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grogwrites · 25 days ago

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Mistletoe - MV1

Summary: what seems like a harmless mistletoe kiss leaves one assistant and her boss reconsidering their roles in each other's lives

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Female OC

CW: some swearing and alcohol consumption, but mostly fluff 🫶🏻

A/N: just a quick lil Max Christmas fic for yall! It’s not my best writing, but I’m in the Christmas SPIRIT!! As usual, I do not utilize YN, so OC is a named character 💛 Divider by @saradika-graphics

Word Count: 1.6k

* DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

Emma had been lingering in the corner for an hour now, silently observing the casual crowd of millionaires that surrounded her. While being the personal assistant to Max Verstappen had a lot of perks, she never seemed to be able to shake the fact that this was her everyday life. She technically wasn’t invited to this Christmas party, but Max asked her to be his DD—and considering he employs her, it was hard to say no to some overtime.

The grip on her can of Sprite tightened as the crowd seemingly grew larger and louder by the minute. She knew who some of these people were from the races in the last season, but the strangers definitely outweighed the acquaintances.

“Stop hiding.”

Emma jumped slightly at the sudden voice in her ear. She looked over her shoulder to find Max, smiling down at her. They had a comfortable relationship, but it was definitely nothing more than professional. She didn’t see him enough outside of work like this to really consider it anything other than that. All she knew was he was a nice boss, he paid her well, and he apparently parties pretty hard. He wasn’t drunk yet—she could tell that much. But he was slowly getting there, given the slight flush in his cheeks and the crooked smile.

“I don’t know anyone here other than you,” she replied, smiling. “I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but my friends aren’t multi-millionaire race car drivers…”

“Hm, I seemed to have missed that detail,” he shrugged. “Seriously, though, I still want you to enjoy yourself. You’re working overtime to drive my drunk ass around—might as well make it worthwhile.”

Emma didn’t have the heart (or dignity) to admit to him that she is usually never caught dead at parties—big ones like this, anyways. Her drinking habits were usually done in the comfort of her own home, or with her friends only. This was…foreign territory to her.

“Ah, I’m okay right here, I think,” she reassured him. “I like to people watch.” She brought her soda up to her lips, taking a slow sip. Max seemed to watch her intently. It made her slightly nervous, but she chalked it up to the fact that he was under quite of bit of influence right now, and probably couldn’t think straight.

“At least come with me to the game room,” he suggested, gesturing down a long hallway. She couldn’t remember whose house they were at…it was another driver’s. Maybe Charles? Whoever it was, their place was massive. It was almost overwhelming. “We’re gonna play some SIM racing.” Emma laughed.

“You just finished off your season, and you’re going to race more?” She teased. Max’s cheeks turned slightly redder at her response. “Fine. If it will make you happy, I will follow you to the game room.”

Before Max could reply, a small batch of mistletoe was shoved in between their faces. Max looked behind them where one of the McLaren drivers stood on the kitchen table—a mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. His curls fell in his face slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot. He was wasted.

“Your turn, Max!” The Brit announced. This must’ve been a bit he had been doing all night, as the people surrounding them seemed to clap and cheer. Emma felt a vicious blush invade her face, as she looked over to her boss in horror.

“Mate, this is my assistant,” Max stated, pushing the mistletoe out of the way. The driver above them returned it to its spot regardless. “I’m not going to kiss my employee. Wouldn’t that go against some kind of code of conduct…?”

“God, you’re no fun,” the man huffed, but didn’t move. “Don’t be a Scrooge! It’s just for fun. So many others have done it all night!”

Max’s gaze flickered to Emma, as if he were genuinely considering it. She thought she could puke, seeing the thought pass across his glossy eyes.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Max told her gently. “Lando’s just an ass.”

“Um—“

“One smooch,” the man, Lando, held out his pointer finger. “I won’t bother you guys the rest of the night. Just do it for the party!” The crowd clapped, and murmured their words of agreement to Lando’s proposal.

Emma fidgeted with the can in her hands, now finding herself considering the offer. If she did it, then she could go back to hiding the rest of the night. She was getting paid for be here, and Max did say to have some fun. She met his gaze again, then took a deep breath.

“Fine,” she groaned. “But I want to be left alone for the rest of the night after this.” Max’s eyes widened, as if he didn’t think she’d agree. Granted, she probably wouldn’t have if she wasn’t being paid to be here. The crowd around them began chanting a horrendously corny ‘kiss’ as Max took a step closer to her.

“You’re sure you—“

“Just kiss me, Max,” Emma interjected, sounding a bit more desperate than she intended to. Max didn’t waste another second before closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers. The crowd erupted in applause as Emma’s eyes fluttered closed. She subconsciously began to kiss him back, when he pulled away.

Oh god.

Emma’s face was more than likely redder than the color red itself. Max was still staring at her as the mistletoe was pulled away, and Lando hopped off the table.

“I think I need some air,” Emma laughed awkwardly. She started to walk away, when she bumped into the table that Lando was previously standing on, spilling her Sprite everywhere. She heard Max take a step closer, but she continued walking away.

Why did she kiss him back? She hurried through the crowd as the thought spiraled through her head at an overwhelming rate of speed. Why, why, why, why? That was her boss, for crying out loud. She just tried to make out with her boss in front of a bunch of drunk, rich assholes.

The fresh air hit her face rather abruptly, which seemed to help ground her in her moment of anxiety. She sat on the stairs in front of the house, then buried her face in her hands. Just a few more hours, she thought. A few more hours, and then they can just pretend that never happened.

When Max saw Emma walk into the game room, his heart practically dropped to his stomach. Ever since she ran out, he had been replaying the kiss in his mind. She kissed him back…and he liked it. A lot, really. He could still smell her perfume lingering on his shirt—reminding him of how warm she felt…how soft her lips were. He hated himself for pulling away, but it surprised him. She surprised him. He didn’t know her very well outside of a workplace setting, but now it was all he could think about. What movies does she like? What books does she read?

“Phew,” she laughed as she stood next to him behind Charles’s SIM chair. “That was much needed—and I’m not even drunk.”

Max couldn’t bring himself to say or do anything. He wasn’t really drunk yet, but he didn’t think he wanted to drink anymore after that. He wanted to remember that kiss—engrave it into his memory forever. If he got drunk, it might as well just get thrown out the window. He debated saying something to her; maybe apologizing for pulling away from the kiss. But he didn’t know how the kiss made her feel—God, he’d give anything to know, though.

“Max?”

He looked down at Emma, who was staring at him. She looked concerned…maybe even worried that she messed things up, but she did quite the opposite.

“Shit,” he exhaled. “Sorry. I think I’m ready to go home.” Her shoulders sunk, and he could tell that she thought it was because of her. Realistically, Max just wanted to be with her and her only right now.

“Okay,” she managed a smile anyways. “We can go.”

The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet, for Emma’s liking. She drummed her fingers nervously against the steering wheel, before reaching over to turn on the radio. The soft Christmas music flooded the car as they drove through the streets of Monaco. The air felt heavy between them—they were practically suffocating from the elephant in the room. She wondered if Max was going to fire her. She wasn’t sure she could live with that kind of news—she’d have to move back to the states, and work some horrible paying job—

“Pull over.”

Emma looked over at Max, but his gaze was fixated out of the window beside him. She did as he instructed, pulling off into a smaller parking lot.

“Is everything ok?” She asked. Max finally met her gaze. He was sober enough now, but he wasn’t drunk, really, to begin with.

“Um, that kiss—“ he paused, trying to find the words he wanted to use. Shit. This was it. Emma drew in a shaky deep breath, trying to mentally prepare herself.

“I’m really sorry,” she blurted. “Please don’t fire me? I just got swept up in the moment and I—“

Max grabbed ahold of her face, then kissed her again. Emma’s heart was more than likely doing somersaults considering how fast it was beating. He kissed her eagerly—desperately—as the tension slowly lifted between the two of them. Emma pulled away, trying to process what was happening.

“Don’t apologize,” Max’s voice was hoarse, “I’d never fire you. I just…pulled away because it surprised me.”

“You’re not mad?” She asked softly.

“Far from it,” he smiled, pushing her hair out of her face. “Can I please kiss you again?” Emma grinned.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

* None of my writing is available for reposting on other platforms. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated.

©️ grogwrites, 2024

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 x oc #formula one #max verstappen fanfic #christmas fanfic #Spotify

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msbigredmachine · 8 days ago

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☕Roman Reigns Menu ☕

☕SIGNATURE DRINKS (Multi-chapters)☕

The Boy Next Door

A sexy mysterious man is new in town…but mystery is not all he brings with him… (Co-written with @harmshake) AU. [In Progress]

Power Couple - The Series

They say, “Behind every great man stands a great woman”. But behind the Universal Champion and the Tribal Chief is a different breed of woman, a force of nature capable of bringing even the Head of the Table to his knees…and vice versa. [Completed]

Into The Deep End - The Saga

Sasha has always tried to play it safe, to keep her life as simple and risk-free as possible. Things change, however, when she garners the interest of a handsome, charming, younger man from a completely different world than hers. As she starts to question her own rules, is she ready to take the biggest chance of them all? Will she let herself take that dive? My very first Roman fic set circa 2014. [Completed]

Targets

Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organization The Authority and one of the world’s deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role from the hunter to the hunted. (AU Espionage Story) [Completed]

Roman & Jaida: The We Are Series

He’s not her most favorite person in the world, but she finds it in her heart to be there for him in his time of need. In return, he shows her just how much he appreciates it. Set around the events of the 2015 Royal Rumble and the Blizzard Raw the night after. [Completed]

You Consume Me

She was beautiful, tempting, carefree, and everything I thought I wanted in a woman. One taste and I was hooked, abandoning everything and everyone I cared about to be with her. What I failed to see was the other side of her; a side that was dark, dangerous…Deadly. [Completed]

Come What May

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. So why did she feel like she was making the biggest mistake of her life? (Roman Reigns/OC/Tama Tonga) [Completed]

☕DOUBLE SHOTS (Two-shots)☕

You Again

That awkward moment when the biggest star in pro wrestling happens to be your high school bully…and he’s in your office. A 2-part series [Completed]

Talking Body

Photoshoots, lingerie and a long overdue baecation are in store for Roman and Gia heading into their five-year(ish) anniversary. Let’s hope it all goes off without a hitch. [Completed]

☕SPECIALTY BREWS (One-shots)☕

Midnight Sparks - On New Year’s Eve, the OTC retreats to a quiet bar, craving solitude. When a confident and captivating woman crosses his path, their connection ignites, turning a quiet night into something unforgettable.

An Angelic Christmas🎄- On their first Christmas together, Roman and Naima share heartfelt gifts, tender moments, and an intimate celebration that deepens their connection. (Prelude on my upcoming fic, Finding Angel)

Nothing Left - The tale of a marriage built on trust, torn apart by lies, and a woman’s breaking point that should never have been reached.

Handsy - When the OTC asks for help and you oblige him, he’s very happy to return the favor.

Behind The Mask - Sometimes love demands that you fight not for yourself—but for someone who can’t fight back.

Cheat Meal - The OTC is hungry for a whole lot more than just good food.

Butterscotch & Chocolate - What’s better than a hunky, rich and powerful Samoan boyfriend? Why, two, of course! (Roman Reigns/OC/The Rock)

Kitty Kat - After a lifetime of searching, the Tribal Chief may have finally found the woman of his dreams. Post-Summerslam 2024.

Black Sweatpants - Why did the Tribal Chief arrive late to the Pat McAfee Show? Based on Roman’s appearance on March 22 2024.

Checkmate - The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.

Santa Daddy🎄- All the Tribal Chief wants for Christmas is you.

Sugar & The Chief - Reader is a best-selling erotic author reflecting on the success of her newest novel, which is based on her secret affair with the man who became her muse.

Say Cheese - A steamy after-work rendezvous with the Tribal Chief and his princess is captured in 4K.

In Peace - When one of the Wiseman’s incessant phone calls comes at the wrong time 🙄.

Here With Me - As the Bloodline Civil War takes an unexpected turn of events, Reader comes up with the perfect pick-me-up for her Tribal Chief. Post-Summerslam 2023.

M.K.A.M. (My Kinda Morning) - Who says birthday sex has to end after the birthday?

Dirty Little Secret - They are each other’s escape, too good to let go of. Until they have to let go.

I Still Heart You - This year, Valentine’s Day takes an interesting turn for two exes.

Latch - The most meaningful conversations take place in the shower.

Daddy The Sub - The Tribal Chief comes home to receive his punishment.

Feedback - The Tribal Chief loves it when you tell show him how much you like his promos. Set after that epic unification contract signing segment of Feb 25, 2022

Sex On The Beach - Remember that “Running Around Naked” promo the Tribal Chief cut some months ago? Well, this is exactly what happened on the private island…in my mind at least.

Boss Lady - It’s always good to have a close working relationship with your boss. But what if you want to be closer? More importantly, what if the feeling is mutual? AU.

I Won’t Let You Fall -She was ready to give up on herself, but one man had to let her know he was not ready to lose her, even if it meant revealing a certain secret he’d kept to himself for years.

Gold Digger - Roman is having a hard time getting rid of his gold-digging ex-wife. What exactly does he have to do to get her out of his life permanently? AU.

Believe - Still hurting from a nasty breakup, Livia is convinced that love does not exist. But Roman decides to prove her wrong…in the most romantic way possible.

The One That Got Away - On the biggest night of her career, Hollywood movie star Beverley Tyler looks back on what might have been. There are things more important than fame and fortune. Beverley learned that the hard way.

The Mechanic - An impromptu trip to a service station leads to an encounter with a sexy mechanic. Her car isn’t the only thing he works on. AU.

☕ESPRESSO SHOTS (Drabbles)☕

Kiss Me (200 Words in May Challenge)

All banners made by me.

Credit to all the owners of the pictures and gifs.

Divider by @thecutestgrotto

Please don't steal my content. Thank you!

#roman reigns #roman reigns fanfic #wwe #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x black oc #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x black reader #msbigredmachine writes #the tribal chief #the otc #otc #the bloodline

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absoluterpmemetrash · 2 years ago

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META ASKS: If Your OC Was Canon.

BASIC:

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

What plot points would change due to the inclusion of your character in canon?

What role would your character play in the story? Are they a major player, or a one scene wonder?

If there are multiple adaptions/If they are part of a multi-part franchise, which ones would your character appear in?

Besides your face/voiceclaim, who do you think would be cast as your character?

If your character had a breakout show/film/comic, what would the plot be? Who would be in their supporting cast?

What headcanons/theories do you believe fandom would invent about your character?

FANDOM:

What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else?

What feelings does your character most often instill in their fans? Affection? A desire to protect? Open lust? A love/hate dynamic? Why do you think their fans feel this way?

By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series?

What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?

What fan-material would exist for your character in fandom?

Is your character the subject of ‘imagines’ or ‘x reader’ style blogs?

Are there any tropes fandom would put upon your character, for better or for worse?

What would be the ‘incorrect but wildly popular’ interpretation of your character in fandom?

What corners of fandom would consider your character blorbo material?

SHIPPING:

What do you imagine the most popular ship(s) for your character would be?

Are there ship wars? Are they a popular character to ship, or the kind of character that gets shuffled off and away from shipping for whatever reason?

How does fandom characterize/mischaracterize your characters ship in fanworks?

If your character isn’t designed for shipping/isn’t interested in shipping, how hard does fandom have to mangle them to make them shipping material/open to a relationship?

Be honest. What song is playing over an AMV/tiktok of scenes between your character and their love interest?

What is the wildest crackship you can imagine for your character, whether in-universe or in crossover?

What is the quote between your character and their love interest/whoever they might be shipped with that their fans would latch onto?

What’s the discourse surrounding your ship?

#oc memes #askbox memes #ask memes #meta memes #shipping memes

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ifuckingloveryoshu · 5 months ago

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I said Id keep all murder on the warp express spoilers till 8/31 but. *BIG Spoilers FOR MURDER ON THE WARP TRAIN EXPRESS AND DISTORTION DETECTIVE*

I originally just wanted to make a horny post but here we are now, Don post. And keep in mind, all of this is speculation all hearsay and I have not read Don's book.

I might redesign and just redo my self insert oc for one if Bloodfeinds have a thing with masks and if the Pinky Finger has blood feinds? Its only heavy spectulation on my end given the scrapes and blood on the finer from Ryoshu's art. Unrelated but the mask make me thing about Jojo and the Pillar Men. Uhh, more speculation actually, maybe all Kindred in their culture, take the mantel of another role or face? For Don, its the valiant hero. With blood being part of their image, their goal is extending their influnce.

Go further, maybe the Mask and Rocinante can be related in the roles they want to play. The Barber was mentioned and I heard the original Don took the shaving thing used to collect hair from the barber and used it as a hat. I'm thinking for Casstti at least, the technology of that mask after getting enough blood would make him look all human.

From Distortion Detective Chapters 41 and 42 before they axed the series, here we have:

For context: Moses is talking to an older Bloodfeind in this fancy hotel because she wants Moses to murder her. For one, yeah they do feed on human but their not overtly evil? It's a hidden evil but tame for City standards. Elena was just a big exception but popular enough to give the whole species a bad reputation.

From Distortion Detective, we get the information that Bloodfeinds like keeping their numbers low.

There honestly must be cultural diffrences between blood feind populations of diffrent Districts. Don might actually be an Elder.

Also, it's not a new plot point with a bloodfeind who doesn't conciously know their a blood feind.

So does the Distortion inside bloodfeinds have to be awaken? I have no idea, but Rocinante seems to be Don's anchor.

When we meet another Bloodfeind, perhaps an elder one, it doesn't seem in the norm for Bloodfeinds in general to do giant blood bag and conversion things. This is a very hopeful reading of what can easily get retconed but my guess is Elder Bloodfeinds just drink a little bit and then normally let their victims go. But again, we never found out if this person was reliable or not because Project Moon discontinued Distortion Detective. Elena is an outliar among bloodfeinds and Casstti is put into a warp train as a blood feind, in an enviornment that gives as much blood as you want.

Wherever Casstti's from, he was running away to make his own 'kingdom' because where hes from was awful. He had no idea how the Warp Train would opperate. None of this was planned, everything was incidental.

My theory on the events: Cassetti hides in the freightcar to escape wherever he is from and hes been hiding there eversince to get enough blood to make his mask so he can blend in with the City residents, hide his bloodfeind features, maybe fuse with his mask. But, the bus woke him up and maybe he was spotted by the multi-armed fixers where he feels compelled to make Sasha a Kindred after her helplessness. Then our gang comes and fights him. Yeah. So many things to look forward to. And if the connection of the Barber in Don's story, a one off thing, Cassetti might be coming from P Corp. Two things i've just seen from Lob Corp's Shelter from the 27th of March and the Library Of Ruina Wiki:

We're off for a ride next Canto, that is certain. Thank you to anyone who decides to read this. If anyone else would love to build off this or correct me, that would be heavily appreciated.

#murder on the warp express spoilers #limbus company #murder on the warp #not ryoshu related

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months ago

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Creepypasta Masterlist Vol. 3

You all know the rules and so do I

References aside, the time has come to make a third installment to the crp Masterlist line! For context a post can hold 100 links before capping out, and each list is full/close to full.. that's insane, over 200 crp posts written over the course of a year (and some change)! Which.. isnt impressive given I've written nearly.. jeez how many posts? I know theres at least 300 from TADC-

Moving on, you all know the drill! This will be updated as needed until the 4th list is needed!

Remember to read the rules in my pinned before requesting!

You can find things such as tropes and fluff alphabets linked in the bottom of the Masterlist of Masterlists posts! Link in pinned AS OF MAY 24TH 2024 THIS LIST IS COMPLETE

MULTI

X dragon reader

X reader who owns a goose

X reader who sleeps in weird places

X reader who draws them

X reader who is half demon

X reader who knew them before their incidents

Laughing Jill, jane, and nina hugging hcs

Cuddling various crp characters 1/2

Lj and ej x reader on their period

Masky and Lj when the readers ex returns

Cuddling various crp characters 2/2

LJ and masky x reader who hums and taps

Various crp characters x reader: blanket thief

Slender and splendor x weird creature!reader

Various crp x transmasc!reader

Tim and Brian as step parents

Dating the proxies

Slender and splendor x sick reader

Getting masky and ticci toby snacks

Slender and splendor comforting reader

Kissing their scars (various)

Down time w/ jeff and toby

Toby and jeff x reader who has plushies

Toby and jeff losing the reader

Toby and jeff x reader who has a nightmare

Sharing the bed w/ various crps 1/2

sharing the bed w/ various crps 2/2

Gift giving w/ the proxies

Jeff and Toby's ideal partners

Date nights w/ jeff and toby

Dancing w/ various crps

Various x reader who is also a killer

Lj and ej x undead reader

toby ej ben x clumsy reader

Various crps x feral child reader platonic

LJ and slenderman x afab nonbinary reader

SLENDERMAN

Platonic slenderman x daughter!reader

General slenderman headcanons

SPLENDORMAN

Platonic fluff alphabet a h i

EYELESS JACK

Ej x reader who gets sick often

T H ♡ with EJ

Ej x reader wedding

Ej and reader raising twins

Ej x angel!reader

Ej x oc (raffle winner)

Platonic eyeless jack x feral child!reader

Eyeless Jack x forgetful reader

X reader who writes horror

X moth!fae!reader

Gift giving

X reader who eats flesh

ej x reader angst

LAUGHING JACK

T C J with LJ

LJ x reader who stutters and forgets words

LJ x reader who has hair like pinkie pie

LJ x trans ftm reader

LJ as child!readers imaginary friend

LJ x reader who loves the victorian era

LJ x imaginary friend reader

X princess reader

Comforting reader after an attack

MASKY/TIM

Tim x reader who dies during child birth

HOODIE/BRIAN

Tending to hoodies wounds

Hoodie cuddling hcs

Doing hoodies makeup

OTHER

Platonic toby x reader on their period

Platonic toby x kind and quiet reader

Platonic Nina and Jane x reader

Laughing Jill x plush doll!reader

More platonic nina hcs

Platonic jeff x male reader

Going to a concert with nina

Platonic nina x nonbinary reader

Role swap with ben Drowned and reader

Mini cuteness aggression hc w/ lj and nina (x reader)

Jeff x reader on their period

Ticci toby crushing on the reader

Dating nina and Jeff hcs

Bloody painter x model reader

Playing fortnite w/ toby

Jeff x horror writer reader

Warm bodied reader x ticci toby

Jeff x mean girl reader

Giving Jeff gifts

Ben x ghost computer virus reader

Jeff x reader who eats flesh

Jeff x vigilante reader

Face painting w/ sally

Jeff x deaf reader

Jane x fem satyr reader

Ticci toby x reader who eats flesh

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #slenderman x reader #splendorman x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #ben Drowned x reader #jeff the killer x reader #puppeteer x reader #zalgo x reader #ticci toby x reader

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starflungwaddledee · 10 months ago

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🕰️🩷🧋and 🥘 for starstuck Dee please and thank you.

[ >>> kirby oc ask meme <<< ]

🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

well i couldn't resist drawing it once i'd thought about it, so here she is! still pretty recognisable, but i think that large elements of her story and the suspicions surrounding her would be different, due to the fact that waddle dee/bandee is usually the one and only waddle dee. i think she'd still be found in a meteor crater at the edge of town by meta knight, but i think this time he'd bring her to bandee instead of president dedede, mostly due to the clear visual similarities. bandee would take her in instantly, and she'd follow him around the mechanic shop, learning to tinker and serving as his glorified assistant. learns to make really good apple tea instead of being a friendly chatterbox she would be shy and selectively mute, speaking out loud exclusively to bandee. though she still forms relationships with kirby and meta knight, i think that sadly in this world president dedede would frighten her, despite how highly bandee thinks of him 😭 at meta knight's suggestion, after he finds her squinting skyward on the roof at night a few too many times, she makes herself a pocket telescope for looking at stars and surveying the weather. she uses it to give bandee reports, which he discretely passes on to kirby and dedede for their races.

🩷 (Pink Heart) - If they were a Dream Friend, what would their moveset be like? How much HP do they have? Would they be a strong attacker, or would they take on more of a support role?

she would be a support role for sure, but i also can't resist also giving her some specialised abilities... > hp: small health bar, but practically immune to damage. will still die in insta-kill scenarios like lava or crush blocks > basic attack: if bandana waddle dee, meta knight, or king dedede are on the team she'll get a simple swing attack with a toy/training version of their weapon. if at least two are on the team, it's upgraded to an attack with a three-swing combo, and she'll alternate at random between which weapon she pulls > basic support: drawing magic from the environment around her or other allies or enemies present, she can give a wide variety of power effects. i previously said she'd give blustery and i stand by it, because even if there are no other elements around there's always air, but i think she could give the others too. she cannot attack with any of these herself > healing: under CPU control she'll focus on running ahead to pick up heal items, and bring them back. if everybody has full health, she'll actually store the item and bring it out later whenever anyone gets below half health; tdlx bandee style > meteor shower: this is a charge attack that starts with a 3 minute cooldown. after charging, she can use it by jumping in the air and pressing a multi-button combo, to avoid accidental activation. this is a full screen, crash-like attack with a shooting star visual, similar to team meteor. all on screen enemies defeated, and most bosses down to at least 1/3 health. > downed: unfortunately after using the charged attack she will drop her inventory, pass out, and need to be piggy backed for about 5 minutes if you want to keep her on the team (walking over to her will activate a 'piggy back' bar instead of the standard 'revive'). she cannot heal or give buffs during this time, but can be dropped by accident or when attacked, and can take damage that cannot be healed. if she makes it she wakes up at partial health, but returns to being invulnerable while conscious

🧋 and 🥘 both answered here!

#“i won't do any drawings for these” i said. you know like a liar. anyway #steampunk design you could NOT expect me to resist it. ghhuuhh.#this one got really long SORRY AUUGH but do you see my vision of her as a simultaneously really useful & really useless dream friend!!!!#especially love that she runs ahead and picks up all the food items. this is just the cheats way of getting free kisses and we all know it #anyway this was fun! i enjoyed these! i always enjoy thinking about movesets and such and breaking 'the rules' in games #why yes my oc CAN be a special little snowflake with special mechanics what of it. what OF it.#asks #starstruck dee #ask meme

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cinamun · 4 months ago

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cin how do you keep yourself motivated/not so overwhelmed doing a save with diff generations and multiple sims? i always struggle making it past generation 1

Friend, this is the reason why Indya's arc alone lasted SEVERAL years lol. I'm not really a legacy player or multi-gen player. I've preferred to just play out the faves but the faves became a story and now I'm in too deep I fear.

Take breaks and don't overwhelm yourself trying to put everyone in the spotlight. TFA took a month long break so I could just have some gameplay fun and will likely take another break if this new Murda Pack™ turns out to be any good.

I will get frustrated and overwhelmed easily if there are too many things happening at once so, I take it one arc at a time and try to keep the energy around no more than 2 or 3 OCs at a time.

You don't even have to "make it past gen 1" if you don't want to. Indya and Darren having children was never set in stone for me. It was just their drama but once I felt I couldn't twist it and turn it anymore, we landed where we are now with Hope and her siblings and now her children and family. I could have left it at Indya/Darren and kept coming up with shit honestly but that became boring for me personally.

Remember the importance of secondary characters or supporting roles. Not everyone is your star. TFA is one save with one family and every other sim that interacts with them is a supporting character. I stay motivated because I love that family (downnnnnnnnnnnnnnn) and they are really fun for me to play. Because I have aging and autonomy off in the TFA save, I'm not worried about any random babies or marriages fucking shit up (I voted control freak in that poll lmfao).

Anyway, its okay for your gameplay or story to revolve around a manageable number of sims while others just play the background. The very last thing you want is burn out, which is a very real thing for writers/gamers/artists/literally anyone.

This became longer than anticipated but I do hope some of that helped.

#asks #ts4 storytelling tips

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askeverybodyblog · 10 months ago

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Broadcast in three... Two.... One...

Alastor: Hello there humans and other species! My name is Alastor! The radio demon! Everybody and I come here to remove the boredom and talk about random things in the talking station. We joke, laugh and give out the speech! We also answer the question while in the broadcast! I call it "Multiverse Broadcast"! With this fellow!

Canon characters: *Waves*

Alastor and this other fellas!

Oc characters: *Cheers and waves*

Alastor: Enough said! We will come back again soon! Stay turned!

End of broadcast

#crossover blog #my muse #crossover #my oc #role play #alastor #multi verse broadcast #all muses & ocs #muse/oc speaks

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fordofthefalls · 5 months ago

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Ford of the Falls

(Commissioned art from a friend of mine, Nexvhex!)

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This is a Stanford Pines RP blog. I can interact with anyone and everyone. Feel free to tag me, or send me an ask! I'm happy to do whatever! I'll do both traditional third person role-play and interactions as if I were typing for the character, depending on your preferences. CROSSOVERS ARE WELCOME AS ARE OCS! (give me your OCs, I will eat them nom nom) (Mun is not a minor.)

This version of Stanford Pines is post-Weirdmageddon and mostly show/book canon, unless you wish to RP in another time frame. He's traveling the world with his twin brother. He also has an adoptive son.

THREAD REMINDER - Poke me here if I haven't responded to your thread, and you want me to. Just don't overdo it. :)

For those who aren't quite familiar with this character, he has six fingers on each hand.

Ford doesn't eat regular meals. Instead, he takes special supplements that he created himself so he can STUDY and INVESTIGATE MOOOORE!

He can be from any time frame! I can do pre-portal, while traveling interdimensionally, post-portal, anything! Just let me know.

I'm very picky with ships. I can multi-ship, but I'll most likely only pick a few and not go crazy.

Ford only sleeps three to four hours a night, sometimes not even that. Sometimes he looks a little tired, but he's energetic as ever.

Inventory:

Silver container with supplements

Extra pair of bifocals

Journal #4 - blue in color with a six-fingered hand on the cover, inside of which is the symbol of an oyster

Picture of Dipper and Mabel in breast pocket

Wallet, of course

Hi-tech Laser Gun

Magnet Gun

Polaroid camera

Slightly crushed bag of jelly beans

Small time travel device

Small black portable device Ford calls 'Fate's Leash'; only he and one other person know what it does. Might add Stanley as a secondary muse, if people are interested!

#gravity falls roleplay #gravity falls rp #gravity falls stanford #stanford pines #roleplaying intro

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sodalitea · 11 months ago

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I - Miracles of the White Nights [Il Dottore x Reader/OC]

For Valentine’s Day I’m sharing the first chapter of my longer fanfiction about Il Dottore and my Genshin OC Marie Snezhevna (this story can be perceived as reader insert type of thing; the characters' names play a big role in the plot and I decided to pick them by myself). In this chapter I have not provided the most detailed background of the current circumstances between Zandik and Marie, but I plan to do so in the future. I don’t really know if I’ll update it in any regular schedule, but for sure I’m going to continue this story. Meanwhile, enjoy!

TW: Minimally suggestive! Mentions of Marie's guesses about Dottore's true intentions. Summary: Small gestures make a big difference. Due to the long lasting effects of a serious argument with Il Dottore, Marie Shnezhevna gets degraded on the lower position in Haeresys despite being one of his most reliable workers in the lab. Three months later a ceasefire is established. Zandik finds surprising but efficient way to trick her into getting promoted again. Don't repost my artworks/writings please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. I am the author of both text and signature illustarion. ♡ English is my second language, there may occur some grammar issues!

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I - Miracles of the White Nights

“The days in Snezhnaya seem identical. Wherever you go, you will find your hair and eyelashes frozen. It's so cold that you have to keep moving your body constantly in order to survive, even in the properly chosen clothing. Everywhere you look, you'll be surrounded by the snowy desert. If you stray too far from human settlements, your eyes will be obscured by one of the sudden snowstorms. Bunch of snowflakes will cut into your face like tiny, marvelously crafted blades. Somewhere on the horizon you may spot the outlines of deep, impenetrable, coniferous forests. You will find it difficult to stand straight due to the violent blows of the whistling wind trying to bury you alive in the frosty grave. It's worth mentioning that the typical Snezhnayan days are rather short in comparison to local nights that can last even for months. This land is harsh, but it still possesses unique, raw beauty. Those cold nights offer truly charming views in the form of multi-colored aurorae you couldn't experience anywhere else in equally rich form. The artistry of almighty Cryo Archon is undeniable, only the canvas she uses to paint her abstract compositions are painfully fake. Of course, these aren't the only charms of the Ice Nation. This country is huge and full of contrasts. What may seem surprising is this special time of the year when the sun takes control over the sky completely, so it doesn't set at all. The local population describes this phenomenon as the "Miracle of the White Nights''. Over the course of four hundred years, one could experience many of them, but they could not compare to the fragrant, inflaming nights in the Nation of Wisdom.”

Zandik, as he wasn't holed up in the deepest dungeons of Haeresys, stopped next to one of the windows in the southern part of his mansion and locked his gaze on the distance. The scarlet irises wandered somewhere along the glittering horizon, seemingly without any specific goal as the Harbinger enjoyed pervasive silence. Since he got rid of the segments, it had been happening more and more often. Sometimes he was just trying to shake off a strange feeling of lightness inside his skull. He was fed up with everything. Exhausted with the amount of delayed work. Instead of dealing with serious matters, he wasted too much time on trivial affairs such as correcting the mistakes of people less competent than himself. For centuries he wasn't relying on his employees that much and now he was just even more disappointed with them. After all, they were only humans with ordinary lifespans, without the satisfying amount of experience that would possibly match the level of Teyvat's most powerful mind. Zandik felt frustrated by the lack of quick alternatives to slow down the pace of his own work. He was alone with all of the projects he started when his other selves were still present. By the time he still handled most of the things on his own in different forms, but for now he couldn't even rely on himself truly. This would be a disgrace to him if he addressed this issue to Pierro or their Archon, since for hundreds of years he had been an exceptional professional, the master of planning and reacting quickly to every breakthrough revelation. He was always a few steps before everyone. At this stage, it was not possible for him to return to such a tedious work alone. It would be much less problematic if only deadlines never existed. Escape in thought was his way to break away from the unfavorable situation at least for a short moment. His thoughts traveled to the place where it never snowed. To the forests that sheltered a much richer variety of living organisms. The days were longer there, and the hot nights often made it impossible to fall asleep. The scents in Sumerian air could effortlessly mess with the restless minds of angry young men living for some greater purposes… For the Second Harbigner of Shneznaya, looking towards Sumeru was an involuntary, bitter flirtation with his own past. Currently he was in a place so incongruous to his homeland, but it was the only nation that guaranteed him complete freedom and support in turning his wildest daydreams into reality. It was the only place in Teyvat that allowed him to prove himself the way he was. He had everything he wanted to continue his journey and test the ideas that many would not even dare to think about… And yet, somewhere in his suppressed consciousness, he understood perfectly well that even here he was just a stranger meant to simply play his part. This time, as the man continued staring out the window, he heard the echo of someone's slow footsteps on the marble floor behind him. He recognized the sequence of these steps extraordinarily well… Those were inimitable. If only their owner walked barefoot, she would reach him in perfect silence. The corners of the Doctor's mouth turned up involuntarily.

“Marie Snezhevna,” he said without even turning towards the woman. Instead, he laced his fingers together behind his back. “Is this an emergency? At this hour I would rather expect to witness your presence in the laboratory or in your chamber.”

His voice echoed crystal clear between the walls of the corridor occupied by him and his underling. As usual, the scientist chose his words in a stiff, somewhat archaic way. Although it added seriousness and supposed politeness to his overall image, he himself seemed distant. Despite Zandik's cold demeanor, his interlocutor did not feel rejected. She was used to talking to him. Marie's interactions with Il Dottore resembled rituals based on some unwritten rules which the main participants managed to learn over the last few years. If there was an ordinary side witness there, the said unrefined observer could experience the eagerness to say that both Marie and Dottore enjoyed engaging in these subtle games.

“I will leave immediately if I interrupted something important,” the woman replied calmly, keeping her demeanor professional. Zandik remained silent for a moment, giving her no answer. This made the woman sigh heavily before she turned her back towards him to fulfill her promise. The quiet rustle of her clothes alerted the Harbinger, who slowly turned towards her and squinted his eyes hidden under the raven mask.

“Stop.”

It was an order. Naturally, the woman immediately stopped and turned her face towards him, allowing him to continue his speech. After all, she had to respect his will. He cleared his throat, seemingly offended by the whole situation.

“You wouldn't come here without a reason. Besides, I don't think it's respectful to be in a hurry when you're talking to your boss.” Indeed, he had known her for a long time and he knew what he could expect from her. He had to play it cool, precisely because — since he had fully understood his own position over the last few months – he didn't want to miss the opportunity to finally talk to Marie alone.

Since he delivered the two gnosis to Tsaritsa, he cut off almost all forms of communication with his former main assistant except her reports on the progress of her research under his command. Although the heretical scientist usually didn't care about time, now it felt like the whole eternity had passed. A really strange thing. Deep down in his heart he was a simple coward, or maybe his unwavering patience was reasonable and had finally paid off as the woman herself announced her readiness for a face-to-face confrontation? Marie shrugged her arms and shifted her body weight to one of her hips before shaking her head, sighing again with a faint smile on her lips. It was an extremely familiar gesture, as if everything before had never had the opportunity to set them apart.

“Of course, naturally…” she looked up at him, and then her facial features softened noticeably. “I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. I really didn't expect this. Certainly not after I caused additional problems in a very crucial situation. I made it all about myself. I think you deserve an apology for what I said, when I stated that you're…”

“Your apology is unnecessary.”

The Harbinger made a gentle gesture with his hand to silence her. He didn't want Marie to take old skeletons out of the closet. He also did not want to elaborate more about the choice of his that had a negative impact on his daily functioning. He wasn't even bothered by the earlier behavior of his former assistant anymore. Even though he still couldn't fully accept what she truly meant back then, he understood her perspective on an intellectual level. During that mission, he was caught off guard by Kusanali and he just did what was necessary to succeed. However, he could have done it all more skillfully to minimize the unpleasant side effects of the special operation. However, he did not take this into account at the time, so he was delaying an adequate response to Marie's complaints. No honest apology passed his lips in ages and he wasn't very likely to utter that magical word anytime soon.

“Follow me. It will be much more beneficial,” he gestured and clasped his hands behind his back again. Then, he started moving further into the southern nave of the mansion. He walked leisurely, visibly waiting for Marie to go after him. True to his expectations, she caught up with him very quickly. When Marie glanced at his face from closer distance, she spotted his poor state immediately. He looked extremely tired and couldn't hide it even under the mask. His skin was paler than usual and it had a sickly greenish undertone. Exhaustion would explain his growing isolation in a convincing way. His own pride was his downfall. As they walked through the corridors in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside, Marie noticed that they were approaching the sector of private chambers. His intentions could be... everything and anything.

Dottore's supposed intentions caused Marie's consternation, but in order to avoid hasty guesses, she decided to keep all comments to herself. The time on his side teached her that the worst things were usually caused by the incorrect assumptions about his agenda. Yet, when Zandik started unlocking the door to his dorm, the woman cleared her throat quietly and took a step back.

“I'll wait outside.”

Slightly awkward smile appeared on her face. She received a reply in the form of a nod. It seemed that he didn't care about the goal that could stereotypically motivate any man to take a woman to his apartment. Overally, Zandik loved privacy, so Marie was going to respect that as well, leaving aside the obvious moral issues. The Doctor disappeared inside his apartment for around five minutes. When he came back, he handed her a small box wrapped in a papyrus. He had a gentle yet wry smile on his lips that only fools could trust. He warned the woman before she started asking him any questions.

“In Sumeru I managed to obtain some new chemical samples which I expect you to analyze, describe, and maybe even extract something completely new from them. I just require you to be extremely careful when handling them. I didn’t choose any intermediary, considering the high value of those resources… I'm strongly against unpacking them outside of the laboratory environment.”

“I see. I will do my best to keep them safe,” Marie took over the package with extreme caution. She seemed to turn pale when she heard a silent clink of glass under the packaging. She looked fearfully at the Harbringer, who rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, covering the lower part of his face at the same time. It took a lot of effort for him not to burst into manic laughter. Fortunately, Dottore was an excellent actor.

“This is another urgent project that has been delayed unexpectedly, so get on with it immediately… If you can make it this evening, I might even consider promoting you again.”

The man sounded as categorical as promising. Yes, exactly, it was a great idea for Marie to return to her previous position. Of course, if only that's what she wanted. Zandik just intended to convince her to do so, being fully determined to achieve the desired effect. Among all of his employees, he memorized cooperation with Marie as the most pleasant. Moreover, he could keep an eye on her constantly to avoid particularly embarrassing accidents involving her... This woman's reliability required appropriate supervision to shine fully.

“Promoting me, you say… For how long?” Although the woman turned it into a joke, she slowly moved towards the opposite side of the corridor, remaining very careful around the package received from her boss. Since Marie was cut from the same cloth as Zandik, she also didn't want to admit that she simply missed the infamous heretic's company. “Apart from formalities, I just wonder what it is. Naturally, I will prepare the report as soon as possible!”

The Harbinger watched as the woman took up her task. It was amusing to witness her curiosity and willingness to gain knowledge. In this particular case, he had a feeling that it would herald a real breakthrough in their united research.

“I'm counting on your expertise, Professor,” he added in Fontanian as she left, before the storm of woman's black curls disappeared from his sight. He expected very quick results from this long-awaited experiment.

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When Marie entered her study room in the lab, she put the package on the table and rubbed her hands together with excitement. Sumeru was the region with the best samples of poisons. What could be inside the parcel? Small colorful frogs for the production of poison darts, medicines and antidotes, rhizomes, roots, leaves, mushrooms, insects… The tropical jungle hid countless treasures and the fact that Il Dottore himself managed the trouble of obtaining raw materials was exceptionally valuable. Marie didn't know anyone who was more familiar with the local flora and fauna. She herself might not have even paid attention to some things during her on field delegations, but now she had the opportunity to learn something new directly from the mastermind himself. On top of that, he offered her another promotion. Wonderful. Low importance tasks weren't as fulfilling as experiencing the true science. After conversation with Zandik she felt extraordinary happiness that she had not expected to return these days. The way he referred to her as Professor scratched the right part of her brain a bit too pleasantly. She was more willing to try to forgive him for scaring her to death when he destroyed his segments out of nowhere. At the same time, was this really necessary to wait so long before handing her the new project?

The woman tied her hair back and put on protective clothing, quietly humming the first random melody that popped into her head. Then, she walked over the table and began unrolling the package. As soon as she saw its contents, she felt the wave of heat on her cheeks. This wasn't what she expected… She slipped the protective mask off her face in bewilderment, and then, with wide eyes, she began to look at the containers. The bottles indeed contained chemicals, but at first glance none of the substances had something to do with the poisonous flora of Sumeru. Those weren't even standard vials from Zandik's laboratory, but some colorful glass flasks decorated according to the Sumerian manner of design and sealed with appropriate labels. Marie sank heavily onto her stool and began carefully turning the bottles over in her fingers. Maybe… Dottore made a mistake or someone miraculously robbed him, replaced the original cargo and even managed to escape with his life? Sounds a bit too silly, but it was all just women's cosmetics. Nothing really valuable to the scientist.

Rose water, kohl, aker fassi and several niche perfume oils. What's more, at the bottom of the package there was an original Sumerian halva decorated with dried fruits.

Marie tried to maintain her denial, but instead of relief, she felt a pang in her heart. At this point her face felt as if she was on fire. If Zandik planned to give it to her right after he returned and her sulks prevented him from doing so… She felt so bad about herself. Willingly or not, she blinked her eyes a few times, as for a moment her vision became blurry. He had no reason to be so generous. Maybe it was a suggestion that he noticed her getting old slowly, or maybe she should just look for some specific, new purposes for simple household chemicals? Maybe the halva was poisoned or packed with elixirs he hadn't tested before? After all, Dottore always devoured it himself and he was reluctant to share it with anyone. Or maybe Marie was just overthinking at the moment and what Dottore really expected from her was terrifyingly simple. Was it that he wanted her to try those substances on herself, like she always used to do in her job? Zandik wished to see the effects of her work in the evening, which meant there was no time for typical scientific inspection… Marie had just enough time to do her makeup. It was exciting, moving and scary in its own way. It wasn't usual to get any prosaic, non-scientific gift from Zandik.

However, if this was the only requirement to restore the old order in the laboratory, Marie was willing to do it for both of them and touch the precious part of Sumeru that he brought to Snezhnaya for her. Soon the woman's green eyes got embraced by a beautiful dark frame. Her cheeks and lips got touched with the color of a pomegranate with a golden glow. She placed the sweet scent of honey, sandalwood and rose behind her ear. She cut the halva into pieces. For now she was almost ready to face him again. It was one of those white nights, when endless days asserted their domination over the lenghty times of darkness again.

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sundewhasaudhd · 2 months ago

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Hatchetverse moots with OCs, I call upon thee

Ok, so y’know this audio:

If you didn’t, you do now

So like, this with our Hatchetverse OCs

This is what I got so far:

“This is Aspen, they’ve murdered multiple people

This is TJ, she is usually ok, but every so often she just cries until she throws up

That’s Willow, she hates everyone, so if she like you, you can have her for free

(This spot is being saved for @lilacquintet [this totally isn’t me trying to peer pressure them into making a Hatchetverse OC they’ve been thinking about making, why would you say that /lh])

And this is Jack, he is a raccoon”

(Tagging the people who’s OC’s I’ve role played with, cause y’all get first pick

@wigglyobsessedweirdo @4rielle @legallypawsome @multi-fandomdisaster @ender-of-the-sender

@blue-razzslushie2 :3)

(TJ belongs to @beattlecub btw)

#hatchetverse #hatchetverse oc #aspen waylon #tj spankoffski #my moots

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soulprompts · 6 months ago

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Ahh, welcome back! I always get so excited to see you on my dash again! How about this for a request: kidfics! I want to write some domestic fluff involving OTP original kiddos, but I can't figure out how to go about it. Help me out? Thank you!

oh man i love this already! i'm gonna be presumptuous as all hell and assume you mean prompts in a more of a "starting off point" sense, but honestly, i'm a sucker for some domestics, so i may make some prompts in the roleplay sense in a while!

first of all, i love domestic stuff in general. and i write a multi myself with a tonne of original characters who are adopted by another OC of mine, so i have a tonne of drabbles and scenes, and one of my absolute faves is when the kids are trying to buy gifts for their parents. in reality this is obviously a very stressful thing, but in a writing context, i love it! mainly because you can play around with the concept of which child knows which parent the best, or the dynamics between the OTP, or the dynamics between the kids. "mom loves cooking, right?" "no, dad loves cooking, mom cooks out of obligation." or "i can't think of anything... dad likes sleeping... right? maybe a new pillow?" "...how sad is it that i think that's the best idea ever?" like the options are very open and easy to work with!

alternatively, if you want the parents involved more, maybe a family day out? a road trip is definitely one of my faves for that option, snacks, music, pit stops, destination, "are we there yet?" like you really have a lot of stuff there! bonus if the car breaks down. bonus bonus if they start bickering in the backseat. (again, reality vs. fiction plays a huge role here!)

another way to lean with this is maybe the siblings are trying to solve a mystery within the family. a strange phone call, a weird note, something off in the calendar. definitely plays more with the thinking of both siblings, whether they're logical or emotional, how they confront challenges, teamwork, all that fun stuff. maybe the mystery is boring as hell, but it gets amped up because of something else that's happening. a bad report card, a family argument, something negative that automatically skews the natural logic surrounding this mystery event and leads the siblings to making outlandish risks and decisions to resolve it.

aaaaand one more because it feels better to give four suggestions than three: you mentioned these are OTP kids, so maybe there's another kid on the way? the other suggestions all involve much more active storylines, but this one could go either way. the idea of the siblings doing homework or playing video games and just idly discussing baby names and favorite siblings and "will they be more like parent A or B?" and casual discussions of how to interact with the new sibling, like you could even have the parents cooking dinner in the background and dropping in a few bits of information to go with the discussion, yk? a more chill, laid-back, ordinary domestic event.

anyway i hope these are what you were looking for! i hope you have lots of fun writing the fics!

#cinnanon roll.#( my inherent flaw is that i could keep listing ideas but my rule is to give four prompts and at least fifteen rp prompts )#( it's a strange rule idk why i have it )#( but i hope these are what you were looking for!! )#not rp related #rp ideas #plot ideas

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readingreylo · 2 years ago

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The best Reylo Fanfics I read in 2022

(Not necessarily written in 2022)

My 2021 wrap up was such a hit I thought I would do another one! While I didn't read nearly as many fanfics this year, I did discover a few new authors whose bodies of work are just *chef kiss*.

(Don't forget to check out my All Time Favourite Fic list and my pinned post with all my rec lists!)

And in no particular order...

Similar Creatures by quamquam20 | @quamquam20 | Explicit | 36k | Complete | Historical AU | 1700s | Venice | Pretty Woman retelling | Sex worker!Rey | Mafioso/enforcer!Ben | "no kissing on the mouth" | Angst | HEA | Multi POV | "As the Hammer of the Medici, Benjamin Solatti has a lot of practice crushing dreams and wringing every coin from nearly empty pockets. Sent to Venice to collect on a debt, he doesn’t have time for pleasure. Nobody knows the winding alleys and canals of Venice quite like someone who works them. So when street-smart Rey notices a lost Florentine noble, she’s more than happy to offer her services. Worlds apart, they lead very different lives. Brought together by chance and an irresistible proposition, those same differences might be what tear them apart when their time runs out."

Happenchance by PurpleSugarQuills | @purplesugarquills | Explicit | 5k | Oneshot | Modern AU | Office Party | Mistaken Indentity | Mention of sex work | Rey POV | "When Rose hires an escort to be Rey’s date for their company’s fundraising event, Rey’s livid. Until… Well, until she spots him in the hotel’s lobby. Tall and gorgeous, with dark hair nearly brushing the collar of the suit he fills out sinfully well. Maybe Rey doesn’t hate Rose. Maybe she should write Rose a thank you note. Or, Rey thinks Ben is an escort. Ben is not an escort."

Here's to more amazing fics in 2023!🥂

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo au #reylo fic rec #jess made something

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