#still open for crack prompts btw

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #105

Danny knew he wasn’t from this dimension. He wasn’t sure how he knew but it was something that he felt deep in his core that was true. Something’s just didn’t feel right sometimes and it also felt like the things that were happening were off or wrong somehow. His parents on his 15th birthday came out to tell him that he was adopted and that just cemented the feeling that he wasn’t from here. He goes to Ghost Writers library to look for anything that could help him and he finds a summoning request, basically you can request that someone summons you as long as you’ve got a vague idea of who it is. Danny asks to be summoned by his birth father.

Pick anyone from DC to be his dad but ima go with Batman for this example just because it’s Bruce LMAO. Batman suddenly gets a piece of paper that requests him summon the Ghost King and while everyone is terrified about what such an entity want’s especially since it’s Batman. Everyone is further confused when a teen gets summoned and looks around the room at all the superheroes in awe.

[lightseoul]

16 please 👀

Congrats btw for your 2K milestone!! 🎉 WAHOO

number 16, coming right up! thank you for playing and for the congratulations, lovely <3 i hope this one makes you laugh!

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

16. "I WANT TO GO HOME TO MY WIFE." (0.7k)

it’s probably by the tenth sigh of the night—not that anyone’s counting—that poor kaminari finally snaps.

“seriously, dude?”

bakugou, who’s seated across from him with kirishima and sero adjacent to the both of them, only lazily raises an eyebrow in question.

at that, the electric hero pouts. “at least try to pretend you’re having fun.”

a few feet ahead of them—the men collectively chose to be seated at the back of the small dive bar despite kaminari’s protests—the stand-up comedian currently doing a set cracks another joke. an undercurrent of laughter flows across the room, but none of the four contribute to that.

“sorry, denki,” sero starts, a not-so-apologetic expression plastered on his face. “i’m with bakugou on this one.”

the slim, ebony-haired man glances at the stage, “the jokes aren’t landing for me either.”

“aww, come on, you guys!” kirishima, the ever-unfailing saint that he is, pipes up with a borderline overcompensating grin. “let’s just stay for a while longer for denki, alright?”

sero shrugs in response, but turns in his seat toward the stage anyway. bakugou, on the other hand, only grumbles before reaching for his phone in his right pocket.

thumbing his password under the table, his fingers click on the messages app, then to his number one favorite contact.

for a second, he debates whether or not to shoot you a text. you were so excited to finally get started on that anime you’ve been meaning to watch, that you almost seemed like you didn’t care that he was leaving you home for the night to hang out with the guys.

biting on his lip, he absentmindedly goes through your last exchange before finally deciding fuck it.

while typing out a well-crafted message, his eyes dart between his screen to his friends then back down again, trying to seem inconspicuous.

the last thing he needs is for the bored tape hero to tease him with that annoying ass shit-eating grin of his.

reading through it one last time, bakugou finally presses the send button.

much to his delight, it doesn’t even take you a minute to reply.

(8:43 PM) baby 🧡: heey! i’m still watching—am on episode 5 now. hbu? aren’t you busy with the boys?

the smile he wasn’t aware he’s been sporting immediately drops when he’s reminded of the predicament he’s in. peering back up at the front, he has to fight the groan that threatens to bubble from his mouth when another performer goes up.

oh, well. at least you’re texting him right now.

he quickly types out his response.

(8:45 PM) me: Busy being fucking tortured. This is the worst night ever.

“yo, bro, who got you smiling like that?”

bakugou whips to glare at the culprit, who’s now wearing the very same shit-eating grin he’s just been thinking about avoiding a few moments ago.

pocketing his phone, bakugou snarls at the man. “shut the fuck up. all that doom-scrolling is rotting your fucking brain.”

“i think you getting the reference says something about you, too, bakubro,” kirishima offers from beside him.

bakugou shoots the redhead a menacing scowl, which the unbreakable hero accepts in stride.

“are you guys even listening?” comes kaminari’s whine.

“sorry, denks,” sero replies, before turning to regard the rest of the group. “i thought we agreed to stop doing these guys’ night outs? none of us are as good at planning get-togethers as mina.”

at that slightest bit of opening, bakugou takes the opportunity and moves to stand up, grabbing his wallet and car keys before inserting them in his back pocket, surprising the three men.

before any of them can say a single word, though, bakugou tries to shrug nonchalantly, muttering his simple explanation.

“what was that?” came sero’s teasing tone.

“i want to go home to my wife, idiot,” bakugou barks before he can stop himself.

at that, kaminari finally throws his hands up in defeat.

kirishima only shrugs himself, “that clicks.”

while the menace snickers. “simp.”

[daisymbin]

hiii!! can I get request #25 angst with wonwoo? thank you so much!! btw you're such an amazing writer 🩷🩷

thank you cutie!!!! 🤍

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angst prompt #25: "how could you keep this from me?"

you were sitting on the couch when you heard the front door slam open, followed by hurried footsteps. your heart skipped a beat as you froze, your mind struggling to make sense of the situation. wonwoo. he was supposed to be gone for another two weeks—why was he back so early?

there he was, standing in the doorway with a look of frantic concern etched across his face. his eyes immediately scanned the room before landing on you, sitting there in the dim light, a bandage wrapped around your arm.

“what happened to your arm?” his voice cracked slightly as he stepped into the room, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. “why didn’t you tell me?”

you looked up at him, startled by his sudden arrival, and the guilt hit you like a wave. "wonwoo, i—" you began, but the words seemed to catch in your throat.

he took a few steps closer, his eyes full of hurt and confusion. “jeonghan told me,” he said, voice steady but filled with an edge. “he said he drove you to the hospital earlier this week. why didn’t you tell me?”

you winced as you shifted slightly, the pain from your fractured arm a dull reminder of what you’d been trying to hide. “it’s not a big deal,” you said quickly, avoiding his gaze. “it’s just a little fall. it wasn’t worth worrying you over.”

wonwoo’s face hardened, his jaw clenching. “a little fall?” his voice was low, but there was an underlying anger in it. “you’re telling me that you—you—broke your arm and didn’t think it was worth telling me?”

you swallowed, trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill. you hadn’t meant to upset him, hadn’t meant to make him feel this way. but now, with him standing here, looking at you with that hurt expression, it felt like the world was crashing down.

"wonwoo, i didn’t want to make you worry," you said softly, voice trembling. "you were already so busy with work. you had so much to focus on. i didn’t want to add to it."

wonwoo shook his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "are you serious?" he asked, his voice rising. "do you really think that’s how this works? that i’d rather not know? that you’d rather handle something this big on your own?"

you flinched at his tone, the sting of his words sinking deep. "i didn’t think it was that big a de," you whispered, guilt washing over you. "it was just a stupid mistake. a fall."

"it’s not about the fall," he snapped, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger. "it’s about you thinking you had to handle it alone. alone, when you know i’m always here for you. do you really think i wouldn’t care about something like this? that i wouldn’t want to be there for you? how could you keep this from me?"

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you looked down at your bandaged arm, guilt gnawing at your insides. you didn’t want to make him feel left out or unimportant.

"wonwoo, i didn’t want to burden you," you murmured. "i didn’t want you to feel like you had to drop everything just because of something small. you’ve been so focused on your work, and i didn’t want to be the reason you had to come back early."

he stared at you, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep breath. for a moment, the anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by an overwhelming sense of disappointment. “you think this is a burden? that me being there for you would be a burden?” his voice was softer now, though the hurt was still evident in every word.

you met his gaze, your own eyes filled with regret. "i just thought i could handle it on my own."

wonwoo stepped closer, his expression softening, but there was still a trace of sadness in his eyes. "but you’re not alone," he said quietly, almost like a plea. "you don’t have to handle everything by yourself. not when you’ve got me. and you especially don’t have to keep things like this from me."

the words hit you hard, like a punch to the gut. you hadn’t realized until now just how much he must’ve been worrying about you, even while he was away. he wasn’t just your boyfriend—he was your partner, your best friend, and you’d shut him out when he should’ve been the first person you turned to.

"i’m sorry," you whispered, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. "i just didn’t know how to tell you. i didn’t know if you’d think i was being dramatic or if you’d blame yourself for not being here."

wonwoo sighed deeply, stepping closer to you, his hand gently resting on your uninjured shoulder. "don’t apologize," he said softly. "i’m just... i’m just hurt that you thought you had to hide it from me. you should’ve told me. you should’ve trusted me with it."

you nodded, wiping your eyes quickly. "i know. i know i should’ve. i just... i didn’t want to worry you."

he gave you a small, almost sad smile. "i’d rather you tell me, even if it’s something small to you. because to me, nothing you go through is small."

for a moment, you both just stood there, the weight of everything between you settling in the silence. there was no easy way to fix the hurt you’d caused, but you knew one thing—next time, you wouldn’t keep anything from him.

"i’m sorry," you said again, your voice quieter this time.

wonwoo sighed, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "you don’t have to keep apologizing," he murmured. "just promise me you’ll tell me next time."

you nodded, a small smile breaking through the guilt. "next time," you promised.

[sun-kissy]

hi!! so for your Christmas sleepover (which is so cute btw) can i do 🧸 with Remus and the prompt 'just tell me!'

thank you for the request, angel! here’s your teddy bear :) 🧸

cookies | r.l.

— “Just tell me!”

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus tries to surprise you for christmas, and fails

tw: fluff fluff fluff <3, remus is boyfriend material. actually remus is boyfriend.

You let out a soft groan, flopping onto your side as another thud resonates from downstairs. Your mind feels muddled with sleep. You instinctively reach for your boyfriend, arm outstretched as you pat down the mattress beside you. There’s nothing to your touch but empty space.

Remus’ absence adds to your sleep-addled confusion. There’s one more loud bang from somewhere in the house, jolting you awake. You roll onto your back, grunting as you sluggishly pull yourself up into a sitting position.

You crack your eyes open to the darkness of your room, trying to rub the sleep out of them. The blanket you were cozied up in pools at your waist, chilly air immediately stinging your skin as though it had been waiting to strike.

Metallic, clanging noises continue to reverberate off the walls. You think you hear some silent cursing too.

Sighing irritably, you drag your blanket off the bed with you, pulling it over your shoulders as you stumble out the room. The night before Christmas and you still couldn’t get uninterrupted sleep — you thought Santa might have been nicer to you.

You tiptoe down the stairs, remembering the faulty heater in your living room; tug the blanket tighter around yourself. The festive green garland twined around the staircase railing looked silver-streaked, reflecting the soft light from the kitchen.

You peer around the corner, blanket trailing behind you like a cape as you inch closer towards the kitchen. You involuntarily grimace as a strong stench wafts your way. It had hints of smoke, as though barbecued. Maybe even burnt.

You’re too drowsy to panic about the house burning down, but awake enough for your heartbeat to start picking up the pace.

Sneaking your hand out from under the cocoon of blankets, you curl your fingers around the cold metal of the knob. You’re beaten to it by the person on the other side of the door.

It’s the curls which you catch sight of first, followed by his lovely brown eyes peeking out — then widening, from behind the door.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Remus mutters as he quickly steps out, casting backward glances as though someone in the kitchen was holding a gun to his head. “What are you doing up?”

He hurriedly closes it before fully turning to you, instantly softening at how endearing you looked. Sometimes, he wonders how he got so lucky, and you chide him till he admits that he deserves you. Right now, he could see how close you were to falling asleep right then and there — too close to berate him, close enough to look like an angel worth falling in love with all over again.

“I could ask you the same —“

Remus cuts you off mid-sentence, stepping forward to cup your cheeks and kiss you. You indulge him. He smells nice, you note. Like chocolate and peppermint.

He pulls away but doesn’t let go, sliding his hands around the back of your neck to rub comfortingly at the nape.

“So,” you start again, already visibly much happier and awake, “why are you not in bed?”

He sighs and shrugs, trying, but failing, to look nonchalant. Something in his heart tightens as you tug the ends of your blanket closer to each other. He presses a kiss to your blanket-laden shoulder, smitten. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“And you decided to come down to the kitchen to do… what, exactly?”

“Oh, nothing much,” he shrugs again. “You know, just cleaning up a little bit.”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “You needed to wear an apron for that?”

“Oh, um — well,” he looks down at his apron, chuckling sheepishly as he looks back up at you. “I mean, yeah. You know how much I hate the dust and stuff getting on me.”

“Right, right,” you mutter, squinting as you step closer and rake your eyes over him. Ah ha. There’s flour dusted on the top of his shoulder, and you’re quick to swipe some of it onto your finger. “This is said dust, huh?”

He looks down at your finger, struggling to keep a straight face upon seeing the white powder. “Mhm.”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying, I swear,” he grins upon seeing your frown, leaning forward to give your nose a peck.

You swat him away. “Yes, you are. Tell me what you’re up to.”

“I’m not up to anything, pretty girl,” he mutters as he moves up to kiss the soft spot under your eye.

You try to back up, but he takes your wrist and pulls you closer. At this point, you’re fighting to keep the smile off your face. “Just tell me!”

Remus chuckles. Like the flirt he is, opts to avoid the question and capture your lips in a kiss instead. You involuntarily lean in.

“If you’re trying to distract me,” you mutter in between kisses, “it’s not working.” You feel his smile on your lips.

He pulls away slightly to rest his forehead against yours, hands going up to thumb at your cheeks. “You really wanna know?”

You decide to change tactics, putting on your best puppy eyes and pout as you look up at him. You nod, and Remus’ heart melts in record time.

“Okay, well,” he sighs. “You know those choco chip and peppermint cookies you really like?” He lets go of you to push the door open. “Since tomorrow’s Christmas, I was trying to, you know… bake them for you.”

You feel your heart soften at his words, beaming up at him as you enter the kitchen. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he smiles bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “But um…” he gestures at the state of the kitchen.

You turn away from him to look around, your exhale coming out on a giggle. The place was a mess. A few batches of burnt cookies on the counter, flour here and there, broken egg shells scattered all over the floor. You can’t wipe the smile off your face. “You did this for me.”

He laughs quietly. “Mess the kitchen up? Sure, I —“

“Fuck the mess, Rem. We’ll deal with that later,” you grin, lovestruck. Suddenly it feels like the first time you're meeting Remus, and you're falling in love with his softness all over again.

“You're such a sweetheart. Thank you," you gush, leaning over to peck his cheek. He smiles like the mess was all worth it for a kiss.

“Well, I tried.”

“And you tried spectacularly,” you smile encouragingly as you go over to inspect the burnt batch. “They’re actually not that bad, just a little burnt is all.”

“You’re an awful liar, do you know that?” Remus huffs as he comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

You giggle. “Better than you anyway,” you tilt your face to nuzzle his nose. “Why don’t we clean this up, and tomorrow we can bake the cookies together? I’ll even let you tell James you made them yourself so he feels jealous.”

He laughs and rubs your hips adoringly. “Sure thing, dove. Just let me obliviate you tomorrow, so I can surprise you too.”

“That is not happening!”

Remus assures you that he was not going to wipe your memory. You shrug your blanket off, and the two of you get to cleaning the kitchen in between kisses, laughter, and handfuls of flour hurled at each other. It was the perfect start to Christmas.

san’s christmas sleepover

[mooniedust]

Hii!! I recently read your prompts and when i tell u the emotion in ur writing is beautifully RAW i love it 😭😭

I had an idea for a bot like, user is somehow friends with Thanos before and during the games, and they're like complete opposites not relatable to eachother in any way other than possibly their dark humor 😭

like i can just imagine Thanos cracking the most horrible, terrifying and disgusting but also extremely funny joke that ur laughing with tears holding ur stomach 😭

i'd love seeing this on janitor bc c.ai is not even letting people ask a bot "hi how r u" 😭 btw this is just a suggestion u dont have to do it if u dont want to

I hope u have a good day or evening or night!! Byee!! 🩷🩷🩷

Note: So, I wrote the prompt (Still working on the bot) you wanted, but I made some changes. In my vision, Thanos wouldn’t be an open person, he wouldn’t be the type to let people into his life or be sentimental. Instead, I leaned heavily into his defense mechanism of gossiping and making a few jokes here and there. He’s not as clueless as he might seem, like in the series, because, in my view, all of that stems more from the effects of addiction and drugs. It’s his way of forgetting that his life is a complicated and that he got himself into a mess, thinking it would bring pride to the people he cares about.

He and you, in this case, are friends, but he doesn’t let you or anyone else in his group delve too deeply into sentimentality. He thinks sentimentality is something for weak people and has no place in his life, especially considering he’s a famous person and all the other yap yap yap-and his sense of humor is kind of…sorry if I strayed too far from what you wanted!!!!

TW: Graphic depictions of violence, death, gore, emotional manipulation, drug references, sychological tension and toxic behavio

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

The echo of her laughter still lingered in the arena, cruel and taunting, as if it refused to fade, leaving behind a haunting reminder of what had been. The silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the sharp mechanical whirr of the giant doll, its cold, unblinking eyes tracking every movement with deadly precision. The girl—number 196—lay sprawled on the ground, blood pooling from the gruesome wound in her head. The metallic scent of death mixed with the acrid smoke of gunpowder, the faint tremor of chaos still rippling through the air. The eerie lull of the children's music continued to play, as if this carnage were but a trivial side note in the twisted symphony of the game.

Thanos stood beside you, his eyes fixed on the fallen bodies and the growing pile of money. He wore a smile that bordered on boredom, an indifference so complete it seemed to define him. He exhaled slowly, almost in mockery of the death around him. The drugged haze of the moment blurred his sharp edges, making everything seem distant and detached. To him, this wasn’t a scene of violence; it was a waiting room for something more… interesting.

You stared at him, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief rising within you. His callousness was suffocating, his smile a twisted mockery of the lives lost. The fact that he seemed unshaken by the brutality unfolding before you made you sick. You opened your mouth, your voice trembling with both rage and helplessness.

"You flirted with her, made her move, for God's sake… and now she's dead. Don't you feel anything?"

Thanos blinked slowly, his smirk widening ever so slightly, amused by the intensity of your response. His eyes glinted with something dark, almost playful.

"Flirted? Oh, you know how it is, little mouse. I gave her a little attention… but she didn’t know how to play the game. Don’t blame me for that." He shrugged casually, his smile never fading. "I even thought she was cute, with that silly little grin and big ass, bro...the view was so hot, but, I don't know, you can't expect much from a head so empty. The game’s like that. If it wasn’t her, it would’ve been someone else. But hey, maybe she’s in a better place…or not."

You could feel your blood boil at his words, but before you could unleash the storm of anger brewing inside you, the doll's voice cut through the tension—sharp and unforgiving.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the scene unfolded, the stillness swallowing everything around you. The dim, oppressive air of the resting chamber felt like a prison. Thanos, however, was unbothered, his presence like a strange comfort in the chaos. He sprawled across the bed, as if the carnage had been nothing more than a dull distraction. His expression was one of disdain, boredom even, as though he were the king of a world that no longer held any mystery.

You moved closer, your emotions roiling within you, the instinct to confront him rising like a tidal wave. But his casual attitude, his detachment from the horror around you, made something inside you twist. You had never met someone so indifferent, so cold, yet so utterly magnetic. The way he took pleasure in life’s darkest games left you confused and disgusted, but also strangely drawn to him.

"Don’t you ever regret it, Thanos?" you demanded, your voice thick with frustration. "How can you be so… cold? You flirted with her, and now she’s dead, and you just—What? You don’t feel a thing?"

Thanos turned his head slowly, meeting your gaze with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His smile was lazy, full of amusement, as if he found your outrage nothing more than an inconvenience. He tilted his head, as if your question were absurd, and spoke with an unsettling calm.

"I didn’t shoot her, did I?" His words were dripping with nonchalance, as if the point were far beneath him. "You wound me, little mouse. I’m just a guy who knows how to enjoy life, take what I want. Not my fault if she couldn’t play. The game is ruthless. If it wasn’t her, it would’ve been someone else. Maybe she’s just in a long line of…unfortunate soulmates."

Your chest tightened, your breath quickening, but before you could answer, the room seemed to shrink with the weight of his indifference. The violence, the blood, the suffering—everything felt like a backdrop to his sick amusement. He watched you, eyes twinkling with something like challenge, as though he were daring you to see it his way.

You leaned forward, trying to meet his cold gaze with something of your own, but his presence was overpowering, making you feel smaller than you wanted to be. You didn’t understand him, yet something about him called to you, like a fire that you couldn’t help but want to touch.

"You’re a monster," Your voice was steady now, though it trembled with the weight of your words. "But you’re a monster who knows how to hide it with that mouth filthy with acids."

Thanos chuckled, a low, dark sound that seemed to vibrate through your bones. He stretched out on the bed, almost leisurely, the smile on his lips widening in satisfaction. He was enjoying this, enjoying you. There was a darkness in him that was both chilling and irresistible, and it made you question everything you thought you knew about him.

"A monster?" he repeated, the word tasting sweet on his tongue. "I guess that’s one way to put it. But let’s be real, mouse, I’m irresistible, aren’t I? You know it. Don’t deny it." His voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. "The question isn’t whether I’m a monster… it’s whether you’re strong enough to resist me. Or will you finally give in?"

You stepped back, your heart pounding in your chest. His words lingered in the air like a poisoned temptation, his gaze never leaving you. The pull of his presence was undeniable, magnetic, and for a moment, you wondered what it would be like to succumb to it, to lose yourself in the darkness he offered.

But you fought it, shaking off the unsettling thoughts.

"Don’t flatter yourself." You forced the words out, but even to you, they sounded hollow. "You’re just a dangerous game."

Thanos’s grin only grew, his eyes flashing with something deeper, darker. He knew exactly what effect he had on you. He knew you were already trapped, whether you admitted it or not.

"Fool you?" He shook his head, a smug smile on his face. "I don’t need to fool anyone. I am who I am, and you know it. The only question is: will you resist? Or will you give in? I swear, I’ll enjoy seeing what you decide."

You swallowed, the tension in the air thickening.

Thanos was still smiling, a mixture of fun and malice in his expression, his relaxed posture contrasting with the growing tension. The silence between you was heavy, and you felt the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. But Thanos, always one step ahead, seemed to be enjoying your anxiety even more than anything else. He stretched his arm to the side, his fingers playing with the cross necklace hanging around his neck, the chain gleaming in the dim light. The cross seemed to have a very different meaning to him, something you were starting to understand.

"So, what’s it going to be, little mouse?" Thanos asked, his voice gently provocative. He leaned forward once more, his eyes glowing with a silent promise. "Will you stay there, resisting, or will you give in to the fun? I know what you’re thinking… And if you want to forget all this chaos for a while, well… I have some pills here on my necklace that can help."

He let the necklace drop slowly in front of him, the movement slow and deliberate, as if savoring every second. The small, colorful pills were tied to one end of the chain, gleaming with an unsettling intensity. It was hard to know exactly what he was offering, but the invitation was clear.

"Let’s stay together and make time slow down a bit, little mouse. Some fun…Just you and me, the pills, and the game."

You, sensing the weight of Thanos' offer, paused, yet the allure of unraveling the depths of this game proved irresistible. Finally, you spoke, your voice hushed, a tantalizing blend of simmering anger and unspoken curiosity:

"I’m not sure what you seek, But if this is some sort of test, know that I won’t fall so easily."

Thanos let out a soft chuckle, a low, velvety sound laced with amusement, as if the game had finally taken an enticing turn.

"It’s no test, little one." His voice was a smooth, almost melodic whisper, dripping with honeyed temptation. "Only an invitation to indulge in a bit of… pleasure. And trust me, I know how to make things… exquisite. Step into the world of Thanos, won’t you?" With deliberate grace, he held the pills between his fingers, letting them linger before placing them on his tongue, raising an eyebrow, his gaze smoldering with a suggestive glint that pierced through you.

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

i said "weskennedy stranger enemies to lovers whump fic" and did not look back and somehow the nonsexual intimacy of it all is far far more naked and smutty than any actual smut i've written

His lips are dry and cracking, breath whistling through a dry mouth and nose. Wesker carefully gets behind him and pulls at his shoulders, maneuvering a limp Leon until he’s propped against Wesker’s shoulder, head rolling against his neck. Satisfied that he’s upright enough that he won’t choke, Wesker settles a hand on his jaw and uses his thumb to press Leon’s mouth open. Leon shudders, a full-body thing that Wesker can feel travel from his head down his spine. He yanks in a sharp breath through his teeth, chin jerking in Wesker’s palm as he tries to evade the touch. “No,” Leon whines. “No…” “Drink,” Wesker says calmly, holding Leon’s head still. “It’s water.” Leon squirms in his hold, teeth and tongue pressing against the tip of Wesker’s thumb as he swallows and tries to close his mouth. A reedy, wordless whine falls from his mouth as he attempts to recoil. Wesker holds firm, waits him out. Leon’s eyelids flutter, trembling as he tries to wiggle his jaw out of the hold. His teeth click, grinding against Wesker’s thumbnail as they try desperately to shut him out. It doesn’t work, of course. Leon is too weak and too foggy, his movements too sluggish and clumsy. Eventually he settles with a shaking exhale, falling still and allowing Wesker’s thumb to keep his mouth open. His whole body is trembling, though, muscles tense. Wesker would be a fool to think he’s given up out of anything other than fear. “It’s water,” he repeats, squirting a few drops against Leon’s tongue. The man’s head flinches out of surprise, and then he swallows and melts, head going heavy against Wesker’s shoulder. He opens his mouth wider without any prompting, eagerly drinking down the whole syringe. He chases it as Wesker pulls it away, sliding his thumb from Leon’s mouth. One hand comes up to weakly grab Wesker’s wrist, trying to pull the syringe back toward him. “Patience,” Wesker chides, although his voice is more gentle than he expected. “I’ll get you more.”

it's 5k already and not halfway done btw

[marmotish]

Pffft now I’m imagining the love drama mess she walked into was the actual moment Freyja reunited with Tonks + The Weasleys, but the they don’t know it.

Freyja: *opening the Hospital Wing door a crack so not to disturb the patients and family/loved ones bc 1) reuniting under these circumstances after years of minimal/no contact is awkward enough as it is and 2) not that she was terrible before, but Chiara helped her practice her bedside manner so that it went from unintentionally intimidating (the grim reaper has come for them!!!) to comfortably unnoticeable*

Inside Hospital Wing: *soap-opera shenanigans*

Freyja: … *shuts door and turns around while already pulling out her resignation form*

———

*Some time later…related to ask prompt of Freyja reuniting and catching up with Tonks*

Tonks: Oh btw! *whips out her wedding ring* I got married if you can believe it!

Freyja: Oh—*bites her tongue just in time before the words “is it teh that scraggly fella you were shaking?” leave her mouth*…I would not have imagined that.

Tonks: I know, right? Tulip nearly died of laughter when I was still engaged and invited her to my wedding! You should have heard her speech at the reception! 🤣

i’m so sorry I read that as “scraggly fella you were shagging” and not “scraggly fella you were shaking” — cue me thinking that freyja got some bad second-hand gossip in between the dumpster-fire-mess-almost reunion and the tonks reunion???

+ bonus ask that I feel kinda links together 😉

[barlowstreet]

Hi 🥺🫶🏻 if you're still taking prompts for your ask game, would you consider the kissing the top of the head prompt for Joel and Ellie?

Btw, I think you're an amazing writer and I hope you are doing well ❤️

CLOSED TO PROMPTS NOW

(But you can read the list here if you want to do them yourself.)

Last one!!! Thanks for everyone for playing and also thank you for the nice compliments <3 I hope you like this!

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Of the physical injuries, the ribs bother her the longest. The bruises fade, the cuts heal, and when the swelling around her nose goes down, her nose doesn’t seem to be broken, though it’s sensitive for a while. The concussion is bad. She gets headaches when she’s tired or hungry or reads for too long. She hates it, and Joel might hate it more. There’s so little he can do for her when she’s in the middle of a bad headache. The only thing he can do is get her water and make her rest, sometimes curled up with her head under his jacket when it’s bright.

But the ribs are the thing that hurt the most consistently, the thing that interferes most with her movement and being comfortable. Joel’s had enough broken ribs himself to know what she’s going through.

“Try this,” he says and hands her the hot water bottle he found in a closet. “Over your shirt, not against your skin.”

She frowns at it. “For… what?”

“The ribs. Might help you feel better.”

“Oh.” She unzips the hoodie she has on and tucks it inside. “Oh shit, yeah. That’s good.”

“Good.” He sits down next to her. They’ve been holed up in a little cabin for a while. There’s a bedroom, but the windows are cracked in there and leak in cold air. The mattress was okay, so he hauled it out into the living room and shoved towels under the door to keep the cold in the one room. Ellie’s been sleeping on that, closer to the fireplace than the couch he’s been sleeping on.

She must be bored, because she actually fixed the bed, tucking the sheets and blankets into place.

“Tell me about your book,” he suggests.

“It’s not good.”

“Tell me about it anyways.”

There’s not much to do here. Every couple days they go out to look for food. He tried to leave her in the cabin the first time, but she’s too nervous to be alone. He really needs to find some cards or something.

It’s not one of her quiet days, at least, so he gets to listen to Ellie rant about the book she found in one of the cabins they searched.

It’s nice. He misses her, those quiet days.

Ellie closes the book and drops it, slumping towards him. She lets her head rest against his shoulder.

“Head hurting?”

“Mm,” she says instead of answering, but she turns her face towards him, half of it buried in his shirt. The light is definitely bothering her.

He covers her other eye with his hand. “You need to rest.”

“But it’s boring,” she whines.

She can’t see him, so he lets himself smile. “I know. But the headache is your body tellin’ you that it needs rest. Rest is how you heal.”

Ellie makes a noise. “Hypocrite.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t wanna feel like me when you’re my age,” he says.

She sighs. “You know, I once ran five miles in the rain with pneumonia. I can handle shit.”

Joel breathes through the urge to go back to Boston and murder each and every one of her FEDRA instructors. It’s one he’s gotten used to, the more she talks about school. “I know,” he says instead of arguing. “But you ain’t gotta. Rest, baby.”

“Fuck you,” she mutters, but there’s no heat in it. She pats at the mattress blindly until she finds her book, then holds it in his general direction. “Here, you read it.”

If it gets her to stop fighting her own body, he’ll do about anything. He takes the book and opens it with his free hand, keeping the other over Ellie’s eye to keep the light out.

She’s right — the book is terrible. It’s dry as hell and the plot makes no sense. He keeps reading anyways, as Ellie’s weight against his side gets heavier and heavier. He only stops once he’s absolutely sure she’s asleep. Only then does he set the book to the side, though he leaves his hand over her eye. The last thing he wants is the light waking her up.

She makes a little noise in her sleep, and he bends towards her automatically.

“Shh,” he soothes, stroking her forehead with his thumb. She settles, and he can’t help pressing a kiss against the top of her head.

Then he settles in to be her pillow for however long this nap lasts.

He’s certainly done worse things.

[silverflqmes]

heyyyy, can i request a cute modern au fake dating prompt with kazuha where he’s the reader’s pretend boyfriend in order to get a free dessert at a restaurant? the reader is his close friend btw. in headcanons please!!

໒⦂ 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

note. hello anon! tysm for requesting, here is your modern au fake dating headcanons with the leaf sniffer himself, enjoy✨

genre. fluff + crack

kazuha kaedehara x gn!reader.

⌗ kazuha.. yk, he’s pretty easygoing, goes with the wind and all of that shit, so normally he’s down with whatever his best friend ( you ) may come up with

⌗ but when you come up to him and ask for him to pretend to be your boyfriend.. for a free dessert, that has his brow raising

⌗ “let me get this straight — you.. want me to be your boyfriend.” he would repeat, and you nod so he continues, “for a dessert..”

⌗ “and that’s so out of the ordinary how?” you would fire back, to which he would throw his hands up in defense.

⌗ to him it’s completely unheard of, but he knew your love for sweets, and wouldn’t want to deny you of what made you happy; he was your best friend after all, and he did have feelings already to begin with..

⌗ playing the role of a boyfriend was a once in a life time opportunity, and it maintains your friendship without you being weirded out by his feelings — it was a win win situation!

⌗ besides, who wouldn’t want free food???

⌗ “alright, alright.. i’ll be your boyfriend for this dessert of yours. what kind is it anyway, for you to get worked up this much?” he’d chuckle, loving the way your features would perk up. you were just too precious to him

⌗ “that’s just it — the menu is a mystery! but there are different options to choose from and whatever we pick is free! it’s an ideal situation if you ask me.”

⌗ and ideal it was.

⌗ the following day would be the day kazuha becomes your boyfriend.. for a free dessert

⌗ the minute you step out of the gates to your university, his mannerisms and attitude take a one-eighty as he reaches for your hand and steps closer to your side

⌗ it takes you by surprise, knowing your best friend to be rather respectful of space, not as touchy as he was being now — but you didn’t mind it, it sold the act after all

⌗ and it felt.. nice

⌗ but you couldn’t help the comment on your tongue. “initiating first, are we? seems like someone wants free dessert after all!”

⌗ a hum left his lips as he looked up at the sky. “something like that, i suppose. but i would think you’d want to convince the staff of your totally real relationship.”

⌗ the bickering jabs would continue all the way to your destination, where kazuha would open the door for you — though he’s done that before. he’s polite, after all.

⌗ says the whole “after you”, which just has you giggling and smiling upon entry.

⌗ the two of you are eventually seated and you ask for the couple’s special.

⌗ a kind employee would then explain the requirements to receive your free dessert, which came as a surprise to you.

⌗ in the ad online there was nothing on requirements, only to have a significant other — but it seemed the workers really wanted to put the both of you to the test..

⌗ it made sense, though. they couldn’t just give free desserts out for nothing — and surely many people would pretend to get free food!

⌗ there was no going back now.

⌗ and so you accept the challenge.. which is none other than the classic kiss of proof.

⌗ as fake couples would likely hesitate, and maybe even try to work around it.

⌗ kazuha stiffened at first, but was still determined to get you that dessert. cold feet would only decrease your chances at getting that dessert you wanted.

⌗ he looked into your eyes, searching your take on the criteria, and found you nodding just slightly — consent.

⌗ and so kazuha did what any boyfriend would have done as he leaned in to press a quick, yet gentle kiss on your lips.

⌗ they felt soft, against his own — his very first kiss, and with his best friend no less..

⌗ stuck in a daze, the two of you just stared at one another for a moment, processing your actions — the feelings a singular kiss stirred up..

⌗ until a plate of the dessert you’d ordered was placed between you.

⌗ “enjoy~!”

notes. i realize this is my first time writing something for kazuha so hopefully he wasn’t too ooc.. anyway hope you enjoyed and that i was able to fulfill what you wanted in your request<3

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[serenescribe]

Hmmm ok ok ok for the ficlet frenzy how about a scene that takes place in Malleus’s dreamworld that’s kind of like the story prompt you had earlier where Malleus took the part of Maleficent and Silver took the part of Aurora - but this time Silver is still Aurora. However, it’s Lilia who has the part of Maleficent and he gets mind-controlled by Malleus in the dreamworld to put Silver to sleep. Lilia’s not aware of his own actions (or maybe he is for that extra angst flavor) and Malleus lets him have control back only after he’s forced to put Silver to sleep so Lilia is left with the horrible reality of his actions. (Btw I really love how you write Silver and Lilia’s dynamic as father and son, it feels so realistic and kind)

[✐] ficlet frenzy link to other ficlet

“Ugh…”

His head hurts. With a groan, Lilia presses the palm of his hand against his forehead, fingers digging deep in a desperate, perhaps instinctive, attempt to massage away the throbbing pain. But it continues to linger, likened to a pulsating vein; it weighs him down and makes him feel dizzy, the pain overwhelming his senses.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he comes back to himself. Lilia pushes himself upright, palms pressing against a cold stone floor to get himself off from the ground. His mind is a muddled mess, and the pain certainly doesn’t help. What happened? It’s a question that runs through his mind; Lilia racks his brain, but the last thing he can recall is a blurry haze of memories: his time spent as the general, followed by the sudden recollection of his suppressed memories and subsequently, wandering through dreams, searching for a way to save…

Malleus.

The name strikes his very soul. Lilia’s eyes fly open, head jerking upwards. Yes, that’s right— he remembers Malleus, standing tall in all his overblotted glory, tattered regalia draping off of him. He’d appeared out of nowhere while they had been split up, a cruel smile across his ink-stained lips as he raised one dripping hand, thrumming with magic, and—

A shiver runs down Lilia’s spine. He doesn’t want to raise his head. Some deep part of him knows that there is a terrible sight that awaits him. If he lies back down and closes his eyes, could he linger in his ignorance forever? All of this is too much for his old soul to handle.

And yet, for all his cowardice, Lilia still braces himself, and looks up.

The scene before him chills him to the core.

Silver, his dear, sweet Silver, is splayed out across the floor, face buried in his arms, hair masking bits of his face. Lilia sucks in a breath, heart stuttering to a stop at the sight of his son, so motionless, as though he were dead — the knowledge that they are within a dream brings him no comfort, not when Lilia knows not of what will happen to him next. His eyes drift upwards, taking in the spinning wheel that looms over his son, a sharp needle glistening in the dim candlelight of the room.

And next to Silver, next to the wheel, is Malleus.

“What did you do,” Lilia breathes. It’s not even a question, for that would imply some level of politeness. No, it’s a demand forced out in a trembling voice, a desperate order to understand what is going on.

Malleus simply tilts his head, a smile curling across his face. “I believe a better question would be: what did you do, Lilia?”

And all at once, it all comes back to him.

He’d slipped through labyrinthian corridors as though he were a puppet on a string, movements dictated by a mind other than his own. He hadn’t stepped out of the shadows; no, he’d descended a twisting set of staircases, used magic gifted to him to open hidden passageways, sending little balls of light towards wherever his son had been. He’d whispered through the air, magic carrying his voice through the cracks in the walls: Silver, Silver, Silver.

And then Silver appeared — eyes glossed over with a sickly green hue, every silent step leading him towards his doom. He’d stepped back, always out of sight, all the way until the topmost room: he’d called Silver over to the wheel, coaxed him to press his finger against the glinting needle, sharpened to a perfect tip, so narrow, so pointed—

Lilia keels over, gasps escaping his lips. He thinks he’s going to be sick.

“I must thank you, truly.” He forces himself to raise his head at the sound of Malleus’ voice, narrowing his eyes at the man. “I could not have gotten Silver here without your assistance. After all, who else would he follow, if not you?”

“You— You—”

His eyes widen as Malleus stoops down, gathering his son up in his arms. “No,” Lilia breathes, scrambling to shove himself to his feet as Malleus straightens up, magic beginning to pool from his very being, a green aura mixed with dripping blot. “No, no, you can’t take him from me—”

“Give my regards to Sebek, if you will,” Malleus tells him, as though he were simply departing, and not escaping with Lilia’s child in his arms. “And should the two of you ever tire of playing saviour… you need only call for me to bring you back to your dreams.”

And right as Lilia lunges forward, a strangled screech escaping his lips, Malleus and Silver disappear, leaving Lilia alone.

He crashes onto his knees in a painful thud, another ear-splitting shriek erupting from his throat. He gasps, those foul, awful memories of what he did infesting his mind, haunting him miserably, an infestation he cannot rid himself of.

He is responsible for Silver’s endless sleep. He is responsible for Malleus whisking him away.

Bitter bile rises in his throat. Lilia slams his fist into the ground, a choked sob spilling from his tongue as his knuckles throb with pain.

[222hopelessromantic444]

do you mind writing smth angsty for donnie darko??

thanks in advance <33

ofc hehe thank u so much for the request<333

I'm currently on a different continent so this will be a short one- hope u still like it tho♡

btw feel free to request something else if this isn't what u wanted c:

The Killing Moon

Donnie meets you on a field to lock at the stars and talk.

The soft moonlight gently illuminated his features as he moved closer to you, resting his head in your lap. Just minutes earlier, Donnie had tossed small rocks at your window, prompting you to groggily open it at 2 in the morning.

Since your room was on the third floor, you had to quietly sneak out of the house to meet Donnie outside. With minimal conversation, he pulled you along, explaining that he couldn't sleep and practically had to see you.

You and Donnie had been a couple for nearly five months. While you talked a lot, there were some topics you two never really spoke about.

He had told you about his mental illness, and you had quietly listened, offering warm hugs whenever his voice cracked or his eyes welled up. This was one reason he adored you so much—the fact that you just listened and tried to understand, genuinely caring about him.

Donnie led you to an empty field with a breathtaking view of the night sky. As you both lay down, his head resting in your lap and your hands gently stroking his hair, he began to speak.

Donnie gazed at the stars, a sudden heaviness in his chest. "Have you ever wondered if there's something more out there? Like another reality that we're missing?"

Minutes of silence passed, your gaze fixated on the night sky while your fingertips soothingly massaged his scalp.

You turned your head to look at him, your own thoughts swirling. "All the time, Donnie. It's as if we're trapped in this life, merely going through the motions."

He sighed, frustration tinting his voice. "It feels like we're following a script we didn't choose. Do we truly have any control over our lives?"

His blue eyes fixed on your features, a questioning, yet sad expression on his face.

Your fingers traced patterns on his soft skin. "I wish we did. Sometimes, it seems like the universe is nudging us in directions we never wanted to take."

A breeze rustled the leaves, a sense of unease settling in. "What if we're mere illusions? What if our feelings aren't real but rather a cruel trick?"

Your fingertips stopped their movements, your gaze meeting his, but his stare remained locked on the sky.

"Donnie, I believe our feelings are real," you said softly. "However, reality might be more intricate than we can imagine. Perhaps there are unseen forces at play."

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. "I want to believe that. I want to think there's a purpose behind all this suffering."

Tears glistened in his eyes. "I understand, Donnie. It's just... challenging to find meaning when everything appears so chaotic and confusing."

He reached out, his fingers tenderly grasping yours and pulling your hand from his hair to his chest. "I'm lucky you're here with me. In this messed-up world, you're the one thing that feels real."

Your fingers entwined, holding on as if grounding each other. "And you're the one who keeps me from going completely lost, Donnie."

The stars above seemed to twinkle with a sad understanding, as if witnessing their shared pain. In that field beneath the expansive universe, Donnie once more saw how much you cared about him. Even if there is an other universe, he'd never wanted to leave his. Because of you.

[httpsdana]

Hi baby I’m back again with an Eric one 🤭🤭 I’m requesting prompt 139 where the reader has had a nap after a bad day and is still tired and comes to Eric crying and he comforts her by running his hair through her hands while she sat in his lap while she’s working and she just cries into him and finds comfort in him.

- love from you biggest fan (me 🤭💖)

Bad Day~Eric Garcia

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

okay so he looks delicious in this GIF i had to use it 🤭

ENJOY MY LOVE <33 this is short btw I'm sorry

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139-"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done working."

Bad day was an understatement when describing y/n's day. She had an awful horrible day.

When she first woke up, the outfit she had in mind was nowhere to be found so she had to wear one of her least favorite skirts.

As she was putting the last touches of her make up, she felt something weird. She went to bathroom and realized she had gotten her period. With a frustrated groan, she changed her underwear, putting on a pad and making sure to have at least three in her bag.

She was already late, so she stopped by a coffee shop to get her usual morning coffee. She got stuck in traffic and was scolded by her boss when she arrived late to work.

While drinking her coffee, she spilled the last bits of it on her white button up. She felt like she might cry at that moment. Taking a deep breath, she tried focusing on her work.

When she showed her boss what she had been working on all week, only for him to horrifyingly destroy her excitement and blamed her for everything that was going wrong in his company.

That was her breaking point. She took permission to leave early, saying she was feeling sick.

She drove to her house in frustration, trying to control the tears in her eyes. Parking her car, she got out of the car and slammed the door, entering her apartment. She was met with silence.

She let out a sigh realizing that Eric won't be back for a while. She took a hot shower and changed into one of Eric's shirts. She got under the covers and tried to forget her sorrows with a nap

Eric arrived to his appartment and wasn't met by the sound of his girl screaming one of Taylor Swift's songs which was weird (yk I had to mention her)

He saw her asleep in their bed, so he decided to go across some bills while she let her beauty rest.

He chanhdd his clothes and put on his glasses before sitting down on the couch and spread his papers across the coffee table. (Eric with glasses has been on my mind all day)

y/n let out a groan as the cramps started to hit hard. She opened hed eyes, and saw Eric's t-shirt that he was wearing on the floor, indicating that he arrived. She jumped out of bed almost immediately, walking to the living room

Eric felt y/n's presence, making him look up with a smile. When he saw her sad face, with tears in her eyes, his smile dropped quickly.

"amor? what's wrong?" he asked.

She let out a sigh as one tear slipped down her cheek

"I just had a very bad day. Everything seemed to be against me it was so frustrating. And now the cramps are killing me and I just want cry" she sat down next to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

He put his arms around her waist, pulling her up to stand. He patted his lap as he spread his legs a bit.

"C'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done working." he said with his usual comforting smile

She cracked a small smile and sat down on his lap. He lifted on hand to the back of her head, running his fingers through her strands while she cried more into his chest

"its okay. let it all out baby" he whispered sweet nothings into her ear to clam her down

"how about we order some food and eat some ice cream after that?" he suggested after her sobs calmed down a bit

She looked up at him with a smile, wiping her tears as she nodded. He smiled back and leaned in to her, nose brushing against hers, before he connected their lips into a sweet kiss

[thirstforhelmets]

‘Chaotic Love’ Universe Head Canons - Vergil x F!Reader

Vergil’s Opinion on Reader/’Q’:

Ignorant of demons and the colossal amount of damage/harm they can cause because she only sees them getting absolutely bodied by Nero/Dante/Trish/Himself/Etc.

The above point worries him to an insane degree BECAUSE she’s going to get hurt one day and it might just be a lesson that kills her.

He’ll never truly voice this concern to the degree he should because he wants to let her continue the life she has with the independence she enjoys because they stomp out threats before the death toll is too noticeable to ignore.

Other than that Q/Reader is a breath of fresh air for him. Completely removed from the world of demon hunting.

Unfortunately, she leans more on the boldly childish when it comes to their casual interactions.

Part of him hates seeing the whiplash that is Q/Reader in a public setting though. She’s a different person. Pretty much wears a mask of maturity well beyond her years even as they are both cracking into their forties.

He dated/loves/married her for that bold indulgence in what she loves so it kind of feels like looking into a mirror when they are out in public. Vergil absolutely hates it but surprisingly found out he can melt the ice by being a bit more bold himself, especially when it comes to public displays of affection.

Notices that Nero feels the most comfortable talking casually with him when she is in the room. He’ll never admit Q/Reader pretty much helps him feel completely at ease. Just to prove a point to himself, he goes a bit more out of the way to bring up casual discussion with Nero without prompt.

Loves her to bits even if she visibly gags at poetry and terms of endearment he gives her based on literature.

Is a bit worried she’s a bit too friendly with Dante even though she’s like that with everyone when -not- out in public/in a public setting. He knows it’s irrational but it has made for some memorable moments in the bedroom.

Will ignore her if she gets too obnoxious. Q/Reader never takes it personally and that’s one of the main reasons he sticks with her. She understands his need for space but also his need to be submerged in love.

F!Reader/Q’s Opinion on Vergil:

Uptight, aloof asshole from day one to the day you finally croaked.

Do note the above is on a fluid/sliding scale of intensity. Most days are like a ‘4′ in public but usually a solid ‘3′ when it’s just you both at home. (1 being ‘personable’ to 10 being ‘Urizen-level of Dick-headedness’)

It started with sex but became something more.

‘Seriously, sex melted the awkward ice king’. (Note: very much undersells the effort she consciously/unconsciously does to get him to open up. Vergil would one hundred percent begrudgingly agree it did help ‘put her foot in the door’ many times though.)

Thinks he doesn’t try hard enough/cuts himself short. Q/Reader has stomped out on him many times on this point to make him reflect on that in MANY points of their relationship.

He’s gross when he gets romantic. Almost saccharin, at least in her eyes.

By ‘romantic’, it’s ‘the poetry’ and ‘way too cutesy endearments’. (BTW she would still date/marry V but be the one in the relationship to be slow to warm up to anything but playful banter and maybe sex.)

He tolerates her worst behavior. Tolerates her at her most childishly selfish. Indulges her where he should be telling her to ‘knock it off’ like everyone else.

Him having ‘no expectations of’ her (which is a fucking lie) was what led to her literally smashing down her walls around him. It was almost reckless to the point of self-harm if Vergil didn’t react the way he did (by not really caring).

His ‘cold’ periods can run a bit too long, especially when they’re ‘official’ but usually Dante/Nero/Kyrie/Lady are within arm shot if she needs to step away from thinking about him and just be with others for a change.

She thinks it’s fun when he brushes off her casual childishness but then pulls her in right after.

‘Mister Hot is pretty cold when we aren’t in bed.’ (said in a teasing tone)

Thinks he’s stupider than Dante on most occasions. (Also said in a teasing tone)

Want Vergil’s attention ASAP regardless of his mood? Mention Dante.

Want Vergil to be a bit meaner in bed? Also mention Dante.

Hates that they’re too old to bring another kid into the world along with a whole host of reasons it would be a bad idea to do so. 

Everyone’s Opinion on Q/Reader and Vergil getting married:

Dante: Plant an apple tree in the backyard. No. Seriously. Do it. He’ll think twice before ever doing anything stupid. 

Also Dante: I’m not wearing a tie but I will consider ditching the red coat for the wedding.

Nero: Oh. I. Uh. You sure you don’t want Dante as your best man?

Also Nero: What do you MEAN I was the first one you told this to, Vergil?!

Kyrie: Aww! It’s so nice to see you both so happy!

Lady: Yeesh. I mean, I’m happy for you both but- STOP LAUGHING, DANTE!

Also Lady: Yes, I gifted you a gun for the wedding shower. 

Trish: Good! Maybe Dante will do some introspection in his own life now that his brother is moving to the next phase in his life.

[clementines-writing-corner]

🚨new project just dropped *sighs in wip hell*

Hello friends!

So… if any of you happened to see that last post I reblogged (and had a peek at the tags) then you’ll have an idea about what this post is going to be about. Unfortunately, it will not be about my original high fantasy story project, as I had hoped last week. It is about something entirely different. Huzzah!! (I mean that in the most semi-sarcastic way possible– I am excited but also annoyed lol). 

I completed and turned in my first creative brief writing assignment for any of my writing classes this semester (and am currently halfway through my second for a different class) and, long story short, ended up getting kinda hooked on the story that happened to develop while I was writing. So… new project. Yay. ᕱ__ᕱ

For the assignment, I chose to try to combine two stories from the weekly writing prompts that we do for the class and imagine how the characters I created in them would interact with a slightly larger story rather than 2-3 pages of chicken scratch character development scenes. I ended up succeeding in this goal, one may even say superseding it, in fact. The plan was to write them into a short story with a little more plot. What ended up happening is that I created a whole new character, slapped them and one of the original characters in the middle of a huge plot, and wrote an entire chapter (+ some change) for a novel involving them. And not even like the first chapter of a novel. Noooooooo. I had to skip ahead and write like chapter 10 or something. 

So… (promise it’s the last time I’m doing that) yeah. That’s what has taken over my brain this week. An entirely new project. (I can never get anything actually done around here I swear!!) A couple more details about it before I give you a little taste of my draft because why not:

It will probably by a middle grade novel (unlike high fantasy project)

Speaking of – this story is definitely more low fantasy, as in it takes place in a version of our world in which magic exists (which will make it 10 million times easier to write because I wont be creating everything from scratch ha ha ᕱ__ᕱ)

It will take place in the modern day and age (perhaps like a few years old, but definitely after 2000)

Plot so far is vaguely based on the story of the snow queen by hans christian andersen (which is what disney's frozen is loosely based on btw)

The main character is around 12-13 years old (right now anyway)

And, as promised, a little snippet of this project. Let me know what y’all think!

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A branch snapped to my left. 

My back straightened and I took a step towards Ms. Cattell, before slipping on a patch of wet leaves. I would have face-planted into the tree roots in front of me if Ms. Cattell hadn’t caught my arm. Her hands were very soft. How she got the few paces back to me so fast, I didn’t know. Magic?! My inner Paxton squealed. Shut up, my inner me shot back, not now Pax!

Crack! Another branch fell victim to whatever was creeping towards us.

My heart started pounding against my ribcage. I looked up at Ms. Cattell, my eyes wide and panicked, only to see a soft smile on her face as she stared off in the direction the sounds were coming from. As if feeling my gaze, she directed the smile down at me and patted my arm where she had grabbed it, before letting me go and crouching down, looking back into the forest and holding her arms out.

Suddenly, a blur of brownish-gray fluff hurtled out of the brambles and into Ms. Cattell’s open arms. She grinned down at the fluff, now cradled to her chest, before standing and turning her gaze back towards me, clicking her tongue. “Now Alvin, look what you’ve done!” Ms. Cattell gently scolded the fluff, still smiling. “You’ve frightened the poor dear. And after the day she’s had too, you should be ashamed of yourself!” 

**

But yeah. Like I said earlier, I’m pretty excited about this project. I haven’t been able to really develop another project in years since my mind has been stuck on my high fantasy story so for me to come up with a new project like this completely out of the blue (or so it seems) is actually really refreshing (if not really annoying because I wish high fantasy story stuff would come as easily). 

^ me @/myself right now (especially that eye twitch fr)

I will still most definitely be working on high fantasy stuff, do you worry, but occasionally this story might make an appearance as I continue to post on this blog. So… (ha ha I lied earlier) buckle up folks because, as it often does, my creative writing goals just got a bit messier lol. ᕱ__ᕱ

And whatever you're working on, don’t forget to cross your j’s and dot your t’s!

~Clementine J. Quincey 🪷

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

for the thirsty asks: 34 & 48 for Renato, 17 for Kinslayer, and 30 & 41 for Isaac (--@space-writes)

@space-writes Thanks for the ask! (I'm still working on that prompt you sent in ages ago btw. It'll be done. Eventually.)

Content Advisory: Discussion of sexual situations, hallucinogen use mention, and power dynamics

(Asks from the How Thirsty is Your OC list)

What's the most adventurous thing they've tried during sex?

Similar to Rainier, Renato is more about doing whatever feels good and getting off. He's game for pretty much anything that doesn't involve any elaborate prep on his part. So, when a witch once asked him to put on a ritual mask, drink some herbal concoction, and have sex with her inside a magic circle while thirteen of her friends chanted around them, he was like, "All right, see you at midnight."

He's still not entirely sure whether the sensations he experienced were from magic or just whatever drugs were in the tea. Either way he had a great time and the witches didn't steal part of his soul or anything. At least he's pretty sure they didn't...

Do they like a certain kind of aftercare more than others?

Renato loves any sort of cuddling/physical closeness after sex, but especially bathing with someone. Partly because if the other person is blissed out and boneless, just letting him clean them up, it tells him he did a great job. But mostly because Renato is starved for intimacy and affection, and cuddly aftercare is the best he can do without, you know, going through the actual trouble of opening up and being honest with a partner.

Weirdest place they've had sex?

Does inside someone's mind count? Dream/telepathy sex is great because Kinslayer can get as weird and sadistic as they want without actually harming their squishy human partner. Well, aside from the terror experienced in the moment, but that's nothing a little aftercare can't fix. Really no worse than having a nightmare. If they have a lil nibble on the person's soul while they're at it that's fine too--oh, it grows back, don't be such a baby.

How bratty are they?

Very. Isaac's whole brand is defiance and being stubborn. He will occasionally have a cozy, friendly roll in the hay if the vibe is right, but those encounters lack the sort of physical intensity that keeps him coming back for more.

Isaac needs a few things for sexual chemistry to really happen: trust, to have his boundaries/comfort zones pushed a little, and surrender. Him digging his heels in and challenging a partner with a Make me or I dare you attitude is one way he gets all those things.

If he can push back and his partner plays along rather than getting frustrated, it gives him a sign that maybe they're safe to let go around. Pushing his boundaries can be about trust, but it also has the practical use of cracking his emotional shell. (Not necessarily the safest or smartest way of going about this, but Isaac's got his share of issues.) When he does finally give in, though, he puts 120% into rewarding somebody for their patience, and proves he can be a very good boy indeed. At least until next time.

Do they classify any particular type of sex as "love making"?

As in ascribing an emotional value to the acts being performed? Not really? The aforementioned low intensity encounters certainly made Isaac feel closer to someone, even if it wasn't in the compulsory romantic/monogamous way. But being dominated by Kinslayer to the point of breaking down in tears also fosters a genuine connection. That's as much about love and trust to him as "soft", slow sex.

If anything, what term he uses is more about the tone or tempo of the experience. Or whether he's in the presence of someone's abuelita, so can't just say "fuck".

[raphaelesbian]

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🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Oh ABSOLUTELY outline 😂 generally something will have prompted me to want to write, like a specific scene or plot, and that gets written down first. And then I outline out from there. SUPER non-chronological (for NLW, for example, I wrote what is currently outlined as chapter 10 first, then jumped back to chapter 4, and have been filling in the blanks ever since), lots of moving things around as I go. I have so much respect for people who can just start writing and go with it, because omg. I don't understand how it's possible.

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Oh man 😭😭😭 ummm, feralcleric has some great TMNT fics! Literally all of them are so good ♥️♥️♥️ esp a fan of "despite all my rage" and "let it out." Call Me Here (I Will Appear) by rbt_lvr is a GREAT (very angsty) post-movie Rise fic. Retrosynthesis is a rare 2007 fic and I just LOVE the way they write Donnie's thought process, it's such an enjoyable read. The writing style just scratches my brain so good. Walk with open hands is a 2012 Mikey-centric time travel fic where he tries to save you-know-who and it's DEVASTATING. Also GwyndionAE has some really cool 2012 fics!!! Great grasp on the characters. ALSO Freaky Friday by melonpalooza and knight_of_breath is a really fun crossover between MM, Rise, and 2012!! Very early but I love it so much. Melon is also working on a "Tang Shen lives" fic that is excellent

I need to stop HFBDHDJJFJDND I could literally list fics for hours 😭 but also btw if anyone ever wants any fic recs I will ALWAYS be happy to provide, especially if there's a specific ask that lets me narrow it down some gjnfjdjbdjft

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

You know, I would've said short, because up until PTS that's all I'd ever written!! And they're still fun if I have just like, a specific concept. But I'm actually really really enjoying longer fics!! Gives you more time to work with it, to build tension and insert foreshadowing etc, so that's really fun. Plus, I cannot lie, I LOVE getting reader engagement on each chapter 🥰 like seeing people's reactions and predictions etc is basically crack to me LMAO so that's another advantage in the longfic category. Does require a lot more planning though!

Thanks for the ask!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️