#🖊️ . . . writing prompts !

[fluffyshipping]

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fluffy · she/they/pup + · 12-16yrs · Anne Boonchuy fictive from here, dog + cat therian · system

romantic f/o’s 💕

Marcy Wu 📖 (she/they) #📖 . . . my beloved !

crushes f/o’s 😳

no one yet . . .

platonic f/o’s 🪡

Sasha Waybright ⚔️ (she/he) #⚔️ . . . I am not that person anymore !

familial f/o’s 🏡

Sprig Plantar 🎋 (he/they) #🎋 . . . little brother !

Polly Plantar 🪣 (she/it) #🪣 . . . savage pollywog !

Hopediah Plantar 🥞 (he/him) #🥞 . . . family always finds eachother !

Moondrop 🌑 (he/they/moon) #🌑 . . . the nightcare attendant !

Hawks 🪶 (he/him) #🪶 . . . the wing hero !

[nyancrimew]

🖊️ writing-prompt-s follow

write a story using only words

[nahoney22]

❗️ CURRENTLY CLOSED

Thank you all so much for the support and the all the follows! So in celebration, I will be opening my requests up again!

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Please read the following before submitting a request🫧:

🌊 Respect me, and I’ll respect you. Have patience! 🩵

🌊 If you have sent me in a request before and it’s not been done do feel free to send it in again! Sometimes requests have been lost in my inbox and tumblr deleted half of them a while ago! 💋

🌊 Please note that I am entitled to deleting your request if you have been rude, not given me a lot to go off and sent me something inappropriate. 🫶🏻

🌊 If you are requesting NSFW themes, you have to be 18+ and over. I will block you and remove your request promptly if you lie to me about your age. ❌

🌊 You can request for Gender Neutral, Female and Male reader. So please specify or I’ll default to GN or Female unless it’s clear in the request. ⚧️

🌊 You may send me an anonymous request, a non anonymous request OR you could message me privately. 🤫

🌊 Please don’t send me in like a 1000 word request of what you’d like as it can be overwhelming so keep it a few sentences and not a novel 😅 as long as it’s clear what you’d like, I can work off that 😊

🌊 I will write anything from fluff, angst, comfort, smut, AU, dub-con ie sex pollen, hurt/whump. Just tell me what you’d like! 🍆🍓

🌊 You can send in more than one request but please send them in separately and not all in one. 🖊️

🌊 I do not write for the following:

🫧Clone X Clone

🫧NSFW Padawan X Jedi

🫧Poly relationships/threesome

🫧Underage content

🫧Pregnancy tropes

🫧Rape and pedophilia

🫧Character crossovers ie The Bad Batch characters x Game of Thrones characters

🫧Other people’s OC’s

🌊 You can pick up to no more than TWO prompts from the prompt lists below OR you don’t have to use them at all. 😌

🌊 If you do pick one or two, please add it to your request and what list you’d like it from.You may crossover prompts from each list. ❣️

🌊 If I do your request all I ask for of you in return is respect and a reblog as this is the best way to support content creators! Especially if it’s ✨ free ✨

Thank you!

🫧 Prompt List links if you’d like to use (again not compulsory)

🌊 Fluff Prompts

🌊 Enemies to Lovers Prompts

🌊 NSFW Prompts

Tag list:

@littlefeatherr @kaitou2417 @eyecandyeoz @jesseeka @theroguesully @ladykatakuri @arctrooper69 @padawancat97 @staycalmandhugaclone @ko-neko-san @echos-girlfriend @fiveshelmet @dangraccoon @plushymiku-blog @chrissywakingup @pb-jellybeans @nunanuggets @sleepycreativewriter @erellenora @zippingstars87 @ezras-left-thumb @the-rain-on-kamino @tech-aficionado @grizabellasolo @therealnekomari @tech-depression-inventory @brynhildrmimi @greaser-wolf @tinyreadersmur @kaminocasey @marvel-starwars-nerd @ladytano420 @ladyzirkonia @thesith @raevulsix @cw80831 @knightprincess @crosshairlovebot @imalovernotahater @whore4rex @imperialclaw801 @temple-elder @mysticalgalaxysalad @photogirl894 @id-rather-be-a-druid @the-bad-batch-baroness @lulalovez @green-alm0nd @thiswitchloves9904

[katsu28]

kait's book corner & cafe

update: this celebration is now closed!

note from me to you: hello friends! the time has come again where i must be sappy. i know, i know, just bear with me, okay? i truly cannot comprehend that there are over two thousand of you lovely souls here now. i appreciate every single one of you who have taken time out of your own lives to join me in my delusions, more than you'll ever know. every like, every comment, every reblog with an indecipherable keysmash—i cherish them all. you all are what push me to grow as a writer, and to keep writing. thank you, thank you, thank you <3

navigation, characters, guidelines

rules:

you don't have to be following me to send something in! this celebration is open to anyone and everyone!

you can send in as many celebration asks as you want, but please only send one request per ask.

as always, please pay attention to my writing guidelines, and please be patient with me!

for one shots, please stick only to characters on the list of ones i write for. please also include the actual prompt and which list it's from, not just the number. this makes things much easier for me!

this celebration will last until halloween—so today, october 15 to tuesday, october 31 at 11:59pm pst.

so without further ado, welcome to my cozy little bookshop. pick a book, settle in, and enjoy 📚

feeling hungry? thirsty? i know i always need a little beverage when i read. we've got something for everyone. come on over to our cafe counter, take a look at our menu!

send ☕ along with a prompt from any one of the lists below and a character of your choosing, and i'll write you a one shot to satisfy your craving!

✤ list a ✤ list b ✤ list c ✤ list d ✤ list e ✤ list f

we all know it, we all love it, it's the reason why many of us are here on tumblr to begin with. welcome to the fictional section, home to blorbos and brainrots. if you've ever wanted to know more about a character, here's your chance!

send ✏️ along with a character of your choosing for my headcanons for them. these can include characters i don't write for, but you think i might know.

send 🖊️ along with a character + a concept/thought about them and i'll expand on it. (nsfw thoughts are allowed, but please be 18+ if you do send one in)

wander on over here to the nonfiction section next, friend! here you can read about anyone's life story.

send 📝 along with a short description of yourself (appearance, hobbies, things you enjoy, etc.) and your fandom of choice from this list, and i'll pair you with a character and tell you why!

come along right this way to the romance section! this one's my favorite because it allows me to spread love and appreciation for the people on this lovely site.

send 💌 along with any fics, blogs, or folks you want to give a little extra love to today!

maybe you're more into a little bit of mystery and adventure in your stories? well you're in luck, because we've also got a section for those too!

send 🔎 along with any ask game you can think of (ama, cym, fmk, this or that, would you rather, etc.) and i'll gladly give you the answers you seek.

oh look, you found the bookstore cat nestled in the stacks! murphy only lets a few lucky souls pet him, so here's your chance! (moots only please!)

send 🐈 for a handwritten love letter from yours truly and a song that reminds me of you <3

tagging some lovely moots (signal boost if you'd like, but absolutely no pressure <3): @inkluvs @starryeyedstories @sunlitide @roosterbruiser @headkiss @familyvideostevie @stevebabey @maddipoof @yellowjaxxx @bradleybeachbabe @buckysprettybaby @spideystevie @sokkigarden @alwritey-aphrodite @sunshinesteviee @witchwyfe @astermath @brettsgoldstein @fanboyswhore9 @crappymixtape @annab-nana @boneblushed

[empydoc]

THE DOCTOR'S IN ᵎᵎ ₊˚

i mean, not really, but it's the thought that counts, right? hi ! i'm empy. he · they · she + whatever else you can think of !

☆ ; my main blog is @empcrown !

“I didn’t break in. I didn’t break anything.”

did you know? 🎤 HUSH is my favourite redacted character, which is pretty easy to guess i suppose, but the others are : 𓂂 blake ! 𓂂 morgan ! 𓂂 milo !

they're pretty cool, aren't they?

i write things ! kinda. prompts, actual fics, whatever else. most of it is hush related (shocker!) but maybe you'll find something you like ? 🖊️

“I’m very sensitive. Compared to a human, anyway. I pick up the little things.”

feel free to send me asks, or interact with me in general !

i have a some tags i use on certain posts ! take a look ? ... ★ # empyconcept . ° for writing prompts / concepts # empywrites . ° for short writings !

i'm making / i've made a redacted soul eater au ! check out the masterpost here ! ☆

thanks for reading !

DOC , OUT ᵎᵎ ₊˚

[nemukurastudio]

Yours Truly // Demo is Out!!

One dare was all it took. A rumored haunted house which something is said to reside in. Stupid friends. It was fine, you weren’t going to get hurt. At least you hoped you wouldn’t.

First impressions.. Wait, it’s haunted right? This is a ghost right? Why are there candles by a warm bath and a meal on the table?

Yours Truly is a comedy-romance visual novel featuring a hopeless romantic ghost, Ansel. All he really wants is a chance at a happy ending.

Disclaimer: This is not a Yandere VN, just to be clear.

Game Age Rating: 16+ for mild language, use of alcohol, and crude and suggestive humor, blood, light horror, and, some disturbing themes

Hey there! 💜 We're two people who handle the studio. Kou(they/them) and Kame(she/her). I'm Kou, I handle the tumblr for the studio.

If you’d like to financially support the game and it’s creators, consider checking out the kofi memberships! Thank you!

VN STATUS: IN DEVELOPMENT

This blog is mainly for answering asks and game updates. FAQ/General questions

🖊️ I may draw asks

🖊️ Scenario/Long prompt asks will take me longer to write I’m not a prolific writer gomen

🖊️ Anons are allowed unless it’s an NSFW ask

Btw, its canon that Rosé is not single in game, however, she can still be asked questions assuming she is single. Just add a lil heart at the start of your ask for single!Rosé hxjdnbxjd

Yours Truly Tags:

General: #about Ansel #about Rosé #about Colin #about Dime #Yours Truly VN

Asks: #letter from you: Answered ask #loveletter from you: Answered NSFW ask

Fanworks: #Yours Truly VN fanwork: general #jewel 💜: your MCs

Socials:

Kou: Twitter & Tumblr & Caard Kame: Twitter Game: Tumblr & Itchio & Kofi

Meet the Cast

Ansel Hann (he/him)

Colin Oakley (he/they)

Rosé Driscoll (she/her)

Dime Desdemonda (he/him)

[cherryblossomlion]

BES Poetry Prompt

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I'll be posting prompt words every week or so for all those fans who have an interest in both Blue Eye Samurai and poetry...

My main interest is Japanese micropoetry like haiku, tanka, and haibun, but all poetry is welcome! Please note that the 5-7-5 syllable structure is NOT a requirement and is something of a myth (https://www.graceguts.com/essays/urban-myth-of-5-7-5). Even Japanese haikuists don't use it, unless they're writing in a very traditional style.

This week, write about something...

BLUE

Leave your poem in the replies!

@dustyfairywings @meadoulark @kiraman @midnight-thinker04

Resources:

How to write haiku: https://www.ahapoetry.com/Bare%20Bones/bbtoc%20intro.html

About tanka: https://www.graceguts.com/essays/what-is-tanka

About haibun: https://www.graceguts.com/haibun

[shitouttabuck]

Hi Nina :)

Sending you four writing pens!

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hi hi !!! this is from a prompt fill im doing!!! :)

The rest of them are sprawled across the station loft, taking advantage of the chillest shift in the last couple weeks to just potter about with their own things. Hen’s crocheting a baby blanket—tentative good news on the adoption front and no one wants to jinx anything, including Eddie as resident spokesperson for disbelief in the mysticism of the universe, but she’s got so much anticipatory energy about it that it has to go somewhere. Chim and Ravi are playing the card version of Monopoly, which thus far has been a lot of Chim muttering about inherent landlord advantages and Ravi grinning as he plonks down yet another little plastic building. Bobby’s been in the kitchen with Eddie, not-so-covertly judging him for the plain peanut butter sandwich he’s scarfing down not one hour after their very generous breakfast.

thank you sm for these omg theyre very conducive to getting me off my ass and writing <333

[greekmythcomix]

It’s nearly CLASSICSTOBER

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In 2021 my friend Dr Cora Beth Fraser and I accidentally started ‘Classics-tober’ so that we had an excuse to draw Classics stuff for a month. We did it again last year and even more people joined in, so we’ll be running it again this year - we’re just putting the final touches to the prompt list for this year. And as I’ve joined you lovely Tumblr folk in going to be running it here too if you’d like to join in!

The idea is to create something - anything - for the prompt. Like other October prompt lists, it can be an illustration, but it can also be text, reference, historical artefact, video, story, translation… pretty much anything you’re interested in from the Ancient Med World that fits with the prompt. There’s no pressure to do every single one, just the ones you like.

If you’d like to join in, check back in a week or two for the prompt list for this year, and use #ClassicsTober and #ClassicsTober23 on your posts!

In case you want to see what we did in the past, here’s a link to the 2021 and 2022 prompt lists: https://greekmythcomix.com/2021/09/30/welcome-to-classicstober-2021/

This year the prompts are going to be a bit different. Come join us!

[ink-flavored]

📱Do they enjoy sexting or phone sex?

😤Do they seek out sex when angry or frustrated? Would they offer sex to a frustrated partner?

🖊️Body writing? What would they write on their partner(s)? What would they want written on them?

🏙️How far would they go in public?

🔪Are they into weapon-play? Knives, guns, etc.?

⁉️What kink did they surprise themself with?

asking for pride <3

hehehe!!!! >:3 the demonic horn dog of my heart

📱Do they enjoy sexting or phone sex?

Yes, to an extent. He delights in sending surprise nudes and videos of himself whacking it or asking for those things, but to Pride, it's always foreplay for later. He wants to do phone sex to get revved up for later tonight.

😤Do they seek out sex when angry or frustrated? Would they offer sex to a frustrated partner?

Pride... used to go looking for sex when he was angry, or frustrated with something, or just mad at himself. He found Lust that way, and it was basically one of his two coping mechanisms for feeling better ("better"). It got..... bad. The only way he could feel better about himself/his situation was by going to someone who explicitly wanted him to feel bad, fed into his bad feelings, because it knew how to manipulate his need for affection. He doesn't do that anymore.

On the flip side, though: yeah Pride would absolutely be into being someone's sex-based punching bag when they had a bad day at work or something. All of his holes are ready for that.

🖊️Body writing? What would they write on their partner(s)? What would they want written on them?

Haha! I've cleverly already answered this question during Kinktober Day 22! But I will answer it here anyway

As shown in the prompt, Pride is partial to sexy instructions. He writes directions and little invitations to follow through on later, implicitly stating that Justice is "open for business" and simply Has No Choice but to do whatever the instructions say. It says "good boys take the strap" right here, so there's only one way to find out!!! if you're truly a good boy!!!!! And of course the defilement of something innocent and holy is something that is not as present in that particular story, but something he would totally be into, because his corruption kink subsumes all others.

As for himself, Pride wants PRRRAAAIIISSSEEE all over his entire everywhere. He wants compliments and hearts and messages that swear up and down he's the most fuckable demon in the whole world. He wants proof of his sexiness written all over him. Justice is very good at praise, so this is something he never has to worry about.

🏙️How far would they go in public?

All the way. Like, fully to completion in the produce aisle of the local grocery store. Pride is that person at that orchestral performance who had a screaming orgasm in the audience.

🔪Are they into weapon-play? Knives, guns, etc.?

Mostly knives! I don't think he'd be as much into guns or other kinds of weapons, not for any practical reason, he just thinks knives are Peak Sexy. Especially since Justice can summon a holy sword at will, that he has at multiple points been threatened by, and the very easy penetration metaphor there...

In a nutshell: to Pride, his pocket knife is a sex toy, and being stabbed is hot.

⁉️What kink did they surprise themself with?

Hmm, good question... He's such a horn dog I can't imagine him being surprised by much

Not sure if this counts as a kink, but being treated gently? Perhaps?It's never something he considered could be hot, much less be into himself, but being praised in a gentle way, being taken care of, instead of the "fucking someone so good they give me praise about it" way he's used to, kind of shook up his entire world and brain. No one had ever bothered to take care of him before Justice. He had a crisis of "no. shit. i hate being vulnerable it sucks. but this doesn't suck. but it also DOES--" so he's like, really normal about it.

[try out my 100 question sex and kink ask game]

[2024-grimoire-challenge]

Thanks for finally making me decide to put my practice in writing! Even if I'm not following all the prompts in chronological order, you've been such a source of inspiration! ✨🖊️

Oh gosh! Thank you! This is all I could have hoped to do with the challenge! Just to inspire :)

[hyunnieshannie]

Let Me Use You

🖤: Felix x Taeyong 🖊️: 1,470 🚨: strong language, just porn, plot if you squint. A/N: This is not something we usually write but are starting to venture into, please let us know what you think! Tag list, please let us know if you would like to continue being tagged in work like this, if not we will open a seperate tag list for these kinds of fics!! Thank you <3

Prompt: The Masculine urge to ride a guy until he's begging me to stop because it's too much for him, softly kissing his face to shush him because I'm not finished using him yet

“CUT! Good job guys, we'll use this last take.”

Taeyong and Felix both bowed to the media intern after they finished recording their S-Class and Bounce challenges for TikTok. Felix eyed Taeyong up and down, admiring the tattoos that peeked out from underneath his clothing.

He noticed while recording the challenge that Tae’s shirt shifted ever so slightly, giving him a slight glimpse of his nipple - so pink, so small, so tease-able. Felix couldn’t help but drool at the desire that was building inside of his pants him.

“Hey, good job during the filming, you looked great!” Felix complimented Taeyong, a blush quickly creeping across the other's face.

“Ah, thank you. You did too. Looked great, I mean- you did a good job. I mean you looked great too- obviously. But uh, yeah.” Taeyong nervously responded, stuttering over his words as he rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to hide his face with the brim of his hat. The smirk that adorned Felix’s face only deepened upon hearing his response.

“I wanted to give you my number, for personal matters,” Felix spoke calmly and softly, not wanting the staff around them to hear him.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’d really, really like that,” Taeyong whispered back as he handed Felix his phone. 

The younger entered his phone number into the phone, sending himself a quick text to easily add the new contact to his own. 

Felix’s greed is rearing its head, he wants a quickie so badly and Taeyong is giving him all the signs that he’s interested. Might as well test the waters.

“So, are you in your own dressing room?” Felix asks quietly, whispering the question directly into Taeyongs ear, noting how the older shivers slightly as the breath fans over his skin.

“Y-yes, I am,” Taeyong stutters again, his blush too dark to hide from Felix. Felix smirks and leans in closer to him.

“How about you and I have a little alone time, hmm?” Felix asks in his deep voice, the shiver that runs down Taeyong’s spine must’ve been noticeable to everyone else who may have been watching the two interact. “Why don’t you show me what this dressing room looks like?” It took Taeyong a moment to fully understand what the younger one was saying, looking at him with a confused expression for a split second, before his face began to heat up with a noticeable blush. 

“Yes, yes. O-of course. Follow me.” Taeyong brings the brim of his hat further down his face, attempting to hide his blush from everyone around them. Felix tells his manager that he’ll be heading to Taeyong’s dressing room to catch up and chat and to leave the two of them alone, reluctantly his manager agrees, letting him know when he’d need to be back on stage, before leaving with the rest of Felix’s group to their fitting rooms.

Once they reach the room, Taeyong asks his staff to leave so the two of them could have some privacy. This isn’t an unheard of event, many idols will request this when they want to speak openly and freely with their friends. So thankfully, the staff are none the wiser about what Felix is planning to do with their precious idol. 

The last staff member leaves the room and Taeyong closes and locks the door behind them. Finally leaving the two of them alone. Felix slowly makes his way over to Taeyong, pulling at his wrist and bringing him to sit next to him on the couch in the back corner of the room. Taeyong’s heart is beating crazily. He feels like his heart is in his throat and his dick is throbbing painfully at the pure imagination of what Felix is about to do with him.

Felix begins peppering soft kisses across Taeyong’s neck, the light flutter of his lips against Taeyong’s skin immediately making him thrust his hips upward for some contact. Taeyong moans as Felix sucks lightly at the skin previously covered by his shirt. Felix pulls away from Taeyong and lifts the older’s shirt up and over his head quickly diving back in and latching his lips to one of Tae’s nipples. 

“Ah-ahh, fuck,” Taeyong moans breathily, being careful not to thread his fingers in Felix’s hair to ruin the stylist's work. Instead, he opts to grab Felix’s forearm and squeeze it harshly. Felix continues to suck on Tae’s skin, loving the moans and breathy whines that leave the older one's lips. “Ahhh, mmmph. Felix, p-please.”

Felix smirks and lifts himself from Tae’s abused chest. He leans in and plants a delicate kiss on Taeyong’s lips, stopping the breathy moan from escaping into the empty room. “Shhh, baby I’m not done with you yet.”

“B-but, the live. The winners- AH- the winners will be announced.” Taeyong tries to explain while Felix has latched his lips back to Taeyong’s nipples, biting and sucking the skin harshly. “F-Felix, we only have- mmm- 10 min-minutes.” 

“That’s ok, I can work with that. Besides, I haven’t finished using you yet.” Felix smirks at the older as he places another gentle kiss on his lips. Felix is quick to remove his and Taeyong’s pants, just enough to get the job done. 

Felix lines Taeyong’s cock up to his waiting hole and slowly sinks down. 

“AHH! Felix, you’re so- ahh- so tight.” Taeyong moans as he places his hands on Felix’s waist. Felix moves up and down on Tae’s length, ripping sinful moans from the older’s throat. 

“Fuck, you sound so good, moaning for me, for my hole.” Felix teases. “Have you been thinking about this for a long time?” 

“Fuck, fuck yes. Fucking- fuck yes. Wanted this. Want you, please Yongbokie, please,” Taeyong whines as he bucks his hips up to meet Felix’s downward pulses.

Felix wishes that he could mark Taeyong up, but considering they’re in public and about to go live, that is going to have to wait for another time. Oh, that sounds good. Another time. Felix feels excited all over again thinking about the possibility of more. Felix picks up his pace, riding himself on Taeyong’s length in aggressively deep but quick movements.

“Fuck, feel so good, so deep,” Felix smiles down at Taeyong, admiring the fucked-out look on the older’s face. The grip Taeyong has on Felix’s hips tightens at the praise.

“You feel so good, Yongbokah, so good. Not gonna- nnah- not gonna last, please. Please Yongbokie, please,” Taeyong begs as he leans his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You can wait-” Felix pants, 

“Nnhh, can-can’t Yongbok, you f-feel so good.”

“I’m almost there, just wait for a little- AH!- longer,” Felix moans at a particularly harsh thrust up from Taeyong. Felix picks up his pace again, the movements not as strong or harsh as before but the pace making the stretch delicious. Felix reaches down and begins to toy with Taeyong’s forgotten nipples.

“AHHH!” Taeyong yelps at the contact, his dick twitching within Felix’s velvet walls.

“Oh there you go, keep doing that,” Felix praises once again.

Taeyong begins to meet Felix’s downward movements with harsh upward thrusts, hands wrapping around Felix’s hips in a bruising grip.

“I-I’m not gonna, not gonna last,” Taeyong moans as he pulls Felix’s body down and closer to his own, smelling the hairspray within Felix’s blue locs.

“It’s ok, you can cum baby,” Felix whispers darkly into Taeyong’s ear. The words and the deep tone that Felix spoke in was enough to send Taeyong over the edge. 

“Fffffuck, ah! Felix, nnnnff!” Taeyong moans into Felix’s neck, revelling in the immense pleasure that washes over his skin. He thrusts harshly, releasing into Felix’s tight hole. 

“Ahhhhh, fuck,” Felix whines in a high-pitched tone, throwing his head back at feeling so full. “Fuck, Yongie, fuck.” Felix rolls his hips and guides Taeyong’s hand to Felix’s hard leaking cock that’s been sitting untouched between the two of them. “Touch me,” Felix demands. Taeyong is quick to accept the order and wraps his hand around Felix’s cock and pumps the length in time with Felix’s movements. Felix’s voice goes up in octave at his impending orgasm. “Ah, AH, AHHH!” Felix yells as he releases his load into Taeyong’s hand, slowing his movements to a stop on top of Taeyong.

There’s a knock at the door that pulls the idols out of their post-orgasm haze. 

“Live in 2 minutes, Felix needs to head back to his group,” someone yells from beyond the door.

Felix quickly gets up from Taeyong’s lap and pulls his pants back into place before heading towards the door.

“This was fun. Call me to let me use you again?” Felix asks as he watches Taeyong slowly get up and fix his own clothing.

“Anytime.” Taeyong responds with a small smile on his lips.

TAGS: @chanlixiiee @amalieworldidk @jaebaebaegot7 @maeleelee @iadorethemskz @maenijw @hangin-out-with-the-street-rats @jinniespuppy @painstakingly-juno @lethallyprotected @elizalabs3 @jisungsbff01 @seungminslittlepup @lieghscloud @foxinnie8 @scarletbedlam @kpoppin-to-the-beat @stay-berry @bbymatz @kurxxmi

[ffviiibingo]

Welcome to FFVIII Bingo!

Welcome to FFVIII Bingo, a sister-blog to FFVIII Character Week!

Once or twice a year, you can request up to 3 bingo cards with 9 prompts to unleash your creative power through some love for this amazing game! Make sure to follow us so you know when you can request your cards!

Rules & Info

Just make sure to read and follow our very simple rules:

no bashing: the purpose of this challenge is to show love, not hatred!

avoid crossovers: let's concentrate on this fandom please!

tag everything properly: not everything is everyone's cup of tea, so let's respect that by tagging properly your works :)

be respectful: feedback is encouraged, but not mandatory. If you decide to comment, though, please don't be rude. We all love this game!

Now, for the bingo cards:

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Dali's Mistake

I received a prompt from 🖊️🐉 Anon a few weeks back and I ended up writing a whole thing for it, because it just had some nice vibes, while still allowing for the gentle excitement of a new First Encounter. Thanks for the prompt! I'm sure there's more to this story, but for now here's the first part~

Word Count ~2.4k, easy reading

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The cottage is cozy, as cottages tend to be. The old stones have stood for a long time, protecting generations of residents. The old fireplace at one end of the main room keeps the place warm in defiance of the waning rain outside, as it has done for countless other storms. Newer shingles have replaced the original thatch roof, allowing the gentler pitter-pat of the last of the storm to wash the room in sound. Solid wood furniture with lots of hand-sewn cushions make up the dining and living areas both, and plush blankets and quilts are never far out of reach. It's nice, comfortable, if a bit cluttered.

It's perfect, for a human bean's dwelling. Not so much for a borrower.

The warmth is nice, Dali supposes. The clutter helps him stay hidden on shelves and such. And it's not big by bean standards so there's only one resident around to worry about.

But those old stones, those timeworn floorboards, have no passages to hide in. It's not like the houses in the city, so far behind him on his journey. At least those have good hiding places in a pinch. He's never been much of an indoorsy type, but he's decided he has a preference on buildings anyway.

Old country cottages? Not for him.

He's only there by necessity anyway, a temporary stop. He's made himself something of a camp on an open shelf near a window sill, both of which are covered in knickknacks and a few potted plants. It's a passable hiding place for a short stay, and he has a good view outside to check on the weather.

The storm has mostly passed. The rain is having a last hurrah, but soon Dali can be on his way. He's always liked roughing it better, but ... that storm was a big one. He surely has a flooded hovel waiting for him, if it hasn't been washed away entirely.

Spending much of the night close to a human bean, with no walls to dive to for safety, could become a tale he tells later, embellishing with far more daring, of course. How he bravely waited for the bean to open up the solid wooden door with a heavy creak, and he snuck right past them in between flashes of lightning. How the fearsome giant might have seen him, had there been more than candles lighting the cottage and throwing strange shadows in all directions. How he'd stayed under and behind furniture and clutter for a night, dodging their vigilant searches for anything amiss.

Thinking of this in contrast to his reality draws a smirk to his face. The bean in question hasn't done much at all. They're curled up on a chair, bundled in one of the many throw blankets available. A laptop computer sits closed on another chair, waiting for the power to come back on. Likewise, a stack of books stands on the nearest end table, holding up one of the many candles. It's nearly morning, but they never bothered to put any of the candles out before drifting off.

Dali wishes they'd actually retired to their bedroom for the night so he could have explored more, maybe stocked up on some supplies. But he doesn't blame them for sitting before the embers in the fireplace and dozing off there. Even he has a hard time keeping the cozy sleep at bay.

So he's outdoorsy, but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate the creature comforts of living inside, albeit temporarily.

He's got his big pack pushed against the wall, wedged behind a statue of some round creature. He's out of sight from most angles, leaned against his pack with his arms crossed and his legs stretched out. It's comfortable; Dali decides that, considering his hiding spot and the bean's sleepy curl in the chair, he can afford some rest. The sun hasn't quite risen yet beyond the clouds; he can say later on that he didn't even take an all-nighter hiding in the cottage.

His eyelids flutter sluggishly. His thin shoulders sag. Dark hair falls over his eyes as he relaxes by degrees and nods off at last. Just a short wink, he tells himself. That's all he needs to be ready for the day.

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He jolts awake to the pitchy creak of a hinge all too close by. Practice keeps Dali from crying out in alarm even as he straightens where he sits, and his surroundings come back to him by degrees. He nearly yelps anyway, seeing a human looming so nearby, so close he'd be in reach if they spotted him behind that statue. The human leans out the window, their overlarge sweater bunching against the potted plants on the window sill despite their attempts to stand tiptoe. If they turn just a bit to the side, they'll spot Dali's hiding spot.

The human bean leans back inside from their precarious reach to open the window wide. The sound that woke him makes sense now. Dali sits stock still and stares up at them, waiting for their eyes, grey as the gloomy morning, to turn and find him. They're not the biggest bean around, not by a long shot. They're even practically swimming in the cozy sweater they have on, all too petite for it.

But they, like all human beans, are a giant to him. Dali is the size of a toy, smaller even than some of the knickknacks cluttering the shelf he's been hiding on. They only need to glance his way for an instant to notice him tucked away, and then he's Seen.

But they don't. Instead, they turn away from the window, covering a yawn with one sleeve of their sweater while their other hand emerges to brush through the mid-length brown hair with a shock that's been dyed a soft green. They're quite mussed after a night bundled in a blanket. They cross the room to the small kitchen space, footsteps making less and less fo a tremble in Dali's shelf.

As they sleepily look for something in the cupboards, Dali has to shake himself out of his startled freeze. That was close - far too close. He pats his cheeks with shaky hands. The strange electricity of fear lingers, but he has enough presence of mind to push to a stand and slip his arms through the strap of his pack.

He didn't get Seen. The rain has let up, and the bean has so graciously opened the window to greet the day and let in the breeze with its smell of earth and grass and dew. Dali doesn't even need to wait for a chance to slip out the door.

He peeks around the statue to assess his unwitting benefactor. They have a kettle procured from one of the cupboards and they're filling it at the sink. They'll be busy with their tea for a while. Dali couldn't have asked for a better coincidence.

He braces himself before making a quick leap across the small gap to the window sill. The floor passes by far below for only an instant, and then his weightlessness ends and he jogs a few steps to keep from toppling over. Terracotta flowerpots flank him there, little herbs draping over the sides. Beyond the sill, the countryside and the woods wait, calling Dali back. He grins and reaches for the coil of string he keeps lashed to the side of his pack. Just a quick climb down and he's back where he belongs before the bean has finished brewing their tea.

He's got the string in hand as the water squeaks off behind him. The human speaks at last: "Alright, water for everyone before I - oh!"

Dali doesn't like the startled sound of realization. He whirls around, brown skin paling. He's not hidden behind a plant like he ought to be. The human bean isn't putting the kettle on the stove like they ought to be. Instead, both of them are frozen and locked in a staring contest, one looking astonished and the other feeling very, very small.

He's never been Seen. Never. Dali thinks he might be sick. He takes a slow breath to try to break himself out of his frightened freeze. The bean shuffles forward one step. Dali jolts and takes two steps back. The bean opens their mouth to speak and he flinches back more.

Except he's run out of window sill.

Dali tips backwards and it feels slow at first. Then, the edge of the window rises past him and he feels like he plummets all at once. There's a yell and a crash inside as the human drops the kettle. Dali reaches for the window as if he might catch himself, but then he hits something pliant and goes spinning the rest of the way to the dirt. The branch of a shrub waves madly above him as if scolding him for hitting it on the way down. Something hurts in his side. He can't actually recall hitting the ground, but he gasps from the breathlessness of it.

He blinks a few times, stares in a daze up at the window and the small sliver of the cottage ceiling that he can see within. He tries to calculate the distance he just dropped--it’s not an especially high window, as far as windows go. He’s certainly not the first borrower to fall out a window, either, he thinks. That’s a recoverable distance, and hitting the shrub on the way down helped a bit. This isn’t so bad.

In the distance, a door flies open on hinges that squeak loudly in protest. Footsteps hit the stone walkway and then the grass, and Dali remembers himself. The bean saw him fall, and likely knows where he landed.

He turns his head where he lies in time for a towering figure to round the front of the cottage. The bean’s slippers are already muddy and their pajama pants look wet from when they dropped a full kettle at their feet. They’d probably look a little pathetic to any other bean, but to Dali they’re as intimidating as they can get.

The ground shakes more and more as they rush over, Dali following their progress with wide eyes. He keeps himself from crying out, just like he did before, despite the fear that wells up in him. Quiet. Cautious. Their footsteps all but slam to a halt next to the flowerbed, inches away from where Dali landed. He’s lying at the feet of a giant who scans the ground for him, noticing the waving shrub first. Inconspicuous.

And then they spot him.

It’s like it breaks the spell on him, that recognition in their eyes. As they surge towards him in a crouch, he rolls over and pushes himself up, only to fall to a seat again when a hand already fills his vision like an oncoming wall. He winces and tries to scramble back more, but soon he’s flanked by fingers and a thumb that snake around him and force him against a clammy palm.

He realizes belatedly that he’s lost his pack. It isn’t crushed against him as the bean snatches him up. His legs dangle and he looks anywhere but at the human’s face as he leaves the ground behind.

There. Discarded at the base of the shrub. One of the straps looks torn. Dali squirms. He needs to retrieve that bag.

Then it’s out of sight as he rises with the bean, who’s standing up and preparing to walk off with him. Dali’s stomach twists and turns as the world seems to move all too fast, all too high up. He doesn’t need that pack. He needs to escape.

The human bean isn’t even looking at him at the moment. Now that they’ve caught him, he supposes, they don’t really need to keep too close an eye on him. No matter how he wriggles, they continue their hurried march around the cottage, stones flying by on one side and countryside on the other.

Dali swoons a bit when they round the corner again, back to the door left hanging open. It’s all too fast. He’s back in the cottage once more in moments, now without his bag and instead stuck good in a hand with his arms pinned.

The bean pauses at the door to kick off their slippers onto the mat. Dali would be amused by the futility of such a thing with a puddle covering the floor anyway, if he weren’t trapped and worried about things to come. As it is, the action only prolongs his time fearing what will happen to him.

Once they close the door behind them and step past the entryway at last, the human stops again. They look around, first at the puddle and the abandoned kettle, then the open window, and finally at their hand. Dali flinches as they look at him, wide eyes startled out of sleepiness scanning over what little of him there is to see.

He stares back. He’s not about to exchange pleasantries, not like this.

Their gaze drifts away from him again, some concern now furrowing on their brow. Whatever thoughts might be journeying through their mind, Dali can’t make heads or tails of them. When they move again, he tries his best to twist around and watch where they’re taking him.

They tiptoe around the puddle despite their already-damp socks. They go to the kitchen cabinets, the ones they’d so recently rummaged through for the kettle. Now, their free hand reaches out to open doors and close them as they search for who knows what, fingertips brushing over dishes and containers thoughtfully.

Dali can guess what they’re looking for, but he watches in some horror anyway. His struggles have gotten him nowhere so far.

Finally, standing on their tiptoes to reach it from the higher shelves, they select a tall, narrow plastic container with a snap lid. Dali has seen something similar before, meant to hold the long thin pasta noodles. He can only watch as the bean undoes the snap top and removes the lid before hastily moving him towards that opening.

He kicks. He writhes. He tries to brace his feet against the sides of that container. But he can’t stop them lowering him to the bottom and dropping him when he’s only an inch or two away. Dali lands with an oof that echoes weirdly around him, and looks up as the lid is placed overhead, despite the container being easily twice his height. Thankfully, they don’t snap the lid in place.

Still, Dali is trapped.

[rocknrollsalad]

STWG Daily Prompt (Nov 19) - ADHD

✏️ pairing(s): stonathan

🖊️ Steve can't really focus or accomplish this task he doesn't even want to do. Of course, it's something he needs to do. Jonathan steps in to help in a few ways that really benefit Steve.

📄 content/trigger warnings: fire, house fires (hypothetical)

✏️ word count: 1343

“All you have left is the essay,” Jonathan said, shaking blank notebook pages in the air. They crinkled with anger his voice didn’t have.

“I’ve tried to write it, like, fifty times! I sit down at my desk and I think ‘yeah, this is it, I’m going to write this!’ and then I think ‘wow, when was the last time I washed the bath mats’ and then I’m downtown grabbing pizza with Dustin. Robin says it’s classic fear of failure. They can’t reject me if I don’t apply.”

“So glad she took Psych 101.”

“She’s kind of wrong though, right?” Steve stopped his pacing to look over at Jonathan, who still wore the same disappointed look that Steve so desperately wished had left by now.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I mean, we know they’re going to reject me. I don’t have to be afraid of it.”

And there the look goes. It’s replaced by this sadness Steve usually only sees sent Will’s way when he’s not looking. It doesn’t feel like an improvement.

“I just want to do something meaningful but I could, like, get a job at a pet shelter or something. That’s good. Old people need read to…okay, yeah. I see the problem with that one but you know what I mean.”

“Or you could do this and follow your dreams or whatever.”

Jonathan tossed the paper down on Steve’s desk the same way Steve’s dad did back when he helped with homework. All of it brought up this feeling of failure. Not of not knowing because Steve knew the stuff but yet he couldn’t sit down and get it on paper. Something that came so easily to other people, he couldn’t do. It frustrated his dad, mom, teachers, exes, and now Jonathan. A tradition Steve didn’t need to carry on.

He didn’t know how to distract Jonathan, how to switch the subject, and find something else to focus on. It wasn’t like he could bribe the guy or tempt him with a swimming pool they both avoided like the plague. Maybe Steve would get lucky and he’d be hungry.

As Steve ran through his choices, Jonathan was off doing his own thing. Something that collided when he put a Rubix Cube in Steve’s hand. “What the hell is this for?”

“Solve it,” he said simply.

“It’s impossible. You think I haven’t tried?”

“It’s not impossible.” Sitting down at Steve’s desk, no doubt rolling his eyes first, Jonathan looked back and silently added, “Get on with it.”

“Seriously, I’ve had this thing forever. It’s never going to be solved.”

“Okay, well Jim got one whole side green except the corner and it sits on our mantel like a Nobel Peace Prize. I never really thought he was smarter than you but maybe I was wrong.”

“No, no, no. I’m way smarter than Hopper. I can’t be–”

“Show me what you can do then.”

This almost felt like bait and Steve stared across the room through narrowed eyes, trying to figure it out, but decided it was the distraction he was looking for. Jonathan could do whatever and Steve had a fun but old problem to solve because he was definitely better than the former chief of police.

Wandering around the room, Steve shifted the block a couple of times as he studied what was where and what moved to where. He started to get a bit of plan when Jonathan perked up from what he was doing.

“If your house was on fire, like, right now…what would you save?”

“Am I the only one here? I mean, you, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he said with an eye roll Steve got to see this time.

Blowing a kiss back, Steve looked down to make sure he’d connected the two oranges.

“I think it’s safe to assume the people are out of the way. You and I were cooking, grease fire sort of thing and we got out in plenty of time. The fire department is on the way but things are catching fire fast.”

“Okay, just as easy. Mom would die if her photo albums didn’t survive. There are ones in there of when SHE was a kid. So I’d grab those but I feel like I’d also have time to grab some clothes. At least for you and I but maybe for my parents. Just, ya know, so we had something.”

“Clothes?”

“It’s kind of stupid but even if the firefighters put everything out before it wrecks our closets, the stuff is going to smell like smoke so it’s all gonna need cleaned. You know as well as I do how much changing into clean clothes makes things feel better.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“So, yeah. I’d grab us stuff like that. How much time do I have? I could get toothbrushes. If Mom and Dad are on vacation, they’ll be fine. It’s just me and you and mom’s pictures.”

“What about all these trophies?”

“What about them?” Steve scoffed, looking up and back down to work another orange onto the face he was working on. “A bunch of achievements that mean nothing, especially now. No one is impressed by this. Least of all me.”

Steve had resumed pacing in a circle at the foot of his bed. As he clicked the cube in all directions, he’d started to figure out how it worked a little better than he ever had before. A line of three was already beating his personal record but it was also giving him confidence he could complete the whole thing.

Jonathan was scribbling on paper and as much as Steve wanted to know what, he was too focused on this stupid cube.

They continued like this for a while. Jonathan asked a bunch of weird questions, they talked back and forth about the answers, and Steve wandered his room. Orange didn’t pan out but he was now halfway to a white face.

It was trying to get the sixth one in that was really starting to boil Steve’s blood. He knew how it needed to happen but wasn’t able to get it to work. Not wanting to mess up what he had too much to get the rest.

That was the same time Jonathan stepped up and placed and hand on top of the now messed-up side Steve had just clicked into. Looking at him to ask if he was looking to be murdered today but met with the softest smile. Immediately disarmed, Steve was left with comical annoyance.

“So you have a whole essay here. One that shows who you are and how you obnoxiously don’t think about anyone other than yourself. Not that it's worded that way, though. It’s good and any college would be stupid not to take you. You’re not bad at this, you’re bad at sitting still though.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“It’s not a bad thing.”

“You don’t say it like it’s a good thing.”

“Well, you’ll have to do a lot of it for a while if college is where you want to go. Starting later tonight, okay?”

“What! Why?” Steve’s head drops backward as he whines.

“Because I can’t write it for you. It’s gotta come from you but I got you a whole outline, quotes to work off of, it’s going to be turning it all around to get the cubes right okay? Make the puzzle work, it's easier than starting from nothing.”

“After dinner?”

“I don’t know, I might try and tire you out after dinner. See if that helps your focus.”

Before Steve’s brows can completely furrow everything clicks and his eyes go wide. “I have a lot of energy right now, I think.”

“Go for a fucking run then.”

There wasn’t any bite behind that but Steve was willing to play around and let Jonathan think he was hard to get. Tossing the Rubik’s cube to the desk, Steve played the game and he played it well. They had loads of time to “tire him out” before dinner. And maybe…if he was lucky, they could drag him through this essay too.

[this-is-krikkit]

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