#not a prompt
[WP] Describe a meeting between a centaur cowboy, a werewolf spaceman, a vampire noir detective, a mermaid pirate captain and a dragon knight | | Want to submit a writing or a prompt? Read the rules here
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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YEAH writers are so skilled honestly, I haven't read a lots of fanfics because of my pretty much unexistant attention span and dyslexia, but the ones i've read are amazing. and tbh yep, dsmp members should really take into consideration making some stuff from fanfics canon because hollllly shiit i've seen some really cool ideas. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ALSO yea i'm fine! :D -💧
oooo cant you put all the fic into google translator and make the text to speech read it like an audio book then?
happy to hear you are doin' good!
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“I already have a family,”
“You don’t want to marry me?” He cocks his head slightly, like a confused puppy, only he is more like a wolf than a pup. “But why?”
Under the dim light of the lantern above his head, his eyes glint almost dangerously. What’s scarier is that they look vacant, as if he has no humane emotions.
I gulp slightly. “You said I’ll have to leave Joseon if I were to marry you. I don’t wish to leave to leave my home, family and friends.”
“Oh. But you have no friends?”
I force a tight smile on my face. “My servants are my friends, my lord.”
“You can bring them with us to Qing. I do not mind.”
How do I tell him that I simply don’t want to marry him at all? I’ve tried being courteous but he’s being difficult now. Maybe he’s the kind of person that you have to be painfully honest with.
“My lord, I don’t want to marry you nevertheless. That’s my final decision.” The only decision that I can make for myself as for now.
“I see that you’re quite a bold person. A quality rare to be found among Joseon’s noblewomen.” He sounds amused. Judging from his grin, he is. “But . . . may I know the reason to why you wish not to marry me?”
“I have no desire to marry, my lord.”
A sly smile spread across his beautiful face. “Jo Namil must have left a huge scar in your heart.”
I flinch at the name of my brother-in-law. A muscle in my jaw tick.
“My lord, I can assure you this has nothing to do with him,” I tell him with my chin tilts upward defiantly.
“Sure.” He smirks. “Come again tomorrow when you’re no longer shaken from his return.”
“Why would I? I’ve said what I wanted to say here and there’s no need for us to see one another again.”
Lee Seunggyeom merely looks at me from beneath his lashes. My hands are itching to slap the smirk off his face.
“Then I shall come to you, Na Inkyung,” he says before walking away, leaving me angrier than ever.
It’s day 23 of Pridewrite! We’re in the last stretch with only a week left to go!
Today’s prompt is: #pw23, Neurodiverse LGBTQ+. (Not just autism & ADHD, but also dyslexia, dyscalculia, DID/OSDD, etc)
Today’s alt prompt is: #pw alt23, Mythology. Our thoughts: Does your world have queer mythology? Do you want to explore our world’s queer myths? Do your character’s love mythology? Fancy playing around with mythical creatures? Or do you want to write about Marvel’s version of Loki or Thor? There’s a lot of room here!
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Today’s prompt is: Dark clouds
Jordan: It’s so cute!
Jonathan: Come on we have to pet it!
Superman: It has three heads.
Superman: IT HAS THREE HEADS AND VERY SHARP TEETH.
Jonathan: Still a dog to us.
Jordan: C’mon, let’s go say hi
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[WP] For years you've been hunting a myth, a creature known as 'The Historian'. Throughout history, it has appeared before crumbling empires and heated battles, speaks to the hero's of the time, and vanishes. It all seems in vain, until a man in a suit appears in your room and asks for your name. | | Want to submit a writing or a prompt? Read the rules here
Kagumo Week Day 5: Bunnies | Wolves
Truly, this is cursed.
Bonus Kakashi being born:
a random prompt that came up, might add this to my never ending wips, made it vague since i dunno who fits it best from haikyuu. who do you think will do this?
"MINE!" he points towards your direction and looks at you instead of the ball that he's supposed to receive to keep the rally going. gasps can be heard everywhere, the crowd that was once going crazy over the game now dead silent after the scene.
the sound of the ball hitting the ground is the only thing that can be heard as your friend, who's beside you, vigorously shakes you "his?!?!"
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The brothers react to MC who is suffering some pain and it's making them grouchy (featuring Luci and Beel)
hello, why yes I am grouchy and in pain, why do you ask? I want my demon partners to comfort me so that's what's happening.
you're both in his study, he at his desk and you at the little spot that's all yours
even thinking about how he doesn't let anyone else hang out in there, how he made sure this little corner was comfortable for you, isn't cheering you up
you're trying to do your homework but you can't concentrate
"MC, is everything ok?"
the question startles you. you were so in your own head that you didn't even realize the scribbling of his pen had stopped
the man is so busy, all the time, the last thing he needs is distraction. plus! now he's gonna be up even later than usual, putting that much more time between now and when you can finally curl up in his arms
should've never come in here to do homework, you think
"oh? uhh it's nothing... I was just thinking I should finish my homework in my room, maybe."
you move to gather your things but he leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. there's a stern look on his face
"I can tell something is wrong and it would save us both some precious time if you just tell me what it is. I can't help unless you tell me."
anger! who the hell does he think he is? he doesn't have to take on every little thing, that's why you hardly ever get any time with him to begin with! he's always finding other people's problems to fix!
you can see concern on his face, checking your anger enough that you don't say anything nasty
"I just don't want to interrupt you, you're so busy and it'll just make it so you're in here even longer than usual and I'll have to fall asleep alone. again."
tears prick at your eyes. goddammit.
his face softens. he rises from his chair and walks over to yours, kneeling so he's eye level with you
he takes his gloves off, holds both of your hands in his
"please tell me what's wrong, MC. I couldn't possibly work now that I see that you're so upset, not until I know what's going on."
the dam breaks
you tell him everything
it starts as a list of complaints about your painful body, your terrible day, your mood but
it evolves into a monologue about anything and everything that's being weighing on you lately
before you can stop yourself, he ends up hearing about how you wish he was available to pay attention to you more often
he listens, watching you with soft eyes, kneeling there like he could do it for a year and never know discomfort
which of course pisses you off. it's a lot easier to feel angry than feel hurt and neglected
"and you wouldn't understand, how could you! how much a constant, irritating pain can just wear you down until all you want to do is be held. I've never seen you thrown off just because you slept weird or fell down some stairs. you're a demon and it's a human thing, I guess."
he pulls you into his lap on the floor, holds your head gently against his chest
you feel him kiss the top of your head and it's enough to make you want to cry even more
"you're right. I don't know what that's like. we don't experience many of the things humans do, and that makes it hard to sympathize. but that doesn't mean I don't understand that you're hurting, in more ways than one."
his touches, his scent, his comforting presence... it's all you want right now
you start crying in earnest because you know that it's not going to last nearly long enough
remembering how busy he is, you get control of yourself pretty quickly
he lifts your face to his and kisses the tears from your cheeks, so gently
he kisses your lips just as gently
he looks into your eyes, smiling
"let's go to my room. I'll order delivery for dinner so we don't have to talk to anyone else. we'll snuggle and watch something cute on TV. how does that sound?"
"b-b-but... you're too busy, I can't let you do that."
he's already standing up with you still in his arms, carrying you like it's nothing towards the door
"the work isn't going anywhere, my precious human. it can wait today."
you're sitting at the island in the kitchen, staring at your laptop but not seeing it, too distracted by the pain and foul mood to concentrate
Beel walks in, already eating a snack but heading to the fridge for another
cue brilliant, sweet smile
"hey, MC :)"
you don't acknowledge him at all, honestly scared you'll say something hurtful because you're cranky
also it's annoying how he is CONSTANTLY eating
he already has a snack, dinner is in an hour, wtf
it doesn't usually bother you, which is why you know it's best to just keep your mouth shut
he stands next to you, staring at you
he waves his hand in front of your face with a soft, concerned "hello?"
you snap your head around to him
cue sad puppy eyes
"you look sad and I...I was just wondering how you're doing :( " *munches dejectedly, looking at the floor*
oh. ohhh that hurts. the sweetest man you've ever loved is sad and you're the idiot who put that look on his face
you start crying, wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your face in his shirt
"I'm so sorry, Beel" *sniffle* "I didn't mean to- hic -snap at you like that"
he hugs you back, in that way that he has where you can tell he's being exceptionally gentle but it still almost hurts, he's just so strong
literally just holds you like that until you run out of gas, rocking you slightly
you pull away, looking for a tissue or something to blow your nose
not only were you mean to Beel but now he has to see you looking puffy and gross. this is the WORST day
you look at him, hoping not to see those hurt, sad puppy eyes. you don't. he's just concerned, a big wet spot on his shirt where you cried
"I'm... I'm really sorry, Beel. I just don't feel good and I've had a bad day, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. and now your shirt is all wet"
you start to cry again
he looks down at his shirt, looks back at you trying to mop your face with your hands
he immediately takes off his shirt and hands it to you. "I don't care about that. here, blow your nose."
weird, but it's softer than the paper towels on the counter so you take it
"I'm sorry, I'll wash it for you."
his hands feel warm and huge on your shoulders as he crouches enough to catch your eyes.
"seriously, MC, I don't care about that. it's not important. what else do you need?"
you hug him again, tighter this time, and he hugs you back
his strong arms around you, his scent, the way he makes you feel so safe... it's all you want right now
"just you, Beel. can we go cuddle in your bed? please?" you look up into his eyes
he's smiling down at you and speaks in that low, silky voice of his
"of course. any time, MC. you know that."
you nod and smile, just a little. you do know that
excuse me, you're going to have to check that baggage. oh, you mean these? no, these are my emotional support demons. I have a permit.
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「 ❍ 」 — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄
insert either your name + your bias / a character or two characters / your OTP, etc.
USE THIS LINK!
*sobs in simp*
tagged by: @sanniesunn tysm <3
tagging: anybody that'd like to do this cuz this was cute af
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[ cw ; angst, miscommunication, slight mention of crappy home life, sad vibes ]
600 words - just a little blurb
(Remus Lupin’s POV)
“I’m telling you guys, Evans will say yes this time!” James explained as he collapsed on the couch next to Remus.
“And how many times have you told us that exact statement prongs?” Peter huffed as he sat crisscross on the floor.
“Mate, we love you, and we understand that you fancy Evans too much for your own good, but Pete is right. It’s never different and maybe you should accept it.” Sirius cut him off and plopped down on the chair across from them.
“Moony! Tell them you agree with me and that it is different this time!” James grabbed onto Remus’s arm so he would have no choice but to look into his sad brown eyes.
“James. We just don’t want to see you heartbroken, a person can only handle so many rejections.” Remus hated to see James look so dejected. He knew from personal experience that longing for a person who doesn’t love you back is a hurt unimaginable to those who haven’t gone through it. He just didn’t understand why James couldn’t see that Lily was probably never going to say yes to him.
James Potter was probably the only person Remus knew who could bounce back so well after being told he wasn’t good enough. It scared Remus. One might think because he knew someone who could do it that would make it easier, that was not the case. Here’s the thing, Remus had realized he was in love with his best mate in 4th year, it was currently 7th year and Remus just sat back and did nothing about it.
He could pull a James and ask out Sirius until he finally caved, that might have been the Gryffindor thing to do. Instead he chose to watch from the sidelines as Sirius snogged girls right in front of him. It might have been considered cowardly but Remus was not going to lose a best friend over something as stupid as his feelings that would never be reciprocated.
(Sirius Black’s POV)
Sirius Black didn’t know what he was doing with his life. He was confused and didn’t know how to process anything happening in his life. A year ago he had figured out that he might slightly be in love with his best friend Remus Lupin.
The realization came to him as he was in the Astronomy tower drinking away his woes with Marlene McKinnon. She opened up to him about the fact that she’s been dating Dorcas Meadowes for a couple months now, and that led to a conversation about self discovery and Marlene told him he might be like her. At first he shoved it down, deep down where all those types of thoughts go. But the most he thought about it the more he realized it was true. He was in love with Remus Lupin.
The problem here? Sirius was no James Potter. Sirius couldn’t handle someone breaking his heart. He already had enough of that at home and besides, that was his job. He was the Hogwarts Hearthrob and he was the heartbreak prince. It wouldn’t bode well for his reputation to be shattered by Remus telling him he didn’t think of him in that way.
Keeping his feelings hidden was for the better. It was extremely hard, but it was for the better. He would continue his heartbreaker persona by snogging all the girls who came to him, and in those moments he could forget Remus for just a fraction of a second. He hated himself for being so cowardly but he was not about to lose his best friend over something as stupid as his feelings that would never be reciprocated.
something from all i need is you verse please? i miss it!
i miss it too love!
Ever since meeting Rosé, Denali was fascinated by the sheer amount of tailored suits the older woman owned.
To say she had one for any possible occasion she got invited at would be an understatement.
It pushed the brunette’s curiosity to what it would feel to have a tailored suit herself.
“Do you think I could rock a tailored suit?” she had asked the redhead one day.
The older woman raised her eyes from the book she was reading, taking off her reading glasses, “You want me to buy you a tailored suit?” she looked amused by her girlfriend’s sudden interest in her go-to fashion choice.
The younger shrugged, leaning against one of the kitchen counter, “I was just saying, like, if I was to wear one… hypothetically”
Rosé got up from the couch, smirking, “Hypothetically, uh?” she got closer to the brunette, “I think you’d look divine in a suit, maybe a blue one?” she placed her fingers under the younger’s chin, “However…”
“However?” the brunette furrowed her brows.
“I don’t think you’d last more than an hour before I rip that off of you, angel”
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tag drop .
† : // out of character » mini
† : // out of character » self promo
† : // out of character » promo
† : // out of character » queue
† : // out of character » graphics
† : // out of character » starter call
† : // out of character » prompts
† : // out of character » wishlist
† : // out of character » psa
† : // all i dream of is a piece of the past » threads
† : // every fall is a chance to rise » response
† : // some storms come to clear your mind » character study
† : // begging you to keep on haunting me » headcanon
† : // certain flowers only bloom at night » mirror
† : // she is a flame in angel skin » body claim
† : // let the puzzle solve itself » aesthetic
† : // trouble usually finds me » mannerisms
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Plssssss i remembered something I read once on Twitter that was something like this: "today at the coffee shop there was this boy who was new and he told me "they teaching me how to draw on the coffee and make them cool, pls excuse me if I make it ugly" and it was, in fact, ugly but he looked like he really tried so hard and he was so nice to me that for me it was the most beautiful cafe with drawings on it" AND NOW I WANT AN AUUUUU
We're always here for a classic coffee shop AU!
- BLP 🍑
"Teach me how to fight like you!"
"You tried to use a pencil and almost stabbed that guy on accident. I'm not going to purposefully put a weapon in your hands!"
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sobbe headcannons pt. 3
yep, this is definitely a series now.
- sander carding his fingers through robbe's hair as he slowly falls asleep.
- robbe writing out sander's last name after his own name to test it out. Robbe Dreisen. he loves it.
- them making their own sunday rituals- baking, making out, falling asleep on top of one another
- robbe listening to the playlists sander made for him when he misses his artist boyfriend
- sander mindlessly drawing robbe's eyes in the margins of his notebooks
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