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Arranged Marriage Prompts

Royalty AU - Promised at birth

Royalty AU - To end a war

Royalty AU - Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean

Mythology - Foretold by the gods

Mythology - The prophecy said, so Person A and Person B are here to get hitched!

Mythology - Hades and Persephone AU

Regency AU - Either Person A or Person B is in danger of being ruined socially

Regency AU - Person A inheriting Person B’s father’s estate and the only way to keep Person B’s family out of the poor house is for Person B to marry Person A.

Regency AU - One of them compromised the other

Old West AU - Mail Order Spouse(Person A) to keep Person B’s house bc Person B is a dirty single person and a mess alone

Old West AU - Person A needs money to pay off their debtors, Person B needs a spouse for decency’s sake. Also, there are horses.

Old West AU - Person A’s parents sent them out west to marry someone. That someone is Person B and Person B is also the only sheriff round these parts.

It’s the law (Marriage law with chosen partners)

Medieval AU - To unite Person A and Person B’s houses

Medieval AU - Person A’s father chose Person B, also it’s the law

Medieval AU - to End a feud

Viking AU - Person A is traded to the Vikings for safe passage and is subsequently married to the jarl’s oldest child, Person B. 

Pirate AU - Person A’s crew raided the village and their cut of the booty is a locked chest. With Person B inside. 

Fae AU - Person A’s hapless parents promised them to the Fae King (Person B)

Fae AU - The Fae King (Person A) tricks Person B into eating something in Faerie. 

“Don’t worry, I would never touch you.”

“We’re all the other has now, we’d do well to play nice”

“You don’t have to love me.”

“It’s just until we produce an heir…”

“I’m not expecting anything from you.”

Send me a ship and a number to my inbox

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This is an oc x canon safe zone.

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Killed? The other woman definitely just said killed, and Samira could feel Poppy’s energy spiking, her face growing warm as the monster threatened to burst free in an effort to defend the two of them. But Samira just focused on the intensity of the other woman’s gaze, poised and ready to dodge if she decided to swing.

Can I eat her?, came the internal question in Poppy’s indescribable tone, to which Samira responded with an instantaneous and vehement, “No!” Unfortunately, this came just after the question the other woman had posed, and Samira immediately raised her hands and shook her head. “Sorry, that wasn’t at you!”

More questions, and ones that felt far too specific for this woman to be normal. “Supernatural?” Samira laughed, forcing a casual tone. “Who’s supernatural? Your plants must love you a lot, huh?”

Don’t be an idiot, Poppy grumbled, forcing Samira to stop where she’d been trying to edge along the wall. She’s the only one here, just ask her about the aura in the house. She might know the source.

A very minor and very one sided struggle ended poorly for Samira a breath or two later as her mouth opened and Poppy spoke with her voice, an echo behind it pitching simultaneously higher and lower.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any experience fighting demons, would you?”

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Agatha rose a brow. “A heart attack?” She scoffed. “Please, don’t be dramatic. I will not apologize for startling you in my own house.” There was a venom in her voice, being purposefully on edge until she got a better grasp of who this woman was. She muttered to herself: “Imagine startling an intruder in my own home. The audacity of I.” She shook her head, clearly annoyed.

She shifted her weight onto her right hip as she squinted her eyes at the woman. Census? She pressed her lips tightly together. This woman was smart– and did her research, apparently, before she trespassed. Agatha crossed her arms. “I’ve worked very, very hard to not be found, and you seem to take it upon yourself to go against my wishes.” She huffed. “My lack of existence on the census is no concern of yours.”

It wasn’t her fault, afterall, that she was trapped in this god forsaken ghost town.

“A squatter?! How dare you!” Agatha’s eyes flickered with a meanness. The vines and roots throbbed against the walls in her anger. “Curiosity is what gets you killed.” Agatha warned. Still, she stayed rooted to her spot, not wanting to get any closer. The witch steepled her fingers and let out a deep breath. She really did need to work on her temper. Being trapped here had truly dwindled her patience for anything that could be seen as an inconvenience. 

“Pray tell–” Agatha swiped some of her dark hair out of her face. “What have you heard that made you so damned curious?”

She paused for a moment. Her house was never left unlocked– as a precaution. The witch had every protection spell known to man circulating throughout this place. The house must have willingly opened to this stranger. Meaning, she wasn’t just a human. Agatha sought information, so anything different from her would be granted limited entry. “I see. How… intriguing.” She hummed in thought. “They lay dormant while I’m away.” She explained about the roots. “But, they’re certainly perked up, so what’s so supernatural about you, dear?” She pried.

“What is it you’re after? Perhaps I can help.”

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as it should be

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I have an interesting relationship with food, but that's mostly because the abomination inside me really wants to eat until they're satisfied but my stomach is a lot smaller than theirs.

So imagine this thing trying to convince me that eating the entirety of a watermelon farm is a good idea and my poor human stomach is already aching at the thought.

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Anyone know how to get ink stains out of fabric?

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I may or may not be home to an eldritch creature who uses the portal in my eye socket to say hello on occasion when they're particularly energetic. But it's fine!

We're buddies. When they're not calling me an idiot.

Y'all have pupils?

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I mean, sometimes there might be tentacles. But only sometimes, no worries.

Y'all have pupils?

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I mean.. Usually? Sometimes it's just the one.

Y'all have pupils?

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&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angst  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died of left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

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Reblog if you rp nsfw.

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I basically just repeat the phrases “oh my god”, “holy shit”, and “hell yeah” and that’s the extent of my personality

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Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+

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Reblog this if you like seeing me on your dash

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powerful consequences prompts.

as requested by a lovely and angsty nonnie! these prompts involve a scenario in which one of the muses has lost control of their powers and another muse has been injured in the aftermath.

from the powerful:

" did... did i do this to you? "

" no... no, no! why did you follow me?! oh, god... just, just hold on, okay? hold on! "

" [NAME]?! "

" this is all my fault... "

" what have i done... "

" i did this... "

" no... no, no, no, no, no. no! "

" i told you! i told you to stay back! "

" no, no... please... i'm sorry! "

" i'm sorry... i'm so sorry... "

" i... i hurt you. "

" i can fix this! "

" i can't fix this... "

" no, no, stay with me, i'm... i'm gonna make this right! "

" i lost control... you... you tried to help me. that's why you were there. that's how you... how i hurt you. "

" i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, i just... needed to know if you were okay. "

" the doctors say you'll make a full recovery. i... i'm so sorry this happened. "

" i paid the hospital bills. it was the least i could do. "

" i... i got you some flowers. fake. i didn't know if you had allergies... "

from the injured:

" i don't blame you... not one bit. "

" i-it's okay... it's alright... shh... "

" look... look at me. look at me! it's not your fault... "

" h-huh... this was... well... you did warn me, right? "

" heh... don't say you told me so... "

" what did you do... "

" [NAME]... "

" get away... get AWAY from me! "

" h-help... help me... "

" don't touch me! "

" you... you freak... "

" w... what happened... "

" this is your fault! "

" didn't realize they let attempted murderers into the hospital... "

" don't apologize. it's not your fault. "

" save your breath. i want nothing from you. certainly not some half-assed apology. "

" don't worry. i didn't tell the cops anything. promise. "

" you here to finish the job? "

" morning... i'm surprised the nurses haven't scared you off yet. "

" nice flowers... are they for me? "

" are the flowers for me or is there some other victim in another ward? "

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Poppy had felt the presence in the air far before Samira, who was peering at a plant that she would have sworn was long dead just a few seconds earlier. The monster's warning came too little too late though, and Samira felt her heart leap up into her throat as a voice penetrated the Silence.

"Holy shit, you trying to give me a heart attack?" Samira whirled, a hand to her chest as her pulse rate nearly doubled. Huffing out a breath and dropping her hand again, she processed the stranger's words.

Her house? Poppy echoed inwardly. That doesn't bode well.

"Sorry", Samira continued, her eyes darting to the hall through which she'd entered the basement. Her only exit. Blocked. "Hang on, how is this your home? The census records didn't have anyone down as living in this town at all."

Something doesn't feel right about her, Poppy added defensively, and Samira could feel the monster bristling within, threatening to show itself at the first hint of danger. She clenched and unclenched her hands reflexively, warning Poppy not to do anything rash.

"Are you a squatter? Because I'm not here to steal anything, I swear, and I'm not trying to stay either." As she spoke, Samira took slow steps sideways, trying to move along the edge of the room, aiming for the door without letting the other woman out of her sight. "I just heard the rumours and got curious."

Not a whole lie, but enough of the truth to be believable. Lying was an art that Samira had had to hone quickly once it became clear that anyone learning the truth of what she had become would result in what she assumed would be a less than pleasant stay in some sort of government lab.

"Besides, I didn't break in. The door was unlocked and it looked like nobody had lived here for years." She glanced to the wall again, where the lush vines criss-crossed in a delicate pattern of obviously thriving life. "Though I could've sworn those were dead a second ago."

Frowning, Samira drew herself up, doing her damndest to project an air of confidence while restraining the monster in her head. 

“Anyways, I’m pretty sure what I was looking for isn’t here, so I’ll get out of your hair, yeah?” There was just...something about the other woman that Samira didn’t want to learn the truth of, she was sure. Something about the set of her jaw and the sharpness of her gaze put the younger woman on edge, and for once she was eager to back away from the percieved trouble ahead. 

She was on a deadline, after all.

Starter for @rulesxunbroken

30 days. One full moon cycle. Okay, yes, more accurately put, it would be 29.5 days, but Samira wasn’t about to split hairs about a measly 12 hours when her own soul hung in the balance.

Just a few years ago, she would have said that there was no such things as curses and demons and horrifying other realms where life wasn’t really life, it was just survival until death. But now? Now she was in possession of an Eldritch horror all her own, complete with tentacles and a host of strange side effects that came with living in symbiosis with said creature.

The demoness that had tricked her into this particular situation had come to Samira in her hour of need, when the girl was mere hours from the other side, offering her her life back if only Samira would fulfill a small favour. Thanks to the amount of medications pumping through her system, the hospital’s attempt to help ease the pain and pressure of her failing organs, she’d seen the frightening horned woman as nothing more than a near-death hallucination.

What harm could indulging a hallucination do? And hell, if she were real, then Samira would live to see 30, all for the low cost of giving what she assumed would be another demon a place to stay for a bit.

But we all know how deals with the devil tend to go, and so they went.

30 days.

For the first time since that fateful deal, Samira had found herself in the company of the demoness who’d tricked her into hosting the monster she’d come to call Poppy, and the woman almost wished she were still enjoying the calming effects of a truly ridiculous amount of morphine pumping through her veins, as it might have made the meeting slightly less terrifying.

It’s about time you fulfill your end of the deal, my little horror.

The monster in Samira’s head seemed to cringe. She couldn’t see it, but she felt it. But when she opened her mouth to try and ask just what was going on, it was Poppy that spoke through her.

Already? Poppy’s voice was Samira’s voice, accompanied by a lilt, high and low, like an echo. Samira prodded Poppy inwardly for answers but the monster paid her no mind.

You’ve had your time, now it’s my turn. You know what to do, and I expect you to do so, lest you find yourself in a far more unpleasant situation than the one in which I found you.

Poppy’s anxiety raised Samira’s heart rate, and yet the woman was still ignored. Poppy nodded with Samira’s head. And just like that, the demoness vanished.

30 days, Poppy told Samira afterwards. In 30 days they needed to be in a very specific place. Poppy wouldn’t say more, not until Samira threatened to heave herself under a bus.

Poppy needed to be somewhere far north by the end of the current moon cycle, and it was going to result in the death of their host. Terrified beyond reason, Samira panicked. But what could she really do? Poppy had agreed to complete a task that they wouldn’t explain in return for passage from the Lower Realms to the Middle Realms and the acquiring of a host so that they could survive.

From the visions that Poppy had shown Samira over the years, the woman couldn’t blame them for not wanting to return, much less get sent somewhere worse.

Searching for a way out, Samira was determined. There must be something. A new host? Doubtful. And Samira couldn’t stomach the idea of dooming someone else to her same fate just to save herself. Besides that, she’d formed a bond with her monster, despite the uncomfortable nature of their meeting.

But there was only 30 days, Poppy argued, and Samira shrugged it. A month wasn’t so bad. Surely they could find someone with the sort of power they needed in that time?

Samira liked to call herself an optimist, Poppy liked to call her naïve.

Either way, travel was necessary, though not cheap. The first part of their trip north (all the while searching for some sort of strange power that could possibly help the both of them) was taken by bus, all the way up the eastern coast from Florida on.

Upon reaching the border of New Jersey, they followed the strings of rumours that led them to a town rumoured to have been touched by an odd magic. Some said it was a demon, some said there was a portal to another world.

Samira and Poppy couldn’t confirm either, but as they traveled, there was a certain note of..something in the air. Static maybe. Or magic?

Don’t get your hopes up, Poppy commented in Samira’s mind as they entered the town that seemed to be at the center of it all. Doesn’t look like anyone has lived here for awhile.

Samira shrugged, walking steadily towards where the air felt thickest.

“It’s worth a shot”, she responded aloud. “Obviously something happened here.”

The houses were nice enough, and Samira could see this was probably once a fairly nice suburban neighborhood. Nothing look broken exactly, but there were some things that didn’t seem to belong. A brand new house with a car in front that looked new but from fifty years ago. A streetlight with an odd grayish hue. Just little things, but odd nonetheless.

There was an empty lot with just a few wooden planks and concrete blocks, like someone had given up on building a house an hour into the process. Beside it was the house that caught Samira and Poppy’s attention however, giving off an energy that seemed to swirl, and Poppy swore that it was gleaming, though Samira brushed it off as a trick of the light.

The front door wasn’t locked. Even if it had been, Samira had been participating in the borderline illegal activity of urban exploration long enough to know how to pick a basic lock.

Stepping into the home was like stepping into a museum. Everything was dark and dusty and felt stuck in time, but the energy moved almost like a breeze as she walked through the house, seeking the source of the unusual sensation.

Careful, Poppy warned as Samira approached what she assumed was a cellar door. This feels similar to her energy.

Samira suppressed a shudder and pushed the door open, throwing caution to the wind as was her habit.

Down into the darkness, she pulled the flashlight from the side pocket of her backpack, always in easy reach. The first section of the basement was normal, but as she kept going, following the string of energy she swore she was starting to become visible, the beginnings of greenery began to creep over the walls.

“This must stretch under more than a few houses”, Samira muttered as the size of the basement mystified her. The hallway stopped abruptly, expanding into a circular area with doors heading off in several directions.

I don’t like this, Poppy asserted. This doesn’t feel right. We should go.

Samira flashed an irritated expression to the room at large. “Well I don’t like the idea of not going for any chance I’ve got at surviving to see my next birthday.”

Poppy sulked in Samira’s mind, the miniature tentacle that resided in her mouth full time, Poppy’s connection to the physical world, lashing anxiously against the inside of her cheek.

Turning in place, each door got a good examination. They appeared rather average, as much as a door in the oddly large basement of a house in a damned ghost town could be anyway.

“This one has a weird light. Are you seeing this too?” Samira asked aloud, gesturing to a door that shone shades of red and purple at the edges, just enough that it was only noticeable if one were looking for it.

The monster remained silent, so Samira pressed on. Stepping towards the door, she reached out for the doorknob. It was warm in her palm, like somebody had just been holding onto it.

The moment she opened it, the world went silent. There hadn’t been any real noise a second ago, but still Samira somehow felt as if there was not just an absence of sound. There was Silence. On the other side of the door was what probably served as a storeroom of some sort, if all the crates stacked one atop the other were any indication.

“..okay?” Underwhelmed and vaguely disheartened, Samira sighed and closed the no-longer-shimmering door. But when she turned around, the entire presence of the area had changed. Walls and floors and doors were still all where they were meant to be, but there was new life in the air, and the greenery wasn’t limp, but lush and thriving and seemed almost like it was reaching out for her.

“What the hell?”