#scrubs prompts

[idreadthenight]

my number one barrier in writing any sex scene for any pairing in the Pitt?

the fact that I need them all to go home after shift and SHOWER FIRST

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 20 - Memory

Rare is it to see you so shaken. I can only imagine what thoughts must be consuming you at this moment, my love.

[bisexualvader]

@prequelsnet Prequels Appreciation Week: Day 4 — Costumes

Anakin Skywalker + Prequel Film Appearances

[weewoo911]

Nurse!Tommy AU where he is somehow always working when Buck ends up in the emergency room

Buck acting a fool because he hasn’t yet realised he’s into the hot buff nurse, Tommy enjoying the banter with his cute patient but also getting incredibly exasperated because We really need to stop meeting like this, Evan

[pyrepostings]

This isn't really a new idea, but I love giving whumpees little tiny tools to complete big projects.

Scrubbing the floor with a toothbrush, clipping the lawn with nail clippers.

Ooh scrubbing a floor with a flimsy bristled paint brush.

Or just giving them only slightly less effective tools that are still clearly not designed for the task to make them look like an idiot in public. Have you ever swept water into a drain when there wasn't a mop? Looks dumb but surprisingly effective.

[jacely]

Hahaha-… Uh-oh…

[drawyourblankas]

Draw your characters like this

[btheleaf]

35 for the hugs ^~^

From the hug prompts

1.4k words/ Ao3 link

Cloud kids, air kids, Pema, and Lin.

35. Cuddle pile

Tenzin cracked his eyes open to see rolling multicolored clouds painted red and yellow by the vibrant light of the sunset over Yue Bay. A few baby bison flew around as they played. He groaned and fell back down when he tried to sit up.

 “Oh good, you’re awake.” Bumi’s voice came from beside him.

Tenzin turned his aching head to see his brother laying on the ground next to him. “What happened?”

“I sorta knocked you out while we were sparring and I didn’t want Pema to yell at me, so I kinda laid on the ground next to you so it looked like we were just hangin’ out.”

Tenzin sighed and turned his attention back to the clouds. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah,” Bumi agreed and the pair of them remained silent for a little while.

“Who hurt who?”

The brothers looked up past their bushy eyebrows to see Kya standing over their heads with water at the ready. Where other people would see a healer ready to do her job, Bumi and Tenzin knew better. The clip of her words was all they needed to know she was annoyed already. They didn’t see one of the best healers in the world, they saw their sister who could and would turn that water into ice picks if they made a wrong move.

They pointed at each other in unison.

Kya groaned. “Seriously? Come on. Pema thought one of you died because you haven’t moved in like 20 minutes.”

Tenzin smirked at Bumi who pouted at the realization that Pema would be yelling at him later.

“Lay down, sis. The clouds are looking beautiful right now.”

Kya turned her face towards the sky and let out a small sigh. She put the water back in her flask and made each of them scooch to the side so she could take the spot between them.

She pointed at the sky. “That one looks like a baby bison.”

“That is a baby bison,” Tenzin said.

“Oh.” A pause. “Sorry, I’m really high right now.”

Bumi laughed and Tenzin voiced his displeasure with a resounding, Ugh.

“That one looks like Uncle Zuko’s scar,” Bumi said after another minute. Kya and Tenzin murmured in agreement.

“This one’s shaping up to look like Druk.” Tenzin waved his finger back and forth at a long oblong of a cloud formation.

“All I see is a banana,” Bumi argued and then squinted. “Or a dingy.”

“Dragons are kinda shaped like bananas,” Kya interjected which finally got a laugh out of Tenzin as well as Bumi.

The sound of a glider closing whipped through the air. “Daddy, what are you doing?”

“We’re cloud watching,” Tenzin said.

“Oooooo!” Ikki exclaimed and hopped up in a spin to float herself down into the space between Kya and Tenzin. Both of them moved to cushion her landing even though it wasn’t really a necessity now that she had a better handle on her bending. “Have you seen any good ones?”

Kya pressed her finger to the tip of Ikki’s nose which made the young girl laugh. “Your dad saw a dragon fruit and Uncle Bumi saw a thingy.”

Tenzin rolled his eyes and Bumi cackled.

More whistling wind followed by wooden clattering came from nearby. Jinora and Meelo stood with their arms crossed over everyone’s heads.

“Ikki, you got distracted again,” Jinora complained.

Ikki shrugged. “It can’t be that important if it wasn’t better than clouds.”

Now it was Kya’s turn to laugh.

“Get down here, soldiers. That’s an order,” Bumi commanded with a playful lilt to his words.

“Aye, aye, sir!” Meelo saluted and was careless as he stepped over and on top of Kya and Bumi to take the space between them.

“Oof! Ah!”

“Settle down, kid. Yeesh.”

Jinora pouted and sat cross legged next to her father. Tenzin held out his arm to invite her into the fabric of his robe, and even though she was trying to be serious as a newly anointed master, she cracked a smile and took the spot, using his shoulder as a pillow.

Ikki started pointing at nearly every cloud in the sky. “That one looks like a papaya. That one looks like Twinkle Starchild’s nose. That one looks like a tree that I saw the other day. That one looks like a cloud. That one looks like a bean bun.”

Heavy clinking footsteps approached as Ikki went on.

“Uh-oh. Here comes the fuzz,” Bumi warned.

Everyone on the ground looked up over the tops of their heads again, this time seeing Lin approaching in her noisy metal uniform along with Pema who was holding Rohan.

“This some kind of Air Nation sit-in protest about dinner?” Lin asked.

“Maybe if we were sitting it would be, but as you can see, we’re laying down.” Kya wagged her finger at Lin and everyone in the group snickered.

“Are you high?” Lin leaned down over Kya to inspect her.

“What, are you a cop?” Kya pouted.

Lin sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

Bumi snorted again. Tenzin shot Pema an apologetic look.

“Okay.” Pema put Rohan down on Bumi’s chest. “Since no one wants to help with dinner like they said they would, Lin and I will eat since we’re doing all the work and then the rest of you can fight over what’s left in the snack cabinet later.”

The group grumbled and groaned in protest.

Pema stared at each of them in turn as she spoke. “Yes, you’re all very cute when you act like this, but it’s too late to throw an extra 10 people into the dining hall, so we need to figure something out.”

Kya pulled something with specks of chipped white paint from her belt, took a deep breath, and blew on it.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Lin shook her head and guided Pema to stand closer to the group on the ground.

Pema looked from Lin to Kya. “What did you just do?”

Kya threw her arms up towards the sky as a mass of shadows descended on them. “Bison party!”

Pema’s jaw dropped when she looked up and saw what had to be every bison on the island getting ready to land around them. Oogi came down by Tenzin with a thud and Jinora narrowly avoided getting licked by his big tongue. She yelped and flew out of the way. Tenzin accepted his fate and laughed the whole time he was getting covered in bison saliva.

The group was soon crowded in by the few adult bison and the dozen or so baby bison that the acolytes had migrated to the island a few months ago. The smaller bison floated down bleating and whinnying until they filled all the available space between their adult counterparts.

“Watch this.” Kya smirked. “Sugar, go night-night.”

The bison behind Lin and Pema let out a low huff and toppled onto its side. Kya got up and hugged the beast’s stomach. Little bison got closer, curious about what Sugar was doing, and being the social creatures that they were, began to relax into laying and sitting positions to imitate Sugar. Oogi and the other adults followed suit, and soon the group was completely surrounded by a ring of fuzzy creatures that had no intention of moving.

Tenzin hopped up to lay face-down on Oogi’s stomach and everyone else dispersed to find their own cuddle partner. Pema’s lips pressed into a thin frown of annoyance. Lin put her hand on Pema’s shoulder.

“It’s not too late to order takeout.”

Pema sighed and nodded. She climbed over a few baby bison to exit the circle and came back a few minutes later to find the bison huddled even closer together with her family lounging all over them. Tenzin called her over to get set up on Oogi’s legs between him and Lin. He wrapped her in his arms and Lin took her hand.

She watched Kya shepherd the baby bison until they were forming a tight-knit group for the kids to get comfortable in, and then smiled as the waterbender shepherded Bumi and Rohan to get into the circle with them. Kya then hopped in herself and everyone inside the fuzzy ring of baby bison relaxed back to put their attention to the sky.

The clouds were getting dark, now taking on more tones of pink and purple as the sun lowered across the ocean. Shadows disappeared as dusk approached. Pema rested her head back onto Oogi’s side, figuring she’d give Tenzin a moment of peace before telling him he needed to go out to pick up dinner… and give Bumi another minute or two before the yelling started.

[oopsallmabari]

one more codex prompt down, one left to go. submitted by @creaking-skull:

4. a letter from your OC to their love interest

A letter found within the interior chambers of Vigil’s Keep, alongside a small, leather-bound journal filled with various pressed flowers and other flora from across Western Thedas. The journal is complete with accompanying drawings and diagrams, including a number of unnamed specimens. After cross-referencing with the Dean of Botanical Studies at the University of Cumberland in Nevarra, it is believed that some are the first of their kind to be documented in Thedas.

Dearest, I hate that I could not join you in time for your arrival to Weisshaupt, but I’m glad you were able to arrive safely. We’ve just crossed back into Orlais—I do not plan for us to stay long, but the Hunterhorn Mountains were just as unforgiving for our return trek. None of our party sustained any major injuries, but our provisions ran out two days early, and we’ll need time before any of us are fit to travel again. Velanna’s…displeased, though I expect it’s more to do with her feelings on the inn we’re staying at. Serault’s Sanctuary appears to be more orphanage than hostel, and Velanna’s managed to capture the interest of several children here. I think it’s quite sweet, actually. Your reports on the siege of Adamant Fortress were deeply concerning. Our journey into the Fade all those years ago was hardly a pleasant one—that you had to experience it again, in the flesh? I regret that you could not all make it out safely. But Maker, I cannot deny what a relief it is that you made it out at all. To not hear from you for so long—beloved, I worried. But I will not dwell on darkness when there are more pressing battles ahead. I have taken some time to consult with the others, but given what you’ve told me, I see no other options. I have had my suspicions of the other Warden contingents ever since what happened in Amaranthine—the Wardens may claim to operate without regard to boundary or border, but I cannot forget the minimal aid we received in trying to rebuild Vigil’s Keep after the darkspawn’s assault, nor the continued disregard from the First Warden of my reports on the Architect. That Clarel’s misguided attempt to sacrifice so many Wardens in the hopes that it would end all Blights was not simply overlooked, but encouraged, by Warden leadership, is more than enough confirmation for me that they cannot be trusted to protect their own, much less the rest of Thedas. The threat of the Blight still looms, and my leads further west have all but run out. So, while Weisshaupt still offers you food, shelter, and grudging acknowledgment, I make a request of you, and I do not make it lightly. Pull our people out. Every last Fereldan and sympathizer to our cause. They will march to Amaranthine under my command and await further orders there. The other Warden-Commanders have been all too content to keep me on the outskirts: it should be no issue, then, if I continue my efforts to stop the darkspawn without their meddling. They followed you across the continent, beloved—they will listen to you again. Submit the attached orders with my seal, if you must. I will have no part in the war games of fools who would toy with the lives of good and loyal people. Ferelden’s Wardens will return to Amaranthine unbound. My partner in all things—though I am not yet at your side, my heart beats with yours. Do not let them forget that the roses of Ferelden still have their thorns. With love, Veria

[bnha-prompts]

Incorrect quotes #1

Mic walks in: You should lock your door, there's horrible people out there

Aizawa: There's horrible people in here.

[mrgabel]

Avian August Day 08, Florida scrub jay (Floridahäher)

Dieses Blau! 💙 This blue! 💙

[lkluvsu]

any thoughts about pedrigavi pirate au?

depends on if you mean siren pedri x new deckhand gavi or what 😋

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

Hi, I'm Missile (26 y/o and EST based). I use any/all pronouns, so go wild! You can find all the relevant tags on this post for your navigational purposes. Looking forward to roleplaying with you!

[pagerunner-j]

And now, thanks to still being awake at 5:30 in the goddamn morning because I was up all night editing, and my brain is friend fried (see?!):

I might have finally watched Vincent Valentine's introductory scene in FF7 Rebirth and absolutely fucking laughed my ass off.

Is it inherently funny even if you know nothing about the (English) VAs? Yep. Is it much funnier if you know damn well that that's Matthew Mercer?

Yes. Yes, it is.

P.S. Cait Sith might be my unexpected favorite character in this thing. And thank God his voice actor actually is Scottish.

[heritageposts]

The Eurovision song contest is facing intense scrunity and accusations of discrimination after it rebuked Swedish-Palestinian pop star Eric Saade for wearing a Palestinian scarf in the opening act of the semi-finals. Saade, whose father is of Palestinian origin, kicked off the first semi-final of the Eurovision Song Contest in Malmo, Sweden on Tuesday evening with a keffiyeh, a traditional Palestinian and Arab male headdress, wrapped around his wrist. [...] In response, the organisers of the contest, European Broadcasting Union (EBU) released a statement saying it "regretted" that Saade wore the scarf. "The Eurovision Song Contest is a live TV show. All performers are made aware of the rules of the contest, and we regret that Eric Saade chose to compromise the non-political nature of the event," it said. [...] Eurovision later posted clips of the performances of the other two opening acts on its social media pages, but did not share Saade’s, prompting social media users to share the performance on their personal pages to show support for the artist.

Waving Palestinian flags, wearing traditional Palestinian garments, or if we're being honest, just being Palestinian, is now officially "too political" for Eurovision.

Literally, all Saade did was wear a keffiyeh around his wrist—while being Palestinian—and that was enough to get a statement from the EBU, and have his opening performance scrubbed from Youtube.

If you're not already boycotting Eurovision this year, then what the fuck is wrong with you?

Below are two statements from Saade. The first one, giving his reason for participating, was posted a few days ago, and the other was in response to the EBU accusing him of 'compromising the non-political nature' of the Genocide Song Contest:

Reminder again to BOYCOTT EUROVISION 🇵🇸

[gloomwitchwrites]

hear me out hear me out

what if the 141 men were with reader who could not lock in before sex, like they’re out here spewing FILTH and reader is unable to do anything but giggle and hide their face- not wanting it to stop, but also having no idea how to respond without their cheeks hot enough to light a flame

What a delicious prompt, anon. Sometimes you just need something a little naughty and this one hit the spot. Thank you for sending it in!! Enjoy!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (MDNI): established relationship, dirty talk, suggestive themes, breeding, horny behavior

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if series

John Price

“You hiding from me?”

You sink further into the cushions of the sofa, hiding your face from your husband. “I can’t,” you giggle, cheeks flaming.

“Thought you wanted to ride my dick until I look like a prune.”

“John!”

His tone becomes sultry. The sofa sags under his weight as he traps you beneath him. “Let me breed you. Fill you with my cum. You can lay on your back. I’ll do all the work.”

John’s large hands find your knees, spreading you wide as he settles between.  You refuse to look at him. One peek and you won’t be able to control yourself.

He grinds himself against you, his hardness stiff and apparent. “How wet are you for me? What will I find if you allow me a touch?”

You attempt to wiggle away, but John is much stronger, and far more determined. As you twist away to claw yourself out from under him, John grasps your wrists and pins them to the cushion. He grinds his erection against your ass, and this time you gasp through the giggles.

“I’ll turn that laughter into moans, love. Just spread those legs for me.”

Your cheeks flame hotter with the promise.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Wrapping you up in his arms, Johnny lifts, and then he body slams you into the top of the bed. It’s not rough or breath stealing, more like a weighted blanket falling on you that might be a bit heavier than you expected. You’re completely smushed beneath him, unable to wiggle out from under him. Johnny’s erection pokes the curve of your ass, his need apparent and insistent.

“Johnny!” you laugh, as he starts to aggressively hump you.

Johnny nips at your ear, then your throat, growling with an over-the-top snarl which only sends you further into hysterics.

“Gonna fuck me now, lass?” he asks as you stifle your giggles with the duvet.

“Stop,” you chuckle, even though you don’t want him to.

Johnny turns from humping to grinding, all the silliness in his body leaving as he expertly rocks himself against you. “Could take you like this. Face down.” Johnny’s hand comes down firmly on your butt. “Ass up.” His palms squeezes, comes down again. “Could tie you up this time. Use the spreader bar.” Your face grows even hotter. “Eat your pussy like that for hours.”

You’re unable to look at him, embarrassment and desire clashing within you.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

You don’t hear the shower door opening. You aren’t even aware Simon is there until his hands fall on your hips.

“Si—” His name on your lips is cut short as he halts your attempt to turn around.

Simon presses you up against the shower wall, his muscled body a weight you cannot escape from. His hands roam downward, and then inward to between your thighs.

“Teasing me on purpose?” he asks with a hint of a growl. “Scrubbing your body down in full view of me. Touching your breasts, tempting me with glimpses of your cunt.”

Every naughty word heats your cheeks. It might be sexy as fuck but you can’t help yourself—the flustered giggle emerges unbidden.

“So you do want to fuck me,” croons Simon, grinding his dick against your ass. “Could take you up against this wall.” He lifts one leg, opening you slightly. “Or fuck you like this. Wash away the cum after. Put it all back once we get out.”

“Simon,” you hiss, smacking his arm, face heating to new heights.

“Wet,” he whispers, dipping one and then a second finger into you. “Warm.” He pumps. Once. Twice. Thrice. “And all fucking mine.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

His strong hands are vices on your hips, guiding you backward until you bump against the edge of the kitchen countertop. There is no escape. No running from Kyle when he’s determined to make you melt in his arms. The kiss is languid and slow, sending heat through your body.

“Should I take you right here? On the counter?”

It’s the devilish smirk that bites you. Already, you feel your cheeks flaming bright hot and scorching.

“Or,” he continues, “I can bend over the kitchen table. Fuck you senseless until you come around my cock.”

“Kyle!” you laugh, shoving at him, burying your face in his chest.

But Kyle isn’t done. “All that cum dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.”

The image is luscious, but his words are sending you into a giggle fit. It’s too much too fast, and though you enjoy his words, you’re unable to control yourself.

You place your hand over his mouth, and you feel his mouth form into a smile. Kyle presses in, holding your gaze. The words repeat in your head, over and over until you’re itching to run from him.

Your hand slips and Kyle makes his move. “Bend over.”