#selfship fluff prompts

[fcxyviixen]

september self-ship fluff prompts

note: I found these cute September prompts and wanted to do them with my self-ship with luci! prompts belong to: @rhiatargoed-selfships

day one: sharing you very first romantic kiss

vixen and lucifer had been together for a few months, after both parties decided to lower their stubborn pride and admit they liked each other and began secretly dating. they have an idea the other brothers know, yet won’t say anything.

vixen was currently in culinary school, but her school doesn’t start back up from break until october. vixen wanted to go to the devildom and was going to ask diavolo, but what ended up happening was that lucifer was sent to her instead in the human world because he fell asleep in class and at the student council meeting so diavolo decided the pride demon needed a break.

diavolo gave the two a little secluded cabin for the month, which wasn’t necessary according to vixen but the prince did it anyway. lucifer grumbled a bit for being sent on vacation without his own permission, but ended up accepting it to be with vixen for the month.

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vixen, currently in her kitsune form, was resting on lucifer’s shoulders while he walked along an empty park at sundown. she perked her head up when lucifer sat down on an empty bench.

“are you done walking around?” vixen asked, looking over at him from his shoulder. “just taking a break.” lucifer hummed, he gently patted his thigh, a signal for vixen. she gently jumped from his shoulder to his lap.

lucifer gently rubbed behind vixen’s ear, causing her to tilt her head into the touch and even let out a sound similar to a purr. lucifer paused his gentle rubbing, “must you stay in this form?” he asked.

vixen looked up at him from his lap, “i thought you liked it when i was in this form? your exact words being; "you can keep a better eye on me.” vixen snickered. “that’s when you’re in the devildom and thinking of mischief with one of my brothers.” lucifer said.

vixen only laughed lightly before jumping off of lucifer’s lap, a puff of smoke following after her paws hit the ground, the silver furred fox turning into the normal silver haired woman. she sat down on the bench next to Lucifer, “happy?” she asked.

lucifer gave her a sincere and rare smile. “of course, i do prefer seeing you as you than as your fox form.” vixen looked at him a bit surprised. “But, I love both sides of you.” lucifer finished.

vixen only giggled, “i’m glad.”. she leaned into lucifer’s side while he put an arm around her. lucifer looked out at the scenery, “it’s been a while since i’ve seen a human world sunset.” he said. vixen looked over at lucifer, “well, maybe you should come to the human world more often.”.

“you know i can’t do that with my brother’s.” lucifer sighed, “however, this feels nice to be with you in the human world without the chaos of my brothers.”.

“yeah, last time they were here we didn’t get a moment's peace.” vixen sighed, “but now we have the entire month to ourselves.” she smiled, looking up at him. lucifer glanced down at her.

“yes, even though I wasn’t completely sure about the idea of taking a month-long vacation.” lucifer hummed, turning his eyes back to the sun which was beginning to dim, the dimming light shining off of his gradient eyes.

vixen always found it beautiful whenever the rare times she could see the dimming light bring out the color of lucifer’s eyes more. vixen gently moved from lucifer’s arm and turned around to face lucifer.

lucifer moved his sight back onto vixen, wondering what she was about to do. vixen leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, and lucifer reacted by kissing back like it was something he was already expecting her to do.

sure, the two had kissed before, but they were only quick pecks on the lips or cheeks in the privacy of her room or his bedroom. this was the first time the kiss drew long, it was passionate and full of love.

lucifer’s arms went around vixen’s body, pulling her closer to him, greedy for more of her. vixen only responded by putting her hands on his shoulders, then moving to having her arms wrapped around his neck.

it was like time stopped for the two as they sat there with the cozy autumn breeze blowing the orange and brown leaves around them. the last peak of sunlight finally went out as the two were surrounded by the early moonlight of the evening.

vixen gently pulled back to take a breath of air, her eyes quickly meeting lucifer’s. the pride demon looked up at her, another rare and sincere smile curling his lips up. vixen returned the smile with her.

no words exchanged, they didn’t need to exchange words. after all, their eyes spoke the conversation for them, they didn’t need to say the know out loud.

i love you.

i love you too.

[the-bar-sinister]

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

based on a no longer available prompt by @\grey-wardens-dont-have-dental. 10 prompts have been added, and one has been removed, and the list has been reformatted.

--good morning.

--goodnight.

–hello

--goodbye.

--where it hurts.

--where it doesn’t hurt.

–on each eyelid.

--on a falling tear.

--to shut them up.

–to get them to talk.

--in secrecy.

--in public.

--desperately.

–hesitantly.

--in joy.

--in grief.

--discreetly.

--casually.

--passionately.

--lazily.

—shyly.

--to distract.

--as encouragement.

–as a reward.

--for luck.

--on a scar.

--on a place of insecurity.

--in a rush of adrenaline.

--in relief.

--in danger.

--as a ‘yes’.

–as a 'no'.

--as an apology.

--as a suggestion.

--as a lie.

--as a promise.

--as comfort.

--to wake up.

--forcefully.

–carefully.

--to pretend.

--to gain something.

--to give up control.

– to take control.

--without a motive.

--because they’re running out of time.

--because time’s run out.

--because the world is ending.

--because the world is saved.

--out of pride.

--out of greed.

--out of lust.

--out of anger.

--out of envy or jealousy.

--out of spite.

--out of habit.

–-out of boredom.

--out of necessity.

--out of love.

–out of hate.

[caesarsprincess]

[Proselfshiptember 4 - Kisses]

Because of his Gas Gas Fruit, Caesar Clown can make kisses infinitely long. He can generate an infinite supply of oxygen while kissing, and it feels amazing. Everything intimate can be enhanced by his devil fruit. His oxygen control ability is perfect, as is his creative use of his ability to turn into gas. Having him unexpectedly fill me up at night while kissing for hours at a time is hot as fuck.

Because of his ability to make me faint from pleasure, I gave him the nickname "cloud 9". And he literally looks like a cloud and is born on the 9th of April. Even hearing the noise of him with his gas power active is enough to bring me to a state of pure bliss, I lose my critical sense and forget all about his evilness.

The fact that there is a man called Caesar Clown who can do infinite kisses, fill all holes, tickle all over me, pump me full of aphrodisiacs while being is a mad scientist is just too amazing to be true. Mad scientists are my favorite type of people, really. I never knew they could be attractive like Caesar. I am totally, utterly addicted to him, he can use me for basically anything he want.

[amazing-nightcrawler]

NIGHTCRAWLER WEEK 2024 NOV. 11 - 17

Welcome Nightcrawlers!

The Amazing-Nightcrawler is proud to present our first NIGHTCRAWLER WEEK featuring our favorite Fuzzy Blue Elf, Kurt Wagner aka The Amazing Nightcrawler! We hope you'll join in & participate! See you in November!

Nightcrawler Week Prompts

Day 1 - Circus or Swashbuckler Day 2 - Fangs or Fashion Day 3 - Shadows or The Silver Screen Day 4 - Alternate Universe or What if...? Day 5 - Family or Abilities Day 6 - Romance or Team Leader Day 7 - Creator's Choice

Alternative Prompts

Sword Devotion Trapped Abandoned Exhibitionist Hope

Nightcrawler Week Ao3 Collection - Opens Nov. 11 2024

Creators can use one or both prompts for each day. Alternative Prompts are available for additional inspiration; Creators can swap out a daily prompt for an alternative prompt or use it in combination with a daily prompt or not at all. Creator's Choice can use any prompt in the list or whatever the Creator's heart desires.

Please read all FAQ's & Rules located under the read more. If you have any questions then drop the Mods an Ask. The Amazing Nightcrawler Discord is accepting new members! This is an 18+ Marvel Discord server. Please read & follow all rules upon joining.

FAQ's

What is Nightcrawler Week?

Nightcrawler Week is a Marvel Fandom Event created by Nightcrawler Fans for Nightcrawler Fans, with fanworks featuring Kurt Wagner, aka Nightcrawler.

I want to be creator, how do I join?

No sign ups, no checks, just create whatever you feel like creating! Choose one or all of the prompts. Please read and follow all rules to be a part of this event.

What type of fanworks are accepted?

All types of fanwork are accepted; light, dark, fluff, angst, romantic or platonic, etc. please be sure to tag properly. Fanworks include: Fanfiction, Fanart, Podcasts, Edits, Playlists, Podfics, Moodboards, Aesthetics, Gifs, etc. You may commission work to be submitted but it must be created for this event, so no reposting an older work for this. Due to Tumblr's restrictions we cannot reblog anything that is explicitly N S F W, but we can reblog links to N S F W creations that are hosted on other sites.

What media is accepted?

Any and all media that features Kurt Wagner this includes; Comics, Animation, Movies, and Video Games.

Do I have to create to participate?

Not necessarily, while creating is highly encouraged, we also value the fans who wish to participate in the event by sharing, reblogging, commenting, and supporting Creators works!

When does Nightcrawler Week open?

Nightcrawler Week opens on November 11th, Kurt's Birthday! The week closes on November 17th. During this time Mods will be checking the #nightcrawlerweek tag to reblog creations to this blog. So don't forget to tag with #nightcrawlerweek or @amazing-nightcrawler so we can see your posts! You can also add to our Ao3 collection.

RULES

1. No Racism. Racism in any form will not be tolerated nor accepted. Kurt was raised in a Romani Family, please be mindful and respectful about their culture.

2. No Pedo, Incest, Pseudo Incest fanworks (such as Amanda/Kurt where they are raised as adopted siblings or Rogue/Kurt.) (However X-Men Evolution Amanda/Kurt is accepted as a ship pairing.)

3. Absolutely NO AI generated fanworks, including art or writing.

4. No Nightcrawler x Reader, Character Imagines, Kinships, Selfship x Nightcrawler. (OC x Nightcrawler ships are welcome!)

5. Kurt is not a furry, or an alien/demon/catboy, he is a Human Mutant, please be mindful to not dehumanize Kurt.

6. Don't like? Don't Read! You, the fan, are responsible for your comfort in fandom. If there is something that upsets you then please take the steps necessary to remove yourself from that situation.

7. Tag your triggers! Please remember to properly tag your work!

8. You must use #nightcrawlerweek in the first 5 tags of your post so that Mods will be able to find your work and share. You may also use @amazing-nightcrawler to tag us on your posts.

Mods will not share any works that does not comply with the rules. We strive to be a supportive & fun community, no drama or racism will be tolerated.

[xianyoon]

　　　　　WHEN THE SPRING LIGHT HITS THE FIELD

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WELCOME TO YING'S SPRING EVENT !

🎐 this event is a celebration of springtime ! a celebration of fresh flowers that sprout up from the ground , of farewells to flakes of snow, of the emergence of freshness and sunshine and crisp air – soak in all that springtime loveliness, darling, and i hope you happily get to participate in all the festivities ! join the gathering in the field , and you'll see that there's a multitude of mini events for you to join . 🍃

── event one : ꒰ flower crown crafting ! ꒱

a prompt collaboration event ! choose any of the prompts ( no min. nor max. ) to create for – all types of creations allowed ! this is multifandom and open to everyone – it can be oc works , selfship works , x reader works, or any kind ( fics, art, edits & music welcome ! ) all you have to do is to reblog this post and let me know which prompts you'll be taking ! ( you can use prompts people have already used too <3 )

✿ amaryllis –  spring flower crown making with them !

✿ begonia – asking them to be your partner/them asking you for a spring dance

✿ camellia – baking together for a spring picnic

✿ daisy – watching the evening sunset together amongst the wildflowers

✿ epiphyllum – shared kisses behind the willow tree

✿ freesia – going on a strawberry picking outing 

✿ gardenia – tending to the spring flowers together

✿ hamamelis – going on a spring cafe date 

✿ iris – winding down on a spring evening together

✿ jasmine – hosting a spring garden tea party 

── event two : ꒰ mix 'n match mocktails ! ꒱

this one's only open to my mutuals ! i'll be doing matchups for you all – matching you up with a character . . . look below to see the rules and instructions ! for each matchup, i'll add a mini moodboard as well as a few headcanons ♡ i have 20 open slots for this !

send me an ask ! here's the list of things you need to include :

send me a 🌷 emoji to let me know you're entering this part of the event !

send me a brief introduction about yourself !

send me some characters you would not like to be matched with !

choose whether you'd like a platonic or romantic matchup !

and send me your favourite colour ♡♡

── event three : ꒰ bouquet making ! ꒱

i'm opening requests !!! !!! ! ! this segment is open to everyone ♡ there will be 15 slots opened for this , so it'll be based off first-come-first-serve ! do look below to see the rules and instructions for the little fancy florist shop you're entering ! ♡

send me an ask ! here's the list of things you need to include :

send me a 💐 emoji to let me know you're entering this part of the event !

choose your ribbon : white ( fluff ) or brown ( comfort ) !

choose your bouquet wrap : paper ( romantic ) or plastic ( platonic ) !

choose your flowers ! select one prompt from the flower list from event #1 and send me up to three characters from genshin, please <3

i do not accept requests that are just " 💐 + white ribbon + paper + character a " , please be nice when requesting ! i have every right to deny your request.

[candied-boys]

📻Country Radio Themed Prompt List🐎

Y'all, it's rodeo season and I'm havin' a hot cowgirl summer!

I know there are at least a few of us out here who love a little small town, texas two-step, roll in the hay, tailgate party, coffee with a sunrise, dusty boots and sundresses kinda slow life. I know I can't stop putting my favs in situations whenever I listen to country music and I hope y'all hop on the bandwagon and join me for my first creation challenge!

So round up your fav cowboys and giddy up, gurl! We ride 'til the end of September! Radio playlists below👇

FAQ:

Can I submit something I already created if it fits the vibe?

HELL YEAH! Old content that fits the theme in anyway and new creations are all welcome! (Honestly even if it doesn't fit any of the prompts, I'll take any country content I can get so please reblog your works and tag me!)

How can I write for the country genre if I'm not familiar with it?

Don't sweat it! If you vibe with anything here that's more than enough! I tried to pick lyrics with a variety of themes - family, love, coming of age, angst, bad boys/girls etc. They all centre around a sense of connection and relationships - universally human themes.

We're all here playing games that locate the characters inside cultures outside of Japan and we're here writing for cultures outside our own when writing for these games, so don't be shy! Just let yourself have fun.

What should I do with lyrics?

Use the prompts however you like; Any and all types of content submissions are welcome — writing, drabbles, head canons, drawing, mood boards, playlists, whatever makes you say, "Hell yeah!"

Examples: You could use the lyrics directly as quotes, indirectly as the premise for the art. Anything! You could incorporate the lyrics from the rest of the song. There are a ton of great lines/ideas in the rest of each song. You're not restricted to these quotes. I just picked ones that speak to me or have a strong image. If you vibe with it and it inspires you, go for it!

What fandoms can I use with these prompts?

Any suitors from games by CYBIRD (Ikepri, Ikevamp, Ikerev, MidCin, Ikevil, Ikesen, Ikegen, Morganatic Idol, ANYTHING)

What kind of content is allowed?

Sfw, nsfw, dark, angst, fluff, suitor x suitor, selfship, oc x suitor — anything is fine. I only ask that you use Tumblr’s built-in content label system to mark content as mature when appropriate. Use tags and warnings as you see necessary.

What tags should I use?

#CountryRadioCC

please at me @candied-boys so I can add your work to a masterlist

Playlists:

Lyrics:

Heart Like A Truck - Lainey Wilson

I got a hankering for four wide tires

And I can't help it, it's the way I'm wired

'Fore you get too close

Boy, you need to know

Turn - Tyler Hubbard

The way she turns 501s into long, tan legs

She can turn a bad day around like she turns those heads

She can turn one little look into turnin' me on

Five more minutes into all night long

Fishin' in the Dark - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

And it don't matter if we sit forever

And the fish don't bite

Jump in the river and cool ourselves

From the heat of the night

I Grew Up On A Farm - The Reklaws

Why I gotta watch the sunrise

Job ain't ever done till it's done right

I'll tell you what makes me cry about a steel guitar

And why I gotta work so hard

Dirt Cheap - Cody Johnson

That little girl that used to swing right there

I still see her pink bow in her brown hair

Runnin' up after one of them long days

A big smile makin' every little worry fade

Use Me - Dallas Smith

I'll let you go like I always do

Won't hurt as bad 'cause I always knew

That I was just a chapter, no happily-ever-after

Old Dirt Roads - Owen Riegling

Come and find me down where the treeline ends

And the cattails grow

We can be free, livin' our dreams out

Singin' to the radio

American Kids - Kenny Chesney

Sister's got a boyfriend Daddy doesn't like

Now he's sittin' out back, 3030 in his lap

In the blue bug zapper light

Fast Car - Luke Combs

Won't have to drive too far

Just across the border and into the city

And you and I can both get jobs

Finally see what it means to be living

Long Hot Summer - Keith Urban

I wanna see your brown skin shimmer

In the sun for the first time

I gotta be the one who knows just what to do to you

To get me that smile

I Like It, I Love It - Tim McGraw

Spent 48 dollars last night at the county fair

I throwed out my shoulder, but I won her that teddy bear

Cowgirls - Morgan Wallen

And she got a cold heart but she got a warm smile

Cut from the same cloth, she kinda buck-wild

Little bit angel, whole lotta outlaw

She's trouble but I'll tell you right now, y'all

A banner for y'all:

Adorable horse dividers by @/plum98

[twompweek]

PROMPT LIST ~ full release!

Hi all, the time is finally drawing near! Twomp week begins in just a few weeks so who's ready to see the prompts for the event? The answer will hopefully be everyone because the full release is here.

Reminder that every list of prompts is optional. Use these in any way you choose or ignore them entirely!

That being said, here are the prompts for each day of twomp week:

Day 1 - August 5th

Crossover : Video Game

Swap : Role Reversal

Fluff : Hand Holding

Angst : Saying Goodbye

Trope : Only One Bed

Ship : Plargos | Eye Love You | Mr Plant x Argos

Twomp Episode : Gardening with Argos (Part 7)

Colour Palette :

Day 2 - August 6th

Crossover : Horror Movie

Swap : Colour Palette Switch

Fluff : Baking/Cooking

Angst : Arguments

Trope : Accidental Baby Acquisition

Ship : Your Favourite Ship

Twomp Episode : A Roadtrip with Mr Plant

Colour Palette :

Day 3 - August 7th

Crossover : Favourite Show

Swap : Genderbend

Fluff : Date Night

Angst : Betrayal

Trope : Fake Dating

Ship : Flopsy x Lotus | the pink and green bunnies

Twomp Episode : Gardening with Argos (PART 3)

Colour Palette :

Day 4 - August 8th

Crossover : Any other Ashur Gharavi Series

Swap : Outfit Mixup

Fluff : Daydreams

Angst : Haunted

Trope : Time Loop

Ship : A Rarepair You've Never Considered Before

Twomp Episode : A Wednesday with Mr. Plant.

Colour Palette :

Day 5 - August 9th

Crossover : Fantasy

Swap : Quote Swap

Fluff : Cosy Clothing

Angst : Illness

Trope : Coffee Shop AU

Ship : Midnight Broadcast | the moon and the telly

Twomp Episode : Gardening with Argos (Part 5)

Colour Palette :

Day 6 - August 10th

Crossover : Superhero

Swap : Aesthetic Switchup

Fluff : Birthday Celebrations/Parties

Angst : Wounded

Trope : Hanahaki

Ship : Selfship or Canon x OC

Twomp Episode : Gardening with Argos (PART 4)

Colour Palette :

Day 7 - August 11th

Crossover : Nostalgic Media

Swap : New Setting

Fluff : Soulmates

Angst : Self-Loathing

Trope : Songfic

Ship : Garden of Love | Mr Plant x Mr Flower x Argos

Twomp Episode : Christmas with Argos

Colour Palette :

consider following the @twompweek blog or the #twomp week tag to see everyone's amazing creations when the event begins!

[mrskreideprinz]

Albedo x Gn!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Reader and Albedo are married, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Selfship Coded, Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns for reader.

A/n: @/auphelia I am so sorry I accidentally deleted your ask but but i thankfully remembered what prompt you picked. Hope this is okay.

Prompt: “Don’t sell yourself short.”

Knock knock

“Come in!” You shouted.

You stopped the small dabs you were making with your paintbrush to look up and see your husband waltzing in with a tender expression. He leaned over your shoulder to get a good look at your latest project.

“It’s turning out nicely.” He said just moments before holding your face and kissing your cheek.

The smile you wore slowly disappeared as you took a closer look at your painting. "Hmm, it could use a few touches. It's honestly not my best work."

Your voice had a hint of sadness to it. You felt almost ashamed at what you had created or rather the lack there of. It wasn’t anything like how you had envisioned it, and you felt shame knowing it was nothing like what Albedo made. Yes, you knew comparing was the killer of your creativity but at times like those you couldn’t help yourself.

Albedo hummed and took a closer look, mumbling something inaudible to himself. “Ah, yes. I understand now.”

Your eyes widened, looking at the painting and then back to Albedo. “What? What is it?”

“It’s just as I thought.” He said with excitement in his eyes.

“What?!” You were starting to panic.

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you gently. “Oh, you didn’t know? I have special eyes that give me this amazing ability where I can tell how valuable something is just by looking at it. And this artwork is priceless, my dear.”

You sighed. “Really funny, Albedo.” You darted your eyes to his and glared at him playfully. “You really had me worried at first you know that!”

He giggled and hugged you close. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, but you should feel proud of what you’ve created.”

You looked away from Albedo to study your painting again. Suddenly feeling less insecure about how it had turned out.

“Don’t sell yourself short, my love.” He said as he kissed you on the cheek.

You sighed. “Yeah, I guess I do that a lot, huh?”

There was a moment of silence as Albedo rocked you side to side in his arms. The quiet air was calming until your stomach rudely decided to interrupt the sweet moment. Albedo stopped to look at you with a concerned expression.

“Have you eaten today?” He asked.

You chuckled nervously. “Y-yes I’ve eaten food today.”

Your stomach growled, betraying you yet again.

“When’s the last time you ate?” He asked, this time with a more stern look in his eyes.

“A while ago..” You admitted.

He let out a sigh of frustration. “What am I going to do with you?” He then turned to look at you with a fond smile. Albedo could never stay mad at you for too long.

“Come on, let’s get some dinner.” He said smiling as he offered his hand for you to grab.

You smiled and grabbed his hand with ease. “That sounds wonderful.”

[barbieb0y]

where blue skies await us.

hellooooooooo im. kinda late to day 1 bc i was kinda busy but i dont wanna miss the first prompt(s) so. here it is. im just gonna be frank with you guys im probably gonna use this week to write selfship stuff. sorry.

for day 1 of scrunkly week, the theme is clear skies and i went with the spare time and hobbies prompt!

sooooo this does include my self-insert oc paper cut... you obviously dont have to read the doc but it would definitely provide more context for his character and his dynamic with joe. yes ofc it's joe reverse 1999 who else would it be. ANYWAYS DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY IM JUST BEING CRINGE ON MAIN FOR ONCE

“Cut, there is a reason why I say you’re amazing to be doing this as a hobby because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

J sighs, cursing his lack of skill and creativity. He thought it’d be fun to try and indulge in his best friend’s favorite pastime - and though “fun” is not an inaccurate word to describe what he’s having at the moment, he finds himself relating to more defeating adjectives.

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad. Gimme that.”

Hesitantly, J outstretches his hand that held an unassuming piece of paper. Paper Cut needs not skim through it… because there’s only one word written on it.

“The.”

“The.”

Okay, maybe it is that bad.

Even then, Paper Cut can’t help but giggle. He can see that J is trying very hard to match his beat and is miserably failing. But it’s the thought that counts, right? J smiles bashfully at the other’s reaction. Then, in a fit of pure genius, he decides he should imitate the master.

“Lemme see what you wrote.”

Paper Cut shrugs and hands over his prose to the apprentice.

“‘They say love is blind but, oh, who so cruelly poked the eyes of love? They say love hurts but, oh, isn’t love hurting more than it hurts? They-’ dude, Shakespeare is rolling in his grave right now.”

Paper Cut looks away, scratching the back of his neck shyly. He’s not unaccustomed to J’s compliments but the familiarity doesn’t breed immunity in this case.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

J guffaws freely at the sarcastic tone of Paper Cut’s voice that doesn’t match the embarrassed expression he wears. It is one of the many cute details about Cut that J adores - a stubbornness that rivals his own at times. In his peripheral vision, a very light red brushes across Paper Cut’s chubby cheeks.

“Maybe not, but that’s what my bike is for.”

J exclaims as he leans back, shifting his weight to his forearms, fortresses on the carpet beneath them. Paper Cut moves as well, from lying down on his back to leaning on the whole right side of his body, his arm propping up his head by the chin. Their respective masterpieces lay in the fluff of the carpet.

“Hah, sure.”

A lazy smile creeps onto Paper Cut’s face as he gazes lovingly at the other. J reciprocates and lets his eyes wander around the establishment. Paper and stationery strew about, the owner’s passion for artistry reflected crystal clear. It’s Paper Cut’s messy little residence - it’s not proper enough to be called a house.

Paper Cut interrupts J’s (though short) train of thought. It is then that the latter’s clear blue eyes turn to his companion. His small smile says it all.

But it’s definitely a home.

“Y’know, if this isn’t for you, we can just go on a ride. The two of us, as usual.”

Well, if he’s willing to indulge in his hobby.

“As usual.”

[irkimatsu]

Does anyone have recommendations for general selfshipping blogs? Prompts and positivity and stuff? My main concern is that I remember the scene being pretty anti heavy about five or ten years ago and I don't play that shit anymore. Proship positive (with little to no actual discourse), GN!Reader friendly, contains fluff (I've seen a few dark selfshipping blogs, and awesome, good on you guys, it's just not what I'm looking for right now)... and I don't know if this is a problem, but if "you can't ship yourself with a character who has a canon gay love interest" is a thing, I'd like a place that isn't like that, either. Husk's canonically pan but I still feel weird sometimes, I don't need that wound poked.

I wanna get back into the community but I'm old and tired and don't want to be hit with sticks

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Day 7 - 12 days of Christmas challenge (2022 edition)

Title: The one where Loki thinks he’s bitter and actually tastes like sugar

Theme: gingerbread (Dec 19th)

Fandom/Character(s): Loki x reader

Warnings (if applicable): fluffest fluff ever. Loki POV because I love his inner dialogue

Word Count: 400

December writing challenge prompted and organized by @12daysofchristmas

Loki doesn’t like sweets.

He actually hates them. He didn’t grow up with the processed sugar Midgard offered and definitely does not want to start obsessing over them now, like his brother does.

He finds more often than not different culinary marvels from Earth that are a delight to his posh palate, but they’re always small savory servings of exotic foods no one in the compound actually eats.

But here he is, bearing with you the insomnia and your hyperactivity, helping you bake the so-beloved Christmas cookies you insisted —at least three or four times before convincing him— on trying out.

It was your grandmother’s recipe and —although you lacked basic cooking skills and more than once you’ve had to almost evacuate the compound’s kitchen— you wanted to recreate it by taste alone.

“Here, try”, you reached up the spoon to his mouth and he frowned, pressing his lips. You said he looked adorable doing that so he has been trying to do it more often around you. Not for anything in particular, he simply enjoys making you smile. “You’re gonna like it”.

“I doubt it”, he raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, open up”, you said in between chuckles, and he licked the spoon with weariness. “Good boy”, you joked, and he almost choked on dough. “So? Is it good?”.

“It’s raw, I wouldn’t know”, he said, rolling his eyes. His face feels warm, is he blushing? Oh, Norns. He sure hopes he isn’t. “You’ve got to bake it”.

“I don’t want to ruin an entire batch”, you muttered, and licked the spoon too. You pondered for a few seconds and nodded. “Yeah, seems about right”.

“Why is it… spicy?”, he asked as you put on the mittens and opened up the stove. “Are sweets not supposed to be… just kindly sweet?”.

You sighed with a smile on your face, and looked at him as how one looks at a small duck, or a kitten. You must have thought he looked adorable, and he blushed again at the implication.

“Kindly sweet”, you repeated. Yes, he thought, as opposed to spicy sweet. Is that not the right way to say it? You sighed again and started sprinkling the gingerbread cookies with brown sugar as you muttered, “I love you so much”.

Loki doesn’t like sweets. But he allows himself to be sweet around you. He sure does like you.

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[solitaireships]

🌙 - a moment of serenity - for Himeko ^^ - violetsareblue-selfships

Emoji prompts: 🌙 - a moment of serenity.

My lovely gf <3. She and Sotiria get to have a little moment together on the express, you can imagine this being while all the others are off trailblazing

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 895 words

Divider by firefly-graphics

It’s rare that Sotiria feels relaxed. She’s pretty sure there’s an anxiety disorder she has to blame for that, but admitting out loud that she has a problem has never been her strong suit. 

Sitting in the parlor car of the Astral Express feels peaceful though. Even when the express isn’t moving there’s a subtle movement to the car. It’s barely noticeable unless you know what you’re looking for, but Sotiria’s been on the express for a while now. She knows the way it moves and shifts, how it’s never completely still.

Sotiria has never been one to get philosophical. She did a philosophy class back in college, and everyone in it was unbearably pretentious. But looking out on the universe, it’s hard not to think about her place in the grand scheme of existence. 

She’s a long way from home, and that’s a good thing. Sotiria had grown up looking at the stars from a telescope. The thought of one day getting to actually be amongst them was unimaginable, though, more a fantasy that she’d hold to help go to sleep than something she thought was actually possible. 

Sotiria has come a long way. She’s gotten to help a lot of people too. That’s part of being with the Nameless. And it’s never what she would have expected she’d be doing, but it’s exciting. She gets to see more than she ever would have at home, do more than she ever would have been able to while working in some office.

Everything looks so small from here. Ships and planets are like specks hidden throughout the cosmos. Sotiria knows that even being part of the Nameless, she’s just as small as everything else. But for once the thought of being small doesn’t seem like a bad thing. There are so many beautiful, amazing small things out there. To count herself among them is an honor. 

“What are you thinking about?”

Himeko’s voice draws Sotiria out of her thoughts. 

Sotiria hopes that Himeko hasn’t been here long. She’s not very good at this relationship thing— she never had much experience with romance. But she’s pretty sure that ignoring her girlfriend for minutes as she stares out literally into space wouldn’t be very positively received.

“I don’t know. I guess just what we’re doing,” Sotiria admits.

“Hmm.” Himeko comes to stand next to Sotiria, looking out to the stars herself. “I do that sometimes too. It’s easy to let your mind wander when you’re looking out into the stars.”

Sotiria nods. There’s something about the vastness of space that makes it easier to get lost in your thoughts. It’s somehow both dark and light, with rich dark blues and purples melding together, dotted with bright bits of stars and distant planets.

“It’s beautiful,” Sotiria says. She glances at Himeko out of the corner of her eyes. She’s pretty sure this is when she’s supposed to flirt. “And, uh, so are you.”

Himeko laughs, covering her mouth with one hand. Sotiria thinks she’s adorable when she does that, the corners of her eyes crinkling. 

“So are you,” Himeko says. She brushes her hand against Sotiria’s. “If you’d like I could get us some coffee?”

Sotiria is pretty sure that she’s in love with Himeko. She’s not quite ready to verbalize it, but that’s the only way she can think to describe the feelings she has for her.

What she doesn’t love is Himeko’s coffee. As much as she loves making it— and Sotiria does usually love coffee— there’s always something that’s off about it. She’s heard it described as being brown sludge before, and while she doesn’t think it’s that bad, it certainly isn’t good either. 

“I appreciate the offer but I think I’ll pass for now,” Sotiria says. She has a better stomach for Himeko’s coffee than most, but even she has her limits. 

“If you say so,” Himeko replies. 

“But thanks,” Sotiria says. One day she’ll have to tell Himeko the truth about how awful her coffee is to anyone with a decent palate, but that won’t be today. 

“You could thank me in another way,” Himeko says, a teasing lilt to her voice and sparkle in her eyes. 

Sotiria knows exactly what she’s suggesting. “Alright, princess.”

She has to lean forward a little to get to Himeko, placing a soft kiss on her lips. It’s short but sweet. Another quick reminder that even in all the smallness of the universe, there can be beautiful, wonderful things. 

Himeko smiles, wrapping her arms loosely around Sotiria’s waist. “That was a very good thank you.”

“Well, you deserve nothing but the best,” Sotiria states, and she can’t help but smile too. Himeko tends to have that effect on her. 

“You can be quite the sweet talker,” Himeko comments.

Sotiria rolls her eyes. “You’re the only person who would ever think that.”

“Hmm. Maybe I’m just special.”

Himeko is special to Sotiria, far more than she knows. Words have never come easily to her, and while she does her best to show Himeko just how much she cares, it never feels like quite enough. Words have never been her strong suit.

So instead Sotiria tries to show Himeko she cares through the little things. Because if there’s one thing that she’s learned from her time on the express, it’s that even the smallest things can have an impact.

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[staraxiaa]

where you are

pairing: todoroki shouto x gn! reader status: standalone, drabble, completed wc: 2192

summary: home is more than just a place. contains: sfw, fluff, pre-established relationship. written w/ female reader in mind, but no pronouns used. reader wears lip gloss.

note: i wrote a thing... this is unbearably selfship coded like . do not perceive me . thank u to @sleepynoons for beta-ing and encouraging this piece, could not have written this without u ! <3

For most of his life, Shouto has thought that the Todoroki residence purportedly fits every definition of the word home. 

And for much of it, it does. Home to him has always been characterized by a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in, and food to eat. Save for the few years when the latter could still be withheld— until he’d outgrown the tactic, it otherwise checks off every one of these marks. Just like his UA dorm, in that it’s functionally the same— he sleeps there, eats there, trains there, and studies there, so they’re both homes in that sense, but it’s still different, even though he’s fairly certain he still likes the dorm more. 

There’s reasons for that, too. It’s unfortunate that he isn’t able to see Fuyumi or Natsuo nearly as often, but that’s almost canceled out by the overwhelming wave of positives— it’s closer to classes, his father isn’t there, but his friends are, and most importantly, so are you. But it’s not a home, not in the way the Todoroki residence is, because it’s not the place where his family by blood stays, where he’s grown up in, nor is it going to be a place he can return to after he graduates. And that, he thinks, is the most fundamental distinction, because home should not be a place of impermanence. Home should be— 

Shouto’s not quite sure. It’s not something he dwells on very much, or at all, and he doesn’t, not really, until you prompt the thought one evening, late in third year. 

You’re watching the sunset through the glass of your dorm window. He’s not certain about the exact date. There’s been too many things recently to really keep track— it’s sometime in March, certainly, close to graduation, and one of the rare moments of downtime between internships and training and classes. Your hands are in his hair, with his head in your lap, and he’s pretty sure you think his eyes are closed, which is why you prod him. It’s a gentle touch, finger to cheek; not quite enough to startle him from sleep, but just firm enough to capture his attention, if awake. 

Obligingly, he opens his eyes. And he must’ve been feigning it well enough, because you look acutely surprised when he does, though he doesn’t need to fake the timbre of his voice. Your lap makes for quite the comfortable pillow, and he’s not sure if it’s the languid way the sun’s draping across him, or just your presence that has sleep coloring his tone. “What is it?” 

Gold paints your skin, dappling across your face. Your eyes turn once again to the window, though not before you poke at him again. Harder this time, now that you know he’s awake. 

“Sun’s setting. Thought you’d want to see.”

He knows— he’s been watching, and though you’re absentminded as you say it, there’s a warmth that has his own mouth curving in turn. “It’s as beautiful as always.”

You glance back, make a face. Half-scrunched, half pout. “You’re not even looking.” 

He doesn’t need to look to know it’s beautiful, and that wasn’t what he’d been staring at, anyways. Still, he obliges you. “Do tell, what else was I supposed to be looking at?” 

You catch his meaning. Shouto lets you tug him up this time, to hide your fluster. His head turns at your touch, and he blinks at the glare, the way it blinds him, before you move to shield his eyes. 

“The clouds, dummy. Not the sun.” 

A hum. He turns his head to the side, and meets your gaze. You’re still pouting a little, and he can’t help the laugh, the crinkle of his eyes, the way his hand moves, feather-soft as it thumbs over your cheek. “I do wonder where you’d heard that from.” 

Petulance etches its way onto your features at the tone. “Stop teasing.” You frown at him for it, but there’s no heat, even as you swat him away. 

He can’t help the way he leans in then, nor the way his hands find home on your hips, nor how he pulls you close to deepen it. You’re soft against him, the feel of you heady, sweet on his tongue. Something to be savored, as you are, slow and meticulous. And he means to, but then you draw away first. Too soon for his liking, before he’s gotten a proper chance to taste, but the gloss you leave on his lips will have to do— your chest is heaving a little, cheeks flushed mellow.

Satisfaction curls within him, preening and languid, at the sight. 

“What was that for?” You ask, still slightly breathless, and he’s not quite sure, though he thinks he should really initiate more often if you’ll end up looking— and sounding— like this. But then your eyes narrow. “I thought we’d agreed to wipe that from memory.” 

“We did,” Shouto agrees, amiable. There’s a smile on his face— one that has you whacking at him as he lifts you, but you don’t otherwise protest the movement. He shifts, moving you with him until his back hits the headboard— seated on his lap, the hands on your hips are the only reason you don’t sprawl completely upon him.

You press the tip of an accusatory finger to his lips before he can even think of acting upon his next impulse. “Kisses won’t excuse you from your actions, mister.” 

His smile widens, brushing one slyly against said finger. “Forgive me,” he says, half-teasing, though his features are wiped blank, tone appropriately somber. “It won’t happen again.”

A promise, and one the both of you know very well is a lie. You still sniff, anyway. “It had better not,” you say, and he hears your words, watches your mouth form the shapes. 

He knows you well enough by now to tell instantly that your haughtiness is feigned. But what he registers is the gold in your hair, the sun framing your face— the way it haloes around you, like something otherworldly, something ethereal. A vision, he thinks. Free of shadow, even amidst the light. 

And he hadn’t meant to ask you this early, but there’s a softness to the moment, to the way you’re looking at him, contrary to your tone, the way you are, that has the words escaping before he can think better of it. 

“What would you want in a home?” 

You blink. There’s surprise there, though he’s not sure if it’s because he’d asked, or the idea itself. “Our home?” You ask, and he thinks— what else? 

“... did you plan on living apart even after we marry?” 

Reassurance settles into him at the expression that instantly graces your face. It seems you find the notion just as ridiculous. 

“I mean, I thought we would move in together eventually, I just wasn’t sure if you’d want it,” you admit— of course I would, bubbles up in his throat, but you amend the words before he can voice it. “Well, at least not so soon.” 

He thumbs over the curve of your hip, takes a breath. Just to seem as if it’s a natural progression of thought. “We could right after graduation, if you’d like.” 

“Shouto, that’s literally less than a month away. I know we both have jobs lined up, but how are we going to find a place, let alone the money?” 

He opens his mouth. You shoot him a look. 

“I’m contributing half. That’s non-negotiable. And you’re not using your inheritance to pay.” 

This is not entirely out of the realm of expectation. You’ve made your stance quite clear; insistent on paying an equal share of the dates, but he still exaggerates the sulk of his mouth a little— enough that you lean forward to press a kiss to the corner of it, as if to soothe the sting. 

There’s a faraway look in your eyes, though, the one you get while you’re thinking, like you’re about to indulge him, so he doesn’t press. You ponder like that for a moment. 

“I’d like tatami mats, I think. Traditional decor would be nice, and I’m thinking of something minimalist.” 

An eyebrow raises. “I wasn’t asking for what you think I’d like.” His free hand— the one not braced on your hip— reaches up to hold yours to his chest, before you can draw away. 

You smile, and there’s a hint of well-meaning guilt to it— you’ve been caught, and you know it. “Well, simple is more, right? Something well-lit, where we could watch the sun?” 

“That’s still not much of an answer,” and you seem to sense that this isn’t something he’ll relent in, because you lean forward to tuck yourself into the crook of his neck.

There, you grouse against him. “I don’t know. I’ll like what you like.” 

The warmth it lights in his chest is akin to the feel of your breath. His laugh comes, a soft rumble. 

“I’m serious.” 

You’re sulking, he thinks. The tone of your voice certainly seems to suggest it, and the hand that he finds doesn’t curl into his immediately. You can’t see his face, but he still smiles, wry. 

“Tell me? Please?” 

You don’t respond, but you don’t pull your hand away as he laces his fingers between yours. And it takes you the whole of a moment, but you seem to have come to a decision, because he feels the sigh leave you. 

“It really doesn’t matter to me,” you say, and Shouto can tell you’re not done, because your next breath comes posthaste. “And I mean it, like, I’ve thought about it before, and—” You huff into his neck. “Promise you won’t laugh.” 

He smiles at the way you bump your chin against his collarbone. Once, then twice— he relents only because he’s fairly certain it’s hurting you more than it does him. “I won’t.” 

“You promise?” 

“I promise I won’t laugh.” 

You’re embarrassed to say it. He’s usually not very good at these things, but he’s always been able to tell when it comes to you, and it’s evident from the way you quieten, press yourself into him. But he waits, as he always does, because it’s not that you don’t want to tell him, and you do, though it comes in a rush. “Home for me is wherever you are,” you say, and he’s the one to pause, then. 

He’s not sure why it strikes him so much. Maybe it’s the way you’ve muttered them, though it’s barely audible, like a soft prayer, silent reverence, your breath like a simple supplication across his skin. He wonders if you can feel the warmth of it, sense the flush that seems to be creeping across his face, if you can hear his heart, how fast it’s beating, and you must, because he can feel the drumming of yours. Maybe it’s the vulnerability of the moment, or maybe it’s just because it’s you. But— 

( Home for me is wherever you are, you say, and this is what it is, he thinks. This is the distinction between a home and a place that has been lived in; the fundamental difference that lies beyond a roof over his head, a bed to sleep in, and food to eat. Home is not a house where he has lived the most of his childhood and then adolescent years, where he’d learned to walk quiet in— first to avoid the titanic temper that ruled it, and then to skirt the hauntings of all that had happened; of the living and the gone and the dead, in the years to come after. Home is not that house, nor is it necessarily the place he has come to create the bulk of his fondest memories in, even though it is a place where he has no longer come to walk quietly by instinct in, but by choice. Home is not a place of impermanence, but that does not mean it is necessarily a place defined by permanence, even if he still thinks it should be something similar, though maybe not quite— )

Home for me is wherever you are, you say, and it’s all he can do to press a kiss to your shoulder, half atop the ratty fabric of your tee, and half upon the bare skin that lies beneath, to tamp down the beat of his heart— one that seems like it’s swelling too large for the confines of his chest. The feeling that wells up in him is an alien one, he thinks, not quite unfamiliar, but one he’s only really come to feel as of recent, and only ever around you. 

You spend a moment like that. You, with your face tucked into the crook of his neck, and him into yours, mute from the way his throat squeezes, vicelike and tight. But your fingers— the ones laced in his— curl, gentle but firm, and he clutches at them the same way he breathes you in; pressing feather-light worship to the column of your skin.

( Home he thinks, is something of a feeling. )

Home, he thinks, is something just like this. 

[lychniis]

⚘ — DUE RESPITE.

i. SYNOPSIS : he demands his affection. it's long overdue, in his opinion. ( jing yuan x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt xi ( ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips.❜ ) + daisy.

ii. WARNING(S) : mild mentions of blood and one fucked up appendix, this is lowkey selfship coded, reader is a doctor and is lowkey tired too, jing yuan is just a wee bit touchy, a tiiiny hint of angst. very small but i swear but it's all fluff and sweet talking.

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“Come here.” 

He smiles in indulgence, fingers pattering playfully over hardwood. You consider his request, sugar melting over your tongue with the passing moment. You reach out for more candy as the twisting in your gut persists. A wingbeat draws your attention again. Jing Yuan is still staring straight at you.

“Why?” you ask carefully.

“Let me kiss you.” Blunt, to the point, so unlike the lilting riddles he’d spin and confuse you with. You shake your head. 

“I smell of blood.” you’d overseen the surgery of one insistent patient, a short lifer whose stomach cramps stemmed from an inflamed appendix. Even after washing yourself down you can’t quite rid the tang iron rimming your fingertips. 

Jing Yuan laughs. To him, everything may as well be a joke. Or a threat. Or a simple amusement. You consider it the happy experience of going senile with age ( you had expressed it to him. He’d laughed even harder till the birds in his hair clear out and his shoulders shook and trembled like his being was wracked with earthquakes ).

“Trust me, I’ve smelled far worse.” he assures you, leaning forth to take your hand, his lips pressing up against the palm. “Come.” A tug. You’re a slave to the way his eyes shine. You hate how he has you so easily stringed up and weak for his words ( your heart is racing, it’s a traitorous little thing ripping away at your chest and stealing your breath and warming your cheeks ).

His large hands settle you easily on his lap, drumming staccato over your hips. His lips find your temple next. “Darling mine.” he whispers. “Darling mine.”

“Yes.”

Jing Yuan smiles and shuts his eyes, curling his grip around the hook of your legs. The action in firm, steady, half patient, half wanting. “Look at me.”

You turn your head away.

He presses his face to your hair. “No?” he intones with feigned disappointment. “I cannot see your face?”

“No.” you play along, reaching for more of the rock candy. Jing Yuan stops you, and it’s warm, warm, warm all over. There’s is something tempered in his gaze. It’s a lazy adoration. 

“Is there any way I can appease my beloved then?” he muses. “Should I beg on my knees? Wax poetry?”

You groan. “No, no poetry, Jing Yuan.”

“No poetry either? My, you are a tough case, aren’t you?” he’s sweeping you away from the floor, draped on his lap and his chest. Your grasp lays upon his heart. You feel it beat. Your head turns and you face him, lips pursing as you try to stifle back the flustered curl tugging at the corners. “There.” he whispers. A finger taps at your jaw. 

He lets you close the gap and steal away gaping kisses.

“I’m weak for you, aren’t i?” you mumble mournfully between them. Jing Yuan softens to it. “An utter fool. An idiot.”

“Maybe. But I’d be a hypocrite for belittling you for it, no?” he’s chasing after your lips again in a rare moment of greed. He’s not a selfish man. Jing Yuan would let himself be rend by a thousand swords or scorched by starfire if it means another lives a life in peace. It’s a simple truth nestled in him, so blatant in its presence yet artfully tucked away beneath paraphernalia and other quirks picked over the centuries. 

( Jing Yuan who’d let himself bleed, bleed, bleed. )

Your nose nuzzles at the column of his neck. You will not be thinking of tragedy today. “Just keep holding me.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. He is flesh and blood in your grasp. he is whole. He is him.

The respite is welcomed.

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