Hearth of the Horde: Anya's Anomaly
Make a oc in the 100 who is 6 foot 2 inches and muscular and a good fighter and a good shot and he is a grounder and very good looking and have him have a harem that starts with Anya and Lexa and have it start at the beginning of the show when the 100 are coming back to earth
The Prodigal Son's Reckoning
Hiccup not forgiving berk for how they treated him after the red death leaves years later berk and it’s allies gather to discuss a new threat drago one chief said he hired professional help and introduces hiccup
Wings of the Empire
Hiccup leaves berk and starts an empire and then takes over berk
The Prodigal Dragon Master
Hiccup leaves berk because of how he’s treated and comes back years later and takes it over
The Unforgiven Horizon
Hiccup leaves berk after the first movie still dosent forgive anyone
The Unspoken Spark
Astrid knows hiccup has a crush on her
Taming the Heart
Httyd astrid uses hiccup for his crush on her
The Hiccup Whisperer
Astrid wants answer for how hiccup got so good and she uses his crush on her against him
Dragonfire and Daydreams
Astrid flirts with hiccup during first movie
The Blushing Blacksmith
Astrid flirts with hiccup during first movie
A Day Beyond the Sun
Rtte longest day Astrid and hiccup
The First Tease
Astrid knows hiccup likes her and teases him first movie
Dragon Tamer's Heart
Astrid seduces hiccup
The Unspoken Spark
Astrid knows hiccup has a crush on her shortly after the first movie
Dragonfire and Destiny
Hiccup and Astrid after the first movie
Bagnato e desiderio
voglio che la storia sia il più realistica possibile senza usare terminologie da romanzo scritta in modo diretto e in italiano . i protagonisti siamo io e damiano, il mio ragazzo dolcissimo con dei riccioli morbidi, tatuato, con fisico e mascella scolpita. amiamo chiamarci con nomignoli dolci: lui mi chiama piccolina e io lo chiamo papi. nella scena io sto guardando un film sul letto mentre lui é α farsi la doccia e quando esce con i riccioli umidi e un asciugamano legato in vita che lasciano intravedere la v pronunciata e le vene mi eccito immediatamente
Queen Bee's Sweet Sting
This is the incredibly sexy love story of a (usually)mean cheerleader named “queen” Beatrice(anthropomorphic bee/hourglass figure/wide hips/big boobs/big ass/skinny waist/honey addict/has mandibles and antenna/big thorax and stinger/dumb bimbo), and the human boy she bullies named Scott(brown hair/math prodigy/pale skin/black hair/genuinely a nice guy till someone pisses him off.) [Note to the A.I.: you are free to use profanity/swears/dirty language if you want].
Clash of Shadows
He’s Yami Sukehiro—gruff, sarcastic, deadly in combat, and the type to call out nonsense without hesitation. She’s sharp, confident, and unafraid to test limits, quietly dangerous in a way that piques his curiosity. From the first encounter, they clash—sometimes sparring words, sometimes testing each other’s patience—but neither can ignore the magnetism pulling them closer. It’s a slow burn. Every glance, every challenge, every subtle act is a game of push and pull. She intrigues him because she isn’t easily read; he captivates her because his presence is a storm she can’t predict. Together, they navigate a tension that’s electric, addictive, and borderline dangerous, learning the edges of control and obsession with every encounter. In a world of magic and chaos, their connection isn’t love—it’s fascination. It’s a dance along the line of danger, a slow unraveling of restraint, and a magnetic collision that neither expected…or can resist. Push. Pull. Challenge. Observe. The slow burn is inevitable, and the obsession—mutual.
Smallville Scandal: The Forbidden Harvest
Smallville Clark Kent and older married woman in the bedroom making spice and the kid sees them together
Smallville Scandal: When the Hero's Secret Shatters a Home
Smallville Clark Kent and older married mother in the bedroom and kids sees them together
Through the Keyhole
Smallville Clark Kent and older married mother are together late at night but they don’t know the kid can see them through the door
The Once and Future Crow
When Jon snow was 10 he disappeared randomly, and ended up in old England times. And ended up being sir gallahad of the round table. And after Arthur died and Camelot fell. He returned in the day of the royal family visiting winter fell. He arrived on full armor and stuff.
Shattered Innocence
Sixteen-year-old Ellie and her 20-year-old boyfriend, Martin, were returning home after Ellie had spent the weekend at her boyfriend's house when Ellie found her father on the living room sofa, feeling very bad because he had overdosed on alcohol and cocaine. Ellie panicked, and Martin tried to calm her down and help
Spartani sobri nella tenda del caos ateniese
Re Leonida e jl nobile Aristarchos sono due spartani che hanno combattuto a Maratona a fianco degli ateniesi Beccato che dopo la vittoria gli ateniesi fanno baldoria e scoppia qualche casinò arrivando anche a ubriacarsi Centrano in pieno la tenda dei due spartani
Papi e la piccolina influenzata
voglio che la storia sia il più realistica possibile senza usare terminologie da romanzo scritta in modo diretto in italiano. i protagonisti siamo io e damiano, il mio ragazzo dolcissimo con dei riccioli morbidi, tatuato, con fisico e mascella scolpita. amiamo chiamarci con nomignoli dolci: lui mi chiama piccolina e io lo chiamo papi. nella scena io sono influenzata però ho caldissimo e voglio accendere il condizionatore visto che ne sono dipendente e gli chiedo di accenderlo con la voce dolce e lui inizialmente mi risponde dolce e delicato per non farmi rimanere male ma poi visto che inizio ad insistere tanto diventa un po’ più duro
The Duke's Shy Muse
Adélaïde was a young beautiful girl . She lost her parents early and was adopted by a wealthy family who had a daughter. Adelaide was grateful and treated the daughter as her sister but it wasn’t mutual she felt more like a servant. She was known as shy , awkward and solitary but it was what everyone thought since no one has never taken the time to get to know her .she wasn’t superficial she was simple ,humble and liked helping.she loved her books and had a passion for painting and making gowns. As the season began she thought the attention would ably be on her sister which she was grateful for . But she caught the interest of the powerful mysterious Duke, who was everyone fantasy including her sister …..drama,jealousy,heartbreak and passionate love is all in the story
Whispers of a Tarnished Rose
Adélaïde was a shy and beautiful young girl .taken into a wealthy family after her parents died, she was a hars
The Duke's Solitary Obsession
Adélaïde was a young and beautiful girl who lost her parents early in life .she was then taken into custody by a wealthy noble family who had a daughter. Adelaide treated her as a sister grateful for the family but it was mutual. She was shy, awkward and liked her solitude or at least that is what everyone thought she was like since no one never took the time to get to know her. As the new season began she exepted the attention to be solely on her sister but she caught the interest of the powerful and mysterious Duke resulting in tension and drama….
The Solitary Sister's Shadow
It is situated in the regency era . Adelaide a young woman has lost her parents really early and was taken by a noble family.they had a daughter with whom Adelaide grew up and treated as a sister but it wasn’t mutual.Adelaide was strange to everyone else and liked her solitude .she excepted the attention to her on her sister for this season but the most powerful duke had taken an interest in her resulting in drama jealousy….
Between Scans and Scenes
Juliana was born Dec 28th 1997 in Minneapolis minnesota. She moved to a small town in Mexico when she was 6 months old and lived there until she was 4. When she was 4 she moved back to minnesota to start school. Julianna was always gifted, she skipped a few grades and at the age 15, Julianna was the first to graduate high school in her family as the 3rd child. She graduated high School as Valedictorian with a 4.3 GPA. Having graduated 3 years early, Julianna moved onto pursuing her studies at St. Catherine’s University in St.Paul, Mn. She majored in Sonography and minored in Spanish interpretation. She then Graduated College with 2 Bachelor’s. Becoming the first person in her family to not only graduate college but to also earn a bachelor’s degree. She continued to work at a hospital as an ultrasound technician and also working in schools and other medical facilities for english & spanish translations. after 2 years of working in hospitals and school, Julianna decided she wanted to pursue acting “just for fun”. she auditioned for “The Hate You Give” as an extra, and landed the role as an officer. Julianna has not ended her career in sonography, only picking up shifts when necessary. She only does interpreting for her family and friends, and castmates/coworkers/colluges now. Julianna met Drew at a table reading for “The Hate you Give”. She was 22, he was 26. Drew and Julianna became best friends within those couple weeks of filming. While Julianna only aimed and landed for small roles, as her acting career was just for fun, she later went on to play Juliette Brielle Rutledge on netflix’s Outerbanks, Zoey Langford on The other Zoey, Maddie Nears on School Spirits, Mary in journey to Bethlehem, and Maria Alexander in Control Z. (NOT IN ORDER). Drew and Julianna are best friends, who have feeling for each other, they go on “dates”, and hang out, and hook up(every one in a while). While their relationship is not public, there are many speculations.
Crimson Whispers in the Blue The bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit hummed with the low thrum of focused energy, a stark contrast to the grim task at hand. Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner stood before the team’s central board, a series of crime scene photos depicting a level of brutality that made even seasoned agents pause. The victims, all young women, were posed with a chilling, almost reverent care, their bodies arranged in serene tableaus that belied the violence that had ended their lives. “Alright, listen up,” Hotchner’s voice, gravelly and authoritative, cut through the murmur. “We have three victims in three weeks, all within a thirty-mile radius of the I-95 corridor in Virginia. The unsub is highly organized, ritualistic. He’s not just killing them; he’s creating a display.” Derek Morgan, leaning against a desk with his arms crossed, frowned. “The posing is clean, almost artistic. No signs of a struggle at the dump sites. He’s transporting them, spending time with them post-mortem.” “The ligature marks are consistent,” Dr. Spencer Reid added, his words tumbling out in a rapid, informative stream. “A half-inch nylon rope, commercially available. But the cause of death is exsanguination. He’s draining them, and forensics confirms he’s keeping the blood. The ritualistic element suggests he may believe he’s purifying them, or perhaps preserving their essence.” Emily Prentiss, studying the photos with a sharp eye, pointed to one of the images. “He’s washing them. Their hair is clean, their skin. There’s a maternal, caretaker aspect warring with the profound violence. He sees them as sullied and is cleansing them for his… collection.” Jennifer Jareau, from her post near Hotchner, summarized for the report she’d soon be distributing. “So we’re looking for a white male, late twenties to forties, with a private space where he can hold his victims and perform these rituals. He likely has a career that affords him control or involves cleanliness—a mortuary assistant, a janitor, a detail-oriented tradesperson.” The door to the bullpen swung open, and Penelope Garcia burst in, a whirlwind of colorful fabric and urgency, her heels clicking a staccato rhythm on the floor. “My tech-wizards and I have been scouring the databases, and we’ve got a potential geographic profile. The epicenter seems to be a public park in Arlington, a popular spot for college students and young adults. It’s a hunting ground.” “Good work, Garcia,” Hotchner said. “Morgan, Prentiss, I want you at the park. Blend in, observe. Reid, dig deeper into the ritualistic symbolism. JJ, coordinate with local PD. Dave, you’re with me; we’ll re-interview the families, see if there’s a connection we missed.” As the team dispersed, a figure stepped hesitantly into the space they had just vacated. The shift in the room’s atmosphere was palpable, a sudden, quiet intake of breath. It was Anastasia. She seemed to absorb the light, a vision of dark, enchanting allure that momentarily stalled the grim proceedings. Her hair was a cascade of scarlet, a river of blood-red silk that fell in soft waves around a face of flawless porcelain. Her eyes, a striking, crystalline blue, were wide and held a gentle curiosity. Full, glossed lips curved into a shy, dimpled smile as she tucked a strand of that brilliant hair behind a delicate ear. Dressed in a thin, navy blue tank top with spaghetti straps that clung to her slim, toned frame, and simple black cotton shorts, she was a study in contrasts—both adorable and profoundly sensual. Her defined waist and the soft curve of her hips were emphasized by her simple outfit, and her petite stature made her seem even more youthful than her eighteen years. “Um, excuse me?” Her voice was as soft as a sunbeam, a bubbly, gentle tone that filled the space. “I was told to report here? My social worker said the FBI had some questions for me?” Garcia, who had been packing her laptop, looked up and her jaw nearly dropped. “Oh, my glittery goddess. Hello, sunshine. You must be Anastasia. I’m Penelope Garcia, the magical oracle of this den of handsome profilers.” Anastasia’s smile widened, a genuine, humble gesture that lit up her entire face. “It’s so nice to meet you. This place is… impressive.” Hotchner and Rossi, who had been about to leave, turned. Hotchner’s expression was unreadable, but Rossi offered a kind, avuncular smile. “Anastasia? I’m SSA David Rossi, and this is Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. We appreciate you coming in. We understand you frequent Jameson Park?” Anastasia nodded, her red waves bouncing softly. “Yes, sir. Almost every day. I like to read there. It’s peaceful.” From his desk, Spencer Reid watched her, his analytical mind whirring. Her posture was open, non-threatening. The cadence of her speech suggested high intelligence and a lack of guile. She exuded an aura of pure, unadulterated sunshine, a stark antithesis to the darkness they were hunting. “We’re investigating some incidents in that area,” Hotchner explained, his voice carefully neutral. “We’d like you to be extra cautious. We can have an agent accompany you if you plan to go back.” Before Anastasia could respond, Morgan and Prentiss re-entered, having grabbed their go-bags. “Woah,” Morgan breathed, stopping in his tracks. He offered her his most charming smile. “Hey there. Derek Morgan.” “Hi,” Anastasia replied, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink that complemented her subtle blush. “I’m Anastasia.” Prentiss gave a small, professional smile, though her eyes were assessing. “Emily Prentiss. You’re the witness?” “I guess so,” Anastasia said softly. “I just go to the park to read.” Reid finally approached, a book on comparative religious symbology tucked under his arm. “The statistical probability of being targeted in a public space like Jameson Park, while low, increases for individuals who exhibit a pattern of predictable, solitary behavior. Your routine could make you a potential target for a hunter-type offender.” Anastasia blinked her striking blue eyes, taking in the rapid-fire information. “Oh. I… I never thought of that. You’re very smart.” Reid adjusted his tie, a slight, pleased flush on his own cheeks. “I have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and can read 20,000 words per minute.” “That’s incredible,” she said, her admiration seeming utterly genuine and humble. Hotchner intervened, the case pressing on his mind. “Anastasia, until we have this individual in custody, we are assigning you a protective detail. Morgan, Prentiss, you’re on the park detail. Anastasia, you’ll go with them, but you are to stay in their sight at all times. Understood?” “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice a soft whisper of gratitude. The scene at Jameson Park was deceptively tranquil. Sunlight dappled through the old oak trees, and the air was filled with the sounds of chirping birds and distant laughter. Anastasia sat on a blanket, a book of poetry open in her lap, her scarlet hair a vibrant splash of color against the green grass. She looked every bit the angelic figure her description promised, a beacon of innocence and light. Morgan and Prentiss flanked her from a discreet distance, pretending to be a couple on a stroll, their eyes constantly scanning the environment. “She’s like a walking target,” Morgan muttered to Prentiss, his protective instincts on high alert. “That hair, that… everything. If our guy is looking for an angel to ‘purify,’ she fits the profile perfectly.” “I know,” Prentiss agreed quietly. “He’s here. I can feel it. He’s watching the show.” Back at the BAU, the pieces were finally clicking into place. Garcia’s voice came through the comms, sharp with excitement. “Boy Wonder was right! The ritualistic washing, the bloodletting—it’s a perversion of an obscure purification rite from a defunct religious sect. The sect believed that scarlet-haired women were vessels for celestial energy! Our unsub isn’t just cleaning them; he’s trying to harvest their ‘purity’!” Reid’s voice followed, breathless. “And the geographic profile was wrong. The epicenter isn’t the park itself; it’s the water treatment facility adjacent to it. He works there! He has access to industrial cleaning supplies and, more importantly, complete privacy.” Hotchner’s voice was a command over the radio. “Morgan, Prentiss, get Anastasia out of there now. The unsub is Leonard Fisk, a supervisor at the Arlington Water Reclamation Plant. He’s likely on his lunch break, which is why he’s at the park scouting.” At that moment, Anastasia looked up from her book, her sensitive nature picking up on the sudden tension in her guardians. Her blue eyes widened as she saw a man in a maintenance worker’s uniform walking purposefully toward a secluded grove of trees, a large duffel bag in his hand. He was staring directly at a solitary girl with brown hair, his gaze intense and predatory. Without a second thought, driven by a selfless courage that belied her soft-spoken nature, Anastasia stood up. “Hey!” she called out, her voice clear and bright, cutting through the park’s ambience. “Excuse me, sir? I think you dropped this.” She held up a non-existent item, her entire being a distraction. The man, Leonard Fisk, froze, his attention ripped from his intended victim and locked onto the stunning girl with the blood-red hair—the ultimate prize his twisted ritual demanded. Morgan and Prentiss were already moving. “Anastasia, get down!” Morgan yelled, his weapon drawn as he identified himself as FBI. Fisk’s eyes glinted with a mad fervor. He saw Anastasia not as a person, but as the perfect, angelic vessel. He dropped his bag and lunged toward her. But Anastasia didn’t flinch. She stood her ground, a petite, sensual silhouette against the green, her angelic face set with a determination that shocked both agents. As Fisk reached for her, Prentiss tackled him from the side, bringing him to the ground with a grunt, while Morgan swiftly cuffed him, his body shielding Anastasia. It was over in seconds. Later, back at the Quantico headquarters, the team decompressed. The unsub was in custody, his "sanctuary" at the water plant yielding a treasure trove of evidence. Anastasia was giving her final statement to JJ, her voice still soft but steady. “I just couldn’t let him get to that other girl. I had to do something.” JJ smiled warmly. “You were incredibly brave, Anastasia. You saved a life today.” As she prepared to leave, the team gathered to see her off. Garcia gave her a tight, sparkly hug. “You, my crimson-haired angel, are officially my new favorite person.” Morgan winked. “You’ve got guts, kid. I like it.” Reid adjusted his sleeves. “Your actions, while statistically risky, were morally commendable and ultimately tactically sound as a diversion.” Rossi patted her shoulder gently. “You have a good heart.” Even Hotchner offered a rare, slight smile. “Thank you for your help, Anastasia. Stay safe.” Anastasia looked at each of them, her dimples showing as she beamed, a ball of sunshine once more, her dark allure now intertwined with the undeniable light of a hero. “Thank you, all of you. For everything.” And as she walked away, her scarlet hair flowing behind her like a banner, she left an indelible mark on the entire BAU team—a reminder that even in their world of profound darkness, angels could indeed walk among them.
original character Anastasia is gonna be Alison Botha (so don’t mention Alison because her new name is Anastasia.) Write a fanfic. (mention ALL characters make it LONG and DETAILED)( AND DONT ASK ME ANY QUESTION JUST WRITE FANFIC) Criminal Minds x oc. (Characters: Aaron Hotchner Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Emily Prentiss Jennifer Jareau Penelope Garcia David Ross) Anastasia is 18, She exudes an air of dark, enchanting allure—her long, flowing scarlet blood red hair cascading in soft waves around a porcelain face. Her full, glossy lips with soft dimples on her cheek and striking blue eyes create a captivating contrast, framed by delicately defined lashes and subtle blush. Dressed in a navy blue thin tight low cut tank top with spaghetti straps, and thin black cotton booty shorts. She is a girl with the looks and personality of an Angel. She has a slim and toned figure. She has a defined waist, and her outfit emphasizes her curves. Shes usually shorter than people her age and adorable and sensual. Shes soft spoken bubbly and a ball of sunshine as well as really humble. The BAU is on a new case ….
Spartan Steel, Athenian Silk
Arketya of Sparta x Seyra of Athens.
Snuggles and Sage Mode
Jiraiya and Naruto cufdling in their shared futon (established relationship)
Afro Hearts and Hidden Hurts
Valentine, a beautiful black woman with a red Afro, a chubby body, but yet pillowy breasts and perfect rear , is bullied by a basic jock named Marco, but Marco secretly is in love with her, torn between bullying her or loving her
Secret Adoration
Conner and halo are guys, Conner bullies halo, but in private? They’re lovers, making out until dawn, halo likes when Conner bullies him
Elven Embrace
2 boys, Conner x femelf, nsfw
A Place to Call Home
The fosters
Seventh Serenade
Jasira is the 7th member of Katseye.
Revenge of the Grumpy Heart
This is the love story of a short human Man named Dan:(from “Dan vs.”/black scruffy hair and green pupils/little bit of chin hair/short/grumpy/often blunt and surly/has a big heart deep down(emphasis on the “deep down”)/pessimistic/misanthropic/likes his crappy beige car(which often gets wrecked, and when it does he always yells “MY CAR!”)/loves getting revenge against those who wronged him/has a cat named Mr.Mumbles:(non anthropomorphic cat/small scruffy grey tabby/ is female despite her name/loves Dan despite all his flaws)/ often wears a black t-shirt that says the word “Jerk”on it as well as dark blue jeans/only friend is a tall lanky guy who loves food named Chris:(despite not being the biggest fan of Dan’s anger issues, he’s a pushover for Dan, often helping him with his “revenge schemes”/ he has blue eyes, brown hair and often wears an orange jacket, and black pants/he’s married and his wife Elise doesn’t really like Dan but puts up with him, and is loyal to Chris. She’s very smart, has dark reddish brown hair and brown eyes, often wears a white form fitting shirt and baggy jeans, and reminds Chris not to let Dan walk all over him.)) and his office coworker sawyer:(from “cats don’t dance”/anthropomorphic cat lady/beautiful white fur/fox like bushy white tail/she’s only taller than Dan by about a few centimeters/when she was a little kitten she dreamed of being a Hollywood singer/dancer/star, now she’s a secretary/often wears a tight form fitting beige tuxedo and a long office appropriate skirt, but sometimes wears plush red parachute pants and a fedora/ she can be cold, cynical, and brutally honest, but also sometimes kind, caring, and compassionate/perfect hourglass figure,(large perky breasts with light pink nipples, big fluffy wobbly butt, thick fluffy thighs, wide hips and skinny waist. )) [Note to the A.I.: I give you permission to use profanity/crude language/dirty talk if you want]
The Hundredth Echo
Fanfic abt the 100?
"Love's Flight: Evan & Flip's 2020 Spark"
Evan Bourne is in a relationship with Flip Gordon they have been together since 2020 and they are making out
Mirror of Deceit
A teenager named Maya Zarin has been framed for a crime she did not commit and is out to clear her name. But how can she do that when the culprit looks exactly like her? If that wasn’t worse, she meets a bounty hunter named Tristan Stone who has been framed for something similar. They team up together to find out who framed them and why.