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luanna801 · 1 year
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I love some JonaMina, but- Mina and LUCY as a vampire power couple?
"My dear Mina!" Cold arms encircle her. There was pain at first, she thinks, but she can no longer remember it. Despite the coolness of the embrace, she feels a strange warmth flooding through her.
"Oh my darling, I am so happy that you can join me now!"
Mina raises her head. Lucy's golden hair tumbles freely around her shoulders, and her mouth is stained red with the blood she's just consumed. Mina's blood, she realizes. Dizzily, she puts a hand to her lips and remembers tasting her friend's lifeblood in return.
Lucy's eyes are glowing with a fierce joy, and Mina thinks that she has never looked more beautiful.
"We shall never be parted now, my love," she says exultantly, and when she holds out her hand, Mina takes it without hesitation.
"Come, my dear - the others will join us soon enough."
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phantomwarrior12 · 2 years
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There is an anon who sent me a prompt for Nightmare!Cayde-6 on the moon haunting the Guardian about a week ago and honestly...how's that power of premonition, friend?
How did you know we'd be dealing with nightmares this season???
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faelapis · 9 months
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crazy seeing rightwing people calling the barbie movie anti-men considering i’m pretty sure the “i’m just ken” song did more good for men’s mental health than any number of their shitty little incel forums combined
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nartothelar · 3 months
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As an art prompt: Emmet eating cup noodles while his big noodle wants a bite too
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emmet eating cup noodles with his big noodle
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artsyunderstudy · 5 months
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“I lean over the pool, let him sink back and run his fingers across my horns. His eyes shimmer as he studies them, his mouth tweaked in fascination. He’s so beautiful.”
What Remains After the Storm by @hushed-chorus
Carry on Countdown | Day One: Creature
This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn't double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.
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femmefatalevibe · 11 months
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2023 Mid-Year Check-In & Reflection
Some journal prompts and questions to reflect & evaluate your progress throughout the year. Hope this helps xx
January- May 2023 Reflection:
Looking back, how would you describe the first half of 2023?
What are your highlights of the first half of 2023? What goals, milestones, or accomplishments have you achieved in the past 6 months?
What failures or ruts have you encountered in the first half of 2023? How have you coped with these lows? What mindset shifts, habits or routine changes have you/are you implementing to get back on track?
What goals did you set for yourself at the beginning of 2023? What happened with your progress? Which goals did you pursue and which did you abandon? What happened with the goals in each category? Why or why not did you choose to continue pursuing each of these goals?
What have your routines/daily lifestyle habits looked like for the first half of 2023? What improvements or downgrades have you made? What aspects of these routines do you like or dislike? What needs to stay the same and what needs to change?
June- December 2023 Goals & Reset:
On January 1, 2024, what would you have accomplished between then and now to consider these next 6 months to be a successful half-year?
How would you describe your ideal self going into 2024? What habits, routines, ways of working, socializing, dressing, interacting with others, and self-care activities does this person incorporate into their lifestyle?
What goals do you have for the second half of 2023? Describe these goals in the most descriptive and specific ways possible in each area of life. What habits or routines do you need to implement to achieve these goals? Don't be afraid to think outside the box for creative or unconventional solutions.
What challenges do you anticipate having to face over the next 6 months? What specific actions or routines can you implement to minimize the impact or consequences of these obstacles?
What have your experiences throughout the first half of 2023 taught you about yourself? How can you leverage these self-discoveries to work towards becoming closer to embodying your ideal self? What habits, people, products, routines, or self-talk practices do you need to add or remove from your life to make these lifestyle changes possible for you?
Feel free to share any insights, accomplishments, or life lessons in the comments, too. Everyone deserves to feel heard and have the chance to celebrate their wins!
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wisteriagoesvroom · 3 days
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For the trope mashup thing whatever: arranged marriage and neighbors 👀 - CX
again not one i would've picked but thank you for prompting it !! this also uh, got longer than i thought.
(from the prompts mash up - still taking submissions)
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“What do you mean your visa’s running out?” Lando asks.
“I’m Australian. Not a magician. Commonwealth only gets you so far.” 
“I thought you were here on a scholarship.”
“Well. Yeah. But scholarships stop. Once you graduate.” 
Lando toes the doorway rug. It feels weird to be talking about this in the middle of the hallway, though the only other person who would be listening might be Mrs. Kapoor, and half the time it’s only because she sticks her head out to ask if Lando or Oscar would take one of her mystery vegan curries. Lando is neither a huge fan of vegan food nor curry, and he trusts Oscar’s word for it that it’s good because they eat it while playing Gran Turismo at Lando’s place. But Lando always accepts the curries nonetheless, because his parents raised him to be polite, and he wasn’t raised in a barn. (Even if he technically grew up in converted farmhouse in the countryside, but that was besides the point.)  Either way, this is slipping away from him much quicker than he’d anticipated. Late night hangouts, dropping mail and post-it notes, text messages about the community garden. The most inane smalltalk about things big and small from the origins of moths to whether aliens were out there or just chose to ignore the +44 area code. Oscar always laughing in the right places when Lando regales him about tales of his terrible online dating stories, Oscar always picking the pickles out of the roast beef bagels before he passes one to Lando. The corner of Lando’s sofa that Lando has started to think of as Oscar’s because he’s there so often, reading one of his books or trying to speedread a JSTOR article about the lifecycle of urban pathogens while Lando worked on artwork for his upcoming store launch. 
Lando’s synapses are firing too fast. His brain did that most days, and that was what made him exceedingly good at his job, and today in particular - it doesn’t feel like there’s any logical way out. 
Lando remembers that movie they watched once though. As a joke. The one they both pretended not to enjoy, with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds in Alaska. The one they watched when Oscar sat next to Lando on the sofa, and they both pretended the entire night that their knees weren’t touching. 
His therapist said he had a tendency to get ahead of himself when under stress. But it’s a joke, it’s not serious, there’s no way—
“We could just like, get married.”
Lando shoves his hands in his pockets. That came out way more calm and cooler than he thought it actually would.  And to his credit, Oscar doesn’t drop his mug of tea. Lando knows that’s his favourite one, because Lando got it for him, and it says Science is my superpower. Oscar does, however, slightly shift his grip on the mug.
“I feel like it’d be complicated to explain to my mum why I randomly married my upstairs neighbour?” 
“But it’s not a no.”
Oscar tilts his head. There’s a glimmer of something focused, maybe even hungry in his eyes. Oscar gets like that when his mind turns, when he’s working on an especially difficult thesis, when the pieces are forming and he can lock into the crucial details.
Lando is a little alarmed at how much he already recognises it, and how much more often he’d like to draw that reaction out. 
“If the facts don’t fit the theory, then reexamine the facts. Right?” Oscar says.
And Lando is there, in the doorway. Conscious that Mrs Kapoor might’ve heard everything, but all the more conscious that there’s a hammering in his heart that he can’t tell is nervousness, or anticipation. 
What’s the stress limit for a joke you’re probably already pushing too far? Lando thinks.
He isn’t sure.
But maybe it’s a thesis worth testing out.  
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(and ok maybe i cheated a little on arranged marriage but i think this is the closest i could get with the contemporary context. thank you @cx-boxbox for the prompt <3)
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stsghrs · 6 months
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an old married couple satosugu fic where they visit the jujutsu high and tell everyone how their teachings are wrong, how "back in the day we were the strongest...", and are generally just annoying old grandpas, but we know everyone loves and respects them
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cpressmn · 2 years
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i love love love your prompts. 9 or 19, whichever you prefer <3
i was gonna try to combine them, but all i could think about was your fic so i decided to try and be original instead. hope it's everything you were dreaming it would be <3
19. sitting on each other's laps
“Nope, get up. That’s my seat.” Steve snaps his fingers at Dustin, other hand balancing his plate of pizza.
“You got up,” Dustin counters. “You forfeit all rights to your seat when you get up.”
Steve doesn’t bother arguing with the kid, knowing he’ll be met with a snotty, Those are the rules, Steve. What, you want me to change the universal laws of dibs for you? Get over it. Instead, he frowns at El, settled in between Dustin and Lucas on the couch in the Wheeler’s basement. “You were supposed to save my spot.”
She has the grace to look at least a little sorry. “I tried.”
“You have superpowers. Seems like maybe you could’ve tried a little harder.”
El shrugs, apparently done feeling apologetic.
“She just likes me more than she likes you. More than anyone, actually.” Dustin slings his arm around her shoulders, gummy smile on full display. “I’m her favorite.”
“Ha.” Max’s eyes are unfocused, but she still manages to fling an unimpressed look in Dustin’s direction, shifting in her wheelchair next to the couch.
“I’m her favorite boy,” Dustin corrects.
“Hey! What about me?” Lucas pouts.
“I’m literally her boyfriend,” Mike says from where he’s sitting on the recliner opposite Eddie, taking a break from their discussion about the latest campaign to scold his best friends.
“Tough shit. Still her favorite.”
El looks at Mike, then at Lucas, at Dustin, considering, and back to Mike. “Dustin’s my favorite,” she confirms.
“That’s messed up,” Lucas mutters, accepting Max’s consoling pat on his arm.
“Congratulations,” Steve says dryly, interrupting Dustin’s cheers of victory and Mike’s flustered protests. “Now where am I supposed to sit?”
“You can sit right here, princess.”
Eddie, comfortably sprawled in one of the recliners, pats his lap and grins smugly at Steve, like he knows his invitation won’t be accepted.
It’s been some kind of unspoken competition between the two of them lately, seeing who can get under the kids’ skin the fastest with their excessive displays of affection and pet names. It started with a co-parenting bit the kids developed several weeks back. The dipshits love to tease them, enjoy how frustrated Steve gets when they call him their mom and Eddie their dad, and the best way to get them to lay off, Steve had reasoned, was to lean into it. 
Instead of huffing or rolling his eyes the next time the kids told Eddie to “talk some sense into his wife,” Steve had said, “Eddie agrees with me. Don’t you, honey?” while unnecessarily straightening the collar of Eddie’s jacket, pressed close into his space. 
Eddie’s eyes had widened in surprise, but only briefly. Almost immediately, his hands were settled on Steve’s hips, and he was crooning something ridiculous, along the lines of, “Always, baby.” It had the kids gagging in response, making various faces and comments that all meant the same thing: they hated seeing the two of them act like this. 
Which is, of course, exactly why Steve and Eddie keep doing it.
It’s like a game of Gay Chicken, except the only people they’re trying to freak out are their obnoxious observers. 
So when Eddie offers his lap and looks at Steve like he knows he won’t do it, like this is too far outside the range of Steve’s comfort level, Steve rises to the challenge.
Like he does most things in his life, Steve doesn’t think it through very much, just shrugs and plops down in Eddie’s lap. “Thanks,” he says over his shoulder, relishing the surprised sound Eddie lets slip.
It’s more uncomfortable than he thought it would be, and he shifts around a little, fully blaming Eddie’s skinny ass legs. He’s never actually sat in someone’s lap before, though, so maybe he’s a little to blame, too. 
He always loved being the one with a lapful of the latest girl he was flirting with. He got to wrap his arms around her waist, tug her closer to his chest. It was easy to access her ear for whispered conversations and her neck for teasing kisses. And it was always nice, being that close to someone, the weight of them bearing down on him pleasant. Comforting, even.
This, though, being on the other end of it, isn’t as fun as he thought it would be. His thighs are tense, still holding himself up so he doesn’t crush Eddie beneath him, and he feels about two seconds away from toppling over. 
“You’re not gonna break me, you know.” Eddie’s voice is low, his breath hot on the back of Steve’s neck, and Steve fights like hell to suppress a shudder. He’s supposed to be the one with the upper hand in all this. “I’m stronger than I look. Relax.”
Eddie’s arm loops around his middle and pulls him in, and Steve finally lets himself melt into his hold, resting his full weight on Eddie. He wraps an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and angles his body inward, keeping one leg tucked between both of Eddie’s and draping the leg closest to Eddie across Eddie’s other leg. He doesn’t resist it when Eddie grabs Steve’s outer thigh, keeping him in place. Steve would never admit it, but it’s almost…nice. Being held by Eddie like this. Possibly even better than being the one doing the holding. 
“Must you? There’s a stool, like, right next to you,” Dustin says, pointing to the stool that is, in fact, available and right next to them.
Whatever. Steve shrugs. “This is more comfortable.”
“Aww, sweetheart,” Eddie coos and taps Steve’s nose with his ringed forefinger. Steve narrows his eyes. Leave it to Eddie to keep trying to one-up him. Trying and succeeding, which is the most irritating part.
“Ew,” Max says after Lucas explains to her what they’re doing. “Can you not?”
“Seriously. We were in the middle of a conversation,” Mike adds on, eyeing Steve with disdain.
“And? I’m not stopping you.” Steve takes a bite of his pizza. Pretends like this is completely normal and not at all affecting him in any way.
He feels, more than hears, Eddie chuckling and has to bite back his own smile in response. “Continue, Wheeler,” Eddie beckons, and everyone resumes their conversations before Steve interrupted them so he could sit on Eddie’s lap.
At least, Steve thinks they do. It’s hard to focus on anything other than the way Eddie is unconsciously rubbing his thumb in soothing circles against Steve’s waist. It’s a little dizzying, and Steve blames his recent dry spell on his reaction to such a simple touch. To any of Eddie’s touches as of late. He’s just desperate for any kind of human contact, so it only makes sense that he’s more sensitive to it, no matter who it’s coming from. 
He’s startled out of his thoughts when El makes Dustin’s drink explode in his face. Dr. Pepper drips off his nose, and the room erupts into laughter as he lunges to wipe his face off on her sleeve despite her twisting away, squealing. 
Eddie laughs, delighted, never tired of El’s displays of her powers, and his grip on Steve tightens. When he turns to Steve with his bright eyes and dimpled cheeks, Steve is powerless to do anything but return his smile and hope it doesn’t look too dopey. 
Maybe Eddie would want to try this again during movie night this week. Steve reaches up to grasp his other wrist, properly encircling Eddie’s neck with his arms, and sinks further into Eddie’s hold. The kids would hate it. 
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mae-dwrites · 2 months
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“You remind me of someone.” her voice was contemplative.
“I do?” she could hear him quirk his eyebrow.
“Yeah.” her voice was unusually quiet.
“Is that good or bad?” he gave a nervous laugh and leaned back watching her.
Dani sighed looking down at the city below them. She didn't quite know. She’d found him but he didn't recognize her.
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srapsodia · 2 years
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ACK this is the anon from like 2 minutes ago i didn't see that ur not that jazzed about witcher stuff anymore <3 i come to you with a humble apology and a different prompt for the current blorbos -
#10 - stede and ed having a nice lil tiny romantic dance / stede teaching ed how to waltz?
10: Dancing together
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Dancing lessons part 2! Ed's a natural and they're having fun with it now ♥
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write-it-motherfuckers · 11 months
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Person A: “How the hell did you even get that past security?! I know they searched you!”
Person B: “Let’s just say there are a few benefits to having a larger bust, and leave it at that.”
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lolottes · 6 months
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Nord Weston
Wes screwed up.
He had finally managed to convince that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were one and the same person. Then he was congratulated and told what they were going to do to him....
This is not what he wanted!!!
He had to get to Dash as quickly as possible because he had Jazz's number (He couldn't contact the Fenton children directly after all, he would have been too visible)
But he had a plan! He was going to move again and… It was true that he and Fenton were A LOT alike....
Despite the (deserved) hostility from his friends, Danny followed his plan. They didn't really have anything better even if they had already made arrangements.
This is how a trio of brothers rushed to Gotham a new city as part of a JL witness protection program
I hesitated between twin brothers or whether they share the same identity, so if you want to play it like two West Westons, go for it, this time I'm not doing a second very similar prompt
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canisalbus · 7 months
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I've followed your art for I think a handful of years now across a few accounts/platforms and while I always admired and love your art, i just wanted to say how much I ADORE your Vasco and Machete art. They bring me so much joy and I keep sending them to my girlfriend who isn't on Tumblr. I love learning more about them!! I love seeing them interact!!! I want to know more but I'm awful at coming up with Good Questions so also a big thank you to the other people prompting more art and info about them!!
That's so sweet, thank you! I'm glad to hear you like them! ;_;
Somehow it always makes me just a little bit emotional when people tell me they're showing my art to their non-tumblr friends and family.
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thetarttfuldickhead · 3 months
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Vague prompt: Rebecca vehemently disagrees with the dad advise that Ted gives Jamie
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Ted, why would you tell him something so stupid – not to mention potentially dangerous! What’s next, are you going to tell me I need to forgive Rupert for the years of lying and cheating and bloody gaslightning, too?”
Ted blinked at her, looking a little stunned, and Rebecca loved him, she did, and respected his opinion hell of a lot more than she did most other people’s, but sometimes he just didn’t get it.   
“Well, no, but to be honest, I kinda thought you might have had already, what with you no longer feeling the need to destroy him and those other things you said.”
“That’s not forgiveness, Ted,” Rebecca said flatly as she reached for the drink she suddenly felt a very strong need for, “that’s just not letting him matter enough to make me do things I otherwise wouldn’t, and that’s not even remotely the same thing.”
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femmefatalevibe · 1 year
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i feel like i don't have an ideal self
any tips?
Hi love! Sharing some resources below:
Cultivate your personal brand (Start HERE) and try out this exercise
Learn how to communicate effectively (Start with my Communication Playbook and guide to master your written communication skills)
Put yourself first (Create healthy habits like the ones I suggest HERE, establish and uphold your boundaries, make your expectations known, set goals and create a realistic plan of action to achieve them, and engage in regular self-care activities/rituals)
Practice self-regard in every aspect of life (here's my cheatsheet)
Educate yourself on topics you're interested in, pertaining to your career field/industry, current events, and other subjects that would be intriguing to others at dinner parties
Decide that you're worth it and make it your mission to cultivate unshakable confidence
Invest in your appearance (style, skincare, hair, nails, makeup routine, diet/exercise)
Make an effort to make peace with your past, see how it influences your present, and reflect on how these data points can help you set your future self up to win
Consider every interaction (written, verbal, self-reflecting, interpersonal, etc.) as a practice in the art of seduction
Sharing some reflective journal prompts HERE.
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