#EO Prompt

[theshatteredrose]

🍃 30 Etrian Odyssey Prompts 🍃

For fanfiction/art/or creative interests in general!

It was more than a chance encounter

The Chimera wants revenge

A secret turns deadly

A debt that needs to be repaid

This desert has too many memories

A guild is a family

A flower links them

A guild never dies

A leader's heavy burden

A Hero's curse

A lesson learned in a field of damaged tiles

The night before a mission

A physical reminder

A place to call home

A promise worth keeping

A victory is a victory

Finally, a worthy opponent

Events after the battle

"Did we truly win…?"

Discovering hidden scars

Anything for a discount…?

"Avoiding death is my specialty"

There's a medicine for that

There's no going back now

The forest fell silent

"Think about your crazy actions for once!"

"This is probably a bad time, but…"

A poison that can't be cured

Waiting for the confusion to dissipate

Camping alone

[cizzle-freezy]

@heropartnerweek Day 2 - Role Swap!

What happens when you swap the mortician with the medicine cat? ... I wouldn't be able to tell you either! Yet somehow, Bread (@paco-png) becoming a plague doctor just made sense. Moonglow's is... a bit more abstract. Warrior cats lore doesn't have something similar to morticians, so I made her outfit more of a vibe based on the mythos surrounding afterlives since she's such a warrior cats kinnie :P

[marcskywalker]

Wait I just thought of it.

Imagine au where after merlin confesses to his magic, at the end he was somehow able to save Arthur. They make it back to Camelot but there is some awkwardness between the two, like they've forgotten how to act around eo.

After years of hiding, Merlin is hesitant to show Arthur his magic, to make himself vulnerable to his King in that way. And Arthur takes longer to believe merlin's stories, there are more questions and double takes than there used to be.

Merlin tries to return the sigil one day, thinking that he doesn't deserve to have it since he doesn't have Arthur's full and unwavering trust any more (his words not the king's).

Arthur presses it back into his palms, "It's a gift, Merlin. You keep those."

obviously inspired by:

[mono-socke]

Awwwwwww meow there,

Ich lieb deine Moonbean Series soooooooo sehr, so knuffig und herzlich 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.

hiiii !!!

dankeeee, ich mag die beiden zusammen, der discord server hat mir da echt was in den kopf gesetzt haha :>> hier, kleine doodle weil mir vorhin langweilig war

[tixdixl]

Mountain Lovers Club and/or Fairy's Gala for any of your guys??

Hey hey!! Thanks for this!!

Aw shoot.... is this gonna be the thing where I show off a new OC for the first time?

You bet it is. :3

Fairy Gala - Alphonse Eos concept sketch!!!

Mayhaps I might make a full blown SR card for this~

Prompt

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @rainesol @elenauaurs @inmateofthemind @starry-night-rose

@thehollowwriter @cyanide-latte @blithesharem @theleechyskrunkly @boopshoops

Lmk if you want added/removed!

[sincerely-sofie]

Rotating Calypso and Gengar in my head and the way the would interact with Twig and Ark.

Gengar with Twig because she understands the intense guilt and self loathing that comes from survivors guilt and feeling like a coward for reacting the way a child naturally would in that situation.

And Calypso with Ark because he understands what its like to have an identity crisis of biblical proportions, brought about from thoughts and feelings he felt weren't his.

AND THEN IT LIKE, PARALLELS ARK AND TWIG'S DYNAMIC BY HAVING THE SEEMINGLY OPPOSITE PEOPLE CONFIDE IN EACH OTHER. THE SHADOW BOY WITH THE HERO AND THE HERO WITH THE SHADOW BOY!

Consider also:

Ark gently nudging Calypso in the direction of talking to Twig as well about her identity crisis and how it’s affected by her memory loss, amongst other things.

Twig dragging Gengar kicking and screaming into talking to Ark about his guilt specifically at having behaved in such antagonistic ways towards someone he now considers a dear friend.

[beth-purcell]

3 for Glinda and Eos, please!

What were their first impressions of each other? How does that compare to their impressions of each other now?

Regarding First Impressions, I did answer that with this Answer, where the TLDR is essentially:

Glinda was curious about this cute guy being all stoic and polite and Eos was a swimming duck; cool and collected on the outside and internally wigging out.

Compared to now, I think that they both understand the importance of why the other keeps the air of cool calm and collected, though they both probably wish that the other would be a bit more willing to outwardly expression their feelings.

Glinda would like her captain to give her at least a little blush here and there when she has a flirty tease, damnit.

OC Duo Asks HERE

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

I haven't written anything (at least not to completion) in a very long time. Now that October is basically over, and we're moving into my least favorite season, I thought I would give Holiday Bingo a glance to encourage myself to write as a distraction from the long, cold months.

Most of the bingos for the winter holidays have the same 6 or 8 ideas on them, none of which appealed to me enough to make me feel like writing. So, for the first time ever, I brainstormed my own bingo card of ideas.

I don't have any expectations of anyone else using my card, but if you see something you like, feel free to write it. All I ask is that you DM me a link to your fic so I can do a Master list post. ☺️ Other than that, I don't really have any rules for others' use.

As for me, for this bingo, I will write

- Rolivia/Rolivia + Barba

- Cabenson

- EO

I am not taking any other ships/ship combos at this time. Happy writing, and holiday cheers!

❄️☃️ HeartEyes4Mariska

@thatesqcrush @storiesofsvu

[ashmp3]

my hater moment for the day yes it’s 8.30 in the morning but whatever like if you have a skinny narrow nose from the front in my head your nose is not big like at the very least it’s at the bottom of the big nose pyramid

[zeroducks-2]

okay okay hi!!! decided to use your dark prompts list for this and please 7 + P for eoiris or eobariris, completely up to you <33

HI HELLO I LOVE THIS OK

7. Truth Serum + P. "Don't back off now" - Eobard Thawne/Iris West (with background Newsflash)

(TW: long post, captivity, non-graphic violence)

She’s been out of it for most of the time, consciousness slipping and then coming back as her own voice fills her ears with startled little cries, and half-hearted attempts at flailing while she’s moved around. Then she got strapped to a chair, a metallic thing which is so cold against her body that it brings her back some more, making her aware of the probes which are being attached to her wrists and temples. The people around her are dressed with some sort of medical gear. Alright, this isn’t the usual kidnapping. 

She tries to speak but her mouth is pasty, her tongue won’t move. And whoever these people are, they don’t seem to like it that she woke up, talking quietly among each other before pressing a plastic mask to her face, the gas canister it’s connected to making her eyes grow droopy. Iris hopes these fuckers can at least see her glare before she goes back under.

It’s this for a while, impossible to know how long since they keep her drugged. She’s asked questions when she’s awake - trivial things like her favorite color or the name of a childhood pet. Every time the answer pops in her mind she can hear mechanical beeps and whirrs, and she never speaks but the people around her do, always in hushed tones even if at times their voices sound more excited. The person who talks to her is always the same, a man in tactical gear. There are more of them; sometimes she glimpses them walking along a railing up ahead, but this one has to be a higher rank. Someone called him Colonel at some point. She’s pretty sure she wasn’t dreaming when she heard it. “Miss West”, he usually calls her before asking a question, and one of those times she mentally replies with an insult so colorful that someone from the lab-coats bunch snorts audibly. Which in turn gives her the confirmation that they’re doing something that allows them to peek into her head, somehow discerning her answers through whatever machine they’re using.

And so she starts trying not to give them any answer, but whatever they’re using to drug her has to function as some sort of truth serum, because it proves really hard to keep any information to herself. It surely is a muscle relaxant among other things, keeping her unable to try to pry her restraints open. It’s unlike her to rely on his intervention but she is indeed starting to wonder where Barry might be, and also to get worried because it has to be days since she was taken here. More than one, at least. It’s odd that he hasn’t found her yet. 

«Miss West.» The man in tactical gear greets after sitting next to her. Iris blinks at the unremarkable features of his face, her mind blank aside for the fact that she’s sore all over, and really tired of this. «You’ve proven to be a good test subject, and we thank you for all the help you’ve given us.» Alright, that doesn’t sound good. She can feel her chest swell, and the higher beeping of one of the machines must mean her heart is beating faster. No one seems to pay it any mind. «We do have a couple more questions for you, and then we can consider our collaboration complete.» He clears his throat. And then asks, «What’s the civilian identity of the Flash?»

Fuck you, Iris thinks, glaring at him from her spot. 

«What’s the civilian identity of the Flash, Miss West? His name.»

She thinks of the red of his suit, the blue of his eyes, the way they crinkle at the corners when he smiles a certain way. He’s always late. She loves him so much. She bites her tongue, and the surprise she feels at being able to snap her jaw hard enough to draw blood distracts her.

«You were correct, Colonel. It’s her.» Someone says, someone from the lab-coats bunch. «No name yet though, she’s guarding it well.»

«Of course it’s her, the info comes directly from the source.» The man in tactical gear replies, shifting on his spot on a way more comfortable-looking chair. «We need a name, Miss West. What is the name of the Flash?»

John Smith, Iris thinks, staring him directly in the eyes. He sighs and stands up. 

«She needs another dose.» He declares, but when he gets close enough with a full canister of drug, Iris tilts her chin up just that little bit she needs to spit on his face. It’s mostly blood and it hits him square on the cheek. «Fucking bitch.» The man hisses, smushing the plastic mask on her face forcefully enough to hurt. She holds her breath and keeps glaring. Might as well fight until the last second.

A light above them bursts, then another. The man straightens up and draws a gun from his belt, lightning cracks and some of the machines beep hard and then turn down. Barry…? She thinks as the canister drops, allowing her to take a mouthful of air.Someone screams from above, energy bursts go off. These people don’t have normal guns, it’s something clearly intended to hurt more than humans. Loud cracks like the ground was splitting apart force Iris to wince, more people scream and flashes of light brighten the black of her closed eyes. This is not Barry. The air crackles with static, and when she looks again there’s a spatter of blood over the buzzing machines right in front of her, and the Reverse Flash is looking in her direction, expression plain as he lets go of the limp body of one of the men in a lab-coat. They fall boneless with a dull thud, unlike a living person ever could.

The red forks of lightning settle to a more contained shimmer, and Iris just stares back for a beat, then another, then she realizes that the man in tactical gear is not near her anymore. 

Thawne’s eyes lose their inhuman quality for an instant, long enough for Iris to see him roll them up with a quiet huff. He’s smiling though. 

«Running, really…?» He shakes his hand and the blood on it splatters on the floor, leaving his yellow suit entirely clean. «Don’t back off now, I only just arrived…»

He’s not there a moment later. Then he’s back, holding the man by his neck just below the jaw, high enough his feet don’t touch the floor. He shoots but Thawne pushes his arm up and the charge lands on the ceiling, more sparks raining on them as another light bursts. 

«Don’t…» Iris tries to say but her speech is slurred, she hasn’t used her mouth for words in quite a while. Her tongue also hurts. «St-op, need… alive-»

«No we don’t.»

A scream fills the otherwise almost entirely quiet room, and Iris prefers not to look. She realizes they’ve all been killed, everyone else. The people in lab-coats, the ones who patrolled the high railing, likely also whoever was at the doors of this room. She keeps not looking when the man in yellow falls into a crouch just before her, and closes her eyes when a hand reaches out to her. «Hello, Iris.» Thawne says conversationally, like they just met by accident along the way to the grocery store. «I would hope you haven’t been harmed in ways I cannot see.»

The metallic band around her forehead comes off, and her head would drop but instead it lolls into a palm and is held up. The relief of not having anything tight on her temples is enough for her to lose it for a few moments, and when she’s blinking again she’s being pulled away from that chair, her breathing somehow shallow, all the bindings broken and the probes having come off. 

She knows she’s not going to be able to stand on her feet but it’s not necessary, she’s still held. Tight enough, not too much. Her head spins, it feels like it’s the first time in years that she leaves that metal chair and her body is allowed in a different position.

«You’re alright. You’re alright now.» She’s being shushed, and she realizes her eyes are swelling. How long has she been there? Had she stopped hoping to get out of this alive…? «I’ll get you to Barry, and then I’ll bring both of you out of here.»

So Barry is there, too. She thought he might have been because of something that man had said, about getting information from the source. She can’t fully remember now. She’s so tired and can’t still fully process that she isn’t tied to a chair anymore. «You… you killed that man.» She whispers, realizing Thawne pulled down his cowl. «He could… could’ve had…»

«Iris, I come from the future.» The man replies with a vaguely chiding tone. He props her up against his own chest and sighs, and Iris feels her own weight come down as Eobard’s chest deflates. «I already know everything which might be useful to us.» The touch on her cheek comes back and brings her to look up. She has no idea what Thawne is seeing on her face which makes his vague smile disappear, a somber look replacing it as his thumb traces the line of her cheekbone. «And he deserved to die anyway.» He adds in a low whisper, cupping the entire side of her face before leaning down to kiss her forehead. «I should have made it more painful.»

Then they stand up. She thinks they will start running any second now, and so reflexively holds onto him and tucks down against his chest. Lightning crackles around them and a palm comes up to the side of her head, shielding her and holding her close.

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[theshatteredrose]

Prompt #225

Your guild's best sword wielder is hit by a spell that causes them to fall under a dark and dangerous trance, one that causes them to see everyone and everything as an opponent. An opponent they will do anything and everything to defeat. What enemy would hate your guild enough to prompt such a curse? And will your guild be able to free your guildmate before something irreversible occurs?

[morethanwords229]

End of the Year - Chapter 7 - morethanwords229 - Law & Order: SVU [Archive of Our Own]

Prompt #7: Joy

Olivia and Elliot go for dinner.

[stardustedsins]

Kiss Prompts #13: A kiss discreetly

Speedwagon/reader (gender neutral reader)

You’d thought Speedwagon was handsome when you first met him. Jonathan had laughed when you tried to discreetly ask if he was unattached, but had still encouraged you like a good friend. When he and Erina had left for their honeymoon, you and Speedwagon had been there to see them off. When their ship was out of sight and the other friends and families on the dock started to leave, you’d asked Speedwagon to dinner. He’d said yes, and the rest came naturally.

The only problem with your newfound happiness is that your dear friend Erina is going through such a terrible tragedy. Your relationship with Speedwagon is still new when Erina returns from her honeymoon, early and alone. You and Speedwagon practically move in with her with how often you both visit to support her and help her with anything she needs. 

You can’t ever seem to find the right time to tell her about you and Speedwagon. It would feel like spitting on Jonathan’s grave, flaunting your relationship while everyone is still in mourning. And when Erina tearfully confides that she believes she’s pregnant, it’s definitely not the right time. 

But you’re still feeling the excitement of a new relationship, and so is he. You try to keep things discreet, but you hold hands when you think no one’s looking and duck into spare rooms and around corners for stolen moments alone together. 

On one such occasion, Speedwagon grabs your hand and raises a finger to his lips with a wink as he pulls you into an unused bedroom to kiss you where Erina won’t have to see. You aren’t really thinking of being careful, though, not with his strong arms around you and his mouth on yours as he kisses you, languid and unhurried. You feel like you have all the time in the world, your arms around his neck as you play idly with his long hair, but of course you don’t. You have to get back to Erina.

Erina, who raises an eyebrow when you return, looking at the two of you with a sly half-smile. 

“You know,” She says. “The staff can be such gossips. I’ve been hearing a very interesting rumor about you two lately.”

“I’m sorry, Erina.” You apologize right away. “We didn’t want to be too obvious about being happy at such a sad time, and we certainly didn’t want to be any kind of painful reminder for you.”

“You two are my dearest friends.” She takes your hand and holds out the other for Speedwagon to take. “It does hurt at times to be reminded of how happy Jonathan and I were, but I would never begrudge you your own happiness. Please, don’t feel like you have to hide around me. It may be a good thing to have such love in the house again.”

You squeeze her hand and nod, taking Speedwagon’s hand on the other side so that the three of you are connected like children in a schoolyard game.

“And you must tell me everything about how this came to be, of course.” Erina smiles at Speedwagon. “I did think I had noticed a little crush before I left, and Jonathan was sure things would work themselves out before we were back. Clearly they did.”

The two of you tell the little story in turns, Erina laughing when you admit how you’d asked Jonathan if Speedwagon was seeing anyone so soon after you’d met, and Speedwagon admitting you’d thrown off his own plan to ask you to dinner with flowers by beating him to it. It’s so good to speak freely with Erina again and laugh together. You stay far too late, and she insists you stay the night with her.

“I’ll have rooms prepared for you both.” She says. “Unless you’d prefer just one? The carpet in the hall could be a bit of a tripping hazard if anyone were planning to sneak around in the dark, after all.”

“Erina!”

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

Eobarry Buffy AU

"This is exactly why, Barry, as your Watcher you need to trust me. Come to me for help. Just because you think you know the ins-and-outs of a situation already, doesn’t mean you do. And now look at you. Look at the mess you've made of tonight. Look at what happened to them, Barry. You know they were never supposed to be involved in something like this."

Barry doesn't speak. He is looking at his hands. they have blood on them, sticky and vivid against his increasingly pale skin. He had thought- He had been sure that it would be an easy take down. A few vamps haunting the sewer and grabbing people. He didn't need Eobard's help- didnt want it. Still hadn't been able to bring himself to trust him when Barry knows why Eobard was sent here for him. Who sent him. What this relationship is supposed to be.

He is a weapon, and Eobard's is the hunter, despite what either of their titles may have indicated. And tonight... tonight the weapon malfunctioned.

Just a few vamps. Nothing he and the rest of the scoobies couldn't handle, nothing they didn't handle already on a nightly basis, except... except it hadn't been. It had been so much more. There were demons there, some kind of portal. A nest.

He'd tried so hard. He'd fought SO, so hard, using every ounce of his unnatural skills that he could muster, trusting his friends to run far, far away until they could regroup. but it wasn't enough. He hadn't been enough, just like always. What good was this strength of his, this unnatural savagery inside him, if he had to watch as his friends... had to watch his family be....

It had been a feast. And he had served them right up.

"Oh, Barry." Eobard sighs, placing a gentle, consoling hand on the top of his head. He strokes his hair slightly in a comforting gesture that Barry knows he doesn’t deserve. Not after....

He screws his eyelids tighter against the images he knows he will never unsee. Eddie. Caitlin. Cisco. Joe. Iris.

There's no pretending they will wake up, no fooling himself into believing there's a fix for this when Eddie's wind pipe has been bitten through and he can see the sick glistening of Caitlins's innards through the gashes left on her abdomen. Cisco, head bent at an unnatural angle, lays nearest to Joe. Or the majority of him, and it is impossible to ignore the reality of the death that now hangs all around him like a fog.

He can't remember anything after he had seen Iris fall to them too, The only things he can conjure up are his own screams mingling with scattered images of viscera and the feel of her life draining out of her in his hands. He longs to hug her to him tightly, comfort himself with the proximity of her one last time, but his hands are still covered in blood and he does not deserve the comfort he seeks, so instead he merely cradles her in his lap and stares into the distance.

It had been quick enough after that, he supposed, the slaying. It was surprisingly easy to tear through the flesh of A demon's throat with your bare hands, if you were motivated enough. Apparently before he just hadn't been. Another failure of his own making.

It didn't matter though, any of it. Not any more. After the fight he had simply frozen there, staring at his friends and family, each one torn into and pried open. Gazing at him with empty, accusatory eyes still propped open in death. He had taken Iris back into his arms afterwards. Kneeling there, unsure what to do as it strikes him that he is once again been orphaned. He is alone again.

Alone. Except for his watcher.

Eobard's hand continues to stroke through his hair, murmuring soothing words, that slice Barry open with the truth of them.

"I know you didn't mean to Barry. I know they wanted to help. but this is no place for civilians already, and if you don't consult with me, don't trust me completely...

I knew they weren't vampires, Barry. I cpuld have told you what it was you were walking into."

Barry stiffens under his hand, and Eobard hides his smile under a grimace meant to imply his own feelings of guilt. A clean strike. Just a little more now, he thinks to himself.

"If you had just come to me, talked to me, I could have told you that this was demonic activity. That it was too dangerous for them. I don't know why you feel you can't trust me, but barry you have to. You have to or something even worse might happen next time."

There is nothing worse that could happen to him. No way for any situation to devastate him this deeply ever again.

Eobard comes to stand in front of barry. kneeling down in front of him, he gently removes iris from Barry's arms, and takes barry into his own.

"A slayer's life is a solitary one for a reason, Barry. And I'm so sorry you had to find out that truth this way. But, if you can learn to trust me, then I can be here for you, i can help you save people." he feels barry stiffen at those words and he lowers his voice to a whisper, injecting a tone of remorseful desperation into his next words "Please let me help you Barry, even setting aside that I'm your Watcher... I care too much about you to let you do this alone."

Eobard knows hes hit homw again when he feels Barry raise his hands to grip him back finally, in a hug so tight it might break a rib on a normal person. His fingers tangle into the silky fabric of Eo's shirt as he finally breaks and begins to sob in earnest.

The smile is back on his face, now that Barry can't see, too preoccupied with his grief. He looks around disdainfully at the sight. The demons had been a necessary step in assuring Barry's compliance and the removal of certain negative influences, but that didn't mean he approved of them. Messy, unpredictable things, but A means to an end. One he was an expert at manipulating.

He pats Barry's back in small strokes and tells him that he'll take care of everything. Thats what hes here for after all. To watch over him. To guide him. To make him the strongest version of himself.

It's when he mentions, ever so gently, that they'll need to make funeral arrangements for the others, that Barry finally raises his head again. He looks up at Eobard, eyes shining with so many tears still left unshed, and asks him hesitantly, if he could help him with those too.

"I don't think I can do it by myself, the planning involved- I know that's not part of your job, and it's so much to ask, but I'd have to keep seeing them, talking about it, knowing that I did this, and I can't Eobard I just Can't. Please I-"

Eobard gently shushes him, guiding his head into the crook of his neck as they both still kneel there, clinging together amidst the gore and horror of their surroundings. He did so love it when a plan came together.

"Of course Barry, whatever you need. Were in this together aren't we?" There's is a brief nod against his neck as the Slayer agrees. After all, who else does he have?

"Then I'll take care of everything. All I ask is that you listen to me, respect my abilities, trust me as your partner and Watcher"

Barry nods against his neck again and brings his arm around to hug eobards front, seeking the comfort of his embrace once more.

It feels like victory.

[laughingstock13]

Jonathan, Speedwagon, and Zeppeli based on this drawing prompt because they deserve to sleep peacefully ❤️

Please ignore the obvious flaw

[squeakitties]