#oc romance meme

[necromatador]

Jaz and Alkimos romance chart memes! Jaz's song is Church by Fallout Boy and his flower is a dusty pink rose. Alkimos' song is Danger To Myself by The Unlikely Candidates and his flower is the white primrose.

Just because they're loyal to each other doesn't mean they aren't cool with having their own one-night flings. Or sharing someone for a night. They're not looking for serious romance other than each other though.

[urfriendlywriter]

smutty prompts cus u asked for it ;)

(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)

"that's my good girl."

when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]

"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."

their fingers curling into all the right places.

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]

your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."

^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.

"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]

their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!

^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.

^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]

their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

"eyes open. keep looking."

^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.

maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.

^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']

neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."

[thewizardhole]

[andminnequin]

I haven’t gotten to lesson 16 yet is this how it goes

[bookished]

( a collection of exes to lovers dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"I bet you think you can win me back, don’t you?" "Oh, I know I can. The question is, how long are you going to pretend you don’t want me to?"

"I can’t believe you’re still this cocky." "And yet, you’re still smiling at me."

"We shouldn’t be doing this." "Maybe. But doesn't that make it more fun?"

"This doesn't mean anything. We’re just… talking." "Funny, because you’re looking at me like it means a lot more than that."

"Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this a little too much?" "Because I’m imagining how good it’ll feel when you kiss me again."

"We’re supposed to be keeping things casual."

"You never could resist me." "Please, I’m resisting right now." "Your face says otherwise."

"You’re not supposed to still have this effect on me."

"Remember when you used to blush every time I touched you?"

"You’re flirting with me. Aren’t exes supposed to hate each other?"

"Why do you keep smiling at me like that?" "Because I know it still gets under your skin."

"We broke up for a reason." "Yeah, but that reason's not looking so important right now."

"You think you're irresistible, don't you?" "Well, I did manage to win you over once."

"You always did like playing hard to get." "Maybe I just don’t want to make it easy for you this time."

"I bet I still know all your weaknesses." "Not if I don’t let you close enough to use them." "Too late for that."

"You’re just trying to charm your way back in."

"Remember the last time we were this close?" "Don’t remind me. I’m trying to resist you." "And how’s that going?"

"If I let you back in, what makes you think things will be different this time?"

"You’ve still got that look in your eyes. The one that says you want me as much as you always did."

"You never learned how to stay away, did you?" "Not when it comes to you."

"You think you can just walk back into my life like this?"

"You’re way too comfortable flirting with me, considering everything."

"You're staring again." "I wasn't staring." "Oh, you definitely were. Don’t worry, it’s mutual."

"We said we wouldn’t do this again." "Yeah, but it’s kind of our thing, isn’t it? Breaking rules."

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter One

also on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find other chapters | warnings: pre- s1 (for now), profanity, mentions of death and addiction

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter One:

The undercity was certainly something.

Especially at night, when shadows extended their smoky tendrils to allow those dabbling in unsavoury business to lurk, gloomy buildings hiding things you’d be safer off not knowing within. People milling about, going about their private, dangerous business.

Water splashed across the street as your foot landed in a puddle, ankle twisting the wrong way as you tore through the filthy streets, enforcers hot on your heels. All this for heckling an officer? You clutched your shawl around you as the wind almost buffered it away.

It was ridiculous.

After bumping into a large man, a mother and her child, and knocking over a crate of sludge-y creatures, shouts trailing after you, you found an alleyway to disappear into. You scrambled up some wooden beams, eventually emerging onto the flat roof of the low, squatting building. You watched the idiotic Pilties run straight ahead, missing your small detour entirely, and scoffed, stepping away from the edge.

You turned, and made your way across the rooftops of Zaun. 

You’d reached an impasse. Well, not really- nothing a simple jump couldn’t fix. You squinted down into the dusty darkness of the narrow alley below your feet. This part of the undercity was silent- but you could hear the lapping water, and knew you were close to the river.

Vaulting over a concrete bar and pushing off with your feet, you landed on the other side of the gap with a thud. The roof shook, and you yelped as a tile slid off the edge, and crashed into the darkness.

Holding your breath, you heard nothing. The water continued to rumble. You turned to leave.

Until- 

“Fuck.”

You froze in horror. 

Creeping back towards the piped edge of the roof, weight on the backs of your feet, you peered into the darkness. The glowing end of a cigarette burned orange. You gulped.

A man emerged, stepping into your view. His brow was furrowed. Your hands were shaking. “I-I’m sorry!” You called out, and he scowled. 

“You nearly hit me!” He almost-yelled back. But taking a look at your face his expression softened. Against better judgement, you slid down the pipe, feet landing on the ground with an oof.

He looked at you, eyebrows raised. Someone in the undercity coming down to personally apologise for something like that instead of laughing in one’s face and running away was rare. He looked at the apologetic look on your face, and watched as you opened your mouth to speak while also stretching out your hand.

“I’m sorry…”

He reached for your hand too, ready to dismissively accept your apology and move on with his night.

“…But can I have a cigarette?”

His expression dropped.

You lazily took the cigarette from his hands and took a long, deep drag, tendrils of smoke curling from your mouth. At his frown, you moved it from your lips to speak.

“What? You don’t have herpes, do you? I’m not going to get it, am I?”

Wordlessly, he shook his head. You studied his face. Strong features, blue-green eyes. He wasn’t half bad looking.

I wouldn’t mind getting an STD from him.

Without a single reaction to your rather graphic thought you took another drag on the cigarette, before handing it back to him. “Thanks. Not everyone here knows that sharing is caring.”

He laughs, guarded, and then stops himself, surprised such a sound even came out at your words. You smiled at him sweetly. “And sorry for almost hitting your head and bashing it in with a tile. Though it wasn’t my fault, was it?”

“I suppose it was an accident,” he said stiffly, a strand of hair falling in front of his face. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his heel. “Miss…”

“[name]. Janna, I really needed to calm my nerves.” You stretched, arching your back like a cat, feeling the bones pop and muscles stretch deliciously. The man wet his lips, looking out at the street through the alley.

“And why would that be?” His voice was smooth. You readjusted your shawl. 

“Some enforcers were chasing me. The usual.” You let out a slow sigh, going to leave the alley without as much as a goodbye. He didn’t say anything, just watched you leave.

You planted a foot out into the street.

“That’s her!” 

You whipped your head around, watching a gaggle enforcers charging towards you. A scream tore from your lips you rushed back into the alleyway. The man grabbed you as you almost crashed into his chest.

“Fucking run!”

Shimmying up the pipe, you were back on the roof. You didn’t spare a turn to look back as your heavy lunges rattled the roofs, leaping over bars and gaps. You turned and saw an enforcer slip through a gap in the roofs, crashing into the street below. The man from the alley was just at your shoulder. Without a sparing a second you turned and left.

Once you were certain you’d lost the enforcers you stopped, chest heaving, and slumped onto the ground- roof- beneath you. The man stayed standing, eyeing you with an unreadable expression.

“Okay,” you gasped, turning over. “Now I’m actually sorry.” Coughing while trying to catch your breath you extended a hand. “Do you have water or something? I’m sorry.”

He let out a heavy sigh, not knowing how to behave in this situation as he took out a flask, crouching down and holding it out to you as you continuously mumbled apologies. You gulped down the water inside. “It isn’t poisoned, is it?” You sighed, wiping your mouth as you handed it back. He sat down as he took it, joining you on the slanted roof. 

“You only think to ask that after you’ve downed half the thing?” His voice was filled with amusement. You ignored him.

“I’m sorry, mister…”

“Silco.”

You stared at him as he took out another cigarette, patting his pockets for a lighter. Without a word you took one out, flicking it open and pushing down to activate the flame. You held it in front of his face. “I’m sorry, Silco.”

The cigarette lit up. You studied his profile, mainly the line of his sharp nose as he inhaled deeply.

“It’s fine. Why do you keep apologizing?”

“I got you involved in a chase with enforcers after almost dropping a tile on your head and taking your cigarette.”

“You didn’t have to take the cigarette,” he muttered, miffed. You ignored him, the lighter snapping shut. “And my plans for the night have been ruined…”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. He looked at you, chuckling. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, if you want.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Such generosity is rare.”

“Not generosity. Justice.”

He laughed again, at your dramatics this time as he rolled the cigarette in between his long fingers. “Right. Justice.”

“So, one favour.”

“That’s a dangerous offer, [name].” A thought struck him, and he furrowed his brow. “Don’t tell me you’re from topside.”

You stared at him for a minute, then scoffed. “Of course I’m not. What makes you think that?”

“Your naivety.” He blew smoke from his lungs, and you watched as it curled over the rooftops. “It’s not a good idea to go around offering favours to strangers.”

“I’m as much of a trencher as you are, Silco,” you scoffed.

At this, he suddenly grabbed your wrist. You stared at him in shock as his lip curled, expression furious. You blinked, unmoving. 

“Zaunite.”

“Wh-what?”

“Use Zaunite. Not the name they gave us.” His grip on your wrist loosened before falling away completely. You nodded.

“Right.”

It fell silent.

“And I’ll never cash in that favour.”

You tilted your head. “Why not?”

“Because, it’s a stupid idea. If anything, I’m doing you a favour.” Another drag. You turned over to look at the sky.

“Thanks… I guess?”

He chuckled again, smoke curling from in between his teeth. Your face felt warm. “You’re strange.”

“So I’ve been told. What exactly were the plans for your night that I so rudely ruined?”

He didn’t say anything.

“I hope you weren’t visiting a cathouse.”

He groaned, and you laughed, snatching the cigarette off of him. He didn’t stop you. “Certainly not. Not for the cats, at least.”

“The cats?”

“The women, [name].”

“Well, what else would you go there for?”

“You’d be surprised.”

You frown. “Right… so no prostitutes.”

“Definitely not. It’s an immoral practice.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “A trencher with morals. I see.”

“Zaunite,” he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, sucking on the cigarette. “Well, I don’t care. They’re just making a living.”

“And what would you consider immoral?”

You blew out a cloud of smoke, and for a moment you considered saying something that he’d agree with, racking your brains for an appropriate answer. He clearly hated topside…

“What those Pilties are doing. Their prejudice against us,” you said proudly. He gave a small laugh.

“Right. Everyone thinks that. Something unique, please.”

You stayed silent. “Well… I do believe capitalising on addiction is quite immoral.”

“Ironic, considering that cigarette you’re holding.”

“There are extremes.” Your voice was low, and it was clear there was a story behind the subject. He didn’t press you, simply watching you put out the cigarette on the tin roof, your appetite for nicotine crushed.

After a quiet moment you spoke. “My sister was pregnant. Some… drug lord got her hooked onto something.” You rested your head down. “It was dangerous. They don’t make it anymore.” He hummed silently. “I lost both her and the baby. And she was all I had left, so…”

“The father?”

You scoffed, and that told him more than he needed to know.

“That… drug… business owner… whatever he was- he didn’t need money. He was filthy rich,” you spat. “A-“ your eyes slid to Silco- “A Zaunite, hoarding money, sucking life out of his own people, and not sharing a single drop. I hate that bastard.”

“What became of him?”

“Business crushed, killed by enforcers.” Your response was curt.

He hummed. “Well, in that case, I certainly won’t go down that path.”

“…I suppose I won’t work in a brothel either.”

“Or own one,” he added. You laughed.

“Or own one.”

You sighed gently, standing up. “Well, I hope whatever business you missed gets resolved. Goodbye, Silco.” You made to climb down to the street.

“Wait-“

You looked up.

“You said you don’t have anyone. If you’re ever… looking for company, go to the Last Drop. Tell the bartender you’re looking for Silco.”

Your eyes enlarged as you stowed the name in your memory. “The Last Drop,” you repeated, then nodded.

“Goodbye, [name].” 

You smiled again, and dropped down into the crowd.

When you looked back up to the sky, to the roof, he was gone.

-

[hee-blee-art]

the only trio dynamics that matter:

third wheel / cheerleader who's just kinda there

and innocent bystander to homoerotic violence

bonus points if they're both at once

[image IDs: two digital drawings featuring simple characters, one purple, one blue, and one red. in the first, purple holds and umbrella over the three of them as red and blue make out. in the second, red and blue are embracing and staring intensely into each others' eyes while covered in blood, and purple is walking by surprised in the background while eating a meatball sub. end ID]

[caemidraws]

The poses that Mars is constantly making while contemplating life are just so relatable to me (we literally have the same exact poses and expressions and I find that wonderful)

Ty for the ask anon I made you a bad collage

[selenekallanwriter]

Every single time

[mychemfan]

IT'S REAL EVERYONE REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG

[art-by-ady]

🐻 Because Carmila chose the bear. Untamed, vigorous and… large.

Zoomed in shenanigans below ⬇️

*edited some images, spotted a typo 😑

[urfriendlywriter]

20 cutee summer prompts for couples:

(feel free to use! req by @stasyalovem tag me when u all writeee<33) (listen to espresso by sabrina while reading this kekeke)

beach dates!!

^ tackling and splashing water at one another at the beachhh

going on picnic dates (me when kekeke)

wearing sun-dresses and your partner absolutely can't get enough of it. ♡

cycling at sunset togetherrrr

dancing around a bonfire <3

laying on their chest while watching the sunriseee (honestly, manifesting this for me n mr. japan in the future)

laying in bed all dayyy together with fans on

going out to get ice-cream at 2 am (this has got to be a love language)

barbecuing / grilling meat togetherrr

when one loves to cuddle and the other hates feeling sticky

unwinding by swimming together at night (tsitp vibes ikik)

"i know the weather is hot, but you're so much hotter, babe" ".... why did you have to be so cringe--"

when they wear tank-tops while doing manly labor and you're just there admiring the sight :)) omw to ask mr. japan to do this and seduce me haha..

accidentally going to a horrendous summer party and finding each other and going, "we gotta get outta this!"

^ "should i fake collapse? u do cpr then lift me, then we'll make it to our car!"

"why won't you hug meee?" "sweetheart, i love you, but you're sweaty and disgusting!!" "ok then join the club, let's be sweaty and disgusting togeth-" *gets smacked on the face by a thrown pillow*

watching movies all night longgg

sprawling on the floor like a starfish in the middle of the living room with all fans at high speed

summer person x winter person- "ahhh i love the sun, my god, look at the sky, it's beautiful-" "*mimics* my god, look at the sky, it's-- my ass. i hate this. ahhh, i hate this."

[an-established-butt-dent]

Wanderer

[junie-junette]

I saw this meme and directly thought about them ! But I liked it a little too much so... In the end it's a "kinda meme redraw but more serious and soft" ! Cesar doesn't really need a blanket, he's got his werewolf boyfriend ! I hope you'll like it !

[quiddling]

here is a skeleton… hope it doesn’t scare you away…bitch

[cosmicwhoreo]

Cookie oc romance chart meme

I hwas bored and currently going through an art rut, a'ight?

I wanna do more with me other cookies, like Prawn and Walrus. But I just did these first cuz they're the only one's I have a real idea on for their romantic inclinations. Blank under the cut