#emoji prompt

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emoji prompts part I

[aphroditelovesu]

can you please write 🦄 for either yan!steve or yan!bucky?

❝🦄❞ - ‘’I... I really can't let you go.’’

❝tw: kidnapping and slight angst.

When Steve found you at home, well, at least he considers it your home, you were lying on the couch, reading a book of your favorite genre. The mere sight of your presence made him smile and he unconsciously moved closer to you.

"Hey, honey." He murmured as he sat down next to you on the couch, close to your feet stretched out and bare beneath the soft fabric. Steve frowned slightly when you didn't respond to him. "Honey? I'm home." He tried again, his voice firmer.

But he got no response.

Steve sighed irritably when he realized what you were doing. The punishment of silence.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, feeling his frustration growing. He knew the punishment of silence was your way of showing that something was wrong, but he couldn't understand what he could have done to deserve it.

Everything he did was for you. Always for you and would always be for you.

He leaned forward, placing his hand gently on your knee. "Honey, please tell me what's going on." He pleaded, concern evident in his voice. "I can't fix what's wrong if you don't tell me."

The book in your hands continued to be your only answer. Steve sighed again, deeper this time, and decided to try a different approach. He got up and went to the kitchen, preparing your favorite drink. Maybe, with a little patience and a gesture of affection, he could break the silence and find out what was going on.

Steve quickly returned to the living room, bringing with him a silver tray with your favorite drink and snacks. He placed it in front of him, on the coffee table. However, you refused to talk to him, or even look at him.

Had he done something wrong?

Steve tried to search his mind for anything he could have done that triggered such a reaction from him, this coldness that hurt him more than anything. He sighed when he finally realized that it may have been the sudden change in your life that caused you to become so cold towards him.

You still hadn't completely gotten used to his presence, to living with him. It had been something sudden when he brought you here, but Steve couldn't leave you alone, not when the world was becoming more and more dangerous. He couldn't even imagine what he would do if something happened to you.

Steve sat next to him again, this time closer. He gently touched your shoulder, trying to get your attention. "I know things changed too quickly." He began, his voice low and full of regret, "I brought you here thinking it would be for the best, but perhaps I didn't consider how much it would affect you."

He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, "I just wanted to protect you, make sure you were safe. But I understand if you're feeling like you've lost your freedom, your old life. I'm sorry if I was selfish in not realizing it sooner."

Silence still hung between you, but Steve continued, determined to get through to you. "I want you to feel at home here, not like a prisoner. And if there's anything I can do to make this easier for you, please tell me. I'm here to listen."

You finally looked at him and placed the book down in your lap. Your gaze met his and you spoke, your voice loud and clear. "I want to go home. To my real home."

His gaze suddenly hardened and the grip on your shoulders tightened, becoming painful. His voice was low but you could feel the anger, the pain, in them. "No."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden change in his behavior. Steve had always been protective, but he had never been so authoritarian. You tried to pull your shoulders away from his grip, but he wouldn’t budge.

"Steve, you're hurting me." You mumbled, trying to keep your voice calm even as fear rose within you.

He took a deep breath, eyes softening a little, but his grip still firm. "Sorry." He murmured, slowly releasing you. "I just... I can't let you go. It's dangerous out there, and I can't risk losing you."

You rubbed your shoulders, feeling relief mixed with growing discomfort. "But I can't live like this, Steve. I need my freedom, my space. I can't be a prisoner. I can't."

He shook his head, visibly struggling with his own emotions. "It's not a prison. It's to protect you. You have to understand that."

Steve grabbed your hands and squeezed them gently, touching you as if you were made of glass, and with any wrong touch, you could fall apart. He rubbed your fingers and replied, "I... I really can't let you go."

His words were painful to hear because you knew he was telling the truth. He would never let you go.

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[nousanti]

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[savi-our]

💑 for Blue?

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

From THIS prompt

Underswap Sans - Blue 💙

In terms of appearance or personality traits I'd say Blue doesn't have many requirements in order for him to get to like you, love is often times surprising and a sudden occurrence in his life and it mainly depends on how well both of you fit together in his mind. He does tend to favor bubbly and curious personalities, however that by no means excludes someone more mature or reserved. Blue does however, has some requirements when it comes to actually being in a relationship with him. The pretty obvious ones would be that SO gets along with his brother, they don't have to be best friends, but he will not tolerate any long-term animosity between his brother and SO - he will always pick Stretch if push comes to shove, love or not. He does also sort of yearn for someone who can look past his innocent and cutesy persona. He does tend to play up his more naïve qualities because he's a bit of a manipulator in that regard, but he wouldn't be able to be in a relationship with someone who constantly treats him like a kid or some sort of pet animal all the time. He's a lot more mature than he seems so he'd most likely look for a partner who can recognize that in him and not make a big deal out of it. (By that I mean won't villainize him for playing up his innocent act) Another that comes to mind straight away is that his SO would have to be comfortable with being active. He's a ball of energy and often looks for new places to visit and new adventures to go on so he'd prefer someone who can keep up and share those experiences with him. If his SO is less active but willing to try and keep up with him it would make him really happy - he'd help you get in better shape and always stay by your side in social events if you're more on the introverted side. As much as Blue likes to mess around and trick people into doing things his way - he's also very much a no-nonsense type of guy. He wants a partner who will communicate with him whenever there is an argument or miscommunication, if his SO is the kind of person who lets arguments linger, shuts down or just refuses to resolve things I can see that being a definite deal breaker for him. He always tries to resolve any issues straight away because he absolutely HATES the anxiety over an argument lingering over his head for any amount of time. Those are the main few that come to mind, there are a few little things he'd also look for in a partner like matching hobbies or general chemistry but all of those are subjective. As long as his partner gets along with his family and close friends, can see him as an adult and communicates their emotions well I can see him falling for any type of personality. He's very flighty so doesn't have a strict type, its more of a sudden "OH! THEY'RE CUTE!" type of realization in his mind and then it escalates from there.

[whispers-whump]

used a random emoji generator and made whump prompts from the emojis it gave me

📗 [green book]

whumpee getting hit with a textbook

reading to pass the time at the hospital

pulling a muscle carrying heavy books

whumpee who drops the book they were carrying, and that’s the final straw for the breakdown that’s been building up for days

🍀 [four leaf clover]

bad luck

losing a good luck charm, keepsake, or some other sentimental item

lucky to be alive

whumpee has always been lucky… until now

overly optimistic whumpee considering themself lucky their injuries aren’t worse

📖 [open book]

paper cut

chatty whumpee at first appears to be an open book until their friends realize they don’t actually know that much about them at all

eyestrain from reading without glasses

language barrier

📩 [envelope with arrow]

ransom note

whumpee getting letters from their stalker sent to their house and/or their friends’ and family’s houses

suicide note

eviction notice, house foreclosure, or some other kind of bad news given to whumpee

🚥 [horizontal traffic light]

car crash

caretaker running a red light to get whumpee to the hospital

road rage

whumpee realizes the car behind them has been following them for a while

distracted driving

other people feel free to do this and add on! or make your own post and tag me so I can reblog yours!

[love-note-musings]

For the Emoji drabble!

🏹 + Leviathan ??

Have a good day! ^^

╰₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂➢ Obey Me! Leviathan x Reader

from this emoji prompt list: 🏹 | waking up from a nightmare

✩₊˚.⋆please ignore that this literally was sitting in my drafts for literal years lmao☾⋆⁺₊✧

Envy does as envy knows best. It festers, becomes symptomatic, viral, and infectious. Left untreated, it can leave a nasty scar where there’s supposed to be something tender. And Levi, out of all people, knows this the best. He’s the most infected out of them all.

He couldn’t escape the sensation that he was the worst choice for you even during sleep. The idea that you had merely settled for him out of pity clung onto him like a leech, regardless of the assurances you offered him. Levi knew that constantly reaffirming him was tiring, he knew that it was annoying, but he couldn’t shake this lurching feeling off of him.

Dreams lived to affirm his fears. He could have forgiven you for cheating, why wouldn’t you? He could have forgiven you for falling out of love, for choosing someone else—in fact, he expected it. Out of everything, he could have forgiven you for almost everything you could throw his way if it meant he could stay by your side a little while longer. So, while the amalgamation of his fears constructed itself in front of him, Levi had already forgiven you.

There was a red tint on your face as your brows furrowed, eyes barreling down onto his figure. Hurling insult after insult all the while yelling at the top of your lungs, Levi could only look up at you as if you were a god, listening as you affirmed all of the negative thoughts he had about himself. If you out of all people could see it, then it must be true, right? When he could see how happy and joyful you looked with others, he couldn’t help but compare the smile you gave to him versus the one you gave to your friends.

Levi didn’t notice that he had woken up with tears staining the corners of his eyes, or how they dripped down off his cheek and onto the pillow beneath his head. All he could feel was the gapping feeling inside his chest and the way his lungs stung. He didn’t notice that he was heaving until you placed your hand on his chest.

“Shh, I got you,” you assured while sitting him up on your bed. using your thumb you wiped off some of the tears flooding his face and pulled him close.

He was hesitant even as he felt your arms holding him. Slowly, he crumbled into your embrace, resting his head against your chest so he could feel your heartbeat. His arms shakily held onto you while he hid his tear stained face. You offered him such comfort and softness even when his own subconscious gave him none.

“What kind of nightmare has gotten you so sad, dear?”

Levi found it hard to explain to you something so otherworldly, something so contrary to your demeanor. A nightmare - because that’s all it was. And because you weren’t the amalgamation he constructed in his mind. You weren’t some cruel human who would pluck at his heartstrings and drag them along like a dog on the leash. This was the real you. Your arms were warm, your gaze was soft. In the moment, it felt silly to even imagine you as some sort of poised bully.

Yet, that image always came back as some sort of lurking insecurity. You had certainly done nothing to give him such vivid fears. More importantly, how could he explain this to you all in the dead of night?

"Can you just. . I mean, we can talk about it later. Can you just hold me, like this, for now?" Levi managed to stutter out while he willed to calm his beating heart.

All you did was smile at him. "Yeah, of course, Levi. You want me to put on a show for background noise while you go back to sleep?"

"Sounds good." He answered, more than content to stay right here with you.

Neither of you even seemed to notice that most of your blankets and pillows had already been kicked off the bed.

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😀Emoji Kitchen Prompts😀 Send in a number for a doodle based on that emoji; or a number + character to combine them with that emoji!

[youshouldhavepaidattentiondad]

🐁

"Ziggs, what the fuck is that?" Emma asks as she comes to a stop in the doorway of the living room.

Blinking slowly, Ziggs holds up their blunt. "Uh, joint?"

"No- Ziggy, the fucking rat on your shoulder!"

"Oh!" Ziggs breaks out into a wide grin. "Yeah, that's Kush. He's a bro. Don't worry, he's not a random rat I found, I got him at a pet store."

Emma lets out a sigh of relief. She moves around to sit on the couch. "...why a rat?"

"Cause they get a bad rap." Ziggs passes the joint before booping Kush's nose

Send me an emoji and I'll write a drabble!

[closetfascination]

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make a story/outline based on these emojis. (The messier/more nonsense the better)

"Fuck you, Alex," taunted Monty, eyes wild like a hungry dog. There was something attractive about Standall, even though he was so fucking annoying.

Alex raised his eyebrows, blue eyes hard and cold like ice.

"Okay, Montgomery," he said flatly, putting on the dark sunglasses he'd been wearing on top of his head. Not that it made a difference, given how unreadable his eyes were.

"Okay?" Monty choked on the word, wondering if Alex was fucking with him. He had to be fucking with him. A twist of suppressed desire tightened in his chest. Would he fuck Alex if he asked? Monty swallowed the question without answering.

Alex leaned in, voice low and even, breath hot on Monty's neck, and whispered, "Unless you aren't man—"

Loud rhythmic beeping sounded in Monty's ears. He slapped the snooze button with his palm and rolled over. Hugging the blankets tight against his body, he hoped to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep.

Read the rest of Part 1 of Devil Like Me on AO3

Part 1 covers the first three emojis, Part 2 covers the next two emojis, Part 3 covers the next emoji and the epilogue covers the last one.

This is also a fill for AU-gust 2023: Day 31, any two (Day 20: Reconnections, Day 23: Plumbers)

Hope you like it and that is unhinged enough for you - this was super fun to write!

[phenton-rp-memes]

Send “🤝” for a starter where our muses have fused!

(Remember to specify muses for multimuses!)

[aphroditelovesu]

[🖤] - ''I don't want to force you to be mine, but I will if I have to.’’ + 💔] - ‘’You can't leave me. You will not leave me.’’ For Rhaenyra Drabble after her wife (reader) who while normally happy in their marriage starts to get tired and starts talking back to her after Rhaenyra basically imprisons the reader because she was paranoid about reader cheating on her?

[🖤] - ''I don't want to force you to be mine, but I will if I have to.’’

[💔] - ‘’You can't leave me. You will not leave me.’’

❝ 🐉 — lady l: this ended up becoming more than a drabble but I got carried away... I hope you like it, anon, and forgive me for any mistakes! Good reading! ❤️

❝tw: accusation of betrayal, mention of death, mourning, imprisonment and angst.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!rhaenyra targaryen x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,143.

You felt like a damn prisoner and maybe you really were.

Rhaenyra has become increasingly unstable and possessive over you and she has practically imprisoned you in her room, with only a few servants having access to you.

The reason for all this? She thought you were cheating on her, which was completely ridiculous. You weren't cheating on her and it never crossed your mind to do so.

You valued your life and loved Rhaenyra too much to even think about having a lover. You love her, don't you? You were sure you did it but after she locked you in, you weren't so sure anymore.

''I don't want to force you to be mine, but I will if have to.'' Her words still echoed in your mind and you only realized their weight when she finally lost her head after you spoke against her. The memories of that night were painful and you could still feel Rhaenyra's touch on your skin like fire.

Trapped in that golden cage, you stared at the richly decorated walls of her room, feeling increasingly suffocated. It was a luxury that became a prison, and every exquisite detail now seemed a cruel reminder of her situation.

The days passed slowly, with the routine of servants coming and going, bringing meals and clean clothes. They never exchanged more than a few words with you, and their expressions were always neutral. You wondered if they knew about your suspicions or if they simply followed orders blindly without question.

Rhaenyra visited you often, but your conversations were tense. You could see the paranoia in her eyes, a dark shadow that seemed to grow with each encounter. She asked questions, sometimes calmly and sometimes desperately, trying to get a confession out of you that wasn't there. Each denial from you seemed to fuel even more suspicion in her.

During these visits, you tried to calm her fears, reaffirming your love and fidelity, but your words seemed to lose strength with each repetition. Uncertainty grew inside you, not only about your feelings for her, but also about the future of this relationship that previously seemed so solid.

There were moments of silence, where you just looked at each other, lost in your own thoughts. At those times, you wondered what had happened to the woman you loved, the one who was strong, confident and fair. Now, she was a shadow of her former self, consumed by an irrational fear that was destroying her and you along with it.

You knew that Lucerys' death and the start of the war had affected her even more and you understood. You really did and you couldn't blame you for that. Although you didn't have children of your own, you loved hers as if they were your own and you were also grieving the loss of Luke but nothing justified Rhaenyra's accusations and her actions towards you. You knew it all came from her fear of losing you but that didn't make it any less painful.

The loss of Lucerys was a devastating blow to everyone. Rhaenyra has never been the same since that day. You clearly remembered the moment the news arrived. Her scream of pain still echoed in your mind, and you had felt a deep sadness as you watched the woman you loved fall apart. You tried to be as supportive as possible, to be by her side in every moment of pain, but it was as if an invisible barrier had risen between you.

Rhaenyra had become increasingly vigilant and suspicious. At first, you thought it was just grief manifesting itself in unexpected ways, but as time passed, her obsession grew. She began to question every one of your actions, every word spoken and even the moments of silence. At first, you responded with patience, believing that she would eventually get over it. However, her accusations became more frequent and fierce, culminating in your forced imprisonment.

You tried to justify her behavior to yourself. The coming war, the loss of her son, the constant pressure of claiming the throne and keeping the family together... It was all a crushing burden. And yet, in your most lucid moments, you knew you didn't deserve to be treated this way. Your love and loyalty were never in question. Rhaenyra's fear of losing someone else close to her was understandable, but it could not be a reason to imprison.

When Rhaenyra came to visit you, you decided you had had enough. You needed to make her see reason.

She entered the room, as always, with an expression full of distrust and pain. Her eyes, once so full of life, were now opaque, marked by sadness and fear. She approached you, her steps heavy and her gaze fixed on your eyes, as if she was looking for some confirmation of her fears. And when she noticed something in your gaze, perhaps the determination to get out of this situation, her face became furious and you could see her lips trembling.

''Rhaenyra, I never wanted to leave you. I never wanted to hurt you.'' You said, desperation evident in every word.

You took a deep breath, feeling the pain of the situation that was becoming increasingly untenable. Rhaenyra was mired in her own insecurities, and you knew you needed to break that cycle of fear and distrust. ''Rhaenyra, I love you. You need trust me. We are losing something precious in all of this.''

She remained silent, her eyes fixed on yours, as if she was trying to find something in your gaze that could ease her pain. There was a heavy silence, full of unspoken emotions, promises and fears.

You continued, your voice firmer, trying to reach the woman you loved. ''I'm not cheating on you. I will not leave you. We need to find a way to get through this together, before we completely destroy ourselves.''

The minutes passed, and the silence between you was deafening. Rhaenyra seemed to be fighting her own demons, insecurity and fear intertwining in her mind. You knew it was a crucial moment, an opportunity to salvage what was left of your relationship.

Finally, her voice breaking, she whispered, ''You can't leave me. You will not leave me.''

Your heart sank at her words. Rhaenyra was in shambles, and you knew you needed to act carefully, with love and patience. In a calm, low voice, you spoke, ''I am here, Rhaenyra. Let's find a way out of this together. I promise.''

There was a small spark of hope in her eyes, a spark that maybe, just maybe, could be the basis for rebuilding what had been lost. You approached her, reaching out your hand, trying to reach that piece of hope that still shined amidst the darkness.

Perhaps you could bring reason back to Rhaenyra.

[rpdepartment]

send an emoji and i'll tell you my opinion on...

✒️ the muse's canon

📝 the muse's fanon

📖 a popular headcanon regarding my muse

🎉 the fan favorite character of my muse's canon

🧫 IC / "IRL" blogs

📲 doubles

🌌 canon divergencies

👽 AUs

🌓 crossovers

👬 shipping

💏 the fandom's most popular ship

💟 the fandom's most popular ship that involves my muse

✏️ fandomless OCs

🤸‍♀️ OCs

🤹‍♀️ OCs related to canon characters

💞 OC x canon

📶 crossover ships

💙 crack ships

👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 fankids

💌 multishipping

⛓ RP timelines

🖼 dash events

👀 dash commentary

🗝 selectiveness in the RPC

🩹 reblog karma

🎲 ask memes and sentence starters

🎆 magic anons

📌 my favorite character in the fandom

✂️ my least favorite character in the fandom

💝 my favorite ship in the fandom

🧊 my least favorite ship in the fandom

🥂 my favorite part of the canon

🧂 my least favorite part of the canon

🦴 NSFW threads

💋 sexy sunday / "sinday"

[eveysnotebook]

hiii!!!! so for the emoji ask thingy could you do roy with 🤒 pls? ur very cool and should probably go drink water. bye :3

aww, thank you! And yes, I should actually go get some water :)

🤒-when they’re sick / when your sick

Whenever Roy is sick, he tries to ignore it. He sees it as a sign of weakness and he believes if he ignores it long enough, it will go away.

but that isn’t the case this time, once you notice his symptoms you immediately are at his beck and call. Once he realizes that you really do care about him and that you don’t think any less of him, he’s a big baby.

he’ll immediately ask for soup of some sort, if your a skilled enough chef you and make it yourself, if not you’ll Uber some. He loves it either way. He definitely takes advantage of being sick and has you in bed cuddling with him the whole time.

once he recovers he’ll thank you for helping him out even though he claims it wasn’t that bad (the other day he claimed he might die)

if you end up getting sick from up, he’ll drop everything and stay by your side, he feels bad and wants to help you recover quickly.

In the end, he’s a dramatic baby when he’s sick ♡

Sorry it took a bit to publish! I had to think about what to write for this one…hope it was good!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I wrote this one late at night.

Also, I'm going to start tagging my posts with #tidals writing!

[hiraethedits]

Send 🍻👊 to get into a bar fight alongside my muse.

Alternatively send 👊👊 to get into a fight AGAINST my muse.

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👤 for Princess Cereza

Gothic Princess!

That's black licorice (ew) she's holding. No underage smoking here!

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