#writing ptompt

[local-jawa]

Writing Prompt

You were chosen to become an oracle like your mother and her mother before her. But there is a slight problem... You didn't receive any word from the gods, leaving you without any advices for anyone who comes up to you.

[prompt-portal]

Tuesday 10

1.) "Gonna go home now. Have fun with...whatever this is."

2.) "Is that who I think it is?"

3.) Well,...that looks fun."

4.) "Going somewhere?"

5.) "Where's Mom?"

6.) "Can I go home now?"

7.) "You bought that? At a store? ...Who did you rob?"

8.) "Very hopeful, aren't you?"

9.) "That...is not a sound a guinea pig makes."

10.) Can I just go to bed now?"

[voidcat]

hmm do i do a small prompt list/req thing w drabbles again

[zsrntyouil]

*dies*

Unfortunately, we will be taking a break for the month of November. Don’t worry, we’ll be back with a new list of regulily microfic prompts come December! If you would still like to write during November (which we fully welcome), feel free to follow any prompt list from previous months, which can be found here.

[dinogoofymutated]

Hello, I love your writing!! And the Kurt taking care of an overworked lover really melted my heart 🫠💕 could I ask for a similar prompt with Logan? He's my #1 X Men man. If this ptompt is too specific no worries, feel free to make it work within your own parameters- but I live with chronic pain/illness, so maybe it could be someone with a condition that flairing up and they refuse to rest/ask for help, making things worse, and Logan finally steps in, maybe scoops them up in his big arms and lovingly forces them to take a break? Logan has such a big protective heart under all his gruffness, and I think we need to see more of it in the Fandom.

💖 Love and Bless You 💖

Wolverine/GN!Reader UGH I love this request!! I hope it's okay that i didn't write about a specific illness, but describe a general chronic pain/mobility difficulty due to it. I need to write soft logan like this more often UGH- also, I was picturing the flirty Logan from Wolverine and the X-men here. He's infected my brain and I need more versions of him like that lol. TWS: Chronic pain/illness. flareups.

If there's one thing anyone knows about Logan, it's that's he's crazy observant, especially with that sniffer of his.

Sure me might not be able to smell when you're in pain, but I 100% thing that he just -knows- when something is off. It's like a sixth sense. Like you move in a particular way or eat your "fuck I hurt" food and he's on you like a goddamn bloodhound.

It doesn't matter how much you protest, or how much you fight him on it, he's not willing to budge when it comes to letting you rest- and if he can sneak in a few extra cuddles, or more time in bed with you, it's just a perk.

    Today has been a rough day since you woke up, and you knew it would most likely get worse. 

    You were having a bit of a flare-up. Well, you say a bit, in all actuality, it was an uphill battle from here. There was just something off the moment you woke up. Your joints were stiff and painful, everyday actions became a chore, and you were hurting much more than normal. But, if there was one thing about you everyone knew, it was that you were certainly stubborn. 

    You’re in the kitchen currently, resting at the table after popping a batch of cookies in the oven. Jubilee had been begging you to make her some sweet treats, and with her coming home from a rather long mission tomorrow, you decided to surprise her. Your body’s timing was… unfortunate, but there was no stopping you now. You were exhausted after making the dough, and rolling it into balls. After you had popped them in the oven you had painstakingly walked to the fridge to put the rest of the dough inside, muscles protesting each and every step. You had collapsed into the nearest chair, leaning your head back with a sigh, which is where you are now. You let your eyes drift closed as you wait for the timer to go off, relaxing into the seat.

    “Hey~” You jump at the sound of the voice, opening your eyes to see a smirking Logan, his arms draped across the back of your chair. You let out a huff, smiling at him. 

    “Hi Logan.” You say sweetly. One of his hands reaches down to run through your hair, and you feel like a cat as you eagerly lean into the touch.

    “How are you feeling?” He asks. You hum, grimacing at the question.

    “Fine?” You respond, an unsure tilt in your voice. Logan raises an eyebrow at you.

    “Don't bullshit me, sweetheart. I know somethings off.” Logan rumbles. You make a face, sitting up from the chair as normally as you can as the timer for the cookies goes off.

    “It's just a minor flare-up. It's fine, I'm fine. I have to finish baking these cookies for tomorrow anyway, so I don't really have a choice.” You say. If he sees the way you stumble a little, he doesn’t comment on it. Logan watches as you take a moment before you open the oven, resting against the counter. You realize that you may have gotten up from the chair just a little too fast as stars spot your eyes. After a minute of rest, hyper-aware of Logan’s eyes on you, you go for it. You barely crack the oven door open before Logan grabs you by the waist.

    “Alright, that's enough.” He says. You yelp as Logan drags you away from the oven. He takes the cookies out quickly before he turns around and immediately throws you over his shoulder. Your yelp is more of a screech this time.

    “Logan! Let me go- what are you doing?!” 

    “I'm not gonna stand back and watch you do this to yourself. I'm taking you to bed.” Logan huffs. He’s already walking you out of the kitchen and into the other parts of the mansion as you hit your palms against his back, trying to convince him to put you down.

    “But- I- the cookies!” You cry out. Logan has already gotten to your door opening it as he carries you inside.

    “I got it. Now just- relax.” He says, plopping you down on the bed. The action has you a little dizzy, and Logan leans in to kiss you on the forehead before he tucks you under the covers. 

    “I'm going to go get you some water and vitamins. Stay. Here.” You don’t have time to protest before he’s gone, having shut the door behind him. You want to get up and chase after him, tell him that you don’t need any special treatment and that you were fine on your own, but you’re not sure you can really run right now- and the comfort and warmth of your bed and covers are calling you like a goddamn siren song. 

    You drift in and out of consciousness in bed until Logan is back, with a glass of water and vitamins as promised. He hands you a flintstone gummy as he sits on the bed, and you can’t help but snicker. Logan rolls his eyes, still having delivered vitamins as promised.

    “What did you do about the cookies?” You ask as Logan peels back the covers to lie in the bed with you. He pulls you close as he settles in, rubbing his hands soothingly across the parts of you he knows tend to ache the most. 

    “I put a new batch in the oven. I’ll smell them when they’re ready.” He says. You roll your eyes at him, resting your head against his chest. 

    “Thank you, you know. Not just for the cookies, but… for caring.” You whisper. He huffs a laugh, leaning down to kiss you on the lips this time.

    “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. Just rest.”

[spooky-circuits]

Here's a nice little angst/hurtcomfort ptompt. It's not hard to imagine that Branch suffers from night terrors and nightmares because of everything he's been, though. It's probably like 80% of the reason he's so certain the Bergans will return and is so paranoid, he's sleep deprived, and what little sleep he gets is plagued with bad memories and horrific nightmares, resulting in him bit getting any proper rest.

How does the Snack Pack not only siciver this fact (because it'd be impossible to hide in a group) amd how do they react? WhT methods do they use to try to help him?

Okay I’ve thought about it for a bit and I think this might be a bit too angsty for me to write about. I don’t mind mild angst but honestly it’s not really my cup of tea. If anyone else wants to write angsty stuff for the au feel free too (or not angsty stuff anything is fine) I really don’t mind it is a good prompt.

I just personally like writing stuff that’s a bit more light hearted.

[karlyanalora]

“What did it do?” your neighbor asks.

You grin. “Do you really want to know?”

Your neighbor shakes his head. “You know what, not really. But still, one sheep a week! That’s not sustainable.”

You shrug. “He shears them first. Leaves the wool in a sack I leave out for him. And he only seems to eat the old or sick ones, and you know how I hate putting them down. He seems like a reasonable fellow. He’s also taken a liking to my daughter. He brought her a ruby last week. At this rate I won’t need the sheep anymore.”

Your neighbor takes a nice long look at the dragon. It seems young enough, a dark red color, but he’s got plenty of scars. He’s currently trying to hide behind a tree.

“I must admit, he certainly doesn’t act very dangerous.” 

You nod. “To be honest, I think he’d prefer to go vegetarian. He cries over his weekly sheep.”

“A dragon eats one of your sheep on a weekly basis and you do nothing?” “Yes, well, you should have seen what it did to the bandits who tried to steal the whole flock…”

[firstclassthot]

Otp prompt #68

“You guys are so cute together!”

While the stranger meant no harm by the comment, they had completely misread the dynamic between A and B. They were friends, always had been and always will be.

But why can’t person A stop thinking about the comment? The longer they ponder, the more they seemingly agree. 

But does B share the same sentiment?

[bandit-of-the-radio]

Looking for Blogs to Follow

Hello, I am back to using Tumblr again after awhile. 

Fandoms: 

-RWBY (YES PLEASE) 

-RvB (Not so much Zero, but I’ll take whatever content you’ll give me) 

-Arcane 

-Legend of Vox Machina 

-Critical Role 

-Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire 

-House of Dragon 

-Attack on Titan

-Warriors 

-Star Wars

Other: 

-Roleplay

-OTP Prompts

-Writing Prompts 

-Art Prompts

-Art References 

-Horses

-Dragons

-RWBY OC’s 

[lawfulgoodchaos]

Writing Prompt #6

You’re character is flying alone on a plane. Thankfully they’ve got a window seat so they can just stare outside and enjoy themselves oh wait, it’s their least favorite person in the world, in the seat next to their’s. Lovely.

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #79

“Hey, Little Bird, what are you up too?”

[apersimmons]

"I'd rather let you go whole than to keep you and watch pieces break while I hold you in my arms."

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #1164

The witch and the hunter glared at one another, both of their weapons raised.

“You didn’t use to be like this.” The hunter’s voice was somber.

“And you didn’t use to be interested in hunting down innocent women,” the witch spat in return. “Time changes people, it seems.”

[writing-killed-my-last-braincell]

Writing Prompt No.25

A single bloodstained rose lay on the porch that cloudy Monday morning. She knew what she had to do.

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

PHYSICAL CONTACT IDEAS

Whether it's romantic, platonic, sexual, etc. here are some ways to imagine your characters making physical contact with each other:

holding hands

hugging

kissing

cuddling

carrying

caressing

tickling

nudging

massaging

patting on the back

linking arms

shaking hands

high fiving

pinky swearing

playing footsie

playing with the other's hair

sitting on the other's lap

putting an arm around the other's shoulders/back

resting their head on the other's shoulder/chest

tapping the other to get their attention

[justskulkingaround]

Oh, it’s for writing. It isn’t much, but I feel like one of the states would kill everyone at Just Dance.

You got it. I’ll try to write that out and have it posted by later tonight.

Thanks for the prompt!