#꒰♡꒱— ask game

[trafficlife]

🌷joel smallishbeans for the fic game!

fake title (just for fun): if you knew me then, would you run away from me? (a bit gory)

----

All Joel could do was scare people away.

It was the only way he could stay safe and defend himself, in a place where he had to be violent and survive. Even if it ate away as his sanity, leaving nothing but a shell of who he was.

Sometimes Joel didn't know who he was anymore. He'd been in this state for so long, he swore he could see red if he went without killing. And he went a few days, probably a few weeks, without spilling some blood and it was driving him up the wall.

He couldn't take it anymore. But he knew damn well that nobody would ever trust him. He has no choice but to be alone, until he can force someone to join him.

Well, fine. Joel already felt like he was already six feet under the ground, meaning he was six feet closer to hell. Might as well rope someone down to make the journey less lonesome.

--- -

send me a flower emoji + a character name, and i’ll make up a fic about them that doesn’t exist and include a snippet from that nonexistent fic!

[darkbloodmoon]

✨🌈💡 for the music shuffle game!

This is all for the same song: metaphor by the crane wives!

✨ - describe the song in emojis

🤫😇😈🙈🙉🙊

🌈 - is this song currently on any of your playlists? if yes, what one(s)?

i listen to a playlist with all the crane wives songs. but it isn't mine djddjjd

💡 - do you associate the song with something? if yes, what?

i don't really associate this song with anything specific. in general, i associate it with characters that are known to be Shady™

[floralgraveyard]

NATURE AND ANIMAL THEMED YANDERE ASK GAME.

🕷- I want you to be scared of me.

🪰- I'm scared of you.

🕸- I want to take pictures of you without you knowing.

🥀- I want to lock you away from the rest of the world.

🐝- I want to sting you with my love.

🪶- I need to pluck away all other people in your life.

🌲- You are mine.

🐾- I want to leave a trail into a trap for you to fall into.

🐁- I want you to capture me.

🌷- You are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my forsaken eyes on.

🐣- You make me my true self.

🦌- I want to be your prey.

🐅- I want to prey on you.

🪴- I spy on you from behind the bushes. (or in this case. behind the screen)

🐦- You are so innocent... little do you know the truth...

🪱- I want to gut you. You'd look so pretty with your guts all spilled out.

🦂- Poison me.

🦗- Your never getting rid of me.

🐕‍🦺- I want you on a leash.

🐶- I want to be your pet.

☘️- Your own little message, your choice.

[heartofjasmina]

🐈

Shoto Todoroki pls!

Shoto and his pure bred puppy girl, who knows all sorts of fancy commands and has the most perfect manners.

Except when it's time for your heat. Then you're panting after him and going through his dirty laundry to find clothes that smell strongly of him. He doesn't understand why he likes seeing you like that.

Desperate, needy for him.

So desperate you'll start humping his leg if he doesn't fuck you fast enough. It goes to his head, and he's rougher with you than he usually is. But you love it, it scratches the primal part of your brain.

Your pussy drenches his balls as you suck him in, and he can't help but ask,

"You want me to breed you puppy?" And to Shotos amazement, you go wild at the mere mention.

"Please master, please please please. I'll be good. I'll be so so good please!" You're actually in tears at the thought of being deprived of his seed.

You wanted to have his pups, and be his forever. Your brain was a mess of chemicals that made your desire to be bred almost painful.

"Then I will. I'll fuck you till it takes. You have my word." And he does just that, fucks you into the mattress over and over until you can't take anymore and there's a mess of your combined juices staining the sheets.

The pregnancy test isn't necessary for you, you trust your master. When your pups came out exactly 65 days later with dual toned fur, you smile to yourself. He always kept his word.

[snow-blower]

it has been absolutely pouring rain here for the last like two days and i need to cuddle up in front of a fire with a warm tea, a book, and Robb and Grey Wind

Okay, smut is still sucking ass, so may I offer you all this drabble/one-shot thing to keep y'all fed? Anyways, channeled my inner love for folklore and legends here. (Please let me know if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes, no matter how many times I read through, there's something I've missed lol)

Home is Wherever I'm With You.

My Masterlist

Words: 1.7k TW: Reader is pregnant, mention of injury (in the folklore tale), pure fluff. Literally all fluff.

Greywind is the first to notice him standing in the doorway, the direwolf lifting his head to acknowledge his human with a low huff.

Robb leans against the doorway, his lips turned upwards in a soft smile as he watches you. You're sat cross-legged on the ground by the hearth, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a book in your lap. Greywind, ever so clingy, is curled around you with his large head resting in your lap. There's a mug of tea beside you, the steam rising in gentle coils.

Whilst Greywind had noticed him, you were still yet to. You flick through the pages of your book, focused solely on the carefully written words on the parchment. You were completely oblivious to him being there.

Robb simply watches you for a moment, his arms crossed against his chest as he takes in the endearing sight that is you. The fire casts a flickering orange colour over your soft features, making you look ever the more beautiful. You look damn near ethereal sitting there.

The rain patters against the windows, droplets sliding down the paned glass. The sound mixes with the crackling of the hearth and the gentle crinkle of parchment as you flick through your book. It creates an atmosphere that Robb never wants to leave. It's warm and cosy. It's home.

"Darling?" Robb calls softly whilst pushing away from the doorway. He shuts the heavy door behind him, shutting you both in the comfort and peace of your chambers and away from the chaos of politics and duty.

"You look cosy," he teases, unbuckling his sword belt, removing it and propping it up against the wall beside the door. He makes his way towards you, crouching down to peer over your shoulder to see what book it is you're reading.

He can't quite read the title from his position, but he can read a few words on the page. By the looks of it, it seems to be a collection of old folklore tales. One he recognises to be: The Green Man's Tales. It's a collection of old, Northern legends and folklore tales. It's a favourite book of yours — one you've read far too many times. So many times that Robb can no longer count them on his fingers.

"I am," you quip softly, allowing your eyes to move away from your book to look up at your husband. "I'd be even more cosy if you were beside me, though."

Robb chuckles softly at that, the sound soft as it fills you with a warmth. Hearing him happy — especially when you're the reason for it — makes you feel just as happy. Giddy, really.

Turning your head to face him, your nose brushes against his jaw. "Sit with me, my King," you murmur softly, wrapping a hand around his wrist. You tug him to sit down beside you, giggling softly in response to the huff he lets out as he lands on his bottom.

He loves the sounds of your giggles, of your laughter. It's always soft and sweet, lingering with warmth and surrounding him like an angel's whisper.

Extending your arm, you lift the blanket in an offering to Robb. He takes the offer greedily, slipping an arm around your waist as you wrap the furs snuggly around you both.

Tucking you against his side, he turns his head to bury his face against your soft hair. Greywind had long since returned to napping with his head in your lap, his large paws resting against your thighs.

The room is filled with a peaceful silence as you both sit there. You return your attention back to your book, contently leaning back against Robb's side. Your attention occasionally drifts as you take a sip of your warm tea, gulping down the comfort of the warm liquid.

Robb remains by your side with one arm wrapped around your waist, his hand cupping the plush of your hip. His other hand settles on your thigh, every now and then drifting to give Greywind a few pets. But it always quickly returns to the softness of your thighs.

"Read to me," Robb murmurs in your ear, smirking softly as your breath hitches in your throat. He squeezes your thigh encouragingly, bumping your cheek with his nose playfully. "I want to listen to your voice, my sweet. If you'll give me the pleasure of such."

"Of course," you smile softly, knowing you simply can't deny your husband. Even as your cheeks flush a slight red hue, you cannot deny him. Not when his hand on your thigh slides carefully up to your stomach. He rests his hand against the slight swell of there, his thumb brushing along the curve of the baby bump.

Barely a moon into your pregnancy, the bump had begun growing. It's subtle, barely noticeable unless looked at too closely, but it's there.

"This one's about Simeon Star-eyes," you murmur, pointing to the short passage about him on the yellowed parchment. Robb hums, resting his chin against your shoulder. A small encouragement for you to continue.

"Songs sing of a knight who lost his eyes in a tragic fight," You start, keeping your voice low and soft. "Unwilling to let such tragedy deter him, he replaced his lost eyes. He placed glittering gemstones in the empty sockets — deep blue sapphires."

Your soft-spoken words carry throughout the room, and Robb finds himself hanging on every word. He's heard this tale so many times — mostly from you — that he could easily recite it himself, word for word. As he can with every tale in this book. But, listening to you read the words, your hand coming down to rest over his on the bump of your stomach, he finds himself enchanted. Completely and utterly transfixed.

Greywind, who had woken from his slumber seems to mirror his human's action. His yellow eyes peer up at you, his ears twitching with each word from you and his tail thumping happily against the fur rug. Your voice is simply a comfort to the both of them. And Robb has no doubt that your child will feel the same way.

"Tell me more," he pleads softly once he realises you've paused. You're glancing down at him, your nose a breath away from his own. You've caught him staring up at you with adoration as you read and Robb goes a little red in the face at that.

Turning back to the book, you begin reading once more. "Wielding a long spear with daggers bound to each end, he'd spin it in his hands and chop down two men at once."

Robb listens carefully, hanging on each word still. He dips his head to press a few light kisses along your shoulder. They're gentle enough to be innocent, but you know your husband better than that. Yet, you don't call him out in it. Instead, you simply bask in the loving touch.

"Some say the sapphire gemstones allowed him to see what others couldn't — connecting him to the Old Magic." Glancing back down at Robb once more, you lean more into him, unable to bite back the amused breath as he kisses along your skin.

"They also say he was quite the handsome man," you quip teasingly, watching as Robb's gaze quickly snaps towards your own. His eyebrows furrow with suspicion as he processes your teasing words.

"Handsome, you say?" He asks, watching as you bob your head in a nod. Your lip trembles with the effort to bite back a grin, and Robb decides to play along with your attempt to playfully toy his jealousy.

"More handsome than I, my sweet wife?" He questions, all the while his hand on your stomach moves along your ribs, coming to rest just below your breast.

"So the stories say," you giggle, your hand falling from his own as it slides up your body.

"That simply cannot be true," he growls playfully as he pulls back to look at you fully. Your eyes are bright with a playfulness he adores, your cheeks flushed with a mix of love and heat from the fire that continues to flicker away in the heath.

"But it is!" You insist, still biting back a grin. "The stories say so. So, it must be."

Robb gasps dramatically as he pulls back slightly. His hand on your ribs moves to his heart as though he truly were offended by your words. But the grin that pulled at his own lips assured you he truly wasn't.

"I cannot believe this!" He shakes his head, mocking a man truly distraught. "My own wife, mother of my child, believes a legend more handsome than I."

You giggle then, the sound urging him to continue. Quickly, your giggles turn to laughter. He doesn't stop his act of the offended and jealous husband until he's sure you're lacking in oxygen as you laugh.

Robb chuckles then, dropping the act and pulling you close. "I love you, my darling." He murmurs against your temple, breathing in the floral scent of your hair. "Even if you think a dead man more attractive than me."

"I love you too," you breathe out, trying to steady your voice and avoid falling into another giggling fit.

Robb lets you return to your book, holding you against his chest as you continue to read quietly to him. His hand on your ribs returns to the soft swell of your stomach as he allows his thoughts to drift. And drift they do.

You've given him a child. A baby he'll love and cherish. A baby that will be so loved by yourselves and the entirety of Winterfell. Robb knows that when the baby is born, you'll read to him too. Whatever tales you think the little one would like, you'd no doubt read. Robb wouldn't be surprised if he'd come back from his duties one evening to your chambers filled to the brim with random books.

He smiles at the thought, his chin returning to sit against your shoulder. He lets your voice fill his ears, chasing away any lingering thoughts of his duties, of the wars. For a moment he lets himself relax with you in his arms. Your soft voice mixed with the peaceful ambience of the crackling fire and rain gently hitting the windows, lulls Robb into a sleep.

Greywind seems to have drifted off alongside Robb, his tail relaxing against the fur rug.

When you notice Robb lost in slumber, you smile softly at the sight. Pressing a light kiss to his jaw, you pull the blanket tighter around his shoulders before once more returning to your book.

[ilikedetectives]

Bioware didn't give the Qunari tails because they know I'd be so freaky about it, doesn't stop me though

Art by @/spicynoon (bsky)

[bonk-boys-beloved]

SELFSHIP SONG ASKGAME!

🎶 - A song you associate with your f/o

🎵 - A song you associate with your self insert

💃 - A song you and your f/o would dance to

🎧 - A song your f/o would listen to while thinking about you (or vice versa!)

🎹 - A song just there for the vibes of your relationship

🎤 - A song your f/o would try to learn to play/sing for you

🎻 - A song that would play if you and your f/o were in a movie

🎼 - A song that your f/o would write about you (or vice versa!)

🎱 - A good song from the era where your f/o is from (if applicable!)

🎫 - A song from an artist you two would go to see live as a date

(Practice reblog karma!! ^^)

(incest and adults who ship with minors DNI!)

[felassan]

The Rook

[radqffirmed]

Radqueer positivity ask game:

🌈 What is something that you do, or someone that helps you in moments of dysphoria? Share some of your personal, wholesome dysphoria moments/tips!

🤍 Do you have a favourite memory in the radqueer community? Even if it isn't directly about radqueer beliefs/identities.

🍓 What gives you (atypical, or not) euphoria? Feel free to make a list, talk about it in-depth, or just mention thing(s) that feel euphoric.

☢️ Where/How do you feel most supported in real life? Have you found radqueers in real life? Have you come out?

🏳️‍🌈 Favourite flag, term, graphic, and/or other radqueer media? Perhaps a mascot?

💌 Favourite artist, coiner, archivist, activist, gimmick, and/or user(s) in the radqueer community? What makes the individual(s) important to you?

🍰 How are you doing? In general, or whatever specifics you want to answer with. You should treat yourself!

Make sure to spread positivity in a reblogger's inbox if you reblog this! Make sure everyone gets something out of this. ♡

[dipperscavern]

Congrats on 1k, Dippy!!!! I don’t know if you do angstier prompts, but for the potion brewing, Stark of your choice and them thinking you’re dead (you’re not)?

thank you very much !! i chose robb for this, felt like y’all haven’t seen him in a while <3

robb stark x fem!reader

━━━━━━━━━━༺✰ ━━━━━━━━━━━

“Robb.”

catelyn sits across from her eldest son, whom hasn’t stopped pacing since the battle ended more than an hour ago. whether it be pacing, tapping his fingers, or absentmindedly moving his hands while he thinks, she hasn’t been able to get him to cease his ministrations.

of course, her words have no effect, and his fingers continue in their incessant tapping. she sighs, knowing her attempts are fruitless.

you’ve always fought with robb. though advised against it — what would become of the war if you both were killed? — you unsheathed your sword nonetheless. some argue robb fought harder knowing you were at his side. while anxiety inducing, you both had won every battle you’d fought, always returning side by side. until now.

you had been swarmed by horsemen, separated in the midst of the fight. no matter how much he wanted to drop everything to find you again, robb had a duty to his men, and had to trust your ability to take care of yourself. so he didn’t — and he’s been blaming himself for it ever since the battles end.

cat has no doubt robb mulls over that very decision in his mind now, replaying it and wishing he had decided differently. what difference it could’ve made, they’re both unsure, but guilt leaves him wondering nonetheless.

robb stands, turning and walking toward where his sword lay on the bed. catelyn knows what he thinks. “Where are you going?”

“To find her.”

“You can’t.” she stresses. again, he doesn’t seem to hear her, moving to walk past her and to the exit. she stands up, blocking his path before he can get the chance. he stops, sighing. “Mother,”

she tries reason. “You’ve already sent men searching.”

“Move.”

“You are a king, you cannot act in rashness.” his brows furrow at her words, and he frowns. “Aye, a king without his queen.”

“If you act in emotion, your men will think—”

“My men think it a miracle I’ve not yet ordered hangings in my emotion. Father would—”

“Your father knows—” commotion stirs in the background, but they’re both too immersed in their argument to pay it mind. words and steel are weapons alike, and cat is no swordsman. she’s desperate to steer him toward rationality.

their voices mingle together in bickery, volume increasing by the moment. the volume of commotion in the background increases with them. soon, footsteps quickly approach, and the tents flap is opened. robb and catelyn both are fast in silencing themselves, attention now on the guard in front of them.

“I beg pardon your graces, but her grace has been found.”

silence ensues for only a moment, shock reverberating throughout the atmosphere. robb and cat look at each other, eyes wide and lips parted. wordless, robb begins to move, with cat falling in behind him.

robb spots the search party he sent out, and the commotion settles down once they realize they’re in the presence of their king. he scans the small crowd for you; lord karstark, ser rodrick, theon, other men of theirs robb is yet to learn the names of. he and theon make eye contact, and then behind him, emerges you. bloody, dirty, and exhausted; but it’s you.

and in this moment, robb forgets himself. he forgets all “kinglike” mannerisms, quick to rush to you. you’re equal in your want, accepting him with open arms.

he nearly knocks you off balance, but in that moment, with you finally in his hold again, he can’t find it in himself to care. a shuddering exhale as he presses his face into the crook of your shoulder, a hand coming to rest in his curls; he never did enjoy anyone’s touch as much as yours. he melts into you, grime and filth covered and audience and all.

“It’s okay,” you say, breathless. “I’m okay.”

he only pulls you closer.

━━━━━━━━━━༺✰ ━━━━━━━━━━━

[grotesquevi]

‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ river. 20's. old acc got deleted out of nowhere # vicoricesㅤㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ currently fixating on tlou and arcane girls. latina. fic directory. ㅤㅤ

requests are open but i’m slow and picky, despite this, i usually do most of them if we vibing in the same symphony. minors and men do not interact, this is a blog intended for 18+ only, also, be warned i yap a lot and love my mootz. i hold an archive blog to keep all of my stuff in one place, check it out.

‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ read my favs! — rivals with sub!ellie, knight!vi + dealer!vi series. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ latest — blog’s first 1k celebration!

[trafficlife]

Yknow, Cleo strikes me as the type to buy herself🪷, but she'd love it if someone else bought her flowers

fake title: how long you gonna wait, for those azaleas to burn? (shadowrot with a hint of ✨angst✨)

----

"Cleo, wait!"

Cleo turned their head towards the pink-haired fairy that raced towards them frantically. She scowled a bit at the sight. What right did Lizzie have, approaching her?

"Cleo... Please, you don't have to go."

"I already burned down your beloved fort, Lizzie," Cleo spat. "I don't want to overstay my welcome."

Lizzie frowned a bit. She fidgeted with her hands, which were placed behind her back. Part of Cleo thought that the fairy was going to stab them. "We just barely started getting close."

"Yeah, well... I would have liked to get closer to you, Lizzie. But I guess we can't have that."

Lizzie averted her gaze. Wordlessly, she brought her hands out from behind her back and held out a bouquet of azaleas. Cleo stared at the fairy in confusion, balling her hands into fists. They were torn between cherishing the flowers or throwing them into the inferno that engulfed the fairy fort.

"At least... I want you to have these. As a memento, of what we could have had."

Cleo's gaze softened a bit, but she didn't let her guard down. Her heart twisted at Lizzie's kindness. She was still willing to forgive the zombie, and maybe even run away with them. It was beautiful and heart-wretching and Cleo wished things could have ended better.

----

[cameronsbabydoll]

N?

N: Any fic ideas brewing that you’d care to share?

[floralgraveyard]

okay fuck it. making a yandere ask game.

🎀 - would you tie your darling up??? using what???

💋 - what's your love language?

💌 - do you write love letters for your darling??

🔪 - would you hurt your darling???

💻 - do you stalk your darling???

💊 - is your darling addictive??

🩹 - what would you do if your darling hurt themself??

⛓️ - do you have multiple darlings??

🩸- do you like blood??

💉 - how far would you go to get your darlings love??

[heartofjasmina]

Hear me out: ageplay w Fatgum. He's enormous it would be so easy to feel tiny and safe with him! Plus the man's always got candy, he'd be such a sweet daddy~ #askgame

when i looked up how tall he is... i need to sit down

Taishiro was many things, but 'a man who was able to resist when his baby said please daddy' was not one of them.

No matter what it was, he couldn't say no to you when you asked him like that. So you got the candy, or the doll, or the stuffed animal, every fucking time.

He spoiled you rotten, and you knew it too.

"Who's daddy's spoiled baby?" He would always ask, usually when he was balls deep inside you and making you cling to his large frame for support. His size was a challenge for you to take but when you were both patient nothing was better than feeling so full you thought you'd burst. (You told him once how sex during regression felt overhwhelming in the best of ways, how you needed to hold on tight to him to feel safe while you felt good.)

"I am daddy!" You cried out your nails digging into his shoulders as you moaned into his ear.

"That's right sweetheart, and you spoil daddy with your perfect fucking pussy don't you?" Taishiro loved how easily emotional you got from his praise, a wobbly smile on your lips and hearts in your eyes as you looked up at him above you.

"Jus' for daddy," you nodded and held him closer.

So yeah, you might be spoiled rotten and a little bratty when you don't get your way, but Taishiro doesn't care.

He gets spoiled too.

[snow-blower]

actually the last straw, srs deleting twt rn to keep last brain cells. dany stans can try not to be nasty for one day challenge

I think Dany stans should be the one leaving twitter. I'm sorry, but Daenerys did not deserve to have a direwolf named after her.