111. Its easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission.”
112. “I can’t help it when you’re all I think about.”
113. “I never said I wanted this.”
114. “I’m having a hard time processing all of this.”
115. “What have you done.”
116. “How did we end up here?”
117. “You don’t have to do this alone.”
118. “I wanna feel something.”
119. “What if I’m the one we need saving from?”
120. “You left!”
121. “Do you have any idea on what you’ve done?”
122. “It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I don’t know what to do about it anymore.”
123. “The world could be burning and I still wouldn’t give a fuck.”
124. “All I ever wanted was to be happy, but it appears that’s too much to ask for.”
125. “I wish I could say there was a way to make this all better, but there’s not.”
126. “You took my heaven away and didn’t think that I wouldn’t go looking for revenge?”
127. “So, you kidnapped me.”
128. “Is that a threat?” “Its a promise.”
129. “I don’t think you want to give me a reason to go off the deep end.”
130. “If this is what love is, than I don’t want it.”
131. “I know you are awake.”
132. “Oh yeah, and what is it that you’re going to do to me exactly?”
133. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that right?”
134. “I don’t think you realize just how tempting you are.”
135. “Do your worst.”
136. “Mind if I join you?”
137. “You should wear my clothes more often.”
138. “Not everyone is out to get you.”
139. “I’d like to see you try.”
140. “I don’t have time for this.”
141. “Make me.”
142. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”
143. “We’re not just friends and you know it.”
144. “Going somewhere?”
145. “Stay, please.”
146. “Will you just look at me?”
147. “Do you want me to leave?”
148. “Will you hold me?”
149. “Give me a chance.”
150. “I’ve loved you for a thousand lifetimes and I will love you for a thousand more.”
If you are under the age of 18, DO NOT use any of these prompts for smut purposes, you will be blocked if I see it.
One more set of promts for a little variety!!!
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND IF YOU ASK FOR READER, I WRITE FTM READER (I am trying to make some of them as gender neutral as possible, but that’s what I write so )
I was in a show. Then I got broken up with (I never take that well). Then, I got cast as Patrick in Spongebob The Musical (on top of doing hair and makeup). THEN, my job really started sucking … so I’ve been incredibly stressed to say the least.
But I really want to finish Little Dragon. So I’m going to. I’ll post when there are chapters, though they won’t be as frequent, they are coming.
Quite a few people are asking when Little Dragon is getting an update. Here’s the rundown:
1. I’m in a theater production that goes up this weekend so I’m a bit stretched for time, but once this week is over, I’ll be free until next weekend
2. The fan response for Simona has been AMAZING … like y’all love her … so I’m considering reworking her part in the original plan for the story because it was … unpleasant to say the least. Like for real … if y’all knew my original plan for her you guys would not be okay
Rest assured it is coming soon though!!!! ❤️ you guys!!!!
Sorry for being so quiet, ya boi is moving this weekend and has done literally zero prep, so I’m trying to panic pack. Soon as I’m good, I’ll post like four chapters and a few one shots, I promise! Love you guys!
Another long story! A sort of slow burn as a selkie learns to trust, and an exuberant elf who tries to win them over. Old clothes made new. swamps. House boats! It’s a queer romance to help with your holiday woes.
Female Main Character (Trans) x Female Monster (cis)
It was disgusting. This ratty, almost skin like thing that I had found. I guess it had gotten kicked up from the gutter or tossed out from the trash bin, but it had found its way onto my stoop. It may have been a coat at one time, I’m not sure. It certainly had all the characteristics of clothing, it had just been through everything by the looks of it.
I’m not sure why I felt so bad for it. After all it should have just been garbage to me. But there was this little- I’m not sure what I would call it, maybe a spark. I felt a spark for this discarded piece of trash, and that spark told me to keep it around. I left it to soak in some soapy water while I went out for groceries, hoping it would help with some of the ick that permeated it.
When I got home the sink was completely brown, I almost thought that the thing has dissolved. Once I pulled it out I was surprised to see it was almost black. There were still spots where it was patchy and dirty, but all the grime on it had it looking gray and crusty. I gave it a good hand wash, afraid of what putting it through the washing machine would do.
Once it was dried, I was relieved I kept it. Something told me that someone was missing this discarded piece of clothing. I only hoped that I could find whoever it belonged to so I could return it. I washed it again a couple of days later and gave it a good box dye. The black looked so faded and sun damaged I thought it could use a refresher. I hung it out on my porch so it could get some sun, and in the light it looked so much prettier, although I noticed some spots where it would have to be patched and fixed. I had an old coat I never wore anymore anyways, I rarely wore much black these days. I could probably just take the lining out of it and sew it into this coat and it would look good as new.
Steven Grant x Transmasc!Reader, Marc Spector x Transmasc!Reader
A/N:Moon dividers by @/firefly-graphics.MINORS DNI! Usage of ’and’ as well as ’&’ is intentional. Steven is a tour guide & reader has a pet cat! This fic takes place a little while after Moon Knight (hence his bed not being surrounded by sand etc etc). I do not have DID so if my interpretation does not seem accurate that is why & you are more than welcome to tell me how to remedy it! All I ask is that you’re kind about it.
Summary: What started off as a normal day turned into the worse day of your entire life.
Word Count:2178
Note: This fic will be written through the lens of transmasculine reader who is not on hormones nor has he had surgeries because that relates to me & how I experience being transmasculine okay? okay. Feel free to read the note left on the last fic if you have a problem with that, otherwise, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Hurt/comfort, whump, depictions of anxiety, crying, kidnapping, graphic depictions of violence, blood, Steven & Marc get pissed off, Khonshu encourages Marc to be more violent than he usually is, someone gets killed (not you or the boys), Marc & Steven panicking when they see blood running down your face, Marc runs you a bath like Billy Russo did for Dinah only Marc isn’t a rat bastard, Cuddling, Marc & Steven being protective
Other notes: Please do not steal my moodboard! Please reblog my work if you enjoy it!!
Something’s felt off about today but you can’t quite place your finger on it. It’s like everything or someonehas been watching your every move for the last few hours since you’ve been out well past work hours.
Pushing your shopping cart you hum a tune to yourself as you plop things into it. Checking your phone periodically to make sure you have everything you came for smiling when a text from steven appeared up top. He’s just reminding you of your date tomorrow & telling you how excited he is to see you despite seeing you & kissing your face at work today.
Your trip was short & the way home was even shorter until it wasn’t. Everything was fine until it wasn’t, you felt safe until you weren’t, you felt every mixture of fear you could muster when a shadow moved in the corner of your eye. Keeping yourself calm you set your groceries down & headed for the door shooting Steven a text that you were coming over & that if you weren’t there in five minutes he needed to call the police, but when he tried calling you in a panic you didn’t answer.
