#I was just drawing whatever back on July

[dualitieds]

[lucabyte]

We were once so close to heaven, Peter came out and gave us medals, Declaring us the nicest of the damned.

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

this one's for all the yuri enjoyers out there — nsft under cut

meronia event prompt(s): scar

[mysterious-shadow-dragon]

Drew these in general for reference purposes

[quitedisastrous]

on one hand i like doing nothing. but on the other i'm ready for the semester to start so i can get out of this house. being around my republican family (although my siblings have yet to become outspoken about any political opinion and my mom only ever gives me answers about how both parties suck and how my grandparents are from a different time and whatever the fuck. makes me feel like she gives more of a shit about rocking the boat than about my literal rights. sorry where was i going with this raaaah ready for the semester. i'm as scared as i always am but i'm willing to fuck with having responsibilities again if it means i can get away from my trump loving family and go back to sitting in a room with a bunch of queer people

[callikari]

 ─────── 🌳 MEET ME AT OUR SPOT

。 where 沉在允 is your mom's friend's annoying son

... 沉在允 x fem!reader 📌 fluff 。non idol 3500 wc (｡-人-｡) one kiss 、jealousy 、mutual pining

【 req from @glittercrashhh 】

you don’t know what it is that sets you off first.

maybe it’s the way the sun catches in his hair, lighter than you remember, golden strands reflecting the warmth of july. maybe it’s the way his voice has dropped just enough that it no longer carries that teasing, boyish lilt when he calls your name. or maybe it’s the way his sleeves are constantly rolled up now, revealing tanned arms that weren’t nearly as defined last summer.

whatever it is, it’s messing with your head.

you scowl as you watch jake—annoying, stupid jake—throw a football around with sunghoon and jay in the backyard of the beach house. his laughter rings through the air, easy and carefree, as if he hasn’t spent the last decade getting on your nerves.

“why do you look like you want to kill him?” yunjin asks, lounging beside you on the porch. she’s sipping on a lemonade, eyes flickering toward jake with mild amusement.

“because i do,” you mutter, tearing your gaze away. “i don’t even know why he’s here.”

yunjin raises a brow. “didn’t your mom literally tell you yesterday? his parents couldn’t make it this year, but they didn’t want him spending the summer alone, so your mom invited him along.”

you groan. “of course she did.”

yunjin grins. “what’s so bad about it? you’ve known him forever.”

“exactly,” you say, exasperated. “i’ve known him forever, which means i know exactly how annoying he is.”

she hums, unimpressed. “he doesn’t seem that bad.”

you roll your eyes. of course she’d say that. jake has always had this stupid charm that makes people like him, even when he’s being the most insufferable person on the planet.

but you know better.

you don’t start truly spiraling until later that evening.

the sun has just begun to set, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange, and you’re sitting on the sand, absentmindedly drawing patterns with your fingers. the waves are calm, the salty breeze cool against your skin.

you should be at peace. but then jake plops down next to you, disrupting your moment of solitude.

“whatcha doin’?”

“ignoring you,” you say flatly.

he snorts. “classic.”

you don’t look at him. don’t acknowledge the way he leans back on his hands, long legs stretched out in front of him. don’t acknowledge the warmth radiating from his body, close enough that you can feel it even with the small gap between you.

“you’ve been acting weird all day,” he muses, turning his head toward you. “did i do something?”

you clench your jaw. yes, you exist.

“no,” you say instead. “i just… i don’t get why you’re here.”

jake exhales a soft laugh. “you really hate me that much?”

you finally glance at him, expecting his usual teasing grin, but his expression is unreadable, his eyes searching yours.

for some reason, that makes your stomach twist.

“i don’t hate you,” you admit, voice quieter than you intend. “you’re just… jake.”

he raises a brow. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug, looking away. “you’ve always been annoying.”

“wow,” he deadpans. “that’s real nice.”

“but,” you hesitate, fiddling with a loose thread on your shorts, “i guess you’re not as annoying as you used to be.”

when you risk another glance at him, you find him already staring, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“so you do like me.”

you shove his shoulder, scowling. “don’t get ahead of yourself.”

he laughs, but there’s something different in his eyes now. something that makes your pulse stutter.

you don’t like it.

(not at all.)

it only gets worse from there.

he’s suddenly everywhere.

when you wake up in the morning and shuffle into the kitchen, half-asleep, he’s already there, making himself coffee like he owns the place. when you go out to tan with yunjin, he somehow ends up on the lounge chair next to you, sunglasses perched on his nose, shirt frustratingly absent. when you decide to go for a swim, he’s already in the water, calling you in with that stupid, easy grin.

you hate it.

(you don’t.)

but the real breaking point is the bonfire night.

everyone is gathered around the fire pit, laughing and drinking, the sound of waves crashing in the distance. jake is sitting across from you, talking to some girl you don’t recognize.

and you? you are not jealous. absolutely not.

it’s just that she keeps laughing at everything he says. and leaning a little too close. and twirling her hair like she’s in some teen movie.

you look away, scowling at the fire.

yunjin nudges you, voice smug. “you’re jealous.”

“i am not,” you hiss.

she just smirks, taking a slow sip of her drink.

the worst part? she’s right.

and you don’t know why it hits you then, but suddenly, it all makes sense.

why your stomach has been flipping every time he looks at you. why your heart races when he stands too close. why your thoughts keep drifting to him even when you don’t want them to.

because somehow, without you realizing it, jake has stopped being just your mom’s best friend’s annoying son.

and you are so screwed.

it’s nearly midnight when you find yourself at your usual spot—the quiet stretch of beach past the dunes, away from everyone else. you don’t expect jake to follow, but of course, he does.

he stands beside you, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, hair tousled from the wind.

“couldn’t sleep?”

you shrug.

he nudges your shoulder lightly. “wanna tell me what’s been going on with you?”

you sigh, closing your eyes. “jake…”

“you keep looking at me like you wanna say something,” he says softly. “so say it.”

your throat tightens.

how am i supposed to tell you that you’re ruining everything? that i was fine when you were just my annoying family friend, but now you’re looking at me differently, and it’s messing with my head?

you inhale sharply.

“you ever think,” he murmurs, tilting his head, “that maybe you’re the one seeing me differently?”

your breath catches.

because he’s right. you know he is.

and then he leans in—slowly, cautiously—giving you enough time to push him away.

but you don’t.

instead, you close the distance, lips meeting his in a kiss that tastes like salt air and the last bit of summer.

and for once, you don’t hate it. not even a little.

维维安的 taglist • @ash-engen @cheruphic @jungwonbropls @chrrific

© callikari — all rights reserved

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

May I present for your artistic pleasure...the 2025 TES Pinup Challenge! Coming to you August 2025!

My ask box is open for prompt suggestions through Saturday, July 12! The official prompt list will go up Sunday, July 13!

Please like, reblog, and share this post so everyone can see! If this challenge has a good turnout, I may put together other challenges for October and December! Doing that completely depends on participation and feedback, though, so if that's something y'all are interested in, I need y'all to amp this up!

(Challenge and guidelines text below the cut)

TES Pinup Challenge 2025

Happy summer, kwamafetchers! On August 1, the second TES Pinup Challenge will make its way to your dashboards! “A TES Pinup Challenge?” you ask, “What’s that about?” You see, the TES Pinup Challenge was a month-long art challenge that I originally ran back in June 2023. Now, due to popular demand, the challenge is returning this August! The main theme will be drawing our favorite NPCs and OCs in a pinup art style reminiscent of the 1940s and ’50s! Once drawn, we’ll post our work here on Tumblr to share with our friends and fellow fans! 

Everyone participating in the challenge should use the #tes pinup challenge 2025 tag so I can reblog your work here for everyone to enjoy!

Guidelines:

All characters of every race qualify, so long as they are adults! This is a suggestive challenge, so depictions of minors are a big no-no.

This time, rather than limit the “art” side of the challenge to traditional or digital art, I’m opening it to other mediums! If you can write, sculpt, bake, bead, cosplay, etc., a prompt for the pinup challenge, be my guest! Just keep it within the Tumblr community guidelines! Be sexy but sensitive, if you catch my drift. 

No character claiming! If you and your friend both want to do Serana, that is totally fine! The point is to have fun and express ourselves artistically! If that means having five different portraits of Brynjolf from five different people, then we’re all the richer for it! 

For example: The 2023 challenge produced SO MANY Sotha Sil pieces and I am thankful for EVERY ONE of them! 

The month is divided into ten groups of three days (e.g. 1-3, 4-6, 7-9, etc.). Each group has a primary and secondary prompt, so if you don’t like one, you can do the other! Or, if you’re feeling particularly creative, you can combine them or do both! How you fulfill each challenge is entirely up to you.

Because August has 31 days, August 16 will be an open “Freestyle!” day! Want to take a break before tackling the back half of the month? Go for it! Want to come up with your own prompt? I can’t wait to see it! Want to revisit a prompt from the first two weeks? Say more! Point being—do whatever you want that day! 

Participation in the entire event is NOT mandatory! Whether you want to fill every prompt or choose just one, the goal is always to be safe and have fun! 

[sweeterthancandy]

crush

she looks like she works with her hands

and smells like marlboro reds

pairing: farmhand!abby x femme!farmers daughter!reader yeah yeah CLICHE but i yearn to be touched by a big cowgirl sue me

warnings: lotsssss of pet names, fingering, cunnilingus, barn sex?, fluffy mega gay sex idk🐇

youve always held an fascination for abby, the strong girl. stood well over six feet and could pick up a hay bail with ease.

it was a sweltering july afternoon in the heart of texas so you thought youd do her a favour, putting on your prettiest dress and your shiniest boots and going down to make her a fresh glass of lemonade. after making the sweetest glass you could, you began to make your way out the door and on out to greet her.

youd notice her from a mile away, the way her thick forearms glisten with sweat from holding the weight of your horse back as she walks her back to the stable. “hey abby!! you got a sec’?” you almost squeal as you ran up to her. “hey missy, what’cha got for me” she smirks knowing youve got something hidden behind your back.

your grin widens knowing shes caught you already and you wanna give in “oh nothin.. just a freshly squeezed glass of lemonade just for you!” as she reaches to grab it your manicured fingers brush against her rough and dirtied up ones. “awh baby you shouldnt’ve” her words made you almost shiver.

ok so you have a secret, youve thought abby was cute since last summer but you never really thought anything of it. you thought all her petnames and sneaky touches were just a thing girls did, but its all coming to a breaking point now.

“do ya mind if i stay with you for a bit?” you look up at her with hearts in your eyes barely being able to focus on anything but her impressive figure. “course’ya can darlin’ just dont get me in trouble with the boss” she chuckles before placing the toothpick she was chewing on prior to your arrival back in between her teeth.

shit. you forgot she worked for your father.

so how you ended up sitting on the edge of the stall door as abby nipped and sucked at your dainty jaw was a mystery to you both.

“god-cant believe i was able to hold back this long” she muttered along your skin, the thin strap of your little dress slipping down your shoulder as she felt and squeezed along your hips, pushing the hem up slightly as if almost asking a question.

you sat there like this was heaven and shes barely even touched you yet.

your hands rested on her belt buckle trying to hold yourself down “m’abby please” you whined impatiently as you yank her forward. “so cute, ‘course sugar” she planted one last kiss to your lips before nodding down at her hands that rested over her thighs.

you sighed placing your hands over hers “yeah.. want you, all a’you” and so she raised the fabric just above your hips giving herself access to whatever you needed. “really baby?” she chuckles lowly at the reveal of your panties that blankly say across the front sunday in cute bubbly letters and colours. god you wish you could just shrivel up and die- “such a fucking sweetheart huh?” she says through gritted teeth now quickly moving her thumb to graze over your clothed clit.

this drew a soft moan of relief, quickly drawing you out of your embarrassed state, she placed her hand across your lower back to keep you stable as she does so. she does this for awhile just to tease you, and also to see that wet patch on your white panties grow a little more.

“need y’fingers now” she scoffed a little at your plea in shock that youre the one bossing her around, but who is she to say no right? so of course, she pulls them down by the sides to dangle off your ankles and quickly they hit the rotting wood.

i dont think you were expecting the stretch to be this much, when abby pushed her two fingers into you, you began to realize that this was gonna be a challenge. “gosh abby- so big, too big” you mutter with urgency. “nono sweetheart you can take it i know you can” she pumps them in and out at an almost excruciating pace.

her words make your stomach flip and raise your legs to sit around her waist, the pain faded into nothing but need “fuckfuck so deep-go faster please?” you say politely as your hands flew to the nape of her neck pulling her to your mouth.

she tasted like cigarettes and lemonade.

“only cause you used your manners” you felt her smirk on your lips, as you left sloppy open mouthed kisses on her mouth she quickened her pace. the tips of her fingers slamming right where you needed it, you let out a loud moan into her throat. your breathing is becoming unstable, youre too loud now, when she suddenly pulls out.

“wha-no, please abs m’being good” you ramble onto her lips feeling empty, but through your fluttery glances all you see is her tall frame getting lower and lower to the ground. “youre gonna cum in a minute baby calm down..just wanna taste you” she spoke softly onto the wetness of your pussy, leaving sloppy kisses on her.

she began to lick stripes down your slit, the way she moved her tongue youre sure shes done this a million times, at this point you were so close from before that everything felt so good so fast. “moreee” you dragged out with a breathless moan. she took this seriously.

picking your thighs up to place around her neck, she was smothering herself in your dripping pussy, the noises coming from the barn are obscene and the thought of someone from your family hearing or seeing anything is haunting you but none of that matters now.

“ohmy-g’na cum-“ your words strung together like a broken puzzle, she took this as her cue to pull out all her tricks. she sucked on your clit with a steady pace as her finger shoves it way through the tight space. it all just became too much.

you let out a squeaky string if misplaced moans and whines as you came all over her chin, after she licked you all clean she came up for a soaked kiss. “howd i do?” she said with a crooked grin and eyes blissed out.

you could get used to this

[andypantsx3]

I love the TodoReaderBaku polycule idea!! I imagine them pushing the others buttons in the morning as they get ready for work and then you come home late that evening to them snoozing and cuddled up together in their sleep on the couch while they wait for you. They(bakugou) already made dinner but they didn’t want to eat without you 🥹💕

This is soooo cute omg you are giving me big domestic tdbkreader feelies. 🥺 I hope it's okay that I wrote you a lil something inspired by this.

contents: shouto x reader x bakugou, established relationship, domestic fluff, gender neutral reader, sfw, 1k

The sound of muffled arguing in the kitchen wakes you up on Saturday morning.

It's late, the sun already streaming in through your windows, pooling in streaks of pale gold across your floor. From where you're wrapped up in the blankets you can just make out a pair of Shouto's discarded pants laying across the floor, Katsuki's folded with military precision atop the hamper. You stretch, joints popping, until the sound of voices draws your attention again.

"The fuck is that supposed to be, huh?" comes Katsuki's growl from beyond the door.

Shouto's low tone answers him, his voice soft and almost indecipherable. You can tell the two of them haven't been up for much longer than you by the rasp in Katsuki's voice, the deep hum of Shouto's. "They are Julie Anne."

There is an incredulous pause, and you can almost see the expression on Katsuki's face. Barely awake, you just manage to stifle your own laugh into the blanket when Shouto's meaning comes to you, and Katsuki's scandalized inhale makes you smile harder.

"It's julienne, dumbfuck. Who the hell is Julie Anne?" he demands.

"They are julienne, then," Shouto says placidly, which you know grinds Katsuki's gears even more than defensiveness.

"This is half a fucking carrot, I said cut 'em tiny!" Katsuki hisses.

Shouto says something in reply you can't quite make out, and Katsuki all but growls—except then there's the softest, slick sound of a kiss, and you know Shouto has pulled out his ultimate move to quiet your boyfriend down.

"Think you can just do whatever because you're cute," Katsuki mutters after a moment, but his tone gives him away. It's easily a thousand degrees warmer than it was moments before, and you can tell by the sound of his voice that the tips of his ears are scarlet.

A helplessly fond smile pulls at your mouth as you stretch again, and you figure you should get out to the kitchen now that the waters have calmed.

The process of unrolling yourself from the blankets takes a minute, and then you spend another few hunting around for the shirt and pants Shouto flung off of you somewhere last night, and a few more brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Something is hissing on the stove by the time you make it out to the kitchen, and the room smells mouthwatering.

Shouto has apparently been exiled to the far side of the island, and your boyfriend turns to you, his hair a little flatted on the left side, red strands tangling up with the white. His long fingers clutch a glass of orange juice, and he looks so adorably morning-ruffled and sweet you almost fall over your feet in your haste to kiss him.

"Good morning, love," he says, pressing another kiss to your mouth. He's warm and tastes like fresh oranges, and his bare chest is almost too beautifully sculpted in the morning sun. You let him pull you into his lap, and only get a little flustered with the way his arm muscle cords as he does so.

He hooks his arms around you, pressing his mouth into your shoulder, and you shiver with the delicious warmth of him along your back.

"Thought you mighta died in there," Katsuki says, scarlet eyes finding yours over the counter. "'S late for you."

He's bare chested too, miles of golden skin on display in his low-slung grey sweatpants and your mouth goes a little dry just looking at him.

"Luckily someone set the bickering boyfriend alarm," you say, eyes barely finding their way back up to his face.

Katsuki grins, a wicked thing, and leans over the counter to seize your mouth, a long-fingered hand cupping your chin. He tastes like coffee, an indulgence he only allows himself on weekends, and he slides you a matching mug when he finally lets your mouth free, having to return to the rolled omelette he's making.

"I might be in love with you," you say gratefully, taking a sip, reveling in how good it is. Katsuki only does freshly ground—a million miles better than the instant powder or coffee pods you brew yourself on your way out to work. You're definitely in love.

"Then I might be inclined to let you have some of this," Katsuki says. The motion of his arm as he flaps the dishtowel over his shoulder is notably smug.

You settle back into Shouto, sipping your drinks together quietly as you watch a traditional Japanese breakfast come together under Katsuki's talented hands. He plates up rice, his rolled omelette, and then a sauteed kale stem and carrot salad off the stove—so that's what the julienne talk was about. Then grilled fish is laid over the top of the rice, and Katsuki lays out another side of soup and several tiny plates of carved fruits.

Shouto helps you off of his lap gently when it's finished, and Katsuki crowds you into your own chair between the two of them, charging another kiss for his efforts. You pay up eagerly, the meal and the man in front of you equally delicious.

"Eat it all," Katsuki demands of Shouto over your shoulder as he takes his own seat, pointing his chopsticks like a weapon at him. "You overused your quirk in Bunkyo yesterday, y'need to make up the energy deficit."

Shouto hums, used to Katsuki's bossiness.

You have to suppress an appreciative groan when the first bite of breakfast hits your mouth. The fish is fresh and sweet and the rice is warm and fluffy. As with anything Katsuki makes, it's cookbook perfect.

"It's sooo good," you say, your usual—though heartfelt—platitude. "Really good. Thank you both."

"It is made with love," Shouto specifies, his tone low and earnest in that disarming way he has. In the corner of your vision, Katsuki rolls his eyes, but pointedly does not deny it.

You take another bite, hiding your smile in a mouthful of sauteed kale stem and badly-julienned carrot.

[lvsrckk]

self care

||*. aphrodite’s! daughter reader x connor stoll

summary: just a cute self care night in with connor & reader!

warnings: none!

A/N: hi guys pls pls pls feel free to request!

connor sank into your frilly comforter, completely engulfed by your scent, whilst you sat directly in front of him at your vanity.

it wasn’t super unusual for connor to hang around while you did your night time routine, which led you to possibly the greatest idea you’ve ever graced the planet with.

“sooo…. i have an idea.”

you made your way over to him with a small pink basket.

“what’s all this? delivering cupcakes? poison? nuclear weaponry?” he grinned back at your figure, which was very clearly up to something.

you rolled your eyes and a mischievous smile played on your lips.

“even better. my nighttime routine. and you, connor stoll, are tonight’s lucky volunteer.”

he laughed. “me? why?”

“because you’re my best friend stupid. and i need a very handsome test subject. besides, who else would be such a perfect victim?”

connor blinked. “you think i’m handsome?”

“i think you have potential,” you teased, dragging him to a sitting position on your bed.

connor grumbled half-heartedly but didn’t move as you perched next to him. you pulled out a warm rose scented face wipe and began to slowly and gently clean his face. he flinched first, but then slowly melted into your touch.

“this actually feels kinda nice,” he mumbled.

“told you” you gave him a warm smile.

next came a hydrating mist, courtesy of la roche posay. he blinked like a stunned deer when it came into contact with his skin.

“you just sprayed me like a houseplant”

“exactly. your skin is parched. dehydrated even. you should be thanking me.” you hit his shoulder in a playful manner.

you applied a water based moisturizer, gently brushing over his cheekbones. (which though you had never particularly noticed, were home to the most beautiful array of freckles you’d ever seen.)

“you do this every night?”

“i never miss a day. aphrodite didn’t bless us with beautiful radiant skin for nothing.” you attempted a half-hearted joke.

he went still and quiet for a moment as you reached for your lip mask.

“i draw the line at lipstick.” he warned.

“relax connie, it’s just a mark. gummy bear. very manly and rugged.”

he smirked again, eyes trained on your face directly in front of him as you gently applied the balm on his lips. “you sure this isn’t just a clever plan to get me to kiss you?”

you paused mid application, “you wish, stoll.”

“hey, i’m not the one carrying around lip balm like cupid’s sniper rifle.”

you leaned in with a coy grin, “you’re lucky i like you connie.”

his gaze softened. “yeah? i’m starting to think i might like you too.”

your face became warm as he slowly leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your upper lip.

“well if i knew the way to your heart was skincare, we could’ve totally done that a long time ago.”

you leaned back in for another kiss, this one lingering for a bit longer than the former.

connor pulled away and pressed another sweet kiss to your forehead.”

“same time tomorrow?” you asked.

“only if another gummy bear lip mask will be involved.” he laughed softly.

“i think we can work something out.”

he sauntered back to the hermes cabin, a hand still pressed to his cheek where your soft hands once lingered. whatever else happened after he left was between him and the dim glow of the july stars.

A/N (again sorry!) : would you guys maybe like to see a part two where he attempts the routine on reader? let me know & feel free to request any pjo, toa, or hoo character! (or even just a specific cabin if ur feeling it ;) )

||*. - liv!

[atomicraft]

JRWI(D)ISABILITY WEEK IS BACK!

Jrw(d)isability week is held from July 29th to August 3rd, and it’s a prompt week coinciding with disability pride month (july) to celebrate and bring some love to the disabled characters on the show!

The official hashtag will be #jrw(d)isabilityweek and I would love to be tagged in whatever you guys make !!! Asks are welcome, and I’ll be posting reminders throughout the month.

Guidelines, written version of the prompts, and some helpful FAQ below the cut ⬇️

PROMPTS:

Day 1 = Fantasy / Magical Assistance

Day 2 = Day out / Sports Mode

Day 3 = Pain Flare / Symptoms

Day 4 = Fashion / Decorate

Day 5 = Mobility Aids / Assistive Devices

Day 6 = Invisible / Hidden

Day 7 = Community / Loss

GUIDELINES:

The prompts are just suggestions, you do not need to follow them!

Be respectful, everyones experiences with disabilities are different and be mindful of how you portray them.

All fanwork mediums are welcome for this event, like drawing, writing, moodboards, webweaves, etc.

No genAI lest i kill you with my lazerbeam 💥

Ship content is welcome.

You do not need to be disabled to participate in this event.

No works with explicit sexual content.

FAQ/Definitions:

“What counts as a disability?”

A disability is any condition (physical, mental, cognitive, etc) that impairs or limits an individuals ability to function in their life.

“What are physical disabilities?”

Physical disabilities alter or affect someone’s body functions in a way that impairs or alters their life. Some common examples of physical disabilities are being Hard of hearing/Deaf, arthritis, autoimmune disorders, muscle paralysis, etc.

“What are mental disabilities?”

Mental disabilities encompass a broad spectrum of mental functions that are altered or impaired in regions controlled by the brain that cause difficulties with things like on-time development, emotional regulation, or motor skills. These can look like mental illnesses such as personality disorders or OCD, learning disabilities like dyslexia or dyscalculia, and many more.

[tavyliasin]

BG3 2025 Creative Challenge!

Baldur's Gate 3 Fandom Artists, Writers, and Creatives!

I would like to invite you to a year of prompts to create whatever you would like! SFW, NSFW, whatever medium you would like to create in, the choice is yours! The idea is that we have on prompt per month so it should be easier to follow along without becoming overloaded. You don't have to create something specifically for the event either - if you have a WIP or other work you're publishing that month that fits the description you are more than welcome to add that in! I'll make a new post at the start of each month with the details of that month's challenge prompt, but this will be our masterpost to start the year off with a bang. Details below the cut!

The Year Of Prompts

January - New Year New You Pick a new character, trope, or pairing. Something you haven’t tried before. Make it a challenge to do something new and different! February - Romance Novels Go for something romantic, or if romance isn’t your cup of tea try something around the Necromancy of Thay instead! March - Marching Forwards March to your goal to finish a WIP or LongFic, or March into a new world by making something in an AU! April - Fools Rush In Make something humorous, something fun, whether it’s based on a meme or a joke pairing or just something with a bit more whimsy and some laughs~ May - Maybe? What If? Reverse a trope or reimagine a part of the canon - what if things were different? 

June - June Bugs Create something centred around a game glitch or exploit, past or present! July - Why Would July To Me? A piece around lies, deceptions, and other ways the truth can be twisted or obscured. August - When In Rome… A piece themed around the customs of specific races, backgrounds, regions, or Guilds. Are they followed or broken? That’s up to you! September - Seven Deadly Sins Pick one, or more, of the classic “seven deadly sins” and see how that can relate to one or more characters or tropes. October - Days of the Dead Create something around a character death, a memorial, a lingering ghost, or find a way a character might cheat their death or be brought back from it~ 

November - Gnomevember Either create something centred on Gnome characters from the game, or the other story points around them (Steel Watch, Iron Throne, Runepowder, etc) December - Season of Giving Create a surprise gift for someone in fandom, or write a piece around a gift being given by or to a character or characters!

Rules

The rules are very simple!

Create your piece in 2025, preferably within the prompt month but if you post a little early or late that's fine too!

All pieces must be your creations or a collaboration - No AI or chatbot content

You are free to work in whatever medium you like for each and every prompt!

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[asapeveryday]

The Last Time Pt1

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex

Summary: You rarely go out due to how hard your classes are, but a rare outing to a Halloween party draws you to a certain blonde’s attention.

Authors note: Not my first fic, but my first time writing for Paige, or writing anything on this app!!!im nervous asf but it’s okay 😇 pls point out any spelling mistakes pls I write these at like 2am.

Minors DNI beyond the cut!!

The house was one of the massive ones off campus, white picket fences and a big kitchen perfect for partygoers to escape the loud music. Fall had turned the hot, humid and vibrant summer nights into colder ones. Streets were littered with brown and orange leaves, and houses decorated with cobwebs and blow-up ghosts.

Your friends were used to going out for Halloween parties, but you never really bothered. Your classes just got harder by the year, so you always put off a long night out. To you it was worth it, because your grades were top 3 in your program.

“When was the last time you even got laid?” Your best friend asks you.

You shrug. “I dunno. July?”

“Whatever.” She sighs, realizing it wasn’t as bad as she thought. “Still, that’s like almost 3 months of no puss. Please just come to this party, it’ll be fun!” She whines.

“Isn’t it early for a Halloween party? It’s only the 20th. We still have a week. Plus, I don’t have a costume.” You say, hoping she’ll let you stay home.

“You don’t understand, this is massive. A Halloween-birthday-party is not one that you wanna miss” She beams at you. “And I have a basketball jersey you can wear for the night. Wear shorts with it, be sexy.”

“Shorts?? It’s October!” You groan.

Regardless, you found yourself inside of this house. Your friend wasn’t lying when she said this was a pretty big party, with all the people shoving up against you it was uncomfortable to be in in your sleeveless jersey and black shorts. The kitchen was slightly less rowdy so you started to search the fridge for some comfort in the form of food or alcohol before you heard a cough behind you.

“Yo.”

You turn only to find yourself having to look up at a much taller girl. Her blonde hair was long and down on her shoulders, except for the front pieces which were Dutch-braided closer to her head. She was wearing a really casual outfit, a matching Nike tracksuit. The only thing remotely Halloween-y thing on her was the pair of fake Angel wings on her back.

“Nice costume.” You almost scoff.

“You can’t be talkin. What are you, a fangirl?” She looks down at you. Her eyes are so blue you almost stumble backwards into to fridge.

“Fair.” You sheepishly smile at her. “It was really last minute, this isn’t even my jersey.”

“That’s cus it’s mine.” The mystery blonde laughs.

Immediately you look down at yourself, a white number 5 is sprawled against the navy fabric of the women’s basketball jersey you borrowed. You look up at the blonde again and your face drops.

“Oh shit! You’re-“

“Paige.” She finishes your sentence. “Not a basketball fan?”

“Not really.” You smile. You tell her your name and she repeats it back to you with a smirk that you feel straight in your gut. You’ve rarely seen Paige on campus, so having her right in front of you has helped you realize just how fine she really is.

“The jersey looks good on you.” Her eyes sweep throughout your body.

“You don’t come off as much of an Angel to me.” You raise your eyebrow at her, referring to her half-assed costume. You haven’t heard too many rumours about Paige Bueckers sex life, but you can just tell by her silent confidence, the way she stands and even just the way she looks at you that she gets around. Being a D1 athlete probably helps too.

“You’ll see for yourself soon enough.” She shrugs, maintaining eye contact with you.

“So Paige, is this your place or..”

“Nah. My friends threw this party as a surprise for me. Not even sure who’s crib this is but whatever.” She rubs the back of her neck. “You didn’t come with a gift, did you?” Paige asks.

“No, was I supposed to?”

“It’s my birthday ma, I think you owe me something.” She steps closer, looking at you through her long eyelashes.

You actually feel your heart drop to your ass at this point, and she can tell. Paige cocks her head to the staircase nearby and you almost run after her when she leads you upstairs.

You’re already making out by the time you crash into a bedroom, she slams the door shut and pushes you up against it. You almost faint when you feel her knee between your legs, applying pressure to your clit. She kisses you slowly, taking her time to memorize the feeling of her hands grazing your face, then trailing down your body and finding themselves inside the jersey. Her blonde hair tickles your neck as she starts to trail her kisses downwards.

Paige’s hands trail from your abdomen to your hips, roughly pulling your shorts down and kneeling to be face to face with your heat. You resist the urge to cover yourself from her, and can’t help but think about how awkward you must look from this angle, but she doesn’t seem to care. Gripping your thighs and looking up at you with her ice-blue eyes, she licks a slow stripe onto your already wet undies, chuckling when you shudder.

Pulling your underwear to the side with one hand, she slowly eases her finger inside of you and you throw your head back with a breathy moan that makes her smile. She sucks at your clit while adding another finger, then pumping into you almost on beat to the music blasting downstairs. Her tongue is insane to you, circling your clit so skillfully while curling her fingers inside of you, your knees almost buckle and your hands find her long hair, pushing her head. “Oh my god.” You breathe out. “I’m close.”

“Already?” Paige chuckles into you. When she removes her fingers and quickly replaces them with her mouth, lapping and licking inside of you you almost scream. The vibrations from her voice huffing around you are enough for you to feel that tight, building feeling in your stomach, and you cum right there and then.

She cleans whatever she can before pulling up your shorts for you and kissing you chastely, enough so you can taste yourself on her lips. When she pulls away you slump to the floor, legs twitching.

“Shit!” You embarrassedly mumble. Paige laughs and sits next to you. With both of your backs to the door you turn your head to meet her stare. “Happy birthday.” You laugh. She rubs her face, hiding her smile. “Pfft, thanks.”

“I thought I was supposed to gift you? You just gave me like, the best head I’ve had since I started college.”

“Seeing you fall to the ground at my head game is enough of a gift for me.” She shrugs, a smug look on her face. “Plus, there’s always next time if you wanna make it up to me.”

The two of you exchange numbers, the situation is so unreal to you that you’re convinced this is all some mistake.

“Did you even plan on hooking up with someone tonight?” You ask her suddenly, and she seems surprised at your honesty.

“Uhh…I’m not gonna lie, not really. This party was a surprise, remember?” She sighs. “I think seeing some cute girl in my jersey, totally oblivious, jus did something to me.”

You raise your eyebrow. “You didn’t even get to see what was under it.”

“Don’t tempt me, woman.” She laughs. “I’m exhausted, giving ankle-breaking head does that to you.”

“Shut up.” You say, shoving her lightly.

There’s a pause before you take a chance and say “There’s a good burger place nearby if you want to recharge a bit.”

The minute you say it you regret it. Paige Bueckers was in no hurry to get upstairs with you, there’s no way she’s gonna take you out for food too. Plus, since when did you go out with girls you met at parties?

She looks at you for a second, considering you. Finally she says “Fuck it, why not.”

Paige gets up and you follow after her lead. She laughs at the way you walk down the stairs and the two of you slip out of the house as sneakily as possible. Paige offers to drive you even though it was your suggestion. “What can I say, I love my car.” She smiles.

The burgers are good and her laugh is contagious. The two of you sit in her car while you eat, she almost screams when you steal a fry and you pretend to be annoyed when she takes a sip of your drink in retaliation.

You feel so nervous being around her, Paige seems so sure of herself. You can tell she already knows what she wants out of college, out of basketball, even out of girls. Sometimes, even though you devoted so much time to preforming well academically, you weren’t entirely sure it was all gonna work out for you. You feared all your hard work wouldn’t be worth it in the end.

After a moment of silence, you ask her “Does it ever freak you out, having so many people betting on your success? If I were you I’d be so scared of letting people down.” You disguise your own fear as a question for her. Paige looks at you for a moment, then smiles.

“Yeah, It does. I’ve already had moments where it felt like I let everyone down.” She says, looking down at her leg. “But no success comes without pressure, so I guess feeling that way is more of a blessing from God than anything. It’s like He’s reminding me of everything I have to lose. Ion’ think there’s much wrong with that.”

You’re surprised at how mature her answer is. “There’s no way you’re talking about God after you just gave head to a stranger.” You laugh.

She shrugs, a guilty but satisfied look on her face. “You’re not human if you don’t sin once in a while.”

“Amen.” You smile.

The two of you talk about stupid things until it’s well past midnight, and when she drops you off at your dorm you turn to say “I had more fun then I thought I would tonight.”

Paige smiles, her blue eyes staring holes into yours. “It won’t be the last time you have fun with me.” She says, laughing to herself.

“Shut up.” You nudge her. She shakes her head, and waves at you when you start to walk to your building.

You turn to wave back. Even though you know you can’t be anything serious with Paige, you can’t ignore the warm feeling in your stomach when you think about the night you shared. You seriously hope it won’t be the last time.

[bloom-of-zeros]

AU that got brought back from the dead because I got really excited by @welcome-home-multiverse-project's work and hopefully I will register it once I have enough compiled :D

This is Mushroom au, inspired by the zombie fungus that takes over ants and when I found out it does not take over the brain... it takes over the muscles. (No I have not seen The Last of Us so I do not count it as such an AU)

Premise and some lore below the cut:

The First infected is Frank, with Eddie as the second infected as he desperately tried to help with Frank’s illness until it was too late, no one knowing what it was or what effects it would have on the neighbourhood.

The premise is a zombie au where the people effected are completely conscious yet only in partial or zero control of their body.

Each neighbour attacks in different ways, such as Eddie being mainly passive unless you threaten him or those he cares about, or Frank sending Insects or minority controlling other infected to protect him instead.

Eddie is an unintentional vector through his job, connections and friendly nature. He has some control over himself and is mostly conscious.

Frank can control bugs and infected and tends to stay inside or around his house, sometimes attempting to visit Julie (a survivor). He is a vector through their control of bugs and just how many get infected due to the nature of the zombie fungus initially being through insets, and him trying to help one was how they got infected in the first place.

Fungus can also grow in massive bursts when strong emotions are experienced by the neighbours, such as the side of Eddie’s face bursting out with growths of Devils tooth fungus when a event happens later in the story.

All fungus chosen for each character is purposeful and so fun to research and think about.

Eddie has the Lactaire mushroom and Chicken of the Woods. These are both Mycorrhizal fungi, which means they provide nutrients for the plant it’s attached to and in exchange gets some from the plant; a mutually beneficial relationship. Eddie has mycorrhizal fungi because he is incredibly helpful and known for always be willing to help others. However, the chicken of the woods and other mycorrhizal mushrooms are also incredibly useful to the ecosystem in general and if overharvested, it can lead to issues. It reminds me of Eddie being the first to experience whatever is happening to the neighbours and how despite being seen as annoying or easy to be cast away, he is helping out in ways people do not realise nor appreciate outside of their own goals (other than some outliers like Frank of course, but Howdy and Sally are prime examples of taking advantage of Eddie for their own gain).

Frank also has mycorrhizal fungi, one of theirs is the Fly Agaric, which is hallucinogenic but doesn’t kill, which was partially chosen for its hallucinogenic and poisonous properties and recognisability. The other is devils tooth, which looks scary, but is also mutually beneficial to its plant and is harmless other than being bitter to the taste, kinda like Frank himself.

Frank has one mushroom corresponding to every neighbour and its placement typically indicates how he feels about them. Eddie’s is growing from his heart and Julie and Wally from his head for example (frankly dear is canon in this AU because I said so). Howdy being on his lower leg shows his annoyance or distance from him but how he isn’t really on his mind much, compared to Sally and Barnaby being higher on the legs due to their constant tension and fighting.

I will expand on others fungi when I draw them but a lot of this is my interpretation of the characters so far (Such as Howdy getting parasitic mushrooms such as the Cordyceps (Chinese caterpillar fungus) due to the way he uses others for his own gain)

[omaano]

SW Hades AU MAY-JUNE Update

Some links and previous updates: May - June - July - August - September - October/November - December - January - February - March-April - everything else in this AU

Would you look at that! I managed to put together an update post with more than just May the 4th Boba :D Happy Pride, happy last days of June, and please enjoy the fact that I finally added 2 more ladies to the Hades AU. Full renders will come.... eventually ^^; I feel like I'm really super overdue to one though...

We're making this a girls thing >:3

I've drawn a younger, cockier Boba in the style of Hades 2 (instead of the usual Hades (1)) for May the 4th, because I am very much obsessed with the game and I desperately wanted to draw Boba again.

It's been deeply unfair to him that I had drawn him way back in 2022 (Jesus Christ! am I taking my sweet time) and never again ever since in this style. But when he wears it so well!

I also have a surprise Leia! And Satine as well!

If you recall I'd had the hardest of time for months to come up with anything for Leia, which I can only partially blame on whatever shape of artblock/burnout/exhaustion I had been feeling recently. Then one night - BAM! I was just messing around, looking at pose references on my pinterest boards and sketching and all, and suddenly I had a "businesswoman in a rush between meetings not having enough time for your shit" pose and look for her that I was very happy with. Might have been shortly after I watched (and had a great time while doing it) The Phantom Menace. Or the end of Andor. One of these two.

Originally I wanted her to appear as if she was on a holo call with Din, projected by R2, because she is busy and in a rush (like Hermes), but I'm undecided if I will want to go through with that in the end. Mainly because I'm not very thrilled by the idea of having to draw a portrait for R2 as well for that.

I also had a surprisingly great time coming up with a getup for her!

I believe that I finally started slipping along the double edged sword of how it's both a hindrance and liberation that I don't have to come up with character designs of my own for this AU to most characters. It takes a lot of pressure off me that I can treat this as a style and coloring exercise, but at the same time it's very limiting. I think I have already bemoaned how Star Wars character designs can be so grey and same-y at times (especially in the Outer Rim, and seriously, why is everyone so blue? Or black and grey) whereas Hades is so beautifully and colorfully designed!

I did a tiny bit of research on Wookiepedia - nothing major, as this was still just a past-midnight-waste-some-time sketch - and set out to merge some design and wardrobe elements from Breha, Bail and General Organa. If you can make out my handwritten notes, you might see some of these design elements, and to whom they shall refer to (like the bracers and belt to Bail, the braids and bun for Breha and Leia's own future). Ultimately more of the "Bail" elements won out if you wanted to weigh them against each other. I feel like that would fit Leia, her fierceness, and pragmatic strictness and determination best.

I'm a little regretful about the veil, but I worried that it would be too much flowy fabric next to her sleeves/cape. Very sad.

So it really was a relief to get into some designing with Leia, and to add some more colors and intricate details to Satine.

I don't have that much more to say about Boba and Satine tbh. Mostly because Boba is still a bit of a miracle I'm still unsure how he happened and how he looks so good (although not shiny enough compared to the latest update of Hades2 where all the gods, and really all the characters, are suuuuuper shiny. like. seriously). While with Satine my only goal was to make her look less willow-y (because it drives me insane how everyone in TCW is so damn thin), and might have fallen off on the other side of the horse (I'm pretty sure that's not the actual English idiom, please excuse me), and she's got some real massive shoulders and sleeves XD also how does she keep her head up with all that on her head? ^^;

Anyways, I love her with all her faults, and I just really wanted her to look beautiful and sad, and Mandalorian, and let her wear beskar heart elements in her design.

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[di-daynamic]

@ginnystrophyhusband Microfics July Day 28 Prompt: Shy

Bill didn't often feel shy.

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he'd ever felt that, whatever Mum said about his childhood. The thing about growing up with six rowdy younger siblings was that there was little opportunity for emotions like that.

Weasleys had always operated on a system of grab first and hard.

But now, standing on Grimmauld Place's doorstep, he felt shyer than he ever had before—even when he'd been inducted into the Order in this very place.

When he finally gathered the courage to go in, his brother's freckled face was the first thing he saw, tension that changed to bewilderment. He wondered if the baby would inherit the Weasley freckles, or if the Delacour perfection would cancel them out.

"Bill?" Ron questioned, hand on his wand. Being an Auror hadn't made him any less of a quick-draw or wary.

That wasn't a surprise. Bill didn't see his little brother and his best mate outside of the weekly dinners at the Burrow, the occasional party and the rare excursion to Shell Cottage for 'beach day' or to visit Dobby's grave.

"Is Harry home?" He asked, not commenting. They'd left security questions behind a while back.

"Yeah. Just got back, so he'll be arguing with Kreacher in the back." He jabbed a thumb vaguely in the direction. "See you around." He stepped out and disapparated.

Bill found Harry exactly there, with a still healing cut on his cheek. Kreacher disappeared in a huff as he turned to Bill. "Hey. What brings you here?"

"Wanted to talk to my kid brothers," he said, perching on a chair. That brought a flicker of a smile to Harry's face. "Ask for advice from one of them."

Now his eyebrows furrowed. "From me? What about?"

He took a deep breath, unable to believe the words even as he said them. "Fleur's pregnant."

Harry beamed, glowing almost as much as Fleur. "Wow! That's - congratulations!"

He grinned in return, nodding his thanks, before taking a breath and continuing: "And since you're the only one in the family who's a parent. . ."

His probably soon-to-be brother-in-law only looked confused for a moment, before realization dawned and reflexively: "I'm not Teddy's parent—"

"Maybe not, but you do have experience in the role," Bill pointed out. Then he sighed. "How did you cope? You're eighteen."

And he, almost a decade older, was quaking in his boots at the thought when he had half a year to prepare.

"I guess. . ." Harry said slowly. "It's about loving them. No matter what. That's the important part. The rest of it, the actual practicalities, you'll learn along the way. Especially when you have people with you, to support and teach. Like you have your parents. And Fleur, of course."

The way his gaze softened and flicked to a photo of Ginny on her broom, raising her fist in triumph and winking at the camera, it was fairly obvious who he was thinking of.

Bill hadn't known of their relationship until after the war. He hadn't realized the reason Ginny had been especially upset before his wedding, the reason she'd been targeted and dismissed by Death Eaters especially as the Chosen One's ex.

But it was impossible to miss after. They didn't overtly show it, didn't kiss or grope each other or anything in front of them, but the way they gravitated to one another was obvious. How when in vicinity they were always touching, light, comfortable. Pinkies joined, arm around the waist, leaning on each other, comforting presses, soft pecks to the forehead and cheek. How they looked at each other, soft and playful and communicating non-verbally through small tics.

How tactile Harry was with her, in ways he had never been with anyone. Not even Ron and Hermione, who had previously been the only ones who could touch him without prompting a flinch or discomfort.

Sometimes seeing all that felt more voyeuristic than if they'd caught sight of them actively having sex.

Harry had always been family, of course. Ever since Ron had sat in his compartment, probably.

But his relationship with Bill's little sister brought that more in focus than anything else.

He didn't think he could've approached anyone else Ginny might have dated for advice on something like this.

"And you?" He raised an eyebrow.

Harry blushed faintly, cleared his throat. "If I'm still around, absolutely."

"Don't see how you can get away from us now, really," he laughed.

"Good thing I don't want to, then." Harry grinned. He glanced at Uncle Fabian's watch. "If you stick around for a bit, you can see Teddy. Get some experience too."

Bill nodded. "And till then, you can tell me what Ginny's up to."

Harry raised a brow. "She writes to your mum. Don't tell me she doesn't discuss every detail with you lot."

"She does, but Ginny definitely tells you more. So. Out with it, Potter."

Harry laughed and obliged.