#discord drabbles

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

Wei Wuxian leans his head against Lan Zhan's, closing his eyes in contentment. Lan Zhan is a heavy but comfortable weight, sitting slightly perpendicular in his lap so that no crushing is happening. The scent of sandalwood is the same as ever, filling Wei Wuxian's nose until he can smell nothing but his husband.

He remembers when they were younger. When Lan Zhan was, though perfect in every other way, still hesitant to "make" Wei Wuxian care for him the way he cared for Wei Wuxian. As if cuddling Lan Zhan has ever been, or will ever be, or could ever be in a hundred thousand years, a hardship.

There's a joke there that Wei Wuxian's not going to make, if only because they're not young anymore. And sitting in Lan Zhan's lap is their granddaughter, conked out after a long afternoon of having to deal with her baby brother crying his head off.

It's okay. He'll make the joke later, once the Jingshi is free of the rest of their family. For now, Wei Wuxian tightens his hold on his husband, rocking them side to side gently as Lan Zhan watches over their other grandchildren, playing by the lotus pond with their aunt and uncle. For now, he'll just exist in, and enjoy, this moment.

[irisinluv]

The first time your spouse ever saw you come home from work with tear tracks down your face was the last time you ever came home from work at all.

“Baby it was just a bad migraine. I can go back to work.”

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

You huff as you’re dragged back to bed for the billionth time.

“Come on, I’m gonna be late!”

“Can’t be late, you don’t work there anymore.”

You laugh as they bury their face in your neck, leaving slow open mouth kisses and you say, “that’s not how it works, I can’t just not show up ever again.”

“Sure you can, you sent an email yesterday saying you quit effective immediately.”

You pull back and stare at them, hard.

“I did WHAT?!”

Let’s just say you didn’t end up getting up and going to work that day. Or any day after. They’ve been wanting you to quit anyways, they can provide for you, and they don’t like sharing you with your coworkers. This just sped things up.

[sunnypopoki]

❝A LIAR’S OBSESSION❞

YANDERE DRABBLES #1 . . .

☆ ━━ [ yandere! husband x AFAB! reader ]

TW ; foul language, yandere content, sexual content and language, no pronouns used for the reader, stalking, obsession, toxic relationships, mental / emotional abuse, and more.

╳ This is not meant to be romanticized. If you or any of your loved ones portray behavior such as this, please consult into a professional. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned. ╳

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who hates to leave you alone. Each morning he clambers out of bed or has to go on long business trips, he grits his teeth and glides his fingers across your sleeping figure. Why did he have to leave? Couldn’t he just work from home?

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who never fails to make you breakfast before he has to leave for the day. Always homemade. Want pancakes? He’ll make them. Want eggs with toast and bacon? He’ll whip them up as fast as he can. He finds joy in acts of service—no matter what time of day or if he’s running late. Even if he’s behind the clock, he never leaves in the morning without making you breakfast.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who always sneaks a bite and hums around when he imagines you eating his food. Fuck. He really wanted to say.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who mutters profanity as he drives to work. If he crashed his car and was sent to the hospital, maybe he’d be able to spend more time with you. You could coddle him and he could usher you to kiss him better. His skin warmed at the thought. Oh, he’d do anything for some kisses.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who hates everyone but you. Forcing himself to work at his desk, snapping at anyone who came in looking for him. So what if he was their boss? He didn’t give a shit. They just needed to follow his orders and leave him the fuck alone.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who scares all his employees. They know he’s obsessed with you, which is why they won’t even mention your name at work. They don’t want to find their head cracked open because they accidentally said something too close, too inappropriate, and uncomfortable…

Because the last time your YANDERE! HUSBAND heard someone gossiping about his relationship at work, they wound up in the hospital with a head cracked open and significant head trauma. If they remembered he did it, they didn’t share. Because who would snitch in a situation like that? Not when they could still vividly remember his eyes; cold, dangerous, emerald green.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who constantly checks what you’re doing, where you’re at, what you’re up too. He doesn’t care if it’s stalking. He has to make sure you’re safe, that you haven’t just deserted him. It’s a good thing you usually always stay at home. Each time you have to go somewhere, he goes for a break (without telling anyone) just to take you there. A precious woman like yourself can’t go out alone, that’s dangerous.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who speeds back home with good control. Whizzing down the highway as rain splatters across the windshield, zipping in between cars, blasting soft music on the radio. He always drove with amazing ease. Obviously, he was used to speeding.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who barrels back inside and tackles you into a hug each time he’s done with work. Pulling you into him, inhaling your scent, feeling the warmth of your body pressed up against his own. A shudder goes down his spine every time. Being away from you for a minute physically hurts him.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who refuses to let you go. Because what happens if you let go and you never want to hold him again? He won’t allow something like that to happen.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who has big hands. Large, strong hands who could break your bones if he wanted too—but with you? He was gentle. He was soothing. He’d rather shoot himself in the head than hurt you… because what if you hated him? What if you tried to divorce him? He wouldn’t allow that. He refuses to let that happens

His arms tighten around you. His chest was tight. “Hm, can I kiss you?”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who melts when you look up at him and nod. He could gaze in your eyes and forever be lost

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who kisses you in every way he possibly can. It always starts off tender and slow (he won’t scare you away because then you won’t come back) before heating up, his large hands grabbing your waist and squeezing it, yanking you into him as he tilted his head further into you. Kissing with tongue, clashing teeth, and ragged breaths.

He can’t get enough. There’s nothing you could do that would give him enough. He gets dizzy off your overwhelming scent, losing breath as he kisses you more and more and more and more. Fuckkkk! He couldn’t get enough. He wanted more! His large hands roamed your back, his heart flipping when he heard you take a gasp for air each time he pulled away momentarily.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who feels sick to his stomach each time you pull away from his kisses and tell him that you want to do something else. Why? Why do you want to do something else? He wanted to do you. Flip you up on the kitchen counter, yank your dress up, and feast on the one thing he’s been dying to feast on since he started married you. To see you come undone by his fingers and tongue alone, the way your face scrunches up and your moans bounce off the walls. The sounds you’d make… oh, fuck. He wanted it so bad—

But he won’t. Because you don’t want that. And if he did do that, you’d never want to be with him again… and he has to keep you close. He needs too.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who doesn’t rush you when you tell him you don’t want to lose your virginity yet. He knows you’re scared of sex, it’s not because you hate him. He knows you’re insecure (why? He has no clue) so he knows you don’t want to expose yourself to him. At least not yet. He doesn’t rush you because the moment he does, you’ll hate him. He’d rather wait. Sex won’t be as enjoyable if you hate him.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who still touches you inappropriately afterwards. As you two go to watch a movie, he will kiss your neck and nip at your collarbone, relishing your movements each time you forget about the screen altogether. What? He’s not forcing you to have sex with him. He’s just giving you a taste of some foreplay! There’s nothing wrong with that.

“Hm, your neck is so pretty marked up like that…” he whispered. “Love your little gasps.”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who tries to see your face contort in pleasure each time he gets. Whether it be by an “accidental” grind or a purposeful touch between your legs. He always has to hide his frown when you eventually shove his hand away, making his jaw click to the side. You never notice. Why would you notice? He’s the “perfect” husband.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who still enjoys spending time with you even though he’s pent up. He loves cuddling into you, even if it’s not sexual, as the two of you watch a movie. He likes watching scary movies with you. The way you jump and grasp at his arm, the way you constantly close your eyes and look at him when you’re too scared to look at the TV.

Sometimes he has the urge to purposely scare you himself. What would you look like when you jumped, flinching away from him? What would you look like when you realized it was just him joking around? Would you melt into his arms, allow him to kiss your worries away, play with your hair?

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who gets jealous each time a hot actor comes on the screen. He glances at you throughout it, watching as you gnawed on your bottom lip, even though you told him that you, and he quotes, “don’t have any celebrity crushes.”

What a liar. As he watches you stare at the screen, green eyes darkening at the thought of you ogling some other man, he’s quick to distract you with needy kisses on the sensitive part of your neck. When your breathing hitches, he drags your head to the side to look at him. You know he’s jealous. He always looks scary when he’s jealous.

“Your husband is right here.”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who groans when it’s time to go to bed. Why couldn’t he stay up a little bit more so he could spend time with you? The sooner he goes to bed, the sooner he has to wake up and go to work again.

He could just lock you up. Being you to work with him. His employees wouldn’t say a thing, he’d make sure they didn’t say anything. He could just keep you by his side forever. Use you whenever he wanted. He was quick to push these dark thoughts away.

No, no. He had to make sure he didn’t push you away.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who clings to you when you try to get up. You have to pry him off just to get ready for bed. After another ten minutes, twenty minutes if he’s lucky, you can get up.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who jumps in the shower before going to bed. He had to be clean for you. He wanted you to like the smell of his freshly clean hair, the softness of his skin, the warm curves of his biceps and chest. He also had to be clean, just in case you miraculously changed your mind and said you wanted to have sex with him.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who always lets out his pent up stress in the shower. Chasing after his own release, biting his lip so you didn’t hear the grunts and whines falling from his lips, eyes rolling back. He was getting more and more impatient every day. Sure, he didn’t marry you for sex, and he’d live without it—but FUCK, he wanted to pound you into the sheets and breed you.

When would you allow him to do it? Even if you didn’t want kids, even if the idea of having a ton of mini yous around the house irked him, he wanted to see your face when he spilled inside you.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who purposely walks out of the shower with just a towel around his waist to see you get embarrassed. He liked the way you averted your eyes and smiled, biting your lip, too shy to watch him out some clothes on. Not that you did any of this. He has yet to even see you under your underwear—but that’s okay. He can manage and wait.

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND you climbs into bed and presses kisses to your temple. He pulls you close and wraps his arms around you.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you so much. I don’t want to live a life without you. I’d die without you.”

“I love you too.”

“You won’t ever leave me, right?”

You smiled. “Of course not.”

Your YANDERE! HUSBAND who grins at the response. Good. All those efforts to keep you away from other people, to make sure you didn’t have any other friends other than his company, was paying off. All the lying was working. You weren’t dumb by any means… he was just better. But that’s okay.

He wouldn’t allow you to leave even if you tried. He’d chain you up and keep you as his forever if you dared even suggest the thought of divorce or separation from him.

Because you’re his.

Only his.

This Drabble was based off one of my yandere books online! Please check out my YANDERE HUSBAND story called “Muzzle [yandere mafia husband x female! reader]” online.

You can find this on both QUOTEV and WATTPAD. If you like this story, please make sure to star, heart, or comment on the stories to show support! I also have a discord server if you’re interested…

Thank you so much for reading this Drabble! Make sure to heart and comment if you want to see more content like this.

[14dayswithyou]

The 14DWY brainrot is real... >_< were ypu planning on sharing koi ren's design here too or is it discord only for now? remember to drink lots n lots of water today 🐸☔️

i don't rmbr if i included this but can you share any koi crumbs too?

✦゜ANSWERED: aaaaa I'm 14 years late to this ask (/silly), but thank you for reminding me!! I'll add the new Mer Ren design to da queue >:3

I'll also put the Koi Ren (I'm rocking with this new name!!) crumbs under the cut!!

"Stop rocking the boat, Ren." Without sparing a glance in his direction, you continue to stare out into the vast, open lake. "You'll scare away all the fish."

Had you turned around, you would've seen the faux-deadpan look on his face as Ren takes in the irony of your words. As if to prove a point, he gently swishes his tail in the water, which causes small ripples to form and (eventually) disturb your bobber. "I don't think the boat is the problem here."

"Okay, how about this... One more fish, then we can go back." You finally look back at your scaley companion — who was still leaning against the edge of your tin boat with a lazy smile — and give him a resolute nod. "Promise."

"Sure," Ren casually reaches into the boat to pick and pluck at some of your live bait. "But you said that about the last three fish."

"This will be the last one. I swear."

"You... swear?" You try to ignore the way Ren swallows up one of your minnows as if you weren't using them for bait as he continues to speak, "Like... curse words? Humans sure are weird creatures."

As if realising his comment, Ren's ocean-blue eyes widen slightly and shift towards your form. "N-Not... Not you, though."

With a laugh, you playfully try to nudge him off of the boat. All it does is cause it to tip slightly, but Ren steadies it when you show signs of losing balance.

"Alright. One more fish, then?"

You nod and cast your attention back to your rod once more. You don't even notice the silence — nor Ren slipping away — until you suddenly feel a tug on your line and call out to your companion in excitement. "That was quick!"

Quickly reeling it in, you wonder what kind of fish you'd just caught — it's definitely stronger than you anticipated, given how the rod drastically bends and snaps at every movement from the fish. And just as you see the shadow from the murky depths get closer, the ripples get bigger and cause a stir underneath your tin boat. Standing up now, you try with all your might to reel it on board...

...Only for a mess of black hair to emerge from below and peer up at you with a smug look.

"Ren!"

"Looks like you got a big one."

"C'moooon." You practically whine, though you allow Ren to haul himself into your tiny boat and rest his head in your lap. You can still feel his body shake from underneath your touch, no doubt still laughing at his poor attempt at a joke. "This doesn't count."

A beat passes before your fishy companion responds. "...Hm? Fine then."

Another moment of silence follows before he slithers back into the water without another word. Half of you worries that you might've said something to offend him (there was still the tiniest hint of a language barrier between you two). Still, it ultimately leads to nothing as Ren soon emerges once more — only this time, he's hauling the biggest largemouth bass you'd ever seen into your boat.

"This good enough?" He looks at you with wide, blue eyes. "If not, I can probably find a sturgeon and—"

"It's bigger than my boat!"

"Is this what your kind calls... exaggeration? Because your boat is big enough even for me to—"

"—Arghh! It's getting water everywhere! Put it back!"

It was almost comical how Ren tossed the fish over his shoulder and back into the water without breaking eye contact with you.

Another wave of silence hits, yet neither of you seems to move or break the awkward staring contest you'd somehow started. It's then when you notice Ren's grin get bigger — most likely at your resignation and embarrassment — which causes you to fall back into your seat in defeat.

"Fine. Enough fishing for today. Let's head back." Busying yourself with the bucket of fish and tacklebox in front of you, you secure your gear and pack everything away. But it seems Ren had other plans, seeing as he took it upon himself to climb back into your boat and rest his arms on your legs. No longer able to move as freely, you have no choice but to indulge in his carefree whims.

"But you caught me. Aren't you going to bring me home too?"

"As much as I want to," Truly, you do. You've always wanted to show Ren the world outside of Lake Bluemoss. "There's no way I'm carrying you all the way down the mountain."

"You never know until you cry."

"Try." You correct him. "Until you try."

"Your kind sure are funny." Ren nuzzles himself closer. "Perhaps another time, then... Stay here tonight."

Your body pricks up at his words, and you spare a glance at the abandoned boathouse near the dock. Despite its rough and rugged exterior, you and Ren actually made it quite comfy. It had some of your old blankets and sheets thrown over one of the boats to make it comfortable to lounge in — alongside a giant empty tank that you and Ren filled with water for him to sit in as well. Despite the lack of human traction, the place still felt homey and well-loved.

"...I guess I could."

"Then what are we waiting shore?"

You had to roll your eyes at his attempt at a pun.

[drarrymyheart]

Discord Drabble challenge - Aug 2024

Prompt: Restart

Word count: 137

Potter,

This letter is to express gratitude on behalf of my mother and myself for your speech before the Wizengamot. Although egregiously sanctimonious,—

Potter,

You needn’t have — Why—

I NEVER WANTED YOUR HELP

Potter,

Was one life debt not enough to hold over my head?

I don’t deserve—

You continuously insert yourself into my life until I can think of nothing else. Dreams and waking hours consumed by your green eyes and disfigured face, your back pressed to my chest surrounded by heat and smoke, your arse—

Do all trainee Auror uniforms fit like that or is it just yours that is so tight it’s indecent?

Potter,

What happens now?

Potter,

I don’t think I’ve really hated you for years.

Potter,

Thank you.

-DLM

P.S. Mother has invited you for tea. Saturday 3pm. Don’t be late.

[cranberrymoons]

stay

prompt: "Don't go... please." (discord drabble) word count: 370 rated: m

you give me angsty dialogue prompts, i will make them fluff 😤 enjoy!

“Don’t go,” Eddie says, hand sliding over Steve’s hip. “Please?”

Steve feels his heart give a lazy thrum as he pauses on his way out of bed. He blinks. 

“You want me to stay?”

He’s not really a one night stand kind of guy for this exact reason. He always wants to linger, or for it to last, and then he ends up making himself sad when they finish what they came there to do and the other person starts giving him subtle cues to zip himself up and go home.

But Eddie had drawn him in when their eyes caught across the bar earlier, and Steve had thought – even if it does end up hurting in the end, it’s worth it for that smile. And he has a type, okay, that’s part of it, but there’s also this shine that seems to come off of Eddie that made him just – 

Eddie lets out a quiet laugh, turning his face to halfway hide it in the pillow. 

“You’re so far out of my league, I’m tempted to just tie you to the bed and never let you go.”

“I’m really not,” Steve says as he lets himself be drawn back into bed. Eddie eases him onto his back and slides over top of him, drawing his wrists over his head and bending to kiss a line down his neck. “I’m really not that great, just –”

“Just very hot,” Eddie says, rolling his hips. “And very sweet.” Steve gasps, feeling his cock twitch where it’s trapped between them. “And by some accident, very naked in my bed.” 

Steve tangles a hand in the hair at the back of Eddie’s head, pulling him back up into a kiss to drag teeth over his bottom lip and draw it into his mouth. Their tongues slide together and Steve feels his head start to spin, and he breaks away to take a shaky breath in. Eddie’s mouth moves to his jaw, biting a line back to his ear.

“Kind of want to keep it that way for a little longer,” he says in a low voice as he runs a hand down Steve’s side, shivery and light. “Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

[also on ao3]

[mosaickiwi]

14DWY As a Drama AU

Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)

Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.

Cast List

[REDACTED]

🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles. 

🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.

🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.

🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection. 

🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.

🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.

🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)

 Angel (you!)

💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.

💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.

💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.

💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3

Elanor

💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them. 

💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.

💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.

💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.

💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.

💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?

Conan

💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)

💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.

💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.

Kiara

💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big. 

💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.

💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.

the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist

Moth

💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.

💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.

Leon

💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.

💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.

💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.

Teo

💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.

💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.

💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.

Jae

💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.

💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.

💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.

Violet

💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.

💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.

Exposition

(silly on set shenanigans)

🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.

🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.

🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it. 

🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”

🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?

🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.

The Build Up

📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.

📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.

📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.

📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.

The Climax

🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype. 

🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles. 

🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple. 

🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.

🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.

The End, Roll Credits

choose your own ending

Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star

💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.

💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.

💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.

💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.

Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try

💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.

💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.

💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.

💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?

Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset

💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.

💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.

💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.

💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.

[geoxstxrs]

ninjago discord yeaterday :

@rainofthetwilight @cable-salamdr @dropletsofraine @malachiaszkisser

@garmaballs @jalluzas-ferney @nyaskitten

@buff-daddy-cole

[hantaslittlearsonist]

❤︎ 𝐹𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻 ❤︎ ꜰʟᴜꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ᴠɪᴏʟᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ This is puuure fluff <3 260 words You and Violet were walking through the maze of rooms in the Victoria and Albert museum, pointing out interesting works of art and fun ornaments every now and then. You were enjoying your time with your boyfriend but... You were getting a little bored of all the old stuff. With a small private smile, you decided to entertain yourself.

'Hey, Gregory.' You waited for his reaction, he had wandered off to stick his nose as close as the museum security would let him to a charcoal sketch. He turned, curious. 'Yeah?' 'I got a new perfume, did you notice?' A look of guilt washed liver his features, it almost made you regret your trick. Almost. 'Yeah come smell it, see if you like it.' He hurried over, his long coat swishing in his wake. You angled your face up, seemingly to give him space. Gregory leaned in, close, right where you wanted him, and inhaled. Before he had the time to even look confused because you were wearing your usual perfume, you enacted your trick: quickly, you dipped your head down and pressed a kiss to his forehead — well, partly to his hair, partly to his forehead. He reeled away, blushing so hard he almost blended in with the red of a depiction of The Great Fire Of London. 'What? Why? Huh?' He stuttered as you laughed, trying to stay quiet to still be respectful of the museum space. 'You're so red sweetheart!' You wheezed, wrapping an arm around him for a half-hug. 'Cause you keep teasing me!' He wailed.

@velleitxs, @violetscharcoal, @ellebasy-sabrinaa

[dottie-wan-kenobi]

It had been so long since Qingheng-jun had last seen his younger son that, upon meeting him again, he was filled with an unfortunate thought: he couldn’t recognize Wangji as anything more than an unknown Lan disciple.

Well. Perhaps that was not true. Wangji looked like Xichen, and Qingheng-jun had had to interact with his heir in more recent times. But if not for those moments, he would not be able to recognize either.

This did not particularly bother him. He knew his lot in life, the consequences of what he and Xiuqin had done. His sons were strangers to him; this was simply a fact.

However, though he didn’t know them, he had believed he understood his brother and the way the boys would be raised. From what he remembered of Wangji, the only behavior issue he ever had was refusing to sleep in his own bed at night without Xichen there to lull him to rest.

(Distantly, Qingheng-jun recalled that Qiren had told him of other broken rules after that incident, things that Qiren had deemed important enough to inform him of. The details were hazy now.)

Beheading sect heirs—beheading anyone, really—was not something he had believed Wangji capable of. His sons were well-behaved and had never had an emergency bad enough to warrant Qingheng-jun’s attention since the moment they were born.

As such, when a disciple disrupted his seclusion claiming that Qiren needed to see him urgently, Qingheng-jun had said no. When it was explained to him it was an issue with one of his sons, he’d attempted to dismiss the boy. Finally, when Xichen ran up—and yes, he had run, wearing robes flecked in blood, fear and confusion in his eyes—Qingheng-jun had agreed to come.

Now he understood. And looking at Wangji, kneeling nonchalantly while elders and disciples ran about in a panic, no remorse in his eyes, his clothing and skin still bloody from beheading Wen Chao in a room full of guest disciples—Qingheng-jun sighed.

He supposed they should have expected this. Wangji had always been Xiuqin’s boy, after all.

Wangji turned his cold gaze onto Qingheng-jun then.

Yes, Qingheng-jun thought, well familiar with the hatred he saw there. Just like her.

[anomalyaly]

Not in Time

Submitted for a prompt on Discord. The theme was "The Dread."

TW: Violence, Major Character Death

AO3/Wattpad

No no no.

She stumbled through the dirt and snow, willing her feet to move faster. How stupid of her that she should forget her broom, and apparating was out of the question. The nausea was already pooling deep in her gut at the possibilities of what could happen if she didn’t get there quickly enough - she didn’t need to add magically bending her body in space and time to that list.

The catacomb outside of Feldcroft awaited. Sebastian had already gone on without her, insisting that he had figured out a way to cure Anne once and for all. The obsession had practically overcome him in recent days, but she had hoped, in vain, it wouldn’t lead him to do something this foolish.

Stupid, careless Sebastian!

The unwelcome sight of the Inferi that emerged from inside the catacomb sent a fresh wave of horror through her. Dark Magic, Ominis had said, and she hadn’t understood the true repercussions of it until she bore witness to it before her very eyes. Was this Sebastian’s doing, or were the Inferi attacking him as a result of his impulsive decisions?

If the latter was true, she would have to work quickly and get to him before anything happened.

She shuddered at the thought of the unsightly, undead creatures tearing the bright, carefree smile off of his freckled face. Her sun. He had become the light in her life since her arrival at Hogwarts until she watched that shining beacon dim day by day as the pressures of saving his twin and his trysts with Dark Magic slowly began to eat away at his lifeforce.

Faster, she battled her way through the catacomb, casting an array of fiery spells in every direction. Anywhere she turned, Inferi seemed to creep up on her from every crevice of the tomb. She didn’t care for spiders, but she would have practically begged for them if only to be saved by the zombified remains that tugged at her ankles anytime she took a step forward.

Finally, she arrived at an opening and looked on with horror as Sebastian was already engaged in a tragic duel. The Inferi had already taken over half of Feldcroft, which unfortunately attracted the attention of none other than former Auror Solomon Sallow.

“That relic was going to save Anne!” Sebastian cried as he hurled a barrage of spells towards his uncle.

“I had to destroy the relic!” Solomon was distressed - clearly his nephew had put up a good fight, being the talented duelist that he was, to wear down someone who’s former job was to literally duel. 

She had to step in and do something before someone got hurt, before it was too late, before either Sallow made a rash and impulsive decision as they so often seemed to do. 

“Sebastian, Solomon, stop!” She pleaded, helpless to do anything against them as the hordes of Inferi continued to overpower her. The spells she had casted were no longer keeping them at bay, the loss of the relic causing them to be unrelenting in their bloodthirsty behavior.

Solomon and Sebastian continued to engage in a lively duel that was quickly taking a turn for the worse.

“She cannot be healed, Sebastian! You must stop!”

Sebastian raised his wand, determined, cold. No trace of the boy she had met earlier that year could be seen, too immersed in his cause to understand any sense of reason around him. She couldn’t get to him quickly enough, pinned down by the growing number of Inferi that tore and scratched at her limbs.

“I won’t stop! I won’t let her suffer! Av-”

“Avada Kedavra!”

A piercing scream echoed in the catacomb that she came to realize was her own as the curse erupted from Solomon’s wand. 

She never thought she would live long enough to watch the light go out from Sebastian’s eyes - she supposed she had conjured up a reality where a boy that bright and full of energy could never die. Yet, she lay, covered by Inferi, her own body bruised and torn, as the Slytherin she had come to love crumpled to the ground in front of her, his eyes empty and lifeless.

Dead.

Unbridled rage coursed through her as Solomon slowly turned to her and offered a nonchalant shrug at the sight of his dead nephew. Aurors piled through the entrance of the catacomb, coming for her.

“Sorry.” The former Auror’s apology was disingenuous at best. “It had to be done.”

The Ministry Aurors cleared the Inferi off of her with ease, and she felt her body tense up as one of them cast an incarcerous charm on her.

She tried to scream, tried to tell them there had been a misunderstanding. They couldn’t take her to Azkaban, not when all she had wanted to do was help the boy who lay dead before her - her best friend or maybe more, she would never know.

Her deafening cries were cut off by a silencio charm as two of the Aurors who stood before Solomon regarded her coldly. The silent tears continued to roll down her face, blurring her vision and blinding her to the destruction of the catacomb around her.

“You made your choice,” Solomon said. “Now you’ll pay for your crimes.”

She let out another silent scream as she was hauled away by the Ministry Aurors, the memory of Sebastian’s still form the last thing she saw before she was given the Kiss of Death in Azkaban.

[you-call-it-obsession]

It would be so much easier, he knows that. It's so much effort to resist, to play nice. To starve, to feel himself wither away, day by day. People pass him on the street, and he knows they have statements. Just one of them could keep him satisfied for a week, two even, if he stretched it. But instead he has to survive off reading old statements; they taste stagnant and stale, leaving a dusty taste in his mouth. They don't nourish him. He can feel himself wasting away, under the foul gaze of the people he used to call friends.

So who can blame him, really, when Elias welcomes him with open arms. When Elias invites him into his office and there is someone else there, a Statement on their lips. When Elias holds him close as he drinks in their fear, feeling more and more human with every passing second. Jon will not leave when the Statement Giver has finished, when they stare at him in absolute terror. Elias will turn him, still keeping him warm and close and safe, as the Giver screams. Their cries will echo in his head, pleasantly muffled and vaguely sleepy. He still won’t like Elias – or rather, not like how he feels around him – but it will be so much easier. He will be content. No-one will be hurt, really. It will be alright, Elias will whisper in his ear like a prayer. He will finally give in. It will be alright.

[moraxsthrone]

ever since kaeya's new skin got leaked i haven't been able to stop thinking about getting drunk w him while braiding each other's hair and painting each other's nails. don't tell me kaeya doesn't have a hair pulling kink bc if you pull on that braid while he's slamming into you, he has to bite your shoulder to keep from nutting, making you whine in pain as that breathy moan of his heats up your skin that's now wet with his drool.

[wynnyfryd]

“Gonna call you a cicada when I make you scream all night,” Eddie murmurs against Steve’s jaw.

Steve pulls back, a judgy little look on his judgy little face. “That was a lot more smooth in your head, wasn’t it?”

“…Yes, it was.”

“You know cicadas don’t even call all night, right? It’s only at dusk—”

“Okay, you can shut up and go back to making out with me now, thank you.”

[cranberrymoons]

howdy sailor

prompt: closet (discord drabble)

Steve’s laying on the couch, half-heartedly watching some episode of some show he’s seen something like a hundred times at this point, which he’s only really half paying attention to, when his phone chimes. He glances down, tabs over to the app.

howdy sailor

He smiles. The photo of him in his Halloween costume from a couple years ago, which Robin had all but forced him to include on his profile.

I think it’s actually supposed to be “ahoy” 

The bubble of the guy's reply appears, then disappears, then reappears, then:

hi ahoy, i’m eddie

Steve laughs in spite of himself, sitting up straighter on the couch.

I'm Steve

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip as he stares at the screen, waiting for the response. It doesn't come right away, and he flips over to the guy's profile, swiping through his photos. He's good looking and tall, with dark hair and dark clothes and dark painted nails and a dark pair of boots that he's wearing in every photo except one, in which he's standing on a beach in a tiny... tiny pair of bright red shorts.

Steve stares, opens the photo, zooms in... He gets another message and flips back over to the conversation, and –

sailor steve, please lie and tell me you're wearing that costume right now

Steve raises his eyebrows. He probably still has it somewhere, but –

Only if you lie and tell me you're wearing the swim shorts

There's a brief pause, then,

deal. want to meet on the high seas for a drink, i'll bring the life preservers?

Steve smiles to himself, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he considers. He glances back up at the TV, then at the time on his phone. It's only 6 o clock. It's not like he's got anything better going on tonight. Maybe just one?

Yes to a drink... but let's start off on land first before we set sail?

It's – is it too cheesy? It's definitely too cheesy.

He almost deletes it, then he glances back up at the start of their conversation, which literally began with a dad joke, and – he hits send.

—

An hour later, he's in a bar listening to the hottest man he's ever seen talk passionately about... dragons? Elves?

Something, something, he has no idea, but – he might have to dig that costume out of the back of his closet after all.

[also on ao3]

[papiliovolens]

Minecraft Drabble

Fluffy had no idea how she got here. The open, wooden courtroom felt too large, and the fencing separating her from the plaintiff somehow felt too thin- as if her breath could knock it over. The others took their time to arrive and quickly filed in, taking random spots to stand vigil.

When Pancake spoke, the silent courtroom somehow became even quieter. "Fluffy, you stand before us today as the accused of attempting to steal Trickster from Nems. How do you plead?"

Fluffy gripped her shield, stopping herself from chucking it at Pancake. "For the last time, it is a misunderstanding-" she tried to argue for the tenth time when Apple and Snake scrambled behind her. 

"No killing each other in the courtroom!" Pancake demanded, slamming their hands on the podium.

Apple raised an eyebrow and swiftly yanked Snake from out under the awning. Before Snake could turn around, Apple whapped them with their sword, grinning as the damage registered.

Apple met Pancake's angered gaze smugly. "I'm not in the courtroom," they pointed out, just before Apple punched them in retaliation.

"Continue," Pancake instructed, nodding at Fluffy and ignoring the scuffle.

Fluffy took a deep breath. "Trickster hit me. I taunted him, and he misunderstood me-"

"ya said you like it, though," Trickster pointed out smugly, leaning their elbows on the fence cordoning off the plaintiff's side.

"Because I was trying to freak you out," Fluffy repeated. "And then Nems got mad at me."

"well," Nems interrupted smugly. "according to article 3, section 4, fuck fluffy." He tipped his skull up, eyelights shimmering with a mischievous glimmer that nearly matched Trickster's.

"period," Trickster added as an egg flew past his skull.

He looked over his shoulder at the chick that floated to the ground, and it clucked on him. Pancake stared at the newly birthed fowl and scowled, turning to scold whoever had thrown it, when five other eggs slammed into the podium, and four of them hatched into chicks.

Snake and Apple ignored the trial, seeming to forgo their sword fight to chuck eggs at each other. Pancake visually struggled to ignore them, closing their eyes to feign thinking as the orderly courtroom steadily devolved into a chicken pen.

Once Snake and Apple vanished from sight, Pancake nodded. "Alright. Well, since Nems and Trickster's relationship isn't technically canon-" Someone gasped from the audience. "The argument is null and void."

Fluffy rolled her eyes in relief as Trickster sighed in disappointment at the lackluster ending.

Another egg slammed into the ground and Snake scrambled through the room. Apple switched to their sword and, with a single swipe, Snake vanished in a spark of spoke, their items dropping the the floor like confetti. Apple straightened, grinning triumphantly, until they realized where they were and froze, looking up slowly at Pancake.

"New trial," Pancake decreed as a chick managed to climb up the podium. "I'm suing Apple for interrupting my courtroom."

"i'll be a witness," Trickster offered, raising his hand, a chicken slung under his arm.

"so long as no one flirts with trickster," Nems mumbled, stepping down from the podium and gently pushing a chick away with his foot.

"For the last time, it wasn't flirting!" Fluffy screeched.