#requeested

[hughiecampbelle]

Numen (Roman Roy Oneshot)

Character/s: Roman

Word Count: 1,299

Requested: Can you do Roman with the “I’m in love with my best friend ” trope, but there’s a boyfriend or whoever is in the way, with a happy ending? - anon

Inspired By: Born To Die by Lana Del Ray

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Am I so nervous I want to barf? Perhaps lol. I miss my old writing style, so I'm trying it out again. Is it any good? I think so. I really love it. Will you? I hope so. It's heavily inspired by the songs which I love. I'd love to know what you think my loves!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

You used to think He could save you. That He was your salvation, your savior, your God. That if you prayed, if you repent, if you bow to your knees till they bleed that you might be worthy enough for Him. He liked the gruesome way your spine bent as you prayed, the spokes sharp, bloody. All of them, your whole life, spent their every waking breath berating you. Your posture, your mind, your beauty. Too little, too much. He was perfection, proof of God, Godlike in his own right. He was powerful and pretty and he knew it. He knew that a moment of His attention would keep them calling. Pews filled so that they might hear His word, so that they might stand in His light. You thought if you shared in that light, if you basked in the glow, then you might be holy. You might be worthy. Divine. It’s been years now, those rosary beads around your neck like a string of pearls. The burning cross embedded in your skin where they cannot see, for His eyes only. You sleep between hymns, exhausted, stuck, unsure of who you are without His wisdom, wondering how you got so lost in the first place. This is not a happy marriage. This is not a religion or a calling, it is a trap. It has been from the very beginning. The halo He wears is a cheap knockoff. Faux. His bible is full of false numbers and a god complex, an inflated ego. You plead to Him every night, but He rarely listens. To them, His fans, the men and women who throw themselves on to him, they are His people. They are His angels. His disciples. You have spent your entire relationship doting on him, preserving his happiness, his every word, and yet you still aren’t enough. You are a mere mortal. You always have been. There is no eternity between you. You were born to die. 

He sees you again, for the first time in a long time. You’ve got this light about you, this gentleness. Every move, every word, out of a film. Out of the bible. Your laugh is proof of divinity. As if no time has passed. Your Roman, those big puppy-dog eyes speckled with gold, with joy. You’re not sure how you wander away from Him, not that He seems to notice, but his grasp around your hand loosense. He speaks sweetly to someone far younger, someone looking for a philosopher to worship. Your arms find their way around Roman. He doesn’t shrink away as he does to so many others. He does not flinch or wince or limp like a wounded animal. He finds his place with you, in your golden aura, holding you so tight, holding his own breath. The drink in his hand remains unsteady, shaking, but only out of excitement, out of relief. If you could remain that way for the rest of time you would. You are the first to pull away, then close again, needing him, needing this. He smells the same. Crème vanille. Sickeningly sweet, sugary. Familiar. Nostalgic. Your head finds his shoulder and everyone else in the house has disappeared. Only you and him, how it should have always been. He is blushing now, just like he did when you were kids. 

You don’t say anything for a while, instead leading him through the crowd out towards the balcony. They are only here for him anyways. You have never mattered to them, his followers. You are an obstacle, you are a burden, a non-believer, something  in their way of gaining true enlightenment. He follows obediently, taking in your home. Grand, creme colored, dull. None of it feels like a home. None of it feels like a place you could grow old. He will never grow old. His looks have barely changed since you met. They are infinite. You can see the lines around your eyes deepen already. Oh well. You take his glass and sip from it, a habit you have yet to break from childhood. He is full of questions. How many years has it been since you’ve seen one another? Too many, you think, though he has yet to change. You smile despite yourself. Your first love, your mortal friend, here beside you, looking at you, taking you all in, as if you are an angel before him. No one has looked at you like this in a long time. You want to soak it in.You grow shy in his presence, thirteen again, afraid to show him your scars before he showed you his. Matching childhoods. Matching neglect. This was something He could never understand. The slam of a door, the cold silence, the cruel way He looks at you, much like your father, like his. He has lived lifetimes before you and will long after you. You are a moment in his story, a name, but not for long. To Roman, you are everything. You are the whole religion. 

You catch yourself laughing, really laughing, your hands on his chest. It’s an odd sound to hear after so long. Foreign. He is all nervous smiles and fond eyes. He never takes them off you. Not when He makes a toast with one of them at his side, where you should be, drunken hands wandering where they shouldn’t. Not when He disappears. Not when He is in your bed with them. You tell him everything. Every secret, every shame, every single thing despite it being sacreligious. He doesn’t know what to say. Neither do you. What have you done? You can feel it already, their wrath. Not only his followers, his disciples, but your blood as well. How furious they’d be if they knew what you were doing, who you were turning to. You excuse yourself, but he grabs on to you, his grip fierce, the expression on his face serious, dark. He can’t let you go. Not now, not ever again. He could be a God, but god could he give you all the happiness you ever deserved. He could give you the life you always wanted. Not the begging, the pleading, the fighting. No more screaming. No more mass. No more eyes following, criticizing, scrutinizing. A home full of laughter, of memories, of a love you haven’t felt since you last saw him. This? What was this? A fancy house, with fancy strangers and bad booze. It was clear from the moment he saw you: you were miserable. 

Trapped. The ring burns around your finger, a reminder. You promised yourself to Him, and He did the same, but only one of you has followed through with those vows. I can’t, you say. You can’t leave him. You can’t leave this life. This coven. You have flown too close to the sun. to leave would be admitting defeat. You already have, he says, and you realize he’s right. Years you spent devoted to Him, your marriage, your future. He never intended for there to be a future. He never wanted you in the first place. Deals were made, arrangements decided, a ring from His grandmother. You were nothing more than a signature on a contract, a sum of money, an adopted surname. You converted. You sang every song and worshiped every stupid fucking word and still you were not good enough. Still he chooses them over you. Still you are the imperfect child your father hated, the same broken person Roman has spent every day since you met loving. Falling for you over and over again. If you don’t go with him now, if you don’t leave Him, you will never get the chance to again. You will never leave. You have to. How can you say no to him?

[h0neybane]

what if rsa student twisted from hello kitty . . . . . . . ..

[cookies-over-yonder]

GUYS SEND ME ASKS WITH WRITING DRABBLE REQUESTS !!!

general things i will write:

angst

hurt/comfort (fav)

shippy stuff

ships that i can write for:

love trio (or any duo within love trio)

irusoi

jazzllocer

[didhewinkback]

someone requested a christmas something old blurb days ago and it is halfway completed in the docs and theres simply no way itll be finished by the end of the day today sooo if u see a christmas blurb show up well into 2024 just go with it

[punksrhea]

rq for cm punk at the wm24 money in the bank ladder match?

wwe vault just posted the entirety of wm24 so that punk is fresh in my mind lol

what a throwback!! 😭😭😭

posted two gifsets <3

[n0tamused]

Hello! Congrats on 1.5k! That’s so awesome! 👏

Would it be okay to request romantic Action prompt 11 “Person A and B are sparring when one of them pins the other to the floor/wall” for Mydei? Would be cute if Reader pinned Mydei and surprised him lol 😈

I’m in shambles after 3.1–

I also request you have a lovely week heheh ❤️

︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹Mydei x Reader

A/n: EYY ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING FOR MYDEI ILY, I WAS WAITING FOR A MYDEI REQUEEST UGDTZJUKJHHIFI<3 Also thank you!!! 3.1 left me in some(a lot) denial, thus I shall be taking charge of writing how Mydei's story ends <3. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this, thank you for partaking in the event and helping me celebrate this milestone! <3

Contents: Mydei x Reader, no gender specified(GN, you/yours) but written with a fem reader in mind, fluff

Words: 580

Ko-Fi |  1.5K followers event

His next swing came from the left, swift and powerful, leaving you just enough time for you to raise your arm in defense. The blow still sent you back, and Mydei did not stop his assault there. Several more blows came, left and right, above and under, some you parried and others you dodged well enough. At one point you caught sight of his face, all twisted in focus, so amusing in the moment that it made you chortle. 

“You’re growing frustrated” you noted through a huff, just before seeing an opening to repay him with your own strike. Mydeimos caught your wrist, but could not hold it for a moment longer as you jumped back out of his grasp. Swift as a snake.

“I am not” 

“Tired then” 

He scoffed at you and shook his head, the corners of his lips giving a small tug upwards, showing faintest traces of a smirk. “You can wish” He launched at you, but something caught in his step and more of his body came forward, and with that his balance as well. For a moment you thought you’d miss your chance, as not often did Mydeimos lose his balance, but you caught the moment just in time, your body going down as your foot went under his own, successfully tripping him.

Mydei went tumbling and the breath he let out sounded as if the air got kicked out of him. You wasted no time, hopping onto him and pinning him down with a gleeful expression, perhaps one too smug, yet it couldn’t be helped.

“You are done, Mydeimos” you threw at him, chest heaving and your hand clinging onto him to hold him down - no matter how much enjoyment you took from seeing his eyes widen at you in surprise, you knew better than to let victory blind you. It goes without saying that you may have had some experiences with Mydeimos when triumph was quickly followed by your failure.  “I take victory today”.

“Victory based on luck is no victory to boast about” he shot back at you, gaze narrowing in that catish way of his, fire burning in his eyes.

“You would not be able to complain about that in a real battle” you began, already seeing him roll his eyes, having heard the same words from his mentor, “if your enemy relied on chance to reign triumph over you, it means you, also, relied in part on luck to win” 

“That means - I won, fair and square” you concluded, sparing you both any further philosophical talk that usually came with such topics.

“Fair and square, you won’t be saying that once I get up off the ground-”

“Then I will not let you rise from the ground at all”

“Why, are you scared you might just fail, that your run has run out?”

You scoffed, feeling the big ball of light and fire inside your chest burn brighter at the thought that entered your mind swiftly. 

“No, in fact, it is because I rather like this sight before me. I’d like to commit it to memory”

Mydeimos gawked at you, his lips falling ajar to say something only to find sounds of protest in place of words he wanted. He felt even more frustrated when you began to giggle and laugh, your arms leaving his frame and arms where you had him pinned down - it seems your words were enough force to keep him nailed down until he recovers. 

Ⓒ n0tamused/jarttavia_. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[lorasdolly]

Would it be ok to ask, um, to requeest a Ambessa x reader where they are pretty much like Pearl from Steven universe? personality and backstory wise

Neat and tidy, incredible fighter and defended the earth on a global scale, helped their former love fake their death to escape their toxic parents only to lose them after they had a child-

if not, thats ok. if so, thanks! have a good night/day!

𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ambessa started to see you as a liability, especially since she became more active in the war and got pregnant. It was nearly unimaginable to you; you had thought that the sacrifices you made for her would be enough to keep her by your side forever.

The last time you saw her, the words she spoke were earth-shattering. “You put a burden on my shoulders and target on your own back, all you’ll be is someone for my enemies to use against me.”

She said that coldly, no remorse in the words she had spoken. She turned her back on you without looking. Years later, you were in your estate, tending to the gardens in a sundress. You had nearly forgotten about Ambessa, only nearly.

Her broad figured appeared behind you, your back turned to her. Her eyes were fixed on you and the garden, the straight lines of flowers and plants. She looks older, more weary. The years have left their mark on her, in the form of a few new scars and a weary edge to her gaze.

Seeing you there, tending to the gardens in a simple dress, is like a bittersweet punch to her chest. She had both longed for and dreaded this moment. And there you are, looking like a vision from a dream she'd dared not believe in.

Her daughter she left you for was already grown, a councilor in Piltover, and now in the miserable silence of her life, she happens to miss you.

You turned at some noise, instantly confronted with her frame, her gaze slightly admiring. But it diminished the moment your eyes met, fiddling with the glove in your hand.

You place them on the ground, steps calculated as you move towards her. "Ambessa?" The sweetness that typically coated your voice once speaking of her wasnt present, just the one of a stranger.

"You're still here." Ambessa speaks, her eyes pointing at the garden, the estate. You two were centimeters away, nearly touching yet distant.

"I've always been here." Resentment had found way into your words, yet you couldn't bring yourself to express it. "I've been here helping everybody since you left. You disappeared."

Ambessa shook her head, fists clenching at her side. "I gave my farewells, don't pretend as if I abandoned you." Her voice was firm, yet it wavered in whether she believed herself or not.

"Perhaps I regret my actions." You scoff at her words, you felt as if they were dishonest. "You regret having a child?" She shakes her head. Her hand hesitated to cradle your face, yet it lifted and did just that.

"I regret forbidding you from my life." You jerk her hand away and wrap your arms around her neck following suit. Your face hides into her neck, "You're horrible, Ambessa." You said, words muffled.

Her arms reluctantly pat your head, a soft sigh leaving her lips. Soon, her eyes caught sight of the ring decorating your finger. It was a diamond, unlikely that you got it for yourself.

Her hands removed themselves from you, "You're married." She spoke bluntly, not sugarcoating the truth she had witnessed.

"What?" You shook your head, twisting the ring on your finger. "It was a gift."

She rolled her eyes, grabbing your wrist with force to get you from your anxious behaviors. "From a lover." She emphasized and you furrow your brows.

It was true to an extent, you were getting courted, but you didn't love them. Yet it wasn't her place to dictate your love life, especially after leaving you. "Why should I be ashamed of that?" You shot back, voice still leveled.

"There's," She begun, "Nothing to be ashamed of. Yet I lack belief that you are in love." Ambessa stated, watching as you stepped further away and closer to the entrance of the estate.

"You don't get to determine my feelings." You stated, but you knew that was all she did.

"Do you love them?" She asked, her voice echoing, silence following. Ambessa stepped foward, really taking in the new aspects of your appearance, the scars on your arms from fighting.

She tugs you closer, "Do you love them?" She repeats.

At your continued silence, her lips crash into yours, gently, paying attention to your reactions. You sink into it, tongues clashing, your arms still resting at your side.

She pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips even when they aren't touching. Her hand comes to hold yours, removing the ring, feeling it in her palm.

You watched her pocket it, "You don't like diamonds."

[werewolfaday]

Ko-Fi requeest for T! day 50!

(they gave me a couple ideas for the prompt too, one of them being a poetry read! i thought it might be cute if instead of snapping they did like. soft little howls)

The second part was extra as a v fun exercise! I think werewolves in general would have a lot of diversity in style and shifted/half-shifted forms so this gave me an excuse to play around with that :) thought I should include a werehyena bc that's the wolf substitute for the shape-shifters of African folklore (and *jaguars in south america, tigers in India, etc!)

Also in doing a little bit of research for Black werewolf characters I found this super cool werewolf comic I wanted to highlight by Michelin Hess, a Black author/artist! She has other work that you should check out too. In fact, feel free to shout out any of your favorite Black artists in the comments or tags! Or let me know the other ways y'all are celebrating this month :)

[fishing-ball-z]

Frieza locked vegeta in a hot car at the mall (i'm imagining first form frieza and early Z vegeta)

really good requeest

[clndstn-headmates]

STARES AT YOU.

I see requeests are open /pos

mmay i request uh that Valentine guy from monster high

yk the one right 🧍‍♂️

idk how else to describe him but uh

yeah we js want that funky dude (+ maybe a transmasc Draculaura? mmaybe)

yes!! i did both of them, hope u like! feel free to change anything

-Mod Andrew

NAMES: Kieran, Valentine, Val

AGE: 1602

PRONOUNS: he/him, vamp/vamps

GENDERS: transmasc, vampboy

SEXUALITY: gay, cupiogex, grayromantic

SOURCE: Monster High

SPECIES: emotional vampire

ROLE: romanticist

TRANSIDS: vampireage, transhyperromantic, transerotomania, lovenarcoric, transAsian, transChinese, permamanipulover, transyeredere, transBPD, transhanahaki, permateen, permaoveraccessorized, transoujifashion, transvkei, harmfulfluid, transdorodere, permamanipulator, transalloromantic, transevil, anamian

CISIDS: Irish, vampire, white skin, black/red hair, pink eyes, fangs, tall, skinny/thin, NPD, low empathy, anorexia, depression, OCD, alexithymia, controlling, charming, perfectionist, dramatic

PARAS: haemotophile (🩸)

APPEARANCE:

NAMES: Draculaurance, Laurance, Laur, Lars

AGE: 1600

PRONOUNS: he/him, she/her

GENDERS: transmasc, bigender, rosboy

SEXUALITY: bi gay bennetboy

SOURCE: Monster High

SPECIES: vampire

ROLE: comforter

TRANSIDS: xenoracial, permateen, transharmless, permamanic, lovedead, loveharmed, permalovesickhigh, transloverpupil, transOLD, transfemboy, transcrossdresser, transblooddrinker, transpinkblood, fashionfluid, transgoth, transgyaruo, transjojifuku, perma2000s, transraver, xenoEuropean

CISIDS: Hungarian, Romanian, vampire, pink skin, black/pink hair, gray eyes, fangs, vegetarian, jirai danshi, bipolar disorder, hyperromantic, BPD, ADHD, spoiled, energetic, emotional, passionate, clingy

PARAS: vigiliaphile (👁)

APPEARANCE:

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[tspud-screenshots]

Hello everyone. Apologies for my absence! I've been rather busy with life and may have gone down a rabbit hole in tthe files of the game, but I'm fairly sure I can say I'm returning!

So far, I now hhave access to assets from the Original HD Remake of TSP, and I'm slowly working on finding ways to acceess Ultra Deluxe's. However that will still take some time.

I'll be getting back to doing anyy requests that were sent, inclluding posting more screenshots of locations iin the game that I want to share. However I'll be starting to share some of the assets I can access from the HD Remake and they will be open for requeests as well.

Thank you all for your pattience, and I hhope you all have a good day!

(Side Note: Please iignore any repeated letterss in thiis post, my keyboard'ss been glitching out ever since the power went out while I waas in the game's files for some reason, and I'm too busy to fix it at the momennt. I'm going to get a new one tomorrow, so please ignore aany repeat letterrs for the time beingg!)

[h0neybane]

hi requests are still open!! i just havent been getting to them because of art block and burnout!! (not because of the requeests just ing eneral)

[imagineanime2022]

@&£*%

Hideyoshi Nagachika X Fem!Reader Hideyoshi Nagachika X Daughter!OC (Platonic)

Word Count: 495

Requested: @the-letter-horror-lover

Requeest: Original Request

It was a quiet afternoon, Yuki was sitting on the floor playing with her toys, while you were reading with your feet resting on Hide’s lap and Hide was watching whatever was on the TV. “Dad?” You smiled at the sound of your little girl calling out to her father. “Yes sweetheart?” He asked, his hand idly drew patterns on your knee as he waited for your daughter to answer. “What does @&£*% mean?” Yuki asked you both looked at her, eyes widening. “Where did you hear that word?” You asked, she turned to you. “Uncle Nishiki said it when he hurt himself yesterday.” Yuki answered, you rolled your eyes and sighed. “Of course he did.” Hide mumbled. “Yuki you can’t repeat words like that okay? Only adults can say that word.” You asked. “Am I in trouble?” Yuki asked, you shook your head. “You aren’t in trouble but Uncle Nishiki is.” You leaned forward to poke her nose. “But he’s an adult right?” Yuki’s head tilted to the side waiting for you to answer. “Is he?” Hide asked, you poked his arm and gave him a pointed look. “He is, but Uncle Nishiki made a promise to us that he wouldn’t use those words around you and he broke that promise so we need to talk to him.” You explained. “Did I get Uncle Nishiki in trouble?” You and Hide looked at each other before Hide lifted your feet as he moved to the floor, talking in a hushed tone to your daughter, you reached over and grabbed your phone from the coffee table scrolling down to Nishiki’s contact on your phone, you dial his number and waited for him to pick up. “What? You want me to look after the brat again? I only just brought her back. What are you trying to do to make another one?” Nishiki asked. “No…” You answered “In fact it is about the one that we already have.” “She okay?” He asked. “Oh she’s fine, she told us a story though.” You said leaning back in your seat putting the bookmark in your book before closing it. “Uh huh.” He hummed, you were sure that he was only half listening. “About a word that you said around her.” You heard a scuffle “you okay?” “Your kid is real bad at keeping secrets.” Nishiki grumbled, your eyes moved to Hide playing with Yuki across the room. “Uh huh, I’m pretty sure we told you not to swear around her.” You reminded him. “It slipped out, I don’t do it all the time.” He argued “I don’t have a kid so sometimes it slips out.” “Sometimes, there’s more than one time?” You asked, there was silence for a second before the line went dead, you pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the screen he had hung up on you. You quickly sent him a message ‘not done talking’ before joining your family on the floor.

Request Here!!

[decat2]

So, Tumblr was showing that I had a message, but when I went to the messages tab and clicked on it, nothing happened. Tumblr also won't let me @ the user. So to the person who messaged me, I am not ignoring you on purpose!

Also, as I am currently playing TS4, I am unlikely to take requeests for TS2, sorry.

[introjis]

Hi! I wanted to apologize since we didn’t post any new emojis yesterday,

We had to head to bed before 2-3am(which we normally don’t head to bed any earlier) to wake up early for a scheduled meeting to rekindle an old friendship we had(or at least attempt to rekindle that friendship)

we have a lot of emojis planned on the works so please be patient, in the meanwhile we thought we should show you some old OLD emojis one of our introjects commissioned one of us to make almost a year ago before we get into a grind on various emojis, including paw and hoof hand versions of some hand emojis, sketched but unfinished/not digitalized yet emojis, cat emojis, and some requeested emojis in our inbox.

We will have to start limiting ourselves to one new base emoji and five altered emojis per week soon though to prevent burnout.

[jupesoupiter]

so for yuri week i think i’ll draw for it:] and you can send in a requeest of your fvaorife mcyt wlw ships and ill pick my favsorites to draw and schedule for that week (beceuase im bad of thinking of my own ideas lol)