#if you use this promt TELL ME I'd like to see what people make

[chl-owo-e]

OK GUYS A POST FROM @radiant-reid GAVE ME THIS IDEA AND I REALLY WANTED TO CHECK AND SEE IF IT WORKS

It does! If you go to an AI bot and ask it to write something for you it will! Im only gunna use this bot for art ideas and maybe for promt ideas too. But in this case I did an experiment for some Spencer Reid fan fiction. Should I make this a series? And see what the bot makes for some well liked characters?

(Spencer Reid X Reader)

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Title: A Chance Encounter

Spencer Reid was sitting in a coffee shop, lost in thought, when he heard a soft voice say, "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

He looked up and saw a woman standing in front of him, holding a cup of coffee. She was standing there shyly, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth. Spencer couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty.

"No, it's not taken," he said, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

The woman sat down and smiled at him. "Thanks. My name is Y/n," she said, extending her hand.

"Spencer," he replied, shaking her hand.

They struck up a conversation, and Spencer bc found that he enjoyed talking to Y/n. She was smart, funny, and had an insatiable curiosity about the world. As they talked, Spencer felt a connection forming between them, and he realized that he was beginning to develop feelings for her.

Over the next few weeks, Spencer and Y/n continued to meet at the coffee shop. They talked about everything from literature to science, and Spencer found himself looking forward to their meetings. He wanted to tell her how he felt, but he was afraid of ruining their friendship.

One day, as they were walking out of the coffee shop, Spencer mustered up the courage to ask her out on a date. "Y/n, I know we've been meeting here for a while, and I really enjoy your company. Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

Y/n smiled and replied, "I'd love to, Spencer."

Their first date was at a museum, where they explored the exhibits and talked about their favorite paintings and sculptures. Spencer felt like he had finally found someone who understood him, and he knew that he wanted to be with Y/n for a long time.

As their relationship progressed, Spencer and Y/n faced challenges, but they worked through them together. They supported each other through their personal and professional struggles and grew closer every day.

Years later, as they sat in the same coffee shop where they had first met, Spencer looked at Y/n and said, "I'm so glad that I met you that day. You've changed my life in so many ways, and I can't imagine living without you."

Y/n smiled and replied, "I feel the same way, Spencer. You've brought so much joy and happiness into my life, and I'm grateful for every moment we've spent together."

And as they held hands and looked into each other's eyes, Spencer knew that he had found the love of his life in Y/n.

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A/N; I dont want this to be me just using AI to get some like on tumblr so if I do make this a series Ill edit it and add my twist to it. AI is getting dangerous for artists and writers and a lot more people, all because its just a robot creating things for free for someone to use and I dont want me to ‘capitalize’ off of it. As a Artist and a Writer, Im kinda worried for my un-forsaken future because of this thing.

#spencer reid 📚👓 #AI #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid criminal minds

[wikluk]

for the sick promts: 'whatever' for julieta ??? agustín helps her out and she feels guilty for it but is secretly reeeaaaally enjoying it bc he's too sweet and gives her all the attention

whatever: [character] reluctantly accepts help

and I will try to fix you

Julieta hated feeling unwell in any way - whether it was just a headache, a more uncomfortable neckache, a stubborn backache or something as simple as sore feet after standing for too long.

She didn't like those moments when her body seemed to betray her by making her unable to do her best.

And what was even worse - she wished people didn't feel like they had to help her.

She could do everything herself just as she had been doing it for more than forty years - there was no need for anybody to waste their time on helping her be more efficient.

And yet, that was exactly what was often happening those days.

Their family members seemed to love helping her ever since their Casita had been rebuilt.

And Mirabel and Agustín were most often the ones who were the most willing to keep her company.

Today, it was Agustín.

He appeared in the kitchen not more than twenty minutes before and since then, he made two cups of café for both of them, without breaking or spilling anything.

Little miracles, she guessed.

"¿Cómo estás, mi amor?" he asked.

Julieta rolled her neck, glancing over her shoulder with a smile. "Muy bien, why's the question?"

Agustín looked her up and down, squinting. She knew that look. He was making observations, as he would always tell her. Whatever those observations were for? Usually for having an excuse to find something and get her to rest.

Not that he would find anything–

"You look really stiff," he remarked in a deeply contemplative voice. "You have back pains again, don't you?"

Julieta pursed her lips and continued to chop the vegetables for the salad she was going to make for dinner. "Why would you think that?"

"We've been married for a good half of our lives, I like to think we know each other very well," he said, walking over to her and putting both hands on her hips. "Lower back or closer to shoulder blades?"

"I'm fine, querido," she insisted, sliding the chopped vegetables into the bowl and taking a few others to slice as well. "A little stiff, you're right, but nothing painful."

Or at least it wasn't painful until she needed to lean forward to grab a carrot that rolled away from her till it stopped at the wall and she had to retreat it. Once she went back to her previous position, she felt an uncomfortable pull in her lower back that made her wince and squirm a little.

It didn't help.

The uncomfortable feeling remained.

Agustín leaned over her shoulder. "You sure?"

She sighed in defeat. "It started to hurt just now– maybe it's because of you."

He gasped in mock offence. "Now, it's fair to say accidents follow me everywhere, but it's just that, they follow me, not the people I'm with at the time."

"Isabela's whole existence would beg to differ."

"She was planned."

"Yeah, someday."

"You didn't complain back then," he huffed, squeezing her waist.

"Because I still thought it was a nice surprise," she said, exhaling loudly when her back muscles seemed to start burning. "Dios mío."

"Maybe you should sit down for a while and I would–"

"Absolutely not."

She trusted Agustín with many things. Their daughters, herself, preparing some basic things.

But cooking? Chopping anything with the sharpest knives she had? It was like asking for a disaster to happen.

He was good at making drinks. Hot chocolate, coffee, tea, alcoholic drinks. He could do some low-effort cooking that didn't include using too many sharp or hot things.

But others... She didn't want him to get hurt only because some back pain decided to be an inconvenience for a day.

"I'd like to help you," he insisted, and if she could see his eyes, there'd be that pleading gleam to them, she was sure. "You've been on your feet for far too long."

Not for the first time, she thought.

"I'll be okay."

"Julieta, you know I don't like when you're brushing your health off like that. It's important. You're important," he reminded and kissed the back of her head. "If you strain your back too much today, you know you'll be miserable tomorrow and your food won't help with that."

It was unfortunate that her healing abilities couldn't help with sore muscles. Both Luisa and her could benefit greatly if things were different.

"Agustín, you can't cook," she tried.

He didn't oppose. "But– it's just chopping vegetables, it can't be too difficult or anything."

"The salad needs a dipping but it shouldn't consist of blood, mi amor."

"Your lack of faith wounds me."

Julieta huffed. She just needed to finish it and then–

But another quicker movement made her wince again. She dropped both the knife and the vegetables and after bumping Agustín backwards a little, she tried stretching.

Something cracked and her spine felt a little less stiff, but her muscles still felt rather sore.

"Let me..."

Before she could ask what she might let him do, his fingers were clutching her hips and his thumbs were kneading her back on the sides of her spine.

Julieta leaned forward and put both her hands on the countertop's surface, letting her head drop as Agustín's thumbs dug deeper into her skin.

"As I said, you're very stiff," he said after a while.

She had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from gasping and moaning at the sudden relief she felt as his fingers were successfully easing the soreness of her back.

It was nice. Very nice. Very, very nice.

"You know," she gasped out. "You can help me."

"Yes, mi amor?" he asked eagerly. "How can I help you?"

"You can massage my back when I sit and finish the dinner."

She was close to whining when his hands suddenly left her back, but Agustín appeared on her side, grabbed her by the hip and steered her away from the counter. "The sooner, the better," he said, forcing her to sit down at the table. "Tell me what to bring you."

She smiled and she was sure her heart skipped a bit. Just like her, Agustín was a human who worried a lot and cared deeply for others, especially her and their girls.

And maybe it would be selfish of her, but she loved to be cared for by him. Sometimes. Usually. Always.

"A bowel, oil and my spices box, por favor."

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto fanfic #my writing #my sickfics #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustín #fluff #bickering #flirting #they're so married your honour #i love those dorks

[lazywiteralex]

Promt from Kylie: Character A gets arrested and Character B is the one taking them in

*The vigilante Syphon has struck again, but this time police and some of the top heros were ready to apprehend them. With instructions to bring everyone found in the area in for questioning from the Hero Commission, several innocent civilians are rounded up. This includes one Megumi Kirishima.*

"Oh you have got to be kidding me,"

"Heyo,"

"If I commit a real crime can I please be taken in by an actual police officer?"

The officer looked at her confused, "What?"

"Don't mind her, I'll take it from here," he smiled smugly.

"Please anyone but this asshole,"

"Aw, not happy to see me? I gotta say I'm uncharacteristically elated to see you. And your pretty new bracelets,"

"Watch it fly boy, my feet are still free, I will break your nose,"

"That would be assault and illegal,"

"Oh so I'd be taken to the Police Station instead of the Hero Commission? Perfect. Com'ere Freathers,"

"You know you're not making a good case for yourself. You're irritable and resisting, not exactly the behavior of someone innocent,"

"I'm always irritable around you, if I wasn't you'd actually be suspicious of me. Admit it, you're just taking me in as a suspect cause you think it's funny. Not cause you actually think I could be the vigilante you've been looking for,"

"Actually I think you might just be our mysterious Syphon,"

"What?! I'm a Teacher's Aid how would I have any time to 'fight crime' when I have 22 essays to grade?"

"You only have 20 students,"

"Iida writes enough to be counted as two, and it takes twice as long to get through Kaminari's cause he goes off on roundabout tangents,"

"Speaking of roundabout tangents, you never answered why you were over here,"

"Yes I did, I was going for a walk before bed, last I checked there was no curfew being enforced so that's not a crime. And certainly not a reason to be dragged in front of the Hero Commission,"

"Strange you'd be in the same area that Syphon as appeared in twice, do you live in the area?"

"You know I do, along with a couple thousand other people. An unfortunate coincidence, and circumstantial at best. Whether I am Syphon or not, which I'm not, you wouldn't be able to prove it because you have no evidence. Last I heard you guys can't even say if they have a quirk or not,"

"And how would you know that?"

"A vigilante is running around the city stopping crime lords before the nation's top heros even have a clue they exist, and I work with 20 teenage hero-to-bes. Even a lap dog like you should be able to connect the dots,"

"You know we might not be able to tell, but you should be,"

"What are you rambling about now?"

"If Syphon has a quirk it would leave residual imprints or whatever right? The stuff your quirk can pick up on,"

"If this is a lame attempt at asking for my help, the answer's no. No way am I helping the Hero Commission,"

"Come on, I'm trying to keep the city safe here. I'd think you'd want that since your brother lives in the area,"

"Don't you dare try to use E as a bargaining chip. Syphon has done nothing to harm civilians, so as far as I'm concerned they have the green light from me to keep doing whatever the hell they want,"

Hawks huffed in defeat, "Have it your way then. Come on, my orders were to bring everyone in the area in for questioning,"

"You have to know how ridiculous this is. The Commission is just mad cause they can't control Syphon, so they've sent you on a witch hunt,"

"Please step inside the vehicle, ma'am,"

"But then again, why would their loyal servant ever go against the will of his masters?"

"Watch your head,"

"Watch your back, the people you work for are prone to stabbing,"

#author #fantasy #daily prompt #female writers #fic prompt #fic writing #fiction #my hero academia #hawks #boku no hero academia #oc tag

[fonulyn]

Hello <33

I read some of your fics and loved them ❤

If it's not bothersome I'd like to ask for a prompt, but if you can't I'll understand perfectly ☺

It's about one of my headcanons between Chris and Leon, that while Chris prefers to listen to calm or acoustic music, sometimes a rock ballad, jazz and even classical music, Leon is totally the opposite and is a complete metalhead who loves deathmetal and even metalcore 😅 (by the way, he can sing with a guttural voice and Chris doesn't understand how he can sound so inhuman haha)

I was thinking about this promt since I listened "To the hellfire" by Lorna Shore (the last breakdown is so good 💗)

Once again, I love your stories 💕💕

hi there! thank you so much, i'm so glad to hear you've enjoyed the ficcage :D 💖 ah and I like the thought that Chris listens to calmer music while Leon's into metal (I am 100% projecting my own taste in music onto Leon haha :'D). I do feel they'd both listen to quite a wide range tho. also i never heard that song before, listened to it now and it's pretty cool! i admit i like my metal with cleaner vocals tbh but the melodies and the chorus are solid!

but anyhow!! here have a tiny little thing, also featuring Claire and Jill :3 (a shoutout to my brother who picked all the music for the ficlet lol)

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Humming a little to himself Leon leaned against the car door, tilting his head back as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the wind on his face. It was a bright, sunny day, so hot that his thin shirt was practically glued to his skin. He wasn't the only one, not by any stretch, with four people crammed into Chris's Ford Escort that he staunchly refused to trade in for anything newer. Claire always called the car Chris' girlfriend, but Chris just shrugged it off and didn't even argue.

Not that Leon minded. He and Chris might not have been dating for more than a few months but he knew better than to feel threatened by a car, at least. Although the next time they were heading out for a road trip, he was going to suggest that they rent something with properly functioning AC and more leg room for the passengers.

Despite Chris' protests, Leon had propped his feet up on the dashboard, slouched low in his seat as he idly watched the scenery go by. Claire was sitting behind Chris, kicking his seat every time she disagreed with something he said, and their familiar bickering felt... safe. Felt normal. And this was exactly what Leon needed as his life was otherwise way too full of the undead, decidedly not normal things.

At the moment Chris and Claire were singing along to Uriah Heep's Lady in Black, and even Jill was humming a little in the backseat behind Leon. It was all so very peaceful, driving here in the middle of absolutely nowhere, watching the sun slowly start to set. They'd been on the road for hours, ever since they stopped to have lunch at a roadside diner, and another stop was definitely going to happen soon. Especially with the way Chris was starting to look a little sleepy, as he'd been driving too long.

Leon let himself be lulled half asleep by the soft notes of Miles Davis' C.T.A, only barely registering what songs were playing while he dozed. When the last notes of Pan Am Highway Blues faded into nothingness, Chris finally pulled over at a gas station that had huge signs bragging about their excellent burgers.

The burgers were excellent, admittedly, and after they'd eaten, had their bathroom breaks, and stretched their legs a little - and, sure, maybe Chris and Leon stole a few precious minutes of lazily making out while Claire and Jill were purchasing a mountain of snacks - they piled right back into the car. As late as it was, they'd agreed they'd drive through the night to get to spend more time at their actual destination.

It was chillier as the sun had gone down and Leon pulled on a hoodie, even if he chose to keep his shorts as he didn't feel like changing. As soon as he slid into the driver's seat, Chris already preemptively wrinkled his nose. "You're not going to force any more Napalm Death on me, are you?"

"Oh, don't worry," Leon hummed happily, tilting his head to see if the girls had already buckled in. Claire had an entire donut stuffed into her mouth, but she seemed to be in high spirits as she attempted a grin, anyway.

Leon turned back to Chris, even leaned in to plant a quick kiss in the corner of his mouth, before turning back towards the steering wheel and starting the car. "I've got this brand new CD and I've been dying to give it a listen..." He slipped the CD out of its case and inserted it into the player, giving Chris a sweet smile. "The album is called Exit."

"And the band is called?" Chris asked. It was clear in his expression that he was getting more than a little suspicious with the way Leon refused to show him the case. "C'mon, Leon, it's bet--"

He was cut short as someone screamed so loud it drowned out all of the sound in the car. The volume had been pumped up pretty high for Chris' smooth jazz and soft rock, so graciously Leon took it down a couple of notches. The screaming continued, the drums and ... Chris couldn't even tell apart any of the other instruments, it was all just noise to him.

Leon blinked innocently. "Rotten Sound," he answered. "The song is called Western Cancer." Then he peeled out of the parking lot, screaming at the top of his lungs along to the music.

Helpless, Chris turned to look at the backseat. The uneaten half of Claire's donut had fallen on her chest and she stared right back, utterly disbelieving. "This is worse than Death," she muttered, raising her voice over the music in hopes that Leon would hear her. "Can we please go back to Buddy Guy? ZZ Top? Even Death, c'mon!"

There was no reaction, so Chris glanced at Jill. "Help us out here."

"No," Jill answered. Nonchalantly she pushed her sunglasses up her nose, even though the sun had already gone down and there was absolutely no need for them. "Finally we get some good fucking music. Deal with it, losers."

Not even looking back, Leon reached out his hand for a high five. Jill didn't waste a second before giving him one.

With a groan, the Redfield siblings admitted defeat.

#chreon #chris redfield #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #little appearances also from #claire redfield #jill valentine #it's a ROADTRIP BABY! :'D #my fics #my chreon fics

[wellbafineline]

Promise?

Harry is needy and you visit him on tour

hellooo this is my entry for ms olivias ( @bfharry ​ ) boyfriendathon, im not entirely sure that anything happens in this but it is just reuniting w harry on tour fluff!!! i used the promt ‘harry’s number 1 groupie is his gf’ & this is my second full fic so pls be nice to me lol but enjoy!!  also here is my other writing 

also the title honestly has nothing to do with the piece i just picked it bc i though that line of dialogue was cute.

& heres livs boyfriendathon masterlist to read everyones entries!!

It didn't take much convincing for Harry to get you to join him on tour, actually all it’d taken was him to call you after one of his first shows on the North American leg telling you how much he missed you, and how lonely his hotel rooms felt and a couple of days later Jeff was forwarding you the plane tickets and info to meet them in Sacramento for a week of the tour.

It wasn't strange for you to visit harry on tour, but you both normally lasted a few more weeks before you caved and took the week off to go visit him, but a particularly needy harry and late night phone call with him listing all the ways he missed you, even after just a week and a half of being a part was all it took for you to take the 14 hour flight from London. 

You were antsy to see him from the minute that you got in the car at the airport, but it was only increasing as you were walking with a security guard through the corridors of the arena. The security guard points you in the direction of Harry's dressing room as you turn the last corner. You could hear Harry's playlist playing quietly behind the door as you approached and knocked. ‘Jeffrey, said i just need ten minutes and i'd be there’ he shouted through the door ‘try again’ you laughed ‘not Jeffrey’ 

The door quickly flung open as soon as he heard your voice, immediately wrapping you in his arms, resting his chin on top of your head, and you both stayed like that for a minute before he started to squeeze you a bit too tightly. ‘Getting a bit hard to breathe here H’. ‘sorry love’ he loosened his arms a little around you, allowing him to look at you for a second before completely freeing you from his grasp, you looked tired from the long flight from London and your hair was a little wild because you hadn't had the chance to brush it in the rush from the airport to the venue he place a quick kiss on your forehead before letting you go to follow him into the dressing room to get settled.

There was probably an hour before the preparations for the show tonight really started, meaning Lambert would come with the rack of all of Harry's outfits and steal him away from you for him to get dressed and prep to perform but for now you were more than content with the position you were in. Harry had come back from soundcheck earlier and immediately lay on top of you wrapping his arms around your waist and his face pressed into your neck, while your hands were stroking through his brown curls while he sighed contentedly every so often. 

You two stayed like that for the time being until people started to filter in the dressing room and asking for Harry’s attention to put the final details on the show and his outfit for tonight. You gave his hand a squeeze getting his attention to tell him you were going to find Mitch, Sarah and Adam and leave him to get ready for the show. 

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The next time you saw Harry was as people were gathering to send him off onto the stage, you could hear the crowd cheering as the venue lights dimmed. ‘Come ‘ere quick’ he said as he pulled you by your hand into his chest ‘Need m’ good luck kiss’ he had the biggest cheesy grin on his face, you couldn't help but indulge him and match his smile. You bring your hand to cup his jaw, giving him a sweet kiss, but quickly pulling away, because you knew Harry and knew how he'd turn your good luck kisses into ‘make out in the venue hallway’ kisses, and you’d had enough teasing from Jeff about that over the years you’d been together. 

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You’d made your way back to the dressing room ‘Ew! H you’re all sweaty’ you laughed as his arms tightened around your waist, clearly not listening to your complaints. ‘Missed this though didn’t y’.’ His voice is murmured in your hair with his arms still wrapped around your waist, but loosening so you could walk back for him to pack up and go back to your hotel, he’d said earlier that he wanted ‘his girl all to himself’ on your first night which you couldn't really argue with, being exhausted from the flight. 

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You were waiting on the plush hotel bed scrolling through your phone, checking social media while you’re waiting for Harry to get out of the shower, he was bound to be exhausted once his post show adrenaline wore off and he said he just wanted to take a quick shower to get clean, but now you were almost certain he’d fallen a sleep under the water.

The shower water turning off is what pulls your attention away from your phone, as you were in the middle of texting back your best friend who was checking that you got there safely. After a moment harry comes out of the bathroom, he was tying the belt of one of the hotel robes as he makes his way over and flops himself on the bed next to you, motioning for you to move over so you were both lying on his side of the bed, your head on his shoulder, and moving the few pieces of wet hair he missed in his hair clip off of his face. 

‘M tired, glad we didn't go out now would have been asleep in the middle of some bar by now’ he murmured into your hair ‘Yeah, better off here’ you agreed, moving so that your leg was thrown over his hip and arm across his middle. 

After a while of laying with each other he started to get restless, still some pent up adrenaline from the show, so you suggest doing the sheet masks you picked up in the airport earlier.  

‘Y’sure your not tired? can do all of this tomorrow?.’ His arms tightened around your waist where you were sat on the bathroom counter putting the facemask on Harry's face. He scrunched up his face as you smoothed out the cold material on his face ‘M’fine just wanna spend some time with you.’ 

A little while after you had finished your facemasks Harry had decided he was hungry, finally crashing from his post show adrenaline and wanting to devour a bowl of fries from room service there was a knock on the door as you reached to put on the next episode of the show that you guys were watching. 

‘it'll be food, I'll get it’ Harry mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the bed to get the door, grabbing his wallet on the way to tip the waiter. He returned a minute later with the tray of food you ordered, setting it down on the bed. 

‘Missed you y’know’ harry starts as you put another chip in your mouth

‘Missed you two H, was only two and a half weeks though’ Harry scoffs ‘What not allowed to miss m’ own girlfriend now?’ You were already laughing as he finished, picking up  a chip to throw at him across the bed. ‘Course not, like knowing you miss me’ you smile at him ‘always love.’ 

After finishing your food Harry’d moved you both back to lay in the bed with his head resting on your chest, his eyes fluttering shut every so often, he was clearly trying to stay awake. ‘S’alright H go to sleep, will still be here tomorrow, got me all week’ you told him, lips pressing a kiss to his hairline as you reached to turn off the TV so you both could get some needed sleep.

‘Y’promise?’

‘Promise.’

#harry blurb #harry fic #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles concept #harry concept #boyfriend!harry #boyfriendathon #my writing

[novastears]

Offical rules of roleplaying with me!! 💞

(will be edited occasionally so please read thank you!)

1) Always be kind, dont be rude and respect these rules

2) I always answer as soon as I get the time, I expect the same consideration back. If you are going to be off for a long period of time please tell me! I will do the same for you. PLEASE BE ON FREQUENTLY ITS BORING TO ROLEPLAY WITH LONG BREAKS WAITING FOREVER FOR ANSWERS. ITS HARD TO STAY INVESTED SO PLEASE BE ON OFTEN!!!! I do have discord if you are more often on there just ask me for my discord so we can add each other on there.

3) I do long term BxG roleplay, I only play submissive/Bottom girls. I'm not comfortable with anything else, please respect that. If you dont, dont bother pming me for a roleplay. I will help with shorter term side male characters if it helps keep things interesting.

4) If you get bored tell me! We can change roleplays or mix things up within the roleplay. I really dont mind as long as we both put effort in to make the roleplay interesting and we both cant keep it going anymore. I'm happy to change up a roleplay before we get started to keep it from getting boring quick. None of my prompts are set in stone, as long as it doesnt change absolutely everything there. We can work it out.

5) 18+ only please. I do like the occasional smut in roleplay to help bring our characters closer together., I only do romance roleplays so it's sort of a must. But the roleplay cant only be smut

6) no fandom roleplays. I dont mind if it's based around it but I dont like doing roleplays with fandom characters. Only Oc x Oc

7) I use faceclaims and anime characters for my 'Oc' I dont make thing but I make up their personality and everything. So I will send a picture of what my character will look like. I prefer using anime/animations characters but I'm up to use whatever is comfortable for both of us. Just tell me.

8) After 5 days if no answers I will delete the roleplay. I'm not wasting my time waiting around for answers with long breaks in between as a rule above. Be on frequently. After 2 days or even after one I may add more to my previous answer because I know sometimes notifications dont always work. Or something happens and things are forgotten but after 5 days.. that's enough time to answer.

9) Do not just answer with one word. But I do not need paragraphs. I dont like doing paragraphs unless I'm kinda just starting the roleplay then i tend to type out more but i tend to just do a sentence or two.

10) ABSOLUTELY DO NOT play my character in any way shape or form. I will not be doing so for your character so do not do my character. You dont know my thought process on my character so do not force them to do anything.

11) no rape or self harm in present terms of the roleplay. Can be referenced as something that was in the past but not present.

12) please have a say of separating action and speaking in rp.. even outside of roleplay is nice also. I personally do first person so I use 'I' for my persons actions and I use "" for speaking and regular text for actions. I also use () for talking outside of roleplay. Ex. I sat down on the bed and looked at you. "Hey how are you doing?" I'd like for you to roleplay like that, but it's fine if you have another way where it's all separated so I know what is.

13) try and keep everything you answer in one reply.. its fine you decided to add something or forgot too.. but please do not so it constantly.. I will send more occasionally if I get anxious for an answer or I decided to add something to make it more interesting

14) If you decide after starting to roleplay with me that you dont want to.. please just tell me dont leave me feeling stupid as I sent text to try and get an answer then I just have to assume.. please tell me. Dont just drop off the edge of the world. Ya I will be a bit upset but I'd rather know then just be left.. especially since tumblr show when people are online. I get when starting a new roleplay I get excited and anxious to get an answer.. I do respond quickly so I get excited for an answer.. and I may send more If I see you are online and not answering. So just tell me.. I dont want to annoy you..

Thanks for reading my rules! Hope to roleplay soon!

PM WITH QUESTIONS OR TO ROLEPLAY!!

If you want to roleplay a promt please send it to me.. no need to comment or anything just send the prompt you want to do to me so I know exactly which one!!