#thank you for the ask!! i got a little carried away with this one but it was really fun!

[mssorceressupreme]

Safe With You | K.D.H

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Pairing: Kang Dae-Ho x reader

Summary: Dae-Ho protects you from bullies <33

Warnings: shy!reader, bullying, protective!daeho, he's so fit ughhh #needthat

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The tense atmosphere in the room was suffocating, the air thick with tension and unspoken threats. You kept to the edges of the group, hoping to remain invisible. It wasn’t a new feeling—you’d always been the quiet one, preferring to observe rather than engage. Here, in this cruel game, where alliances could mean survival, your shyness felt like a curse.

You pulled your knees to your chest, sitting on the cold floor as the other players talked, schemed, and argued. The sheer chaos of their energy intimidated you. The louder voices, the ones who barked orders or jeered at others, made you feel small. Invisible was safer, or so you thought.

Then came the mocking.

Thanos was the first to notice you sitting there, quiet and still, avoiding eye contact. He nudged Nam-gyu with his elbow, smirking. “Hey, look at her,” he said, his voice carrying across the room. “Little Miss Shy over there. What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

You glanced up, startled, but quickly looked away, hoping they’d lose interest. But Thanos was like a shark scenting blood.

“Aw, she’s cute,” Thanos chimed in, his tone dripping with mockery. “Too pretty to talk to us, huh? Or maybe she’s just too good for the likes of us.”

They both laughed, and you felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You tried to focus on the floor, to shrink into yourself, but Thanos crouched down in front of you, leaning in too close.

“Why so quiet?” he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes sharp. “Come on, say something.” He began stroking your cheek, brushing a strand of hair out your face.

“Please stop,” you whispered, your voice barely audible while you looked down.

Thanos chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, she does talk. Maybe we should make her talk a little more.”

Namgyu reached out, poking your cheek playfully. You flinched, jerking back, and their laughter grew louder. “Don’t be like that,” Namgyu said, his grin widening. “We’re just having a little fun.”

You stood up quickly, your heart racing. “I said stop,” you said, louder this time, though your voice still wavered.

Thanos grabbed your wrist, his grip firm. “Don’t be so uptight. We’re just getting to know each other." His grip grew harsher, "Form an alliance and much more..." He cooed.

“Let go of her.”

The voice that interrupted was calm but commanding. Dae-ho stepped between you and the two bullies, his expression cold and dangerous. “You heard me,” he said, his gaze locking onto Thanos. “Let her go.”

"Relax man, she'll probably want to be in bed with me by tomorrow." Thanos smirked.

Dae-ho, grabbed Thanos by the collar harshly, lifting him slightly-off the ground, though still holding on to your wrist, "Don't make me ask you again."

Thanos hesitated for a moment, then scoffed, releasing your wrist with a sneer. “Chill, bro. We were just messing around.”

Dae-ho responded by releasing Thanos, his focus shifting to you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice softening.

You nodded shakily, rubbing your wrist. “Thank you,” you murmured.

Thanos muttered something under his breath, but Dae-ho shot him a glare that silenced him immediately. “Leave her alone,” he said, his tone final.

The two bullies slinked off, muttering complaints, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. Dae-ho turned to you, his expression still serious. “Stick with me,” hi voice soft. “They won’t bother you again.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. “Can I?” you asked hesitantly. “I mean… can I stay with you? I don’t… I don’t feel safe alone.”

His expression softened further, and he nodded. “Of course. I’ll look out for you.”

Something in his voice, a quiet sincerity, made you believe him. He wasn’t just saying it; he meant it. You felt a strange sense of safety settle over you, like a fragile bubble that only he could create.

Dae-ho introduced you to his group, a small but tightly-knit circle of players who welcomed you warmly. They were kind, in stark contrast to the harshness of the others, and you found yourself slowly relaxing in their presence. But it was Dae-ho you felt most drawn to.

He stayed close to you, checking in often, making sure you had enough to eat or drink. His protective nature made your heart ache in a way you hadn’t expected. You found yourself watching him, memorising the way his hair fell over his eyes when he leaned in to talk, or the way his lips curved into a soft smile when he reassured you.

And he seemed to feel the same pull. He caught your gaze often, holding it a moment longer than necessary, his eyes warm and gentle. When you laughed—rare as it was—his expression would brighten, as though you’d given him a gift.

One night, as the group settled down to rest, you found yourself sitting next to him on his bunk bed, the quiet stretching between you. “Thank you,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “For what?”

“For stepping in,” you said, meeting his warm chocolate eyes. “For… everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He smiled, small but genuine. “You don’t have to thank me. I couldn’t just stand by and let them treat you like that.”

You hesitated, then added, “I feel… safe with you.”

His eyes glistened with a mix of pride and adoration, and for a moment, you thought he might say something more. But he only nodded, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your heart race, glancing from your eyes to your lips. “Good,” he said. “Because I’ll make sure you stay safe. Always.”

The quiet promise in his words made your cheeks flush, and you looked away, your heart fluttering in a way you couldn’t quite explain. You finally felt like you weren’t alone, and you hoped, that this, your newfound friendship with Dae-ho would blossom into something more.

[star2fishmeg]

CONGRATS ON 1K 🥳

Could I request Quinn Hughes helping reader through a stress breakdown + #13?

Thank you for requesting <3

FLUFF #13 "You came." "You called."

📞 dialling…

Quinn had never gripped his steering wheel harder in his life. Never had been so impatient and desperate to get back to his apartment before. He’d never burst through the front door, dumping his bags and almost tripping through his hallway like he had after he saw the notification back in the rink’s locker room. The second he opened his phone after practice and saw her name on the ‘missed call’ notification, his stomach dropped drastically, and all clothing and equipment was shoved into his bag without much care.

Following the sniffling, he peered into his living room, slowly and quietly stepping closer to y/n curled up on his sofa, as if she were trying to melt into the back cushions from how tight she had pressed herself against them, like she was trying to get as far away from her laptop that sat on his table behind her and curl up into a ball. He thought for a second that the way she had positioned herself, she didn’t want to look at the device she usually would be working from when he got home, her eyes red and wide, wet with glistening cheeks, choked sobs falling from her chest staggered.

Taking a seat next her, lips pulled into a compassionate frown, Quinn wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her onto his lap and holding her to his chest, “Sshh, I’m here, darling, I’ve got you.”

For some reason, one she could not explain, she cried harder, a lump in her throat that was cured by wails and uncontrollable tears as she melted into his hold, tucking her head into his collarbone and letting his voice and hands sooth her. His heart ached, a sting in his chest as her hand clutched his hoodie.  

After allowing herself to fall into vulnerability, safe in his warmth, y/n sniffed, eyes bleary and grip on his hoodie loosening. Quinn’s hands remained soft, caressing over her back and placing gentle kisses to her head. 

“You came?” she croaked, voice only loud in the silence of the apartment. 

His hold tightened, wiping her cheek with his thumb and gazing softly into her eyes, “You called, why wouldn’t I come?” 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I…I know not to call when you…you’re at practice but, but-” the words seemed to blurt out into breathless sobs, the kind that had her ugly crying where strings of saliva coated her lips, and she sniffed every few seconds to spare the embarrassment of getting mucus all over him. 

“No, no. It’s okay, you can call me whenever you need.” He cooed, leaning back into the cushions. 

He didn’t need to ask what she meant; they’d been together so long he just knew. She would never call him during practice unless it was an emergency. Not that he’d pick up until he’d re-enter the locker room, but y/n had a stone pride, a fear of asking for help and case of responsibility she felt obliged to even when she wasn’t. Being a hard-worker and carrying a weight were two different things and she couldn’t tell the difference, which led to situations like Quinn had walked in on. Y/n wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t out of desperation and the only time she ever called was when the weight of her stress crushed her into a mental and emotional collapse.

The sobbing gradually dulled into sniffing, y/n staring into space while he stroked her hair, “Do you wanna talk about it? Or I can run a bath with the candles? Or we can just cuddle and watch something?” 

She didn’t ask a lot from him. Just to be held when she needed him the most and to let her hold him. And that intimacy was enough for her heart to slow into a peaceful rhythm.

“It’s too much, Quinn.” Her voice was strained, cheeks hot from her outburst. Yet, he didn’t know how long she’d been crying and panicking for until she called, and that pained him the most. “There’s so much work to do and so little time, but if I don’t do it, I’ll let everyone down and they’ll hate me and I’ll lose my job and-”

“-and you don’t have to do it alone. Why don’t we take a bath, cuddle on the couch and we can talk it through?” 

She’d never met a gentler man in her life. She’d seen him tussle on the ice, throw a punch or two but that never made it outside the rink. He never raised his voice, never left any argument unresolved and his voice was always softer with her, whether he knew it or not. His arms, his warm and inviting arms paired with him knowing exactly what she needed without her saying a word broke away the distress chip by chip.

Shaking her head wearily, her lip quivered, “No, Q, you don’t have to go through all that, I can handle it, I swear. You’ve got your own things, I’m just overreacting, I’m fine, it’s fine. Yeah.”

“Y/n, look at me.” Quinn pulled her away from his chest, hand cupping her cheek and bringing her head to look him in his eyes. “Breathe. You’re not going to do this alone. I’m here for you and I love you, I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better, okay?”

She nodded, his thumb wiping away any excess tears. She swallowed the lump in her throat, breathing in for five seconds and exhaling for another five, just as Quinn taught her. Soft lips pressed to her temple, and she gave a small smile, leaning against his chest once again.

[littlelamy]

hiii id like to request rafe x scared of dogs reader only because i am terrified of dogs😞

author's note: i hope this makes you smile! thank you for the request! 💖✨

rafe noticed it right away, the way your steps faltered as soon as the dog came into view. at first, he smirked, that signature cocky tilt of his lips curling up as he teased, “what’s the matter? scared of a little bark?” his voice carried that usual confidence, the kind that could make you roll your eyes on a good day.

but today wasn’t one of those days.

the dog barked again, sharp and aggressive, its stance alert behind the fence. you flinched, your fingers clutching at the hem of your jacket. the smile on rafe’s face faded as he watched the way your breathing picked up, the nervous flick of your eyes refusing to settle on the dog. his teasing eased into something softer, more attentive, as realization dawned.

“hey, hey,” his voice lowered, laced with concern now, his cocky exterior slipping away like a discarded mask. he stepped closer, his hand reaching out, brushing lightly against your arm before he took your hand, his fingers warm and firm around yours. “it’s okay, i didn’t realize...” he trailed off, guilt flashing briefly in his eyes.

you tried to force a smile, but it wobbled. “i know it’s dumb,” you whispered, barely audible over the thudding of your heart. “it’s just... dogs, they freak me out.”

rafe’s jaw tightened, not with annoyance, but with a protective resolve that you hadn’t seen before. “nah,” he shook his head, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “it’s not dumb. everyone’s got their thing.”

his hand moved to your shoulder, grounding you with a firm squeeze as he positioned himself between you and the barking dog, a subtle but deliberate act. “look at me,” he said softly, eyes locking onto yours. “just me. forget about the damn dog.”

it was impossible not to focus on him when he looked at you like that, his blue eyes clear and steady, pulling you back from the edge of panic. his free hand found your waist, fingers spreading out in a comforting hold as if to say, i’ve got you. the barking faded into a distant noise as rafe became the center of your world, his presence wrapping around you like a safety net.

“deep breath,” he murmured, the hint of a smile returning, softer this time, less smug. “you’re with me, yeah? nothing’s gonna happen.”

your chest rose and fell as you followed his lead, inhaling deeply. his confidence was infectious, but it wasn’t the usual cocky bravado—it was genuine, a quiet strength he offered just for you. his thumb continued its soothing rhythm against your waist, a steady beat that matched the slowing thrum of your pulse.

“better?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his forehead almost brushing yours. the closeness was intoxicating, his scent, his warmth, the sheer presence of him overriding the fear inch by inch.

you nodded, a shaky smile beginning to form. “yeah... better.”

rafe’s grin widened, boyish and a little proud, but his touch stayed gentle. “told you. you’re safe with me.” he glanced toward the dog, then back at you, his gaze full of promise. “no dog’s gonna mess with you while i’m around.”

his confidence wrapped around you like a shield, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the barking didn’t seem so loud anymore.

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[your-nanas-house]

Hi Nana! I would love to read about Cillian breeding his younger wife, and then absolutely worshipping her once she is carrying his baby<3

Hi! Thanks for the request, I'm sorry it took me so long. 💕

Can't get enough of you

◇ Pairing: Cillian Murphy x pregnant wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, eating out, mention of sex, Y/n is pregnant, breeding kink, mostly fluff

◇ Summary: Cillian can't get enough of his pregnant wife.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. It's a drabble.

There he was, her husband... with his salt and pepper hair brushing against her skin, his soft lips moving on her swollen belly as he read a story to their son with his deep and bit ruff, from the previous activities, voice.

Since they found out about the pregnancy Cillian had been extra careful and loving, making love to her every day, taking care of her body and her needs while bonding with the little one as best he could.

"I swear if I could I would breed you over and over again" the crude words escaped his mouth which was still busy with the soft action of affection. The book was long forgotten, now closed on the edge of the bed as he slowly lowered his path, his big hands grabbing her thighs as his light piercing eyes met hers

"Please, just one more, love" the man begged, eager to tate his wife for the third time that evening. His tongue was already sticking out, joining in the open mouth kisses he was leaving on her warm skin

"Just one to help you sleep better" he added in a softer tone, reaching finally her bare cunt with his mouth. His lips wrapped around her swollen clit to start the sensual and intimate kiss.

With the pregnancy, she felt orgasms even harder than before. Even a small stimulation brought her tears and spasms of pleasure, so it took her husband little time to make Y/n reach her peak. His tongue still worked and lapped at her juice even after the intensity of her climax faded.

"Too much, Cilly" her voice cracked softly, her hands pulling at his hair to make the hungry man move away from her cunt. At least for that night.

"Sorry, darling. I just can't have enough of you... like this. With our baby growing in your belly" the actor cursed under his breath, massagging softly her thighs, deciding to get up and clean just after worshiping her body a little more with soft kisses and caress.

The light got turned off and Cillian voice broke the silence one more time

"Did I exaggerated?" He asked after they were both laying in the bed, cuddling into each others arms. He sounded weaker now, almost hesitant and she could exactly picture the soft frown on his face even though she couldn't see it in the dark.

"No, it was perfect. We continue tomorrow morning. I read somewhere that it is healthy when you are pregnant" Y/n reassured him, taking a more comfortable position before leaving a sweet kiss on his cheekbone followed by a whispered 'Love you'.

[lucygraysboy]

“it’s a wonder how they do it, right? i mean, they don’t even speak our language and somehow they just know if you’re a good or bad person, and what your intentions are. do you think they can read it off of our body language? or what’s happening in their heads?” thinking out loud, pale blue eyes fixated on the back of her head as his hand continues to travel across her back. over her shoulder, along the bumps at the nape of her neck, inching closer and closer to her other arm. olive skin covered in suds. “mhm,” he hums softly, praying she doesn’t turn around. he doesn’t want her to see him blushing like a schoolboy. “when i first walked in here, i thought that you’d ran away, but then i saw reva blue and began to wonder why you’d ever want to leave her behind… and started to question my own sanity, asked myself if you were real or a figment of my imagination,” he admits, chuckling sheepishly because it’s embarrassing to a certain degree. “i will never cause you any harm, lucy gray. i just need you to know that, okay?” even if she won’t instantly put all her trust in him. “and if ever want to go your separate way, i won’t go after you unless you want me to.” he’s not his brother. “and your favorite dessert is blueberry pie.” noted, he remembers. but he still leaves enough room for her to correct him if he’s wrong. “but not all desserts make you happy? that doesn’t make sense,” he playfully argues, just trying to provoke her to convince him otherwise. “horses.” what an easy question, he thinks. “i love and respect all animals.” even the squirrel that became their dinner as hard to believe as it may be. “birds and dogs and cats and cows and butterflies, but horses are just so special. my mother’s friend, back at the capitol, had stables bigger than whole neighborhoods in district twelve. plenty of stunning thoroughbreds. most of them had probably been imported from district eleven or something. anyway, there was this one chestnut mare that i really admired, could watch her for hours. she could run so fast…” eyes alight at the memory, but then he realizes that he’s been rambling for a long time and must be boring her to death. “sorry, got a little carried away. um, what’s yours?” he inquires, meaning her favorite animal. too bad there are no horses in district thirteen. it’s been so long since the last time he was near one… “thanks for trustin’ me enough.” to show him the wound on her leg. thank god he had that jar of iodine with him. “and how will that be your fault? don’t blame yourself for things that happened because other people put you in a certain position. what were you supposed to do? grab a brush on your way out? you had more important matters to worry about. it’s really not your fault, lucy gray. it’s not like you’re a slob by nature and let this happen out of laziness. you’ve been through a lot. it’s only natural,” he softly corrects, reaching around her petite frame and handing her the soapy washcloth so that she can scrub her legs and torso. calloused fingertips sinking beneath the surface, getting wet before gathering her long hair with nothing but affection. “we won’t be cuttin’ it to your ears. if we can’t get all the tangles out, we’ll braid it and… well, maybe my mother,” the one who’s most likely sick with worry back in thirteen, “will find a way to help us.” but right now, he’ll focus on combing through these pretty locks with his fingers, careful not to pull too hard.

“i think they can definitely tell, who’s a good person and who’s tryin’ to bring harm. animal’s are intuitive like that.” lucy gray reassures, smiling softly as her arm stays around her bent knees, her free arm tracing circles in the water. “oh…yeah?” brow lifting, looking over her shoulder at him before eyes glance back towards the water. shying up momentarily again. “of course not.” leave him as a single parent. a twitch of amusement pulling at her lips before softening at the thought, thinking how she can’t run. but even it she could, would she? not… exactly. not when she doesn’t have a gnawing fear in her chest yet towards him. just like the animals they speak of… if she doesn’t have a reason or sense a reason, she won’t leave. just like deer and birds, she too has those same instincts. “sort of. i mean, i can choose a favorite dessert. i can choose a favorite month. but i can’t choose a favorite color, animal or flower. all flowers, colors and animals make me happy. hard to choose just one.” a soft laugh emits, gently shrugging her thin shoulders. “what’s your favorite animal?” questioning before hearing the awful story of the man he knew and before too long her face is contorting into disgust and stomach churning, vomit reflexes on the rise when he starts saying thing about smells. “lord, then, i sure am lucky you found me in time. i might’ve suffered the same thing. that’s sickenin’, bless his poor soul havin’ to suffer all through that.” feeling sympathy and disgust, quickly trying to think of something else. she definitely doesn’t want to suffer like that and scared up to keep watching her wounds. “i hope not, i really like my hair. but then again… that’ll be my fault, maybe i’ll learn.” scolding herself— to at least brush her fingers through it and keep it from getting so matted. “it’d be devastatin’ cutting it off to my ears.” that gives her the notion to quickly start trying with her fingers to start pulling some knots out, feeling a little panicky on needing the answer if she’ll get to spare it or not. the rubs on her back feel so pleasant, too. the most soothing feeling she’s felt in awhile but she can’t exactly relax with her hair on the line.

[kyoyoyay]

i beg of u for a continuation of the lee byung hun actor fic!!!! doesnt have to be smut just like a kiss myb any sort of continuation i beeeggg it was so cute!

Take after Take - Part 2 ── .✦

Lee Byung-Hun x GN!actor!reader

warnings: hot old man warning! BEWARE! HAZARD! (not proofread 💪)

a/n: I post once in a blue moon chat idk and ignore that, and the reader is now gn bc I think I didn't use any pronouns in the last part and in this part so i'm sorry if I got it wrong :/.

Byung Hun’s hand brushed lightly against your arm as the two of you walked off set, the quiet hum of the studio fading into the background. His touch lingered just long enough to send another shiver through you, though you didn’t dare look at him yet. Your heart was still racing, and you weren’t sure if it was from the scene, his teasing, or the way his eyes seemed to linger on you just a little too long.

“Where are you parked?” he asked casually, his voice breaking the silence.

“Not parked,” you replied, finally glancing his way. “My trailer’s just around the corner.”

He nodded. “Then I’ll walk you there.”

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument but carrying a gentleness that made it impossible to protest.

You gave him a small smile, and the two of you continued in companionable silence. The air outside the studio was cool, and the quiet intimacy of the moment felt like a breath of fresh air (literally) from the embarrassing moments earlier today.

When you reached your trailer, you hesitated at the bottom of the steps, turning to face him. “Thanks for walking me back. And for... everything today. I don’t think I would’ve made it through without you.”

He smiled, that easy, confident smile that always seemed to disarm you. “You would’ve been fine. But I’m glad I could help.”

His eyes held yours for a moment, and the silence between you grew heavier, charged with something unspoken. You opened your mouth to say something, anything-but the words wouldn’t come out.

“You’re still overthinking,” he said softly, stepping closer.

“I can’t help it,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His hand lifted, his fingers brushing against yours before moving to cup your cheek. The warmth of his touch sent your thoughts scattering. “Then let me help with that too,” he murmured.

Before you could process his words, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was as soft as it was deliberate. It wasn’t like the tentative kiss of the scene you’d filmed earlier... this was real, and it left you breathless.

Your hands moved instinctively, finding their way to his shoulders as you steadied yourself. His thumb stroked gently along your cheek, and for a moment, everything else fell away... the long day, the nerves, the lingering embarrassment.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Better?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You laughed softly, the sound breaking the tension. “A little,” you admitted, though your heart was still racing.

“Good,” he said, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Because I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”

Your cheeks burned, but you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. “You’re really good at this whole charming thing, aren’t you?”

He chuckled, stepping back but letting his hand linger on yours. “It’s not about being charming. It’s about you.”

His words left you speechless, and before you could recover, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze and nodded toward your trailer door. “Get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”

You nodded, your voice refusing to cooperate. As you climbed the steps, you glanced back at him one last time. He was still standing there, watching you with a soft smile that made your heart flip.

“Goodnight, Byung Hun,” you managed, your voice steady despite the chaos in your chest.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he replied, his voice in a low and sort of seductive tone that made your stomach do a backflip. (brookhaven style)

As you closed the door behind you, leaning against it for support, you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face. The day might have started as a disaster, but now, as you replayed that kiss in your mind, you tried not to let your mind linger to other not so PG thoughts about him.

IM SORRY FOR THE ROBLOX JOKE.

[lesbianherald]

hiii I’m curious : what’s your process for creating your stories? like character development, plotting, creating arcs, etc?

thank you for asking !!! i'm going to get way longer and more thorough about this than necessary I feel it in my bones so I'm going to read more this now (I included a few tidbits from my miro board for carry the blade :) )

it's such a mixed bag ! part of this is my adhd lmao, and part of it is because, genuinely, I think each story needs something different.

almost ALWAYS (with one rare exception of a sci/fi fantasy world I've been building for years) I start with character, especially in original work. Because character is everything it's who we're following it's what the audience/readership will grab onto. Usually I have a basic premise and setting already there, but I don't build on it until I get to know who we're dealing with in the story. And then after building up the premise, setting, and plot I do even more character work after.

sometimes.... sometimes I get really impatient to start and start writing half way through the planning process. But anyways.

so I come up with character. do the basics. think about what their deal is. What is the journey they need to have, the lesson they need to learn, what themes and emotions do I want to explore with this character? Why is she important to me? Why will she be important to others?

I also think a lot about relationships

i just wrote a coming of age dramatic comedy for instance, and for that one, I broke up the story into my protagonists relationships. Wrote out the arc/story of each relationship and then combined each of these arcs into the key points that made up the film. Each relationship I wanted to be relevant to her grieving process, as she had just lost her mother. IDK if that makes sense. I wish I could show you but unfortunately I cannot.

for fic its honestly similar, but we already know character, so I usually ask what about this character/these characters am I most excited to explore.

that being said, coming home came to me in the idea for what they'd be like in modern day, and then a single idea for a single scene - their first kiss in the lab. I wrote that first, then asked myself what the context I wanted to give it was. Of course, I changed it a little once I actually got to writing and fleshing out chapter eight.

but this fantasy fic i'm writing is a fun example. I'm building out a lot. I'm building out characters, the world, the themes. - using visuals to help me kind of guide myself.

but because I have adhd and get impatient. I am outlining throughout this process to keep myself entertained. perhaps ideally you'd figure out everything first then outline then write but my brain just doesn't work that way.

in fics, especially, the relationship is so important that I really like to see how the obstacles they face, both due to their own psychology and internal pressures, can reflect the themes, create tension, etc.

but i also like to reflect on side characters too - their motivations and desires. So they don't just become like - flat little reflections of the central love story.

Finally, and this i learned from acting theory mostly - but I love it - is in each scene I like to think of what each character wants, what they are going to do to try and get that, and why they want it. In this fic, wants are something I also look at from a chapter by chapter basis.

side note - and i'm only saying this this far down so hopefully not too may people will see it - but I do have a secret subplot going on throughout the first half of this story that the audience doesn't know about.

in order to make this work I've been mapping out everything going on behind the scenes, and making sure they pair up well with events that people reading will see. it helps me plant little hints and seeds while hopefully not giving too much away (secret subplot in blue, actual story in red)

sorry i know this is such a ramble I just took my meds and had a double shot of expresso so I am buzzing right now lmao! Obviously I'm not the expert and there's not only one way. And also it really is so different for me every time. It's important to think about what the story actually calls for !

[lemon-ti]

The Shadow's Gambit. Pt 0.

This was meant to be an answer to the ask of @mylittlemonkiearts , who asked about how Macaque and Mei's parents met. But then I couldn't find it in the inbox :,)

Still, thanks so much for your ask! :D Again, sorry for the wait. I got a little carried away with this one, so I decided to make it into a separate part:

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Also, on another note, with the last ask, I focused more on writing rather than drawing, and it didn't get as well received as my other posts.

I really dont want to come off as rude, but It would be super helpful if you would let me know if I should focus on improving my writing skills if you saw that post, or if you have some time to check it out! ^^

Since I also planned on answering the next ask in a similar fashion.

[lady-olive-oil]

Prologue: Me & You

Note: I caved in🤣. Here we goo! let know if ya wanna be tagged in anything.

(inspired by the song Me & You By Cassie)

Word count: 1675 (I got a tad bit carried away)

Warnings: None....for now

Charcters

Prologue: Me & You

Rushing past the sea of multicolored scrubs; balloons & flowers for loved one's and the sound of phones going off from patients or guardians, this has been my life since I graduated. There's never a dull moment in the hospital. Some would say it’s tedious, while others would say it’s stressful. Yet there are those who tell us that their copay is too high.

Today was just like any other day except I had a little kid, no older than 12, going in for cast removal. And boy was she happy to see me.

“Nurse Ronnie!” Her voice chirped as she saw me walk in, with her parents in the room. 

“Sophia. I’m glad I was called in to be here with you today.” I gave her a quick hug after greeting her parents first and foremost. The two were antsy the first time we met because their daughter fell off her skateboard and didn't know what to do. Luckily, they weren’t too panicked as some parents would be.

“I am too. I am getting my cast off, and I wanted you to help Dr. Tyler.” She had a bright grin on her face while telling me the big news.

I smiled back and then got prepared for the event. “Well I’m happy to help in any way I can. Ready?”

Cynthia Tyler was the best doctor when it came to children, and a college roommate of mine at Evergreen Southern. Knowing her skill set and drive made the job easier to come in everyday. Plus she’s engaged to one of my brothers, which is an added bonus. 

Sophia nodded eagerly and took a deep breath like we practiced all those times before. She even enjoyed my singing when I would check her vitals, and called me the singing nurse. The nickname stuck with me, and took off at company gatherings for karaoke. 

As I grabbed the instruments I needed, she asked me, “Can you sing with me as you move the tiny saw?”

“Sure can.” A gentle smile was etched on my face, then I began to sing while moving the saw along her right lw. “Brown skinned, girl. Your skin just like pearls.”

With a toothy grin, she joined. “The most beautiful thing in the world. Never trade you for anybody else. Singin’ brown skin girl, your skin just like pearls.”

Moving further down, I continued with the saw to crack the top half open. “The best thing in the world. I never trade you for anybody else, singin’. She said she really grew up poor like me. Don't believe in nothin' but the Almighty. Just a likkle jeans and a pure white tee, She never did forever be nobody wifey, yeah. So while I may not pretty boy, your heart is amiss.”

“Play it like a villain 'cause she caught in a wave. Tonight I am walkin' away 9 to 5 mind, on the grind, yeah, yeah.” She smiled and giggled gently as she felt the cool air hit her leg for first time in a year.

“Tonight I might fall in love, dependin' on how you hold me. I'm glad that I'm calmin' down, can't let no one come control me. Keep dancin' and call it love, she fightin' but fallin' slowly. If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me.”

Then we both joined together as I got to the bottom of the cast. “Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls. Your back against the world. I never trade you for anybody else, say. Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls, The best thing inna di world. I never trade you for anybody else, say.”

“I can finally see my leg!” Sophia had cheered happily as she looked down at it. “Thank you!” She was happier than a Junebug in the summer.

“You’re very welcome my dear. Just make sure to wear your knee pads next time, like your parents tell you to. Ok?” I nodded towards her parents and her father chimed in.

“You hear that ladybug? Make sure you wear all your gear next time, all the time even. We aren’t saying it for our health and safety but yours.” Her mother nodded in agreement.

“Alright, sounds like an even front for all. I’ll let Dr. Tyler asses everything, get you settled on what you need to do and let you head on home.” Discarding my gloves in the waste bin, I headed out the room to see a few folks standing out in the hallway.

“Who was that singing?” One of the nurses, Ciara, asked me.

“Me and my patient, who I helped get her cast off.” I answered with a smile. “She had always asked me to sing whenever she came in.”

“Well keep up the good work then.” She chuckled and went on about her business.

“Oh I plan to.” Sending a wink in her direction, I headed back to my station to gather my stuff for the day. But I still had the song in my head. So knowing me, I kept singing.

“Pose like a trophy when Naomi's walk in. She need an Oscar for that pretty dark skin. Pretty like Lupita when the cameras close in. Drip broke the levee when my Kellys roll in. I think tonight she might braid her braids, Melanin too dark to throw her shade. She minds her business and wines her waist. Gold like 24k, okay.” Singing gently to myself, feeling the soul within the song just made my day better.

That is until I got an update on a patient that we had gotten a few days ago. “Dupree! I got an update on that one patient, I had you help out a bit ago.” Denise had pulled me to the side and typed away on the keyboard.

The files were flooding the screen, popping up left and right, until she found the right one. “Samaritan Hospital, miles away from us. Luckily the small hospital keeps others informed anyway just in case.” She continued. “Mike Simmons, right?”

“Yeah that’s him, from what you told me.” I racked through the notes myself, looking for answers. “Damn it. He got stabbed in prison; taken to Samaritan and passed there.” 

The nerves I had coursing through me were on edge. It’s a shame what happened to him, given the injustice going on. The more I looked at his picture, the more familiar he seemed.

“And this happened weeks ago?” I deeply sighed as I sat down next to her. “Any family listed on his file? Visitation records.” I couldn’t figure it out for the life of me, where else I had seen his face from. Sometimes relatives do look like, depending on which side they’re on.

Denise went typing away like the detective she is at times. “Just one person.” She stated clearly, and kept typing. Before she could start her sentence, I looked up and saw someone talking to one of the doctors that looked all too familiar. 

“Terrance Richmond.” I stated plainly, with a gentle smile on my face. He turned around and flashed his million dollar smile back at me. 

“Veronica Dupree. Long time no see.” His voice sounded like it was coated in honey, and smooth as whiskey. Something that brought back memories, and haunted my dreams.

Denise was still eying her screen. “Yeah, that’s him. How’d you know that?” I nudged her slightly, she looked up and uttered a gentle “Damn, that man is fine.” Luckily only I heard her. Was she lying though?

“Likewise.” I made my way around the counter and stood by him, gesturing to him to follow me to talk. “We’ll talk later Denise.”

“We better!” She shouted towards me with a chuckle.  

“So what brings you to Evergreen Medical?” Asking an obvious question, towards the gentle giant. His tall 6 '3 frame, made my 5' 9 seem shorter than normal.

“I wanted to thank the person who tried to help my cousin. And when the doctors told me it was you, I was thrilled actually.” We sat in the little outdoor corridor that was open in the hospital. I couldn't tell you the last time I had been entranced by his eyes. They just draw anybody in, without remorse to lose focus.

“Especially since it was someone who knows my family.” He started his sentence with a deep baritone breath, then shifted his gaze to mine. “Who I still care about.” 

And there it was, the same old Terry. Lord this man was something else. “I'm glad I could help. So when is the homegoing, if there is one.” I wanted to keep the topic at hand and not shift towards me and our past. 

“Yea there is. My parents, aunt and uncle are handling it. I also wanted to extend an invite to you and yours.” He passed me the obituary with the date set on it, and I graciously accepted.

“I will make sure that we will be there.” With a gentle smile, I looked into his eyes softly. Abort mission, Dupree! I thought to myself. Don’t you dare get lost in his hazel green eyes.

He checked his watch and sighs awkwardly. “Well uh, I gotta get going. Gotta help out with the service and all.” He got up and held his hand out to help me up. Which I took and felt a surge of electricity race through me.

“You still have my number. It never changed when you left.” A sly smirk painted on my face, as I graciously took my hand back. 

He chucked a little himself. “Fair enough. I just may call you later if you don’t mind talking to an old friend.”

“Not at all. I’m free to talk later.” Confirming the unofficial date, knowing damn well I don’t need it.

“Hope to see you around.” He waved softly and made his way back to the entrance of the hospital.

I waved back and headed back inside.“You just might.” I whispered to myself. “You just might.”

[fortytworedvines]

How about 24 for the drabble prompts?

Did I do this instead of work? Nooooooooo.... Did this get away from me? yes...

Drabble list - send me a number!

24 - "You're not supposed to be up and about” 

Audrey knew she needed to be getting up. There was breakfast to sort for a hungry household.

She just couldn't seem to move. Her arms and legs were heavy. Her head was fuzzy. The slightest movement made her dizzy. She made one more futile attempt to get up, then gave in. Closed her eyes. Let herself slip back into sleep.

Siegfried wandered into the kitchen. A frazzled Helen was at the stove, trying not to burn porridge. James and Tristan were making toast and tea.

"Where's Mrs Hall?" he asked.

"Haven't seen her," Helen said. "Don't you know?"

Siegfried frowned. She was always here. Always. Even in the depths of her despair over Edward, she had been up in the morning and making breakfast.

He turned on his heel and made for the stairs.

A rap at the door brought her out of a weird, twisting maze of a dream. "Mrs Hall? Mrs Hall, are you in there?"

She couldn't quite form the words to reply. A weird sort of groaning grunt came out instead.

There was a pause. Then his voice again, worried. "Mrs Hall, I'm going to come in."

She was dimly aware of the door opening. She forced her eyes open to see him crouching beside her. A careful hand touched her forehead. It was blissfully cool.

"You're burning up," he said, worried.

"I – don't feel good," she managed.

"I can see that." He stroked her hair. "I'm going to call the doctor."

Seeing her lying there, so still, so passive, scared him horribly. It was clear that she could barely keep her eyes open and her temperature was soaring.

"I'll be back in a minute," he promised.

He left her door open a crack, just in case she called out, then hurried downstairs. He called the doctor first, extracted a promise to come out as soon as he could, then headed for the kitchen.

The family was sat around the table and little Jimmy had porridge all over his face.

"Mrs Hall is ill," he said abruptly. "I've called the doctor. I'll take her up a cup of tea and sit with her until he arrives. James, can you handle everything?"

"I'll help," Tristan put in. "And send Mrs H our love."

James nodded. "We'll manage, Siegfried."

He poured a cup of tea, buttered a slice of toast and put it all on a tray to carry upstairs. He didn't think she'd manage food, but just in case.

He slipped back into her room and closed the door.

She was lying still, sweat beading on her forehead, eyes closed.

"Mrs Hall?" he said quietly. There was no response. "Audrey?"

A murmur.

He crouched next to her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I've brought you some tea. Can you sit up?"

Audrey blinked. He looked so worried. "Need – help," she said, through dry lips.

He slipped his arm around her and helped her upright, propping her pillows behind her. Then he let go to get her tea and she felt like she was going to fall over.

"Mr Farnon," she whispered. Immediately he was next to her again, his arm around her.

"I've got you. Here, have some tea."

Her arms felt like useless dead weight, but he lifted the cup to her lips, tipped it carefully so she could sip.

She managed two sips then lay back against his arms, exhausted with the effort of being upright.

"Do you want to lie down again?" he asked.

"Please," she murmured.

Carefully he lowered her, tucked her sheets back around her.

His hand pressed against her forehead again. "'s nice."

A smile flickered over his worried face and his hand remained in place. "Hush now. Go back to sleep. The doctor is on his way."

Her eyes fluttered closed. "Thank you."

He left his hand on her forehead as her eyes closed, as she slept. He hated seeing her like this, his indomitable housekeeper, completely floored.

Crouching next to the bed became uncomfortable. Tentatively, he sat on the bed next to her.

There was a knock at the door and a head poked round.

"Siegfried, I've brought you some breakfast," Helen said. She put a cup of tea and a plate of fresh toast next to him and stared at Mrs Hall worriedly. "How is she?"

He swallowed. "She's not well, Helen. Not well at all. Any sign of the doctor yet?"

She shook her head. "I'll send him straight up when he appears. Are you staying here?"

He gave an abrupt nod of his head and she smiled. "She's in good hands then." With another smile she left.

Siegfried looked down at the sleeping woman beside him. He stroked his thumb across her forehead, easing the little frown lines that were there. "Audrey," he murmured.

The doctor arrived within the hour, but time had slowed to a crawl for Siegfried. The head under in his hand was still burning hot. She hadn't woken again, but the occasional whimper suggested that her dreams were not pleasant.

When the doctor arrived, he took her temperature and listened to her heart. Siegfried hovered anxiously.

Finally, the doctor straightened. "Flu," he proclaimed. "Encourage her to drink when she wakes, take food if she can. She should stay in bed for a week, at least."

"Flu?" Siegfried sagged. After Evelyn... he hadn't realised quite how scared he'd been.

"She needs looking after, but she should recover. She's strong and healthy."

"Thank you," Siegfried said. He held out his hand and the doctor shook it, surprised.

"Take good care of her. Call me if she gets worse." The door closed behind him.

Groggily, Audrey emerged from sleep. There was somebody sitting next to her, a cool hand still on her head. "Mr Farnon?" she croaked.

"There you are," he said, and his tone was fond. "The doctor has been and gone. He says you have the flu."

She sighed.

"Do you think you can manage a bit more to drink?" he coaxed.

She nodded and regretted it as her head swam. A strong arm around her shoulders again and he helped her upright. This time, she wasn’t propped against her pillows bug against his chest. “There, I have you.” She felt safe, cradled against him as she was. Like he wouldn’t let her fall. “Tea. It’s cold, I’m afraid, but maybe that will help with your temperature.” He held the cup against her lips and she managed a few sips. “Good girl,” he said.

She leant back into him, let her head tuck under his. Even with the haze in her head, she thought she felt him brush a kiss to her forehead.

Sitting on his housekeeper’s bed and holding her protectively as she leant into him, despite how ill she was, Siegfried felt at peace.

He’d held himself at a distance from her for so long but she was ill, and she needed him. He wrapped his arm around her tighter. “How are you feeling?” he murmured.

She nestled into him. “Better,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

He brushed a hand over her forehead. Still burning up.

“Can I get you anything?”

His only answer was a sigh. He peered down at her. She’d gone back to sleep.

Helen appeared again a little later. If she was surprised to find Mrs Hall asleep in his arms, she said nothing. “Can I bring you anything?” she asked.

“Maybe a book? How are the boys getting on?”

“Everything’s under control. How’s Aud?”

“No better. But no worse.”

For Audrey, time was meaningless. Occasionally she woke, and Mr Farnon helped her to take sips of tea. Then she drifted off again. At some point, he’d laid her back down in bed, but he stayed beside her. Sometimes as she drifted on the edge of sleep, she could hear his voice reading to her quietly.

She felt protected.

She felt loved.

For Siegfried, the day was long. He looked after Mrs Hall as best he could, rubbed her back and murmured soothingly when she tossed in a fevered nightmare. Persuaded her to take sips of tea when she awoke. Read the book that Helen had delivered, hoping that she might find some comfort in it.

Helen delivered dinner and he ate it from the bedside table, taking care not to spill food in the bed, unwilling to leave Mrs Hall’s side even to eat.

“I can sit with her a while,” Helen offered when she retrieved his plate.

He shook his head. “I want to stay.”

As the evening wore on, he conceded to her offer. She sat with Mrs Hall while he found the camp bed and set it up in Mrs Hall’s room, washed himself and changed into his pyjamas.

Helen left with a sympathetic pat on his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll be better in the morning, Siegfried.”

“Mmm,” he muttered, unwilling to hope.

He looked down at Mrs Hall. He’d felt better for a wash – maybe she would too. He fetched a flannel, ran it gently over her face. She didn’t stir. He drew her hands out of the covers and sponged them too. She gave a little murmur. He hoped it wasn’t a sound of protest.

Then he settled down into bed. Despite the fact that he’d been confined to the room for most of the day, he was dog-tired. He slipped into sleep easily.

He woke up some hours later with a start. Mrs Hall was restless, letting out little whimpers of fear. A nightmare. He climbed out of his bed and perched on hers. Rubbed her back.

“It’s just a nightmare, Mrs Hall. It’s all right.” Her forehead was still burning.

Her eyes opened. “Siegfried?” she asked. She didn’t sound awake. A clammy hand found his. “Stay with me,” she whispered.

“Audrey – I can’t,” he said, allowing the use of her given name under the cover of the night.

“Please?” A hopeful sigh.

He couldn’t say no. He picked up her bed covers and wriggled down the bed. She rolled over to make space for him then immediately curled into him.

“Go to sleep, Audrey.” He stroked her damp hair. “I’ve got you.”

Audrey woke in the morning feeling completely disorientated, though less fuzzy than she had been the day before. She opened her eyes and blinked. There was someone next to her.

The someone rolled over and met her gaze. He blinked, and blushed. “Good morning, Mrs Hall,” Mr Farnon said. “How are you feeling?”

Audrey moved tentatively. She ached, but not as badly as she had before. Half a flash of memory appeared in her mind. “I asked you to stay,” she said, her voice still dry and croaky.

He nodded. “Do you mind?” His eyes were worried.

She smiled at him and the worry subsided. “No. And I do feel better.”

“Whole sentences are certainly an improvement,” he said drily.

She nestled into her pillow. “You were worried?”

He held her gaze. “Terribly.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. Placed a hand on her forehead. “You feel cooler today.” There was relief in his voice. “Do you think you could manage some breakfast?”

“Maybe some tea?” she asked hopefully.

“Coming right up.” He swung himself out of bed and stood in his pyjamas, looking down at her.

“Mr Farnon?” she said quietly. “Thank you.”

His voice was soft when he replied. “Anything for you, my dear.”

Siegfried threw on his dressing gown and went downstairs, on a mission for tea. The relief in his heart was overwhelming. She’d spoken coherent sentences. She hadn’t minded him being there, next to her in the bed. She was going to get better.

He waited impatiently for the kettle to boil, brewed the tea to the precise strength that she liked and carried it upstairs.

When he reached her room, she was asleep again. One hand was flung into the space that he’d vacated.

“Audrey,” he whispered to himself, tasting the word, savouring it. The first names they had exchanged last night were precious, even if she had uttered Siegfried only because she was feverish. Maybe that meant he was always Siegfried, in her head.

He sat down on the camp bed and watched her sleep, ready with the tea when she woke up and wanted it.

By the afternoon, Audrey was able to sit up in bed when she was awake. She wasn’t up to leaving it, yet, but some of the aches had gone.

Despite her protestations, Mr Farnon insisted on keeping her company and it touched her, that he was putting her above the practice.

“The boys have it all under control,” he said, waving off her concerns. “I would rather stay with you.”

In between her naps, he read to her. She let the sound of his voice wash over her.

At dinner time, she managed a small bowl of soup. “Maybe I’ll be able to get up tomorrow,” she mused hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” Mr Farnon said firmly. “A week in bed, the doctor said.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

At bedtime, Siegfried hovered uncertainly, not knowing whether he should return to his own room. Perhaps he’d outstayed his welcome.

Mrs Hall looked up at him from where she was burrowed into her bedsheets. “Stay?” she asked quietly.

He smiled at her and climbed into the camp bed.

“I’m hungry,” Audrey said to herself with wonder when she awoke in the morning. She sat up slowly in bed, testing her strength. She glanced at the camp bed – empty – and then at the clock. It was breakfast time. Mr Farnon was probably downstairs.

She swung her legs out of bed, tested the carpet under her bare feet. Could she manage it? Holding onto the edge of the bed and her bedside table, she stood. Her legs felt like jelly. She took half a step. The door felt a very long way.

It opened suddenly and Mr Farnon stood there, a steaming bowl in his hand. "You're not supposed to be up and about,” he said sternly.

“I’m hardly about,” she said. Her legs quivered, and he moved quickly, stowing the bowl on the bedside table and catching her around the waist. “Back to bed, Mrs Hall,” he said gently. “I just wanted to – try,” she said sheepishly. Siegfried helped her back into the bed. It had given him a shock, coming into the room to see her out of bed and still so fragile. He sat her up against her pillows and tucked her sheets around her.

Then he sat next to her, tentatively. “You’ve looked after me for so many years, Audrey,” he said, heart beating quicker as he used her given name. “Won’t you let me look after you, now?”

He found her hand and held it, stroking his thumb gently over hers.

He dared to meet her gaze. She was staring at him. He let the silence sit, waiting. Hoping.

“Siegfried,” she said eventually. She looked at their joined hands. “I liked it when you held me, yesterday,” her voice was barely more than a whisper. “I felt… loved.”

She looked back up at him. There was a lump in his throat. “You are so very, very loved.” He leaned forward, kissed her forehead, cupped her cheek, brushed a stray tear from her cheek. “For now, Audrey, dearest… let me look after you.”

She smiled at him tremulously. “I will.”

“Good,” he murmured. “Now, my dear.” He picked up the bowl that he’d abandoned on the side. “Have some porridge.”

[buwheal]

I wanna give him a blanket. Can it maybe just materialize outta nowhere?

(I know fabric wrinkles suck to draw. You don't gotta 😵)

[luffysprincess]

hiii amira! you know not who i am, but i think your selfships are cute. i know for your genshin selfships, you're a sumerian princess and my question is what is your base lore (like are you from the rainforest or desert, do you have a vision) and how does your journey differentiate from selfship to selfship with how you end up meeting them and how you think your life changes per individual?

Hi nyla!! Ahhhhh I’m flattered that you think my selfships are cute 🙈

So I’ve actually only thought up lore for my selfships with cyno and capitano and a little bit for tighnari, kinich and kazuha. I have almost nothing for the rest which is quite a few (im sorry im a whore for genshin men 😅).

And of those ships, I am only a Sumerian princess in my selfships with cyno and kinich. And even in those two, the lore differs a lot.

But one thing I have in common in all my selfships is that I have an anemo vision and use a polearm.

I’m gonna try and summarize things bc there are too many details in some of these and I’m worried things will be too confusing ha ha. Also this is gonna be so long I’m sorry

CYNO

With cyno, I am princess of the Kingdom of Sahra (made up) in the desert of sumeru and am betrothed to Alhaitham who is prince of the Kingdom of Ilm (also made up) in the forest side of Sumeru. Long story short, my kingdom is attacked and there are threats of my assassination being sent to the castle. So Alhaitham sends his lead guard, Cyno, to escort me safely to the forest.

The art I have with cyno is when I first meet him actually!! That very same night of our first meeting is when my palace is attacked and cyno and I escape through the walls and underground routes. He is then tasked with guarding me across the desert while avoiding a group of hunters that want me dead. (They want me dead bc of a prophecy that says I’ll be the one who kills their organization’s leader).

During our journey we go through different cities, tiny villages, mysterious runes etc etc. We even come across this little guy who Cyno hatesss bc he distrusts it but I love him and drag him along on our journey. I still haven’t picked a name for him but he is our adventure pet (every good adventure needs one)

As we travel, we learn more about each other and in turn fall in love. I fell first he fell harder. I’m the first person to laugh at his jokes (I genuinely love his jokes they make my day) and he’s so protective of me that it makes me swoon. Fun fact is that I pretend that I’m absolutely helpless bc I rather like watching him fight for me and I’m a sucker for being the damsel in distress. But at some point I am forced to actually fight and ofc I kick ass. However cyno is completely surprised by my skill and finds me admirable but also ridiculous bc why have I been hiding it????

There’s also definitely a moment where we’re stopping by a village with an ongoing festival and bc it’s me I can’t not join their dancing. Eventually I pull him in to dance with me and it’s one of those oh moments where he realizes he’s falling for me. Which is bad bc I’m supposed to marry his friend and prince, Alhaitham. So that’s where the angst comes in but by the time we get to Alhaitham’s palace, I too have fallen for cyno duh.

I am stubborn af so I straight up tell Alhaitham I don’t wanna marry him and he’s like yeah ok I don’t have a problem with that. (Me and haitham are chill penpals and also he has a separate romance with a friend of mine in this au). And instead me and cyno get married but only after we work with Alhaitham and co. to take down all the people behind my death threats etc.

This was all inspired by this art I saw. It’s one of my fave cyno fanarts and this whole idea rushed into my brain when I saw it

KINICH

With kinich, I’m a Sumerian princess also from the desert side but I’ve run away for the chance to adventure. And bc I have no sense of direction but find trouble easily, I end up in a deadly situation where I’m running for my life from a yumkasaurus on the cliffs of natlan. I slip off the cliff and my scream alerts kinich who is nearby and swings over to save me from my death kinda like a spiderman moment. When we get to safety he scolds me for being so careless, which makes me wanna annoy him even more so he low-key starts to hate me.

When he brings me to Mauvika (by force btw bc I don’t want to see her) she recognizes me as royalty right away (that’s why I didn’t wanna see her) but I convince her to assign him as my travel guide so I can adventure natlan safety. Our relationship is very I annoy him and he is forced to just deal with it. He’s a very patient man loooool

CAPITANO

I’ve written something for my selfship with him here!!

TIGHNARI

With tighnari I’m a new scholar at the akedimiya who took on a research product about a specific consecrated red vulture that was acting abnormally. But I somehow got caught in its grip and it started flying me to its nest in the forest (that’s the abnormality. It lives in the cool wet forest instead of the hot dry dessert). At some point while it’s flying I try to fight my way out of its claws and I succeed but then fall a big fall in the middle of the forest. The trees slow down my descent and tighnaris quick reflexes catch me just in time. That’s how we meet!! I don’t have anything else for this ship but I know that he makes me very flustered 🙈

KAZUHA

With kazuha, it’s kinda angsty and that’s bc he took fucking forever to come home so I created this based on my upset feelings when pulling for him. I’ve spent the most money and wishes on him and everytime he makes me use the absolute maximum amount of wishes I hate him (I don’t).

But basically I’m a simple village girl from inazuma who fell in love with kazuha but he left on that ship with beidou one day without telling me which broke my heart. For weeks and weeks, I wait for him to come back but all he does is send one letter explaining why he had to leave. But it hurt me too much already, so I leave our house bc I don’t want the reminder of him being gone. By the time he comes back to visit, I’ve also left. There’s no trace of me left. And now he’s determined to travel teyvat to find me again.

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I don’t have much lore with rest of my genshin faves (scara, childe, heizou, zhongli, aether, lyney etc) but one day I’d like to brainstorm some!!

[hourcat]

piarles + bow!! for me!! 🎀

It's never been weird between them, Pierre swears, not once: they've been friends since they were small, growing up together on the same street, playing in the same parks as they'd agreed to be paleontologists or astronauts or footballers, and it'd never mattered once to him that Charles was a girl in all that time--even when they'd gotten shipped off to different high schools across town, it hadn't changed their relationship.

But now...now, as Pierre stands out in front of Charles' house waiting with his shitty Honda parked out front, all but trembling in this oddly-tailored suit for prom, he thinks the line of weird may have finally been crossed after all these years.

It's finally been crossed because Charles in her dress looks beautiful--not covered in dirt or wearing ragged clothes she'd stolen from her older brother, or even in her usual baggy jeans look, but really elegant in a way that Pierre had never even imagined her in before; red fabric that has to be satin spilling down her legs, tapering off at her ankles, a bunched up flower nestled in the perfect center of her chest. Her hair is curled intentionally and not just from humidity--ringlets spilling over her shoulders, a stunning red bow peeking out from behind her head to tie some of it back, and oh.

"What are you looking at," she deadpans, but her mouth is curved up in that usual smirk she gives him, and Pierre realizes that her lipstick matches her dress; he clutches the corsage case tighter and shakes his head, trying to play it off, but it's no use--she's caught him red-handed as she starts making her way towards the car, and when her smirk stretches into a full-on grin, he knows he's doomed.

[new-eyes-extra-colors]

Character Design Asks: stillness, night, arms, alternate

Stillness: How does your OC act while still?

Nora is very fidgety; she has trouble sitting still. She plays with her jewelry or her hair a lot, and drums her fingers on whatever's nearby. She does dissociate sometimes, and tends to sit very still then.

Ace generally sits very still except for bouncing their leg. They're a pretty big person so it tends to shake whatever they're sitting on. They also hum or sing to themselves, or play their harmonica.

Night: What does your OC wear to sleep?

Nora wears a tank top and underwear, and adds leggings if it's cold.

Ace is a boxers-only sort of person.

Arms: Does your OC have any weapons? What weapons do they carry, and how do they wear them when they’re not fighting?

Nora carries Danse's laser rifle Righteous Authority and a 10 mm pistol. Later, she switches the pistol out for Deliverer and the rifle out for a gauss rifle found in a DIA cache. She carries the pistols in a shoulder holster on her left side, and the rifles slung over her shoulder with the barrel pointed down and to the right, so she can pull them into firing position quickly.

Ace's main weapon is a .357 magnum revolver, Lucky. When they get to New Vegas, they purchase a shiskebab called Gehenna. They carry Lucky on their left hip, and Gehenna on their back with the hilt positioned over their right shoulder.

Alternate: What would your OC’s alternate universe look be?

Here they both are as Elder Scrolls characters:

Nora would be a Cyrodiilic ranger; top skills would be archery, stealth, illusion magic, and alchemy. She'd live in the wilderness, tend her garden, and give helpful potions to travelling adventurers.

Ace would be a Redguard mercenary; top skills would be long bladed weapons, destruction magic, alteration magic, and armor/weapon repair. They'd still do courier work--they like bringing people things.

[lovedandtouched]

you loved sitting on kento’s lap.

whether it’d be during him watching tv or reading a book, you’re always there—straddling on top of him.

and of course, kento loves it. he loves that he gets to be close to his wife. he loves how you guys share each other’s warmth. he loves how the gap between the two of you always close.

kento can’t escape from his work. even at home, he’s always working on something.

one time, he came home and went straight to work on something. you’ve noticed that he had been overworking himself and knowing your husband—he doesn’t like working overtime, he doesn’t like extra workloads, so you knew something was wrong.

you went into the kitchen to brew some coffee, carefully pouring some on a cup and you tiptoed your way to him.

“hi, ken...” you calmly called out, you knew that he can get a little fussy sometimes when he gets too overwhelmed with the amount of work he does.

but he never snaps at you.

“hey, sweetheart. what are you doing still up?”

“you know i can’t sleep without you by my side.” you pout, coming closer to him and setting the cup on top of his table.

“thank you, lovey. i’m almost done, just... a few more...” he sighed counting unfinished papers. looking back to you, he spreads his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap.

“it’s okay, ken... take your time, just don’t overwork yourself, ‘kay?” you mumbled on his chest. playing with the hem of his tie, you noticed that he didn’t even have the chance to change into his casual clothing.

he just hums. his left hand caressing your back with an up and down motion. the bump of his wristwatch doesn’t fail to go unnoticed.

you look up at him, your hands cupping his face as you press your lips onto his.

“i love you, kento.” you pull away, your head moving to snuggle on the crook of his neck.

“i love you more, sweetheart.” he said, kissing your hair and going back to work on his papers.

you’re his motivation, you’re what gets him going. he quickly goes over his work as if he just got energized.

of course, as soon as he finished. he carried you back to your shared bed, changed into something more comfortable and snuggled against you.

an: based from a recent ask, i’m having writer’s block and this is the only i could come up with, i’m sorry 😿

[ghostsprincess]

I can't stop thinking about Ghost being a better boyfriend than your ex, even without establishing that title....

This is a continuation of part one.

warning: mention domestic abuse

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Simon was there every night you worked. You never gave him your schedule, but he'd show up and settle onto one of the stools like clockwork. Soap often joined him, and while they carried on like always, you knew Simon's gaze lingered on your body. You could practically feel the weight as you took drink orders and pulled pints. It wasn't unwelcome. In fact, it made everything easier knowing you weren't alone if your ex dared show his face.

When your shifts ended, Simon would walk you back to your new place. The one time you insisted he didn't need to do that, he grunted and said, "What if I want to?"

You didn't mention it again. Instead you got into a routine of giving him a fifteen minute warning when your shift was going to end, and you'd head out into the cold night with him at your side. He was mostly quiet while you chatted about whatever was on your mind. When you'd ask him about himself, he'd reroute the conversation back to you. Then he would wait while you unlocked your door and stepped inside.

You always had the urge to invite him in, but you were taking up so much of his time already. And what would you do with him anyway? This hulking military man with kind eyes? 

You thanked him and gave him a little wave before ducking inside, and you knew he always waited until he heard the sound of your door locking before he left. 

"Y' alright, love?" he asked one night when you were starting to feel particularly good about yourself again. Your split lip had healed which required less makeup. You felt stronger for having left your ex in the dust. You were wearing a new top that made you feel sexy.

"Yeah. I'm alright, Simon. I feel really good, actually."

You served him a drink and refused to let him pay. You really ought to make him stop tipping you at this rate. He was doing so much for you and getting nothing in return. He was doing all of the boyfriend duties just as he had promised, but he never so much as touched you other than the occasional hand hold.

What if you wanted more?

He broke into your thoughts as he said, "I can tell. Ya' been smiling more. Almost ready to go?"

Tonight you felt like you were floating along the dirty sidewalk with your hand tucked in Simon's massive paw. He was keeping you warm without doing anything, and he listened to your nervous rambling as you tried your best to work up your courage. But the two of you reached your front door all too quickly.

"Get inside," he said, voice deep and tender in spite of the command. "An' lock up."

When he started to pull his hand away, you didn't let him. And you didn't budge when one of his eyebrows inched higher. "Not quite yet," you whispered, toe tapping the cement step you were standing on which put you slightly closer to him in height. "I have to tell you something."

Simon's lips pressed together in a tight line, and his chin dipped in a slight nod. "I need to tell ya' something, too. Just don't want to."

"What?" you asked immediately, the lightness you'd been feeling instantly replaced with a lead brick inside you.

"I'm leaving. Late tomorrow night. Not until after I make sure ya' get home from the pub."

"Leaving?" you whispered, heart pounding faster. He was in the military. Some sort of special mission involvement. You knew that much. And you could read between the lines to know that someone who looked and behaved like he did was probably about to risk his life, not for the first time. "Simon, where are you going?" you asked with tears in your eyes even though you figured he wouldn't be able to tell you.

Simon shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile. It was a rare sight, and it made you dizzy. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be worried 'bout me." You wanted to tell him you would be. You'd worry nonstop until you saw him again. You'd come to rely on him, but mostly you liked how you felt when he was around. "There'll be someone to walk ya' home from work every night. I can promise that."

You wanted to lean in and kiss him, but instead you threw your arms around his neck. He was so solid and warm, and the scrape of his facial hair on your cheek was somehow comforting. "But I'll see you tomorrow, right?" you asked, voice breaking on a sob.

"I'll see ya' tomorrow, love."

He didn't move an inch as you extracted yourself, and the sound of his receding footsteps could only be heard once you'd locked yourself inside.

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Part three