#🐇 — concept

[dear-mimii]

ambessa x queen!reader

pairing! ambessa x wife!reader

about! are you the only person in that council who takes politics seriously? the stress really got to you this time…

cw! just fluff😚

word count! 504

an! what pictures could possibly match ambessa😭 anyways, a little fluff with ambessa is what we all need in life, right?? anyways… im also looking for suggestions, so feel free to send in asks!🫶🏽🫶🏽 also do y’all want me to make a master list??

gods, you swear some of these people could be utterly insufferable. usually, you didn’t mind sitting in for ambessa during council meetings. but my gods, you felt like the only competent person in there. a collection of warlords from the south western region of Noxus were basically in a muscle measuring competition, where for at least the last 15 minutes, they were arguing about whose weapon was the coolest? you were holding your head by the temples, rubbing circles in a futile attempt to calm yourself and unclench your jaw. finally, you balled your hand into a fist, slamming it on the table to get everyone’s attention.

through a clenched jaw, you spoke, “i do apologize for the interruption, but perhaps we should get back to the topic at hand?” your voice was strained, rising slightly with every syllable.

two of the warlords looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, before bursting out in boisterous laughter.

awarlord covered in furs, Marek, looked over at you and said, “looks like the wife isn’t just a paperweight after all! we all deeply apologize, we’ll get right back on track, hah!”

you just hated the way they belittled you, acting as if you were just a stand in for ambessa instead of a woman who is actually involved in politics. after a bit more laughing and muttered comments, the warlords eventually focused back on the meeting, albeit begrudgingly. you definitely wouldn’t say it went without a hitch, but nobody could control those brutes 100%.

back at home, you stripped out of your clothes without a second thought and changed into your usual comfort staples: a burgundy silk robe, loose black wool pants, and nothing else. you couldn’t be bothered. in the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and immediately felt it—the tight pull of your hairstyle, like it had been clenched all day. you were already annoyed, already frustrated, and the tension headache it was giving you only made things worse. you didn’t even try to be gentle. you just started yanking out the rubber bands and hair ties, one by one, not caring if it hurt.

that’s when you caught ambessa’s gaze in the mirror. she had clearly just come home, still in her usual regal yet militaristic garb. ambessa stood in the mirror, watching your frenzied movements.

“…sweetheart.”

ambessa took a firm step, reaching for your hands and guiding them away from your hair. ambessa was never the best with expressing her love in words, but you never doubted her love and care for you. she took your hands in one of her own, rubbing over your knuckles with her calloused thumb.

“gods… what battlefield did you come from?” her eyes were wide with worry; not frenzied, but concerned.

ambessa brought one of your hands to her lips, letting it stay there for a long while before embracing you, gently pushing your chest against hers and stroking your hair.

“come now, you need relax for a bit.”

[milkybunnybow]

Jellyfish regression things pleaseee??

⋅˚₊‧ 𝓙𝓮𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓱 ଳ 𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓻 ‧₊˚ ⋅

soft like seafoam, floaty like bubbles, gentle like moonlight under water…

🫧 loves transparent or iridescent things (like glitter slime!)

🫧 often forgets how to speak, just makes tiny hums or bubbles

🫧 loves being rocked or gently swayed while cuddled

🫧 Very sensitive to loud sounds and bright lights

🫧 Loves calm music and bubble sounds

🫧 Obsessed with squishy toys and stress balls

🫧 Often feels like they drift away mentally and need grounding

🫧 Loves deep sea documentaries or jellyfish tanks to calm down

🫧 Constantly swaying or wiggling without realizing it

🫧 Bouncing in place when excited like a lil bobble :3

🫧 Taking long baths and pretending you're in the ocean

🫧 May feel unseen, but still beautiful, glowing in their own quiet way

soft n squishy… fragile but magical…🫧🌸

baby jellyfish regressors deserve the calmest waters 🪼💤

[littlebunnysboudoir]

ᥥ⑅ᥥ unhealthy relationship, unlimited flow / killing games, codependency implied, mention of killing

but imagine that you have a childhood sweetheart, and he is so beautiful that even flowers, even the sky, even the sea, even precious stones, even a fire — nothing can compare with him, and he looks as if he really smells of perfumes and mists, but at the same time he is beautiful not only as a woman, even if he is thin and flexible like bamboo, but as a man, wide and stable, and you constantly look at him 24/7, thinking about how much he is smart, ambitious, loving and caring, adoring you with all his soul and more, then looking around, afraid that someone will take him away, because years later you don't even care if he becomes ugly, but before your eyes he has gone from an incredibly beautiful boy to the same young man.

and everything is fine with you: he initiates a relationship, takes care of you all the years, continues to take care of you even when he makes you an offer at home in an intimate setting (respecting and fulfilling your desire if you suddenly want a public proposal, asking in advance), and you are already married, and he always takes care of you, builds with you plans for the future, your families communicate closely, he is always respectful, but not "too shy or timid"... Eeen if all these annoying perverts keep hitting on him, as if they don't notice the ring on his finger or your presence!...

... just so that one day you wake up in a world where you refuse to play some kind of horror game in real time, without being able to get out, saving your life, with the same incomprehensible "players", fearing for your life, knowing that your husband is waiting for you at home, probably anxious that you've been away for so long, and you're even ashamed that you haven't said goodbye to him in any way and can't contact him, but you're forced to stay here — and when you're almost desperate, you meet your husband!...

... but it's not your husband?

they look the same, the same mole, the same curve of the eyes, the same smell, the same breath, the same look — but it's not your husband. something's wrong- why doesn't your husband recognize you? and it's so annoying! why can they harass him, taken man, and seduce him like shameless rakes, but you, a legitimate spouse, can't do anything?! it's annoying! he's your husband! it's definitely him! how could it not be him?! it's one person! is this damn place playing with you?! you're trying to find out something, but it's useless! Is it really an NPC? but they are the same! How can this be a projection? even the most perfect projection can't be that good!

... when you manage to return home after completing your mission, you can't help but scare your husband with your agitated behavior, as if you're some kind of angry dog or spouse and he's an unfaithful husband, — even if he's trying to play along with you and trying to find out what's wrong, massaging your shoulders and asking you to tell him what not so much, looking into your eyes so... touchingly and promising to improve if you talk to him and spend more time with him... that your heart melts.

you're just... on your nerves. of course, you can't say anything, but you're still glad that he accepts you, even if he doesn't understand anything. he's so good! much better than everything that happened! no NPC can compare to him! he is so loyal, gentle and loving, as if he cannot live without you, as if you are the center of his universe, and looks at you with the eyes of a sad dog... that you don't find the strength to feel any dissatisfaction in the end.

... but when you are forced to return to the "game" again, there is an NPC who looks like him again. and again. and again. and again. and again, someone is trying to seduce and flirt with them! why is someone flirting and seducing your husband (even if it's a projection) in front of your eyes?! you can't stand it! It's your husband! yours! how dare they touch his waist, make greasy compliments despite his disgust, try to touch him, offer him privacy, make greasy, obscene phrases and jokes behind his back- if they could, they would have stripped him here already!

disgusting! beasts!

you can't be polite or kind enough! how can you just watch?! you're definitely going to get into a fight with someone! right here!

you're so shocked when it's this "likeness of your husband" who protects you by hitting you first, and takes care of your wounds, even if it's a zombie apocalypse — but you're still amazed that he didn't try to stop you as the instigator, and instead asks you to go with him. or when he gives you supplies. or when he's looking out for you. or when he takes care of you even in terrible conditions, promising you that he will definitely buy you new clothes and put you in order as soon as the world becomes "like before," and you try to smile, but everything inside you gets cold. why does he look so much like him, even if you know it's not him? why is he just- are you cheating on your husband with this likeness of a husband who is exactly his copy, not even a mirror image, who breathes the same way, looks the same, holds the same, walks the same, they are the same, you don't see a single difference, and you get scared.

this is the first time that you die in a mission on your own, because you cannot withstand this strange, uncomfortable, abnormal overload, even if your death still counts as success in the mission — but when you open your eyes, lying on the bed,

your husband looms over you,

looking almost... frightening. and scary. very.

“... my love, you were restless in your sleep. do you want to talk, or should I get some water? or both?”

both.

both, — and you're afraid of it.

[foursaints]

marauders fandom is so funny conceptually like. i’m so attached to barty crouch jr but specifically the version of him from my head and not anybody else’s. i can’t even be like “i want him so bad but that man is pixels” because he’s not even pixels at this point….. he is neurons. bro is a figment of my imagination

[xinyuehui]

JU JINGYI as CHANG'E

LAI MEIYUN as JADE RABBIT

for Bilibili Mid-Autumn Festival

[thelichmich]

She’s my little baby doll ૮꒰ྀི◜༝◝ ꒱ྀིა ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ I’m her Mrs. Rock and Roll.🚬ᠸᵕ ᵕ 𐅠 🖤 ⋆ ♱˙𓆩☠︎︎𓆪˙♱

[xxpurplebunxx]

Maybe I'll fuck you in a public bathroom

You struggle to keep quiet while my strap is balls deep in you, breeding you

Leaving the door unlocked so some unfortunate woman walks in on me railing you from behind

She stares in disgust yet she can't look away from your fucked out face as you drool and whine on my cock

Her cheeks are flushed red as I smirk at her and cum inside you again

I lift up your skirt to show her how good girls get treated, then I take you for ice cream

[dogcatgirlthing]

lesbianism with a breeding kink is tragic.. holding crystals in my hand and affirming “the strap can get me pregnant, the strap can get me pregnant”

[qprconcepts]

qpp who "ur so cute" x qpp who "ur cuter"

-🐇

<3

[tricoufamily]

a compilation

[dear-mimii]

cowboy!sevika x reader

pairing! cowboy!sevika x reader

about! sevika was a no nonsense, independent woman. until… that stubborn horse of hers just had to throw her off, leaving her with a bruised rib and dislocated shoulder. what ever shall she do…

cw! nothing serious; mentions of injury,

word count! 415

an! y’all can thank my allergies for this one, shit got so bad had to stay home !!

sevika was a “no games” type of gal, you could say. with her little farm and the small general store she ran in town, that was enough to keep her occupied. and the few times she found herself with a little free time, she spent it drinking down a beer on the porch or occasionally playing cards at the saloon.

but, because of that stubborn horse, Dust, there’d be a slight hitch in the routine - a hitch in the form of a bruised rib and a dislocated shoulder. because of course the damn horse just had to get spooked by a distant gunshot, and throw sevika off of his back. breathing in certain positions was painful, bending over was painful, lifting bags of grain was tough, hell even saddling up the horse came with its difficulties. obviously, sevika couldn’t live her day to day life like this.

that’s when - albeit begrudgingly - she realized it. she would have to get help. from a person. which to her, was like a last resort, the world was ending, apocalyptic scenario.

──── ୨୧ ────

walking into her general store in town, with a makeshift sling around her shoulder, she saw you behind the register. sevika had hired you about 3 months ago, to manage the store whenever she found herself too busy. she gave a customer a small nod as she walked in, doing a general check up with her eyes. walking over to the counter, sevika accidentally bumped against one of the shelves which caused her to wince internally from the pain suddenly shooting from her bruised rib. she cleared her throat to try and cover it up, leaning her (good) arm on the counter.

“listen… had a little fall off my horse. nothin’ serious, just—" she exhaled sharply, shifting her arm, "—bruised myself up some. shoulder’s out, ribs ain't feelin’ too great. damn it—look, i need a hand, alright? figured since you already work for me, i’d pay you extra to come by the ranch, handle a couple things i can’t. just ‘til i get back on my feet. that’s all.”

you felt… quite surprised, actually. sevika was a woman who looked like and acted like she never needs help, often offering to move stock around whenever you and her happened to be in the store at the same time.

you raised an eyebrow, holding back a smile, “well, that’s somethin’ i didn’t see comin’. uh... sure, why not? when you need me to come on down?”

[milkybunnybow]

Hello milky!! I was wonderin if u could do ghost regressor things? :) and uh I also wanna ask how do u make your text multicoloured nd ombre? Ur posts are always so pretty

Hope ur having a good day/night <3

hihi ghostie fren!! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა i'm super sorry this took me forever to get to!!

work has been makin me a very sleepy bunbun lately and burnin me out a ton...

૮ っ˔ ◟ ა but i pinky promise i never forgot about this!!

thank you lots for bein so patient with me. it really makes my heart do happy flutters when people like my lil regressor posts... ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )💗

when i first started makin these, it was cause i noticed not much agere stuffs for otherkins like me (I'm angelkin! ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა)~ so I'm really over the moon that others find comfort in them too!! ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა🌙✨

🌈 and!! to answer your question about the pretty rainbowy text heres a super easy tut i followed! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 ◯ 𝕽𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗 ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Soft little souls finding safety in the glow of the unseen. 🌙

𖦹 Drifting in and out of focus, like a lil sleepy cloud

𖦹 Only feeling comfy in soft, dim lighting

𖦹 Quiet babbling and whispering to yourself

𖦹 Feeling "see-through" when you're shy or overwhelmed

𖦹 Loving quiet lullabies or ambient sounds like rain

𖦹 Feeling invisible in a soft, cozy way

𖦹 Floating around in blankies like a little ghost sheet

𖦹 Tiny, whispery babbles like soft breezes

𖦹 Drifting off into naps without realizing it

𖦹 Playing peekaboo and hidey games

𖦹 Gentle "boo!"s to get attention

𖦹 Needing lots of reassurance they’re seen and loved

𖦹 Rocking back and forth to feel calm

𖦹 Needing extra gentle check-ins n’ reassurance

𖦹 Pretending to phase through walls during playtime

𖦹 Feeling safe when tucked into the spirit world (aka lots of blankies!!)

𖦹 Small whispers and sleepy mumbles instead of full words

𖦹 Lots of sleepy time, wanting to nap anywhere

𖦹 Loving soft glowy lights like nightlights and fairy lights 👻✨

Floaty hugs and ghostly snuggles to all the lil spirits… you’re never alone! 🐰💖

[cannibalbvnny]

Crazy unhinged little sister who gets jealous easily of other girls wanting her big brother. So she goes to find her brother in his room and crawls in his lap smiling. “Sorry big brother I have to cut you!!! so every girl in existence will stay away!” Craving her name into his wrist, and then carving his name into her wrist. Smearing the blood of each other’s wounds to show devotion. Then followed by licking it up and kissing him to feel better. Because he understands that this has to be done. “It’s okay sis I know you just love me enough to do this..” He’s such a sweet understanding big brother.

Edit: I’m a well adjusted person! 🎀🩷

[epickiya722]

I'm sorry, I just can't get that quote out my head. That "taking a breather, watching" caption for that art piece...

Like, just those simple little words come off so bone chilling to me.

Can I just ramble off here a bit?

Anyone who has followed me long enough may have picked up that I adore rabbits. They're just so cute and precious to me. And once or a couple of times I may have shown my interest in horror media or the adjacent.

When you put rabbits and horror together? I live for that!

I said it before that if I could put Miruko in another genre of media, I would put her in horror. And yes, she has to keep the rabbit theme because that is PEAK to me.

I saw that art and that's what I felt. That "rabbits in horror" concept.

I love that rabbits symbolize many of things in horror. Vulnerability, danger, rebirth, death, trickery. Whatever depending on the story.

Rabbits have this duality that just gives me shiver. They're cute, they look defenseless. Yet, when executed right, they can signal the danger or be the danger. Their presence in a scene makes for a great beat of an unsettling mood.

That Miruko art may just mean nothing. Hey, curtains may just be red here. (I'll say red because I can.) You can think that. Shoot, I just think it was something Horikoshi wanted to draw for fun.

But I'm making it out of something because why not?

It's that stare. It's the stare that gets me.

Her Quirk may be that of a prey animal, but Miruko let's it be known she can be that danger, that threat. That incoming doom for you.

Red is a color often used for warning, right? Alert, alert! Well, Miruko's eyes are that warning.

Just because she's taking that breather now, doesn't mean she doesn't have her eyes locked on you. She's watching you. Always is. Miruko doesn't need only her eyes to know where you are. She always has her ears listening for every footstep you take and for every noise you make. She can smell wherever you've been. And she's always watching you.

[littlebunnysboudoir]

ᥥ⑅ᥥ soulmate au, mention of death

soulmate au,

but instead of "soulmate" it says the name of the person who's going to kill you / you're going to die for, but that name can also mean the person who's going to spend the last seconds of your life with you. meeting them before death is avoidable, but death cannot be avoided.

imagine: it's the first time you meet a dirty teenager who killed his owner, who resembles a wild animal that needs to be cleaned up properly, like a small animal trapped in a trap — but this is the one whose name is on your arm, and you know for sure that it's him.

(bonus points: your name is written on his hand, but AVENTURINE doesn't know because you use a pseudonym instead of your real name.)

[thelichmich]