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°.✨;.⟡* A LIST OF BASIC ™ AF, DOMESTIC PLOTS TO LIVE FOR give me any of these and i’ll love you forever !!

( young ) parents trying to get the hang of parenting – i’m talking insecurities and anxiety about whether they’re doing everything okay, showing their kid off to family and friends, trying to find time for each other in between the baby’s naps… all the cute, fluffy stuff.

“ so… how do you feel about another baby… ? “ au’s

all the marriage and honeymoon threads please –  from planning the big day ( the struggles, the cold feet, the stress ) to saying yes to an unforgettable, hot bc of the tropical climate OF COURSE honeymoon…

single parents falling for the nanny/teacher/children’s doctor…

pregnancy plots are always a good idea – trying for the baby, telling the news to each other and/or relatives/friends, first doctor’s appointment, “ i don’t fit into my favorite jeans anymore, i look like a whale “ vs. “ what are you talking about, you’re beautiful “, “ what if we aren’t good parents ??? “ - scares and insecurities, babyshowers, shopping for baby clothes, going into labor, returning home with the newborn…

first/second/third… birthday party of our child but damn you look so good in that dress, ‘ what do you mean not now, my family’s in the other room ‘, ‘ maybe it’s time to try for another baby…….. ‘ 

mOVING IN TOGETHER THREADS BC ???? WHY NOT ( platonic or romantic, can go so many ways )

something along the lines of ‘life as we know it’ – two people who absolutely hate each other have gotten custody of their mutual best friend’s baby after they passed away in a car accident

fake marriage plots are always a good idea… ( à la jennifer probst’s ‘ marriage to a billionaire ‘ series )

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Ariella's head hit the wall slightly when Will abruptly pushed her against the wall, but the slight ache went ignored by the young brunette as she was just too delighted at everything that Will was saying and doing. Her already damp pussy quivered when he cupped it and her eyes darkened with joyful desire and lust at his dirty words and breeding proposal. "Yessss," she breathed huskily. "I want you to fill my fertile womb up with your potent seed and for you to breed me over and over again till it takes. I fucking need you to fuck me hard and rough when I'm all swollen up with your child and lactating milk from my engorged breasts. I'm already a C-cup right now. Imagine how huge my tits will get during my pregnancy. Breed me, Will. Do it now," she urged, pressing her curvy body against him, her cunt beginning to grind on his palm.

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Will grunted as he pushed the young woman against the wall "Is this what you want baby?" he breathed against her ear as he slid her panties down from under her dress and his hand immediately went to cup her cunt. "You want me spill my seed inside of you? Want me to breed you till your tits are so big they're squirting milk as i fuck you?"

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Lilia had always been an attention-seeker and thrill chaser and being engaged didn't change that. Being entirely spoiled and pampered from birth by her fabulously rich parents, she hated not being the center of people's universe, making her annoyed, restless and bored. With Thomas being entirely consumed with his work these past few months, her attention had shifted to his very handsome and virile best friend, Dylan and it didn't take long for the two to began hooking up behind Thomas' back. Being a selfish and extremely sensual creature by nature, she felt no guilt at cheating on her fiance, as she was only together with Thomas for his money and societal status.

Even in the middle of the a party going on in Dylan's house, Thomas had excused himself early to return to work making Lilia feel extremely upset with him. To compensate she distracted herself with partying hard and getting quite drunk on alcohol. Feeling rather tipsy, she excused herself to a guestroom to take a breather. Laying on the bed and scrolling through Instagram, she had only been alone for 5 minutes before Dylan entered the room. Ignoring him initially as she was in the middle of typing a reply, she then squealed in surprise when he yanked her towards him and pushed her legs apart. "Dylan! Right now?" she protested slightly, though she instantly got aroused at the sight of his extremely impressive manhood. His was bigger and longer than her fiance's and the thought of feeling him wrecking her with that was quickly already making her damp. A thought entered her slightly drunken and aroused state, making her do her best to wriggle and push away. "No, we can't right now. I'm not on the pill today."

♡ potential connections: (step) sister/mother/daughter, aunt, cousin, niece, granddaughter, brother's wife/gf, sister's best friend. ♡ alt. muse: any of my male muses

he entered their room, completely naked as he jerked off his thick, hard cock. he knew he should be more careful considering everyone was home, and if anyone saw him walking around naked with his dick in his hand, they question why they were entering their room. so he quickly made his way inside and closed the door behind him. he didn't care if they were busy doing something. he needed them and his needs always, always comes first. with his free hand, he grabbed their ankle, pulling them towards him before roughly pushing their legs apart. “fuck, let me use your cunt. i’m so close to cumming and i need a place to nut inside.. don’t wanna waste my cum.” he muttered, as if it was a simple demand that they had already agreed to. he heard none of their words as he pushed his leaking tip into their hole.

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In the biggest mood for plots set either in the regency period or asoiaf settings or some medieval era or highly romantic or pregnancy plots! Like this if you want to do any or a mixture of the above!

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I'm have so many ideas right now that it's so hard to remain focus on what sort of opens, replies or closed starters that I wanna do first. My heart and most of my brain wants to do really utterly, heart-striking romantic or fluffy threads as well as pregnancy or domestic threads, whilst the more carnal and naughty side of me wants to do straight-up raunchy impregnation/breeding smut or pregnancy smut. Ughh, if you're a mutual or waiting on a reply for me & around for some back-and-forth on any of the themes or topics I mentioned, please like this post, so I can focus on something asdfghjkl

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Open to brother's betrothed ( he'd be the prince & his brother the crown prince ) or the princess that is wayy above his station ( he's either a lowly knight or squire or stable-boy called to help out in the battle whereby there's a dire need for more men ) . Maybe they already are in a secret relationship for a long time and she's just discovered she's pregnant?? Or maybe they have just only confessed their feelings recently and barely had time to be together before he was called away to battle?? Maybe they'll elope / run away together or beg their parents for a chance to be together after the battle??

"My love..you have my heart for all eternity. And if--if I die in that battlefield tomorrow, my last thought would be of your lips." Steffan uttered, his voice filled with longing, sadness and of immense devotion.

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Gahhh I keep thinking about the first pregnancy/baby I have with the love of my life.

Like genuinely I’m so excited for the first time I tell my husband we’re going to have a baby. I have a bunch of ideas on how I’d do it but ultimately would base it on what feels right for us. And if he doesn’t cry I’m going to wipe his memory of the moment and do it again until he does.

I also think about the first time the belly “pops”. I’ve always imagined the moment I notice being me in the kitchen reaching to grab something from a cabinet, and my tummy bumps up against the counter where it normally shouldn’t hit. And I look down and, wow, I’m starting to swell and I can’t see the tops of my feet.

I even can’t wait to build the crib with my man. Well… he’ll build it and I’ll lovingly supervise and make snacks. A guy who is handy has always done…things to me. I just know I’ll watch him and climb him like a tree afterwards 🫣

It’s going to be the biggest challenge but also the greatest reward—I’m so excited for when it comes :)

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DIANNA AGRON as Catherine in the series Doctor Odyssey (S1E14) (2025)

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♡ GRETA ONIEOGOU via instagram ( greta.onieogou )

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HANNAH DODD and LUCIEN LAVISCOUNT edit .

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Caiden was out for several days, his dehydrated, weakened and injured body needing that time to fully recover. Though the healers assured the worried queen that he would awaken soon, it took quite a long time as the king never seemed to stir from his extremely long slumber. But as long as he was still breathing, there was still hope.

Finally, his eyelids slowly fluttered open and Caiden's blue hues slowly took stock of his surroundings. Where was he? What had happened? He blinked several times before his hazy brain slowly started to put things together. He was finally home. The battle--the fall--- the river--making his way home despite being close to death's door-- Isabella's face...Isabella! Where was she??

He groaned heavily as he struggled to slowly sit up slightly and tried to speak. His voice rasped, his throat felt so dry and thirsty, "Where's my wife?" he finally uttered out at his valet sitting nearby. "Your majesty!" the other man exclaimed in shock and immense relief. "You're finally awake! I shall alert the queen at once!" His valet then fled the room hurriedly as Caiden sank back with relief against his pillows.

She had never believed he was dead.

Not truly. Not in the quiet, aching corners of her soul where faith bloomed like stubborn spring through frostbitten stone. If Caiden had perished—if his soul had left this world—she would have known. Felt it like a blade to the chest. Something ancient and unspeakable in her would have broken.

But the days had passed. Then the nights. Long, cold stretches of silence that scraped her nerves raw, that filled her lungs with dread she refused to name. She had stood at the ramparts every dusk and every dawn, watching the road for a shadow that never came.

And still, she had not wept.

Because he was alive. Somewhere. Her heart knew it.

But even faith could tremble when the hours grew too quiet.

So when the gates erupted into chaos, and the guards began shouting her name, Isabella’s hands stilled mid-page. Her quill rolled from her grasp. The tremor that went through her was not fear—no, it was recognition.

She ran—damning protocol, decorum, the eyes of the court. Her skirts tangled around her legs, slippered feet striking stone, breath heaving in her chest not from exertion but from the desperate urge to see him.

And then she did.

Caiden.

He looked like a ghost—soaked, bleeding, barely upright, and still… still hers. The sight of him struck her harder than any blade. And when he whispered her name with that aching, reverent softness, she felt her knees weaken.

She surged forward just as his strength gave out.

❝Caiden!❞

She dropped to catch him as he collapsed, her arms flung around his shoulders, trying to shield his fall though the weight of him nearly dragged her down with him. They sank to the stone floor in a tangled heap, the scent of blood and river and horse clinging to his skin.

Her trembling hands cradled his face. One pressed to the side of his neck, seeking the frantic pulse beneath his jaw. ❝You’re burning up… you stubborn man—❞

Her voice cracked, but she didn’t cry. She only leaned in, her forehead pressed to his, her breath catching against his cheek.

❝I knew you were alive. I knew. I never stopped believing—not once—but Caiden, you can’t vanish like that again, you hear me? You can’t—❞

Then, louder, urgent: ❝Get the physicians! Now! Move!❞

But her eyes never left his face. Her voice dropped again, a soft vow only for him. ❝You came back to me.❞

And she stayed with him there on the floor, until the healers arrived to assist.

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i'm finally here! sorry i was called away during my last ooc post. who's around for some back-and-forth?

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psa -- please take your time.

                    The community has been growing MORE & MORE supportive overtime. Most roleplayers do not mind the length of time that it takes for you to reply to things, which is WONDERFUL!! But, there are still some people who actually do mind the length of time, so please REBLOG this if you are not bothered by the time it takes for your roleplay partner to reply to you, and would much rather prefer them to be COMFORTABLE and HAPPY. 

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Com-MUN-ication Meme

🥰 I secretly admire you

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

💡 I have a plot idea for our muses

😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted

😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested

❤ I want us to be mains

💞 I want us to be exclusives

💍 I want us to be ship exclusive

💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you

💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you

🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you

💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you

😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?

😄 Can you send me some memes, please?

💖 I love you, mun!

🌟 You're my favorite blog

😊 We should talk more OOC

😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you

😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?

❣ I want to write fluff with you

👄 I want to write romance with you

🔥 I want to write smut with you

😭 I want to write angst with you

😱 I want to write horror with you

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

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@ofdisregard Inspired by this

He was walking into the most beautiful garden he had ever seen in his life. Exquisite flowers were blooming beautifully everywhere, the grass was the most vibrant shade of emerald and the trees and hedges were growing in a myriad of beautiful autumn colours. That was weird. However he didn't have time to ponder long for his eyes then caught the most divinely beautiful sight he had ever seen. His darling wife and son were laughing and playing together in a charming gazebo. The picture had him almost breathless with how much golden love and wonder consumed him as he moved closer to the pair.

"Father!" cried the young boy in delight as soon as he caught sight of Caiden. Caiden grinned like a Cheshire cat and laughed as the boy came flying towards him. He caught him and spun him around as the boy shrieked in joy before Caiden finally set him down. He bent over and hugged his heir tightly before the boy squirmed away, shouting that he wanted to feed the doves. Caiden looked fondly at the departing boy for a few minutes before he turned around to shift his attention to his beautiful wife. Isabella was glowing, radiant in her incomparable beauty and as she stood up to greet him, her hand went to lovingly caress the swell of her belly where another product of their love was growing. Caiden's brimmed with joy as he pulled his perfect wife into his arms, one of his hands going to rest upon her pregnant bump. He kissed her reverently as though he was afraid of losing her for some reason. "I've missed you." "I'm here, Caiden. I'm always right here waiting for you my love. Come home," answered her melodious voice with her gentle and loving smile.

"But I'm already home," he replied puzzled.

"Not you're not. Come home to us, Caiden. Come back to me. Come home, my love," she whispered as she kissed him softly.

Caiden opened his eyes with a start. Where was he? His entire body was aching all over, there was a searing pain on his left arm and his head was throbbing and spinning. Slowly as he started to regain his senses, he then realized that he was laying in water. Oh yes. He had fallen off the cliff and hit his head upon impact with the river below.

Isabella. He had to get back home to her. How many days had he been drifting down the river? A neigh interrupted his thoughts and he slowly turned his head in surprise to see his beloved horse nuzzling his shoulder. "Good boy, Spirit," he murmured before he very, very slowly struggled with great difficulty to pull himself up with the help of his intelligent horse. It took quite a while for this endeavor and even more longer for the ardous task of mounting his stead. Once he was he felt that he was finally able to ride somewhat despite his terribly weakened state, the king then finally set off slowly for home.

Two days later, he finally reached the castle gates and shouts of urgency and delight greeted him as everyone seemed to rush to get him into the courtyard and then the castle. The moment he stepped into the castle and caught sight of Isabella's face nearing him, he smiled weakly and breathed out "Isabella" before the mighty king finally collapsed and fainted on the cold stone floor.

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MISS SCARLET AND THE DUKE (2020-)

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