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[rp-tea]

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[saberspirits]

Predacon Parenting Headcanons

Since Mother's and Father's Day are on everyone's minds, I decided I'd talk about my idea that despite being Cybertron's Apex Predators, Predacons are amazing parents!

Behaviors

♧ Predacons are Monogamous. They mate for life.

♧ Mother Predacons are gentle when picking up their young. Much like Earth's alligators and crocodiles, She will gently scoop up her hatchling with her jaws and carry it around until they can fly or walk efficiently.

♧ If a Predacon is behaving aggressively but not attacking, there's a good chance they have a hatchling nearby.

♧ Father Predacons typically spend time patrolling the area around the den, but when he's home, he is the one who teaches his hatchling to hunt and fight. The Mother also takes part in this, as it is a joint effort by both parents to raise a hatchling.

♧ It's rare for Predacons to have more than one hatchling in their den, but when there is a brood, the parents will often assign one hatching to each other and switch regularly to ensure that both hatchlings learn the skills they need to survive.

♧ Both parents, more often the father, will playfight with the hatchling. This is meant to build confidence and teach the hatchling where to strike. Hatchlings also enjoy climbing on their fathers and yanking their tails.

♧ If a Predacon has come to trust a Cybertronian and they have a hatchling, the Predacon may just bring the Cybertronian to meet the hatchling. If this is done, the Cybertronian can consider themselves part of the family.

[genshinfuckclub]

Hello. Be nice and respectful. No political talk here. I do not care about your political opinions. English is not my first language. Keep that in mind. I do art and writing. My friend edits my writing for me. Minors DNI.

Fandom list (which I will write for): Genshin Impact Honkai: Star Rail

Requests for Art: Open Requests for Writing: Open

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Fish fact #600

600

FISH

FACTS

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wowza! The milestones just keep coming! Let's get to 700, friends! ;)

As for your fact....

Pyjama shark!

It is a nocturnal shark, spending its days resting in a comfortable crevice or hidden in vegetation! Like crocodiles, they prefer to incapacitate their prey via a "death roll", doing a spinning motion and pulling their prey along with them.

Post dividers were made by @rpinkling!! They are very cool and good! :D

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Day 20: Teasing

♤♡-Pairs: Kaeya/Alhaithamxfem!reader

☆☆-Warnings: male anatomy, fem anatomy, cockwarming(Alhaitham), pussy-licking(kaeya), p in v (both), teasing (both), teasing talk (kaeya), marking(kaeya), baby(for reader by kaeya), talking about and to your pussy(kaeya), use of 'good girl' once(kaeya)

A/N: Divider cred: @rpinkling (In between the two scenarios)

Kaeya

"Aww, look at you." He cooed, trailing his fingers up the expanse of your inner thigh. A singular icy-blue eye trained on your reactions. His finger traveled a little higher, ghosting over the lips of your pussy. You twitched. Kaeya chuckled, "Someone's needy huh? Your pussy is practically quivering for my touch. What should I do about it?" He pulled his hand back, tapping his lips as he pretended to think. You groaned, "fuck me."

He simply chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no. I don't think that's what I'll do." Kaeya leaned forward, settling himself between your thighs. Blowing puffs of hot air against your sex. His tongue peeking between his lips as he stared up at you. And ever so slowly, gently, he ran his tongue over the top of your lips. But that was all he did. Intent on watching you quiver with even the smallest touch. He didn't leave you completely untouched though.

Kissing at your thighs, sucking pretty purple and pink marks. His tongue sliding over each bruise, creating a beautiful pattern. Showing you and anyone who looked, who you belong to.

"Kaeya…please, I want you."

He almost faltered. The sound of his name being moaned from your pretty lips almost made him stop his teases. Almost.

"Yeah? You do?" He lifted from between your thighs, crawling up your body. His cock now slotted in between your thighs, dragging between your soaking core. "Here? Is that where you want me?" You nodded your head rapidly, trying to maneuver your hips so he slid in. With one hand, he pinned your waist to the bed, halting your movements. "Not so fast baby. You'll get me when I decide." He continued to tease his cock at your core, slicking up his length with your arousal. Each time he bumped against your clit, hot white pleasure coursed through your veins. If he kept this up, you were sure you'd cum from this stimulation alone.

"Your poor little clit is throbbing baby, don't tell me…are you gonna cum from this?" The smirk he wore on his face made you pout but you couldn't deny.

He hummed, "that won't do. I only want you to cum on my cock." As he pulled back, seemingly continuing his teases. Only this time, the tip pressed at your entrance. He smiled, before thrusting himself all the way inside. Your back arched as a flash of bright white appeared behind your eyes. Body convulsing as you came all over his length. This time, he did falter, but only for a moment. The feeling of your pussy contracting around him, sucking him like your mouth would had him closing his eyes tightly. With a deep breath, he chuckled.

"You really did cum all over my cock. Good girl.~"

Alhaitham

"...", you knew what he was doing. Reclined back in his chair, one leg sitting on top another. The muscles in his arms pronounced, flexing each time he turned the page of his book. The book; the edges lined with his saliva as he moved to lick his fingers each and every time before he turned a page. He knew what he was doing and it was driving you crazy.

You had walked into his home office, legs quivering and a needy voice begging him to give you some attention. To bend you over and fuck you, use his hands, his mouth;something.

He gave you a knowing look before sighing. "Once I finish this book, I'll give you what you need."

It's been fifteen minutes and you were still sat there. Panties soaked as you twitched in the chair, watching his every move. If you weren't careful, you'd slowly become jealous of the book he was reading. "Haitham.." you whined, thighs pressed together to ease the ever growing ache. He didn't answer you, his eyes still focused on the book. This teasing was becoming too much.

"Please.." you murmured, finally catching his attention. His eyes scanned your face, your body, paying special attention to the way your thighs clamped together. Without words, he crooked his finger, beckoning you over. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you got up and made your way over. Immediately leaning down to give him a kiss before he stopped you.

"Take those off." He pointed at your skirt, "not the skirt but what's underneath." You swallowed, thick, as you nodded. Slipping your wet panties down your legs, sticky arousal coating the front. And your pussy too. You saw his dick twitch in his slacks but he did nothing about it. And without pause, he marked his page and sat down the book. Undoing the front of his pants, freeing his growing erection. Your eyes dilated at the sight, unknowingly licking your lips.

"Ah!" You gasped as you felt his fingers slide through your arousal. Finally, giving you some much needed stimulation. But it was short-lived as he pulled away, using his now slick coated hand to lubricate his length. Stroking it a few times until it was glistening.

"Sit down." His voice was low, commanding. And you didn't refuse. Lifting your skirt as you climbed into his lap, seating yourself almost immediately on his cock. You groaned, enjoying the stretch and the way the veins lining his cock rubbed against your insides. But just as you were about to move, he placed a firm hand on your hip.

"No moving. What I said earlier still stands. After I finish this book, I'll give you what you need." And as if nothing happened, he picked his book back up and started reading.

You were wrong. This teasing would undoubtedly become too much.

Masterlist

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[access--granted]

Bad Timing

A/N: In honour of @lovely-whale-is-lovely for waiting 84 years for the fic request this is inspired by to be written, I wanted to share a small section that will be part of the final piece because I'm so excited to be writing Ghost for the first time! I hope you all enjoy this preview! 🤍 (Preview? Who am I kidding? No preview is over 1k words long 😂). Also, if anyone wants a song to accompany their read, here's the song I had on repeat at the time of writing this.

Pairing: Ghost x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, minor angst (if you squint) AU based on canon, childhood friends AU.

TW: Mentions of blood and injury, cussing.

WC: 1,154 (so far, unbeta'd).

(Divider below created by rpinkling!)

Somehow, amongst all the madness, you and Ghost manage to find a quiet corner to recover from the shit that just went down with Graves. Your hands are still shaking, the sound of your heartbeat thrumming in your ears as adrenaline continues to pump through your veins.

Alejandro has been captured, Soap is missing, and you haven’t the faintest clue where Rudolfo is either. You consider yourself lucky that Ghost managed to keep you with him during your escape. He’s always been fast, moving swiftly like a shadow in the night, but the fact he could save you at the same time– it blows your mind. 

You didn’t come out of the confrontation unscathed, though. You’re currently sporting a bullet wound. Nothing too gruesome, and thankfully, the bullet didn’t enter your body - it just left a nasty graze on your right arm. 

“I can’t believe Graves… he really turned on you guys,” you mumble, following Ghost inside a small cafe. The place is completely ransacked, with broken glass everywhere, chairs and tables tipped over, and the crumpled, bloodied body of who you assume was the owner slumped against the counter - a bullet hole right through the centre of his head. The only light filtering in is that of the street lamps outside, making the atmosphere all the more unsettling.

“Always expect the unexpected,” Ghost says in response, his voice but a mutter as shards of glass crunch beneath his boots. 

You stop just a fraction behind him, arching a brow at the back of his head, scoffing.

“You can’t seriously tell me you could’ve ever seen that coming.”

“If there’s one key thing in this line of work, it’s to never be surprised,” Ghost looks at you over his shoulder, and you can see his eyes latch on to the blood staining your arm. “You got hit.”

“Just a scrape,” you shrug, “I’ll survive.” Reaching up with your left hand, you swipe a trickle of the red, viscous liquid away from your skin, stopping it in its trail. 

“Such a tough cookie you are.”

“Shut it.” 

The two of you share a slight chuckle, the air around you somehow both thick with tension yet calm at the same time despite the carnage surrounding you. 

Without a word, Ghost reaches into one of his hip pouches, pulling out a small, rolled-up bandage as he steps closer to you. Usually, you’d already be insisting that you’re okay and don’t need any assistance, but you and Ghost have known each other since childhood. You looked out for each other back then, and he still keeps that train going to this very day.

“Here, let me,” he says, his husky voice carrying a tender tone. You don’t make a single peep of denial at his request and angle your arm outward slightly to make the job of wrapping the bandage around your wound easier for him. 

It’s deafeningly quiet while Ghost tends to your arm, though it’s only a matter of time before Graves and the rest of Shadow Company will be hot on your heels. You’d heard his command during your getaway. 

‘Find 'em!’ That was his order, and he doesn’t strike you as the kind of man to give up on what he wants so quickly. That much was evident the moment he announced his takeover of Los Vaqueros’ base. 

“What’s ‘a matter, soldier?” Ghost’s voice breaks through your thoughts, tearing them apart like a sheet of paper. “Don’t get too lost in your own head, darlin’. We need to stay focused,” he says, winding the bandage around your arm, “There’s a shit storm coming.”

“You got that right.” You scoff, letting your eyes land on Ghost’s face again. His gaze shifts up to meet yours, his thumb tucking the end of the bandage in. You can’t gauge what kind of expression he’s wearing beneath his dirtied mask, but his eyes seem so gentle. He looks at you in a way that makes your chest flourish with warmth right from the very space your heart beats. 

Your eyes fix on a smear of blood at the bottom of Ghost’s mask, a dark splotch staining the already discoloured fabric just beneath the skull fixture.

“It’s unlike you to get nicked,” you remark, reaching up with both hands to bunch the fabric between grimy fingers. His right hand comes up to grip your wrist as if to stop you, but you only stare at him intently. “Simon, it’s just me.”

The use of his name and the reassurance make his breath stagger a little. Mumbling a quiet, ‘Right’,  his grip loosens on your wrist. 

Pushing his mask up a bit, you only do so enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, stubble freckling his chin and around his mouth, a scar across the space below his right cheek. It’s been a while since you’ve seen his face, and his body language screams nervous with his scrunched-up shoulders and stiff stance. So, you ignore the temptation in your head, screaming at you to take the mask off altogether.

His bottom lip is split and bleeding, bruising around the edges of the minor yet nasty-looking injury. Something like an elbow— or the butt of a gun must have struck him before.

“Well, the good news is, you’re gonna live.”

“Ain’t that just tickety-boo,” Ghost replies dryly, making you laugh. His posture slacks, his shoulders unwinding from his momentary tension.

Your fingers brush along his jawline, an incredibly tender gesture on your part. Seeing the skin beneath his mask, catching his lips and the tip of his nose, the depth of his cupid’s bow - it all reminds you that he’s real. He’s not his mask. Ghost– Simon… is real. 

The heels of your feet lift from the floor, your mind too far gone and caught up in the moment to even notice the move you’re making. Now is hardly the time for this, but being with him again after so long brings about emotions you weren’t prepared for. 

Ghost clears his throat, placing a hand on your side. This brings you back to earth, as does the way he, without force, eases you back down until you’re no longer tip-toeing. 

“We should track Soap down,” he says, a hint of regret in his voice, “I think he’s worse off than we are right now.” After pulling his mask back down, Ghost reaches for his radio.

You stand a few inches away now, nodding silently as you sweep messy wisps of hair away from your eyes, hoping you hadn’t just made a mistake - hoping it was just a case of bad timing. There’s no way Ghost hadn’t wanted to kiss you as much as you did him. The fact he allowed it to get so far before stopping you speaks volumes all on its own.

So, yes. It had just been bad timing.

... But next time, you will get your kiss.

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[the-firefly-jar-system]

Welcome to The Firefly Jar System!

[pt: welcome to the firefly jar system!]

last updated: 09/10/24 (mm/dd/yy)

we are a minor bodied, professionally diagnosed DID system

always open ask game is here!

we collectively go by they/fae or the pronouns of either host, and the names firefly or aster. we go by ash irl (name of one of our hosts), so feel free to call us that, too. we’re also an archaeopteryx (paleo)therian :]

in real life, we have been out as transmasc and genderqueer since we were 11-12. while not everyone in our system identifies with this, it's an important part of our identity and life!

we are a smaller polyfrag system (system of ~65). we are ‘brainmade’ heavy and fragment/low development heavy (~20 fully developed alters)

white and ethnically ashkenazi jewish (generally secular), most alters are pagan or agnostic and some others are more religiously jewish or athiest

we also have a sort of systemsona you can find here

don’t follow with an empty blog or we’ll report and block you! just add something so we know you’re not a bot

we are/have (all professionally diagnosed unless otherwise specified)

(not everything is shared here, but the ones that are shared feel important to share as part of our life experience/what we talk about here often)

AuDHD (autism + ADHD)

polyfragmented/complex DID (and obviously CPTSD)

anxiety/depression/all that fun (/sar) stuff

ARFID

an unspecified obsessive/compulsive disorder (no official dx but is being treated by our psych nonetheless)

NSSI (non-suicidal self injury) currently in remission! 9+ months clean :D (NSSI isn’t a diagnosis on its own, jsyk)

syskids blog: @little-fireflies-syskids

vent blog: @trapped--in--a--jar (TW)

ash's blog: @chaotic---child

valentine’s blog: @decora-clown

fennel’s blog: @enby-worm-nightmare

basil’s blog: @flowers-and-bandaids

furby blog: @the-bumbling-furby

we also run: @obsessive-compulsive-culture-is

- intros are tagged #alter intro - our posts/posts we contributed to/things we said are tagged #firefly flickers

here is our carrd

our simplyplural is the-firefly-jar-system if you’d like to friend us!!

DNI:

[pt: dni]

basic DNI criteria (racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, sexist, etc)

TERFS/SWERFS/radfems

anti xenogender/neopronouns/MOGAI

radqueer/transID/etc and supporters

pro-c/anti recovery disordered paraphiles (this is specifically for those with paraphilic disorders, not general paraphilias)

endos/tulpas and supporters (endo neutrals are fine, tulpa neutrals (term) are not)

anti otherkin/therian/alterhuman

truscum/transmed

NSFW/kink main blog (we don’t have anything against you just personal comfort)

pro SH/ED/ana/mia/etc, including "pro for me but not for thee". we've been in that boat, and we no longer support that mindset

anyone who brings up ship discourse (we’re neutral and will interact with both parties as long as you’re not being an asshole)

if you harass anyone, even people on our DNI. even if we disagree with you, nobody deserves to be harassed (very few exceptions)

since we’ve been getting a lot of asks related to this, this post explains the endos/tulpas DNI!

let us know if we missed anything or if you have any other questions!

Userboxes:

[pt: Userboxes: /end pt]

credit to sysboxes for all userboxes | credit to rpinkling for image divider

[obsidianimagines]

Welcome!

Here I will be writing imagines about different fandoms that I love (except for DC's Stargirl, which I have a dedicated blog for over at @opalimagines)

A few notes:

I won't be taking requests as that can be stressful. You can send ideas in, and I may write them if they really interest me, but there will be no guarantees.

I try to keep stories as neutral as possible to allow more people to enjoy them (including skin, hair, body type, etc). If you notice a physical description I might have accidentally included, you can let me know.

Any smut will still use neutral pronouns, but reader descriptions may end up more specific depending on how graphic things get in the story (I will try to avoid that if possible though). Any smut or posts about adult themes will be clearly labeled. Minors, please don't interact with posts labeled MINORS DNI or tagged #minors dni

I'm an American without anyone to Britpick, so if you notice anything obviously American in any Doctor Who stories, let me know!

Please be kind and patient. I work and have responsibilities, so I won't always have time to post regularly.

Masterlists:

Tenth Doctor

Twelfth Doctor

Sam Flynn

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[badperson-8]

Welcome! 🔞

♠️ I'm a simple gamer and fanfiction writer with passion for gay smut.

♦️ Masterlist

♠️ Currently working on one giant fic for ObeyMe! fandom - Their Master. It's cool, you can check it out on AO3 if you're into male reader/male MC. Gonna post updates about new chapters here.

♦️ Prefer to write about dom/top OCs and turn canon characters into a moaning, submissive mess, but other than that, I'm pretty versatile. My fandoms are: ObeyMe!, Twisted Wonderland, Nu: Carnival, Genshin Impact, Hades, Baldur's Gate, Saints Row, Skyrim, Far Cry 3, the Witcher, Undertale, FNAF, and many more. Planning on posting shorter stuff here and AO3 simultaneously.

♠️ Requests are open. If you want me to write something bigger than a little one-shot — commissions are open as well. Feel free to contact me here or via email.

🖤 If you wish to support my work, you may do so on ko-fi

♦️ My AO3

P.S. All dividers that are used in my blog were created by @rpinkling and @saradika

[zozo-01]

"when the sun rises from the west." (Sam/Darlin' Deity AU) Masterlist

Chapter One: It Starts with the Moon and his darlin' Sun. - AO3 Link!

(divider done by @rpinkling)

[vampysparkz]

The Fool pt. 1

Ajax Petropolus X Oracle!Reader

TAGLIST:

Word count: 1,084

Trope notice:

Hurt-Comfort

Later Angst

Secret Admirer

Border Credits: @rpinkling

WARNINGS/NOTICES/IMPORTANT INFO:

This depiction of Y/N is derived from a poll I made! Y/N has been built as using She/Her pronouns, and is biologically female. There may be a little bit of self deflection here, just for funsies because I love character building. | This current chapter is safe, but a later chapter is planned to contain smut, so keep that in mind if that's not something you're comfortable with! I'll be sure to add a pre-added warning when I post it to let y'all know. | The song that is used in this fic is Black Honey by Thrice (highly recommend giving it a listen, especially while reading) | Language | Mentions of Readers mother being in a hospital

"I keep swingin' my hand through a swarm of bees"

".....!"

"I can't understand why they're stingin' me"

".....N!"

"But I'll do what I want, I'll do what I please"

"Y....N?!"

"I'll do it again 'til I've got what I need"

"Y/N !!"

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Y/N's head snapped up when she heard the muffled beeping of her alarm, the deafening noise is drowned out by the blasting music on her Bluetooth earbuds. She sighs, taking the earbuds out of her ears, Dustin Kensrue's voice and the beat of the drums still audible from the headphones, dropping them onto her nightstand. As her ears adjusted to the noise that engulfed her surroundings, she roughly smacked the off button on the alarm clock, silencing the ear-splitting repetition.

"What was I dreaming about again?" She mutters, sitting up and slowly dragging herself out of bed, picking up the blue constellation-print blankets off of the floor, and setting them on the bed, before looking down at her pajamas. She huffs, untucking her t-shirt from the band of their bra, and rightening the band of her shorts.

Before her mother went insane, she had said her dreams were a 'gateway into her divination', so Y/N was constantly trying to recall whatever fantasy she had concocted, but she always came up fruitless. Her dreams escaped her as soon as she opened her eyes, so she wore the headphones, trying to drown out whatever possible premonition that would make its way to her.

Y/N yawns, stretching with a soft yawn, and looking towards her backpack, that was propped up against her vanity. "Right... First day of school, better get ready" She sighs to herself, and went about getting dressed, pulling on the standard Nevermore uniform, and put on her array of crystal and protective jewelry. She made sure to keep the necklaces tucked into her shirt, but paused when she looked down to her jewelry holder, eyes trained on the carnelian necklace that sat on the plate.

(Note: Carnelian is used to boost confidence, self esteem, energy, creativity, sexual energy, amongst other things)

"Wouldn't hurt" She shrugs, picking up the necklace and fastening the clasp around her neck, tucking the crystal into her shirt. Once she deemed herself ready, she grabbed her backpack and made her way out of the bedroom, and into the dusty hall, walking down the staircase. Blue and purple light streamed in through the tinted windows as she walked into the kitchen, stepping around the empty wheelchair to grab the loaf of bread, tossing a few slices into the toaster.

She was caught up in her head, relaying over usual first day of school thoughts, absent mindedly picking up the jam and butter from the fridge, setting it on the counter. Once the toast popped up from the toaster, she quickly made her pieces of toast, and looked over to the nearby clock, noting the time... It being 5 minutes after her usual leaving point.

"Shit!-" She shouts, cramming both pieces of toast into her mouth as fast as she could manage without choking, before bolting out the door. Heavy platforms flunked against the concrete as Y/N booked it out of the large, empty house, and towards the academy's bus queue.

This was her first day at Nevermore, she'd been to similar schools, there being one or two for the 'magically gifted' or strange, but as her mother changed hospitals, Y/N had to change schools. Overall, she was okay with that, she never made a lot of friends, and she had never made plans to be 'lifelong besties' with the ones she made.

Luckily, the bus was empty when it pulled up to the stop, her house being the only one on the street. She climbed into the bus, giving a half hearted wave to the old Gorgon bus driver, before going to sit down in the nearest possible seat.

She then pulled out her phone, opening up her messages, and then her mother's contact, staring at the thousands of unanswered messages. Y/N wrote to her mother daily, good mornings, good nights, life updates, when she'd visit next, but they always went unanswered. Her mom could barely even gather her thoughts enough to lift the phone, Y/N just assumed she let her phone die at some point and never plugged it back in, or maybe the orderlies took it.

"You alright back there honeybun? Looking a little forlorn" The old man calls, causing Y/N to look up from her screen, and over to the bus driver. "Oh, yeah I'm fine... Just uh.. Nervous about today" She lied, in reality, she was perfectly fine with starting at the new school, she had done a card reading or two, and established that everything would (hopefully) go fine. "Ah, well. I don't know if things have changed since I last attended Nevermore, since that was a few decades ago, but I'm sure things will be fine" He nods with a smile, which made Y/N give a soft smile in return, at least he was sweet.

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When the bus pulled up to the academy, Y/N hopped off the bus, waving to the bus driver. "Bye Mister Chesnok!" She calls, waving to the old man on the bus, who gave a feeble wave. She then turned towards the school, looking over the crowds of students, already gathering in their cliques as staff loaded up their luggage onto the trolleys.

She gave a soft sigh, putting in her headphones to drown out the surrounding voices, pressing play on the side of the earbuds as she walked to the steps of the school.

"I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest"

Y/N made it about halfway up the stone steps, before she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She gave a soft sigh, and turned down the music, before looking up and turning. There stood six students, of various species, each of them looking at her with hopeful and expecting expressions.

"...Can I help you?" Y/N sighs, her voice clear, speaking with a sort of assertiveness that she portrayed when dealing with peers. "Hi! Uh.. You're the new oracle kid right?" A small gorgon girl squeaked, clutching her backpack. "I'm not reading y'alls fortunes, if that's what you're trying to ask" Y/N rolled her eyes, turning away from them, before a vampire boy cleared his throat. "Well pay you" He chimes, peaking Y/N's interest.

"Do you understand I deserve the best?"

She gave another soft sigh, and turned back to the group. "One reading per person, I charge extra for relationship readings. Schedule with me beforehand, so I can write in breaks." She quips, she usually knew better than this... But the offer of payment was always something that broke her. She was an opportunist after all.

The turned her music back up, and turned back towards the door, walking into the school, leaving the group wonderstruck.

Part one is done! Second part is already being written, so be on the lookout!

[arting-block]

𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❝ 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨.❞

₊˚﹕✧˚✩ ONESHOTS

↳ something to want but could never have [angst]

↳ all i could ever want [smut]

↳ two hearts, twice the love [+River Song, fluff]

↳ the words i don't mean [angst, fluff]

header credits: @ellasxl on twitter

post divider credits: @rpinkling

[judgementdaysunshine]

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love prompts by @urfriendlywriter

Romantic date ideas by @jaylaxies

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 by @poohsources

enemies to lovers but one is injured + sentence starters by @shinsources

lyrics from my ship playlists - soft edition by @puckrph

Proposal ideas for your otp by @bunnyswritings

Dancing in the rain prompts by @dumplingsjinson

GRUMPY AFFECTIONATE STARTERS shown to me by @ironmandeficiency

gestures that get me on my knees by @urfriendlywriter

prompts for sharing a bed ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ by @scealaiscoite

OTP prompts for when they have a height difference by @bunnyswritings

prompts for characters who are slowly falling in love by @novelbear

PROMPTS FOR SPENDING THE NIGHT TOGETHER by @mcflymemes

THE   BUDDING  ROMANCE  PROMPTS by @leneemusing

"𝙄  𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀  𝙔𝙊𝙐"  𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎.  (𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.) by @soulprompts

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 by @rpclefairy

PROMPTS FOR NEW INTIMACY by @mcflymemes

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  by @raysources

Fantasy & Adventure Cliche Prompts by @rpinkling

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 by @poohsources

Oddly Specific Writing Prompts by @chenlebestcookagenda

[cxremedy]

intro post (finally) !

remedy | she/they | 21 | main blog

carrd <- read byf !

my blog is very, very doctor who themed but i'll talk about / reblog stuff for other interests too as well as some random things! shows, music, etc.

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[soughthope]

Hello cuties, won't you stay a while? Soughthope is a fun and chaotic independent multi-muse featuring canon and original characters, established in December 2012 and remade in May 2023. Nurtured by Sunshine, she/they, 30. This blog will contain mature and triggering themes. MDNI. 21+

Heavily affiliated with: soughtbirthright, lcstinfantasy , chrissyfied , entangledmuses , ner0tic , bettermonster , deermooses , dcmur3, petitsdieu & every blog they ever make obvi.

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Muses:

Fandom ocs

Astrid Clark

Disney

Queen Elsa ( Frozen )

Shank ( Wreck-it Ralph )

Nick Wilde ( Zootopia )

Casandra ( Tangled series )

Helen Parr

Peter Pan

Fawn

Maya Hart

Mal Bertha

Astrid Hofferson

Jack Frost

Kristoff Bjorgman

Anime

Sakura Haruno

Naruto Uzumaki

Hinata Shoyo

Tohru Honda

Haruhi Fujioka

Mitsukuni Haninozuka

Animation

Korra

Ballister Blackheart

Ambrosius Goldenlion

Adora

Amity Blight

Lilith Clawthorne

Connie Maheswaran

Greg Universe

Garnet

Linda Belcher

Ruby

Rayla

Zuko

Vi

Spongebob Squarepants

Roxanne ( Goofy Movie )

Jessie ( Toy Story )

Catra

Coraline Jones

Norman Babcock

Sally ( Nightmare Before Christmas )

Shock ( Nightmare before Christmas)

Gaming

Princess Peach

Joel Miller

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Kate Marsh

Nathan Prescott

Lena Oxton

Angela Zeigler

Elizabeth Ashe

DC Comics

Lena Luthor

Bruce Wayne

Kara Danvers

Pamela Isley

Marvel Comics

Wolverine

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Frank Castle

Spider-Gwen

Lila Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Valkyrie / Brunnhilde

OBX

Rafe Cameron

Kiara Carrera

JJ Maybank

Ward Cameron ( Request )

Wheezie Cameron

Stranger Things

Max Mayfield

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Jim Hopper

Eddie Munson

Dustin Henderson

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Meg Masters

Jo Harvelle

Twilight

Emmett Cullen

Leah Clearwater

Bella Swan

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Maggie Greene

Rosita Espanoza

Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Penelope Featherington

Anthony Bridgerton

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Jackson Whitemore

Stiles Stilinski

Scott Mccall

Liam Dunbar

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Maher

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Chad Meeks-Martin

Noah Foster

Emma Duval

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

Luna Lovegood

Misc

Nathan Scott

Noah Flynn

Fezco

Jules Vaughn

[swcctdreams]

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