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burning-academia-if · 25 days

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Can I ask how the ROs would react to this situation? (MC is the one asking)

Rook: My guy is sweating LMAO what a way to be cornered about feelings you have spent god knows how long hiding. Tries his best to figure out a way to lie/downplay it, isn't ready for the force of that confession. When he realizes it isn't going to work, and with MC staring at him, clothes sopping wet and heavy, he finally caves. "I...I've wanted you for a very long time."

Beck: "That...isn't how I wanted you to find out." He's a little sheepish, hair dripping water and salt. Still, his eyes on you are warm, and his next words are easy, "I like you, MC. That's why it called my name with your face."

Rhea: She's quiet, fingers combing through her hair. Her eyes remain on the sea the two of you had to fight your way out of. Your eyes burn into her, waiting for a response. Finally, she takes a deep breath, "I don't know when but...I've fallen in love with you." Her eyes raise to yours, the setting sun on the sea reflecting like fire in them. There's a weight to the word 'love' that anchors itself into the very world around you. She doesn't look away.

Zoe: Is so exhausted from the whole ordeal, that they just lay in the sand, clothes dripping wet, and say without thinking, "Because it's...you, obviously." It takes a moment for their brain to catch up with them, and they lurch up into a sitting position, eyes wide at the confession. They don't take it back, but by the look on their face, you know their anxious about your reaction.

Lars: His voice is as flat as ever, although there's a rough quality to it now, after having coughed up a lung full of water, "I think the explanation is pretty obvious." He rings out the water of his shirt, giving a harsh frown towards the sea you've escaped from. "Instead of talking about that right now, we should get to safety. Sirens don't appreciate losing their prey."

???: "When has my world held anyone but you? Did you truly expect another face?" They ask plainly, straining the water out of their hair. Their eyes are downcast, licking at their lips and the salt. "I suppose there never was a chance for a romantic confession between us. We've always had a flair for dramatics, haven't we?"

#em answers #ch: rook #ch: beck #ch: rhea #ch: zoe #ch: lars #ch: ???#siren au #imagining childhood!crush rook in this situation is so funny #like imagine keeping that under wraps for only a decade just to get outed like this #also this prompt fits with it being mermay

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skymantle · 4 months

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noticed a while ago that yes man has a small lisp that's noticeable in a handful of his lines, so i made a little compilation of the ones where its Most apparent! :-)

#its like a 'ch' or whistled 's' sound for words that end in -s. i dont know how else to describe it i never learned ipa #sorry i mentioned this comp in the tags of that one post hoping someone would prompt me to post it because im a coward but i had to accept #that i'm in charge of my own destiny...!!!#logs #fallout new vegas #fallout #fnv #yes man #i also isolated 54 seconds of him laughing because im sooo normal. there's also a line where his voice really cracks which isnt used ingame #(another take is used) but its still in the files

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nana-mizu-shiki · 26 days

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"You're not flirting with me, are you?"

Was not expecting that ( ﾟ, ﾟ)

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hvllowheart · 8 months

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cheeseburger anon. if still ure still taking prompts from that list!!! i have one…

“ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much” with atlas perhaps?? pretty please

"I didn't think it would come to this, you know," Atlas says, tone soft. As soft as the hand they have cupped around your cheek. To hold. To soothe. A little bit of both you suppose, as you feel your thoughts scatter across the floor like debris of a blown apart building. You feel a little like one. Blown to bits, barely able to stand if it weren't for Atlas holding you up.

You swallow, hide a wince as blood dribbles out the side of your mouth. It joins the rest of it by your jaw. Down your chest.

Breathing hurts. As does everything else. The slight breeze on your bared flesh. Your clothes, torn to shreds and sticking to your skin all at once. The hold Atlas has on you despite them wanting to make it gentle. Gentleness was never their forte though. The thought almost cracks you up, but the pain lacing through your chest stops you before it can.

It's better that way. Easier. To take the moment for what it is. An end. A beginning. Something in between that's really just you saying goodbye in the worst possible way Atlas could have imagined. An end and a beginning for you and them.

"The first time I met you--," they begin, tone watery. As wet as their eyes as they look at you. "I remember your look, you know. You were hell-bent on not trusting me."

They run a thumb over your cheek. The drying blood. Your tears mixing with it.

"Maybe you were right in the end." Their thumb stops. Comes to rest on your lips. To feel how air slowly leaves your lungs. How every breath turns slower. Fainter.

"I had no idea you'd mean this much," they confess. Eyes slow to return to yours. When they do, they allow their tears to slip. To hover on the sharp edge of their jaw before they wipe them away, motion rough. To spare you. Or them. From more pain. From something they did to you.

#asks #ch. atlas #cheeseburger anon i hope u like this!!#many thoughts all of them [redacted] route #**prompts #**writing

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doodlebethel · 10 months

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Shiba Inu

#doggust #shiba inu #not doing doggust but was wanted to do today's shiba prompt #this is based off Koyo's (my dog) grandfather #Nippo BIS Supreme CH Shunjuu Nanaougo Fukaya Shinjuusou (Haku) owned by Nippo Hauoli Shiba #also black and tans chest markings look like an angry demon face you will never unsee it now

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dragonsongmakhali · 3 months

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#ffxiv #ffxiv gpose #ch: makhali khatayin #ch: khasan dotharl #this was from the swap server prompt! i like it enough to post here too :>#favorites: the way makhali's tail fits between khasan's index and middle fingers #the subtle movement in the posing of makhali's hands #they were also supposed to kiss but -somebody- (me) is slowy joey so only the wall pinning part 👍

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byronlc · 3 months

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Guess who's back...

Like this if you want memes from Barry in your inbox

#ch. barry #prompts & memes #please specify muse #like this for memes #i see queue

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veirsewrites · 2 years

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jealousy from the prompts? for eddie or a >:)

Everyone wants to see A jealous (Eddie doesn’t get jealous) so here’s what happens when A gets jealous!

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Jealous jealous jealous.

Fuck.

A grumbles to themself, shooting back their glass of whiskey. They need more and they need it stronger and they need it now. They catch the bartender’s eyes and signal for more.

The werewolf at the corner of the bar has been trying to catch A’s attention all night but A cannot be bothered. Not when you’re one barstool away, flirting with whoever the fuck is next to you.

You laugh loudly, bumping A’s shoulder and that’s it for them. They down their new drink, finally making eye contact with the werewolf. Without breaking it, A stands from their spot, hooding their eyes and smirking. The werewolf’s eyes light up. Then A turns around and walks to the human you’re flirting with.

You look at A curiously and that brief second of attention is all A needs. They sit on the other barstool, effectively enclosing the human between the two of you. Suddenly aware, the human sits up straight.

“I hope my friend here is treating you right,” A purrs while closing in. The human swallows hard and wordlessly, enthusiastically, nods their head.

A looks over to you and you grin back, running your hand over the humans arm and whispering into their ear. “I wouldn’t want you feel unwelcome.” The human leans towards you.

Then A tilts the human’s chin towards themself, watching them with dark eyes, flickering between their neck and lips. “Or unwanted.”

The human lets out a stuttering breath, snugly situated between both vampires. “No-no not at all. This is perfect.”

A can’t help but internally cringe at the human’s weak will. But if this is the game you want to play, A will more than happily oblige.

#mc flirting with someone else #A is like can i come?#ch: arlo/aida #wtb prompt

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harbingersecho · 1 year

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Beside them stood Death-Mist, gloomy and dread, pallid, parched, cowering in hunger; long claws were under her hands. From her nostrils flowed mucus, from her cheeks blood was dripping down onto the ground.

a little achlys concept for hades bc she seems cool (:

#hades #hades the game #achlys #art #digital art #mine #*23 #i love her face esp her eyes...#all my paintings are looking dogshit rn so cellshading it is. and idk what to draw so making random chs like this is fun #you basically get a prompt by reading the wiki page so it helps kickstart the drawing

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roseborough-if · 2 years

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I'm not sure if you're still accepting these prompts, but if you are could you do 'remembering their favourite food/drinks and getting them that' for Oskari?

(this is set in the time when oskari and mc were still dating.)

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Oskari is long gone, probably on his way back from the store by now, when you realise that you're really craving for something sweet and you have nothing of the sort in the house.

You debate for a while whether to send him a quick text, but he doesn't usually read those (and is even less likely to answer them), so you just slump on your back on the couch, and pull a blanket to your chin, defeated by your sweet tooth for now.

You close your eyes and get comfy, eventually falling asleep and waking up to the sound of Oskari banging the front door closed.

"Guess, who's back! Hope you didn't miss me too bad!" he yells, like the dork he is, and you find yourself smiling rather helplessly.

"Hey," you reply sleepily when he rounds the corner and sees you lying on the couch.

Oskari smiles and bends down to kiss your brow. It's such a gentle gesture, you flush under his attention.

"Got your favourites," he says then with a small smile and hands you a bag of your favourite sweets.

You almost want to cry at the sight of them and Oskari can tell because he winks at you and taps the tip of his nose before leaving you to go to the kitchen to unload the rest of the groceries.

You immediately rip open the package and popping a candy in your mouth, smiling to yourself.

#tales from roseborough #roseborough if #interactive fiction #if wip #drabbles #ch: oskari kivi #writing prompts #writing this made me sad #because this isn't how he's going to act in the book ;-;#he's so much sadder #anyway sorry for the MCs who don't like sweets you do now for a little while

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motownfiction · 1 year

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deerskin

Sometimes, Sam feels like a deer skin rug. All split open and splayed out. Beautiful to look at, maybe, depending on who you are. But vulnerable. A sign that somebody took you down before you even had a chance to fight.

And he’s not stupid, nor is it the first time he’s had a thought like this. He knows he’s his own worst enemy. Whatever that guy from Lit thinks of himself, Sam has done worse, tenfold. He tries his best not to hurt other people on the warpath, the warpath against himself, what he’s supposed to be. He doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. He doesn’t even really want that for himself.

For just a few minutes, Sam just wants everyone else to stop looking.

From the day he was born, it was like everybody had all these expectations for him. They could tell he was smart right away, so they started talking about careers. Doctor. Lawyer. Astronaut, if he turns out to be really adventurous. When he grew up a little, and he loved music, the careers changed. Musician. Music journalist. Music teacher, maybe, but only if the other two things don’t work out. Everybody had their own ideas about who Sam was supposed to be. Everybody wanted to pin him down and dissect him until he looked like the version of him that they wanted in the world.

By the time he moved out of his parents’ house, he may have overcorrected, just a bit.

Now that he’s thirty-two, Sam knows he probably wouldn’t have hated college. It might have been cool to learn more about literature and history and all different kinds of art. Every time he brings it up in front of Professor Lucy, she says it’s never too late to go back, but Sam’s pretty sure it’s too late for him. He’s made his choices. He’s made a lot of them. Sometimes, he’s not sure whether to call them mistakes.

It’s funny, he thinks as he opens up his record store for the day. Could I have been more than this? Is this an average life? Did I want one of those?

Or was he afraid of the alternative?

Most days, Sam feels like he’s crawling over the world on his stomach. He picks up all sorts of things under there. Some good, some bad. Some that really hurt him. But he keeps them all inside. Fillings. Just shows his trappings to the world. And he knows his trappings are beautiful. After all, they’ve trapped so many beautiful people before. So many wonderful people. Steph. Eddie. Valerie. Hazel. All gone. All moved on to something that isn’t trying to be average, isn’t trying to be beautiful.

He flips the OPEN sign around.

And he keeps his trappings up.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day xvii!)

#drabble #writeblr #ch: sam doyle #year: 1999 #i wish i liked this one more #the prompt was hard lol

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heirsofdiscord · 8 months

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Menphina

FFXIVwrite prompt #18: A Fish Out of Water | 2000 words A person in unfamiliar and often uncomfortable surroundings

Garlemald was still fucking cold. Yorick’s Lalafellan ancestors had come from islands known for their scorching heat and humidity. Yorick couldn’t stand warm temperatures though. He much preferred it when there was a chill in the air and he could wear a half dozen sweaters or curl up in a cozy place for a nap. Chalk that up to his Keeper blood. Still, if one discounted his probable Seeker grandfather and Yorick always did, his people were from jungles and forests. The cold in Garlemald wasn’t like it was in Eorzea. Few things were supposed to be able to live here and the things that did were unusually cruel and bitter. Nothing soft was allowed to grow.

Unless you were a particular conjurer whose magic had a predilection toward flowers like the hollow eyed medicus that sat in the train car with him. Laury Kir Nivalis was a man of few words unless they were pointed. Or unless you were another flower aspected mage or young enough to warrant kindness like the ever lovely Illya Skawi who was both. Yorick was neither and didn’t even get a glance from the man who seemed to be intent on being the most miserable he could be on his break.

He wasn’t a pure-blooded Garlean. His citizenship was earned through twenty years of hard conscripted work and then he’d just rejoined the army. Yorick didn’t ask why. Garlemald talked big about citizenship and whatever but it was unlikely they actually treated their new citizens with anything but patronizing approval at best. What was a mage going to do with his healing magic when Garleans were apt to start shrieking the minute they saw he didn’t have a third eye. Laury didn’t have anywhere else to go but the army and only fools who couldn’t let go of hope would be unwise enough to think otherwise. Yorick wasn’t that either. He supposed the medicus had every right to be as sullen and hostile as he damn well pleased.

Yorick had earned his own break. Or at least he supposed so. They were off talking to Garlean citizens and doing diplomatic things which wasn’t Yorick’s strong point. He was smart enough to realize the situation before some of his group at times but he had a particularly bad habit of chiming in at the wrong moment with the very worst thing to say. Partly because he had trouble paying attention to any conversation that didn’t interest him and very few words had any sway with him anymore. So no one was going to complain if he sat in a car for the rest of their tangent in Garlemald.

He was intent on getting his hat off. It was warm and he needed that warmth but it was also very stifling and he’d take the chance to let his feline ears move while they were near a heater. That also meant he had to very carefully dislodge the one that had the earring attached to it in case it got caught on the fabric. It had happened once or twice and he wasn’t keen on repeating the event. He peeled the dark fabric away and the gentle clatter of blue crystal against silver sounded as the dangling bits were free.

“Careful those things to freeze to your ear,” Laury commented eyeing the glittering earring and it’s crescent moon. It was probably the medic in him and not any actual interest.

“No worries. This thing is like a ilm thick and my ears are fluffier and smaller than your average Miqo’te so I can stuff in extra padding.” Yorick grinned like he’d found a secret no one else knew.

Laury just stared at him with a look that every chirurgen had ever given him when he’d said he’d be fine; unimpressed, disappointed, a little annoyed.

Yorick shrugged and added “,small price to pay to show my devotion.”

“To the moon?”

“Kinda,” Yorick shrugged, flicking his fingers at the dangling bits of his earring “,I’m a Keeper of the Moon. We worship the goddess of the moon.”

The expression on Laury’s face shifted as his gaze drifted back to the ceiling. “I’m supposed to have one of those I guess. Savages and their gods or whatever it is the pure bloods are always ranting about. Not that I know their names or anything besides…”

His face twisted into one of old hurts and the grip on the staff he’d held loosely in his lap tightened. Yorick was wise enough not to ask about it.

“What’s so great about the moon anyway? Didn’t you have one drop on you guys almost a decade ago now?” Laury changed subjects.

“That was Dalamud,” Yorick corrected him. “My goddess Menphina’s loyal hound. And it also turned out to be an ancient allagan prison for a dragon primal. Also it was your people that dropped it on us.”

Laury looked like he might object but shrugged with accession in the end.

“She’s also not just the goddess of the moon but of ice and love,” Yorick added more intent on talking about her than various things that happened during the calamity. That was a no go topic for him.

“Love?” Laury eyed him with a derisive look “,you don’t look like the type to worship something for love.”

“Are you kidding me?” Yorick barked a short cruel laugh “,it’s unloveable bastards like me that need Menphina the most.”

“Is that why you follow her then? To be loved or?”

Yorick sighed deeply and dramatically. “Look, guy, I don’t know! I’m full of it actually. My mom and gran left Keeper traditions and Menphina behind. I don’t know how any of it is supposed to work. I’m a little fucked up. Wrong dude to ask. I just wanted - needed something.”

Yorick, Lalafell without his kin and Keeper without a clan. Even with his family he’d felt like a stranger. A free floating particle that had nowhere to land and no place to belong. He needed something to ground him. Something to make him feel wanted and known. But he was struggling in the dark, too embarrassed to ask any Keeper for help.

Glancing up Yorick found that Laury’s full attention was on him again. Or on his earring. He unhooked the earring from his ear and turned it around in his hand. Limited edition something or whatever. He always liked the idea of something being special to him but in the end they were all just baubles to him without any meaning no matter how hard he tried to append it there. Nothing had any meaning for him. Only people.

“A god is just a reflection of its people’s values I suppose,” Yorick said watching Laury’s face carefully “,Most the ones I’ve had to kill are from desperation. It’s a kind of hope. For salvation, for revenge, for love. A plea for anything to hold unto if even for a moment.”

Recognition, yearning, despair. Laury’s face was always a bit miserable but Yorick knew that feeling all to well. He sighed again and marched over to the man. “Gimme your hand.”

“What?”

“I said give. Me. your. Hand.” Yorick stated indignantly.

Laury stared at him hard but held one of his up as asked “A please wouldn’t kill you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yorick took the proferred limb and turned it around so he could place the earring in it. Curling Laury’s fingers around it and placing a hand over it to solidify the act of his giving. “Keep it.”

“What happened to showing your devotion?” Laury remarked.

“I can get a half dozen different things for that back home. Savages and our gods, right?” Yorick reminded him. “This is probably one of the only bits of Menphina you’ll find around here. I don’t know. Maybe that’s blasphemous but passing on a bit of something good seems right by her I think.”

Laury took the earring and turned it around in his gloved hand not unlike Yorick had a moment before. “I could get in trouble for having this, you know.”

“What are they going to do? Discharge you? Execution by firing squad? How many medics do you guys even have.” Yorick remarked, folding his arms over his chest. Garlemald was a little too hard up to be upholding their ideals of cultural cleansing.

Laury smiled, still staring at it. He had enough bitterness to drown what remind of Garlemald’s people but enough grace to not do it. Pettiness though? That appealed to him. “I’m a Medicus, not a medic.”

“Words. Who cares.”

Laury began to ask Yorick questions again. Suddenly a little more awake and less dead looking. “What is she like though? Besides that-”

Pain─

Yorick and his cohorts had met some of Eorzea’s pantheon of twelve. They had introduced themselves with a challenge but all malice quickly dissolved with their obvious joy for combat. And even more affection for their mortal combatants. They must have been immensely powerful to summon the great gauntlets they had. Realms with similarities to places Yorick knew but on a grand scale befitting the title of a god.

The lightning aspected gods had fought them on architecture much like that found in Gyr Abania where they worshiped Rhalgr, the destroyer. Nald’thal, twin god patrons of Ul’dah, were fought with Azeyma in a city that looked much like the desert capital. Though Yorick supposed some parts must be inspired by Ul’dah’s forgotten sister city Sil’dih where they worshiped Azeyma; the sun. Ever changing fields and forests like Yorick grew up with where they were met by the goddess of harvest; Nophica. Forests that would be pushed apart and floated by the god of space and time; Althyk where he fought alongside his sister Nymeia of fate. Then came strange tiled pathways of ice and crystalline spires while the ominous moon hung ever closer where they fought Halone, the fury.

In that icy castle, Yorick finally met his goddess. He’d seen her depicted as a buxom and flirtatious woman and found he was much gladdened to see she was not this. Romantic love was of course an important aspect of her worship but there were many facets of love that had nothing to do with romance. Menphina, above all was joyful and amiable. Merciful and understanding. Bright and loved even by her peers.

─Yorick wasn’t exactly sure why he was swimming around in his own memories. Usually when the echo popped off it was to glimpse into someone else’s heart. The fact these were his meant only one thing and that was he was resonating with someone who was swimming around in his. Even if it was a more harmless and joyful memory, Yorick wasn’t keen on that.

There was no one in this cart but Laury whom, now that he looked at him, clutching the Menphina earring dearly. Likely to protect it because at some point he’d fallen out of his seat and crumpled unto the floor. Now wasn’t that curious.

“Bear to me your lover’s heart,” Yorick repeated down at the man. Something Menphina had said to them as their fight had began.

Laury’s head whipped up to look at him. His face confused but the sort of confusion one gets when they recognize something they don’t understand yet. Yorick grinned, not caring enough whether he looked menacing or not. A second later he was bounding out of the train cart into the station proper yelling: “Illya! You’ll never guess what your flower pal just had!”

There was the faint sound of a softer voice questioning and then Yorick’s distant but not less obnoxiously loud voice yelling “,The echo! Your medic pal just had a vision!”

“What? What is that? What are you talking about?” Laury pried himself up, woozy from what he’d later know as aether sickness. He followed after, still tightly clutching the earring. A point of comfort he’d need later as he began to be increasingly pulled into things he simply was not prepared for.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #cwwrit #CH: Yorick Nelhah #CH:Laury Kir Nivalis #might be obscure how I got here from the prompt but like... I understand

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