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deadboyween · 1 month

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DEADBOYWEEN PROMPTS!!

Text-version Prompt List and inspiration below the cut!

Oct 21st: Day 1 - Colours

We made sure to include a few vaguer prompts for a wider range of creative ideas!! Colours could really be anything: Niko while she's possessed by the sprites, a different character having a run-in with a similarly colourful creature, or even something that just uses colour connotations or symbolism!! Get creative!

Oct 22nd: Day 2 - Comfort

One of the non-spooky prompts for day 2. It could be the boys comforting each other after a particularly difficult case, or a character study about something they find comfort in, or even just characters having a well-deserved day off from the Horrors

Oct 23rd: Day 3 - Disguise

The obvious one here would be Charles and Edwin's human disguises, but there's so much to play with. Works could perhaps feature the group going undercover on a case, or maybe the Cat King causing mischief again with his shapeshifting

Oct 24th: Day 4 - Orbs

Okay, you just know we had to put this one in there, everyone needs more Orbwin and Chorb content in their life right? What are our favourite glowing balls of light up to now? Why are they orb-ed? Is it a willing transformation or a result of exhaustion?

Oct 25th: Day 5 - Family

Family can mean a lot of things. Blood family? Could be an introspection into Charles's family back when he was alive, or Crystal trying to reconcile with her parents, Niko's grief, Monty's relationship with Esther... Or could be found family: the group choosing one another over everyone else, forming their own bonds more important than blood. Works can encompass many different character dynamics so go crazy!

Oct 26th: Day 6 - Casefic

The group are on a case!! Works could be a retelling of one of the show cases, or maybe one from the comics, or an entirely original one. It could be a simple run-of the-mill haunting or perhaps one that runs deeper, one that affects one or more members of the agency in some way

Oct 27th: Day 7 - The Endless

In the show we meet Death and Despair, but this prompt could feature one of the Dead Boy Detectives characters meeting one or more of the Siblings. Maybe they visit the Dreaming, or have a run in with Desire

Oct 28th: Day 8 - Free Day

No prompt for this day!! Works can be anything you like, unconnected to any of the suggested themes!!

Oct 29th: Day 9 - Myths / Legends

Charles referenced Orpheus and Eurydice in episode 7 but there's so much to work with with mythology from all over the world. These works could be a retelling of a story from an ancient mythology, or imagining the characters meeting a creature from a legend

Oct 30th: Day 10 - Hell

Really getting into the Horrors of the event now. Hell is such an important part of the series, especially for Edwin. These works must simply incorporate Hell in some way. Perhaps it's set during Edwin's 73 years in Hell, or maybe another character has an experience in the place, or with one of its many creatures. Really looking forward to seeing the potential body horror with this one

Oct 31st: Day 11 - Halloween

Day 11 is the main event. For such a spooky show, there's got to be a lot of Halloween inspiration. What do ghosts even do on Halloween? Do they dress up? Party? Haunt the living? It's entirely up to you!

Nov 1st: Day 12 - Psychic

These works must involve something psychic. Whether it be Crystal and her powers, another person with similar abilities, or any other creature that really gets in the head of the characters

Nov 2nd: Day 13 - Pre-Canon

There's so much to work with before the 2023 setting of the show. Over 30 years of the Dead Boy Detective Agency, the ghosts' lives, Edwin's Hell. Even for other characters: what happened during the Cat King's first two lives? What has Esther been up to for the last several hundred years? What's the Night Nurse's job like when she hasn't got two tricky ghost detectives to deal with?

Nov 3rd: Day 14 - AU

The only rule is: put those characters somewhere else. It could be a different time period, or characters could be different in some way. What if the Alive Girls were the Dead Girls? Or Charles and Edwin were Charlie and Edith? So excited to see everyone's ideas for every prompt, but especially this one, this fandom is so creative when it comes to AUs!!

Happy creating!!

#obviously you can completely ignore the suggestions in this post #just wanted to give some of my thoughts when i came up with the prompts :))#deadboyween #dead boy detectives #dbda #dead boy detectives netflix #edwin payne #charles rowland #niko sasaki #crystal palace #the cat king #monty the crow #jenny green #info

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hopeluna · 7 months

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For the Cupid!! 14 with mammon 18+ fem reader please!!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗

Prompt 14: “i think i deserve a kiss.”

CW: mammon x fem!reader, 18+ mdni!!, gonna be honest this is just porn with little plot, jealous mammon, sex (p in v), oral (f receiving), some mild biting cause its hot shush, overstimulation (m receiving), very slight exhibitionism (Lucifer hears ya'll going at it), also some fluff too <3

Wc: 1.3k

⁀➷ cupid: I hope u like your match!

This was definitely going to go on Mammon's list of worst valentine's days.

But let's rewind a little bit.

Mammon had spent the past few weeks trying to come up with the most perfect plan for the entirety of valentine's day for you. He had even worked his ass off tirelessly for the previous months. First, he was going to take you to breakfast at your favourite cafe; then he was going to whip up the tickets to the fair you had always wanted to go to; buy you gifts with his own hard work earned money. Later, he was going to lead you to the fancy restaurant that just opened a month before, and show you his handmade gifts.

Mammon had every little detail planned out to make this day memorable for you.

The day was going as planned at first. You seemed like you had a good time getting breakfast in the cafe, and the content smile on your face made way for a beaming grin on his. A grin that only stretched more at your excited face when he showed you the fair tickets. Mammon was sure his heart was melting at the way you hugged him, ecstatic.

It was at the fair that things started to go downhill. As much as he loved his brothers, he wished that they would disappear from Devildom for this one day.

You bumped into Beel at the fair, his arms carrying a mountain of food items. He looked so excited to see you and practically dragged you both off with him to try out all the food stalls. Mammon had to pinch himself to keep from whining out in frustration.

Beel was not going to leave the fair anytime soon, that much was clear. So when Mammon made a stuttering excuse and lead you out of there, he thought that would be the end of it. No two minutes later, you ran into Asmo.

He managed to keep you busy for about half an hour with declarations of love until Mammon and you made a run for it as soon as Asmo had his back turned to both of you.

Then it was Satan, trying to pursue you to go to a cat cafe with him; when you finally got home, there was Levi with a gleam in his eyes asking you to play a valentine's day themed game he had just gotten.

You could tell Mammon was worked up when he ignored his brother and swiftly dragged you by the hand to your room, shutting the door with a thud, his back to you.

"Mamm-", you're startled at first, soon melting into the fierce kiss Mammon pulls you in. Its not the usual loving, almost shy kiss Mammon gives you; this one is all tongue and teeth, a gasp escaping you when he bites down hard on your lower lip before swiping his tongue over it. It's a harsh kiss, laced with envy and is possessive. You can't help the moan that escapes you, already feeling heat spread in your body.

"Everybody- ", he backs you towards the bed, "- fucking thinks- ", Mammon nips at your jaw, laying you spread on the bed "- that they can have you." you whimper at the harsh way he trails bites and kisses down your neck. "They can't- you're mine."

You grasp at his arms, one knee hooked around his hip. You flip him, switching positions before straddling his lap. "I'm yours." you smirk at the moan he lets out when you grind on the bulge straining through his pants.

Mammon's hands fall on your hips, ceasing their movements. You're confusion melts away when he gently motions your hips up his body, past his stomach, his chest- settling you hovering right above his mouth.

"Want you- want you soak my face", you feel a hot flush creep up the back of your neck, hips moving on their own in search of friction. You both let out a moan in unison when Mammon pulls aside your underwear, swiping his tongue over the length of your cunt.

His moans soon become muffled as he grasps your hips, eating you out like his very life depended on it.

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut in pleasure when you look down at Mammon. You can see the slick drenching his cheek and chin. His tongue alternating between sucking on your little bundle of nerves and dipping into your clenching wet hole. The sight has your mind reeling, hips grinding harder against his tongue chasing release.

Mammon's muffled moans only spur you on. He seems like he's enjoying this more than you are.

You reach your breaking point when he gives you a particular harsh, lewd suck- eyes flitting down only to see him already staring up at you with lust gleaming in his eyes.

Mammon keeps licking at your cunt even after, only relenting with a whine when you move away to straddle his lap once again. Mammon sits up, back resting on the headboard. Your head swims in desire watching him lick away at your slick on his chin, letting out a breathy moan as if it's the most delectable dessert.

The lust in his eyes gets replaced by something playful for a second. He sends a pout your way, lips jutting out, shining with saliva.

"I think I deserve a kiss, with the day that i've had!"

You laugh at the dramatic way his head rolls back to rest on the headboard, face stricken with fake grief. You decide to indulge him for once without any teasing.

"You know what? I think you do." Mammon's head snaps up, face lit. He pulls you into a kiss, a sweet one this time, laced with adoration, some lewdness seeping in at the way you can taste yourself a little bit on his tongue.

Mammon swallows your moan greedily when he moves his hips beneath you, your head falls limply at the crook of his neck, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You huff in amusement when Mammon hastily pulls away his and your clothes, melting into him with a content sigh at the skin to skin contact.

"Lift your hips up for me, baby"

You moan lightly, the head of his hard cock catching at your entrance, making the wettest squelch sound when you move your hips down and down and down, till you're fully seated, hips flush.

You take a moment before moving, savouring the delicious burn of his cock stretching you out. Desperate moans and curses spill from Mammon's kiss-swollen lips when you start to move your hips, grinding and bouncing erratically. The pleasure too much for you to bear.

Mammon leans in, burying his face in your neck. You think its innocent until you feel a sharp sting that only seems to spur you on even more, bouncing up and down harshly on his cock.

The sound of skin slapping and wet squelches seemed to echo in the room and your mind. What tips Mammon over the edge is when he looks down at where your cunt is swallowing him greedily, a ring of white coating the base of his cock.

You follow right behind him, relishing in the feel of his cum spurting in you-

The sound of knocking on wood intertwines with the quiet laboured breaths in the room.

Lucifer's voice rings out, calling your name. Mammon's lips pull down into a frown at the thought of getting interrupted again. Your own lips pull up into a smirk as a idea crosses your mind.

Mammon lets out a choked noise when you grind your hips against his, a noise loud enough to fill the silence of the room. Loud enough to go through the door. And if that wasn't enough, more moans spill out from Mammon when you begin to bounce on his lap, the noise echoing.

Mammon calls out your name laced in a whimper, "shit- i can't- "

You huff a chuckle when you hear the retreating footsteps outside the door a moment later.

You hear Mammon mumble under his breath, almost not catching what he says-

"Happy fucking valentine's day to me-" you cut him off with another roll of your hips.

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spacebarbarianweird · 9 months

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For the angsty romance prompts, #6?

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"I am sor-" "don't you dare apologize" from Angsty Romance Prompt List

Probably not that angsty, I just can't hurt this character

(no beta)

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Reverie

"Astarion?"

He sits motionless with an empty stare into the darkness. His eyes are open wide and his lips moving as if he is whispering. The vampire is completely naked.

How long has he been like that?

He doesn't notice you. His whole world is probably shrunk to the dark chamber of his mind. Elven trance. Or more like its twisted version when Astarion just has to relive the same horrid events over and over again?

Reverie - the Elven trance - is the way for Tel'Quessira to remember their long lives. But what if your long life was just a parade of horrors until recently?

"Astarion, can you hear me?"

Nothing. He isn't here.

You aren't sure what to do. Wake him up? Put the blanket over his naked body? Just sit there till he returns to reality?

What?

You sit beside him and gently touch his hand. It's cold like marble. You study his veins visible through the pale skin.

"Astarion, wake up."

And again, nothing. You put your hand on his back, touching the edges of the scars.

The thought of how painful it was for him makes you sick.

Vampires are stuck in time. Their regeneration is nothing but reclaiming the state of the body at the moment of death. That's why Astarion's hair doesn't grow. And when Cazador would flay his skin, it healed within the moments - and then, the vampire lord flayed it again. And again. And again.

The only thing that can leave permanent marks is silver.

The silver dagger cut those awful symbols onAstarion's back. And it will always remind him of the past. Nothing will ever make up for this.

You try to be as gentle as possible, caressing his skin as if it were the cat's fur. Careful, thoughtful.

Then, you wrap your hands around his waist and place the cheek on his back as if trying to hear the heartbeat.

Suddenly, his body tenses. Astarion jumps on his feet, making you fall on the wooden floor. His face is distorted with anger.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

You stand up and reach out for him but he bares the fangs. He looks like a wounded predator, dangerous and desperate.

"I am not touching you. What was it?"

"Nothing," he mutters. "Fuck! Why?!"

"Why what?"

He steps back as if you've hit him.

"How can I be with you if I can't trust you?!"

Oh no.

His back.

It's not like he forbade you from touching it. But he said to you at least a few times not to touch it without consent.

You violated his boundaries. This innocent touch was like torture to Astarion. What is worse, caused by you.

"I am sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize! You knew what you were doing!"

Whatever you say now, it will make it worse. Much worse.

"What next, Tav? What else will you want to do to me when I am in reverie? When I am unconscious?"

Suddenly Astarion gets silent as if finally noticing he is naked.

You leave the room, carefully closing the door, the feeling of guilt and self-blame scorching your brain.

… A few hours later, you sit on the roof of the inn, watching the town. It's dark and quiet at night, as if abandoned.

You hear the soft steps behind you. Astarion, fully clothed, looks at you with his crimson eyes that glow a bit.

"Listen… Tav... I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Never mind. Should have chosen a different way to wake you up."

He sits beside you. "I was re-living the moments when those scars were engraved on my skin. Over and over again. I knew it wasn't real, I knew it was just a memory, but the the pain was so real, I couldn't do anything."

"Astarion, I promise I won't touch the scars ever again!"

He chuckles and then puts off his shirt as if feeling hot.

"I need you to touch them. Please. I want to forget. I need to forget!"

He sits on the edge of the roof, and you crawl away a bit, so his back is right in front of your chest. Astarion does look like a marble statue. Cold white skin and no breathing.

You carefully touch the upper scars, caressing them with your fingers. Astarion doesn't move.

You intensify your touches, stroking his back and drawing invisible figures on his skin.

"You know… Silver feels like melted steel. I thought I would die of pain and shock the moment he touched me. But it was only the beginning. It took him a few days to finish the poem. Well, we both didn't need to sleep, after all."

You plant a kiss in the center of the scars, and Astarion shivers.

"I couldn't die. Because I was already dead."

You put your hands on his shoulders. No one will ever hurt him. He won't allow it. You won't allow it. You are his, and he is yours.

"Tav..."

"Hm?"

"You see the scars every day. How repulsive do they look?"

"They don't."

"Tav, for fuck's sake..."

You touch his curls and make Astarion look at you. "They don't. I feel sick when I think about how you got them. I tremble every time I realize that when I was happy, when I had fun, when I cheered - you were tortured at that dungeon with no hope to escape. But the scars themselves don't look that awful. I thought so the moment I saw them for the first time. I still think so."

He smiles and kisses your forehead. Your heart melts.

"So, I can touch your back now, or I still should ask first?"

"Don't ask. Let's… limit consent to strictly sexual things, if I can word it this way."

"Deal."

"And about what happened earlier. I am sorry-"

You smile and put your thumb against his lower lip.

"Don't you dare apologize."

Tel'Quessira - Elves ("the people")

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amazingferret · 5 months

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A prompt for SVSSSAction, requested by naixaie!

Thank you for your donation!

Binghe got ANOTHER cat? That's a lot of responsibility...

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On another note, for those not following on Twitter, the donation drive ended on the 21st and we managed to raise $18k!!!

A few fundraisers on our donations list got really close to their goal, so corrin (twitter) is organizing a small fundraiser for those cases. If you missed the first event or just want to keep going, check it out!

#svsss #scum villian self saving system #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #liu qingge #frozen hamster

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skyloftian-nutcase · 12 days

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After a month of Whump, it’s gonna be Fluff Time!!

Hello! This is Fluffvember, a month long event of pure fluff and comfort! This was originally an idea made by @/kjpurplepineapple, to follow a month of whump (whumptober) with a month of fluff, and I loved it so much I’ve just carried it on for the last two years. :) Figured I’d make some prompts so we could all have fun together.

RULES:

The prompts are listed in a numerical order, but they are not tied to any given day. Do whatever prompt on whatever day you like! If prompt #1 appeals to you but you don’t have time to get it done by November 1, do it any day of the month. :) You are also more than welcome to just stick to the order listed.

Writing/art can be pure unadulterated fluff, calm slice of life moments, easygoing reading… it can even be hurt/comfort! As long as the comfort heavily outweighs the hurt, all warm, fuzzy vibes are welcome. ❤️ The point of this event is to share nice vibes, both to our characters and each other. :)

You don’t have to tag me if you don’t want to, but it would be fun if you tag your writing/art with #fluffvember so I and others who want to indulge in comfort/fuzzy vibes can find it!

Without further ado, here are the prompts! Pick a theme/word prompts or a quote, or both!

Snow // “I’m stealing your blanket”

Blanket fort // “Come back to bed”

Nature walk // “I’m sorry, when did we step in paradise??”

Hot spring // “This hits the spot”

Apple picking // “Oh my gosh, you do not know how to cook”

Windy day // “Come closer, I can’t hear—ahhh too close, too close!”

Massage // “I didn’t know you could sing”

Bird watching // “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Homecoming // “I missed you”

Accommodating // “I’ve got you”

Teaching/learning // “It’s tradition”

Dog/cat/pet // “I can die happy now”

Friendly competition // “You’re going to love this”

In the rain // “Let me help you”

In the firelight/candlelight // “I love you”

Hug // “This isn’t a negotiation, friend”

Favorite book/story // “I wanted to share this with you”

Music // “I learned this from my parents”

Family time // “We’re very blessed”

Coming of age // “I’m so proud of you”

The Reluctant Softie // “UGH FINE I’LL DO IT”

Teddy bear/animal plushie // “Give [insert] a kiss for me”

Self care // “Thank you for believing in me”

Cuddle pile // “You’re not gonna let go, are you?”

Washing someone’s hair // “I can stay with you”

Infodumping // “I love hearing you talk about this”

Gift giving // “This made me think of you”

Inside joke // “I definitely missed something, didn’t I?”

Accidental acquisition // “Uh… whose kid is this?”

Cooking as a love language // “Do you like it?”

#Fluffvember #Fluffvember 2024 #writing #I hope y’all have fun with me :)#Even I probably won’t do all of them LOL let’s be real #BUT it’ll be fun! :D #Please reblog so those who are interested can see it :)

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fright-night-city · 2 months

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Fright Night City 2024 Prompt List - Sweet or Scary

Day 1 - Oct 25 - “We have cookies” // Malfunction

Day 2 - Oct 26 - Pumpkin Spice // Something in the Water

Day 3 - Oct 27 - Black Cat // Oni

Day 4 - Oct 28 - Under the Moonlight // Possession

Day 5 - Oct 29 - Fortune Teller // Beware of Flashing Lights

Day 6 - Oct 30 - Carnival // “You look lost”

Day 7 - Oct 31 - Free Space

Seasons greetings and welcome to the first annual Fright Night City!

This is a Cyberpunk 2077 Halloween themed community event which is open to all mediums and all genres. As long as your art is CP2077 (Cyberpunk/Cyberpunk Red ttrpg is okay too) related and in the spirit of Halloween, you’re welcome here and welcome to make whatever you like! I put a trick-or-treat style prompt list together to help feed the inspiration but there’s also a free space if none of them speak to you. Feel free to pick one prompt, combine them, and/or do multiple entries for the week.

I do ask that you please try and post on the day your prompt is assigned to (if you’re doing a combination plate, just pick one of the days, please do not ping me multiple days with the same entry), although nothing bad will happen if you don’t. There are no prizes or judges for this event. We’re all just here to have some good ol’ fashioned Halloween fun. Think of this like hanging out at a giant haunted corn maze with all your fandom friends.

You do not need to be following me or this sideblog to participate. If you’d like your work to be featured on this Tumblr blog though you do need to tag me (@fright-night-city) and use the following hashtags when you post (#fright night city and/or #fright night city 2024). You're welcome to post and host your art in other places and link it here, but Tumblr's where I'm hosting this event and the only channel I will be searching for entries.

Due to the adult content and themes in Cyberpunk 2077, please be advised that some of the art featured in this event may be explicit in nature. Be respectful of each other, tag things appropriately as needed, and be aware of Tumblr’s community guidelines and terms of service. I’m not going to be policing any of this but if I catch anyone being intentionally disrespectful in general or to other participants, I will curse you and then banish you for all eternity.

If you miss posting on the scheduled prompt date or end up posting after the event is over, no worries. You’ve got until November 30, 2024. (I'm cutting it off after that dudes because it's winter holiday season.)

If you have any questions feel free to send me an ask or a DM! But otherwise have fun, happy hauntings, and I look forward to seeing everyone’s spooky creations!

🧡👻

#fright night city #fright night city 2024 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk red #cyberpunk #halloween #halloween prompts #art #writing #virtual photography #fan fiction #halloween prompt event

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sonadowtober · 22 days

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Sonadowtober 2024’s official prompt list!!

RULES:

Any medium allowed, but NO AI. This event celebrates human art, not machines!

No NSFW

Tag your posts with #sonadowtober!

Follow the event here and on Twitter @sonadowtober to see other people’s work!

Event starts on October 1st and runs until the 31st!

Text version:

1) “I found you, faker!”, 2) Travel the world, 3) Accident, 4) Red and Blue, 5) Carnival, 6) Autumn Leaves, 7) Paranormal, 8) Surprise!, 9) Long Distance, 10) On a Date, 11) Caught in the Rain, 12) Role Swap, 13) Alternate Era, 14) Prank, 15) Sword, 16) Treasure Hunting, 17) Alter Ego, 18) Claws/Fangs, 19) Cat Cafe, 20) Adrenaline, 21) Reincarnation, 22) Fearless, 23) Bickering, 24) Photo Booth, 25) Phobia, 26) Blindfold, 27) Costume, 28) Enemies, 29) False Alarm, 30) Heist, 31) All-Nighter

#sonadowtober #sonadow #sonic the hedgehog #sth #shadow the hedgehog #shadow x sonic #shadonic #sonic x shadow

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ectoberhaunt · 1 year

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Ectoberhaunt 2023: Science VS Magic

Dear Phandom new and old, sorry for the delay but this here is our 2023 theme and prompt list! Once again we've changed it up a little to make it a little easier on all of us, and to invite fun and mayhem Phandom wide! Prompts are once again Monday-Friday, with Friday being singular prompts, and weekends being (mostly) free as catch up days. The only real change is our new 'isekai weekend' on the 21st and 22nd, with two different sub prompts for the days. Isekai is a subgenre of anime in which a character ends up in a different place or world all together. It literally translates to 'otherworld'! The two prompts for this weekend are 'past prompt', where we want to see the Phandom use a prompt from either of our previous calendars. The other is 'portal shenanigans'. We highly encourage you to create crossover content and AUs you've wanted to play with. As always, our last prompt day is October 24th to make way for the Ectober Week event. This means our free days are the 1st, 7th, 8th, 14th, 15th, with the 25th-31st being @ectoberweekofficial's time to shine. Please tag all prompt fills as "Ectoberhaunt23", and follow the additional posting guidelines below!

Posting for this event begins October 2nd!

Down below are our written out calendar prompts (for accessibility) AND our posting guidelines. Check 'em out!

The Prompts

Below are the listed prompts in date order, if it's blank it's a catch up day. First prompt is Science, second is Magic!

Tecnomancy vs Botonamancy

Black Cat vs White Crow

Aliens vs Zombies

Hunt vs Haunt

Tabletop

Robots vs Dragons

Pseudoscience vs Occultism

Dread vs Calm

Obsession vs Repression

Horror Flick

Revenant vs Death Echo

Blood vs Flesh

Unravel vs Intertwine

Claws vs Horns

Danse Macabre

Isekai: Past Prompts (2021 | 2022)

Isekai: Portal Shenanigans

Technus vs Magic

Science vs Dora Ectober Week!

coming soon

Post Guidelines

The following are the posting guidelines. Please follow them so we can reblog and share your posts without issue. We will also have this as a post available on our blog separately.

Tag all posts with “Ectoberhaunt23” so we can find it. If you do not use this tag, we may not find you.

Tag which calendar you're pulling from (“EH Science” or “EH Magic”), which day the prompt is for ("Day X"), and which prompt(s) you completed ("Eyes" "Teeth"). Example: #ectoberhaunt23 #EH science #day 5 #hunt Single day prompts, such as the ones on Friday, do not need a tag for which calendar it's for.

Put your fics under a readmore. Add a summary before the cut with a short preview, content warnings, and which prompts were used. Then, add a readmore no more than 150 words or 10 lines/groups of text under your summary. If you're using mobile, type :readmore: and hit enter to make a readmore. If you do not do this, we will NOT reblog your post.

Make sure to tag all common content warnings (blood, gore, death, drugs, body horror, existentialism, & vermin)

We will try to reblog every prompt we can. Feel free to @ us in the post too or send us a DM with the post!!

Feel free to shoot us an ask about rules/clarifications and any queries on prompts. Our discord is open as are our messages.

Here is a spreadsheet you can use to track your progress made by the talented @ajitated

Title graphic by @kawaiijohn | Calendar graphics by @ajitated

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt #ectober month #ectoberhaunt 2023 #ectoberhaunt23 #eh originals #eh calendar #23 #mod technus

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mamawasatesttube · 4 months

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from the gentle prompts list, "Can I do your hair?" :)

Tim stands in the doorway for several seconds, watching.

Kon looks... Kon looks amazing. They don't go to fancy events like this awards banquet thing too often, so getting to see Kon all dolled up to the nines is a treat. He's already dressed (a smart pair of dress pants and a startlingly delicate blouse that hugs his figure just so, paired with both a choker and a dangly pendant that keeps drawing Tim's eye lower), and he's perched on an invisible stool in front of the mirror as he does his makeup.

He knows Tim's there, of course, but for a few heartbeats, he doesn't say anything. Just keeps humming to himself as he carefully draws on some bold, winged eyeliner, then adds a bit of glitter on top.

Fondness curls into Tim's chest like a cat in front of a fireplace, warm and cozy. He drifts forward, drawn in helplessly by Kon's gravity, and brushes his fingers against the warm skin of the nape of Kon's neck.

Kon shivers. Tim smiles.

"Hi." Kon glances over his shoulder with a smile. His lips are an enchanting, enticing shade of burgundy. "I'm almost ready, I swear." He pauses, gives Tim a none-too-subtle once-over; his smile grows. "You sure clean up nice, gearhead."

Tim laughs. "So do you, farm boy." He rubs his thumb over the base of Kon's neck, smooths over the ridges in his spine. "Just about done?"

"Yeah, almost." Kon's makeup straightens up on the vanity, then slides back into place in the top drawer. "We're not late yet, are we? Lois'll never let me hear the end of it if we are."

"Nah, we have a little bit before we need to head out." A wry smile curls at Tim's lips. "And she's right. You guys all have superspeed. You really have no excuses for being late, ever." He pauses, glances at Kon. "What else do you need to do...?"

Kon catches his eye in the mirror and looks at him like he's grown a second head. "Uh, my hair? Obviously?"

Kon's been growing his hair out lately, like he did when he was seventeen. It's even longer than it ever got back then, now, reaching a little past his chin. It's soft and curly and shiny, and every time Tim buries his face in it, it smells like coconuts and sunshine.

Tim tilts his head. Kon's hair, like the rest of him, looks perfect. "Uh..."

And then it hits him. Kon's nervous. He'd deny it til he's blue in the face, if Tim asked out loud, but he hasn't been to a fancy-schmany kind of thing where people might judge appearances in a while, and even if he claims he's always been used to cameras in his face, even if he's a juggernaut with terrifying amounts of power in his hands, even if he can always pull on a smile at the worst of times... he's delicate. His heart. It's delicate.

He hasn't been to a big, public event like this awards banquet for Lois in a while. This is the first time he's going to one in a kinda femme outfit, with longer hair than he's ever had, with painted nails and glitter on his face. No wonder he's nervous. He's always been anxious about how others see him, whether he admits it or not.

That delicate heart, though? It's in Tim's hands, and he knows precisely how to keep it safe.

"Oh, right." Tim hums, trailing his hand up Kon's neck to toy with one of his springy curls. "Hey. Can I do your hair?"

Kon's eyes widen in the mirror. They narrow almost instantly, but Tim saw that look. Kon's always startled when Tim can see right through him.

"You better not ruin my curls," Kon threatens, but he lowers his hands to his lap anyway. "But fine. If I look stupid, it'll be your fault."

There, Tim thinks. Tim having a hand in his look tonight will make him feel a little more confident. If he let it, the amount of trust Kon places in him would take Tim's breath away.

As it is, Tim just hides a grin as he drops a quick kiss to the top of Kon's head, then starts to carefully comb his fingers through, to neaten up his natural part. "Yeah, yeah. Have some faith in me."

Kon sucks in a tiny breath, almost imperceptible. "I do," he says, his voice softer, gentler. He catches Tim's eye in the mirror, and though he doesn't seem like he can find any other words, Tim hears them all anyway.

"Yeah," he says, and reaches for the barette Kon left on the vanity. "I know."

#rimi writes #dio-icarticaae #man its been a hot second since i did a lil ficlet hasnt it???#timkon #tim #kon #ft. kons genderisms :)

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haruhar-u · 10 months

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Haru’s winter 2023 event (open)

Fandoms I will write for: Twst and The Arcana (minus Lucio for personal reasons)

Once a prompt has been requested I will cross it out

please specify romantic or platonic and wether reader is saying the prompt or character (or if you want me to choose)

It's cold in here! Can you warm me up please?"

"Let’s just stay in here, where it’s warm."

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.”

“You started this snowball fight, and now I have to finish it.”

“Is that my scarf?"

“Come sit by the fireplace with me.”

"If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you.”

“I guess we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.”

“I can’t believe I got sick.”

“I hate the cold so much.”

“You look so beautiful in the snow.”

"How are you not cold?!”

"Don’t you dare throw that snowball.”

"Oh, you’re so warm, don’t ever let go of me.”

"You can’t go outside in this weather.”

“I’m freezing my ass off.”

"Your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?"

"You have snowflakes in your hair."

"I know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold!"

"It’s so cold, but you’re so warm."

"You know, I’ve never seen snow before."

"But seriously, do you want to build a snowman?"

"There’s space for you by the fire, come sit."

"Winter is coming / winter is here."

"Are you warm enough?"

"Did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon?"

"I’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like I’m doing?"

"I like it out here. It’s peaceful."

"You’re like my own personal space heater."

"If you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand."

"If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault."

"Behold! The perfect snowball."

"Let’s just stay in and watch the snow."

"I’m cold, can we cuddle?"

"Holy shit, your hands are freezing!"

"There. Now your snow angel has a friend."

"What should we name our snowman?"

"Being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare."

"Sorry! I didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard."

"Come here, let me warm you up."

"Either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets."

"Winter is for hibernating. I’m going back to sleep."

prompts from

Tagging people on all tag lists: @xen-blank @rosehxnt @edith-is-apparently-a-cat @the-banana-0verlord @krenenbaker @whspermy-name @cheezy-moon

#Haru’s winter event #How do I tag these things #Tried to choose one that’s not Christmassy so it’s open to everyone

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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B + Touch + Pierre Gasly

On Deck

Summary : When your boyfriend Pierre has a little time off he whisks you away to a gorgeous hotel…then surprises you further by helping you fulfil one of your dreams. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader Word Count : 2,800 ONE SHOT Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult language, discussion of sex, intimate touching female, public sex Images : curated from Pintrest

List : List B. Prompt : Touch - our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

Dating Pierre had many perks. From brands sending you free clothes to being invited to events like fashion shows and tennis matches. But your favourite perk of all was the complimentary holidays and hotel stays he was consistently offered. And while he had to turn many of them down because he was working, on the odd occasions he did accept, you were always his favourite room mate. So this unexpected trip to Sardinia in between races could most definitely be classed as a perk.

The pair of you arrived on the Tuesday to beautiful warm sunshine and every single last drop of tension melted away in both of your bodies. The oranges that lined the driveway to the stunning five star resort filled the air with a beautiful citrus aroma that you could get drunk off and you grasped your boyfriend’s hand tighter when you saw the welcome glasses of champagne awaiting you at the hotel entrance. Pierre loved watching you reactions to experiences only he had been able to give you. He got off somewhat knowing he could impress and dazzle you more than any man that had come before him. It thrilled him to see your eyes widen in awe or excitement rushing around your body at these new adventures he could provide you with. He was glad it was him making these memories with you. And you in turn always made sure to thank him, diligently, thoroughly and exactly how he liked.

For three days the pair of you spent your time rotating between sunbathing, eating and fucking. Pierre was in his element in all three and you were more than happy to do whatever it was he felt like doing just because you were happy to be with him.

On Friday, you awoke to an empty bed. Pierre’s voice was muffled outside on the balcony. You took the opportunity of being alone in the huge, comfortable hotel bed to stretch out like a cat. As your muscles pulled and twisted you felt the burn from your inner thighs. Last night’s energetic sex clearly still reverberating through your body. The smirk crept upon your lips without realising it the memory of your legs up around Pierre’s shoulders as he fucked you hard and deep. You were in your own little world when he re-entered the room and you heard his low rumbling laughter.

“What are you thinking about?” “You.” Your response was quick and his cocky eyebrow raise was met with an equally as confident smirk as your eyes travelled down his body. He was stood next to the bed clad only in his black tight boxers that left little to the imagination and your mouth practically watered thinking about him being in your mouth. You rolled on to your stomach and pulled yourself up on to your knees before crawling to close the space between you. You were still completely naked, the hotel sheets disregarded behind you, and Pierre took full advantage of his view. He didn’t hide the fact his eyes were roaming all over your body. He knew that you knew he enjoyed when you were so completely exposed to him. You watched him checking out your boobs first before those azure blue orbs fell lower and settled to his favourite place, between your legs. Your hands slowly caressing up his chest and around his neck was what brought him out of being transfixed. But what snapped him back into reality was you guiding his hand to where his eyes had just been. Your insinuation of morning sex couldn’t be any more obvious.

What you thought would be met with eager willingness was instead met with a frustrated sounding growl from your boyfriend. “Fuck. I want too, I really, really want too but I’ve just organised a surprise, baby.” He sighed. So that was what he was doing out on the balcony. “A surprise?” Your eyebrows met in the middle quizzically. “What kind of surprise?” He knew you weren’t a huge fan of surprises and were more of a preparer type person. You liked knowing what you were going to do, where you were going, what you were going to wear. Pierre smiled. His fingers ghosted over your delicate folds - a reminder his hand was intact exactly where you had let it too only moments before - as he slowly nodded.

“I’m not going to tell you what we’re doing. You just need a bikini.” You almost didn’t hear his words because your brain was completely distracted by the shudder that passed through you from the action of his fingers. And just because he liked to play with you, he raised his fingers to his mouth. He enclosed his mouth around them, no doubt tasting your wet slick excitement on them, and moaned deeply because he knew exactly how pent up it got you when he teased you.

“Where are we going?” You asked Pierre (threatening to go in a huff) for the fourth and final time as you got into the chauffeur driven Mercedes parked right in front of the hotel lobby. He had been tight lipped when you tried to coax his plans out of him right after he told you you needed a bikini. You tried hard to get the answer from him and even used dirty tactics by holding up two different styles in front of him - the first option was an impossibly tiny thong that l barely covered anything at all; while the second was an extreme high cut that left little to the imagination, it didn’t surprise you when he went for the first option - and when that didn’t work you pouted, lowered your chin so your eyes were as big as they got when you were about to blow him, and asked again. Nothing. The last attempt was when you got in the elevator and tried to trick him into admitting his plans but he wiggled his finger back and forth and told you; “Patience is a virtue, doll”

So there you sat in the back of the car, pretending you were cool with not knowing the plans while Pierre’s hand ran up and down your bare thigh. He pretended like he wasn’t deliberately trying to torture you by pushing the white cotton hem of your dress further up your thigh with each stroke, but you had his number. You deliberately ignored him and gazed out of the window. His grip got harder to make you look at him but you continued freezing him out.

“If you don’t look at me I’ll make the rest of this journey very uncomfortable for you.” He had leaned across the car and purred the line straight into your ear. His body press harshly against your side but you couldn’t ignore the fact his hand had slid up to cup your clothed core. Your mouth dropped open but your head rolled back and your eyes went straight to his. “Good girl.” Was amused that he got what he wanted. Proud of himself even. He sat back - his hand retreating - and playfully shook his head. He knew you were being bratty because he hadn’t told you what was going on and was smug that he still held onto his secret.

The car ride lasted only a short while. Fifteen or so minutes and you had began to twig around 20 seconds ago when the car pulled into the marina. “Did you?” It had been a bit of a dream of yours to go on a yacht one day. A proper yacht, a big one. You had been on small sail boats, catamarans, gondola’s and the motorboats they have in Lake Como but never an actual yacht. “Is this a good surprise?” He bit his bottom lip awaiting your response. It was the best surprise. You couldn’t believe he remembered you talking about going on the types of vessels you were passing by. You didn’t think he paid attention to thought all the Below Deck references you dropped whenever you were near the sea. “The best!” You exclaimed while practically leaping across the car and squishing your lips on to his. Pierre was a romantic at heart. He had an animalistic raw sexual energy sure but deep down, he was the biggest, sweetest sentimental teddy bear.

You finally pulled off your little white dress when Cassandra (your chief stew) disappeared to make the pair of you some cocktails to enjoy on the main deck aft while you sunbathed. Pierre, clad in his now signature orange swim trunks, was already laying out on the sun deck. Every toned muscle on full display. He had been watching you as you removed the practically see through white dress and toss it aside. You watched him swallow and rolled his eyes at your teeny tiny bikini - the one he himself had chosen for you to wear. “I’m going to have a semi all day now I’ve seen you in that.” He groaned into your ear when he pulled you down to join him once you took his outstretched hand. “I know you will.” You winked and playfully but your lip “Don’t pretend you didn’t know that when you chose this one. I did give you a choice.” He laughed because he knew he had stitched himself up. “At least give me something to day dream about while I sunbathe, babe.” His eyes lowered to your equally as small bikini top. He was a butt guy through and through but Pierre couldn’t resist your perfectly proportioned boobs either. You glanced quickly around making sure none of the crew would catch you (or prying eyes from another boat) and pulled down the cups of the black bikini quickly. You counted to five before covering yourself back up again and Pierre burst out laughing out of his enjoyment at your little flash.

You felt little beads of sweat form on your chest as you baked in the hot Italian sun. The salty sea air served as a delicious fan to cool your scorching skin. Your head fell to the side and you took in the visage of your unbelievable boyfriend. His skin was glistening with sweat. The scattering of hair on his chest gleamed with it like they were minuscule little crystals. His cut abs were mere fodder for the v shaped guidelines that disappeared below the stretchy band of his swim shorts. Your mouth watered. How could it not? You had been hot for him all day. From the moment you woke up with the dull ache between your thighs - and sore adductors being a reminder of how good the sex really was. You let an unsteady breath escape your throat as you continued down and drunk in the rest of him. He had one leg propped up, his muscly tanned thighs on full display, and you felt the desperation for him kick in. Swiftly you glanced around again and checked the pair of you were alone. Naughtiness consumed you. You felt possessed by your urges.

Leaning over him you kissed his lips gently. He wasn’t sleeping but hadn’t been expecting your action. Even if it was a welcome one all the same. Your body stayed where it was as your finger danced along the waistband containing what you craved. “Baby….” You purred as you kissed the spot under his ear you knew he liked “there’s no one here, they’re all below deck.” You weren’t sure if that was entirely true but you had seen enough reality tv to know they would disappear pretty quickly if they happened to stumble upon anything. Pierre lowered his sunglasses before asking; “Is my good girl feeling a little risqué?” His mother tongue delighting in the pronunciation of the last word. You nodded and you saw all of the dirty thoughts rushing around Pierre’s brain all at once. “Do you think you can stay quiet?” His hand wrapped itself around your wrist - the one resting on his lower tummy while your fingers played with his happy trail - and guided it away. It collided with the mattress of the sun deck behind you and the pressure Pierre applied made it hard for you to move. His body rolled half way on top of yours. “Well?” He asked wanting a vocal confirmation “do you think you can stay quiet?” Normally Pierre wanted to pull every single loud pant, moan, gasp and sigh from you before he made you scream so now he wanted the opposite it was overwhelmingly thrilling. “I can try.” His eyes narrowed “I promise.”

Your word was enough for him. His hand left your wrist and instead came to the valley between your boobs. His fingers trailed down with delicate lightness. You knew better than to let your eyes follow the direction of his hand. He liked eye contact above all else so you kept staring straight back at him. Your mouth opened and you fought back the sigh that was about to leave it when his fingers dipped past the black neoprene fabric that clothed you. “How long have you been this wet?” He as good as hissed at you. “Since I woke up thinking about the way you fucked me last night.” A shaky yet pleased laugh left your boyfriends own parted lips. His forefinger slipped up and down your throbbing folds and you instinctively opened your legs wider for him. He spread the product of your excitement over sensitive creases before he settled on the bundle of nerves that he was by now, best friends with. You couldn’t help but inhale deeply as he made quick work of circling your responsive bud and drawing more and more quick breaths from you. In a normal, less public, setting you would by now be heavy breathing, moaning his name and gripping hold of whatever your hand could find.

“Pierre….” You whimpered quietly, in a broken, breathy tone that was completely carnal. He stepped up the pace and your hands went to his neck, needing to hold on to something as he worked you closer and closer to your high. “You’re so beautiful when you’re this close.” His words caressed your lips before his tongue delved in. He knew you were close (he always knew) when your hips raised up off the daybed underneath you. Desperately seeking more friction, more pressure from his fingers - which of course he gave you without hesitation. “Fuck, Pierre…” the smallest of pleas left you as his mouth swallowed your words.

And then you had to remind yourself to open your eyes for him as he made you climax, hard and sudden. Your body tensed as the high aroused your soul. Shockwave after shockwave came in unrelenting waves like the ocean below the yacht. Pierre kept going, his pace only slightly slowing, to make sure you rode every last inch of the orgasm he graced you with and only when your thighs stopped shaking did he dip his fingers down to the wetness his actions had produced. You saw the pride and smugness overtake him as he felt what he had done to you.

Then without a single shred of warning his hand left your bikini bottoms and the elastic material snapped back against your skin. “Can I get you both another drink?” Cassandra’s Italian laced voice came from behind us. “We’re fine, thank you” Pierre answers for the both of you. You stayed exactly where you were, clinging to him almost, as he did so. A heat spread up upon your cheeks and you realised you were holding your breath. “She’s gone.” He said quickly before erupting into laughter

“Oh my God!” You yelped and buried your face in his neck. There was no option that to feel instantly mortified. The girl couldn’t have been older than you nor Pierre and she had innocently approached you both after you had been doing something so utterly obscene. “Did she see us? I was quiet wasn’t I?” “Shhh….Mon Amour” he kisses you gently “don’t worry, I’ll just tip them a little extra.” He winked when he pulled back and playfully you hit him on his chest for being so typically well, Pierre, about things. “I’ll tip them EVEN MORE if I can fuck you right here on the deck.” You knew he wasn’t joking but you laughed none the less. “Ok” Your words caught his attention “but first, let’s take a dip…” his reply came swiftly; “Fine, as long as it’s the skinny type”

#Pierre Gasly #Pierre Gasly imagine #pierre gasly imagines #pierre gasly fanfic #Pierre Gasly one shot #pierre gasly fanfiction #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #Pierre Gasly x reader #Pierre Gasly x you #Pierre Gasly x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfiction

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