#Prompt 46

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #46

"Just out of curiosity, how does one unsummon a demon?"

[white-weasel]

Film Reroll’s Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter

[f1prompts]

Pairing: Lando/Charles/Carlos

Aus Podium celebration threesome with dom Carlos and sub lando & charles. Can be a/b/o but also doesn’t have to be!

If you’d like to fill this prompt, click here for our Fills FAQ 💖

[luveline]

guys! I am actually happier though genuinely today and I owe you all a kiss for sure, thank you for being here for me even if we’re all strangers and I’m being parasocial but I love you and it will never not be crazy to me that so many people are interested in reading my fanfics :D

[chiropteracupola]

if I had a nickel for every otherwise perfectly good song that I listened to a little more closely and then realized it was about charles edward stuart my detested. well I would have a fair amount of money that's all I'll say.

[dcscavengerhunt]

Find two characters wearing each other's costumes.

See pinned for rules.

[momo-shut-the-fuck-up]

*like, if u see the thumbnail of a piece of clothing or even the name, how reliably can you say "oh yeah i do/dont have that" and be correct?

[choicesflashfics]

Week 46 Prompts:

“I wouldn’t trade you or this moment for all the stars in the sky.”

“I can't keep doing this.”

“You have my full attention.”

Birthday Cake - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

What Could Have Been Chapter 7: Storms and Safe Harbors - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Coffee and Dinosaurs - @theartoflovingthomashunt (Red Carpet Diaries; Thomas Hunt x F!OC)

[52drabbles]

Week 46

This week we have a song prompt - Marvin Gaye's 'Let's Get It On.' Which is now stuck in my head. I'm not complaining :)

Happy drabbling!

[daily-vinsmokes]

💛💚 Day 46

Day six of vinsmoke shipping week, for the prompt “the rescued bride.”

If asked, zoro would say he’s saving pudding from a life with the shitty cook but we all know sanji’s the real bride here

[illya-roma]

The ghost zone could be seen in Clockwork's Tower

*splat*

Ghost zone: *puts down a card* who is it

Clockwork: *shuffling through his cards, takes a small glance to the window* " A bat"

Fate: *spines the twister thing* the animal? Right Leg on red.

*sounds of pounding on glass, muffled yelling*

Ghost zone: *putting it's foot on red* human, which one?

Clockwork: * moves a chess piece* " the one with clown trauma.

Ghost zone: *throws dice* which one?

Fate: *painting their nails* when I get my hands on that 1 cent clown ripoff

Clockwork: *comparing their cards* the one who died at their teenage years

Ghost zone: *avoiding eye contact* fate?

Fate: *drawing the joker getting beaten by her while her favorite blurbo watches, with hearts around the blurbo* Clockwork?

Clockwork: *throws dice before glaring at his cards* timeline 17b2

Fate: giggling, kicking his legs* nope, not his time

Ghost zone: motherfucke- again??? *duplicates to keep position*

Ghost zone can be seen grapping the red hood by his shoulder in a death grip. Shaking him and yelling before he's thrown somewhere.

Ghost zone: *returns to it's position* this is like the 20th time

Fate: *pins the twister thing* left hand on green, right foot on yellow *blows gum*

Ghost zone: *looking at their chess pieces* clocks, did you time travel the chess prices position?

Clockwork: *sound of loud crunchy chewing* no, have you put an illusion on your cards?

Ghost zone: Fate?

Fate: *putting her nails in ice under the ghost boy's instructions* truth

Ghost zone: *partially visible cards coming out of it's clothes* no.

Clockwork: Fate

Fate: *smiling with too many Teath at her nails* truth

Short DPXDC Prompts #346

(God I love immortal jason so much I need more fics of this premise)

Jason is unable to technically die. Sure, he can be gravely injured and his heart will stop. No matter what injury, he always comes back to life. It can take multiple hours to days to be revived depending on the injury, but he always gets back up.

Reasoning why? He’s a different flavor of Halfa. Instead of being Half Ghost, his soul gets rejected from the ghost zone and forces his body to repair itself and continue on living

[skeptical-lynx]

Participating in a sweet prompt: Wrapping Batstarion with anything you want 🦇

A cloak for a Vampire Bat Lord

on twtr: https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1936044680786911441?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

on bsky: https://bsky.app/profile/skeptical-lynx.bsky.social/post/3ls23p7kn4s2o

[umprompted]

#46

Top tips on how to get disowned and subsequently readopted by your unknowing parents!

Step one: lie.

Step two: “die”.

[flofaiiry]

Prompt 16 with Robby?

I SWEAR THIS POST LOWKEY MADE ME FERALL 😵‍💫

https://x.com/abbotthinker/status/1924917921727275094?s=46&t=O3zloOzokVWFb2uVmgBMJQ

ok so you’ve altered my brain chemistry with that tweet oh. my. god. !!!!!!! that was all the inspo I needed to write this so thank u🙏🏻 link

#16 - “you taste so good”

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it’s a little known fact that pittsburgh’s favourite ER doc’s guilty pleasure is spending hours with his head between his girlfriends thighs. you, said girlfriend, were the one lucky enough to discover this secret when the first night you spent together he ate you out for what seemed like forever, and made you cum twice before you were practically begging him to fuck you already. he liked sex, sure, of course he did. loved the squeeze of your cunt around his cock and the way you scratch down his back when he hits that one spot inside you. but going down on you? tasting you? he was addicted to that. he couldn’t fuck you without it, it had become engrained in the foreplay- not that you were complaining. tonight’s no different, robby’s got his face right against you, lips wrapped around your clit and beard rubbing against your pussy by consequence. it was a dangerous combination, one that brought you to the edge almost embarrassingly fast. “gonna- fuck, robby ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper, hands tugging at his hair for dear life. when you do cum on his tongue? you swear he moans more than you do, “fuuuck, yes that’s it, baby, give it to me,” he mumbles against you, mouth never once letting up as he coaxes you through your orgasm. “good girl, fuck, you taste so good.” he drags his tongue down to where your release is dripping out of you, lapping it up like it’s some kind of elixir. “one more for me, hm? one more and i’ll give you what you want.”

[obscuretobyfox]

Fun fact! Undertale's DEMO was so positively recieved, it already began spawning certain types of.. "fanart" of Toriel before the full game had even released! This prompted Toby to add the following exchange in Undertale's epilogue:

(Image sourced from: https://x.com/ish_bruhh/status/1813629925725008009?s=46)

[semperama]

if you're still taking setting prompts - 46 💛

the back of a taxi stuck in traffic

"Where are you?" It's Buck's voice in Eddie's ear, crackly from poor signal and thready with...something like panic?

Eddie feels an answering anxiety stir in his stomach, because—Buck doesn't know, right? He can't know. Eddie shoots Christopher a look, and Christopher looks back at him, eyebrows raised. When he mouths Buck, Chris's eyes widen and he makes a cutting motion with his hand across his neck, like Eddie needs to be told not to blab.

"What do you mean, where am I?" Eddie asks. He cranes his neck to look out the front window of the Uber—a Prius, as luck would have it—but the traffic still stretches interminably ahead of them, cars inching forward at the customary crawl. Eddie almost picked the 5 am flight for exactly this reason—so they could avoid rush hour—but he's pretty sure waking a teenager up before dawn is against the Geneva Conventions, so. Here they are. Stuck in traffic. The anticipation of surprising Buck fizzing under his skin, making him jittery.

But now Buck has called him, is asking where he is. Does he know? How can he know?

"I'm, uh." Buck pauses, clears his throat. "I'm at your house," he says.

"I know that, Buck," Eddie says slowly.

"No, I mean. I'm at your house. In Texas. Right now." Each word drops like an ice cube into Eddie's stomach. "But you weren't answering the door, and—and I looked in the front window and there's no furniture here?"

That's—what? No. Eddie shoots a panicked look at Chris, who must be starting to put it all together too, because his expression is scrunched up with dismay. Their furniture isn't in Texas, because it's on a moving truck on the way back from El Paso as they speak. And if Buck had showed up at the house a few hours later, he'd have been tipped off by the For Sale sign the realtor promised she'd put up later today.

Did Buck drive all the way to El Paso? Or did their airplanes pass each other in the air?

"Buck," Eddie says, "Chris and I are in the back of an Uber on the 405. We're like three miles from home."

Silence on the other end of the line. Crackling static, like a puff of air. Then, "You're in LA?"

"We were going to surprise you." Eddie had it all planned. He tested the waters a couple weeks ago, told Buck that Chris hinted about maybe wanting to come back to LA eventually and asked him if it was okay if they all shared the house for a while. Of course Buck said that was fine, more than fine, they could stay as long as they wanted, It's really your house anyway, Eddie.

Eddie called the realtor the next day and got to work making little last-minute repairs so he could sell the house for enough of a profit to recoup his down payment. He'd had to cut back on FaceTiming Buck from the house so Buck didn't see the boxes, calling more between rides to make up for it. And he swore Bobby to secrecy when he called last week to ask for his job back.

Everything was going off without a hitch. Eddie should have known something would go wrong.

"Surprise me?" Buck repeats. "I was going to surprise you."

"Well, I—yeah, I'm pretty damn surprised, Buck," Eddie says. He shoots an apologetic look at Chris for the swearing, but Chris just rolls his eyes.

It's just...this kind of sucks. Eddie has been looking forward to this for weeks. Longer than that, actually. Even before he knew for sure he'd be coming home, he imagined it, the look on Buck's face, the way a smile would spread over his face like the sunrise, the way they'd fall into a hug, the scratch of Buck's stubble against his neck. Before Christopher moved back in with him, sometimes imagining that moment was the only thing that got Eddie through a day. And once it became a real possibility, once Chris said he wanted to go home, it became all Eddie could think about, the reunion playing in his head in technicolor all day long, in a hundred different ways,

"Shit," Buck says on the end of a sigh.

"Yeah," Eddie agrees. He scrubs a hand over his face. The traffic keeps inching, inching, but it doesn't matter as much anymore. They'll get there when they get there. "Please tell me you didn't drive."

"No, I flew," Buck says, and thank God for that. "I was only going to stay a couple days. I just thought—Chris said he was kind of missing LA, and—"

It's Eddie's turn to roll his eyes in Chris's direction. "And you thought if you showed up, you'd remind him of what he was missing even more, and he'd want to come home?"

"Something like that," Buck says, and Eddie can hear the sheepish grin in his voice. "Ugh, changing my return flight is gonna cost an arm and a leg."

"I can split it with you," Eddie offers automatically, but Buck scoffs.

"It was my stupid idea, not yours."

"Uh, we had the exact same stupid idea, Buck," Eddie says. This will be a funny story later, but for now, it stings a little. All this waiting around, and he doesn't even get to see Buck at the end of it.

"I wish I could laugh," Buck says, echoing Eddie's thoughts, "but—"

"Yeah," Eddie says softly. He glances at Christopher, then away, willing his blood to stay away from his face. "Look, Buck—"

"No, hey," Buck says in a rush, "don't—don't say anything, just. I'll get the soonest return flight I can, and I'll see you soon, okay?" And then Buck does laugh after all. Just a little chuckle, but it warms Eddie all the same. "The way LA traffic is, maybe I'll be on the plane before you even make it home."

It doesn't happen quite that fast. Eddie and Chris have time to make it home, to take showers, to order pizza. They have time to put a good dent in the stash of cookies Buck made with Jee the previous weekend, and then to clean up their crumbs. They have time to blow up an air mattress for Chris, because Buck left his room empty.

It's midnight, and Eddie is fast asleep, when a rush of cool air wakes him up. The blankets pulled back, then hiked up again, a warm body at his back. He turns, slow, and there's Buck, looking at him wide-eyed in the dark.

He puts his hand to Buck's face. Buck's fingers wrap around his wrist. This isn't the reunion Eddie pictured.

"You're in my bed," Buck says.

"Mhm." Eddie shifts forward, his knees slotting between Buck's. "That's what you get for leaving it empty."

"Are you—?" Buck whispers, stuttery. "Can I—?"

"Yeah," Eddie says. "Of course. Anything."

This isn't the reunion he pictured, but as Buck nudges their noses together, as they breathe the same air for long moments before their lips brush, Eddie finds he doesn't regret it at all.