#prompt from the ask box

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Lil doodle requested by a lovely person:

[jamiesfootball]

@freakofnerdsher wrote it as quick as I could 🫡

“Shouldn’t one of the Americans be playing the little league coach?” Jamie hissed into his mic.

“The Americans are too busy investigating the mark for embezzlement,” said Beard in a half-mutter. “Unless you can fake an accounting degree, you’re on the mark’s kids.”

Jamie tugged his borrowed baseball cap lower as he passed the — the whatever the not-football, not-soccer-either American equivalent of a kitman was — going the other direction. This sport’s balls were so weirdly shaped hardly any of them fit in a bag. Unbelievable.

“I don’t even know anything about egg football!”

“Perfect. Neither do most dads who coach. You’ve just got to act like you do.”

[bleach-your-panties]

#44 from this prompt list w/ Choso🤎

"Please...Cho, baby. Let up for just a second. I have a crick in my neck-!"

You begged Choso while looking at him over your shoulder.

His heavy thighs slammed against your ass while one hand held both your hands behind your back and the other wrapped around your throat.

The cold, stainless steel of his rings dug into the flesh of your neck while he just stared down into your eyes with his cold brown ones.

"Well, if you would have just kept your face in the pillow like I told you, you wouldn't be having this problem, now would you?"

He punctuated his question with a particularly hard thrust that made his heavy balls smack against your clit.

"Ah, Cho.. I'm sorry, baby! Just please, I-!"

Removing his hand from your throat, he grabbed ahold of your hair and forced your head back down to where he'd wanted it in the first place.

"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week. Understand?"

[evilwriter37]

55 for Ruffnut and Hiccup!

“Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”

Ruffnut laughed as she butted shoulders with Hiccup, who was looking at her incredulously.

“No, no,” she responded. She ran a hand over his back. Part of all the touching was that she couldn’t believe this was real, couldn’t believe she was actually on a date with Hiccup, of all people. “I, um, just thought it would be nice, you know?”

Hiccup smiled warmly at her. “It is nice.” He let out a small laugh, reaching for the basket they’d brought the food in. “So, there’s real food in here?”

“Uh huh.”

“Not your salt encrusted sea bass?”

Ruffnut snorted. “That was just a prank really. Wanted to see what we could make you eat.”

“Ruff, I’ve eaten raw fish that was in a dragon’s mouth,” Hiccup said drily.

“Ew. Way to ruin the mood.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Hiccup pulled the basket closer and uncovered it. “Ruff, is that an entire pie?”

She smiled at him. “It sure is! Baked it myself!”

“What kind?” Hiccup began pulling out the plates.

Uncaring of making a mess, Ruffnut took a fork, stabbed it into the pie, and brought it up to Hiccup’s lips. “Well, you’ll just have to try it, won’t you?”

For a moment, she was afraid that the teasing was too much for a first date, that she was being too forward, that she was ruining this, but then Hiccup leaned his head forward and took the forkful of pie into his mouth.

“Mm! This is really good! Strawberry?”

Forgetting the plates, Ruffnut took a forkful for herself. “Strawberry,” she confirmed.

[ask-teiru]

Pastel pink if it isn't too late :0 ))

((dont worry abt how this was sent in 2017 dont worry about it))

[aluminia]

Re-opening the suggestion box for Christmas time! If you'd like me to draw something send it my way and I'll have it ready by the holidays

[loosesodamarble]

how would nacht react or what would he do if he found out that his crush or s/o came from an abusive family.

Sorry for the wait, Anon. Hopefully the headcanons I share now make up for it.

Content warning(s): abuse in Reader's backstory; as such, there will be brief depictions of abuse (specifically emotional abuse/neglect)

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Nacht believed there was plenty about you to admire. You treated everyone with kindness. Or at least civility. Your smile was warm and beautiful. You spoke fondly of your loved ones and passions. When he spent time with you, he felt like a normal man.

He believed you were one of the few, rare, people that was good right from the start.

He fell in love with how you were good in the simplest but best ways.

One day, Nacht decided to express his admiration for you, possibly even confess. He called you "an amazingly kind person."

You stopped short and looked at him, brows furrowed and lips curled into a frown. "Nah, you've got it all wrong. I'm nothing special."

Nacht was confused but when you pulled away from the conversation, he knew it wouldn't be right to press you right away. But the seeds of worry were planted that day.

That worry grew when one day, when he tried to ask about your latest creative project, you brushed him off. And your kindness started to feel more strained. And you acted more restless, anxious even.

Nacht tried to approach you, but you brushed him off over and over. Eventually, he took you by the shoulders, looked you dead in the eyes, and begged, "Please, tell me if something is wrong."

You broke down in tears and through your sobs you explained how you'd visited your family and how unpleasant it was.

You had tried to explain your recent project to your parents but they brushed you off saying "okay, so are you doing anything that's productive?"

When you talked to your sibling about your job, they remarked that you could've "been doing better."

You were hysterical and ended up venting. About how they never had time for you. How you could never impress them. How invisible you felt at times.

"They were right when they said I haven't changed at all since they last saw me," you sobbed to Nacht.

Nacht let you vent. Let you cry on his shoulder. Hold onto him for stability. The intimacy he wanted with you had been achieved, but possibly in the worst circumstances.

Once you'd cried yourself dry, Nacht put an arm around you and whispered, "I'm sorry that your family has treated you in such a way. To think that the people who should've supported you treated you coldly, you don't deserve it."

Nacht now understood why you'd reacted the way you did earlier on, because you'd been led to believe that you weren't worth notice.

"I know this doesn't make up for your family's treatment, but I want you to know that you're wonderful and deserving of love."

His words were so soft and while somewhat unsure, there was a power to them that moved you to tears again.

After that conversation, Nacht would you rebuild your confidence. Small affirmations daily. Reminding you that he wants to hear about your life, even if it seems mundane. Stopping you from being too critical of yourself.

He wouldn't go overboard with praising you. He would've tried and realized it actually made you more self-conscious. But Nacht definitely lets you know that your efforts aren't wasted.

He would do his best to make himself emotionally available to you. When you need to vent negativity or ramble about good things, he'd be there to listen to you.

Nacht might be a little overly cautious and would ask you not to visit your family. Not for a loooooooong time. He doesn't want them to break your spirits all over again.

A proper confession would wait for another day. He does want to love you, openly. But you loving yourself comes first.

[yujeong]

For the micro story ask, how about number 7 (silent fury) for Pete? With your choice of other character/s <3

Ohhh, that's a good one, my friend, thank you so much ❤️ ----------------------- "Hey, P'Pete." "Hm?" "You used to do boxing, right?" "Ah... yes, why?" "What was your nickname?" "My... what?" "The name you'd been given as a fighter. Like how P'Porsche was called The Phoenix." "Well-" "Silent Fury." "Bro, you're not funny." "What? It suits him, doesn't it?" "It sounds stupid and you know it." "It does sound a little stupid, Vegas." "I only meant to emphasize your strengths, Pete." "You did a bad job." "Shut up, Macau." "Phi never answered the question. What was it?" "I... didn't have one." "You didn't? But why?" "No point for a fighter who's bad at his job." "Pete-" "No, I refuse to accept it. We're giving you one right now... Don't laugh, Phi, I'm being serious!" "Fine, Macau. Do whatever you want. But it can't be Silent Fury." "It suits you-" "Hia won't participate in the brainstorming. Only me and P'Pete." "Okay, that's it. No dinner for you." "Will I not get dinner either, Vegas?" "It depends, Pete. Are you going to behave?" "Ugh, never mind, I'm out of here. You started being gross again." "Food will be ready in an hour!" "You better have finished until then!" "No promises."

[its-a-me-mango]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aWvQfp6Um4c&pp=ygUdYW5kIHRoZSBob3VuZCB5YWVsb2tyZSBseXJpY3M%3D

I FOUND A SONG FOR YOUR WEREWOLF AU I THINK

(Reposting the link as a video here for you :3)

oOOOOOO THIS IS SUCH A GOOD SONG??? I can definantly see it fitting for SMG4 werewolf holy crap thank you for showing me! It's such a chill song in comparison to what I already had in mind for werewolf 4, most of what I had picked out already is loud as hell lmao. But this could definantely work for later on in his story once things are much more relaxed and under control, the ones I have in mind right now are for when he's going crazy stupid feral lol

One day I'll put them together and share them but I'm shhyyyy (it's mainly The Mountain Goats music because ahhaha)

[persephoneggsy]

Hi! 13 or 27 for the Rook Story Time prompts, if you want!

13. Rook visiting a place they love.

After she took her seat, Phryne closed her eyes, letting the familiar sounds and sensations wash over her. The orchestra tuning their instruments, the indistinct chatter of the gathered audience; the luxurious feel of the upholstered seats — velvet, imported directly from Orlais, and just as plush as she remembered.

She heard a low chuckle. Opening her eyes, she saw Emmrich settle into the seat beside her. He was dressed even more finely than usual, trading his professorial coat for a more formal suit, to match the upscale environs they were now in. Phryne herself was wearing a fine dress of sumptuous black silk, and as a rare treat, most of her grave gold was on display.

“Something funny?” she asked. “The performance hasn’t even started yet.”

“Not funny,” he clarified, smiling. “Rather, I’m charmed. You seem so content here.”

She returned his smile, then directed her gaze to the grand sight before them. From their balcony seats, they had an impressive view of the entire Royal Nevarran Theater. It was packed tonight, the crowds clamoring to see a rare treat: a brand new, original production from a famous yet reclusive playwright.

“I was eight the first time I came here,” she spoke softly. “Mother took me to see a performance of The Lady and the Dragon Hunter.”

Emmrich raised an eyebrow, though he looked more amused than anything else. “Many would not consider that particular piece appropriate for a child. As I recall, it’s a bit… convoluted.”

“Mother was confident in my ability to understand the deeper themes and symbolism,” Phryne sniffed, adopting a haughty expression that earned another laugh from her beau.

“And did you?”

Her imperious look dropped, in favor of an impish grin. “Eventually, after a few repeat viewings. At first, I was just dazzled by the dancers, the sets, the costumes… the, dare I say, theatricality of it all.” Phryne sighed dreamily. “I begged my mother to take me to another show practically every month.”

“And thus, the start of your lifelong infatuation with the theater.” Emmrich hummed thoughtfully.

“Meaning, as far as dates go, you picked the perfect place, handsome.” Phryne leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. Though it was little more than a brief touching of lips, and they’d done much, much more than that before, heat rose to Emmrich’s face and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“Yes, well…” he cleared his throat. “I confess I cannot take all the credit. I did ask your daughter for ideas…”

Phryne’s grin grew wider. Her daughter Elke was once Emmrich’s student, and so the topic of his relationship with her mother was still an awkward one to broach. That he’d done so to plan a perfect date both amused and charmed her. But before she could ask how that conversation had gone, the lights all around the theater had dimmed, and the orchestra began to play a rousing opening number.

Her attention snapped to the stage as she leaned forward in her seat, eager to see a show in her favorite theater after being away for over a year. So rapt was she that she failed to notice Emmrich’s fond, adoring smile centered on not the stage, but Phryne herself. She did, however, feel his hand slip into hers, their fingers entwining.

She squeezed his hand. Later, she would thank him properly for this little treat of an evening, a much needed distraction in the hectic maelstrom that had become their lives as of late.

But for now, the actors had taken to the stage, and Phryne let herself feel eight years old again, enjoying the magic of the theater as if it were the very first time.

Rook Story Time Prompts

[grudgecollector]

man all i gotta say is never request pregnancy fics from me because that shit will remain in my ask box for eternity.

[fountainpenguin]

📂

Here's a headcanon inspired by my one-shot "Swim"

Executive Dysfunction Chloe Slacker Chloe went to Unwish Island after being unwished post-"Sash and a Rash." She hangs out with Nega-Timmy, Timantha, Evil Jimmy / James, Imaginary Gary, and all the rest.

Timantha enjoys having a girl around to talk to, though Slacker Chloe isn't big on conversation. They both like pizza, though.

Nega-Timmy - known control freak and obsessed with everyone's looks - can't stand her. Slacker Chloe drives him insane by sticking a fork in his whole "Society will crumble without make-up" schtick.

I like to think his feelings waver a lot, so sometimes he'll carry her around and hoist her over his head like "See? This is what you'll become without make-up! Come to my salon!!"

However, Slacker Chloe is just so chill about everything that people like her a lot. Sometimes this is anti-advertisement in that Unwish Island residents realize they don't have to go to the salon to feel good about themselves. Nega-Timmy is flummoxed.

If she's a part of Chloe, I feel like Slacker Chloe should still be admired by others, though this time instead of being fawned over because she gives people No Homework Passes and lemon bars and other gifts, it's because she's just self-confident. She's the type who sits by the pool, but one of her friends will grab her hand and hold it in the air to volunteer her for projects and she'll still lazily smile. She knows what's going on... she just can't be bothered to care. She'll show up where she's assigned, but she'll probably just sit there.

Imaginary Gary gets on her case for littering all the time. Also, I feel like James would get irritated with her neutral responses to everything and he'd sulk a lot. It would be his life mission to dump crabs on her to see if she'll react. She won't even brush them off; she'll just smile at them and say "Meh..."

Her friends like her, but they'll make a show of acting like they can't stand her, in the sense that they'll huff loudly and sit next to her with their arms wrapped around her legs. She likes them too, but chronically fails to show it.

Her friends look after her because she probably wouldn't leave her room if they didn't check on her now and then, but being who they are, they can't blatantly care about her, y'know? So they'll just run in yelling that they're practicing evacuation drills and throw her over their shoulders and run away. Except Imaginary Gary is like 5 so he just kinda drags her across the floor until their friends make a show of taking her away from him.

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[5eraphim]

When I was in like year 8 I would go to the upperclassmen library sometimes and there was this girl who was like in year 10 or 11 and I remember one time she was looking at softcore porn of king dice on the school computer

Anyway pyrocore

i love how, for all we know, pyro under the suit could very well look identical to this one girl you once saw in school back then.

but i love this idea! could for sure imagine pyro pulling up sexy versions of cartoon characters on a work desktop, and like- is it appropriate work conduct? not really. but she's in her zone!! her happy place! maybe she bonds with pauling doing this idk, i think it would be cute :3

this ask reminds me of how attack on titan was peaking when i was in 9th grade and i would find memes on pintrest (visual aid below) and copy them out on my home printer and bring them to school in my folder to share with the one other "otaku kid" in my grade during latin class.

(i was too shy to ask for his email so this was the next best thing)

[animatedamerican]

For the fake fic ask game: the fic is tagged enemies-to-friends, workplace drama, medieval AU, eels, beeswax is expensive

(from here!)

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Andrew Wells is perfectly contented as the understeward of a minor lord's castle, responsible for keeping the books and maintaining supplies -- until he has to deal with the short-tempered new captain of the guard, William the Spike.

[babytarttdoodoo]

🌹

“Fuck off, you won’t even coach me,” Jamie snarled at him, all attempts at mending bridges forgotten in the wake of pain and frustration. “Don’t act like it matters if I play hurt or not. I’ve done it plenty times before.”

[guardbo]

Had a horrible disgusting bad day then saw guardbo in my inbox I love y'all, you make my day <<33