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For all your rarepair, not-so-rarepair, platonic, and angsty needs.

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Hold the fuck up; there’s black people in the Attack On Titan universe?

We really are in the final season.

[tiddiebaby-deactivated20210816]

Yeah apparently there are…. i don’t like how they’re illustrated here. I always thought the creator/show was sus

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Could you explain to me what the problem is with the way they're illustrated?

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Handcrafted

Hilda was practically squirming in her chair watching Marianne open the box she had handed her. She had worked so hard on its contents (which said a lot, since she hated hard work.) She couldn't imagine how Marianne would react; this was the first time she had given her a handcrafted gift in person since their academy days. Hilda felt a warm feeling form in her chest as she watched Marianne smile at the box in her hands before looking up at her. Marianne averted her gaze almost instantly, wiping her eyes.

"Well, what do you say?" Hilda asked.

She could hear her heart pounding in her ears; she thought her heart would jump right out of her chest and land on the table in front of them. The anticipation was eating away at her, killing her slowly. Marianne's eyes met Hilda's as she calmed herself down.

"Of course!"

Your Honor, they're sapphic!! I love their paired ending with my whole heart 😭 something about it just makes me feel so goddamn soft

On another note, uh 👉🏽👈🏽 credits would be appreciated if you used this writing prompt.

Post Date: 23.1.2021

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Stay

She couldn't believe that she was just laying there, allowing this to happen. Ingrid silently stared up at Dorothea as the girl sitting on her stomach began to apply makeup to her normally bare face. The entire situation was unbelievable, truthfully; Ingrid's father had finally convinced her to meet a suitor, and Dorothea was helping her get dolled up for the occasion (while listening to her vent.) As Ingrid looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but sigh. Dorothea snaked her arms around Ingrid's waist from behind, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Y'know," Dorothea started, "you don't have to go. You can stay with me."

Anyways they're sapphic 🏃🏽‍♀️💨 I saw this pic and was like, "Haha, that's Ingrid and Thea." :')

On another note, uh 👉🏽👈🏽 credits would be appreciated if you used this writing prompt.

Post Date: 14.1.2021

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The Burn in His Cheeks

Indulging in things like romantic love was a choice only fools made. Chasing after someone in hopes that your feelings would be reciprocated was nothing more than a useless frivolity. Felix found that romance was a waste of time. His time was better spent training or on the battlefield, and so that's how he spent his time. Tirelessly hacking away at training dummies and defeating anyone in his path, he hoped it would help the burn in his cheeks die down, but as he watched Bernadetta scuttle around the training grounds in hopes that no one would notice her, he realized that he couldn't avoid the feeling until he avoided her.

If anyone who knows me knows that I'm absolute felibern trash 🏃🏽‍♀️💨 I fricking love these two dummies. This can, of course, be substituted with any characters, but like I really like Felix x Bernadetta so I had to hit y'all with a felibern prompt.

On another note, uh 👉🏽👈🏽 credits would be appreciated if you used this writing prompt.

Post Date: 13.1.2021

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Late Night Stroll (FE3H SPOILERS)

Dimitri had asked Sylvain to stop staying out so late, but the last thing Sylvain could do was sleep; not after what he did to his brother. There were so many things that Miklan had done wrong up to his death, but he understood. The jealousy, the rage, the despair— he had never felt the way Miklan had felt, but he understood. That's why he couldn't sleep. And so, he roamed the town, listening to the women of the night and chatting back with a honeyed grin in hopes that the guilt that ate away at him ravenously would eventually stop.

OKAY SO— This was based on Sylvain and Dimitri's C support and like- I got it after doing the mission for Miklan (I probs got it sooner than that but I'm really bad at checking supports lmao) so I was like "fanfic idea??" 10/10 might somehow manage to involve fem!byleth >:))

On another note, uh 👉🏽👈🏽 credits would be appreciated if you used this writing prompt.

Post Date: 4.1.2021

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Pity Party

Bernadetta's birthday was right around the corner. It was her first year on her own, and it was the first year where she could finally make her own decisions. Did she want a party? She never had one before; her parents didn't allow it. To answer the question, the obvious answer was no. However, that answer didn't sit right with her. She enjoyed the feeling of being alone, but coming to college made her discover a new feeling that she didn't like: loneliness. And so, against her better judgement, she began to make party invitations. Nervousness crept up on her the more she wrote, and before she knew it, it had swallowed her whole. With her birthday finally arriving and the invitations still on her living room table, Bernadetta didn't know what to do with herself.

FIRST POST >:DD this prompt popped up in my head at like 3 am while I was listening to Pity Party by Melanie Martinez. It took me like— three days to get the courage to actually post this lmao. My whole idea for this was that Bernie got too nervous to actually give out the invitations, but it didn't matter because people who probably have supports with her show up to her home anyways like "HAPPY BIRTHDAY >:D" whilst she's crying on the floor over her own patheticness. Also, when I write this out, will I somehow manage to make it a felibern fanfic? Absolutely <3

On another note, uh 👉🏽👈🏽 credits would be appreciated if you used this writing prompt.

Post date: 24.12.2020