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F/O, fatally wounded: S/I, could you kiss my booboo better? Pretty please?
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Imagine your f/o sitting on your lap, your back pressed against the wall/backrest/etc as they clasp onto your face and make out with you.
#and if your f/o is too heavy to sit on your lap then...rest in peace to your legs I guess#f/o#selfship#selfshipping#f/o community#self ship#selfship community#selfshipping community#f/o imagines#imagine your f/o#f/o x you#kiss tw#tw kiss#cw kiss#kiss cw#tw kissing#kissing tw#cw kissing#kissing cw
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#lego chima#lego legends of chima#legends of chima#meme#lego meme#lego#lego memes#tw kiss#tw kissing
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Yumi Doodles
#Yumi Tmnt#Yumi Rottmnt#Rottmnt Oc#kinda#Rottmnt#Rottmnt Fankid#She's Leos kid (Future Leo's)#art#fandom#fankid#fandom art#Rottmnt Fanart#sorry i cant draw middle aged people#tw kissing#tw kiss#tw stomach injury#tw chest injury
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* at the library *
* slams my book on the table *
* grabs you by your tie *
* pulls you to standing position *
* pushes you up against the book shelf *
Me: How dare you look so good in light academia clothes. Tell me, where did you get them? How much were they? Do you wanna kiss me right now? That last part was a joke, okay, no it wasn't, but back to your clothes. The place you bought them, is there chaotic academia looking stuff or romantic academia stuff? Oh, or punk academia?! Wait, no, witchy academia!
#this has been rattling around in my brain don't ask XD#look i really like the academia aesthetics even if i actually barely wear them myself#light academia#chaotic academia#witchy academia#punk academia#tw kiss#i think I'm funny but honestly this was probably funnier in my head XD
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Tntober day 2; Beach
Ao3
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Going to the beach in October isn’t the best idea. However, they are going in the middle of the night.
…Wilbur doesn’t know why that changes anything. It’s arguably worse.
Nonetheless, Wilbur piles Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo in his car (Phil’s car, but he never has to know) and they drive down to the beach. Wilbur blasts pop music out of the windows so anyone who sees them pass can hear three teenagers and one almost-adult-but-not-quite-there-yet screaming Maniac by Conan Grey in a barely simultaneous manner.
Tommy was the one who asked, because he has no common sense, and Tubbo had joined in before long, because neither does he, and Ranboo joined in as well, because he’s always along for the ride, and Wilbur- well. Wilbur’s prone to peer pressure. So.
They arrive at the beach sometime around midnight, a sliver of a moon high in the sky, casting enough light for them to see out here in the countryside, but not enough to shine on the ocean. Wilbur watches his brother and his so-close-they’re-practically-brothers run out of the car and slam the damn doors before Wilbur can speak.
He kills the ignition, takes a swig of coffee, and steps out onto the sand.
For a minute, the soft texture of sand under Wilbur’s shoes reminds him about the hassle it will be getting in and out of the car again without creating noticeable stains or damage. Phil’s not going to be pleased they went to the beach in the middle of the night, but he does have a sense of humor, and Wilbur can see himself talking Phil into thinking it’s funny.
His mind is quickly taken off the subject when he looks up and sees Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo conversing with a figure he doesn’t recognize.
Shit. Stranger danger.
Alarm bells ring somewhere where Wilbur only barely hears them, and he treks down closer to the seaside to take a look.
Tommy catches his attention first. “Wil, Wilbur, look! He’s your age, but he’s shorter than me!”
Wilbur can’t help but snort while the stranger bats his hand away, because he is shorter than Tommy, and it’s only a little funny.
“You’re a giant,” The Beach Stranger defends. Under his breath, he mutters, “A giant asshole,” and elbows Wilbur’s brother again.
The Beach Stranger has copper skin and black hair and eyes, as well as a small white scar through his eyebrow and a little bit of a permanent grin pulling at the edges of his lips. He also has a snake bite piercing, and Wilbur tries not to focus on the fact that he’s into piercings and only on the fact that he doesn’t know this stranger who, might Wilbur add, is at the beach alone in the middle of the night for no apparent reason.
“Tommy, do you know him?”
“I’m right here?”
“No, he’s just a guy.” Tommy shrugs. “What’s your name?”
He splutters for a bit. “Uh. Q.”
“Q?” Tubbo repeats.
“Q,” Q confirms.
“Just Q,” Ranboo asks.
Q narrows his eyes at them. “Yes.”
“Stop bothering the stranger,” Wilbur sighs.
“See Wilbur, your problem, is that you just aren’t fun,” Tommy says in a matter-of-fact tone.
Tubbo nods along. “I agree. You are, as the kids call it, a little bitch.”
“Go play in the water, you goblins,” Wilbur hisses, and promptly shoos them away. The three run away laughing.
“Sorry,” Q mumbles.
Wilbur doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for. Nonetheless, he smiles kindly. “Did they jump you, or?”
“No, I’m fine. I mean, I was just about to strip naked and get in the water, so it’s a miracle they caught me before I realized there were people here.”
“Oh.” That’s an eccentric thing to say at the beginning of a conversation.
Q just grins, wild and a little insane. Wilbur thinks he likes it. “Well, what else are you supposed to do on the beach as midnight?”
“I can think of a few things,” Wilbur laughs.
He grabs a towel from the trunk and lays it on the beach near where the teenagers are beating the shit out of each other, before sitting down with Q. They just talk, longer than Wilbur thinks he’s ever kept a conversation running. He finds out Q is actually his age, despite the unfortunate height difference. He comes here every now and again to fuck around because it’s always empty at night. The poker chip “tattoo” on his hand is just sharpie and he goes over it every night… And he’s never kissed.
“Never?”
“No,” Q mutters, and this is where he gets uncharacteristically shy. “I mean, I’ve dated people and all that, but I’m… a bit of a handful. It takes a lot for people to tolerate me for more than a month or so.”
This makes Wilbur frown. “Don’t be mean to yourself.”
“I’m not, I’m just being honest,” Q laughs. “It’s the truth.”
It’s supposed to be funny, Wilbur knows. But he doesn’t like that. He can’t say he knows Q, but he knows Q’s not that bad. He’s only gotten more intriguing since Wilbur first saw him.
“That’s stupid. You’re just going for all the wrong assholes.”
“I think it’s just easier for me if I accept it.” Q rolls his eyes. “Nobody want to kiss me. That’s that.”
“I’d kiss you,” Wilbur says without thinking.
The statement makes Q flush and laugh all at once, which isn’t a bad sight to see. He doesn’t seem all that surprised, though. “You don’t know me!”
“No, I don’t, but-“ Wilbur huffs, trying to find a way to justify his random declaration that would make Q laugh more. “Look. You’re really pretty. And you have a piercing, and you’re really funny, and you play music, and I think that’s basically all the criteria for me.”
“Oh okay, so you just have a fucking type,” Q cackles, but he’s getting redder by the second.
“What? I- okay, maybe, but-” Wilbur leans forward a little. “I would. I really would.”
The seriousness behind his tone pokes through. He can see Q sober, bit by bit, flushed and affronted and really pretty.
“You would?”
“I would,” Wilbur confirms. “Would you?”
A silence stretches the distance between them (Which isn’t much, right now,) and the brunet wonders if he’s made a mistake.
That is, until Q presses a kiss to his cheek.
Electricity shoots up Wilbur’s spine. “Oh.”
Q pulls back with an easy smirk, which should not drive Wilbur that crazy (but it does.)
“Meet me here tomorrow night, okay?”
“…And then I can kiss you?”
“And then I’ll give you my number,” Q chuckles.
“Oh,” Wilbur says again, feeling a little delirious. “Deal.”
They’re both grinning foolishly when Tommy begs that they go home. He’s complaining of “The Sniffles,” and Wilbur reprimands him about spending an hour in the water at night.
Q doesn’t say anything to him when he gets up to leave, just offering a half-hearted wave and a smile, but it’s enough to make Wilbur smile involuntarily.
They play a different song on the drive back. Phil reprimands them for getting sand in his car.
It’s fine. Wilbur will walk to the beach the next night, if he has to.
#tntober#tntduo#c!tntduo#quackbur#c!quackbur#dsmp#dreamsmp#dream smp#tntduo fic#tntduo fluff#tw ocean#tw beach#tw kiss#tw piercings#c!wilbur#c!wilbur soot#c!quackity
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WELL IF YOU INSIST- I WANT TO KISS THAT ELEGANT MOTHERFUCKER OF SCHILT DAMN IT
Of the Eight Judges, Hellbat Schilt excells best at kissing. His lips silk to touch, cotton against your fingertips. Moist, gentle mist, his most delicate parts bend to the one-of-a-kind youth whom holds his hidden heart.
Schilt is a grand monster to behold, but an even more gentle presence to love. The incredible amount of humanity Schilt shows contradicts his assigned title, no less stubborn than any other living being desperate to live.
A foe of many faces; Cold as ice, soft as fresh clouds with the grounded lifeforms he deems worthy of his mercy. One with jewelic nightfall, a free bird in the flock, swimming free like a leaf in the deep ocean sky.
Schilt is a sinster creature, the dark beast-well hidden between anicent, reploid ruins. Told in many old stories that keep the misbehaving childern of Neo Arcadia dead awake in pure terror; Afraid to be stolen, taken into the endless curtain black of the old, abandoned world. Destroyed, devastated beyond repair. Never to return home again.
He whispers a sweet summerbreeze that locks you in a devilish daze, the looming shadow beneath your cresent moons, parted open in curious anticipation, sealed under his supreme control.
Drinks your voice, your sounds, your moans like fine wine. Leaving not a single lonely drop untasted, unclean. Dripping a forbidden glazing on your ears, smelling of forest rain and fresh raked leaves.
Temptation, soul-sucking judgment, merciless in bringing down the hammer. He'd rather be with no one else than you, loyal as ever to the object of his affection. A devil, a bat, a blood drinking heathen of the deepest night.
Schilt is a divine, vampiric malice that won't let you go if you wander too far into the cave's darkness. He is very lovely to look at indeed, but also hungry. Tread carefully, God help you if Schilt wants you too much.
You can barely breathe by the time Schilt finishes, cocky about how fast you fall like a ragdoll into his awaiting arms. Gaze lost, staring deep at your whole world, the pretty pink star lonesome in pitch black all-consuming void only longing to eat you whole.
You melt like butter into his mouth, baren to the intense heat of his stronger body. Blood pumping and heart racing, Schilt can smell just how roused you are. But the fun shouldn't end so early, too soon. Especially when you're so exposed. Vulnerable to the predator before you, mindless silly putty on the ground.
How can a cat resist playing catch with the corpse of the mouse?
Your mouth empty, too empty even, begging to be devoured entirely. No one can ignore the call of the wild, the alluring invitation of willing prey.
Fangs grazing your bottom lip, threatening a pleasurable prick of pain. Claws below your chin, dragging across your throat like knives, digging lightly enough to not break skin.
Schilt savors you like your the last person on this ruined Earth, and he is determined to prove just how much you make him feel, how much a paindul day far apart from you does to him.
Weak in the knees, at the dark mercy of his sharp tongue, you know better then to ever underestimate the great bat. Without a thought spared you give onto him, to the devil and his filthy dirty promises; submitted forever in the trail of endless devoted smooches and love bites littered like polka dots on your naked flesh, intimate and forthcoming.
Beware the great bat.
Though he may kiss you, cherish you in ways you have only dreamed of, he will remain an eternal slave to his nature
and bite.
#ask#anon#anonymous#hellbat schilt#megaman zero#hellbat schilt x reader#schilt x reader#tw suggestive#tw kiss#tw kissing#megaman zero x reader#megaman z x reader#megaman#tw bite marks#tw biting
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Random ship writing prompt thing ig idk
Person A: *busts into a room* WHO EVER GIVES ME TWO DOLLARS RIGHT NOW GETS A KISS
Person B: *immediately slams down a five* that’ll be two and a kiss on the cheek
#Idk man#based on a daydream🤪#writing inspo#writing prompt#prompt#inspo#ship prompts#person a and person b#otp#your otp#my otp#Kiss tw#tw kiss
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F/O, playing a video game with S/I: What do you mean you're carrying me?
F/O: What's next? You're gonna gonna hold me gently? Gonna cradle my head in your hands? Are you gonna kiss me? Is that our strategy?
#f/o#self ship#selfship#selfshipping#selfship quotes#fictional other#f/o x s/i#kiss tw#tw kiss#cw kiss#kiss cw#kissing tw#tw kissing#cw kissing#kissing cw
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#f/o#selfship#selfshipping#f/o community#self ship#selfship community#selfshipping community#selfship meme#selfship memes#kiss tw#tw kiss#cw kiss#kiss cw#kissing tw#tw kissing#cw kissing#kissing cw
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Imagine « they’re not talking » but only for a week and then this happens:
Bonus
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#the power of kissing good.#little comic#headcanon#tw: kissing#procreate#my art
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What are you doing Amelia
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1-5 and 10-15 for the TV shows! :)
What's your favorite show?
Psych and Pushing Daisies
What's your favorite genre of show?
It's a genre I like to call Comedy Mystery (basically why I love the two above lol)
Episodic or serialized?
Serialized, but more hybrid usually.
Live action or animated?
I wrote this question but it is impossible to answer. I love both equally.
What's a TV show character that when you watch the show with others they all look at you anytime that character does anything and why?
Middle's Sue Heck and because she's a lot like me XD
What parasocial friendships do you have with tv show characters do you think you would actually have if these characters were real? (this question hurts to read)
Have a collection of gifts of people I think i would be friends with
Miranda (BBC Miranda)
Jess (New Girl)
April Ludgate (Parks and Rec)
Did I pick three people who remind me of my sister? Yes.
Also,
Troy and Abed (Community)
And
Uo, Hanna, and Tohru (Fruits Basket)
I wanna say Shawn and Gus, and like I would be friends with them but I think it would be less instant friendship than it would be with the above people.
What show emotionally wrecked you?
Fruits Basket maybe? I mean I've cried thinking about Momiji. Maybe the last season of Stranger Things?
I'm actually not sure tbh...
Tho, Twin Peaks emotionally wrecked me cuz it was a lot more scary than you realize when first watching (Not gonna watch anything besides the original tv show. No movies or third season for me, nope, nope, nope even if liked the of show, nope)
Favorite show as a child?
When I was really little I think it was Big Comfy Couch
But I remember being obsessed with Powerpuff Girls the most (Tho, I watched Psych technically when I was still a "kid," too. So...It's always Psych lol)
What canceled show deserves more seasons?
Pushing Daisies!!!
Also,
Merlin :( I need a modern reboot
Also, Limitless?
What's a character from a show you love that you just despise?
Stranger Things = Jonathan...But he was more bearable last season
Also, I don't like Mike or Nancy very much either.
Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist = Zoey sometimes ejnvfn like in the second season? Gosh, why did they do her dirty like that? Her character was likable ish in the first season.
Favorite TV couple or friendship?
Oh, tough. Shawn and Gus friendship wise for sure.
Also, love Michael and Eleanor from The Good Place as a father-daughter relationship.
Couple wise...
Tohru x Kyo?
Princess Jellyfish's Kuranosuke and Tsukimi?
Hori x Kashima from MGNK?
I think at this time, probably one of those.
Thank you! This was fun to answer!
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Tntober day 1; Music
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Ao3
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It was 4am. Wilbur definitely should not drive at 4am.
Which was why he had Quackity switch places with him.
Quackity sighed as he buckled himself in. “Was this all a ploy so you can choose the music for the rest of the drive?”
“Maybe,” Wilbur teased, bringing up Spotify on his phone and switching through playlists. “It’s your car, anyway.”
“Wilbur, I’m not listening to your bullshit playlists, it’s the same damn song on repeat.”
“The best kind of playlist.”
“Play one of mine.”
“I think not. You have the privilege of driving, I have the privilege of music.”
“The priv- the privilege of driving? Are you crazy? Look at this shit- we’re on the highway at 4am, right on the 60 mile speed limit-” He takes a sip of cherry cola and places it on the dashboard- “-because your dad’s gonna be pissed if he wakes up with you gone, and the brakes fuck me over every time I drive this damn car. We’re in a super speed death machine. I want to pick the fucking music.”
The cars around them slowed to a stop, and they found themselves at an intersection.
“And now we’re stuck in traffic.”
Wilbur winced. “I know I… shouldn’t have kept us out so late.”
“You shouldn’t have insisted we come out here in the first place. George lives a thousand fucking miles away, and his parties are just an excuse to wreck his mom’s house. We know this.” Quackity tapped on the steering wheel worriedly. “I know my parents won’t give a shit, but your dad’s got a curfew, and he already hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t like that you got in a fight with Techno.”
“Techno gave me a permanent face scar, I think that asshole maybe deserved-” Quackity cut himself off with Wilbur’s stern look. “Never mind. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Wilbur sighed, “He was being an asshole.”
Traffic didn’t move. There was a short silence between the teenagers. Quackity took another sip of his cherry cola.
“Hey, why don’t you pick the music,” Wilbur mumbled. He handed his phone over. “While you’ve stopped.”
Quackity took it from Wilbur’s hands with a quiet “Thanks.” Wilbur tried not to focus too much on his touch.
The car was cold, and Wilbur was colder. Quackity kept the fans on and pointed them towards himself because he was a demon with fire under his skin or something, and was constantly complaining about heat for no damn reason. He radiated warmth (in a lot of different ways.)
“Oh my god, your playlists are shit,” Quackity chuckled, and Wilbur smiled along, despite the personal offense he took to that. Quackity scrolled for a little bit before tapping something and handing the phone back to Wilbur.
The radio spurred to life. “Connected.” A rich, melodic tune started playing.
Wilbur checked his phone.
“This is the Romance playlist,” he laughed.
“Hm?”
“I said this is the Romance playlist, Q,” Wilbur repeated.
Quackity shrugged. “Didn’t even see it. I’m a simple man; I see Paramore, I click.”
“-not a walk in the park to love each other, but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.”
Wilbur turns off his phone and turns it over on his lap, staring out the passenger side window and trying to ignore the implications.
“-after all this time I’m still into you…”
The chorus came up, and it’s Wilbur’s favorite song, he swears, but he couldn’t find it in him to sing along. He worried about whether that would be awkward. (He only mouthed the words, just a little bit.)
That is, until Quackity starts mumbling the lyrics under his own strained breath, and things kind of devolve from there until they’re both belting the song at the top of their lungs.
Most songs from there on were ones both of them knew. Wilbur couldn’t tell you why, he doesn’t even remember where he heard the songs first, but it didn’t matter. Quackity was ecstatic about it.
Wilbur recognized a shattered streetlight through the hazy drizzle outside. They were almost home. He let a breath escape him and looked over at Quackity, who was singing along with a golden smile to a song Wilbur forgot the name of.
They pulled up to his house.
Quackity turned down the radio and ran a hand through his hair, careful not to disturb his beanie. “Alright. Good luck getting in.”
It was 5am then. The street was entirely dark except for a streetlight off in the distance. Wilbur didn’t move. He just looked at his friend for a bit.
Quackity downed the last of his cherry cola and stuffed it in a bag in the back seat before sitting up with a sigh. He caught Wilbur’s gaze.
Wilbur had no idea what song was playing softly, distortedly, through the speakers when he leaned over the center console to kiss Quackity, and he never will. He’ll only remember cherry cola, cold air, and his friend’s shocked, flushed expression when Wilbur opened the door and stepped out of the car.
#tntober#tntduo#c!tntduo#c!quackbur#quackbur#oneshot prompts#writing prompts#tntduo fluff#tw food#tw kiss#tw car#its not my best but the prompts just came out today so. i tried lmao#hope im using the right tags#dsmp#dream smp#dsmp shipping#c!wilbur soot#c!quackity
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so how about that durge
#tw blood#bg3#baldur's gate 3#astarion#halsin silverbough#the dark urge#durgestarion#if you know the song we can kiss on the mouth#this is ashe he’s a terrible creature#the bardiest bard to ever bard who makes astarion look SUNKISSED#he really said ‘if i have to be murder incarnate i should at least do it with style and panache’#my guy killed an elder brain and several gods in heels and corseted to hell#fun fact: before i played durge. didn't know about the bhaalspawn thing#accidentally made the most bhaalspawn looking fuck i possibly could
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