#day 5 prompt 1

[phlebaswrites]

Flowers in the Heart (And Other Places)

Summary:

Love can grow even in the most infertile ground.

(All you need is a seed.)

Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Word Count: 2543 (Complete)

Entry for @madatobiweek2022​

Day 5 - October 13: Betrayal & Bad Ends | Festival

This story is for @good-grievance​ whose amazing art of Madara with Hanahaki inspired it.

Thank you always.

Madara looks at the flowers that rest so innocently on his palm and knows that it's the end.

When the petals first appeared, one, and then two, he'd known that he was in trouble but, fool that he is, he'd dismissed it.

The product of the transplant, the memories that Izuna's eyes carry, it was a natural thing.

Sharingan memories are always intense, pouring into the mind when they please, no matter if it is day or night, and Izuna remembered nothing so well as he remembered his rival.

By Madara's own order, Izuna had used his Mangekyō as little as possible in order to preserve his sight.

Not because those eyes were to go to Madara, as some of the clan now believe, but out of love. Izuna was his last remaining brother and Madara curses himself daily that he was not there when Tobirama's unanticipated genius robbed him of his final and most precious family.

And so the irony that his brother's killer is now his beloved is not lost upon him.

Read the rest on AO3.

[vinestaff]

day 1 roleswap

[minceraftyuri]

Day 4 - Transgender - @mcyt-yuri-week

Cletho can be yuri if you want them to be just saying

[thisisnotkitty]

Ness tending to Mike's injuries 😭

me when i steal the scene from the movie and make it securitywaiter

-so yknow when mike is like “yeah ill trade in abby for garrett (which like why did he do that lmao) and gets just like mauled by the animatronics

-anyways instead of vanessa finding him ness had actually gone in to snoop around freddy’s bc thats what he does as a conspriacy theorist

-he gets there just in time to save mike but mike’s like,, OUT so he takes him back to his apartment to fix him up

-while mike takes a while to wake up ness begins cleaning his wounds and stitching him up and there’s a brief moment when mike is nearly all cleaned up that he looks kinda peaceful(?) lying on ness’s couch and ness is like “huh” but he doesn’t quite get why his heart speeds up a bit

-as ness finishes cleaning him up he starts humming and singing gently and it kinda wakes mike up but he’s still a little out of it and can’t quite open his eyes fully so he’s just like “are you an angel?” bc he fully thought he died back there lmao

-and ness just laughs and goes “i’m fully human as far as i know. the name’s ness and i found you at freddy’s which is lucky for you bc it looked like you were in a bit of trouble there” bc he’s cheeky like that

-and mikes still a little dazed and confused from the blood loss but still he’s like “wait a minute… narrows eyes why were You at freddy’s”

-ness is just like “well you see it’s a long story” and mike just looks down at this injuries with a look that says well i’m clearly not going anywhere soon so i’ve got time

-ness starts explaining the fnaf lore while bandaging up mike and mike is trying to pay attnetion bc this is kinda imp but he can’t help but get distracted with how gentle ness is handling his arm and maybe he’s still a bit dazed but he swears this guy’s voice is a bit melodic and oh. oh.

-mike hasn’t really been in the dating scene much bc of abby so when he realizes that he might be developing a crush on this guy he’s known for a grand total of 30 minutes (and he was only awake for 10 of those) he begins to panic a bit

-uhhhh yeah. they go back to freddys and vanessa’s there and they save abby and it’s pretty much the last bit of the movie but w ness there now! (i couldn’t figure out how to end this im so sorry)

prompts, hcs, whatever random thoughts you guys have on these silly little fellas pls be sure to send them my way bc im going a Bit insane

[jorjorend]

Februabba day 1! - Fashion / Cozy

@heritage-februabba

[diamond-flavored-whump]

Five times Whumpee snuck out, and one time Whumper caught them.

[wylerprideevent]

Wyler Pride Event 2024 Prompts Roundup

All our prompts for Wyler Pride Event 2024 are out! For your convenience, here are all seven at a glance:

Day 1: Queer Fairytale or Period AU

Day 2: Gender Swap/Rule 63

Day 3: Coming Out

Day 4: Paying it Forward

Day 5: Pride Parade/Protest

Day 6: Drag

Day 7: Found Family

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[blinded-and-bloody]

Day 5 of @augusnippets

Prompt: Feverish Caretaking

WC: 377

Henry didn’t often see his mother.

She spent most of her time actively avoiding the two of them, her son and her husband, and Henry couldn’t blame her for either.

That meant when he awoke on his second day of fever, tucked away in the medical tent, he was surprised to open his eyes and find her sitting over his bedside.

“Mom?” His voice cracked on the word.

“Drink,” she said.

She held out a ceramic mug of hot tea. Perhaps it was a trick of the dim sunlight that filtered in, or maybe a trick of Henry’s fever, but he swore that despite his mother’s harsh words her eyes held a flint of genuine worry.

With his shaking, exhausted hands, it took a moment for him to sit up against the pillow enough to take the mug.

He blew on it a bit before he took a sip. It still scalded him, but the steamy vapors of the tea refreshed him while he held it close.

“It’s mint tea,” she said. She sat down on the healer’s stool next to the bed. “My own mother often made it for me when I took ill.”

“Mint?”

“It’s a plant that grows outside Oakvale. Your father finds it unsightly, doesn’t allow it… I persuaded him to let me collect it. Can’t keep the prince stuck with the healers after all.”

Henry had never heard of mint before, but even just smelling the tea gave him an amount of relief.

“It seems like a wonderful plant,” he mumbled.

The pull of the fever was going to drag him under again, he could feel it. His head was impossibly heavy, his body shivered from being too hot and too cold all at once.

His mother hummed, and took the mug from his weakening hands to put on the bedside table.

“Rest more,” she commanded. “Regain your strength. Don’t forget to finish the tea.”

Henry hummed, and his eyes fluttered shut. Before he drifted off completely, he felt a gentle hand in his blond curls, someone pushing the locks off his face.

Perhaps his mother avoided him and his father most days, but as Henry fell back asleep he knew that at least somewhere within her, she held love for him.

[dufrau]

i have now written a ~1500 word Jancy breakup that i actually need to write, like, a plot or something afterwards for now because I like it enough that i dont want to leave it rotting in the docs.

[sunset-bridge]

..........the beauty and the beast.........

id in alt

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 12 (Day 1)- Breath/Forbidden

Noora at-Sura is the Last Dragonborn. When she finds herself in trouble, she goes to the one person she trusts, the person who’s hard work has kept her alive time and again. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Redguard LDB x Balimund

Warnings- burn wounds

Wordcount- ~900    

***

A banging on the door jolted him out of sleep. Who in Oblivion would be looking for him in the middle of the night? As he got closer to the door, he stopped and picked up his smithing hammer. Just in case. 

Opening the door carefully, he had little time to react as a body fell through. He caught it, heart leaping into his throat as he recognized her red scarf and small twists of hair. 

“Noora?!” 

“I… I didn't know where else to go.” 

He pulled her inside and shut the door again, locking it tightly. Dropping the hammer, he swept his arm under her legs and lifted her off the ground. At that moment, whatever was keeping her upright and moving melted away, and she sagged against him. 

Carrying her across the house and up to his room, he set her down in the bed he'd just leapt from. Her breath came in short, pained gasps and he could see the leg of her breeches had been torn, no burned away, her skin beneath it red, blistered, and crusted. 

“Noora, what happened? Who did this?” he demanded. 

She moaned, pulling her left arm close to her body. It was then he realized she had no shield, and her arm and sleeve were also burned. But she replied, in a shaky voice. “Cultists. Their kind have attacked me before, but this time they were smart enough to ambush. I escaped, but not unscathed.”

His blood turned cold. “Did they follow you?”

“I believe so. But I do not think they will reach the city for several hours.”

“Good. You rest, I’ve got something that’ll help.”

He bustled around, pulling together ingredients and grinding them into a paste. He must’ve woken Asbjorn, and the boy came wandering in and rubbing his eyes. “What's going on? Why are you making that in the middle of the night?” 

“Noora's here, and she's hurt. We're gonna need some clean bandages. Can you see what we've got?” 

The boy's eyes widened. “Of course! I'm on it!” 

Once everything was ready, they brought it all to where Noora waited. She gave the concoction a wary look. 

“What is this?” 

Balimund shrugged. “Just about the best payment I ever got. A poultice for treating burns. Used it myself many a time over the years and there’s nothing better. We’ll get you back on your feet in no time.” 

“Thank you.” Her soft voice had a little bit of its normal strength back as they began to apply the medicine and bandage her wounds. “It does feel a bit better. This is a most marvellous creation. You said it was a payment? Many thanks to that person, also.” 

“Don’t know who he was. This was back when I was pretty fresh at running the forge for myself. Mage headed for Winterhold came in with a half-lame horse. Said he’d got it at Cheydinhal and it started limping just past the border. Had to completely reshoe the poor beast. He paid me handsomely, and gave me this recipe as a tip. But this should just about do it.”

“Thank you, Sir Blacksmith.”

“Aw, you don’t have to be formal, Noora. Once there’s wounds bein’ patched up I think we’re past that. I’m just glad you found your way to my door.”

“I didn’t know where else to go… who I am rarely endears people to me.” 

“Why not?” 

Their eyes met and he saw golden flecks swimming in hers that he could've sworn weren't there before. “Because I'm not like them. I am the one who makes way for my people by bearing the dragon in the way of yours. As my power grows stronger I am less and less… human. I am seen as a hero, but also something to fear.” 

“I don't fear you.” 

“You are perhaps the only one brave or foolish enough not to. For that, I thank you.” 

“Well, I could think of a lot worse things to be foolish about. How do those burns feel?” 

She smiled. “They hurt, but they are better with your poultice. I appreciate this more than I can say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just concentrate on getting better.”

“But the cultists will come. I cannot just lie here.”

“Do you think they’ll attack the city?”

“No. But I don’t want… I don’t want you hurt if they search for me.” She reached out, touching his cheek. He leaned into it, but his voice was serious. 

“They could try. But if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s swing a hammer. They’ll not get through me and the boy so easily. What do these cultists look like?” 

“They wear brown and gold and strange, pointed masks. They use magicka and weapons as easily as the other.”

“I’ll keep an eye out. But you’re safe here, Noora. Try and get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Sir…” her dark skin flushed, “thank you, Balimund.”

It didn’t take Noora long to fall asleep. Balimund sat up for a while after, cradling his hammer and listening for any sign of trouble. Noora’s breathing had evened out to calm and normal. He had faith in this poultice that had worked so many times for him, but to hear it in her breath itself was a relief. She was going to be alright, and he would make sure she was safe until she was healed. 

Brushing her cheek gently, he whispered a promise. “I’ll guard you with my life.”    

[enderspawn]

SPAWNTOBER 6: circus

it’s a comical yet devastating universe / but it’s still the kind of universe that i deserve

[image description: an illustration of Chip from Just Roll With It: Riptide. he is wearing the same red-and-gold suit, white cravat, and black top hat as pictured in the Episode #74 thumbnail, as well as red striped pants and brown loafers. he appears to be mid-bowing, with one leg tucked behind the other and one hand behind his back, the other in front of his chest. he is smiling, but also crying with somewhat dull eyes. he is standing on top of a podium and in a spotlight. behind him are simplified silhouettes of crowded stands and a rainbow circus-top tent. /end ID]

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

side sequel to my recent radiodust fic. Post-fic, VoxAngel jealous cuck shit. Bdsm is out because thats the radiodust fic sequel

[rainbowcarousels]

tell them you won't be long

(or bianca & nicolas' excellent adventures through the 20th century)

“You know if you’re going to go sneaking into my head,” her companion said. “I think we ought to be on a first name basis.” “That sounds agreeable,” Bianca agreed, if only because she was intent to find out exactly what they were doing to cause such a familiar expression on her beloved Amadeo’s face. “I am Bianca.” “Nicolas,” he replied. “And I've also eaten him, so it was hardly unricprocated. A piercing the back of the knee – oddly ticklish.” “So I remember,” Bianca replied, smiling in return when Nicolas looked at her askew. “Did you imagine you were the only person he has eaten?” Five times Nicki and Bianca met across the 20th Century and parted, and the one time they chose to leave together.

Here on ao3!

[procyon-kiryu-heaven]

Welcome to my only entry for Jasicoweek. I would have liked to participate in everything but there have been events in my life that have made this week tumultuous.

Well, enjoy. For this fic I use the prompts from Day 5: Canon fix + Alt. Prompt 1 Song/Lyrics

Nico explored the myths and legends. He read and asked. To the living and to the dead.

The deal seems simple. Nico went down to the underworld, sang before Hades, took Jason and brought him back to life.

It wasn't like that.

The final deal took months to seal. Because Nico was determined and Hades knew it. He knew that, unlike Orpheus, he would make it.

There were many obstacles for the son of the dead.

-The most basic and first was the obvious. Nico looked back before reaching his destination and Jason was not reborn.

-He had to go barefoot all the way back, without being able to heal at any time. No chance of divine or magical healing once he had completed his mission.

-He had to do it on the spring solstice, when Hades was alone. He wouldn't let his wife soften him up.

-He had to sing himself but he couldn't bring any musical instrument or anything that made music.

Nico thinked with fear in the latter. He didn't have a bad voice but only with his voice... He don't think he could make it. He supposed that he would have to sing acapella and pray that his father would get his feelings. Pray to whom? Definitely not Aphrodite or Cupid.

And Apollo was missing.

Fuck.

Nico accepted everything and signed a contract for the river Styx.

The ink looks like blood.

Spring solstice.

Nico had the guarantee dry and in a knot. He couldn't speak. Less sing.

He got to the point from where he have to go down to the Underworld. And there was a ghost. He was tall, with curly hair, dressed in a toga and carried a lyre in his hands.

Nico was surprised to see him but he immediately knew who he was.

Orpheus.

Nico looked at him blankly. He smiled and played his lyre. The living one understood.

He had music.

His father's throne room seemed darker, but oddly enough, it gave an aura of hope to it.

Hades looked with something between tiredness, sorrow and resignation at the duo that appeared before him.

Orpheus played.

Nico sang.

Nico's voice echoed through the room.

He echoed in the Underworld.

Ghosts from all sides, of all ages, conditions, and types appeared in the throne room.

Singing the choruses.

Nico had his gaze focused on his father but Orpheus saw them.

There, in the distance, were his dear Eurydice and Jason.

When Nico turned and started walking, followed by Jason, Orpheus knew the boy was going to make it.

Good for them.

[inafieldofdaisies]

6, 10, 13 for the wedding asks <3 <3

Questions from this post. / The answers would be more generally about them as a ship (and the dynamic they have going on) rather than focused on what takes place in the wip, etc, etc (big brain way of avoiding spoilers mayhaps).

6. Who were the first people to find out about the engagement? How did they react?

On Sabrina's side definitely as very first Savannah - John making a big deal out of asking her for her blessing (as Sabrina's only real family around) and Sav just being super giddy to keep that secret (smiling like a fool anytime she thinks of it and making Sabrina wonder what the two are up to, she's too precious). Next in line are Cal and Leslie, Calahan would probably be close to dying from laughter (cue all the jokes towards John), while Leslie would be more chill about it while making sure John knows he should stay in line or else. Also, Oliver would add that he owns a shovel and would find him a nice place to rest (is he joking, nobody knows). And after those three find out, it's safe to say information starts leaking and people are shook, though not really surprised.

From John's side: his closest Chosen (Mathias) since John can't be bothered to do shite on his own, followed by Joseph (just brilliant), who ain't happy about it ofc, Jacob on other hand is like "whatever, we all knew it's gonna happen, John", then Mer would force him to play nice and actually say "congratulations".

Takeaway: most of these people don't know how to act, eh? 😂

10. Do they get married through court? Church? Third secret option?

Church, and for once Sabrina goes there willingly. 😂 Why do I imagine her singing "Take me to church" to John and adding "so we can get married".

6. Who were the first people to find out about the engagement? How did they react?

John. All so they have someone to get them married, chaos ensues. Sabrina is having a laugh because she was right about them being together and won't let Baptistman leave it down. Joseph is having an existential crisis about it, probably secretly praying the Collapse comes before they say "I do", so he can go: "SEE! You were never ever meant to be together. God AGREEES."

Takeaway: Joseph is a sore loser, who didn't even have a shot to begin with.

10. Do they get married through court? Church? Third secret option?

Third secret option (mwah), Mercedes wants nothing to do with churches and we know how "big" of a believer Jacob is...

13. Show us their outfits.

More focused on Mer and Sabrina for this one, as a style they'd choose, less thinking about the logistics where they'd get a wedding dress in the middle of a holy war (John would try, for sure).

Hilarious side note, though, Calahan would complain like crazy he has to wear a suit (per John's rules, if only just to wage a war on him somehow) and then tell everyone that would listen how he looks absolutely dashing ("Million times better than the groom, actually.").

Sabrina:

Mercedes: