“i’m a prince(ss) & you’re the daughter/son of the royal head of security but i didn’t know that until after we hooked up one night oops” au
“i can’t believe i get to interview the royal family this is my big break but oH MY GOD why is the prince(ss) looking at me like that fml s/he’s hot” au
“we’re both royalty & our parents are pushing us into marriage & even though we’re lowkey into each other we don’t wanna give them the satisfaction” au
“i undertook a false identity to get an american college education but someone figured out my secret am i screwed or what” au
“i’m a commoner who ended up in a relationship with a prince(ss) but the queen hates m oh god will i be sentenced to death i’m too young to die” au
“how did i end up sleeping with my hot bodyguard” au
“one day i’m on a class trip & the next i’m sneaking away from the rest of the group to hang out with a member of the royal family lol no biggie” au
im scared to talk to 100% of my mutuals for fear of rejection and also lack of ability to hold a conversation so if we;ve ever talked and i leave ya hangin kno its cause!! im shy!!!!!! n if we havent kNOW THAT I WANT TO IM JUST!!!!!! S H Y !!!!!!!!!!
Some people use a lot of text when writing to show their muse’s mental state, some use it purely because their muse is talkative. But when things like that happen, some people stress over whether or not they should match length and it can be the reason some people have problems replying to things.
You do not need to match my length. My muses get lost in their heads/like to talk/just end up making me write a lot.
Write whatever you are comfortable with, because this is supposed to be fun and you should never be pressured to meet the length of your partner. Do what you want to, and hopefully by reblogging this, the mun of this blog will do the same.
You know you worked too much this last summer when you recognize the design of something and can remember the design name and the company it comes from….
From Arrow 6×14 when Felicity & William are baking cookies ft. “Sweet Ride” Apron.
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t have?” He asked, genuinely curious. Tom was a pretty open guy, and not really one to say no to really, anything, unless it involved the safety of him or his loved ones. He was definitely a ‘yes’ man, and that was most definitely one of his faults. His face scanned hers, watching her closely. As she took a deep breath, Tom watched where her hands went. He knew a severe injury just by looking at the amount of blood that covered her clothes and hand. Tom rushed to her side, peeling his sweatshirt off to put pressure on the wound. “First of all, don’t touch it. Second of all,
you need to lay down. Like, now. You’re lucky your blood pressure hasn’t bottomed out. Third,
this is a severe GSW, and you expect me to take care of it out here? You probably need surgery, especially if you’re bleeding this much.” Tom had been trained in combat medicine when he was in the Marines, but that didn’t mean he could perform surgery. He was only a paramedic. “When did this happen? How long have you been shot?”
Cara never answered him because, with her wound revealed, he was suddenly rushing toward her and her hand tightened around the gun in preparation for an attack. …But it didn’t come. He didn’t take advantage of the fact that she was weaker than normal, that she was vulnerable. Instead, he was pulling off his sweatshirt to press to the wound, and a low groan escaped her lips at the contact. “…You want me to sit down, fine. But we’re going to have to move together.” For multiple reasons now. “And if I could dial 911 or walk into a hospital, do you honestly think I would’ve kidnapped a paramedic? This was my only option. So I live here, or I die here.” He then asked when she was shot, and she murmured, “Same time you picked up the girl.” Cara had stayed hidden, keeping an eye on Lilah and watching him with her in turn.
She thought he was kind.
She’d been bleeding for that long, yet she was still conscious? His mind was racing, doing calculations of how much blood she might’ve lost already. He wasn’t going to let this woman die. “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you. I’ll take care of you,” Tom’s voice was soft and caring, his words gentle as he tried to comfort the woman who was currently bleeding out. One of his hands kept pressure on her side, the other cradled her as he helped her lay on the sleeping bag. “Here. Hold this. Firm, okay? I know it hurts, but you need to hold it tight.” Tom nodded to the woman before turning and grabbing the lantern, turning it on as bright as possible. The bleeding wasn’t as bad as he originally thought, but it wasn’t great either. He pulled the duffel close and unzipped it, pulling items out until he found what he was looking for. First aid kit – a well stocked one, at that. “You know, you can drop the gun. I’m not going to run, I’m not letting you die.”
Cisco backup 