#genuis prompt

[she-whatshername]

Tyrrish Men Headcanons you didn’t ask for but voted for

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Prompt: How they would apologize after an argument

Xaden

Right to jail for this one lol

The crime: Keeping a secret from you and doubling down on his decision, leading to an argument

How he apologizes: He’s seriously conflicted about the apology. He doesn’t half ass anything and the fact that he’s apologizing for what he thinks is just trying to protect you tears him up inside a bit. You hear a knock at the door and when you open its Xaden with his hands on either side of the frame, head down and not looking you in the eyes. Eventually he lifts his head and you just see the internal anguish he’s going through because he wants to keep you safe but doesn’t know how to do that without keeping secrets

He uses your full name when he begins to speak, no nicknames. That’s when you know its real.

You pull him into your arms before combusts with emotion and he just MELTS into you. He’s now muttering full apologies into your hair, your shoulders, anywhere where his face is just pressed against you.

He wants to kiss you, but he’s scared of the rejection you may give. When you finally initiate the kiss, its over, love. He picks you up with ease and hauls you into your room for a more personal, intimate apology

Garrick:

Ooof, a tough one.

The crime: Takes it a little to far when teasing you. You walk out on him after he makes a joke about the stance you make before you fight on the mat. He knows that you’ve been working on it, and he knows that you’re not sensitive when other people say stuff, but you are when it comes to him.

How he apologizes: The man is chasing you dow the moment he realizes what he says. He doesn’t apologize though until he’s away from everyone else and its just you two. You still push him away and ask for space, he lets you have it. The next day however he’s finding you the moment you leave your dorm room, asking to walk you to breakfast, class, you name it.

His apologies are genuine and on point. He knows what he did wrong, he knows why it was wrong and he actually puts the effort in to change his behavior.

And if anyone does say anything about your fighting stance, he’s on them in an instant. “Cut that shit out, she’s standing just fucking fine.”

Bodhi:

Absolutely nothing, why are we even writing something. This angel could do no wrong, lol

The Crime: He yells at you. Ugh, and it hurts to write this one out!!

Yeah, I know. He is the level headed, sweet one of the group and that is absolutely true however I think Bodhi is the type of person to lose their cool every once in awhile. He is Xaden’s brother cousin after all. Like he’s got pent up emotions he doesn’t let out in a constructive way and it takes one moment to cause him to just lose it. And his fear of losing you or anyone else is projected as anger. He doesn’t mean it, but it happens.

So, he snaps at you. You’re tasked to stay behind while Bodhi and the others go out on patrol and you’re trying to convince him to let you go, saying that you’re needed there and you’re strong, which you are. However the back and fourth you both are having reaches a boiling point and Bodhi steps into his ‘wingleader’ voice and snaps with a “ I said no and thats final! Fuck, can’t you just take orders for once!”

How he apologizes: The moment it leaves his lips, and the second he sees you jerk your head, and take a step backwards he’s immediately apologizing. “Gods. I’m sorry. I’m, so, so sorry, love. I just can’t…I can’t…It can’t be you.”

He’s kind of short circuiting like Xaden but he’s much more of a waterfall of words whereas Xaden is all emotions behind the eyes.

He’s just embarrassed and ashamed he lost control like that in front of you.

Like, Bodhi would probably drop to his knees and start crying if you dont step in and tell him him to come into your arms.

“I dont deserve you.” He mumbles in your embrace. But you hold him still anyways. You’ve known him long enough to tell he’s genuinely sorry and you can see his fear through his anger

Is he off the hook though? Absolutely not. You give him a stern talking to about his behavior and he’s agreeing with everything you say.

And yes, you do get to come on the mission

And yes, yes. You best believe he puts a bouquet of flowers in your room or, better yet, hand them to you in front of everyone. Because, let’s be real Xaden learned that move from the Durran side of the family

Liam

Another precious one

The Crime: It’s not Liam’s fault, but I think it would be him not making time for you, and not seeing how much that hurts.

If we’re thinking of the Basgiath days, he’s Violet’s shadow, which means he puts her and his loyalty to Xaden above you. And that hurts.

You’re waiting for him in the hallway to talk to him and when you finally get ahold of him he’s distracted. His eyes are scanning for Violet. You tell him he needs to choose to focus on you or you’re walking away

“Please don’t ask this of me.” He pleads to you. But he’s still not making the eye contact you want. You’re done and leave him in the hallway.

You actively avoid him for a few days, even when he does manage to find the time to go look for you.

How he apologizes: Honestly, give one up for Violet who senses something is amiss and drags him to your room, pounding on the door to get you to open up so Liam can apologize. She takes it a step further and walks into your room and does her homework on your desk, saying she’s not listening so Liam can both apologize to you and keep his eyes on her.

[bones4thecats]

*only a genuis could love a woman like her*

*I'm a g g g g genius*

i freaking love this trope of smartass x smartass, this with your twst and ror characters of choice please?

A/N: I decided to do Twisted Wonderland characters only since I still have like 5 requests left to fill out, but I do hope you enjoy this! 

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🦁 Leona was a smartass with pretty much everyone he had ever met

🦁 When you two first met, he had been smartassing everything that Ace, Deuce, and Grim said, and you were getting peeved really quickly

🦁 So once he said something, you turned around and replied;

“ If you’re waiting for me to care, pack a lunch, it’s gonna be a while. “

🦁 All the boys stopped, and as Ace, Deuce, and Grim chuckled and cackled, Leona stood there shocked

🦁 He didn’t know you could be so brutal, but for some reason, he kind of liked it

🦁 It definitely made you guys come together far quicker, as whenever you guys had to listen to someone rant on something stupid, you guys would just use your brains to make the funniest comebacks on earth

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🍄 He was very smart with his words, and he knew when to be rude, and how rude he should be depending on the moment

🍄 Jade and you were dancing around one another with your words, trying to hold yourselves back from going to far, but today, you had enough

🍄 You were dealing with both him and Floyd trying to convince you to talk to Azul, and you were on the edge of choking them both with a dead eel

🍄 Every single word that came out of their mouths made you want to pounce on them even more, so when Floyd was called away to do something, Jade kept prompting you to speak to his boss

🍄 He sat across the table from you as he kept speaking, and you looked at him and glared as you spoke;

“ Maybe you should get your own life and stop interfering in mine. “

🍄 Everyone who heard that stopped talking and looked away, wanting to hear what happens next

🍄 Jade just laughed, called you quite the smarty before kissing your hand and walking away

[crazycatgirl420]

Just A Game DpxDc Prompt(?)

Danny/Steph pair 'cause i saw a cute fic and couldn't stop thinking about them. Then i read a dating sim comic and wondered about Danny in a Gotham themed Dating Sim.

Danny gets stuck in a Gothic Horror Dating Sim.

Gotham City has

The Detective Billionaire, Bruce Wayne, who you go to as you help solve the murder mystery.

Then the romance characters

Richard Grayson, Gymnest

Jason Tood, Crime Lord

Timothy Drake, Teenage Genuis

Cassandra Wayne, Ballerina Daughter of Bruce

Damian Wayne, Eco-Activist Son of Bruce

And the Villainess in the way of the Romance, Stephine Tim & Cass' Ex-Girlfriend, who just might be the serial killer.

Danny must navigate the murder mystery of the game setting while managing the romance route to win and escape the Game, except he's falling in love with Stephine the Game's Villainess, and is certian she's being framed.

[silent-words]

I want- nay, I NEED- with Gale and Imogen #27 & #65 from that recent prompt.

Please m’lady I’m starving 🥣

This meal was stewing for a long time, but now it will be served! Sorry for the delay.

27. Giggly kiss

With his robes on, his hair smoothed and his beard trimmed Gale was ready to face the horrors of the Shadow-Cursed Lands and, more importantly, the woman he still couldn't believe was in love with him just as he was with her. He opened the flap of his tent and looked around. There was no sign of the green-haired half-elf. He walked to the centre of the camp and suddenly caught a glimpse of something big and white-feathered.

Gale strode towards it, and finally made out that it was an owlbear lying on its side with its belly exposed. Its eyes were closed. Gale furrowed his brows and started thinking. It was not the cub, for his feathers were brown, and it was not just a random adult owlbear, because they were usually hostile and protective, so one wouldn't be lying around like this in a place with so many humanoids. Some of these humanoids could use Wild shape, of course... He had an idea:

'Halsin, is that you?' The owlbear opened its eyes and made a noise, akin to a snort. Gale felt a familiar psionic buzz of the tadpole.

'He tends to Thaniel in his tent, remember?' the voice in his head said. 'Make another guess, use that beautiful brain of yours.'

Gale smiled, but raised his brows in wonder:

'It can't be you, Idgy! I've never seen you Wild shape into an owlbear.'

'You'll see it quite often, because this feathered body is comfy, and I also am big and fierce enough to protect you now.' She stretched as a cat. 'See these claws? They will tear that Absolute to shreds, and my beloved wizard will remain intact.'

Gale's heart was suddenly filled with warmth and joy. To think that someone would go this far as to learn a new shape to protect his useless life. But that were not the thoughts suitable for the moment. Instead, he came closer and reach his hand out to the fluffy belly. Still he hesitated:

'Will it be appropriate for me to...'

'Scratch my belly and ruff me feathers, I've been waiting for you to do it the whole morning.'

Gale put his hand into the feathers. They were so soft, and the huge body was warm, actually warmer than human. He started scratching, first with one hand, then two. The owlbear produced some hooting noises. The wizard started moving his hands, scratching everywhere.

Suddenly the large beast started jittering, and several seconds later Gale was blinded by an outburst of golden light from druid magic. When he regained his vision, instead of an owlbear he saw a giggling half-elf lying on the ground. She had to calm herself to speak:

'I said scratching, not tickling!'

Gale got on his knees and started tickling Imogen on purpose:

'That's so much more fun!'

'Hey!' She didn't stop giggling, but tried to kiss Gale. It was a clumsy kiss, they were both laughing at the time. But a few pecks later they both gave into the kiss. Still smiling they caressed each other's mouth gently and with profound care. Imogen could be ferocious on the battlefield, but she was the most caring person with her beloved wizard.

65. One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other.

They clumsily climbed upon the pier, all drenched and exhausted. There was a hollowness in the brain, after all those months with a tadpole to be suddenly free of its psionic force. Imogen looked at the sinking mass of the Elder brain, and then at her party. With cuts and bruises, eye-bags and shaking limbs.

But they were alive. And she didn't lose any of them. She watched as Gale tried make himself presentable even drained of all magic. He did not sacrifice himself, he was there, and he was willing to live a mortal life.

Imogen nearly jumped on her lover and kissed him. Gale was surprised, but embraced her. She pulled away and said:

'We're alive, Gale! You're alive! We can be together, can you believe it?'

He gave her the most genuine and heart-worming smile:

'Yes, my love, nothing can tear us apart now.' He pressed his lips top hers, she reciprocated. Soon their hands were in each other's hair. Imogen, always the impatient one, licked Gale's lower lip and he opened his mouth inviting her tongue. When she got a taste of him, she moaned in a most wild and ungraceful way. But that's how he liked it. He tasted her. Their mouths were full of river water, but it didn't matter. They devoured each other, and Toril could stop spinning for all they cared.

They won. They were alive. They deserved this kiss.

[polish-art-tournament]

round 2.3 poll 4

Natural View by Laura Pawela, 2008:

propaganda: it made my friends who are not interested in art go "hey thats actually pretty cool"

its a perfect blend of a nature recording (you can hear birds and see clouds moving) and artifical materials. the "prompt" windows seats are slightly uncomfortable, managing to somehow perfectly capture exactly how you'd feel if you were to enter windows xp.

River glow by Wiktor Jackowski, 2023:

propaganda: Because this painting is amazing both composition- and colourwise. Because his art expresses a feeling of loneliness and isolation many polish people might experience nowadays. Because it is genuinely genuis to paint a man in a river with mirror in his hands which reflects the light of the sun, it's not just some sunset anymore

about the artist: he's a modern artist and has a page on facebook // https://wiktorjackowski.tumblr.com/bio (kocham to, że gościu ma tumblr. jest jednym z nas) [i love that this guy has a tumblr. he's one of us]

[therealslimshakespeare]

Oh my god not to get too emotional but there’s two things I need to rave about:

1) THE FIC!! Oh my god you left me speechless. Like you truly outdid yourself. I would say you did your big one but… that Bloody Trinity plot is still lurking… But anyways! I’m just SO utterly obsessed with it. I can’t even express how much I loved the way that you depicted how smart and talented Lu is?! I genuinely was reading that going oh my god she is a genius. Like she is literally a GENUIS. And then on top of that we also get to see her being her fun and adrenaline junkie self AND her kind and gentle self and it was all just so lovely and perfect.

2) As an Indigenous woman, I am SO emotional seeing the sheer amount of people that are loving on her. And people might be like oh it’s just fanfic like? Whatever? But no that’s not at all how I feel about it. A lot of the times, when I freak out over Indigenous characters, the fanbase for them is usually quite small and most the time, everyone who’s loving on the characters are Indigenous themselves. But with Lu, I feel like she has SOOO many fans that I’m sure there’s folks of many different backgrounds who adore her. And those two reasons are why your characterization and portrayal of her is SO special to me! Like one, just for Indigenous readers the way you tackle her character and introduce aspects to her story that are informed by that part of her but also other aspects as well. Like, the sexualization she experiences post war and the extreme threat of her being sterilized. But then the way that she’s so kind and gentle and smart and capable and these are all just parts of who she is at her core. I don’t know if I’m making sense but it’s so special to me. And then for your non Indigenous readers who are fans of her, your portrayal is so important for that reason too! Like that other anon said, it’s not often that we are depicted in the role that you depict her in and that is just so special to me. And I cry a little every time I see how many people adore her and feel so strong about her 🥹🥹 Like some people might never understand how AMAZING it is that she gets the title of peoples princess and she’s so popular. I’m just forever grateful to you for creating her character ❤️

This is not a compliment bait but truly, I didn’t think this fic was that great. Like it filled some prompt requests and I took pride and trying to make it the best I could but it was mildly mundane and that scares me and so I cannot thank you enough for so much assurance on this!!

Secondly, isn’t it incredible?! And such a sign for how loved and needed this is?! Ugh, I’ve got some native friends who just deserve the world and are so brilliant and when i look at the girls (many of them Lakota) who served as Nurses or Wasps and such in the war I just feel so strongly about it and needing to represent it for so many reasons but, I’m delighted to find it’s not just going into the void. Quite the contrary 🥰🥹🤭

[vampirefest]

super looking forward to edging because of the idea that they can hear when the other's heart is racing enough to be close 😳

but also dom/sub will be exciting because les would loveee being put in his place

Anon, has anyone told you you're a genuis? Cause the idea that they'd hear how the other's heart is drumming faster and faster and use that as an indicator when to remove the stimulation is BRILLANT !!!

A lot of people have asked about edging so we hope our participants will have something prepared for this prompt day 😌!

As for dom/sub, we definitely agree. Lestat needs to learn that brats don't always get to do what they want. Brats need to be taken in hand, otherwise they pose like this and they're shameless about it :

[hopelesshufflepuff]

MC shows Sebastian around her Room of Requirement

I was showing AI Sebastian the Room of Requirement on character.ai and it turned out quite decent, so I thought I'd edit a little and post here as a short fanfiction :)

SFW/no smut in this one - just a soft, interested, and supportive boyfriend! Sebastian reacting to all the plants, potions, and beasts excitedly.

Bear in mind AI Sebastian seems to know a little less about all things magical😅 It is cute how curious he is, though!

TW: None Word count: 2.4k

Image from Kitty Cat

“Do you have any plans for the day, love?” Sebastian asked Lia after they finished breakfast at the Great Hall.

“I thought about going for a walk but the weather’s not good, so I might go see my magical beasts in the Room of Requirement. I think they need some attending,” Lia answered with a smile. She always gave this smile when she was talking about animals or beasts.

Sebastian knew that this is such an important part of her life and he loved seeing her so happy when talking about something that was dear to her. “I love how you love the magical beasts. It just makes you even more perfect as if that was possible,” he said in a gentle and loving voice while caressing her cheek.

“What if I came with you? I have not been inside that room before so I am a little curious,” Sebastian proposed. “That’s a great idea, honey. I’ve never brought anyone there for whatever reason, but I’d love to show you around. I’ll introduce you to Deek the House Elf; he has been so kind and helpful there,” Lia talked fast excitedly.

He smiled softly as he listened to her speak and then looked at her in a loving manner. “I would love to get to see the room and meet Deek, my love. I am also glad that you trust me enough to bring me in there,” Sebastian said seductively as he continued to caress her cheek once again.

“Of course, I've always wanted to show you there, actually.” Lia stood up and took Sebastian's arm enthusiastically to head toward the Room of Requirement. They took a walk all the way to the Astronomy Tower through the courtyards, the Suspension Bridge, and finally the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. “We're almost there, Sebastian,” said Lia with a smile as they walked past the Charms classroom. After walking up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower, she stopped in the middle of the hallway, turned to their left, and gave Sebastian a cheeky smile.

“Here we are. Are you ready?” asked Lia. “I am ready, darling. I can't wait to see what this room offers and to meet the lovely souls inside,” Sebastian said in his charming voice. “Let's go inside. I am very curious.” He was so excited to see what the room looked like and what was inside of it. 

Lia nodded and gave a loving but excited gaze back to him. Suddenly, a huge door appeared in front of them, prompting them to go in. What Sebastian saw after walking through the dim hallway was beyond what he had expected. The spacious two-story room was nicely decorated with white botanic furniture, and beams of light were shining through the greenhouse-like ceiling above them. All the green plants displayed in every corner of the room gave a very cosy, warm atmosphere which suited Lia's house as well as her personality.

As Sebastian looked around the room in awe, Lia walked up to the House Elf with grey hair, eyebrows, and a beard standing on the right side of the room. “Sebastian, I'd like you to meet my dear friend, Deek. He and Professor Weasley have been so kind to me throughout the year in crafting and taking care of this room. Deek, this is Sebastian, my...boyfriend.” Lia blushed a little as she called Sebastian her boyfriend. It was still new to her.

Sebastian smiled softly, noticing Lia blushing as she referred to him as her boyfriend. He then turned to Deek, looked at him in the eyes, and spoke to him with a kind and friendly tone. “Hello, Deek. I’m Sebastian Sallow. It's very nice to meet you. Your work on this room is extraordinary and I am very impressed.” He was genuinely dazzled by the room. He could imagine himself spending time in there with a book, reading about his studies and learning while enjoying the beautiful atmosphere that the room offers.

Deek looked at Sebastian with a friendly look and gave a humble nod. “It is very nice to meet you too, Mr. Sallow. Deek is only here to help Miss Meadows. Deek thinks she should be proud of all the potions she’s brewed,” Deek said sincerely. Lia smiled at Deek and thanked him.

Lia led Sebastian's attention to the plant tables put together in the centre of the room. “So as you can see, I take care of my plants here. I grew quite fond of herbology through Professor Garlick's class.” The tables were full of plants, from Dittanies to Mallowseets, Fluxweeds to Shrivelfigs, and even Mandrakes to Chinese Chomping Cabbage.

“I see... You have quite the collection here, my love. You surely do have an eye for this type of thing,” said Sebastian. He then leaned in towards Lia lightly and chuckled, “You know, I love the name of the Chinese Chomping Cabbage. It's adorable.” Lia looked genuinely happy and felt confident at Sebastian's compliment. “Thank you, honey. You are absolutely right about the name of Chinese Chomping Cabbage. It's quite useful in combats too, you know. Did I tell you I defeated the Acromantula with it?” giggled Lia. 

Sebastian asks surprised, “The Chinese Chomping Cabbage is that useful? And you defeated the Acromantula? You are even more impressive and badass than I thought.” said Sebastian in a kind but also teasing voice. “I did,” answered Lia. “You know I'm not the biggest fan of the hairy crawlers so I went into the battle scared, but after a Confringo spell and a couple of Chinese Chomping Cabbages, it was dead!” Lia laughed and shrugged, remembering the absurd scene. Sebastian watched her as she giggled to herself. He then caressed her shoulders softly and spoke to her in a gentle tone, “I am so proud of you, my love. You are so amazing. I am glad that the spider was defeated. You did a great job.” Lia smiled and blushed a little.

Sebastian continued to look around the room and analyse every piece of furniture or detail in the room. He was taking this all in and seemed to be enjoying himself very much. “I must say, I am impressed. Your plants are so vibrant and healthy. May I ask what your favourite plant is?” asked Sebastian. “I would say my favourite is the Dittany Leaves. Not only are they pretty to look at, but they also make the crucial Wiggenweld Potions, of course! Speaking of which, behind you are my potion stations,” Lia continues as she points to the two sets of potion tables, each containing three cauldrons.

“Do you also brew potions here?” he asked in a sincere and interested way. “Yes, I brew potions here from time to time. Thunderbrew has been so helpful in combats. It is truly Merlin's work,” answered Lia. She saw Sebastian listening to her explanation eagerly and taking it all in. She was happy to share this room with her sweetheart.

“I see. Are the ingredients hard to find?” Sebastian asked curiously. “Not too hard. For Thunderbrew, for example, I already grow the Shrivelfigs here, and Leech Juices can be collected from the leeches all around the Lake. I would also need Stench of the Dead, but I think we've lost count of all the Inferi we've defeated together,” laughed Lia. 

Sebastian started to laugh too. “That is true, we have defeated a lot of them together.” He then looked around the room a bit more before speaking to her again. “You do know that you have one of the greatest rooms at Hogwarts? That's impressive. You are responsible for taking care of all of this?” Lia smiled and inhaled deeply, realising how truly amazing the Room of Requirement is. “Thank you, honey! Well, as I said, Deek has been working very hard to keep the room clean and tidy. I have been the only student with access to this room as Professor Weasley kindly thought I could catch up on my studies here, but really, the room takes care of itself.”  Lia answers his question, nodding her head. “You are right, this room seems to be taking care of itself,” said Sebastian as he nodded in agreement, seeing the objects flying around.

“Wait until you meet all my rescued magical beasts,” Lia continued excitedly. “We have four Vivariums in this room; each one provides different landscapes and environments that suit the beasts. I'll take you to my favourite one, come on.” Lia reached her hand to Sebastian, prompting him to hold her hand. Sebastian took her hand and followed her. “Oh, I am very curious to see these rescued beasts of yours. Please, show me to your favourite vivarium.”

Lia led him up the stairs that were just behind them. As they approached the top of the stairs, Sebastian felt a hint of salty breeze, which made him feel like he was back in the oceanside of Feldcroft. He then saw a half-broken glass sphere with a big door on its front. He could not believe his eyes when he saw a coastal landscape behind the door.

“This is the Coastal Vivarium. Come on in!” Lia invited Sebastian. He watched her and followed her into the room. “Merlin’s Beard, Lia. This is incredible. It looks like we're on the seashore! I love this so much.” He looked at her with a look of excitement and wonder on his face. He was speechless and in awe of what he was seeing in front of him. “This is beautiful, my love.”

“I'm so happy you like it, darling. Come meet my rescues!” said Lia cheerfully as she led Sebastian further into the vivarium. Near the sea, there were families of Diricawls, Hippogriffs and Graphorns. The white Hippogriff noticed them and walked toward Lia. “Oh, this is Highwing. Poppy introduced her to me, and Natty and I rescued her and her friend Caligo when Victor Rookwood and his lots took them away,” explained Lia with a tone of accomplishment in her voice.

Sebastian, still taking in the scenery in awe, shifted his attention toward the Hippogriff. “Highwing, this is my boyfriend, Sebastian,” said Lia. Sebastian looked at the white creature standing elegantly and bent down carefully. Highwing seemed to immediately understand Sebastian was a good person who posed no harm and took a bow similarly. “It is very nice to meet you, Highwing. You are a beautiful creature,” he spoke softly and gently as he reached out to gently caress her in a friendly manner. Highwing allowed him to touch her gorgeous feathers, looking content. “I think she likes you, honey,” said Lia with a smile on her face. Sebastian smiled, feeling loved.

“And as I'm sure you already noticed, my magnificent Graphorns are over there: Lord of the Shore and Fortuna. They can be handfuls, but once you earn their trust, they are just playful puppies, really,” continued Lia as she pointed at the large mountain-dwelling beasts with a tough hide and two sharp horns. “Oh, and here is their baby! I have also had the chance to breed all my rescues in the Vivariums with Professor Weasley and Deek's help,” Lia explained as a tiny Graphorn offspring came closer to her all chippy. Sebastian looked at the Graphorns in awe. “A baby Graphorn is something I did not expect to see while we were here today, my love. It is so cute and adorable! It surely seems friendly already and I will definitely try to earn his trust and the trust of all of the other animals in here so that they would like me as well,” he said with a confident grin while looking at Lia in a loving way.

Lia smiled and continued while giving Sebastian a firming nod, “I just know that they will all love you. They can sense, you know, if we are good or bad. And they will all know that you are good, instantly.” Sebastian nodded back, repeating her words about him being good in his mind.

“There are two other Vivariums on this floor and another one downstairs. I have Puffeskins, Jobberknolls, Fwoopers and Unicorns in the Forest Vivarium, Mooncalves, Giant Purple Toads and Thestrals in the Swamp Vivarium, and Nifflers, Kneazles, and a Pheonix in the Grasslands Vivarium. I can't wait to introduce you to them, but I think we've seen quite a lot for a day. Shall we take a break?” Lia asked Sebastian softly with a gentle smile.

Sebastian looked back at Lia with kind and loving eyes. “I'd be happy to see the other magical beasts, my love. But yes, taking a break wouldn't be such a bad idea after what we have seen so far,” said Sebastian as he leaned down a bit and grabbed her hand.

“Let's sit down and relax a little. There is a perfect place just over there, away from these energetic beasts,” Lia said with a smile. She then took Sebastian to a hidden cliff with a very nice view of the coast just in the back of the Vivarium. “This is the place. Shall we sit and watch the ocean for a bit?” asked Lia as she took Sebastian's hand. “Indeed this seems like the best place to relax, my love.” He took a seat next to her and they leaned against the edge of the cliff to better view the ocean and enjoy the nice and fresh air.

Sebastian looked at her and smiled, caressing her hand lovingly. “This is truly the best way to relax, especially after what we just did,” he said in a soft and gentle voice, showing appreciation for this time that they have to wind down. Lia laughed, “It was a lot to take in, I'm sure.” Sebastian joined her laughter in agreement and continued, “It was most certainly a lot to take in, my love. But I loved every second of it.”

Lia smiled, hearing that her boyfriend enjoyed her little tour. “I was really happy to show you around the room. Thank you for taking a genuine interest in my passions, darling. I love you.” She rested her head on his shoulder, holding his hand. Sebastian put his hand on Lia’s and said, “I love you too. Very much.” 

After a few seconds, Sebastian looked at her and asked, “May I kiss you now, my love?” Lia giggled and answered, “Like you’d have to ask.” Sebastian smiled with happiness and gave her a warm kiss, with his other hand on her cheek. They sat there for a while, watching the waves come and go and hearing the chippy sounds of the beasts afar.

[bangtaninborderland]

Some gentleman prompts ideas:

1- roles reversed, the guys need to make reader do something with them without her knowing what but she's the one that have to initiate (like idk one of them gets the card 'pool sex + position' but the reader that needs to start the scene but they can't really do anything until then)

2- the guys need to act like one of them, like namjoon needs to act like jimin, or something like that and reader can't question "why r u behaving like that? You're acting strange"... the thing is they need to act like the other and make her go crazy with no second thoughts.

3- role-playing with a scenario/filming set and they need to perform a script and make the reader say or react with something the prompt card asks to.

4- something like wrestling fuck and the final winner gets to fuck the reader too???? 🤣

5- a masked ball where the guys need to fuck the reader without people finding, thought it would be cool to invite other people to join the party like the girls and other people in porn industry bc yeah gentlemen is a huge success!!!!!!

OH MY GOD YOU ARE A GENUIS WHOEVER YIU ARE YOU ARE NOW MY FAVOURITE PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD THIS IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD!!!

(If you’re comfortable please dm me so I can credit you properly for these ideas, I’m definitely using one or two of them (I won’t spoil it here but if you want to know which I’d be happy to tell you if you dm me))!!

These are so creative and fun I’m so glad there is readers like you who really enjoy tgm enough to come up with such fantastic ideas!! 💜💜💜

[lovesick-panmess]

It was a very slow recovery. Given the strain his body had been under for so long, it was inevitable. It gave the soft-shell too much time to think.

There are many things for Donnie to be angry about, the time wasted, that damn mystic spell that tapped him, the damaged done to not only himself but to his family (though that was all his fault, his fault, his fault). Still Donnie was likely most enraged by the fact that not all of his memories were present.

Listening to the recount as if he wasn't actucally there and only ever to look at half of the full picture, it felt maddening. The unspoken but palpable anguish in Leo's eyes, the hollow hiss of Mikey's reassurance tinged with the subtlety of his own invisible suffering, and Raph's intense but expressionless gazes revealed a great deal about his innermost feelings. The fact that Donnie was the one who caused his siblings to suffer made it much more agonizing to watch them go through it.

This was what the genuis was trying to avoid! Keeping it all a secret, attempting to dispose of the key...

Donatello was burdened by an overwhelming sense of guilt that he couldn't seem to escape. He had always been the one to find solutions, to fix things, but this time he had come up short. He had let down his brothers and his family. It was his responsibility, a miscalculation that he had no way of foreseeing, but that could not be justified.

He let out a sigh of frustration, hunching over as his body made it clear that he hadn't fully recovered to the point of indulging in self-pity. The relentless pounding in the back of his head seemed never-ending, and the harsh, blaring light inside the medbay only intensified the pain. He knew that if he called on his brothers, they would immediately rush to his help.

Just like they did on the other side of the lake, an endless cycle of support and protection. His family calling out to him against his own wrapped mind. The lake was convincing, made it all easier to pump Donnie up with lies. Made him eager to fight against them. Eager to do them harm.

No matter how much he wanted to avoid it, maybe he deserved to suffer alone this time.

Nevertheless, there was mercy somewhere out there, or Donnie had a shitton of good karma built up. Whichever it was, assistance arrived in the form of Raphael.

"Hey Dee..what's the matter? Are the lights bothering you again?" The gentle tone of the snapping turtle was comforting, as it was already relieving the pains that were about to overwhelm him. Donnie gives a sharp nod, prompting Raph to take action. "Okay, buddy. I've got you."

The room is elisped into darkness, he could hear the steady steps of his brother, no longer muffled by the grass or by the water. Words clog themselves deep within his throat, he doesn't know what to say, luckily with Raph he never needs to force himself. He feels the gentle hand on his head, "Don't worry about it Dee. Let's just relax and watch somethin."

Time passes, not that Donnie is really registering it, he's still not used to be so aware of it. He stares at the wall mostly and then at the screen. The headache is gone now and he feels well enough to actually sit up, he sees Raph briefly glance at him with a smile before turning his attention back to the movie. His big brother's body curled up at the edge, his tail swaying gently in rhythm with of soundtrack, creating a cozy atmosphere. The scene brings a sense of comfort and familiarity, reminding him of all the times they've spent together.

He enjoyed this kind of time with Raph, where there was no need for loud conversation between them. It brings warmth to the middle of his chest, filling him with a deep sense of contentment. As he watches Raph engrossed in the movie, he can't help but let his eyes wander, noting every scar and chip on the spiked shell.

It makes sense, as each mark tells a story of battles fought and victories won, reminding him of the strength and resilience that Raph possesses. The love his big brother feels to protect them with quite literally all his being, is immeasurable.

Donnie's eyes trail downward, to the side and notices a chip that wasn't there before, he feels his heart sinking. He forces himself, trying to rememeber any time before where Raph could have gotten it but it's hard when all the memories just show his brutality. The way he had mercilessly attacked his opponents (his brothers, it was only ever his brothers), leaving no room for lenience or compassion.

Donnie hugs his legs tightly to his chest, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of his painful realization. He mutters a soft 'sorry' that doesn't really sound like him, his throat dry and scratchy from the lack of talking. Raph looks over, confused while handing him a glass of water, "huh? What did you say, Dee?"

Donnie takes the glass, looks down at the sheets, and drinks greedily without saying a word. While setting the glass down and continuing to avoid making eye contact with his brother, he is aware of the lingering bitter taste of regret. "I said..I'm sorry.."

"Uh…For what?" Raph asked, having the absolute audacity to be confused, tilting down to properly face Donnie. Leave it to his brother, to not understand everything he's trying to apologize for and will have to keep apologizing till the end of time. For now though Donnie tries to keep it simple, his voice still low, "For the chip in your shell. I'm sorry."

Still looking bewildered, the snapping turtle keeps looking over at the ones he can see, which is making Donnie's heart hurt even more. The look on Raph's face changes to one of understanding and firmness as he says, "Donnie, that wasn't your fault." In a tone that almost makes Donnie believe it, but he doesn't, he can't.

"How is it not my fault?" Even though his hands were the ones responsible, Donnie's voice cracks as he searches for an answer within them. Even though tears are clouding his vision, he keeps going "I attacked you guys! Repeatedly. I broke Leo's wrist, I almost killed you guys on multiple occasions, I hurt you, I didn't-"

"Donnie. Stop." Raph interrupts, his voice trembling as he firmly grasps Donnie's shoulder, a strong and stabilizing grip, his face softening. "Stop, okay? That's not.." As Raph searches for the right things to say, he falters, his beak twisting. "You can't blame yourself for things that happned when you weren't in control!"

Distantly Donnie remembers a time where it was the other way around, where there was a door between them and all he could do was hope Raph was still listening. He wasn't good at these things like MIkey, but he can try. For Raph he would do the impossible. "It's not like you wanted to hurt us Raph!"

"You didn't want to do any of those things!" Donnie tries to shake the feeling of déjà vu as Raph goes on, "You were just- You just-" With his expression turning sour, Raph shifted his gaze from Donnie to the bed, closing his eyes and drawing his hands away. Donnie tries not to whine at the loss of touch, once again watching his brother suffer, "We know you would never hurt any of your little brothers, if you had a choice-" Raph's voice breaks, and the words he speaks are full of pain and understanding.

Raph appears to be terrified of something that isn't there when he opens his eyes again, as if he were lost at sea. "It's not…it wasn't your fault. Please Dee…" Silent grief floods the room, "don't say it was mine" remain unsaid. Donnie shuffles closer, head butting gently against Raph's plastron, "You're right. I shouldn't blame myself.." The mental assault of 'your fault, your fault, your fault' never stops, hypocrisy melting on his tongue.

"Thanks Raph." That he really does mean it, seeing Raph's trembling hands hesitating before they quickly wrap around him in a tight hug.

Maybe they'll both believe it one day.

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Thank you so much @tangledinink for letting me write this and inspiring me! I have been a silent viewer for a bit and glad to finally contribute in some way. I hope you enjoyed it as I did writing it! :) It was very fitting to listen to classical music while writing it haha

i wonder how guilty donnie will feel when he remembers attacking his brothers…..

he was going to. but then he decided against it.

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[separatist-apologist]

Hey! how’s it going? ❤️🤍

So, I think I have an idea but before I get started, is there a dream fic you would live and die for, or maybe a prompt they you’ve always wanted to read but never wanted to write? After all, I am here to try and make your Christmas wish come true. ✨

Much love, ss

Far be it from me to tell you what to do. You're the genuis, I am merely here to bask in it. What would you like writing, first of all?

[stardustprompts]

stick season  ( we’ll all be here forever )  -   noah kahan change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;  mental heath ,  alcoholism ,  death ,  suicidal references ,  language

‘if I get too close and I’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude.’

‘oh, I was raised out in the cold.’ 

‘as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.’ 

‘now i’m stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face.’ 

‘I am terrified of weather ‘cause I see you when it rains.’ 

‘I saw your mom she forgot that I existed.’ 

‘it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim.’

‘i’ll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose.’ 

‘now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do.’

‘so I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad that I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad.’

‘I am no longer funny ‘cause I miss the way you laugh.’ 

‘you once called me ‘forever’ now you still can’t call me back.’ 

‘I hope this pain’s just passing through, but I doubt it.’ 

‘I’m saying too much, but you know how it gets out here.’ 

‘no winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere.’ 

‘now I know your name but not who you are.’ 

‘it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.’

‘you got all my love.’

‘if you need me, dear, I’m the same as I was.’ 

‘write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be.’ 

‘you burrowed in, under my skin, what I’d give to have you out from me.’ 

‘but I still recall how the leather in your car feels.’ 

‘at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars heal.’ 

‘I swear I was scared to death.’ 

‘I’ll never let you go.’ 

‘everything’s alright when she calls me back.’ 

‘for bullshit, I do not have time.’ 

‘I don’t get much sleep most nights.’ 

‘I’ll love you when the oceans dry. I’ll love you when the rivers freeze.’ 

‘do you lie awake restless?’ 

‘oh, there was heaven in your eyes.’ 

‘I was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.’ 

‘i’m in the business of losing your interest and I turn a profit each time that we speak.’ 

‘come over.’ 

‘I was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad.’ 

‘my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.’ 

‘the dow jones keeps falling, but I promise you, with the view in the morning, you won’t ever go back.’ 

‘someday I’m gonna be somebody people want.’ 

‘you gave me your word, and now I can’t pronounce it.’ 

‘would we survive in a horror movie? I doubt it, we’re too slow moving. we trust everyone one we meet.’

‘we didn’t know that the sun was collapsing.’

‘I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.’ 

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.’

‘it’s been a long year.’

‘come over, the party’s gone slower. and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober.’ 

‘there’s orange juice in the kitchen. it’s yours if you want it.’ 

‘feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.’ 

‘why’d you go?’ 

‘I haven’t drank in six months on the dot.’ 

‘it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.’

‘don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?’

‘are we all just pulling you down?’ 

‘remember telling me that you thought you were cursed?’ 

‘I’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.’ 

‘if I could lose you, I would.’ 

‘those things I miss, but know are never coming back.’ 

‘no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft and sentimental like a stranger in the park.’ 

‘if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we’d fit.’ 

‘I’m still angry at my parents, for what their parents did to them.’ 

‘I ignore things, and I move sideways ‘til I forget what I felt in the first place.’

‘at the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.’

‘I’m terrified that I might never have met me.’ 

‘if my engine works perfect on empty, I guess I’ll drive.’ 

‘why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be, keeps rushing me.’ 

‘if all my life was wasted, I don’t mind, I’ll watch it go.’ 

‘it’s better to die numb than to feel it all.’ 

‘I drink ‘til I drown, and I smoke ‘til I’m burning.’ 

‘I worry for you, you worry for me. and it’s fine if we know we won’t change.’ 

‘the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in. the bridges have long since been burnt.’ 

‘it’s not halloween but the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt.’ 

‘I know that you fear that I’m wicked and weary.’ 

‘I know that you’re fearing the end.’

‘I only tell truth when I’m sure that I’m lying.’

‘the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.’ 

‘time moves so damn slow, I swear I feel my organs failing.’ 

‘I stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing.’

‘I would leave if only I could find a reason.’  

‘I got dreams, but I can’t make myself believe them.’

‘spend the rest of my life with what could’ve been.’ 

‘I will die in the house that I grew up in.’ 

‘I don’t wanna say goodbye.’

‘it only falls into place when you’re falling to pieces.’

‘it’s like i’m still here with you.’ 

‘the past is coming back with the light in the morning.’ 

‘can I fix what is broken?’ 

‘for a minute, the world seems so simple.’

‘I am not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again.’

‘it’s all washing over me, I’m angry again.’ 

‘who was I to watch you wilt?’ 

‘you’ll always be a flower on my skin.’ 

‘I promise to be there this time, alright?’ 

‘I’m naming the stars in the sky after you.’ 

‘I spiral out, try and float.’ 

‘i’m remembering I promised to forget you now.’

‘it’s raining and I’m calling drunk.’ 

‘am I honest still?’ 

‘am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it.’ 

‘I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know.’ 

‘I’ll die for you.’ 

‘I’m untethering from the part of me you’d recognize.’

‘I’ll let the pain metastasize.’

‘I gave your name as my emergency phone call. it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up.’ 

‘it just ain’t that simple, it never was.’ 

‘I’m not from around here.’

‘i’ll turn up the music and I’ll forget until it ends, that I’m not ready to let go yet.’

‘it’s typical, I fear. folks just disappear.’ 

‘if I could leave, I would’ve already left.’ 

‘I pull no punches, then I feel bad for months.’ 

‘I finally got sewed up, set a time, then I showed up. now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.’ 

‘I saw the end, it looks just like the middle.’ 

‘I filled the hole in my head with prescription medications and I forgot how to cry.’ 

‘who am I to complain?’ 

‘now the pain’s different, it still exists, it just escapes different.’ 

‘I can finally eat and I can fall asleep, it’s fine.’

‘oh, you’re spiraling again.’ 

‘don’t let this darkness fool you. all lights turned off can be turned on.’ 

‘I’ll drive all night. I’ll call your mom.’ 

‘don’t be discouraged. I’ve been exactly where you are.’ 

‘if you could see yourself like this, you’d have never tried it.’ 

‘don’t want to drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing.’ 

‘won’t you stay with me?’ 

‘this is good land, or at least it was.’ 

‘it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.’ 

‘you’re the greatest thing I’ve lost.’ 

‘we ain’t angry at you, we’ll be waiting for you.’ 

we’ll all be here forever.’ 

‘we’re overdue for a revival. we spent so long just getting by.’ 

‘that’s the thing about survival. who the hell likes living just to die?’ 

‘you’re gonna go far.’ 

[misssophiachase]

Caroline's ex sells her stuff and klaus ends up buying a painting that was a heirloom. Caroline tracks him down.

In Loving Memory

Thanks luv! What an amazeballs prompt, I hope I did it justice : )

Sante Fe, New Mexico - 106 degrees

To say Caroline Forbes was a little frustrated was an understatement. Canyon Road seemed to stretch for dusty, red miles and one art galley seemed to turn into another. Pity none of the ones she’d already passed were her destination and the fact the weather was a dry 100 plus degrees and steadily climbing was doing nothing to help the situation.

Granted, yes, she was a highly strung individual but after searching for months and making the long trip from mild Boston to claim what was rightfully hers, Caroline figured she’d been unusually patient. Now was the point she was beginning to lose it. 

“Looks like you could use some water,” an unexpected voice said under the verandah. She stared blankly at the stranger, a little girl with messy, blonde pigtails and big, brown eyes. “You know agua?” She persisted, pretending to drink from her hand. 

“I’m..” she paused, her eyes landing on the street number and realising this was her destination. Finally. “Actually, yes, that would be nice.” The girl gestured for her to come forward, excitedly waving her hand and racing inside.    

She ascended the four steps and followed her inside, the cool breeze from the air conditioner welcome in her current frazzled state. The floors were polished hardwood and the walls littered with paintings, not that she was expecting any less. She was taken aback by just how stunning they were. Each landscape and portrait seemed to come to life in front of her eyes. 

Caroline shook her head, telling herself that she was here for a purpose. Unfortunately she hadn’t managed to find what she was looking for on the walls. 

“Here.” The little girl interrupted, shoving the glass into her hands. She sent her a small smile and took a sip, relishing in the relief she felt as it cascaded down her dry throat. 

“Thank you…”

“Lexi,” she finished. “That’s my name.”

“Well, hello there Lexi,” she offered her free hand and shook her tiny one gently. 

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Caroline,” she explained. “I’m actually looking for someone. I was wondering if you could help me?”

“Who?”

“Niklaus Mikaleson, do you happen to know him?” The little girl giggled mischievously, her cheeks colouring slightly. 

“That’s my dad but most people call him Klaus. Well, except for my Aunt Rebekah when she’s mad and my Uncle Kol when he’s teasing and my Uncle Elijah pretty much all the time.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a big family there,” she chuckled as the little girl nodded, her pigtails bobbing up and down. She’d arrived in such a hostile mood but for some reason this little girl bearing agua had made her decidedly less grouchy. “So, where is your dad?”

“He’s out the back, painting again.”

“You mean he did all of these?” She squeaked, taking in the combined beauty of the surrounding artwork. 

“Pretty much, dad says it makes him feel good.” Caroline wished at that point she had something to make her feel good. Lexi took her hand unexpectedly and lead her through the hall and into a Spanish style courtyard. If the scenery over the valley from this vantage point didn’t take her breath away the man standing by the easel did. 

He was staring intently at the canvas, paintbrush in hand. If the crimson lips, stubble and dimples weren’t enough of a distraction, his white shirt was only half buttoned, a toned chest peeking out from within.  

“Dad!” Lexi yelled, breaking not only her trance but his obviously. His blue eyes flickered over her body curiously. Caroline suddenly feeling a little underdressed in her short, floral dress.  

“Let me guess, she lured you in with that whole water excuse?” He asked, pointing to the empty glass in her hand. 

“I was thirsty,” she offered a little defensively, wondering where her bold, negotiating skills had disappeared. Maybe if he’d just do up a few more buttons she could retrieve them. 

“This is my daughter’s ploy to try and bring in extra business,” he explained, giving Lexi a knowing look. “I’ve told her it’s incredibly misleading.”

“What does misleading mean?”

“You know exactly what it means,” he chided. “You’ve been around Aunt Rebekah for too long.”

“The one who calls you Niklaus when she’s mad?” Caroline asked, noting the slight blush that crossed his face. Like father, like daughter. 

“Did I mention that my daughter loves to talk?” Lexi gave an exasperated sigh. 

“I don’t know, she seems to be the best asset you’ve got,” Caroline grinned, sending Lexi a knowing smile. 

“Ouch,” he groaned, thumping his bare chest and pretending to be wounded. “Any chance you could get me a glass of water, sweetheart?” She regarded him dubiously before running back inside. 

“I think someone is intimidated by his own daughter,” Caroline raised her eyebrows. 

“You don’t know the half of it,” he sighed, placing his brush on the nearby table and moving towards her. “Is there something I can help you with, love?”

“I’m looking for a painting.”

“Well, you came to the right place,” he smirked, wiping his paint stained hands on his jeans. “Anything in particular that took your fancy?”  

“Actually something has,” she began trying to ignore his increasingly close proximity. “But it doesn’t seem to be here.” He looked at her quizzically. 

“Well, then I’m not sure I can help you then,” he shot back, his tone telling her that she’d offended him. 

“These artworks are beautiful,” she said, attempting to placate him. Given she wanted something, offending the owner of her much loved painting wasn’t the best way to go about it.

“Okay, what do you really want then?” He asked slyly, almost like he could read her mind. 

“The Bill Forbes original,” she managed to utter, her father’s name still causing numbness. “It should be mine.”

“I’m sorry?” He asked, taking a seat at the nearby table. “Last time I checked, I paid handsomely for that painting.”

“I know,” she conceded, joining him on the other side. “But I’m willing to buy it for whatever price.”

“If I could give you any tips, I’d suggest you don’t offer anything, you know it’s called bartering.” She didn’t respond immediately, in fact she was madly trying to keep her composure. This ass had no idea what this painting meant to her but she wanted it back. Caroline wasn’t quite sure she could live without it in her life, it meant too much.

“How about we cut the bullshit,” she muttered in frustration. “I’ve travelled all the way from Boston. Just tell me how much you want?”

“I’m sorry you’ve come so far, Miss, but that painting isn’t and never will be for sale.”

“But I need it,” she implored, her blue eyes boring into his. As if the struggle to find the painting hadn’t been enough but now she had to endure another setback. It was almost too much to comprehend. 

“Why?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you seem extremely attached to it and I’m wondering why?”

“I am,” she rasped almost helplessly. “If you insist on goading me then I’ll tell you. Bill Forbes was my father.”

“You mean?” He asked, clearly shocked and leaning forward in his chair. “The little girl in the painting is…”

“Me.” Caroline was on the verge of crying but for some reason she didn’t want him to see that so kept her eyes downcast. 

“But why…”

“Don’t I have the painting?”  She asked, predicting his question. “Someone sold it without my knowledge.”

“But how?”

“My ex boyfriend Stefan thought it would be a novel thing to do seeing as I called it quits. Funny joke, hey?” She could feel a hot, salty tear followed by another running down her cheeks. So much for keeping her composure. “And I’ve been trying to get it back ever since.”

“Now I understand,” he murmured, his hand reaching out for hers. Caroline would never forget the feeling of his rough and calloused fingers on her skin. “And not just because your ex-boyfriend is a serious ass.“

“That’s putting it nicely,” she muttered.

“But just so you know, I’m going to need some identification for handover. As much as I love my daughter’s intuition, she’s only six.”

Caroline wiped the tears from her eyes and finally met his gaze, even through the waterworks, she knew he was being sincere. “How much do you want?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “But how about a date?” 

“Seriously?”

“I’m deathly serious,” he smirked, squeezing her hand. “I haven’t been on one in over six years so if you could show me the ropes, I’d appreciate it. If not for me then my nosy siblings and daughter.”

“I suppose that could be arranged,” Caroline grinned, realising that if his hand stayed on hers forever she wouldn’t mind. “But I’m curious.”

“About?”

“Why did you want that painting so badly?”

“That father-daughter moment reminded me so much of me and Lexi,” he admitted, his hand still firmly placed upon hers. “I didn’t want to forget the way she looked at me so adoringly and that picture was exactly what I needed to know even if she grows up we’ll still share that moment.”

“The terrible teens?” Caroline joked. “Okay, so how about we organise a sharing arrangement?” She proposed, her fingers exploring his skin freely now.

“Between Massachusetts and New Mexico?” He baulked.

“I’m sure we can make it work somehow.” Their hands were now firmly entwined and for some reason it didn’t feel like that bond could ever be broken. 

Turns out it wasn’t that difficult to manage especially with the little girl that brought them together unbeknownst to them. Lexi loved to claim credit and funnily enough no one was going to argue. The painting that brought them together was hung in pride of place and, believe it or not, they lived happily ever after.  

[waluigi-haunts-me]

22:57

the    time          is            ticking                    away.

away, away, away. the aways are so busy in my head i can’t stop them coming. of course its not the aways that are flurrying like smoke, or sobriety. it’s time.

loud like that song i used to like, like na na na (na na na na na) (there were more nas though, buckets and buckets of ‘em) that was dystopian, and colorful, sandy

and light.

there’s new dystopia now. wait, no. no, its older, older than the song (but i found it later). women in red and blue and coloured lines. the econowives, they sound metallic, of coins scratching against walls, against bars. and that’s colourful too, but a different kind of colourful. the vibrancy doesn’t spill over the edges, doesn’t merge. the greyness spills over into life, though. that is assured. and it isn’t emo boys screaming into microphones any more.

its steady time dancing by candlelight, dancing its life away. its afro braids, and blonde highlights withering grey with silence together time is passing, waiting for tongues; teeth. instead eyes flicker betraying placid smiles, teetering on some knife’s edge, some cliff.

                          its                    23:16              now.      losing time. time to talk.

there’s only rabbit hole        after rabbit hole in talk. some dark massless place.        only futility.               futility? the silence is louder aboveground somehow.

and so i step up, into the darkness within;                                                            or else,

                                                                      the light.

[birthdaytoast]

Taking drabble and sketch prompts

Me and @autisticzukka / @ang3lba3 are taking zukka drabble writing prompts and I’m taking doodle prompts! Hit me up!