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ikenbar · 1 year

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hi)! i’d like to ask if you could write victor from mlqc x mc (female or gender neutral you can decide) for the prompt “don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want from you”. thank you so much 💞

Of course!! This seems like a lot of fun! Thank you for the prompt!!

If you would like to submit a prompt, you can do so through this post! Don't forget to read the rules when you do!

Now let's get to the Victor angst >:D

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When you and Victor first moved in together, everything seemed fine. You would make breakfast, the two of you would eat together, then carpool home to and from work, all while exchanging delightful conversations. Then Victor would make dinner as you took a shower. And every night you two would go to bed with a kiss and warmth in your heart.

But something changed. Maybe it was the rapidly approaching deadlines at work or maybe it was the way you were naturally a messy person and Victor wasn’t. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the peaceful schedule you had was now a mere memory. In the morning you would wake up to find you had woken up late and had to rush breakfast for the both of you. The carpooling went from casual conversation to arguing or even angry silence the entire way to work and back. And even at work, Victor seemed to always have something bad to say about your reports. Coming home Victor would continue to make dinner but you would spend your time in the home office, working relentlessly until well into the night. You’d find yourself going to the bedroom with Victor already in the room. He was either, already asleep, or, most often than not, sitting on the bed with his laptop, working on whatever work he had left from the day. Victor would still be working as you crawled into bed and fell asleep without a word or a kiss goodnight.

Eventually, you had had enough. You and Victor hadn’t shared a word of genuine love in weeks. Nor had either of you shared time between just the two of you as a couple. No. Everything had gone awry and there was only one constant in everything that went wrong.

You.

And you knew there was only one way to fix what you had brought to Victor’s home.

You had called Anna that night and asked to stay at her place for a while. She agreed so, while Victor made dinner, you packed a suitcase. When you had finished, you walked into the home office and packed your laptop in a bag strapped over your shoulder, figuring that working at home would be easier on both of you as well.

You descended the staircase as silently as you could, being sure not to make it obvious that you had a suitcase with you. As you tiptoed to the front door, you glanced into the kitchen. Victor stood over the stove wearing a sweater and khaki pants. He had a kitchen rag draped over his shoulder as he focused on whatever dish he was making. Though he wore his usual poker-faced expression, something seemed to weigh on his face and his shoulders. You played with the strap of your bag across your chest. He deserved to know.

You took a deep breath and entered the kitchen. The movement was enough to catch Victor’s attention, bringing his velvety black eyes to you. His expression began with curiosity, then, after spotting your bags, turned into concern. You quickly turned your eyes to the floor, afraid to start another argument. “What’s this?” Victor asked with stern hesitation. You grimaced but, knowing there was no turning back now, you spoke.

“I’m moving out.”

Silence hung in the room. After what seemed like hours, you heard the click of the stove as Victor stopped his cooking. Panic filled your chest. “I-it’s not that I don’t care for you anymore!” You quickly said, squeezing the strap to your bag even tighter, “I-I just… We’ve been arguing so much about every little thing! And time at work seems so tense what with so many deadlines coming up for shows and…” You took a couple of shallow breaths, fighting back the tears pushing through your eyes. When you spoke again, your voice had become noticeably meeker, “... I just think we need some space. Maybe we can try again later but… I… I don’t want to be a burden anymore.”

Once again the room was silent but you could feel the obvious tension that you had caused. You cursed to yourself. Yet another horrible situation you caused. The tears you had been holding back began to fall quietly down your face.

Quiet footsteps approached you. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in but before you could act on them, a gentle hand touched your cheek. So gentle in fact, you could nearly convince yourself that nothing was there. Slowly, you looked up and at Victor, who stood over you. But instead of his usual domineering and stoic attitude, he held an air of careful understanding,

And grief.

Another tear strayed from your eye. Victor was quick to catch it, using his thumb to brush it aside, still with the same gentleness as before. Victor took a deep breath and met your eyes.

“Don’t give me space. That is the last thing I want from you.”

Victor’s voice had never been so tender before. The mere sound of it made your heart skip a beat. You stood frozen in place, looking back and forth between Victor’s eyes, looking for a catch. Victor sighed and pulled his hand from your face to take your computer bag. You allowed him to pull it over your head and set it to the side. Immediately after Victor had done this, he pulled you into an embrace. One you stalled in the presence of. Victor, seemingly noticing your hesitation, held you even tighter.

“The tension between us isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have been so harsh to you.” Victor spoke carefully in your ear as if he had been thinking about those words for some time now. You leaned into his hold and listened to him attentively, “And some of your arguments may have been unnecessary to even bring up. But I knew that no matter what you would still know I cared for you. That I loved you. I should have caught on sooner.”

With those words you quickly wrapped your arms around Victor, “I do! I do know you love me… do you know I love you?” Victor pulled away from your hold just enough to look you in the eye.

“Of course I do.”

Victor's words sent more tears down your face. Victor frowned and moved to wipe them away again but you stopped him by setting your head on his chest, gripping the sides of his sweater gently. Victor took that moment to kiss the top of your head. After a long moment, Victor asked something that seemed to be locked in his throat, “Do you still think we need space?”

You immediately shook your head against Victor’s body. You felt Victor’s body relax. “Can we discuss what we can do to fix this?” Victor’s voice was more confident now, nearly returning to normal. You pulled away from Victor, nodding once more, letting go of his sweater to wipe your face of tears. Victor sighed and smiled down at you. He took your face in his and pulled you into a kiss. You returned it, placing your hands on top of his.

After a moment, Victor pulled away gently, resting his head on yours as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek. After a long pause, you quietly said, “... what’s for dinner?” Victor chuckled handsomely, sending warmth through your heart and your cheeks. Victor placed another kiss on your forehead before finally pulling away from you. He removed the kitchen rag from his shoulder and reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “Take out.” Victor said, his voice returning to normal. You looked at him in confusion.

“But weren’t you-”

Victor cut you off by patting your head. “Dummy.” Victor smirked as he scrolled through his phone, “You really think I’m going to continue working in the kitchen alone after a conversation like that?”

“Who said it had to be alone?” You asked excitedly, pulling his phone down so Victor was looking at you instead “Let me help you!” Victor’s eyes flashed with surprise. Then soon after, pure adoration. He put his phone back in his pocket and took your hand.

“Alright.” He said with a warm smile, “Let’s get started.” You walked with Victor into the kitchen happily, leaving your bags by the door and unattended for the rest of the night.

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aterfish · 3 months

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Good thing it was a short spin

#thank u haunting heroes discord server for giving me ideas #again #so soon #and its a animation??? in color???#i saw the prompt and did it in 3h #you could say i was like... possesed #danny phantom #phandom #dp #ater art #lbm dp #little baby man #i love you you noodle boy #ater babbling at 2 am #animation #no lbm was harmed in making this post

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princess-triton · 4 months

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BONK! with a chicken falin...🤤

Crying because I can’t be her

#my art #dungeon meshi #falin touden #or as cultured people says #chicken Falin #I want to draw her like this again ough #one of my favorite form ever #thank you for the prompt!!!#color palette

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puppetmaster13u · 4 months

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Prompt 173

Danny might have made a mistake. On one hand, thankfully, his class hasn’t realized he’s Phantom, which is good. On the other hand, he’s somehow become their arms dealer after maybe, just maybe er, being done with Skulker’s shit when he was just trying to do his test and er… maybe beating him to a pulp. As Danny Fenton.

Well, the good news is apparently everyone now thinks that he doesn’t fight back lest he accidentally snap someone’s spine. Which is honestly kind of nice to not have to deal with the harassment anymore.

How has he become the fenton technology arms dealer though?! Legitimately, he has no idea how it happened except for sleep deprivation and someone mentioning how one of the places that they might be going to for the field trip was Gotham.

At least everyone has their weapons and knows how to use them when some sort of clown-masked people decide to break into the mall and attempt to take them hostage. So. He guess he can’t complain, and at least he got food that doesn’t come alive in exchange.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #”Remember to ignore the fact that Fenton is definitely ecto contaminated we don’t want the GiW to find out”#Paulina quite likes her ecto-claw gauntlets that look like gloves #Mikey with a creep stick: Dash I need you to throw me like a football #No one wants to ask who gave Sam a bazooka even when they know Fenton definitely didn’t #Which he didn’t she brought her own actually #Definitely wasn’t going to use it to bribe Harley to meet Poison Ivy #Lancer has given up on controlling his class #As long as there’s little to no property damage he’s fine #The tour guide is gobsmacked while he's standing there reading a book & the kids go feral #”Where did you say you’re from again ...?”#No one is going to be able to get near Danny if the class has any say #This is THEIR ecto-contaminated weapons dealer thank you very much

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inklessletter · 11 months

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I dreamed of your voice last night, and it sounded as lonely as I am. Are you trapped in there? Are you... are you real?

Thank you for trusting the process again <3

#stranger things #steddie #steddie art #fanart #art #digital art #steve harrington #eddie munson #no this is not part of any fic #this is me being a hopeless romantic again #and full in love with tragic stories #unless #you consider this a prompt #and write something absolutely cool about it #and if you do please tag me #thank you so much #i really hope you like it

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drawnfamiliarfaces · 5 months

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Ninjavember Days 25-30! 🎉🎉🎉

#ninjavember 2023 #rc9gn #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #rc9gn sorcerer #rc9gn peddler #rc9gn first ninja #first ninja #randy cunningham #howard weinerman #can't believe i managed a whole -ber event!!!(except for one day but considering how much i drew for others its like meh)#like it happened only once or twice in my life before where i got thru whole month! lol #thank u evilspiritweek again for hosting! (also dude my brain literally didnt comprehend the 31 day thing until u pointed it out. so like #no worries dude we are all brainfryed around here)#also thank you anyone who enjoyed my prompt fills!! im glad my insanity didnt go unwitnessed! xD

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hailsatanacab · 3 months

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I'll ask after that secret number 8!

I only remembered secret number 8 because I saw your wip here! I'd started this one based on the same prompt, then lost said prompt and stopped working on it 😅

Instead of a snippet, I'm just dropping it all here - maybe that way I'll feel inspired to finish it?

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It’s a full house for dinner tonight and, really, that should have tipped him off.

Bruce sits at the head of the table, smiling softly as he watches over everyone’s antics. Damian is regaling Dick with everything they saw at the zoo that day (Danny had been so happy to see Delilah the purpleback gorilla again, and her new little additions to the troupe, too!) and how well they are implementing the grant the Wayne Foundation had gifted them. Tim, Steph, Cass, and Duke are all engaged in a thumb-war tournament which Danny has no interest in participating in. It just wouldn’t be fair on them.

Danny loves that look. The one where Bruce’s eyes crinkle when he thinks none of the kids can see him. It oozes love and it makes Danny’s heart, his core, ache.

It’s been a little over a year since Alfred found him on the street and managed to wrangle him back to the manor to stay—even after the whole biting thing when he realised how rich they were.

A little over a year here and Danny’s starting to feel like family.

Starting to feel like he might, just maybe, like to make it official.

“Danny,” Bruce says, drawing everyone’s attention. Danny starts at his name, but Bruce’s voice is warm and calm, and his shoulders lose their tension almost immediately. “Danny, I have something I would like to tell you.”

“Uhhh…” is all Danny can croak out, eyes flicking back and forth between Bruce and the rest of them. Smooth. Looking good, Danny.

Except… they’re all happy. All smiles, all relaxed body language, all radiating calm and love and acceptance. Well, not Damian—his face is as thunderous as it always is—which at least means it’s nothing too out of the ordinary.

“Danny, first of all, I just want to impress upon you that this is in no way something you have to do. You are under no obligation to join us and, no matter what, you shall always be welcome with us in the manor.”

Wait, what? Danny squints at Bruce, trying to parse exactly what he’s saying… Is he—is this them asking to adopt him? Do they want to make it official, too?

It’s been a little over a year and of course Danny has imagined calling Bruce ‘Dad’. Of course he’s imagined being part of the family, of course he wants to make it official!

He can’t help the beaming grin or the bright and bubbling “Yes!” already waiting on his lips. All Bruce has to do is ask, all Danny needs to hear is—

“I’m Batman.”

The smile freezes on Danny’s face.

His lungs stop working, his heart stops working, he stops working, he just—

“And I’m Nightwing,” Dick smiles, breaking the awkward silence.

Danny’s eyes snap to him, and then down to Tim when he admits to being Red Robin. Duke is Signal, Steph is Spoiler. Damian begrudgingly tells him he’s Robin, but Danny can barely hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“I’m Black Bat.” Cass cocks her head, almost looking concerned. It always felt like she understood him the most. Whenever he was feeling low, too in his memories, or stewing after a nightmare, she was always there, ready to card her fingers through his hair and never mention his tears. It makes his heart ache to think of it now. “It’s okay, Danny.”

It’s meant to be reassuring, but how—how can it be okay? How?

Danny’s spent a little over a year with them. A little over a year with Batman.

Batman, who works with the Justice League, who works with…

A little over a year.

Just under 16 months since he escaped.

“Danny? Are you alright?” Bruce asks

Finally, his lungs kickstart and suck in a shuddering breath, only for everyone to drop their smiles.

Didn’t take them long, did it? Now that their ruse is up, there’s no kindness in their eyes, they’re just… cold, calculating. Evaluating.

“Why?” Danny gasps, his fingers tingling, his heart in his throat.

Just under 16 months since he—has he escaped? Or was this just another one of their experiments?

"I... I trusted you, why—" Danny chokes back a sob, gritting his teeth as his shoulders shake. Why? Why would they do this? "I was happy here, with you. I thought... Weren't you happy?"

"Danny..." Bruce is looking at him, eyes narrow and eyebrows pinched, in some cruel facsimile of confused concern and all Danny can think is how much of an actor he is. How well he can play the part of a doting father. How much he made him want that.

"I don't understand, why..."

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you before, I can imagine that it comes as a shock. We shouldn't have lied to you, Danny, but—"

"Stop it!" Danny slams his hands down on the table and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Even standing, he feels so small. Smaller than Bruce, than all of his adopted siblings. They crowd above him when they all stand, too. "Just stop it! Why are you doing this, why are you still pretending? Stop it!"

It was easier, with Danny's biological parents. The knowledge that they'd do anything to get him on a lab table, to open him up and see what makes him tick, to rip him apart molecule by molecule, had always been there. He knew they hated ghosts. He knew they hated Phantom. He knew they hated him. It was easier because it was something he'd known all his life. When he died, when he became a ghost, he knew what to expect from them. It hurt, of course it did.

But it was easier than this.

"Danny, I'm going to need you to take a deep breath. You're having a panic attack and you need to breathe."

"Breathe?" Danny laughs, the sound harsh and choking, too high pitched in his hysteria. "You're joking, right? Or is this just more of the—the experiment?"

"Danny, please, we don't know what you're talking about, you—"

"You don't know? You're Batman! You work with the Justice League, you work with—" His words choke off as his stomach churns, bile rising in his throat. His whole body itches, screaming at him to leave, he can't go back, he can't, he can't, he can't!

Bruce takes a hesitant step forward and Danny scrambles back, his feet catching on the chair behind him and sending him careening to the floor. Where are the agents? Why aren't they swarming in, ready to apprehend him, strap him back on the table, carve him from the inside out.

"Please, Danny, calm down. We don't—"

Danny stops listening. His back hits the wall and he pulls his knees into his chest, his shoulders dipping down as he begins to sob. His heart throbs inside his throat, too painful to swallow around. Tears fall hot and heavy on his face.

Sure, he could run. He could phase out through the wall and he could be out of Gotham in a couple of hours. He's escaped the GIW once, he can do it again.

But that was before Batman knew who he was. Before he had the World's Greatest Detective on his tail.

Before he...

He really thought this would be different, you know?

He wanted to make it official.

"Why did... Why were you so nice to me? Why did you make me like you? I really—I really liked you. I-I thought we could be a family."

"Danny, we are a—"

"Don't lie to me!" Danny snaps, but the force of his anger leeches all the fight from him, and suddenly all that's left is a bone-weary tiredness. There’s a lump in his throat that hurts. There’s a line down his chest that burns. "I don't care. I don't care anymore, I don't. Just... don't make me go back there. Please."

Is it futile? He thought he knew how the GIW operated by now, the depths that they would go to achieve their results, but this... this was a whole new level of pain that Danny thought he had left behind him in Amity.

"We're not going to make you go anywhere, Danny, you're safe here, I promise."

"Safe? Safe? You must have—" he takes a deep breath, tries to stop the quivering of his voice. It’s all starting to make sense, now. "The reason you're telling me who you are is because you must have told them everything already. I know the Justice League—I know you're working with them, which means the ex-experiment is over now, and they're coming to take me back. And I can't go back."

"Danny—"

"I can’t!” Danny glares at Bruce with all the rage he can, fingernails digging into his skin. “I’m not going back!"

"That's right, you're not going back, Danny. I won't let that happen." Bruce crouches down in front of Danny, his hands open and raised as if he's trying to say he's not a threat. "I don't know who you're talking about, and I'm sorry about that, but I can promise you that you’re not going back there. We will keep you safe."

Danny pulls himself closer, tucks himself further into the wall, eyes flickering all across the room waiting for that tell-tale flash of white as the agents start to swarm.

He should take his chances now and run, he should go, he needs to go!

The rest of them, his brothers and sisters of a little over a year, are spread out, giving him and Bruce some space. The same concern colours all of their faces. Why are they still pretending?

Steph is chewing on her thumb.

Danny liked Steph and her brash confidence, her jokes. She's been promising to paint his nails for months now, they've just never found the time. He was going to go for green and black, or maybe a galaxy theme, depending on what she felt comfortable doing.

He likes them all.

"You were supposed to be my family." His mouth turns down at the corners and his voice shakes like a child. "You were supposed to—why? Why would you—I don't understand why you would make me like you..."

"This isn't an experiment, Danny," Bruce's voice is steady, soothing. "I promise."

"But you work with them and—"

"Who do I work with?"

"The Justice League."

"Yes, I do, but we—"

"And the Justice League works with them. The GIW." Danny trembles with the name, clutching tightly onto his hoodie. "I'm not going back there, Bruce."

Danny doesn't miss Bruce's look over his shoulder, nor Tim's nod in return. Tim turns slightly to the side to hide his movements, but Danny bets he has his phone in his hand, probably letting them know they can take him now. Guess this is it, then. They'll be here soon, and he'll be gone.

"Kill me."

"Danny? What do—"

"If you ever had any kindness for me, if you ever cared, kill me. Please, Bruce. I can't do it again."

"Danny..."

"End me now. Take my core out and break it, please, before they get here."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc fanfic #wip game #thanks for the ask <3 and thanks for helping me remember this fic lol #also huge thanks for having the prompt linked because i have S O M A N Y prompt wips that i can't ever post because i've lost the post #didn't really know how to get danny to calm down #that's a lie #i have a few ideas of where this can go but no motivation for it - not against all the other wips #i'll keep at it and ig post to ao3 should it actually start looking alright #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#dudes did u kno u can pin shit to your clipboard on desktop because i fucking love that #also if you use the windows key + . there's like emojis and shit #(((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ)))#<- and kaomoji too!!!!!#anyway that's been fun facts and fanfic with me. ur welcome #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #at some point 'oh shit my writing tag' will just become my writing tag #anyway thank you again for the ask #good night everyone!!!!!

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kucho04 · 2 months

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My gift for @takao-in-sekai <3 Kuroko and Takao spending time together, featuring some fun wings ✨

I love both characters dearly and the prompts were very interesting! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed working on it. Thank you @knbexchange for hosting this event :)

#kuroko tetsuya #takao kazunari #kuroko no basket #knb #kurotaka #my children #funny how I have draw Takao multiple times in comparison to other characters #THANK YOU for the prompts once again #I thought about many ideas but went with something summer ish in a wings AU #Kuroko likes to carry his friends(at least those he is capable of) change my mind #knb valentines exchange 2024

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2smolbeans · 2 months

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hear me out: mc that is terminally ill but hasnt told anyone, and at one point they just start coughing blood and laughing when the brothers try to help them because they finally feel like they have control instead of the brothers (like replaced au one or just in general with the brothers being to obsessive)

Oh no..In that type of situation, Mc should pray that the brothers never find out about that terminal illness. They also better pray that if they die from that illness that they're going straight to heaven, otherwise that's just a life sentence with the brothers!

I mean, you don't think the evil ancients that were created ever since the creation of mankind don't know a thing about manipulating life itself? I mean, if Lucifer ever so wanted, he could take a living being and separate it from itself - skin from bone- atom by atom. He's done it before, multiple times.

I mean, haven't you heard of realilty flipping demons..? And the seven deadly sins are much higher than those demons, so imagine the possibilities..The only reason why they haven't completely broken your soul and rebuilt it by their will is because..Well, where's the fun in that? They love you for who you are!

So if Mc had a terminal illness, you better pray that it kills them fast or that the brothers don't notice. But I mean, with the pact marks littered all over your body, I think they already knew. At this point their just waiting for you to say something! (The only person who's suffering is yourself..So instead of throwing up and coughing blood, why don't you just ask them to fix it..?) Because at any time they think you're just at the grasp of death - your potential freedom - they could always just snag you back to life and into their arms. I mean, the absolute horror on your face from just tasting death to being brought back to life would be adorable!

Ahh.. Now thinking about it..Isn't it hopeless either way?

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pokeberry5 · 4 months

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would you consider drawing a chubby tim?

he is monitoring literally so many things

#dc #tim drake #sart #prompts #thank you for the ask!!#im thinking of summer again

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shamedumpster · 9 months

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The Café Around the Corner

I won one of @kjack89's 10 year anniversary giveaway fics, and they wrote the lovely fic linked above! 🥺

So of course I had to make some art for it. Here's to another decade, dude!! Congratulations!!

#les mis #exr #enjoltaire #my-art #enjolras #grantaire #les miserables #thank you again for being so patient with my vague prompt LMAO #it came out great!!

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ir-dr · 1 year

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Day 3496 - 5 May 2023

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A commission!

.//projectTiGER

#projecttiger #commission things #HEHE...THANK YOU VERY MUCH AGAIN!!!!#such a super fun prompt!!!!!!#their wol is such a cutie i love her so much

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spaceratprodigy · 5 months

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for the mistletoe prompt: #3 for miss Iris & Nick?

@bokatan — [ smooch prompts ]

That'll get the coolant pumping! 💖😈💖

#I may have gotten a lil excited 😳#literally I have not been able to shut up lately abt how much I have been achingggg for their romance again!!#this prompt was perfect <3 #heheheh thank you bo!!#my art #sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #nick valentine fallout 4 #fallout 4 nick valentine #fo4 nick valentine #oc x canon

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necr0mancers · 10 months

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Prompt: Cal playing the hallikset (Cere's guitar) for Merrin.

#again VERY rough but you get the idea #thank you for the prompt!#star wars #jedi fallen order #nightsister merrin #cal kestis #merrin #merrical #jedi survivor

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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What if sevikas chihuahua and the readers dog start playing with each other at the park while their both walking their dog (like in legally blonde when elles chihuahua went up to that big Rottweiler) and then sevika and the reader end up going on a date?

CUTEEE

men and minors dni

zaun is a dangerous city, especially for someone like you.

a single woman, who lives alone on a first floor apartment? you're a prime target for muggings or burglaries in the undercity.

so, after a particularly scary walk home alone one night, you decide to get a dog.

you go to the shelter and ask for a big dog, something that will protect you and scare off potential attackers.

the attendant smiles and nods and takes you to a small room, then introduces you to sugar.

sugar's a gray pitbull, 60 lbs of pure muscle, and she's wearing a muzzle as the attendant brings her in.

he explains to you that sugar's nervous around men, hence the muzzle, and the second he leaves the room, her low growling and nervous expression melt into pure joy as she waggles her tail hard enough for her butt to shake and the two of you play together.

sugar steals your heart. she's a playful, loving, nervous wreck of a dog, and when she's not busy tapdancing at your feet with excitement, she's resting her chin on your lap and begging you for pats with her big, glossy, puppy eyes.

you take her home with you the next day.

you and sugar become inseparable. your boss lets you take her to work to sit behind the counter while you work alone, in an extra effort to keep your customers in line.

nobody gives you shit anymore. drunk customers don't try to steal, old men don't try to flirt, you don't get catcalled on your walk to and from work, and it's all thanks to your sweet baby, growling and baring her teeth whenever someone gets a bit too close to you.

sugar's nothing but smiles and cuddles when kids or women come into work, turning on her back and waiting for belly rubs, licking kids faces as they giggle, and nudging customers with her cold wet nose, gesturing to the little container of treats you keep on the counter, begging for them to sneak you one.

when you're not working, you're cuddling with sugar at home on your couch or in bed, curled around each other as a tv show plays or you read.

sugar loves chicken, tug of war, and cuddles. but above all else, sugar loves the dog park.

tonight, you're tired and grumpy. you've had a long fucking week, and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep until you have to clock back in on monday. so when sugar wakes you up from your after-work nap by pressing her cold wet nose against her face, you almost turn over in bed and go back to sleep. but when her sweet, excited whines start up and she runs to the living room and fetches her leash for you, you can't deny your sweet baby.

grumbling and throwing on a robe, you hook sugar up to her leash and shuffle out of your house, beginning the quick walk to the park.

when you get there, you let sugar off her leash and she immediately starts doing her laps, sniffing and digging and barking with glee. you laugh and shake your head at your furry baby, before pulling a joint out and lighting up.

you relax against the bench, chuckling as you watch sugar run to and fro. behind you, the gate to the dog park clinks, and before you can look over your shoulder to see whose coming in, a teeny, tiny chihuahua runs up to your feet, snarling and yapping at you.

you giggle, and reach down to ruffle the tiny dog's floppy black ears. this seems to satisfy the puppy, and she gives you several licks before running off to mark her territory.

the little dog seems to think that she owns this park, because she barks at any dog who gets within a ten foot radius of her. this doesn't deter sugar, though, and she chases the chihuahua around the perimeter of the park, before the chihuahua turns around to chase sugar. you chuckle. it seems like sugar's made a friend.

"'s that your dog?" a low voice asks. you blink up and jump when your eyes land on a beautiful, tall, broad woman, standing beside your bench. you nod and laugh.

"sugar." you say, introducing your dog. the woman laughs. "you're the chihuahua's mom?" you ask, chuckling. the woman smiles and nods.

"slayer." she says. you cackle.

"seems like our dogs should swap names." you say. the woman chuckles.

"i'm sevika." she says, holding a hand out for you to shake. you smile and introduce yourself, scooting over on your bench to make room for the woman to sit.

you and sevika chat for hours as sugar and slayer play, sniff, and explore together. it's only when the park ranger comes by to kick you out that either of you realize how much time has passed. it doesn't matter, though, because after that night, you and sugar run into sevika and little slayer almost every evening.

sugar and slayer become best friends. you and sevika do too.

once you finally start dating (sevika invited you and sugar over for a 'play date' but then locked sugar and slayer in her bedroom, and turned the play date into a regular date with you, cooking you dinner and splitting a bottle of wine with you) sugar and slayer become inseparable.

for the first few months of your relationship, before the two of you move in together, any time one of you visits the other at their place, you bring your dogs along, so the two can cuddle and play while you and sevika also cuddle and play ;)

but once you guys move in together, sugar and slayer become a package deal.

slayer cries every morning when you and sugar leave for work, until you just give in and start taking both dogs with you.

if sugar's laying somewhere, you can bet your ass you'll find little slayer cuddled right up against her, or on some occasions, right on top of her.

both sugar and slayer are bed hogs, and there have been several occasions when you and sevika finally turn into bed, only to find your sleeping fur babies cuddled up on top of your spots. (you're both suckers, so you always let them sleep, pulling out the pull out couch for the two of you to sleep on for the night as the dogs sleep in your bed.)

cuddled up in bed one night beside sevika, you laugh as you watch slayer lick sugar's ear clean, grooming her best friend. you nudge sevika and she smiles at you.

"what're you laughin' at?" she asks. you gesture to your dogs on the foot of the bed.

"they're so cute. they're just like us." you say. sevika laughs.

"right, because i'm so petite and you're definetly the guard dog between the two of us." she teases you as she rolls her eyes. you just giggle.

"no, dumbass, you're sugar, i'm slayer. you've got the bite, and the scary claws and teeth and stuff, but you're really just a softie on the inside. and i'm your slayer, cute as hell and always bossin' you around." you say. sevika considers this and then smiles.

"you do yap a lot." she says. you giggle and elbow your girlfriend, and she pulls you against her side, kissing your scalp as she scratches your back. you relax into her, and in minutes, all four of you are asleep and snoring on the bed.

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