"This house looks so different with you here."
"When was the last time we spent an entire day together, just the two of us?"
"The house doesn't matter, you are my home."
"I never want us to forget why we fell in love in the first place."
"What did I do to make you fall in love with me?"
"Happy anniversary!" "It's not-" "It's the one year anniversary of when we moved in together!"
"I made this for you."
"Did you ever think we'd make it this far?"
"What is this?" "A ten year plan!" "It's just pictures of us."
"Every morning I fall in love with you all over again."
"Ah, leftover takeout, the epitome of romance."
"Can we stay in bed for just a little bit longer?"
"Let's get dressed up for dinner tonight." "We just cooked-" "We don't have to go out!"
"I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night."
"The kid(s) are out..."
"We've been so busy lately, I feel like we haven't been home at all."
"Do you remember the first night we spent together in this house?"
"I feel so safe and warm in our cozy little nest."
"I want a kiss from my favorite person." "I don't think you can kiss yourself."
#vexic lives#ask game#writing prompt#writing prompts#prompts#dialogue prompt#prompt list#oc prompt#my ask games#romance prompts#domestic prompts#love prompts#fluff prompts
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Humiliation Prompts
These are all presented as sfw by default (but can be interpreted otherwise if that’s your preference)
Humiliate them by:
♠ Making them beg
♠ Forcing them to strip
♠ Spitting in their mouth
♠ Making them kneel
♠ Dressing them in a degrading outfit
♠ Mocking them for involuntary reactions
♠ Forcing them to lick something off the floor
♠ Hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch
♠ Keeping their hands bound to make basic tasks difficult or impossible. Bonus: punish them for failing or making a mess
♠ Feeding them spoiled or disgusting food
♠ Hosing them down with cold water
♠ Calling them a mocking nickname or title
♠ Forcing them to crawl on their hands and knees
♠ Leaving them with obvious, hard to hide scars
♠ Branding them as a sign of ownership
♠ Forcing them to divulge past traumas or secrets
♠ Altering or ruining a part of their appearance they take pride in
♠ Rendering them mute or forbidding them to speak
♠ Making them lick clean someone’s boots/shoes
♠ Assigning them menial labor/chores
♠ Showing them off as a trophy at a party. Bonus: the party is for their enemies OR former allies/coworkers
♠ Offering them up as the entertainment to party guests to do with as they please
♠ Making derogatory comments about them to others (with them in the room/in earshot) Bonus: force them to agree with these assessments
♠ Gifting them as a slave/servant to someone they formerly outranked
♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc)
♠ Grinding their face into the ground/mud/a mess they made. Bonus: With a foot on the back of their neck or side of their head
♠ Recording them being punished/tortured/etc. Bonus: send these to friends and family OR release them publicly online
♠ Fitting them with a collar
♠ Muzzling them
♠ Making them perform tricks or skills on command
#whump prompts#whump prompt list#humiliation prompt list#whump#writing prompts#prompt games#ask prompts#breadcrumbs#people seem to like my other prompt lists so here's another
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Ask for OTPs and Self Ships
copied from a now gone post and blog: original url https://glitter-and-gasoline-deactivate.tumblr.com/post/687208822931095552
TW: angst, suggestive content, etc.
Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?
What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?
Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)
Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?
Describe their cozy night in.
Who would beg the other not to leave? Who has to leave to protect the other?
Would they build a pillow fort together just because?
What happens if one of them gets sick?
What are their thoughts on having children?
Describe their first date.
Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?
Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?
Who’s the bigger tease?
How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?
Do they always say ‘i love you’ before leaving?
Can they stay up all night just talking?
Who’s more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately?
How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?
How do they feel about PDA?
Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.
Who would get into a fight to defend the other’s honor? Who tends to the other’s wounds?
What reminds each of their partner?
Who’s more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?
Who’s more likely to give the other a massage?
Do they have any hobbies they share?
What are their vices?
Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?
What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?
Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?
Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?
Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)
Who’s the better story teller?
Who’s the better cook?
Who’s more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?
Who’s more artistic?
Who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?
Which is more likely to swear?
Who is more sexually experimental? Who’s more vanilla?
Who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health? What would the other think?
Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?
Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?
What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)
Who would give their life for the other without a second thought?
Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?
Can they fall asleep without the other?
Would they get frisky at the movies by themselves?
Does either of them have a secret that could potentially ruin their relationship?
Who’s the better driver?
Does either of them have a hard time being away from the other?
who’s more likely to do something out of spite?
What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?
Describe their weekend getaway?
Would they ever go skinny dipping?
Who’s more likely to carry the other to bed?
Do they like watching clouds or star gazing?
What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?
Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart?
Who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?
Who tops? Who bottoms?
Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?
#otp#otp dynamics#otp ask game#otp asks#otp prompts#shipping dynamics#shipping prompt#self ship#shipping#shipping tropes#selfship#self ship community#self ship ask game#fictional other#f/o ask game#f/o prompts#prompt list#cw suggestive
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*(These aren't for me.) I was bored and made 1 of my own of these (:
(made specifically for all who reblog) >>>
OTP + CHARACTER ASK
Send a ship + a number and get an answer.
1. Who is the better cook?
2. Who gets up to cook at 2am?
3. Are they into PDA? Who initiates most?
4. Their favorite show to watch together?
5. Who is the cheesier one of the two?
6. Who is always, always running late?
7. Who's clumsier?
8. Who is a morning person? Who is a night owl?
9. Who travels lighter?
10. Who is always reminding the other not to forget important documents/general things before leaving out the door?
11. Who leaves notes in the other one's lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)
12. Who prefers calling to texting (& vice versa)? Bonus: Who is so bad at texting it made the other think they weren't interested when they first started hanging out? [This could be hypothetical as much as real].
13. Stay home/go-out? What are their date nights like?
14. Who falls asleep during a movie?
15. Who's the first to cry during movies that don't seem sad?
16. Who hogs the covers?
17. Who is more competitive?
18. What are they like when they're drunk? How do they act together? & when 1 is drunk, while the other one's sober?
19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)
20. Who randomly brings home a stray puppy/kitten to adopt?
21. Any routines one has that the other had to get used to (ex. morning, nighttime, sleeping habits)?
22. Love languages? How do they get around differences, if any?
23. Who initiates cuddling more?
24. Sleeping/cuddling positions? (Big spoon, little spoon, etc.)?
25. (a lil sappy, but..) What do they like about each other?
26. Who is prone to road rage?
27. Craziest place they had sex?
28. Who always steals the other's food? How does their partner react to it?
29. First date? (Give as much or little detail)
30. Pet names? Yes or no?
31. How do they spend their anniversary?
32. Who's so affectionate they can't stop touching the other?
33. What is their wedding day like?
34. How do they cheer the other one up during sad times?
35. What are their tastes in music?
36. Who is more protective?
37. Who wanted to see Oppenheimer; who Barbie? Did they switch opinions after?
38. If/when they have kids, what is their parenting style (or pets-who does what)?
39. Do they get along with the other's family? If not, how do they deal with the other's family?
40. Who is the skilled shopper for holidays? Who always waits 'til the last minute to get all of their gifts? (Which one gets stressed out easily)?
#2023 prompts#ship ask#ship ask game#otp#otp dynamics#otp prompts#otp asks#shipping dynamics#shipping#prompt list#character asks#character prompt#xmas prompts#christmas prompts#otp ask
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Questions about two of your original characters about their relationship. Should work for friends/lovers/coworkers/enemies/etc, maybe not so much for family, but you're welcome to try!
How did they meet?
How long have these two characters known each other?
What were their first impressions of each other? How does that compare to their impressions of each other now?
How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?
Do they get along? Why or why not?
Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?
How often do they see each other? Where do they usually meet?
How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?
What is one quality they have in common?
What is one major difference between them?
Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?
Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?
Do they have any disdain/contempt for each other? How do they show it?
Do they share the same goals in life?
Do they trust each other? Why or why not?
Is one of them keeping secrets from the other? Why? How would they react if the secret was revealed?
Are they keeping a secret together? How do they feel about that?
Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?
Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?
What is their best memory together?
What is their worst memory together?
When were they the most vulnerable with each other?
Do they have any mutual friends? Mutual enemies?
How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?
If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?
How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?
How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?
#oc ask game#oc ask prompts#oc questions#original character#ask list#made this for myself as a character building activity#sharing for reference but everyone is always welcome to ask about my ocs of course!!#was sick of all relationship ask lists being romance based lol
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Winter Greenery OC Questions.
A little list of OC questions based on the folklore of winter greenery in Northern Europe. This is not intended to be an exhaustive list of all symbolic meanings, but rather just a small selection for entertainment, rather than educational, purposes.
Fir: Endurance and Hope.
Is your OC generally optimistic about the future? Or do they tend to prepare for the worst, whilst hoping for the best? Or do they even take a generally pessimistic view of the way things will likely unfold?
Does your OC actively attempt to nurture or inspire hope in others – even when things look particularly dire? Or are they inclined to be more blunt with their assessment of a situation?
Would your OC ever fight for a lost cause on principle? Or would they give up – or even change allegiance – in order to ensure the best outcome for themselves?
What is an example of something (or someone) to which your OC has been stubbornly loyal, through thick and thin? Was it worth it in the end? Could it ever have been?
How many setbacks can (or will) your OC endure before they give up on a course of action? Or alternatively, how many times can they be let down or betrayed before they turn their back upon another person?
Holly: Protection and Luck.
Is your OC protective of those to whom they are close? Are they ever somewhat over-protective? Or do they prefer to let people suffer the consequences of their mistakes? Perhaps because they see this as a useful life lesson?
Does your OC carry a lucky charm of some sort? What makes them think it’s lucky? Or do they not believe in luck, yet find themselves unable to part with it all the same?
Has your OC ever taken on a burden or suffered harm to protect another from suffering its consequences? Did the person in question realise that they had done so? What was their motivation when doing this?
What does your OC believe to be the luckiest event in their life? Is this an accurate assessment? Or was there actually more than simply luck at play?
Does your OC believe that they were historically let down by those who should have protected them? If so then what has been the impact of this upon them? If not then have they always been kept safe by others? Has anyone ever sacrificed themselves to protect them?
Ivy: Fidelity and Loyalty.
Has your OC ever been unfaithful in a relationship? Could they ever be tempted by the physical charms of another? Or have they ever been surprised by how little they are tempted by others, at least once they embraced their current lover?
What inspires loyalty in your OC? Will they follow someone purely based upon duty or rank? Or are there certain qualities towards which they are drawn? Or perhaps there ways by which another person must prove themselves before earning their loyalty?
Has another person ever offered to leave their spouse or lover for your OC? What was it about them that this person found so hard to resist? How did they feel about it at the time?
Does your OC feel any abiding connection to their place of birth? Has this ever been challenged by conflicting loyalties? How are they viewed by those currently living in their society of origin?
Does your OC remain steadfastly loyal to those who have helped them on their journey? Or are they quick to dispense with those who are no longer of use to them?
Mistletoe: Peace and Friendship.
Who was your OC’s first friend? What drew them to each other? Were they expecting to get along? Or was it a surprise to them both?
Does your OC find it easy to make friends? What barriers are there to them doing so? Has this changed over time?
Do other people experience your OC as having a “peaceful” energy? Or are they inclined to restlessness - or even fractiousness? Do others find them relaxing company?
To what extent does your OC believe in the perfectibility of mankind? Do they believe that they are playing a part, no matter how small, in ushering in a new utopian age of co-operation and peace? Or do they consider that people are intrinsically flawed and that the best that can be hoped for is a series of trade-offs between conflicting values?
Who is your OCs most unlikely friend? What made their friendship so unexpected?
Pine: Healing and Longevity.
What is the worst physical injury or illness that your OC has ever suffered? How long did it take them to recover? Does it still have an impact upon them now?
What is the worst emotional or spiritual wound that your OC has ever suffered? What was the long-term impact of this experience? What helped them to move on from it (if they ever have)?
Does your OC make a good patient? Or are they resistant to being given medical treatment - or even agreeing to rest?
Does your OC expect to live a long and fruitful life? Or do they consider themselves to already be living on borrowed time?
Does your OC believe it is better to burn out than to fade away? Or do they perhaps pretend to believe this, when actually they would be quite happy to retire peacefully one day?
Birch: Rebirth and Regeneration.
Has your OC ever experienced something that changed them irrevocably? If so, then how do they view the person they were before?
Does your OC believe that sometimes a person needs to hit rock bottom before they can begin to rebuild their life? Has this ever been their personal experience? Or would they rather spare someone suffering, even if it meant they failed to learn from their mistakes over and over again?
Does your OC recover quickly from injuries? Or has it got harder for them to keep bouncing back as they’ve got older? If so, is this something they would ever admit?
Has your OC ever made a heroic or unexpected comeback from a dire situation? What helped them to do so?
Has your OC ever been part of a wider cultural or spiritual renaissance? Perhaps following the defeat of an occupying force? Or the rediscovery of long-lost wisdom? Or even a reinterpretation of existing traditions?
#oc meme#oc ask meme#oc ask game#oc ask list#ask game#winter greenery#ffxiv#ffxiv ask game#ffxiv oc#OC development#ask meme#ask prompt#oc prompt#ffxiv wol#ff14#final fantasy xiv#ff14 ffxiv#final fantasy 14#oc profile#oc project
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t.s Midnights ask game
1. Lavender Haze — Do you let other people's opinions of you influence you?
2. Maroon — Is there someone that holds the title of ›the one that got away‹ for you?
3. Anti-hero — What's an insecurity of yours that you have overcome?
4. Snow on the Beach — Are you crushing on anyone right now?
5. You're on your own kid — If you were given the chance to go back in time and change your past would you? Why or why not.
6. Midnight Rain — What dream are you chasing right now?
7. Question...? — Ask a question of your choice.
8. Vigilante Shit — Forgiveness or Revenge?
9. Bejeweled — Do you like being the center of attention?
10. Labyrinth — What's something that's been on your mind for a long time that you just don't seem to be able to escape?
11. Karma — Do you believe in Karma?
12. Sweet Nothing — What sweet nothings do you indulge in to enjoy yourself?
13. Mastermind – Do you have a story, memory, video etc. of yourself that you would show someone if you wanted to show them the real you?
14. The Great War — What's in your 'memory garden'?
15. Bigger than the whole Sky — Is there someone you've lost in one way or another that you keep imagining being with you at certain moments in your life?
16. Paris — When was the last time you played pretend?
17. High infidelity — Would you forgive someone's infidelity?
18. Glitch — What's your opinion on long-distance relationships?
19. Would've, Could've, Should've — Are you haunted by something?
20. Dear Reader — If your life was a book what would its title be?
#took me a bit to finish those but ive always wanted to make a ts ask game and here it is!!!#ask game#taylor swift asks#midnights ask game#taylor swift midnights#lyrics ask game#asks#ask list#ask prompt#swiftie asks#get to know me#ask me anything#ask me game#ts ask game
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Number 1 with Astarion please OH MY GOSH IT'S PERFECT
NO BUT FOR REAL. IT WAS MADE FOR HIM
"Friends?" Astarion asked, almost aghast at her words as he approached. "Oh no you don't."
Tav's heart thumped as she backed against the wall. The inn around them still buzzed with life as the others were still celebrating in the tavern below.
And Astarion? Astarion trapped her against the wall with more heat in his eyes than she'd seen since the night of the tiefling party. But this time? This time the mask was gone. There wasn't a game to play.
There was just them in her room.
"Friends," He whispered, leaning into her ear. "Don't know what you taste like."
Tav licked her lips nervously. "Astarion...I don't want to push you."
"Don't you get it, Darling," He almost snarled, smirking when he saw her shiver in response. "You're the only thing I've ever wanted. I need to fuck you until you can't think of anything but me."
He gripped her face gently. "But say the word and I'm gone," He assured her as his lips brushed against hers. "What do you say, my dear?" He smirked a little as he watched her eyes darken with need. "Nod."
It was like a little joke now, it seemed. Tav met his eyes as she nodded once before his lips were on hers.
#tavstarion#astarion x tav#ask me stuff#ask request#drabble#spicy dialogue prompt list#ask game#bg3 astarion#astarion smut#bg3 astarion smut#bg3 astarion spoilers
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Can I get a face sitting with Lucifer and female mc??
kink prompt ask game!
Lucifer says bon appetit 😋 🍽
CW: NSFW (minors DNI), AFAB reader, mentions of pussy and clit, language, a bit of overstimulation? (Luci can’t get enough 😳)
You believe Lucifer to be an organized person.
No matter the situation, he’s always been a neat , orderly conducted person. Well put together, in control of everything- nothing expected less from the Avatar of Pride.
So it always surprised you when you got to see his control unravel, and his true urges take over- but you couldn’t help but be a little…hesitant.
“Are you sure Luci?”
“Why would I not be?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow as he kneaded your hips, ruby colored nails lazily rubbing circles on your skin.
“I don’t know…I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“
“Darling, how would you be making me uncomfortable if I’m the one that requested this?” Lucifer then leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, eyes half lidded as he softly held your cheek. “Do you not want this?”
“I-I do.” You felt a bit of warmth spread throughout your body.
“Then relax my love, and let me take care of you.”
With that, Lucifer laid down below you, and slowly brought your form towards him. Your breath caught when you felt him kiss your slit, body jolting as he chuckled beneath you.
“Nngh- Luci- ah!” You moaned when you felt him lick your clit, soon giving it a suck before his tongue entered inside you, his arms tightening and pulling you in closer.
You covered your face with your arms, lips parted in a silent scream as Lucifer continued, the sounds of slurping filling the air. Your hips bucked against his tongue, crying out as it went even deeper inside- any restraint either of you had before was gone, his pace quickening as you felt yourself growing closer to the edge.
“F-fuck Lucifer! Don’t stop, don’t stop-“ you begged, toes curling and eyes crossed as you felt him give your clit another harsh suck that left you crying out. You couldn’t focus- had his tongue always been that long- and you practically squealed when he moaned, the sensation sending constant shivers of pleasure down your spine.
Lucifer didn’t let up, even encouraged to go faster as your whines grew louder, bouncing and riding his face as you finally felt the warmth boiling in your stomach spill over,
“I’m cumming!”
Your eyes rolled back as you became undone, body convulsing as you rode out your high, hips bucking involuntary against Lucifer’s face. You whimpered as he held you tight, drinking in your release and only letting go after he had his fill. Your thighs quivered in overstimulation, whining when he left a parting kiss on your slit.
You fell forward, panting and body twitching from the aftershocks, mind left reeling as Lucifer sat up and licked at his lips, smirking. “Mm, delicious.”
You were a bit embarrassed by his words, and you went to hide your face in the pillow- but he already stole it away before you got the chance, always the sadistic one. “There’s no need to hide- did you enjoy yourself?”
“Ye-yes, I did.”
“Good. I told you there was nothing to be concerned about.” His smile was genuine and his words were truthful, but there was something about it that still had you a bit on edge- like an underlying sense of…danger? Not life-threatening, but-
You gasped when you felt his fingers prod at your pussy once more, brushing your clit and chuckling at your reaction. His smile soon turned into a smirk, eyes growing darker, “Now then, let’s continue, yes?”
Judging by how strained his pants were, it seemed like he didn’t want to waste another moment.
“The night is far from over.”
#kink prompt list ask game 🔥#😈💜: obey me#obey me smut#obey me lucifer smut#lucifer smut#obey me lucifer x reader smut#obey me x reader smut#obey me x f!mc smut#obey me x female reader smut#obey me afab reader smut
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some smutty one-liners i've never put in anything that i would LOVE to see someone use:
"it's not right to want the things i want from you"
2) "would it be too crass to say i want you to come on my glasses?"
3) "but you're so pretty when you beg. why wouldn't i just keep going and going and... going?"
4) "i need a hero"
5) "let's play a game: don't get caught."
6) "oh, no no no. no matter how much you beg, you're still not ready - let's wait another night."
7) "you know i can't say no to you when you're like... oh, fuck. like this."
8) "first one to come loses."
9) "quit playing."
10) "do you trust me?" "if i didn't i wouldn't be here."
11) "did you think i was done? oh, no. this is about you, baby, and i can make you come again."
#smut prompt#smut prompts#please use!!#top/bottom dynamics#smut#writing#writing meme#prompt list#smut list#smut ask game#smutty prompts#mine
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Drawfee Quotes Prompt List
These quotes live rent free in my head. Send a number and a character for a ficlet!
This is a family show...for fuck's sake
If God's ever been mad at anything I've said, he hasn't done shit about it - so he either doesn't care or he's a coward
Mayonnaise is food lube
Are we human or are we Luigi?
It's not that I don't like it I just hate it
We have learned nothing and will continue to learn nothing
Hedgehog the animal or hedgehog the Sonic?
These are not Joanna's eggs and these are not Joanna's legs
If you are between the ages of 3 and 25, you are a toddler
I'm just viscerally afraid of any living organism who looks like a fucking Windows Media Player visualizer
"I wanna be a weird baby" "No..." "Wouldn't have to do shit" "N-okay, fair"
"Koochie-koo" doesn't pay the taxes!
They're in the same surrealist baby play group
If someone ruins my beverage experience that person is a criminal
"My brain went on a really quick tangent" "Yes" "Do we think-" "No"
You gotta really put your tits in that voice
I don't wanna bodyshame this alien but I...don't like looking at him
You get turned into dust because they suck all of the liquid out of your body...like a mermaid
And then Hot Joseph unloads his beautiful nectar into my mouth, and the rest of my day is so much better because of it!
I'm like the tortoise if the tortoise also lost the race
It's like they said in Star War The Last Jedi: the past fucking sucks, dude...ignore that shit and get a lightsaber
"Is he giving you a jizzle?" "Don't say that…" "Don't say jizzle" "Well that's like slang for a joint" "It's not, I promise you it's not"
It goes like this the fourth the fifth the yaoi hands his rock hard tits...
You make misses all of the misses you don't misses
Birds are infamously religious, because they fly close to the sun and that's where Jesus lives...in the sun
Dogs are kinda simps by nature
You could just strap a fish across your titties if you wanted
Do you think Adam from Bible was a horse??
Heavy are the chests that carry the tits
They're God's angels and also God's himbos
#vexic lives#drawfee#ask game#writing prompt#writing prompts#prompts#dialogue prompt#prompt list#angst#oc prompt#my ask games#drawfee quotes#julia lepetit#jacob andrews#karina farek#nathan yaffe
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prompt ask game — kidnapping
[tw kidnapping, needles, noncon drugging, betrayal, captivity, threat of murder, knives, guns, hidden in plain sight, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome]
25 scenarios and 25 dialogue prompts :)
scenarios
chloroformed rag to the face
attacked from behind
attacked by someone whumpee knew and trusted
attacked while fumbling with the keys to their front door
shoved into the back of a van
tranquilised via a little dart
drugged with a syringe to the neck
held at knifepoint
held at gunpoint
threatened into complying
knocked unconscious with bare hands
whumper was in the backseat of their car
whumpee has to pretend everything is okay and they're not currently being kidnapped
waking up in the trunk of a car
waking up in the backseat, tied up and possibly gagged
waking up in a dingy basement
sensory deprivation (noise cancelling earphones, blindfold, gag etc) so whumpee has no idea what's happening
held for ransom
held for information/interrogation
there are multiple whumpers making sure whumpee is not going anywhere
whumpee knows there must be people looking for them
whumpee knows nobody is looking
stockholm syndrome
lima syndrome
whumpee is told exactly how many days their captors are willing to keep them. the literal deadline is approaching
dialogue
"shh, not a sound."
"hush now– you don't want to get other people in trouble, do you?"
"relax, the drugs will kick in soon."
"so feisty... should i tighten the restraints even more?"
"i already know everything i need to know about you, whumpee. do i need to visit your dear friends/family first for you to come with me?"
"this can be very easy or very difficult for you. choose wisely."
"my contract says preferably alive. keep that in mind."
"stop squirming, unless you want me to hurt you more than i intended."
"you're outnumbered."
"get in the car."
"nobody has to get hurt if you comply."
"so... do you think caretaker will pay?"
"wakey wakey, time to talk."
"don't beat yourself up. i promise this would've happened no matter how cautious you tried to be."
"oh, don't be silly. nobody is coming to save you."
"the cops? honey, we have two officers on our team. the cops won't do shit."
"let go of me! let me go!"
"i don't have anything to tell you, you have the wrong person!"
"please, i won't tell anyone– i won't call the police–"
"is this– is this for ransom?"
"they'll be looking for me! you're fucking done for!"
"please, at least... loosen the restraints a little? it hurts so much."
"c-can i go home if they pay?"
"we don't have that kind of money! please, this is impossible!"
"what... what do you mean for fun?"
#whump#whump prompt#whump prompt list#whump scenario#kidnapping#needles#noncon drugging#betrayal#captivity#threat of murder#knives#guns#hidden in plain sight#intimate whumper#conditioned whumpee#stockholm syndrome#ask game
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i feel as though ✨and💖would be a fun challenge for you !!
sapphire reign-vatore in ✨ 50s afro-futurism + zoe patel in💖 barbie/ken coded
My God. you know i'm usually not the most confident at actually dressing my sims up but i really enjoyed putting these two together. zoe is so goddamn cute in her beret and SAPPHIRE LOOKS FUCKING AMAZING thats my girl
#um to be honest i misread the prompt as afrofuturism and only realised wheni'd already left game and went back to look at the actual list#but also ??? lmao im sticking to it but uh if i'm in the wrong lane entirely please tell me#i have another ask like this for diff characters but i must say sapphire fucks significantly harder#ask#reply#mmonetsims#TYSM FOR THE ASK KIE <33 it was a fun challenge i feel like my brains been whacked at#zoe patel#sapphire
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AU Alphabet
These are meant to be vague: Take them however you want to. With that being said, have fun!
A)
Apocalypse AU
Afterlife AU
Arranged Marriage AU
Angel AU
Actor AU
B)
Band AU
Boxer AU
Bounty Hunter AU
Bachelor/ette AU
Bookstore AU
C)
Coffee Shop AU
College AU
Cooking Contest AU
Coaches AU
Campground AU
D)
Do-Over (Second Chance) AU
Dance Company AU
Drivers (Racing or Rideshare) AU
Divers AU
Dragon Tamers AU
E)
Emergency Room AU
Empath AU
Entrepreneurs AU
Executioner(s) AU
F)
Fake Dating AU
Firefighter AU
Flower Shop AU
Face Blindness AU (the inability to recognize the other person’s face.)
Forced Partners/ In a group together AU
G)
Graveyard AU
Ghost AU
Gang AU
Gardeners AU
Group Therapy AU
H)
Holding Cell AU
High School AU
Harpy AU
Historical Fiction AU
Husky Race/Doglsed AU
I)
Ice Cream Shop AU
Ice Hockey AU
Interior Designer AU
Island (Survival) AU
Investigation AU
J)
Jeweler AU
Janitors AU
Jazz Club AU
(Court) Jester AU
K)
Kennel (Animal Shelter) AU
Knitting AU
Karate AU
Kayaking AU
Kingpin AU
L)
Lawyer AU
Lemonade Stand AU
Library AU
Lycanthropy AU
Lifeguard AU
M)
Musician AU
Medieval AU
Motocross AU
Makeup Artists AU
Mafia AU
N)
Navy AU
News Station AU
Nurses AU
Neverland AU
No (Insert Character) AU
O)
Online Friends AU
Orchard AU
Office AU
Ocean AU
Olympics AU
P)
Podcasters AU
Photographer AU
Psychic AU
Pirate AU
Pizza Place AU
Q)
Quilting AU
Queen (Royalty) AU
Quarry AU
R)
Reporter AU
Resurrections AU
Receptionist AU
Rodeo AU
Raceway (Horses or Cars) AU
S)
Soulmate AU
Skiing AU
Songwriter AU
Soldier AU
Stunt Performer AU
T)
Time Travel AU
Tennis AU
Tour Guide AU
Tattoo Shop AU
Talent Agency Au
U)
Undercover AU
Underworld AU
Umpire AU
Underwater AU
V)
Vampire AU
Veterinarian AU
Vlogging AU
Vineyard AU
Virtuoso AU
W)
Writer AU
Wedding Planner AU
Woodworker AU
Western AU
X) N/A
Y)
Youtube AU
Yacht Club AU
Z)
Zookeeper AU
Zodiac AU
Zombie AU
#au list#writing prompts#prompt list#au ask meme#ask game#ask meme#fic prompts#feel free to reblog this
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Omar C. (DM DOKURO)