#Writing prompts

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re meeting the friend of a friend for the first time, who’s apparently an empath. When they shake your hand, they immediately rip their hand away from you.

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

Text: There’s only one lighthouse left this far north. No one comes here, except to seek what lies on our ice covered island. We’ll guide them safely to shore. But after that, all bets are off.

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"What are you going to do? Fire me? We both know you're not going to do that. You need me."

"You're not nearly as irreplaceable as you think you are."

[promptsblog]

"Are you really going to turn down the most sought-after bachelor in town for that weirdo with two left feet over there?"

"Yes. I want the weirdo. Tell me the weirdo's name."

[soulprompts]

send in " brushing of hands " to see the receiver's reaction to the sender gently and purposefully brushing their hand against the receiver's (not actually holding it, but sending clear signals that they would like to!)

[zerokrox-blog]

#5 steddie please <3

5 where it doesn't hurt

Eddie Munson was tired. He wanted his boyfriend. Today had been busy and overwhelming. He had been working a double shift at the overnight garage and automobile shop he worked at. He hadn't seen Steve, his boyfriend, since Monday and as it was Thursday, it was too long and he wanted to see him. As soon as his shift was over, Eddie hopped into his car and drove him.

He arrived home at 7am, once he parked the car and took a deep breath, he slipped into their house.

Eddie slipped off his shoes and jacket. He meandered his way deeper into his home. He smelled something nice coming from the kitchen so he followed the scent and once he reached the kitchen he stopped dead.

Steve, his beautiful Steve, was standing in the kitchen in just one of Eddie's over-sized shirts, a small pot of oatmeal cooking on the stove, and a pan of sizzling bacon in front of him. Steve was humming and rocking gently to the beat of some song playing in his head. Eddie watched him, a slow smile crossing his face, and his chest felt warm.

"Hey, baby." he murmured.

Steve turned around, "welcome home, my love," he murmured back, their eyes met and Eddie felt a helpless tugging in his chest, he moved slowly forward, Steve met him halfway, Eddie felt himself falling deeper in love as he was wrapped in his partner's warm arms, before they kissed.

Eddie felt every single bit of tension slip out of his body and muscles.

He went upstairs to shower and change, before coming back down to eat something and then sleep.

He was home indeed. All was well and would stay that way.

kissing prompts

[writing-prompt-s]

"Remember, if you die in the simulation-" "Yeah, yeah, we know, you die in real life." "What? No! You need to reset the simulation with this terminal! What is WRONG with you humans?!"

[unboundprompts]

Random Prompt #139

The door never led to the same place twice.

[urfriendlywriter]

One Prompt A Dayyyyy:

(angsty edition | @urfriendlywriter )

"why did you love me when you knew you w-would--- break me ?" A asks, heart clenching and hands fisted on either side. All they wanted to be was together.

You brush the tear that runs down your cheek, "You--you think i wanted this?" your sound is merely a whisper, that you hoped would transcend A's pain, "I wanted- No, no, I want you, A. I just can't--I can't have you."

[soprompt]

"We're in this together."

[fangbangerghoul]

OKAY I'M COMIN IN UNDER THE WIRE Sensory prompt: The coppery scent of blood in the air Emotion: Adrenaline - Is that an emotion? Amped? Object: Chair Lets go with Astarion and a character of your choice that you've been wanting to write!

For you?

I'll give you the best!

wc: 799 (cause i got carried away as usual)

Today is the last day I am accepting prompts for my 100 follower celebration! Please feel free to submit one!

            The dilapidated building was unsavory as they all sat in it for a short rest. Gale used to be able to count the number of deaths he caused on his fingers before he decided to travel with Tav. Now it seemed every day there was a new blood stain on his hands, his clothes, even his face. Tav was wrapping their leg from a battle wound and Astarion and Shadowheart seemed preoccupied with their own needs. He felt his calf burn with an intensity that was unexpected and the coppery scent washed over his as he lifted his robe to see the brutal gash in his leg. The adrenaline left in his veins was pounding in his temples and his breathing still didn’t feel quite right. His eyes were focused on the wound and he was debating if traditional methods of healing would be best or if he should succumb to a quick fix with magic. The pros and cons weren’t particularly swaying him in either direction and the weight his body felt from exhaustion he wondered how much longer he could let it freely bleed.

“What do we have here?” The cool and charming tone came from Astarion who had crept up to Gale as he sat in the only viable chair. He felt a dull pressure in his knees and opted to be selfish for once and take a seat before offering it to Tav. Astarion’s presence caused a bit of caution in Gale. He was entirely comfortable around the man but there was always something that made Gale extremely curious about the red eyed charmer.

“It is nothing.” Gale said abruptly, not wanting the half elf to see his weakness. Who knows what influence he really had on Tav. They were not to pressed when Astarion confessed to be the vampire spawn he was even though he obviously was going to fed on Tav without permission. Something Gale thought that was extremely rude and dubious.

“Ah, don’t be coy now.” Astarion had a toothy grin and he swayed a bit side to side. The vampire spawn always seemed big on body language. Gale caught the tiniest of flares from Astarion’s nostrils. He knew then Astarion smelt the blood and perhaps considered only coming over to sneak a bite. Maybe just to lick his leg? Gale wasn’t entirely sure but he now he knew for certainty to not let his guard down.

“Let me take a look.” Astarion said gently his hand body and hand starting to near Gale but Gale flinched for a moment and gave an astute glare. He had hoped the vampire would heed his warning but his smirk had only lessened a fraction. “What? I’m not going to drain you dry if that’s what you think. There are tastier things out there than you wizard.”

Gale’s felt his pride hurt for a moment and his glare softened into a more offended look. He knew it was silly of him to take offense to that and perhaps instead he should be feeling more of a relief from that statement.

“I didn’t say that you were.” Gale started as he tried to relax his body to allow Astarion to get closer. He did not want to make a scene because the others were busy resting themselves. “Who knew someone like you would have something against older gentlemen.”

“You shouldn’t put words into others mouth, Gale.” Astarion’s tone seemed full of an array of emotions from teasing, flirting, even threatening and a mix of disappointment. Gale was not sure what to say to his response but hissed when Astarion poked at his flesh wound.

“Don’t be a baby.” Astrarion’s voice was like a soft gruff and before Gale realized it the dazzling companion in front of him was stitching up his wound. The closeness between the two of them was more intimate than he would have preferred but he accepted his fate as he closed his eyes. The wizard was not trying to be too mindful of the pain and after a few seconds it had stopped. He felt Astarion’s cool fingers trace up his calf where the wound was and when Gale peeked Astarion’s eyes were looking right into his. The companion had his finger covered in Gale’s blood and it held just before his lips. Astarion dipped the finger into his own mouth and Gale could hear the light pop come from his lips and the sound of his tongue move around inside his mouth. Gale was about to say something in exasperation but the vampire just smiled and pulled out his finger. “Maybe I was wrong about their being tastier companions.” He said in a thoughtful tone. Gale looked dismayed as the vampire spawn stood and walked away as if nothing ever happened.

[holylustration]

Aurelia x Marazhai #24

Skipping the queue a bit to answer a more recent kiss prompt for my OG Pair! List of prompts is here, list of completed prompts is in my Index of Works.

#24: ...in danger.

Every time she stumbled with the spinning of the world, Marazhai cursed at her. He dragged her by her wrist, then the ruined collar of her dress, and then finally by the dirty rope that was her braid as they darted through the underbelly of that foul and sunless place.

Her feet slipped along the streets; she was still slick with gore from the arena and light headed from stim withdrawal, for she'd been too careless in sharing it. Jae needed it and Abelard needed it, too, but if they were to get out of this place, Aurelia needed it more, and the cold truth of it was starting to worm its way into the place the mind maggot had left behind.

"Why are we running?" she asked, her throat sore from screaming.

"We are being hunted," was the clipped reply.

"Everything in this place hunts." Aurelia was on her knee again, but so close to the ground, she could see the approaching shadows. She did not even wince as a tug on her braid brought her to her feet.

"Then stop being such easy prey, my - " Marazhai hissed as the momentum sent her sprawling into him.

Blood flowed on Aurelia's clothing as her skin scraped and was pierced by the spikes on his armor. She was too numb to care.

"Kae morag!"

The sickly green light of the street faded into deep shadows as Marazhai wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her further onto the sharp spikes, and hoisted her in the air.

Aurelia caught glimpses of their surroundings over a shoulder plate: ruined, crumbling buildings. Some figures shambled, collecting garbage from piles. Other figures were propped over barrels or pushed against walls, their bodies obscured by leering, lean forms.

The distant sound of wings, of rushed footsteps, followed, mingling with the drugged moans and cries of the lowest of the low.

Marazhai pushed Aurelia into a corner, blocking her from view. His face was cast in shadow as he loomed above her.

"It is time for another game now, my pet," he whispered. "And if you break the rules, it will not be by my hand that you suffer." He took her face between his fingers, lifting her chin up as he brought his mouth to hers.

His lips were surprisingly soft and tasted of blood. He kissed her hungrily - no, urgently - as though it might be their last time, stealing the very breath from her lungs as he nipped at her mouth and let his tongue glide against hers. There was no way, even in the dark and with her eyes closed, that she could pretend she was anywhere else or with anyone else, not when she had become the center of his entire world.

The commands of the search party drew closer, but Aurelia scarcely heard them. The poisoned chalice of his affections had likely doomed them both.

[writing-prompt-s]

Unaware, you realize the school for super-powered teens is actually a prison.

[writing-for-whoever-listens]

Random Prompts 16:

"I can't do this anymore. I can't be everything to you one minute, then nothing to you the next."

"I know what I said. Can we... Let's pretend I didn't say it." "I thought I was the worst person in your life?" "I didn't say that."

"Why do I care about them? All they do is hurt me." "I really think this is a therapist question."

"I love you." "You'll move on."

"Where are you going?" "Out!" "Be safe!" "Don't be nice to me right now, fuck you!"

"I don't want to like them, but I think about them getting hurt and I can't stand it."

"Is it normal to hate the person you're dating?" "I'm gonna say no." "Well, that's not good."

"Can we not cause a scene in the middle of the street? Please, yell at me inside."

"Is loving me really that fucking hard for you? Am I not good enough?" "You're more than enough." "But is that enough for you?"

"This was never going to work, was it?" "No."

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

literally me every single night

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Asking for permission

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Is it okay to kiss you?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Can I call you later?"

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"

"Can I touch your hair?"

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

"Can I tell people about us?"

"Would you allow me to walk you home?"

"Is it okay to randomly text you?"

"Can I take a picture of you?"

"Can I use a picture of you as my background?"

"Is it okay if we cuddled while watching the movie?"

"Would you let me take care of this for you?"

"Are you okay with me calling you my girl/boyfriend?"