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I don't understand why there's barely anyone making cold readers, self-inserts, mcs, and y/ns.

Do you guys not understand the impact cold characters are to characters that are not just necessarily hot, but are happy, peppy, living, generous, light of the world, puppy dog energy. Like how out of all the people in the world we choose him because he managed to melt our cold hearts. And I dont mean this in a cringe way no. Please for fucks sake learn gradual inserts and give and take. Take the time to let it sit. Because the payoff for this when you wait is huge:

Small blurb:

She's cold but she always wakes up early to iron his suit

She's cold but she always has breakfast ready by the time he wakes up

She's cold but she always fixes his tie before he leaves for work

She's cold but she always spends the day collecting little trinkets that remind her of him

She's cold but she alwayd drops off his homemade lunch at the front desk before lunch

She's cold but she always waits on the couch for him to get home

She's cold but she's always already arranged the bath for him

She's cold but she let's him snuggle up to her as they both tuck themselves in for the night

She's cold but she loves him

She loves him but she's scared of ever being rejected

She's scared that she loves him but she has no idea that he loves her back just as much.

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Victoria: Yui.

Yui: Just a bit more....

Victoria: Yui.

Yui: I know, Im sorry, Im almost done, this is the last batch for Ayato I promise.

Victoria: Yui, you've been at this for hours, Ayato doesnt need this many takoyaki. Come walk with me outside, through the flower garden.

Yui: That sounds lovely Victoria but I just need to finish this one last batch. Look its almost ready for the oven.

Victoria: Yui, if you dont take a break I'll make you.

Yui: Yes Victoria, just one more seco-

*Lights cut out, they're left in complete darkness*

Yui: On the unlikely chance you-

Victoria: No. But it's a welcome suprise.

Yui: Right...

Victoria, already holding Yui gently by the wrist: So, shall we go?

Yui: But-

Victoria: You have night vision? No, right? Ayato will understand, if not, Reiji will make him.

Yui: Its scary how much you depend on Reiji for Discipline...

Victoria, leading Yui through the dark manor and out into the gardens.: Yui, that's the only thing we can depend on him for.

Reiji, watching from the shadows: ... Hmmph, I'll let it slide.

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Laito: Americans aren't half bad you know? They may be slow now but damn were they hot then.

Laito: Imagine a rag tag couple terrorising each town they come across and oh, oh no, my target was just a little too close to my gun, and now it's covered in blood! The man turns to his woman and goes “Prove you love me, get on your knees and lick my gun clean,”

Laito:Just thinking about it, gets me going~!

Victoria:

Victoria: Master, please. Let me out... *Babging and pushing on the bedroom door.*

Reiji, pissed off that he had to hear from one of the maids that his refugee was picking favorites(Laito of all people!): No, no, you said he was your favorite, you have to endure it until you **deep** clean **his** filthy room.

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Kanato, in one of his many fits of in describable rages: *angry high pitched voice thats scratching his vocal chords* I’m going to burn this place to the ground!

Victoria, zero hours of sleep, bandages undone for about 10 hours, holding a tray filled with unsatisfactory cookies: I’ll show you where my desk is. You can start there, better yet, just light me aflame right here, right now.

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To all my current followers

How open would you guys be to fantasy story about a dragon queen who holds up the realm using her magic and her adventures with her 7 species diverse husbands (like vampire, hypogriff, naga) and her harem that she needs due to the family curse of infertility with all the details I didn't put in this original proposal and semi good world building? Oh and also mild smut?

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@mooshieroom

I mean if you insist.

*fangirls*

My friend loves him :) Others: Shane / Sam / Harvey / Sebastian / Alex

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Leona Kingscholar Rambles

Okay can I just say, Leona Kingscholar is such a "spirit animal" material. Like he's so fucking relatable it's hilarious. Like if he was real and we bumped paths we would be besties.

But in some strange way. I feel like because of his history he'll ease into friendship alot and not really realize that him and his bestie are becoming... well crossing the border and limit to how "close" they can be to just being friends.

And it'll take him awhile(like maybe a life changing/damaging/endangering event or his bestie simply has a promiscing suitor), to figure it out. And when he figures it out I imagine he'd be in such dread over it because he loves her so much that he can't keep it down and hide it anymore but he doesn't want to scare her away because he wants something more than what they have now. He doesn't want to be abandoned again. :( poor baby.

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Thinking about your latest reverse harem visit.

The strong and darling soldier who made waves throughout the kingdom due to his wit and bravery in leading the defeat of a thousand enemy men against his humble hundred. The Great Garon from the lands of Zorn.

Thinking of his queen inviting him to the Palace to give him a token of appreciation.

Thinking of Garon and the Queen having tea and quickly evolving from pleasantries to deep and invested conversations stemming from their shared value for duty over pleasure or glory.

Thinking of one of the queen's attendants coming in and interrupting their chat to remind the queen to get ready for and arrange a harem visit to attempt to bypas the curse of her bloodline's infertility. She stands up and dusts herself off, and Garon stand up with her in hopes of seeing her off.

Thinking of Garon's strong, dark, and scarred chest slowly emerging from the sheets as he slowly sits up with a tired groan.

Thinking of a gentle brush against one of his scars that causes him into flinch and look towards the person currently sharing his bed.

Thinking about Garon seeing his queen with a large loving smile on her face as she props her head up with one arm, unknowingly showing of her soft and lightly purple breasts he grew familiar with the night before.

Thinking about Garon responding with a sleepy smile and leaning in for a kiss.

Thinking of Garon gently placing his hands around his Queen's face and his queen giving him a long lingering kiss.

Thinking of Garon and his queen pulling away softly and his queen gently stroking his hair as he stroked hers.

Thinking of Garon letting his queen guide his hand towards her cheek and letting it rest there.

Thinking of Garon looking deep into his queen's eyes and falling in love, and is planning on applying and joining her harem once he gets home.

(Based on an ai roleplay I had)

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It was a calm, quiet, and chilly night. Perfect for blood enchantments are rituals.

As Rosemary smooths out a line in the stone, using the blood she's collected last month to mark the runes.

Joanne, Rosemary believed her name was. Joanne the liar... She served her purpose though, so not completely despicable.

Rosemary hummed absent mindedly as she worked, her eyes half lidded and her mind deep in other thoughts.

Then she heard the faintest tumble of a rock. Her eyes grow wide as she searches her cavern for an intruder.

Soon enough a small salamander makes its way out of a rock and infront of Rosemary herself.

Rosemary blinks then chuckles, letting down a finger to give the salamander a front row seat.

She plops the salamander on her head and hurriedly finishes the runes.

She she recites her spell and the blood lifts into the air forming signs and symbols.

The salamander lets out a curious squeek and Rosemary smiles. Ah. Looks like she has an experiment partner. How fun!

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The symbolism of flowers

Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.

Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!

Amaryllis: Pride

Black-eyed Susan: Justice

Bluebell: Humility

Calla Lily: Beauty

Pink Camellia: Longing

Carnations: Female love

Yellow Carnation: Rejection

Clematis: Mental beauty

Columbine: Foolishness

Cyclamen: Resignation

Daffodil: Unrivalled love

Daisy: Innocence, loyalty

Forget-me-not: True love

Gardenia: Secret love

Geranium: Folly, stupidity

Gladiolus: Integrity, strength

Hibiscus: Delicate beauty

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love

Blue Hyacinth: Constancy

Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless

Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom

White Jasmine: Amiability

Lavender: Distrust

Lilac: Joy of youth

White Lily: Purity

Orange Lily: Hatred

Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride

Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility

Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth

Magnolia: Nobility

Marigold: Grief, jealousy

Morning Glory: Affection

Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest

Pansy: Thoughtfulness

Peony: Bashfulness, shame

Poppy: Consolation

Red Rose: Love

Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity

Snapdragon: Deception, grace

Sunflower: Adoration

Sweet Willian: Gallantry

Red Tulip: Passion

Violet: Watchfulness, modesty

Yarrow: Everlasting love

Zinnia: Absent, affection

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Laito:....

Victoria:....

*them sitting on the couch*

Laito: Ufu~

Victoria: No.

Laito:Oh come now, I've helped you get some blood, reapply your bandages and layed you down on the couch to get some rest. I even finished cleaning the rest of the dishes for you! Just give me a little kiss~

Victoria:Absolutely not.

Laito:C'monnnn not even for your favorite? I thought you liked me most. You still havent told me why though~

*Victoria rolls her eyes.*

Laito: Oh come on, how about you tell me why I'm you're favorite or you'll go to **bed** with me. Seems like an obvious choice. Unless you want to have me like that~

Victoria: Don't get cocky playboy. I would rather die than so much as consider anything intimate with you.

Victoria: That being said.... *sighs*

Victoria, sighs: You remind me of someone I was, AM very close with. 

Laito:Hmm?

Victoria: We got seperated. Yknow from the dimensional hopping? We never saw each other again after we were 15.

Laito:Since 15 000? My! And youre what? 18? oh 3,000 years ago... I wasnt even born then! ufufufu~!

Laito:But~ I'll take that as a compliment! As long as Reiji's pet likes me, I can do whatever I want~ *attempts to crawl closer to her*

Victoria, stands up abruptly: Thank you for your help. I shall be taking my leave now. *walks back to her assigned room*

Laito: hmm...*amused smile.*

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Why hello there weary travellers,

what an honor it is to have you stop by my humble island. My name is Rosemary, however you might have already heard.

Rumors are such fast things aren't they? Not that I mind ufufufufu.

Why not make your stay worth a while? Ask me something and let's talk, let's play, let's... *eyes glow green and hair glows red* make a deal.

*clears throat and returns to her normal voice* well then? What are you waiting for? You wouldn't keep a lady bored would you?

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"Rosemary"

Hidden among the scattered isles of Yailor, lies a princess of the night.

 A deafening silence rings through the isles, seemingly getting more deafening as you draw near. The once lively Yailor silent, almost as if it was never even there.

Tap, tap, tap. The princess walks out of her cave, a pleased smile on her lips, and her walking a steady pace.  Silently, she moved through the isle, step after step, confidently walking. As if the isle was a mere backyard to her. 

The passed many a tree and bush, and yet not one animal nor creature dared to make a sound. Not the snakes in their trees, or the bunnies in their burrows. Not even the cicadas who chirp at night. 

She walked with power, yet respect for her small neighbors. Her black leather boots, tap lightly against the stone path, her black top with beautiful frills at her front, placed so delicately on her skin that it seems any gust of wind could blow it all away. Only ever secured by her black, skin fit jeans, littered with gold accents that reflect the moonlight.

Her whole outfit was like a cloak to the night, almost making her disappear, almost.

Her hair was a reddish brown, catching the eye of any who crosses her path. And when illuminated under the moonlight, it was as if her hair glow red from the blood of her victims, warning anyone near.

She trudged on, her pale skin shining in the moonlight. Reaching her destination, she sits on a large boulder in the midst of a forest clearing. A sudden squeak alerted her attention.

And the injured sugar-glider was slumped against the rock, eyes pleading for her to help it. Her expression softens and her heart flutters at the innocent creature. Her mother would have loved him, her mother had always loved animals.

Her uncles had always said that she inherited her mother's heart. She was a carbon copy of her father sure, but, her heart, was uniquely her mother's. And they had all insisted that the heart was most important.

She smiled gently and leaned down to face the creature on it's level. Her gentle green eyes gazing upon it as it trembled in fear and pain. She placed a gentle finger on it's chest and it's injuries faded away. The creature stared at her and nuzzled it's face against her palm, flying away shortly after.

As the creature flew away, a new presence entered the area. The princess curiously glanced in it's direction, still unmoving from her boulder. Th presence soon spoke, a man, an old one. Exhausted, injured, and weary, the presence began to speak and ask for help. Mercy upon a curse inflicted.

Mercy? Perhaps…

Her heart was from her mother after all. 

The man stepped forward and entered the clearing. Now fully illuminated in the moonlight, now fully exposed to the princess.  She stepped closer to the man, accepting his plea, looming over him, teeth a blinding white in the moonlight. Her pupils narrowed and her teeth sharpened. The clearing grew dark and the animals started to flee. Her delicate green eyes, now glowing with danger. Replacing the light from the rapidly darkening moon. A wicked smile soon adorned her lips as she sealed another immortal contract.

"May your desire… be written.. in blood."

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Hey I'm Victoria

I'm vampire, but not from the Sakamaki's world though. I come from... somewhere else..

If you want, drop an ask or request. It'll help me pass time in this godforsaken place. Hope you all have or had a good day or whatever. Goodbye.

(Image and fandom not mine, credit to the original artists)

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"Refugee."

The head of the household called, not even sparing her a glance as his eyes were still trained on today's newspaper.

"Yes Reiji?"

She responded softly, obviously fatugied. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"That's sir Sakamaki to you."He hissed, quickly sighing after. Calmly returning to his newspaper.

"No matter, I have another task for you."He says, gently tapping the end of his paper on the table then neatly folding it and positioning it exactly, on the vorner of his coffee table.

"The demon's fair is happening tonight and due to some horrid and troublesome law my father had to pass, I have to dismiss our maids and butlers early."

He says rubbing his temples in clear annoyance.

"Luckily they don't get out until dinner is served this however, leaves the issue of clean up. After dinner I trust that you will have finished cleaning all the pots, pans, plates, and cutlery before bed."He states, taking a sip of his tea to better quell his annoyance at the situation. His eyes close and his nose takes in the smell of freshly brewed tea.

A calm takes over him before it was rudely interrupted by a mocking grumble."What was that? You seemed to have something to tell me as of this moment."

He says as his eyes shoot open, brows furrowed and hands interlocked with each other as he rested his head on them.

Perhaps to stop himself from slapping her for her insolence, a restraint he later found useless.

"My name is Victoria."

She said, anger seething out her teeth."

You seem to have forgotten that, and you may have also forgotten that not only have I cleaned the manor, top to bottom, I have also iron all of you and your brothers' clothes, all while I have yet to be given blood and was continually attacked with your rothers various advances. After all that you'd think a little rest is vhelmly under compensation!"

She screamed, Reiji took a deeep breath and stood from his chair. He slowly walked towards her. Standing a small distance away before taking a fist to the collar of her neck and a hand to her bandaged chest.

Victoria yelps in suprise and pain. Reiji grabs her by the chin and forces her to meet his gaze, his eyes glistening with red and anger.

"Perhaps **you** forget."He starts."You only reside here due to my mercy. Should I ever find any fault in your work I would have no qualms parting with a random vampire who suddenly appeared bleeding at the chest from another dimension."

He growls applying more pressure to her chest and causing her more and more pain. Her eyes filled with tears and her mouth filled with whimpers. Then he suddenly lets go. Causing her to fall harshly on yhe ground.

"Now, can I count on you to cleanup before dinner?"

He asks, fixing his cuffs and ridding his attire of any dust. Victoria stays on the ground groaning in pain. Her wound re-opened and the blood spilling all over ghe floor.

"Yes Sir Sakamaki."

She manages to whisper out, Reiji lets out a satisfied hum and turns to the door to leave.

"I shall be off to see that dinner preparations are in order. Who knows if one of those idiotic triplets got in and threatened the staff to change tonight's course."

He says stopping at the door.

"You shall recieve dinner, **after** you finish **all** your tasks for tonight."

And with that Reiji leaves the room with Victoria bleeding on the floor.

(Asks are now open for Victoria, either direct[talking to her] or indirect[asking for a scenario to be done] are now open. Once again no NSFW. Thank you and good night.)

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On Professor Sycamore

My VERY young sister finally discovered the beauty that is Pokemon XYZ and I have been rewatching it along with her.

And my gosh did I forget how much I LOVED Professor Sycamore. Like he's a smart professor doing (probably) ground breaking research, he's a romantic, but he'll put you first in the face of danger. Research vs you, he will choose you every single time. I love him so much. (S1 Ep10)

"Oh Mon Cher, there you are."

*Runs to you and takes you in his arms*

"Are you alright? Any bruises? None? That's good."

*You ask about his research*

"*sighs* Gone for now. However Ash and his friends set out to find that no good team rocket so hopefully they retrieve it."

*You apologize*

"No, no, Mon Cher! Don't apologise."

*Cups your cheeks in his hands.*

"I would rather have my research stolen a thousand times over, than have a single hair misplaced on your head."

*Gently kisses the top of your head.*

"You must be quite tired, let's head home."

*Gentle smile*

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**Vampire Lord Venti make me feel some kinda way >_<**

Venti gives a shaky sigh, a small smile flickering on his face as he bares his neck for his wife. Looking at her with needy and loving eyes, she gazes down on him and soon enough crawl down on the bed to meet his level.

She places her hands on his hips and slide them under what little clothes Venti had. Venti's breath hitches as his wife drags the tip of her nose on the exposed v of his shirt. With his wife's cold breath on his chest, the tip of her nose and her finger tips slide upwards. Her fingers slide onto his nipples, earning a shiver and a jolt from him. She shushes him gently before rubbing him slowly.

Venti's breath striggles to leave his throat, each second growing thicker and thicker, his eyes still trained on her, eager and loving.Her nose finally ends up at his neck, venti sighs in relief only to gasp in suprise as his wife gives a gentle kitten lick to the crook of his neck. Venti's widened eyes relax and his arms and legs wrap around her back, his fingertips gently gripping her blouse asking for more.

Venti feels his wife's liips smirk on his sensitive skin.A soft kiss causes venti to jolt, resulting in the rubbing of his nipples on her gently stationed hands. His wife chuckles and gives hina gentle shush, then giving long licks to his neck, causing him to jolt and treat his sesnistive buds even more. Venti now a bit more vocal, whimpers and whines as his wife preps him for the pleasure to come.

After a gentle couple hours his wife gives him on gentle kiss to the neck, then to his cheek.Her name slips out of his lips like the most delicate bottle of wine, then like the sweetest piece of candy. Her teeth pierced his neck, lips sucking and draining his delicious blood, his fingertips curled into fists as she grips her back spilling those pornographic moans she loved so dear.Her hands slide underneath his neck and head, supporting him as he buckles towards her touch.

A clicking sound draws his wife's lips away, he gets up after her, pulling at her arms like a desperate puppy, his beautiful blood dripping down his loose blouse. As his eyes clear from the blurr of affection, he notices a familar knight leaning against the doorframe with a smug smirk on his lips, his wife glares at the knight with familal familarity.

Venti sighs and gets up from bed, giving her a quick yet gentle kiss as a promise to return.Quickly getting dressed he follow the knight out to discuss whatever matter needs his attention now, looking back at the last second to see the immaculate image of his worn wife making herself comfortable for the night. Breath hitching, he shakes his head and leaves as she tucks herself in for another lonely night.