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CODEX WEEK 2025

Prompts for Codex Week 2025 are out! Alt Prompts are available under the cut. You can swap any alt prompt for any day you'd like.

DAY 1 (2/16): TENDING WOUNDS

DAY 2 (2/17): BONDED PAIR

DAY 3 (2/18): CLONE REBELLION

DAY 4 (2/19): AMNESIA | MISSING MEMORIES

DAY 5 (2/20): INTIMATE VULNERABILITY

DAY 6 (2/21): NIGHTMARES | INSOMNIA

DAY 7 (2/22): AFTER THE WAR

Alt prompts can be found under the cut. You can swap any alt prompt for any day you'd like.

ALT 1: THE COLDEST NIGHTS BY HENRI PRESTES

ALT 2: DO ANDROIDS DREAM OF ELECTRIC SHEEP BY PHILIP K. DICK

ALT 3: UNTITLED BY JAMES FENNER

ALT 4: THE CONFRONTATION BY PASSIONATTE

ALT 5: STILL 1 FROM SCAVENGERS REIGN

ALT 6: BLUE BIRCH MARSH BY JEF BOURGEAU

ALT 7: FOREST MAZE BY KILIAN ENG

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[dbdaghostmas]

As promised, here are this year's Prompts for The 12 Days of Ghostmas event! ❄️👻💜

The event starts on December 9th and will go until December 20th.

I cannot wait to see what you all create!

[soeurdelune]

— rp prompts en français ☆

tirés de La Passe Miroir, Livre I (roman de Christelle Dabos) ☞ n'ayez pas peur de les modifier pour convenir à vos personnages !

☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡

“ tu ne pourrais pas prévenir avant de tomber sur les gens comme ça ? ”

“ n'allonge pas cette tête, s'il te plaît. ”

“ je ne te reconnais plus ! ”

“ je ne suis apparemment pas si irremplaçable. ”

“ tu sais bien que je n'ai normalement pas le droit. ”

“ tu ne touches qu'avec les yeux, hein ! ”

“ tu te réveilles enfin ? ”

“ vous n'auriez pas une arme ? un truc de guerre, vous savez. ”

“ mais qu'est-ce que tu fais encore là ? ”

“ j'ai des potins pour toi, et des beaux ! ”

“ et quelles sont tes sources ? ”

“ as-tu fini de me torturer ? ”

“ on avait dit pas de goûter dans la chambre. ”

“ ce n'est pas ma faute, tu sais. ”

“ il va falloir que tu sois courageux·euse. ”

“ j'étais un peu distrait·e à ce moment-là. ”

“ la déontologie me l'interdit. ”

“ votre rôle est de veiller à ce que rien d'indécent ne m'arrive. ”

“ tu dois y mettre de la bonne volonté, tu m'entends ? ”

“ quelle heure croyez-vous donc qu'il soit ? ”

“ un peu de discrétion, ça vous écorcherait ? ”

“ je suis à la fois rassuré·e et préoccupé·e. ”

“ approchez donc, que je vous admire. ”

“ est-ce un conseil ou une menace ? ”

“ je ne peux plus reculer. ”

“ pourquoi dis-tu une chose pareille ? ”

“ je me rends compte que je te connaissais bien mal. ”

“ je n'aime pas beaucoup toutes ces mondanités. ”

“ je m'ennuie. ”

“ je vous effraie ? ”

“ il nous connaît bien, le saligaud. ”

“ je vous l'ai dit, je suis en promenade de reconnaissance. ”

“ je dois vraiment rentrer, maintenant. ”

“ je prends la relève. ”

“ tu l'as vu, de tes yeux vu ? ”

“ c'est moi qui te fais de l'effet ou t'es toujours aussi timide ? ”

“ toi, ça fait un moment que je t'observe et je dois dire que tu m'intrigues. ”

“ cette lecture vous inspire-t-elle ? ”

“ si le ridicule tuait... ”

“ reviendrez-vous ? ”

“ je crois que nous commettons une erreur. ”

“ tu peux livrer ça pour moi ? ”

“ j'ai pas été très glorieux·euse. ”

“ tu n'as qu'à ouvrir ton parapluie. ”

“ évitons les belles paroles. ”

“ ai-je l'air d'être ailleurs ? ”

[buddieprompts]

Kiss in the snow

prompt 1: kiss in the snow ❄️

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[fallofneilhargrove]

Prompts!

The prompts are here! See below for more information.

The event - which is for those of us who wants to see Neil Hargrove pay - will run from October 1st to October 7th, and you are free to interpret the prompts however you want.

See here for rules: https://fallofneilhargrove.tumblr.com/rules

When posting, please tag "fall of neil hargrove" and mention @fallofneilhargrove in the post, so we can find it and reblog it.

Prompts in text form beneath the cut!

October 1: DEATH – deathbed/funerals | rest in pieces (dismemberment/beheading and the likes) | “What happens in Hawkins stays in Hawkins”

October 2: HAUNTED- The Camaro | lingering essence | "I keep seeing his face in the crowd"

October 3: PUBLIC SCORN – neighbors | don’t make enemies of the local knitting club | “I always knew there was something off about that man”

October 4: JAIL – realizations | justifiable police brutality | “He’s going away for a long time”

October 5: UPSIDE DOWN – monsters | show of supernatural power | “What is this place?”

October 6: SACRILEGE – The Wrath of God | crucifixion | “You reap what you sow”

October 7: FREE DAY

[terrainofheartfelt]

Dair + 9

Dair + 9…in public.

I wrote this as a sequel to this flash fiction I wrote for the last time I did a tumblr prompts meme. what can I say, I was inspired. and I could have written a wayyyyyy better breakup arc than the show. there I said it.

it got long (typical) so continue reading the whole bit under the cut <3

The party is already in full swing by the time Dan and his group get there. The subway would have been faster, but someone insisted that the lowest she would stoop to get to Bushwick was a cab. 

“Why did we agree to this again?” Dan asks out of the side of his mouth. 

“Not like she gave us much of a choice,” Vanessa mutters back. “Maybe we can get her to do something really low brow, like drink PBR or sing karaoke.”

Dan snorts, watching as the third member of their reluctant trio stomps into the crowd, clad in the tunic and pleather leggings Vanessa loaned her. 

A lot has happened since Dorota and Vanya’s wedding: Serena skipped town and came back with her dad, Eric hasn’t spoken to Serena since she came back with her dad (or their dad, but only in the biological sense). Vanessa got into Tisch, Dan didn’t. They evaluated their relationship at the three-month mark and decided that it just wasn’t working.

And, strangest of all, in the wake of her breakup—and Dan decking her ex across the face in public—Blair has seemingly attached herself to Dan and Vanessa and NYU as a whole, like she’s using the whole of Greenwich Village as a shield against the reach of Chuck Bass. 

“Hey, by the way,” Vanessa adds under her breath, “Willa is probably gonna make a move on you tonight.”

Dan blinks slowly, unsure how to answer. Breaking up was the right choice, he knows that. He spent most of his time as Vanessa’s boyfriend missing his best friend, Vanessa. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel weird about how she’s been pushing him into the path of other girls ever since. Like he’s a loose end she needs to square away before she starts at Tisch. 

“I’ll try to stick to a minimum six feet distance then.”

“Better make it ten,” Vanessa advises as they approach the bar, “she seemed pretty determined.”

Dan inwardly cringes, then orders two shots of tequila. Tequila and Vanessa have been somewhat of a dangerous combination for him these past six months, but if he’s going to endure the awkward ordeal this party is turning out to be, he cannot be sober for it. 

Vanessa’s pulled into a conversation with other Tisch people soon after, and Dan lets her go and tries not to feel too bitter about it. 

He’d really wanted it, but honestly, he can’t really explain why. He guesses that if he had to, then he’d have to admit it was because if he could break into the prestige of the Tisch name, it would make losing out on Yale sting a little less. Which is just fucking embarrassing—that was a year ago. What is it with Dan’s inability to move on anyway?

“Humphrey,” Waldorf greets him with a cursory nod, “holding the wall up all by yourself?”

He tips his beer bottle towards her. “Tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”

She gives him a withering look. Fair, not his best material. 

“This has been a bust so far,” Waldorf declares, unprompted, slumping against the wall next to him. “The so-called art here is terrible, and there isn’t a single guy in this room I would even think about kissing.”

At a loss for how to reply, Dan just asks, “What?”

Waldorf heaves out a sigh. “To get around Chuck’s fatwa? That was the whole point of this exercise, Humphrey!”

He shakes his head, like Waldorf’s obstinance is something that’s possible to shake off. “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”

“Whatever,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “The point is, no matter what I do, or where I go, he’s just –” she gestures wildly, “there.”

Dan follows the direction of her wave, and nearly spits out his drink when he sees Chuck Bass lurking in the corner. There could only be one reason for Chuck to come to Bushwick, and it’s certainly not to see Willa Weinstein’s performance art on corporate coffee chains.

“That’s…” he trails off, searching for an apt descriptor, “fucked up.”

Waldorf snorts at his eloquence, hands tightening around her elbows. “Yeah. It just – makes it impossible to move on. Him being around all the time.”

Dan looks at her carefully, holding herself in that defeated-yet-determined way she had been at Dorota and Vanya’s game night, and feels that same impulse to reach out, to try and make it better somehow, even though he hasn’t a fucking clue where to start. 

“It’s hard having an ex that’s always around,” he offers, eyes finding Vanessa in the crowd, laughing with the theatrical writing majors they met at the cabaret. “It’s not even that you want them back, you just…could do without your history popping out around any corner.” 

Blair looks at him curiously, her hard protective gaze softening into something more contemplative. Dan gets a sudden flash of deja vu, to a different year, a different heartbreak, a different warehouse wall. 

“For what it’s worth, Blair, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes cast down at the floor, at her boots that are disproportionately expensive to the rest of her outfit. She hasn’t said any more about why she and Chuck broke up, but Dan’s seen enough to know that it must have been really bad. 

“And – you know –” he stammers, “if there’s anything I can do –”

Blair’s eyes shoot back up, questioning. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Yes. Yes that would do it,” she continues, as if that explains anything. “Come on, Humphrey, hop to.”

“I…”

“Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to write a sonnet or whatever it is you do. This is just a favor.”

He arches an eyebrow. “A favor would imply that we’re friends. Are we?”

She blinks at him, nonplussed. “Does it matter?”

He shrugs. He doesn’t really care about the answer, it’s just that it’s easier to debate Blair on semantics. It’s a dynamic that makes sense to him. 

“Fine,” Blair huffs, “if it helps you sleep at night, then yes.” She pushes away from the wall, turning to face him. “So?”

Dan blinks. “Like – now?”

“That would be the idea, yes.”

“Okay,” Dan lets out a breath, and turns to face her, eyes dropping to her lips. She is pretty—it’s not like he’s never noticed—and there’s something about seeing her outside her typical Edith Head dress code that heightens it, or shines a light on her from a different angle. Or maybe he’s just drunk. 

He’s apparently stalled too long, because Blair mutters. “Oh, for crying out loud, Humphrey,” and yanks him in by the collar. 

A shock runs through him, then another, then another. First from: oh, she’s kissing him now, then from: oh, he’s kissing Blair Waldorf, then finally: this is actually a really good kiss. 

He opens his mouth on instinct, her lips moving with his. She tastes like cheap booze and expensive lip gloss, like every contradiction and complexity that makes his life interesting, that’s ever made him want to pick up a pen or sit at a keyboard. 

They break away to breathe at the same time, inhaling in tandem. It’s hard to tell in this lighting, but Dan’s sure Blair’s face is ruddier than when he was last looking at her. 

“Thank you,” she says bluntly, stunned.

“You’re welcome,” Dan automatically replies, blinking dumbly as Blair turns tail and disappears into the party. 

He’s going to need another drink. 

[dwtdog]

want to write dogboy dream.

[heavens-sin]

valentine application! expect law does not want to be filling this in and is probably being held at gun point….

Name: Trafalgar D water Law

Age: 24

Do you like to cuddle?: absolutely not.

Can we make-out?: absolutely not.

A night in or dinner out?: a night in, as long as you’re not home…

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: neither.

What makes you a good Valentine?: nothing. Do not accept this application.

Would you cook for me?: no.

Would you let me cook for you?: absolutely not.

                             @sleeplesswork's Application was : Accepted! ♡

Doflamingo's  presence  was  a  familiar  blight.  Impossible  to  ignore,   lips   curled   into   a   smile.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   a   wide   canine  filled  grin   etched   across   his   face,  a  grin  all   too   menacing   to   be   considered   sweet  as   a   demon   like   him   couldn't   conceive   of   such   a   concept. a  set  of   heterochromatic  mix  of  blues  and  gold  stared  at  the  paper  Law  filled  out  before  glancing  at  him  from  the  corners  of  his  eyes.  he  was   so  straightforwardness  and  unapologetic.  a  low  chuckle  rumbled  from  his  chest.  a  laugh  he  couldn't  help  repress  at  such  bluntness  of  Law's  responses,  finding  it  almost   refreshing. 

     ❝        Mi  Corazón’s words  are  so  harsh,  wounding  so  deep!     *    The  blond's  tone  held  faux   insult.   a  dramatic  sigh  leaving  his  lips  and  he   patted  at  his  chest.         ❝       But  it’s  alright,  I  know  you’re  still  being  a  brat  and  thats  forgiven.  overlooked  for  the  time  being  so  no  need  to  fear.           *     Doflamingo  leaned  forwards,  radiating  sheer  delight.  There  was  a  manic  edge  to  his  smile,  and  the  way  he  regarded  Law  from  behind  his  shades  was  very  ...  unnerving  as  he  cupped  the  man's  jaw,  forcing  law  to  meet  his  gaze. 

         ❝         and  here  i  thought  my  precious  Corazón  would  be  so  thrilled  to  receive  my  love.  you  indeed  shouldered  everything  for  me  but  i  gave  you  everything  in  turn.  .  have  i  yet  to  gain  your  trust  after  all  these  years?  is  being  held  at  such  high  regard  not  enough?    is  loving  me  THAT  maddening?      *      he  chuckled  as  he  tightened  his  grip.  

       ❝       unfortunately  for  you  ,  you  have  no   say  in  this  to  begin  with.  whether  its  time  spent  with  me  or  my  concubines.  it  a  day  spent  well.      *  

[justmyartsideblog]

[writing-prompt-s]

The defeated and bloodied king was chained to kneel in front of his enemy and he says weakly: "Is my wife still alive?" His enemy nodded. "You fools," he said smirking, and the king starts laughing as the sounds of explosions getting closer shake the room.

[knebellindemann]

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[soeurdelune]

— rp prompts en français ☆ Le Maître des Illusions

tirés du roman Le Maître des Illusions (The Secret History) de Donna Tartt) ☞ n'ayez pas peur de les modifier pour convenir à vos personnages !

☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:・☆彡.。.:*・☆彡

“ j'ai étudié le grec pendant deux ans. ”

“ seulement c'est un peu une urgence. ”

“ moi, je trouve que c'est une faute de goût. ”

“ et qu'est-ce que la beauté ? ”

“ c'est un très sale tour. ”

“ on dirait que tu n'as pas croisé ton rasoir ce matin, mon pote. ”

“ c'était à la télévision. ”

“ tu n'as pas pris les bons. ”

“ doux jésus, qu'est-ce que tu as fait ? ”

“ j'ai marché sur quelque chose de pointu. ”

“ laisse-moi regarder. ”

“ pose-moi par terre, je te mets du sang partout. ”

“ je ne peux pas, j'ai peur de te faire mal. ”

“ je veux dire, tu as des projets ? ”

“ je n'ai pas d'amis ici pendant l'hiver. ”

“ j'ai reçu ta carte postale. ”

“ trop de citron, c'est ça le problème. ”

“ comment as-tu su que c'était moi ? ”

“ connaîtrais-tu par hasard une bonne entreprise de nettoyage ? ”

“ c'était un spectacle affreux. ”

“ je suis quasiment au bout du rouleau. ”

“ mais c'était un accident. ”

“ la situation n'est pas sublime, mais elle pourrait sûrement être pire. ”

“ il te fait chanter ? ”

“ pas beaucoup d'intimité, pas vrai ? ”

“ mais ce n'est pas nécessairement mortel. ”

“ je ne savais pas que tu lisais le persan... ”

“ on ne peut pas compter sur ces antiquités. ”

“ tu m'as beaucoup aidé·e. ”

“ c'est un code. ”

“ cette idée ne me plaît pas plus qu'à toi. ”

“ fais-lui faire des joints ou j'sais pas quoi. ”

“ il y a une fête aujourd'hui. ”

“ quelqu'un t'as vu ? ”

“ cela va simplement tuer toutes les fleurs. ”

“ je préférerais un somnifère, si tu en as. ”

“ il faisait froid et l'orchestre était nul. ”

“ ta chambre ou la mienne ? ”

“ ce soir, j'ai fait un rêve. tu étais dedans. ”

“ tu ne sais pas que tu as mis ta chemise à l'envers ? ”

“ ne bois pas tout. ”

“ qu'est-ce que tu manges ? ”

“ il faudrait que quelqu'un fouille assez loin pour trouver ça. ”

“ je n'y vais pas tout·e seul·e. ”

“ tu ne crois pas que c'est une sorte de coup monté ? ”

“ j'ai un taxi en bas. ”

“ je ne peux pas dormir quand il y a plein de gens dans la pièce. ”

“ tu l'aimes beaucoup, n'est-ce pas ? ”

“ j'ai pensé qu'en venant dormir ici je me sentirais mieux. ”

“ tu protèges tes intérêts ? ”

“ cette matinée a été bizarre, en vérité. ”

“ on dirait que quoi ? ”

“ tu sais, je t'ai toujours bien aimé. ”

“ je t'aime bien, moi aussi. ”

“ tu ne me ferais pas un tour en vache, n'est-ce pas ? ”

“ kidnapper n'est pas le mot que j'emploierais. ”

“ alors tu es venu me tuer ? ”

“ si on peut blâmer quelqu'un pour tes problèmes, ça ne peut être que toi. ”

“ la plus grande bêtise de ma vie a été de t'écouter. ”

“ tu crois que je te ferais du mal ? ”

“ tu es heureux ici ? ”

[buddieprompts]

prompt: angry love confession

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[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."