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Whump Prompt #1116
Anon asked:
Any prompts for a character having their magic ripped out of them?
I can give it a go:
Is the magic trapped in something? A stone/painting/jewellery? Is this item then lost?
When they’re reunited with their magic, do they have to re-learn how to keep it contained/learn to get used to it again?
Do they have chronic pain from how the magic was removed? Do their fingertips sting? Does their head pound? Do they lose their vision?
Do they feel useless/helpless? Do they run away from their magical town/team?
Are they found years later after they’ve built a sense of normalcy? How do they react when they’re told they can get their magic back.
Are they reluctant at first? After some reflection they realised that all their magic did was cause pain... do they really want to do that again?
Do they only agree when a word of an attack on the town/Big Bad is on the way?
After all is said and done... do they want to keep their power? Do they become delusional with power? Do they beg to have it taken away again?
...or do they have a renewed sense of confidence? 
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yandere-writer-momo · 13 days
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Yandere Short Stories:
Hell Fire
Yandere Priest x Herbalist Fem Reader
TW: abuse of power, yandere behavior, manipulation, and forced relationship
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Pale hands affectionately cupped the soft cheeks of the sleeping maiden that rested on the bed in the dungeon. A bright smile on the young priest’s face as his fingers traced over her soft lips.
“You are finally here…” Aurel voice was as soft as a breeze. His blue eyes gentle and his lips pursed in thought. “You’re finally within my grasp.”
Aurel glanced around to make sure there were no other eyes watching before he crawled into the small bed beside (your name). His lanky arms wrapped around her vulnerable form in a vice like grip. Aurel buried his nose into her hair and deeply inhaled her sweet scent, a moan escaped his lips from how delectable (your name) smelled.
“I wonder if you’ll be happy to see me once you wake up.” Aurel thought aloud as his hands wandered her sleeping form. “We used to be so close when we were kids… we can get married just like we always wanted.”
Aurel brushed a few of his silver strands away from his blue eyes. His cheeks heated up at how beautiful (your name) had grown to be. “I’ve crawled my way to become a Cardinal, but I’m willing to bend the rules for you… so you just have to accept me.”
Aurel buried his face into her shoulders while he clutched her closer to his chest. His tongue clicked when he felt his she thinned out a bit. These heathens haven’t been feeding (your name) properly, have they? He’d punish them once he married her…
Aurel pressed a few stray kisses to her shoulders before he smiled to himself. He had destroyed her reputation as an herbalist by spreading rumors of her being a witch. It was a desperate and cowardly method, but she refused to be with him. What other choice did Aurel have? (Your name) had forced his hand for the last time and now she had the biggest choice to make.
Become his wife or burn at the pyre.
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skitskatdacat63 · 19 days
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Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?
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sasudou · 1 year
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both of dazais legs are broken and fyodor just sent chuuya to where he is do y’all know what this means?? dazai about to get bridal carried his princess fantasies are coming true
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liyv · 8 months
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is this what you wanted?
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baeshijima · 9 months
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there’s an undeniable serenity which follows your voice. how it traverses within the room’s dome-like structure, reverberating through the surrounding space before ultimately touching the hearts and souls of those who hear your solo piece. it captivates and impassions, an underlying force woven beneath layers of harmonies forged under years of dedication holding one’s attention as they await in baited breath for the forthcoming emotions which swirl and soar at the mercy of your voice.
having never missed one of your performances to date, neuvillette believes he would know this best.
in his life, he has found there are many difficulties which arise when overseeing trials of various levels of severity — some being a life-defining case whereas others may delve into a more… menial aspect of things.
(“to bring some entertainment for once!” …is what he would usually hear in response to his unvoiced thoughts before having to reprimand a certain archon for levity in the court.)
but in spite of the blurred lines between professionalism and public entertainment, neuvillette finds himself at ease once he steps into the grand hall, finding his seat as stated on his ticket, waiting patiently as the chatters die down the moment the lights dim and the curtains draw, watching in content as vocals and instrumentals resound until the lights dim once more to signify the end of the opera.
amidst his day-to-day life, he has come to anticipate the dates which mark your performances.
ever since he first started attending, he has discovered that when sitting amongst the crowd enjoying your voice and performance, he is neither the iduex nor the chief justice of fontaine; he is simply neuvillette — a man who finds peace and respite in your presence, regardless of how near or far you may be from him.
he claps just as everyone else does, watching as you stoop into a bow on centre stage once the final note dissipates into the air where rounds of applause take over. there’s an ever-present smile stretching your lips, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you wave to the crowd surrounding him.
neuvillette recognises this expression as one you’d wear after a performance you deem satisfactory and finds his heart fluttering at the glow in your expression. (your smile doesn’t reach your eyes if you think it is anything less, despite his internal thoughts believing otherwise.)
he remains seated as the orchestra begins to arise and gather their instruments, as the conductor steps down from their podium, as the singers line up and shuffle off stage, as you turn and take your leave in close pursuit.
he glances at the bouquet settled atop his lap. oddly enough, the colours he chose coordinate with your attire, and he cannot help but to think this is some twist of fate playing with his convictions.
no matter, he thinks to himself as he rises from his seat, the bouquet cradled within his hold. with brisk steps, he makes his way past the crowd. it’s easier once people step away the moment they identify him and opt to gawk at his presence, allowing an easy passage for a quick escape.
it is not much later when he finds himself walking down a familiar hallway, the bright lights illuminating the name plaques hanging on the dressing room doors. his feet naturally come to a stop in front of a dressing room six doors down, the words [name] [last name] neatly engraved into the stainless steel nailed to the door.
his eyes trace over your name a few times, the flowers in his hand seemingly heavier than they were mere moments prior.
perhaps this time…
neuvillette attempts to push back the lump lodged within his throat. there’s a slight trepidation which hangs overhead as he gently raises a fist to your dressing room door, one which is all-too familiar in the way he hesitates and rethinks his actions over and over when in regards to you.
he stops before his knuckles touch the door. before he knows it he falls back into his usual routine: place the bouquet in front of your dressing room door, gently knock three times, turn and walk down the hall, disappearing before you can see him loitering around and make the connection of him being the anonymous bouquet gifter after each performance.
rounding a corner, neuvillette comes to a halt. with a glance over his shoulder he watches you peek your head out the door, looking around the hall in search of who knocked. when you take note of the bouquet he left, he fights back a smile of his own when you beam and thumb at the petals as he wills himself to turn and resume his exit.
perhaps after your next performance he will finally gather the resolve to speak to you.
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dollmakima · 4 months
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tag yourself but it’s my random csm headcanons i came up with while fighting melatonin
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eroslove88 · 11 months
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Ok I've never done this before so I hope it'll go well :)
But uh could you please do something with mommy kink Raiden Shogun, Ganyu and Shenhe forcibly breastfeeding their bratty sub? I really like your writing style so I look forward to it but if you're only able to do one please do Ganyu thanks again and good day/night 🙏
Lactation Kink + Bratty Sub. (Gn reader!)
Warnings: Noncon, lactation kink, mommy kink, power dynamics, slight yandere, small use of electricity and implied kidnapping
Note: I LOVE DOMINANT WOMEN!!! They have my heart and soul. Cocogoat Ganyu headcannon.
Shenhe *¨*• Cold *¨*•
You're shorter than her and much warmer than her. She's cold- not she really is. Her cold hands forcibly grab your jaw and her other arm snakes around your waist cradling you in a position where your mouth is being shoved onto her nipple.
It's already leaking due to the forced stimulation of your tongue, she never liked noisy people and she never took you as the talkative type. She hated people who complained when things were going fine, she didn't see the need in you cussing her out. So if you wanted to do something with your mouth she gave you something much more important to do. You recoiled when her nipples started leaking beads of milk, in disgust you tried pulling away but that's when her nails dug into your jaw shoving forcing your lips to wrap around her leaky bud.
Your protests were muffled by her breast, "M-Mommy, swop" your words slurred by the fat in your mouth, she only shushed your meaningless words by shoving you deeper into her chest. Her heart was beating you fast from the thrill of your squirming body. Shenhe is not as vocal as you are, she let's out small noises. "That's right, be good for mommy" she whispered between heavy breaths.
Ganyu ♡ Delusional ♡
Ganyu is typically patient and she doesn't understand why you're throwing tantrums and being rude to her. She's just trying to take care of you. Ganyu is soft and she's not trying to hurt you, "It's ok, mommy's going to take good care of you" just like a child she thinks you're hungry after barely stimulating her chest she looks for you, "What the hell are you doi-" her hands gently squish your cheeks together, "Shhh, it's going to be ok. Mommy's here" the next thing you knew you were trying to fight off the adeptus while one of her hands squishes her tit.
Milk fills your mouth and you almost gag at the warm liquid. "It's just like goat milk don't worry" she reassures, "Swallow it baby" she purrs as your tongue tastes her sweet milk and your lips latch onto her dripping bud.
She whimpers at the sensation of your warm lips. Her hand moves down to coerce yours to milk her full breast causing warm milk to gush into your mouth and down your throat. Your watery eyes look up at her weary face when she releases her fluid.
"It's ok sweetie drink as much as you need" her breaths labored. When you gargle a groan, "Swallow baby, you're going to choke" her hands still squishing your cheeks making some of her milk drip from the corners of your mouth.
Raiden Shogun ☆ Cruel ☆
Ei knows what she is, but she doesn't like to be reminded of it constantly. Besides, she's your god. You're supposed to do as your told and not talk back to her with such a horrendous attitude.
Rough hands wrap around hair, she shoves her breast deeper into your mouth as you sob against her. "You've been so bad to your mommy" she growls her free shocking your sensitive nipples. She's dissatisfied with you performance so your tongue swirls around her nipple, small drops of milk drop into your mouth as you desperately suck at the enlarged nub. "That's it make mommy feel good, suck it dry sweetie" she demands.
Your tongue pitifully laps at the dropping pearls, "Don't drop any" you don't, it's not like you can; your mouth is practically full with a quarter of her boob. Shocks make you cry out into her bust and you frightfully slurp at her core saliva dripping down your chin in an attempt to satisfy her.
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tallertysupremacy · 16 days
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I feel like ash and kit mutual antagonists to begrudging friends arc will happen. It’s pretty much a tsc staple. Simon and Jace in tmi, Gabriel and Will in tid, Matthew and Alastair in tlh. Also all of these involve one of the guys moving in on the other’s sister/ sister figure, and kit has literally said that he sees Dru as a little sister so…..
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vampir3-rabi3s · 9 months
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Doodle of my favorite warrior cats BROTP aka Heatherpaw (tail) and Lionpaw (blaze).
I am genuinely so mad that Erins decided to turn their friendship into another crappy forbidden romance story, like... THEY WERE JUST KIDS!!! HAVING FUN!!! IN THE TUNELS!! LET THEM BE !!! LET THEM HAVE FUN LET THEM BE FRIENDS!!!
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smoshpostiing · 3 months
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"she had a burp!!"
i love how shaynes just like yep this happens all the time
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ghostatrandom · 9 months
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The world is testing me but I do not fall astray from the whimsical and love filled narratives. CodeFlippa au/hc/theory everybody! She is Flippa but corrupted but it doesn’t matter cause her papa loves her and she will defend him from all harm! (Yes I do not have a consistent design yet for any of the eggs I should get on that soon)
I've been wrong before.. but I've also been right so yeah take it or leave it
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sxnbleachedfiles · 4 months
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god please take away all of kits suffering, double it up and give it to johnny rook
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phantajam · 1 year
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“potion of dragon control” 
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mimpiece · 4 months
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When will the children learn that actors are not political figures and legally, contractually can't make strongly opinionated statements about sensitive, politcal topics-
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ghostdrinkssoup · 10 months
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“you make leaps you can’t explain”
(image credit: @/spriteismadebyfairies on instagram)
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