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right place, right time prompts.

so i got watching a ton of new tv shows lately, and it occurred to me that actually i do love it when characters are unexpectedly saved by someone who just happened to be exactly in the right place at precisely the correct moment, yk? and i failed to think of the right name, so the title of this list is entirely thanks to a very dear friend of mine who informed me! so here's a list, i hope you guys love it, DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OR EDIT IT!!! i like to edit them over time as new ideas come to me.

[ ALIBI ]: the sender provides a false alibi to protect the receiver from legal issues.

[ HAND ]: the sender suddenly arrives to grab the receiver's hand before they fall to their death

[ CAR ]: the sender arrives on scene as the impromptu getaway driver for the receiver (who hadn't been expecting it).

[ FATAL ]: the sender unwittingly arrives on scene when the receiver is being attacked, and to protect the receiver, they kill the assailant.

[ DISTRACT ]: the sender provides a diversion so the receiver can escape a dangerous situation.

[ OUT COLD ]: the sender knocks out an assailant before they can seriously wound the receiver.

[ DUNNO ]: the sender lies about the location of the receiver in order to protect them from pursuers.

[ FAKE ]: the sender, in a situation where they're forced to kill the receiver, only pretends to kill the receiver and takes their "dead" body away in the car.

[ SACRIFICE]: the sender sacrifices their life to ensure the receiver's survival.

[ BACK-UP ]: the sender arrives just in time to help the receiver in a fight.

[ EXCUSES ]: the sender provides an excuse for the receiver to stay at an event where they shouldn't be.

[ HIDDEN ]: the sender hides the receiver from pursuers.

[ SHELTER ]: the sender finds the unconscious receiver and brings them to a safe place.

[ HERO ]: the sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ RUN! ]: the sender tackles the attacker so the receiver can make a safe get-away.

[ FIGHT ]: the sender fights off the assailants so the receiver can flee to safety.

[ INTERCEPT ]: the sender unexpectedly emerges and stands between the receiver and a threat.

[ MISDIRECTION ]: the sender points a group of pursuers in the opposite direction to buy the receiver some time to hide.

[ SANCTUARY ]: the sender opens the door when the receiver knocks in search of help, and brings them into their home.

[ REPUTATION ]: the sender, being somewhat infamous in the area, arrives when the receiver is being hassled, causing the assailants to flee rather than risk the consequences of crossing them.

[ RECOGNIZE ]: the sender pretends to know the receiver in order to help them avoid unwanted attention.

[ AFAR ]: the sender incapacitates, distracts or kills an assailant from a distance to protect the receiver.

[ FRIENDS ]: the sender, unable to attend directly, sends friends over to protect the receiver when they encounter a threat.

[ NEGOTIATE ]: the sender intervenes in a tense situation and manages to smoothly persuade a potential threat to leave the receiver alone.

[ BRIBE ]: the sender gives a threat a significant amount of money to leave the receiver alone.

[ ANNOUNCE ]: the sender issues a declaration that the receiver is under their protection, assuring all potential attackers that any attempts will result in a brutal retaliation from them.

VERBAL PROMPTS:

" they're with me. "

" i was with them all night. "

" hey! these guys bothering you? "

" i wouldn't do that if i were you. "

" you must've really pissed those guys off, huh? "

" follow my lead... "

" don't worry. you're safe here. i won't let anyone hurt you. "

" you're lucky i found you when i did; those people were right down the street. "

" get in the car! now! "

" i'm gonna buy you as much time as i possibly can. make it count, okay? get out of here. now! "

" you can come out now. they're long gone. "

" nobody's going to hurt you like that again. "

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send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment. 

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"Yes, Singer." Fritz was stronger than he looked, and handled the sluggish six-foot man like a pro. "He saved me from a vampire last year. Convinced me to treat hunters in my neck of the woods, if I could. It's not a licensed clinic, but it's cheaper than a hospital in this country."

Lightning flashed again, and he used it to whip his head back, forth, up, down, looking for anything that might have torn that handsome man apart. Seeing nothing, he dragged the man along. "My car, first. We'll start there. Get out of this fucking rain." The accent was still out of place for Michigan, but hey, it wasn't a white van. It looked like a green model from the 80s, but clearly loved and taken care of. Plenty of windows to see into.

Fritz pulled the passenger door open, and helped the man inside. The blood wasn't going to do the fabric any good, but he was an ex-paramedic, and a hematologist. He knew how to strip blood out of anything. He slid into the driver's seat, and under the glow of the street light, Dean was finally able to get a good look at him. Fair skin, sharp features, black hair, and light blue eyes behind those splattered, dated frames.

"So, mystery man, we've got two options. I can drop you off at a hospital. Or, I can treat you at my place, which will be cheaper. You can borrow my phone to ask Bobby about me, if that will make you feel better."

"Oh. Like, Singer?" In case there's another Bobby he should be aware of. Probably not. He lets himself be towed along, dazed, falling into an awkward step to avoid putting too much weight on the hip that's not happy with any of these proceedings. Easier to focus on that than the glassy sting on his chest, or the please don't have a white van please don't have a white van please don't chanting in the juvenile corner of his brain.

Upright, this guy's as big as Sam, but he could take him, he thinks. Not the direction things appear to be going, but it's reassuring enough to knock away some of the suspicion. At this point, he'll take what he can get.

"Me, too," he adds lamely, too much later, squinting against the rain. "Where ...?" Are they going? Did he come from? Either works.

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random challenge for RPers (who use real people for FCs…so no drawings or AI!) this might actually help increase the diversity in the FC pool. Who knows? write 3-5 of your OC’s names, then put their FC + an alternative FC as well. Tag your friends!

Fritz Finitzer | FC: Tom Hiddleston. Alt FC: Roy Schneider

Bernadette | FC: Ellie Kendrick. alt FC: Kristen Stewart

An unnamed angel I never got off the ground | FC: Matthew McConaughey. Alt FC: Eddie Redmayne

Connor McCallahan | FC: Jason Wiles. Alt FC: Travis Aaron Wade

Alistair Green | FC: Neil Newbon. Alt FC: Troy Baker

tagged by: stole it tagging: steal it

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"Oh, I miss paramedic bingo." Fritz dodged the half-assed swat like a pro as he continued to check the stranger's vitals. "I'm pretty sure 'tripped' was on there. My personal favorite was 'fell on it.' So, we're going with 'tripped' beat your face in, and left these lacerations? These..." blue eyes narrowed behind the aviator glasses when he found five lines of shredded fabric across the man's chest, and torn flesh beneath. Like something with claws.

"... Alright, before it comes back, come on." He'd had far too much practice lifting dead weight off the ground, and Dean was pulled to his feet with surprising efficiency. Lightning struck again overhead, and Fritz used it to whip his head up and down the alley to make sure they were alone before tugging his sluggish companion toward the road. "I don't even want to know what you're hunting. I'm a friend of Bobby's, if that means anything to you."

He hoped so, because if this was just some civilian, and he was the one with the most supernatural knowledge? They were both dead. Fritz knew a surface level of a few things. Namely vampires and zombies. The rest was a mystery.

Dean scrunches up at the bright invasion, and fucking, ow. Parts of his face he's never been aware of ache from the effort, and he's a little (read: a lot) blind from the sudden flash. He blinks hard, fighting the halo effect, and groans his way back toward full consciousness. Effective communication, sure. Coming right up.

"Uh ..." croaked quite intelligently with a tongue like lead, " .. the ground?"

Since he last checked, at least. The brick scratching the back of his head is proof. That's more than enough personal information, though. He makes a feeble attempt at swatting off the aid, but his arm gives up before his brain gives it the permission to, and that's just awesome, actually. If the creature's back to finish the job, Dean's more than ripe for the taking.

"Back off, man, I'm fine. I just ... Tripped."

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Harrow Sentences, Vol. 1 | @chronal-anomaly "Of course I trust you, but what good does knowing that do you?"

He didn't say a word. Long legs continued to pace the small confines of his energy cell in Watchpoint Gibraltar. Lena had known him before the fall. Lena had read his name on the memorial in Zurich. Lena had found out he was still alive when the cowboy brought him in, less than two days ago. Ana had taken no chances with the former Blackwatch agent, he'd left too much of a convoluted damning trail in Talon's wake. He'd taken a dart to the neck and was shoved in that cell within minutes of arrival.

The man she remembered was a hell of a mercenary. A brutal, efficient man when it was needed, and a deadpan jokester when it wasn't. The man in front of her now? He paced that cell like a caged predator. Blue eyes scanned every inch for some kind of weakness, calculating and angry. He'd held his lover again for the first time in five years, promised him that he was going to stay. That wasn't something Fritz would ever deliver lightly. He'd break out and run if he had to, he didn't come this far to get put down like the dog he was. He couldn't do that to Jess.

"You could talk to them. Clearly, they need to hear it from more than just Jesse." The German's accent had thickened slightly from stress as he continued to pace, unable to look at her still. "I've been chasing Talon. I haven't joined them. Refusing them cost me a fucking leg and five years of my life. Do they really think he would have let me live? That he'd bring me in here, if I was such a fucking danger to you all!?"

The steps faltered a bit, and a hand reached out to brace against the sterile wall. Anger alone was propping him up, Fritz was exhausted.

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Send me a ☂ to find my character in a dark alley in the middle of a storm, beaten and bloody ( for dean ) | @inwire

The man who all but stalked through the pounding rain was thin, but towering. Water sluiced through raven hair, splattered the lenses of his aviator glasses, and dripped down the leather coat doing its best to insulate its owner against the sudden chill. In truth, he should have been miserable to walk two more blocks to his car in that storm, but he found he didn't mind it. Even tilted his head back to let the rain hit him better. Walking in defiance of mother nature made him feel alive. It'd been a hot minute since he last felt alive.

A flash of lightning lit the whole street, and Thor's ire was quick to follow with a thunderclap that rattled his bones. But that flash had been enough to see water trailing from an alley to his right, carrying asphalt gray tinged with red.

Well that wasn't right. Part of him hated that he'd met Bobby Singer. Part of him hated that he now had reservations when it came to a person who might be in need. A year ago, he would have run in without a second thought. Now? Now he had to weigh the possibility of being eaten against doing the right thing. His steps were cautious, and his back pressed against the brick wall before those rain-speckled lenses peered around the corner of the alley to find a crumpled man. Alone. Propped against the wall.

If it was a trap, it wasn't a good one. There was only one kind of idiot who would be walking around in this weather.

Fritz pushed himself off the wall and jogged to the stranger's side. His face was beaten in, blood still clung to his clothes despite the rain, and he didn't stir at all at the German's approach. But he had a pulse, albeit strained. Neck and spine appeared to be spared. Fritz activated the flash on his phone camera before peeling back an eyelid to check his pupil.

"Damn, those are green," he mused out loud, encouraged to find them both even and responsive. "Can you hear me? My name's Fritz, can you tell me yours? Do you know where you are?"

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/// should I make Roy Schneider his alt face claim since I stole some of his essence for this nerd anyway

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Harrow Sentences, Vol. 1

(Sentences from Harrow (2018-2021). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you."

"You know, not only are you just not my type, you're not anybody's type."

"I'm not leaving you like that again. I don't care what you say; you're stuck with me."

"I don't think I'm going to want to talk to you for a while."

"Is this what you spend your spare time doing? Honestly, that explains a lot."

"Look at you! You used to be such a handsome young man! What happened?"

"How could you not be in love with her?"

"I'm not in love with her. I work with her."

"Jesus Christ, do they let any idiot into medical school?"

"So, being a boat owner - is that a sound investment?"

"Boats aren't about the money; they're about the promise."

"Whatever you've done, your secret's safe. Unless, of course, there's something you want to tell me?"

"You really need to stop playing Fifty Shades of innuendo!"

"Does it get boring being right all the time?"

"It's quite sad that you miss me so much. This is why I don't have a dog."

"Believe it or not, not every decision is made for the greater good."

"Of course I trust you, but what good does knowing that do you?"

"They think you did it. They think you killed him. They're looking for anything to pin this on you, and they're finding it."

"You should let this whole idea go, but you won't, will you?"

"Please don't look at me like that. I haven't changed. I'm still the same person."

"It wasn't an accident, was it? Someone tried to kill you."

"I told you that doctors make the worst patients."

"Have you actually been discharged from the hospital?"

"I'm not finished learning from you yet, you know."

"Let's play a game. We each tell each other four things, but only one is the truth. Get it wrong, you buy the next round of drinks."

"You were shot! Why didn't you tell me you were shot?"

"What are you afraid that I'll discover in that head of yours?"

"It's rude to Google people."

"Don't drink my whisky."

"Isn't this case closed?"

"Whatever this is, maybe I can help. I've helped before."

"It's unusual for you to be wrong."

"You smell like regret."

"When bad things happen, you chase answers - but sometimes you get so obsessed with the dead that you forget the living."

"I suggest you choose your clever remarks more carefully around here."

"They love you here! What's wrong with them?"

"Usually when people die, it's the end of the story, not the start."

"Why are you so snippy today? I thought you would be pleased to be back home!"

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

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Yet another AO3 bot situation - please spread the word!

Hi, it's me again, the person who wrote that viral post about fanfiction plagiarism! Today I'm here to warn you about abuse perpetrated by bots who have stolen AO3 usernames.

There's currently an epidemic of bots going around leaving (apparently random) horrible, hateful comments on people's fics. This isn't the first time bots have invaded AO3, but the big problem with this wave is that they're using real AO3 usernames to do it.

I learned about this when another writer contacted me after receiving the following comment on their story:

Now, while that is my username, I DEFINITELY did not leave this comment (and anyone who would leave something like that on a fic should be slapped! What an awful thing to post). This fic is in a completely unrelated fandom that I have never participated in, nor has that author participated in any of my fandoms, so the probability of it being some intentional fandom drama thing to make me look bad is also low.

The writer whose fic the comment was left on enlisted the aid of some friends and tracked down other guest comments with unrelated usernames attached, which is pretty strong evidence that they are being left by bots at random.

The TL;DR: If you receive a cruel comment from a (Guest) with an actual AO3 username attached, it's most likely from a bot. Please do not lash out at or dogpile the AO3 user who owns that name, and who in all likelihood has no idea that their name has been hijacked for evil.

If finding this kind of comment on a fic, even left by a bot, is likely to upset you, I would recommend changing your comment settings so that only users who are logged in can leave comments. To do this, edit your story settings, and under "Privacy," select the radio button that says "Only registered users can comment," as shown below.

Please spread the word to other AO3 users! And if you see mean guest comments on other fics, maybe let the author know that it's probably from a bot and not a real person who thinks their writing is bad.

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Feel old yet? Team Fortress 2 released in 1972

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I don't normally do this, but I'm in a bind.

My two year old kitty, Gideon, has had a slew of health problems for a while now. And it's been a struggle with sleepless nights and medication not working. We've finally pinpointed everything, and we know what's going on. He's recovering now and on the mend. We have the right meds and the right food, and he's starting to return back to his happy self. He's been diagnosed with Pandora Syndrome and FLUTD. He has to be on anxiety medication for the rest of his life.

My little kitty means the world to me. But I need help. I've managed to pay off two of four vet bills, but things are getting rough right now. I know times are really hard for everyone, so if you can at least pass this GoFundMe around… I'd appreciate it. Anything helps. My affectionate little void boy would purr-sonally thank you... if he knew how to use a computer. So I'll thank you on his behalf.

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RED and BLU sniper for funzies

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We’ll be lambs to the slaughter. ( from bobby )

A meme I can't find, go steal another from the list

"You've got to be shitting me, Bobby!" The towering medic had his back to the door, shotgun in hand, digging his heels to keep his entire body weight against the vibrating metal. "I didn't sign up to get eaten alive, find us a way out!"

The only thing keeping Fritz sane instead of spiraling over the actual zombies pounding at the door behind him, was the fact Bobby had said backup was coming. How he had gotten roped into this was beyond him, but the cannibals weren't going to care whether or not he was there by choice. They were all just meat at the end of the day.

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send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation:

feel free to specify which muse is in which role

( fury ) : incredibly angry

( hostage ) : held captive for ransom 

( frozen ) : suffering from hypothermia 

( tears ) : sobbing openly, unable to stop

( haunted ) : trapped in a haunted house

( fall ) : having fallen off a cliff or tall tower 

( hungry ) : half starved and malnourished

( splash ) : having fallen into a body of water 

( ends ) : having just broken off a relationship

( defend ) : unconscious as the result of a fight

( rest ) : trying to sleep, but unable to fall asleep

( fear ) : having just woken up from a night terror

( ER ) : in the hospital after an injury of some kind

( tall ) : stuck somewhere too tall for them to get down 

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

( soak ) : shivering and drenched to the bone in a rainstorm 

( shipwreck ) :  unconscious / injured, washed up on a beach

 ( student ) : getting extremely frustrated while learning new skill

( exhausted ) : too tired to stay standing, too stubborn to lie down

( lost ) : wandering in the middle of nowhere, with no idea where they are 

( party pooper ) : alone, surrounded by party decor after no one else showed up

( magic ) : injured as result of a spell. either enemy’s or their own malfunctioning