#feel free to use this as a prompt though

[iamamythologicalcreature]

COC Day 17: Fluff

"It's so...fluffy..."

For this @carryon-countdown prompt I wanted to draw Big Brother Baz because I adore him being a big brother. Fluffy just turned to fluffy dress in my head soon after that.

I can imagine Baz helping Mordelia find the right gown for her Leavers Ball, someday. Before they can try the dresses she actually likes they first have to try out the one Daphne picked out.

I imagine it goes something like this:

Baz: You look beautiful, Delia. *apologetically*

Mordelia: I look like a sherbert dessert or something.

Baz: Also true.

Mordelia: It's so... fluffy. How am I supposed to move in this?

Baz: Elegantly?

Mordelia: *gives him an unimpressed look*

Baz: .... I'll tell Daphne it didn't fit. Shall we continue shopping?

(Dialogue not set in stone; feel free to improve on it.)

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #43 Part 1

Everything had been going well on their trip. Danny was going to tell his parents all about his past, and about being the half dead ghost king. Unfortunately, Danny’s life had a reputation for how terribly unlucky he was. He and his family were caught off guard, and even Danny couldn’t prevent himself from fainting when hit in the back of the head with what he assumed must have been something metal.

When he came too he could tell his arms were bound together behind his back and there were two others adjacent to him. He didn’t shift or open his eyes to avoid letting their abductors know he was awake. He could hear some soft tapping that almost sounded like chalk. There were hushed whispers but they were too muffled to hear. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed but he was starting to get a little bored. He knew his family was probably with him, they were right next to him and would have noticed him getting kidnapped. 

Eventually he heard a rustling sound next to him, they must be waking up too, “Maddie? Danny?” Their soft voice spoke.

There wasn’t a reply but that meant Danny was correct, well at least about his dad. He wasn’t 100% sure if mom and Jazz were here but he needed to figure out a way to get out of this without letting their kidnappers know he had powers. 

Another shift this time in the opposite direction. “Mom? Danny?” 

“Jazzie-Pants!! Are you okay? They didn’t hurt you did they?” His words were a bit panicked and almost made Danny reveal his awareness.

“No. I’m fine, Dad? Where are we?” Jazz sounded more annoyed than worried.

A voice interrupted them before their dad could respond, “Quiet hunter scum,” the bags were removed from all of their heads and then ice water was thrown out of a bucket at them. Everyone else groaned as they were shocked awake by how cold it was.

Danny figured there was no use pretending to sleep now so he opened his eyes. They had been captured by cultists and were tied next to each other with a large circle drawn out in chalk. The circle, from some of the runes Danny could make out, looked like a summoning one. Upon further examination they looked more closely to the ones that would summon him, too bad it won’t work since he’s already here… They don’t know that though, and he could use this opportunity to mess with them.

One of the cultists, probably the leader, stepped forward and started speaking toward his followers and started a really long winded speech but a couple things caught Danny’s attention. One they were sacrificing him and his family because his parents hunted ghosts so the Ghost King would of course seek revenge. Two there were five of them there, that meant an extra person was tied up as a sacrifice as well. Who that was Danny didn’t know but he had to save them, he’d get them all out of here.

“That’s all quite fascinating but what does this have to do with me?” A familiar voice said. Danny knew exactly who the voice belonged too and it wasn’t his Mom, Dad, or sister. The fifth person happened to be his twin brother whom he hadn’t spoken to since before he faked his death.

Damian, from the sound of his voice, was behind Danny probably on the other side of his Dad. Danny hadn’t said anything yet so Damian was unaware Danny was there. The dark cavern like room didn’t allow a lot of room for light but there were quite a few candles and torches illuminating the space.

Before anyone could say anything else a loud crash was heard, Danny couldn’t see as the noise was behind him and the room descended into chaos.

Master Post:

[tomaturtles]

IT'S KAWOSHIN DAY!!! As well as the last day of Kawoshin Week :') It's been such a blast, gonna miss it when it's over

Kawoshin Week Day 7: Cuddling/domestic fluff! + Sleepover and Spinoffs (again)! Based on the Campus Apocalypse sleepover chapter ☺️

[the-starlit-authoress]

Prompt #1

"What the hell are you doing?"

Hero blinked and turned to find Villain half way through their window. "Eating ice cream...?"

"I happen to know for a fact you're lactose intolerant. So why are you trying to make yourself suffer?" Villain demanded in an accusing tone.

"Did you break into my house just to scold me?"

"No, I was going to kidnap you but now I'm just appalled by your lack of self control."

"Hey-"

[cresneta]

Don't mind me, I'm just imagining a scenario where Loid does something amazing for Yor's birthday, and when she asks him when his birthday is he says it was a couple months ago or something. Think of it as a twist on the classic scenario where the man forgets, or doesn't know about, a date that is important to his partner, and they get mad at him about it.

[theflyingfeeling]

💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

[enjomo-arch]

lil activity drop this month cuz work holding me by the throat but in spare time I'll crawl into there to write stuff when the spoons hit < 3 I'll defo be active ooc though cuz, that's p much all I can do. hopefully month passes quickly c:

[bandaids-and-blisters]

Whump prompt #1: Whumper is the recent victim of an unfortunate Medusa-like curse: anyone they lock eyes with for more than a second is immediately petrified and killed on the spot. They cope by covering up their eyes and swearing never to let anyone fall victim to the effects of their awful curse.

It becomes more difficult, however, when they fall in love with Whumpee, and Whumpee becomes increasingly more curious about seeing what's behind their partner's neverending bandages, as does Whumper about finally finding out what their darling Whumpee actually looks like.

Unable to face pushing Whumpee away yet terrified of accidentally killing them, Whumper is forced to go to drastic measures to keep their beloved from putting themselves in harm's way...

[fandombead]

Writing Prompt: Wish Refund

When you were a kid, you wished wholeheartedly that someone in your life would go away forever while you were upset/annoyed with them.

Now, years later, you’re actually quite fond of them and you’ve both grown closer. But on your 25th birthday, they disappear without a trace and only a note is left behind with a completion receipt for that wish you made as a kid. You barely even remember making this wish, though you remember having a rivalry back then.

The good news is that there is a way to undo it! However the refund policy is…not as simple as making the wish was.

[akaanonymouth]

“You were crying in your sleep.” 

Serena paced the landing outside their bedrooms, worrying at her necklace. She’d awoken barely ten minutes ago, confused at her sudden thrust into consciousness, and was about to plump a pillow and settle back down, when she heard a sound that caught her breath, then launched her out of bed before her legs even realised they were awake and expected to function. She was about to barge into Bernie’s room when she caught herself, hand poised over the handle, her breathing audibly rapid and shaky. 

They hadn’t expressly had a conversation about their sleeping arrangements; Bernie still had yet to utter more than a couple of croaky words since she’d been found, but Serena had become adept at reading her body language and her eyes, and it became clear that it was more comfortable for Bernie to have her own space generally; that sharing a bed, or even a room, mightn’t be for the best at the moment. Serena slept in the room across the hall, and once she’d helped Bernie undress whilst her broken bones and bruises healed, she’d go to her own room, and leave the door slightly ajar, just in case.

Giving in to the worry, but tempering her natural instinct, Serena knocked gently on the door. “Bernie?” she called. When she received no response, she cracked the door as quietly as she could, and peered around. The lamp was on, as it had been every night since they’d arrived, and Bernie’s face was half buried in the pillow. Even from a distance, Serena could see the pain etched on it. Eyebrows knitted together, one hand scrunched around a handful of hair, Bernie was sobbing, every now and again a heart wrenching keening noise coming from her. 

“Bernie?” Serena called more insistently, starting to panic a bit when Bernie remained asleep, tears soaking the pillow. 

Given how Bernie reacted to unexpected touch at the best of times now, Serena didn’t want to jolt her awake, but was unwilling to leave her festering in what was probably less of a nightmare and more of a recollection. She got down on her knees next to the bed, called out a bit louder as she nudged the mattress. Bernie’s eyes fluttered open on the back of sobs.

“Oh, my darling,” Serena muttered, letting her fingertips linger close to Bernie’s hand. Bernie blinked rapidly, scowling as she uncurled her hand from her hair, unable to stop the intermittent hiccups or the tears. Her eyes widened as she took in Serena, kneeling in front of her, eyes raking over her face.

“S’rena,” she whispered, hoarsely, and when Serena smiled, it sparked a fresh wave of tears. Serena could see her mind struggling; she knew from her own experience what waking up fresh off the back of a living nightmare felt like, unable to shake off the grief of it, before the reality of it sunk in and brought a fresh hell When she felt Bernie’s fingertips at her wrist, she turned her hand slowly, waiting until Bernie moved before she started stroking her hand, slowly, grip open and loose. 

“You were crying in your sleep,” Serena murmured, her eyes concentrating on their hands to give Bernie time to adjust without scrutiny. “Just came to check you were all right,” she waited a beat, then looked at Bernie. “I can leave, now, if you are?” Bernie swallowed, her lips moving soundlessly until she managed to clear her throat. “Stay.” Serena knew she would remember the sound of that word for the rest of her life.

She squeezed her hand reassuringly before getting slowly to her feet. Around the other side of the bed, she pulled back the sheet and propped herself up on her side, head resting on her palm facing Bernie who, with some effort and wincing, turned towards her. Serena made sure Bernie could see her arm as she lifted it to stroke strands of hair away from her face. When Bernie only blinked, Serena let out a breath. She could see Bernie’s breathing was still uneven, a tremor to her lips even as the tears dried. 

“I used to have nightmares a lot,” Serena started, slowly. “I know you were there for some of it, but,” she shrugged, smiling wanly. “It’d take ages for the sadness of the dream to wear off,  only for it to morph into sadness about reality. Or sometimes it was so beautiful that I’d already be crying for the loss of it before I woke up properly, knowing the grief that was waiting. In the end, it was all a blur, really.” Bernie’s eyes crinkled at the corners, and Serena stroked her ear as she tucked another strand behind it. “I started listening to audiobooks,” she continued, her voice dropping an octave. “Funny stuff, you know, to try to cancel out the horridness. There was this particular Terry Pratchett one about wee free men, and let me tell you, the dreams I had after that were nothing short of psychedelic. The story went something like…”

Serena kept talking, recounting bits of the story and making up random things, until Bernie’s drooping eyes closed completely and her breath evened out. Bernie’s grip slackened around the wrist she’d reached for when Serena started talking, and after making sure the curtains were wide open so that in a couple of hours, daylight would stream in and Bernie wouldn’t be frightened by her presence or the shadows, she linked their little fingers loosely, and closed her eyes.

[darkkitty1208]

Thinking about what it would be like if Stephen meets Shuri. Wakanda Forever spoilers ahead.

I mean, they both share the trauma of losing siblings (like most in the MCU are lmao). To make it even better, (or worse. Depends on your definition of better and worse XD) there's also the fact that Ramonda died drowning like Donna did, too... As always I thought of scenarios and now I can't stop thinking about what it'd be like if they had a heart-to-heart and bonded through their grief.

What if one day an interdimensional attack happened in Wakanda and the sorcerers insisted to help as they were more experienced in dealing with the sort? Shuri doesn't strike me as the type to easily trust someone after what she's been through, so I guess it would make sense if she would refuse at first. Stephen could somehow convince her, or maybe Okoye would, or both of them. Point is, she would give in at the end and accept their offer.

Talokans could be involved but their presence doesn't change the whole idea. Although I think it will be inevitable anyway as the battle, in my imagination, will be in a body of water or wherever in Wakanda where water is present. You can sort of see where I'm going with this *wiggles eyesbrows*.

Stephen could bond with Shuri through their planning stage of the battle. Maybe he thinks that Shuri is incredibly talented for someone her age and grows respect for her. Shuri in turn sees a reflection of T'challa in Stephen at some point. Don't get me wrong, Stephen and T'challa are both incredibly different and complex characters, but what reminds you most of your sibling if not playful banter?

Okay. So then when the time comes, the creature breaches through the water, their defenses are up and everyone knows what they're doing. Everything goes according to plan for while, before at some point Shuri fell into the water, preferably injured or something so that she is mostly incapable of swimming back up, but before Namor or any of the other Talokans could save her, Stephen panics, drops whatever he was dealing with, and immediately dives in to save her.

He would mutter something like 'Oh god, Donna, you're safe, you're okay' in a small, panicked voice when he brings Shuri back to land, and Shuri would be conscious enough to half-hear it, half-process it, but is probably too busy trying to get her breath back to ask.

When the battle ends and the creature's successfully banished back to its realm, what's left is to fix the collateral damage and heal the wounded.

Shuri approaches Stephen as he tends to his own injuries, formally thanking him and the sorcerers for assisting them and help protect her people, and then just takes a moment to converse with him or something. At some point she brings up 'Donna', and something about her, something about that moment, just makes Stephen feel like it's safe to share to her about that. Maybe it's because he knew she wouldn't respond with pity but, in turn, with understanding. Maybe it's because of the tiredness after the battle that makes him feel more vulnerable. Maybe it's because he sees Donna in her, too.

So Stephen tells her about Donna, maybe even about Victor too. Shuri just looks at him for a moment and then asks him to come with her, and then bring him to the lake where she and her mother had sat that night in front of the fire.

Since burning funeral garments is out of the question here, she could just tell him to sit down and reminisce his time with his sibling(s). She could share about her own experience in grieving over her mother and brother, and Stephen would respond in kind -- with understanding.

So yeah. I think I sort of got carried away with the scenario a bit too much. XD Now that I think about it, MCU!Stephen lost Donna when she fell into ice, dammit, but ugh. Too late for that thought now.

[mostlymaudlin]

if we take it a step further, i think twinyard scat would be really hot 🙊

I love this for you I really do !!! but that’s probably over the line of what I could personally give you 😭 im so vanilla, even if I wrote incest it would b tender as hell hahahaha

[thefamilyaberration]

I heard when I was a kid that when its dark, your pupils get bigger to let in more light. To this day I stare wide eyed into the abyss when the lights are off.

Tonight I learned that something stares back at me.

[geiba]

concept: a 2 person love square, but 3/4 instead of the classic 1/2 split

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ OBLIVIOUS PINING ~ PROMPTS about denial of feelings

requested by: anonymous request: how can i resolve very heavy denial of feelings? it doesn’t feel organic to just have a “oh crap, i like them” moment for this specific character

Feel free to use and reblog!

changing their behaviour towards the other person before they realise their own feelings

doing something nice for the other impulsively

growing softer in their attitude towards the other

finding themselves daydreaming about the other

being annoyed by how much the other occupies their thoughts/their daily life

realising certain single traits of the other they like/adore

being in the other's debt, so they can't hate them so much anymore, they 'have to' like them at least a little

getting flustered when the other is nice to them

realising they're feeling much better when they know that the other is happy

enjoying making the other smile

^ and being worried afterwards about these new strange sensations towards the other's happiness

*eye-rolling* "Well, I guess I can do that for you."

feeling bad when they're treating the other shitty

feeling bad when they're ignoring the other

telling themselves that they can be nice without that having to mean they like the other (that's totally normal, right? to give someone a gift and it doesn't mean anything)

A talking to C about B: "Yes, we're getting along better now. But I mean, it's normal, right? To do nice things, even though you weren't on good terms just a week ago. People change. Relationships change. But that doesn't mean we like each other, alright?"

spending hours wondering who the other actually is and what they mean to them

"Nothing has changed." *when in fact, everything has changed*

"It has always been like this." *when in fact, they're losing their mind about not seeing sooner how it has actually been*

"Come on, it can't come as a big surprise to you." *when in fact, it's the biggest surprise to themselves*

[cockaiine]

talk baby !! ft. t.fushiguro

you help a girl find her mom while at a picnic... and it sparks something inside toji he was hoping not to feel.

ɞ⁺ contains: toji x fem!reader, just fluff, toji suggests sex, baby talk, reader wants a baby, toji slaps reader's ass (loving)

ɞ⁺ w.c: 1k

toji stands a few steps behind you, just silently watching over you. he’s not fully sure what’s going on, but he’s content just to watch.

“she lost her mom,” you take slow steps toward him, the weeping girl’s hand in your own. 

“just keep her with the security,” he shrugs and signals with his chin to the security lady a few feet away, broad shoulders dropping carelessly. “what can you do anyway?

“I can’t do that, toji,” your tone holds scolding to it. he would argue, but it’s too much work. This was supposed to be a quiet picnic for the two of you but some kid had to interrupt it. “i’m going to help her find her mom, okay? you stay here.”

“i’ll come with you,” toji sighs after contemplating it for a second. he doesn’t want to go around looking for a random kid’s parent, but he’ll be damned if he let you go around alone like that. he watched a little too many documentaries of killers using kids as bait to do that.

and so, toji follows you silently. he remains a few feet back just in case.

it’s a heartwarming sight, as much as he hates to admit it; to watch you help a helpless kid out as if she were your own. It sparked something in him, something he couldn’t quite place. 

it’s not too long before you find the kid’s mother, who had apparently gone to the bathroom and lost sight of her. but it’s already too late to go back and enjoy the picnic the two of you were having. maybe going on a picnic when it was obviously going to rain was a bad idea. 

“what a day,” your black-haired husband grumbled under his breath, slamming the car door. he rarely gets free days like this. “that damn kid.”

you chuckle lightly. even though toji doesn’t know what’s so amusing, he’s content just hearing that sound. your laughter never fails to make him smile—and this time is no different, an irresistible smile crawling into his face. 

“it’s not funny,” he mumbles as he starts the car. “ruined our picnic. told ya’ t’just leave her with the security.”

“come on, baby. what if it were our kid in there?”

he glances at you curtly, then focuses back on pulling the car out of the parking lot. you’ve discussed the topic before, but only briefly. toji doesn’t have time for kids. he’s not sure he can raise a whole new human. but the thought of having a kid–a kid with you… he shakes the thought off, opting to not respond to you. his silence is enough answer for you. 

once you’re finally home, you quickly change into something more comfortable, relieved to be out of the attire you wore for the ‘picnic’. You settle on the couch next to toji, who is looking for something interesting to watch on tv.

“toji..” you whisper, leaning into him. toji’s arm naturally falls over your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. 

“yeah?” he hums, not even looking over at you.

“shouldn’t we have a kid, too?”

he turns to you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide as if you’ve grown another head. you’re so… straightforward. it’s not like you to be so blatant about your desires.

“huh? what’s this about?” he feigns nonchalance, looking over at the tv.

“come on,” you pull at his shirt, dragging the syllables. “i’m serious. i want to be a mother. i’m sure you wished we had a baby too.”

“that’s… that’s not true,” he lies. you can tell by the pause he had mid-sentence. you almost feel offended by how he’s lying to you as if you don’t know him.

“you’re lying,” you grumble, but he doesn’t respond. your arm extends and abruptly snatches the remote from his hand, pressing the red button to turn off the tv. he’s about to complain when he finds you glaring at him sharply, prompting him to stay silent. 

“fine. what brought this up? you never bring this up like this,” he says, referring to your behavior. “didn’t you say you don’t care?”

“i lied,” you speak sorely, “i must have a baby, toji. you can’t take this away from me.”

“‘m not taking shit away from ya,” toji retorts, fixing his position to have a better look at you. “We said we’d wait a few years first, remember? Why are you going back on yer’ words now, eh?”

“god– you’re so ignorant,” you huff. toji stares at your expression changing; there’s a storm about to happen, and he’d like to avoid that. besides, maybe a kid isn’t such a bad idea…

“baby,” he sighs, taking your hands in his own uncharacteristically. “are you sure you want that now? i mean– ‘m barely able to see ya’... isn’t a baby lotsa responsibility? don’t wanna hear ya whinin’ about how ‘you’re never around, toji’, yeah?”

you giggle at the way he mocks your voice, the sweet sound making him smile. he’d say the stupidest things to hear you laugh.

“we can manage that,” you tell him. “i’m sure we’ll get the hang of it by time.” you’re doing your best to convince him, but you have a feeling he’s just playing hard to get.

“babies ain’t some sorta’ experiment, babe,” he jokes but you don’t laugh, assuming he’s serious. “what i’m sayin’ is… are you sure you don’t wanna give it some thought?”

“it’s all i think about,” you mutter, giving him that look. he falters. there’s no way he can say no when you give him that. “please, toji. we already have everything we need. why wait?”

with a huff, toji wraps his arms around your middle and, with brusque movement, he throws you over his shoulder. you gasp at the sudden movement. “are you crazy? toji–! put me down!”

“ya’ wanted a baby,” he chuckles, palm landing a soft slap on your ass. “Think they fall from the sky or some shit? we’re gonna reproduce, baby.”

“you’re such a turn-off,” you say, no longer resisting. He only shrugs in response.