#miniprompt

[twola]

Just my favourite thing about Arthur is how he rests his hand on his belt like yessssss sassy pose!!!

Stance

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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A wet shirt hits you in the face. You sputter, peeling it off of you and turn back toward the wash bin from where your attention had pulled you away.

Karen sits across from you with a self-righteous grin, elbow deep in the murky water. Mary Beth covers her mouth to laugh as she is pinning a pair of pants on the line strung from the wagon to a nearby tree branch.

“The hell was that for?” You grumble, wiping your face with the sleeve of your blouse.

“You should try bein’ more subtle bout the fact you’re sleepin’ with him?” Karen states with a sly grin.

You sputter again, your face going crimson, “I-I’m not, we’re not-”

Karen tilts her head as if she’s going to scold you. “Wasn’t born yesterday, sweetheart.”

You let out a sigh, blush still staining your cheeks. You know you’ve been caught, “Ugh, how do you know that?”

Mary Beth slinks over toward the tub to whisper between the two of you, “The way you’re staring at that gunbelt round his hips doesn’t do you any favors.”

Karen bursts into laughter, “Like a damn cat in heat you are.”

As if it was possible to get any redder, you do, immediately staring down into the water as you scrub even harder at the piece of laundry in your hands.

As the two girls laugh amongst themselves, you steal a look back toward Dutch’s tent, trying not to be as obvious this time. Arthur stands talking to Dutch, cigarette in one hand, the other resting upon the large buckle of the gunbelt slung low on his hips.

Turning back to the laundry, you cannot help but to smile to yourself. Sure, you’d have to endure their teasing, but it wasn’t so bad in the grand scheme of things.

Not when you’d be able to take that gunbelt off of him later tonight.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Grinding through clothes and having to be quiet with Arthur for your little writing sprint? 🤲 (gn?)

OOOOhh yes anon, I have such a kink for this and I will definitely do it justice! Got a little carried away!

(I'm going to publish a few last mini prompts answer this weekend!! Don't worry if your ask isn't answered yet, it's coming soon! 🫶🏼)

The way Arthur handles you tonight is almost too much for you.

Just at the edge of camp, while everyone was busy celebrating Jack's reunion with the gang, Arthur had been quick to steal you away from the festivities and pin you against one of Shady Belle's old walls, barely hidden from everyone. The way he holds you up against it is almost ridiculously easy for him, as if lifting up a bunch of feathers; his hips settled between your legs, arms strongly holding them up and open, you're trapped between this eager furnace of a man and the coldness of the shabby wood against your back.

"H-how many did you had, Arthur?"

"Not that much... Just enough to give me the balls to man up and have my way with ya." He smiles at himself, pathetic bastard. "Not enough to make me forget about all this tomorrow morning, though..." He assures, voice a rough whisper, his lips crashing against yours in a deep and direct kiss, humming when he feels their soft plumpness.

He can't help it, you're just so pretty, so perfect, and tonight, after feeling the sting of saving the son of someone else to reunite a family that wasn't his, to be forced to only observe the love and fulfillment only a blood link could bring, never able to feel it anymore, he couldn't hold himself; craving. Craving for some kind of attention, any kind, from you.

He's already hard in his jeans, he has been for a long moment to be honest, since he saw that grin of yours he loved so dear, since you had whispered those filthy, teasing things into his ears right by the campfire, knowing damn well what you were doing. You should have seen it coming. His hips starts to press against your core, and with your thighs open and your dress pulled up, you can feel the hard line of his shaft grind aaall against your pussy in a long, deliberate movement.

"Oh!" You can't help but moan at it, your hands locking on his shoulders, trying to hold on to something, anything, to keep yourself grounded on Earth.

"Tut-tut, girl, you gotta keep quiet," He reminds you, a smug smirk on his lips, so fucking pleased with himself. He instantly rocks hismelf against you again, his clothed cock rubbing right where you need it against your pulsing clit, the tightness of his jeans emphasizing the hardness and pression of it against the fabric of your undergarments.

You can't stop yourself. You try to muffle it, but another sigh of pleasure is quickly turning into a whine, and he grunts, more quietly than you, barely a pleased exhale.

"What did I jus' say, hm? You want one of these fools come walkin' on us, uh? S'at what you want?"

"It's not that easy!" You protest, voice low but indignated. Wanting to prove your point, you suddenly aim for his neck, lips attacking his flesh, tongue and mouth suckling at his scarred skin, and this time, you're the one grinding your wet core against him.

And feeling you doing it to him, oh Lord, it's a whole other thing. Arthur is losing all sense of decency. He moans like he's been hit by a bullet, sinful hands sliding to your ass, grabbing each cheek with one hand, pressing you even more against him, encouraging your movement.

"S-see? Who's making noise, now?" You tease him with a triumphant smile, still whispering.

"Shut up," He growls, unable to resist anything anymore and hating himself for being that weak. He looks at you, angry stare mixed with so much desperation and lust that the whole world's limits are blurred. Without any more warning, he bends his head to yours and searches for another kiss, tongue sliding against yours, both of your tastes blending, the borders between you and him collapsing even further.

Accompanying the kiss, your body naturally rubs against his in a sensual, demanding move, and he responds instantly. It's a long moment of your two sexs grinding against the other, muffled moans mixed with a few loud pants and groans, Arthur wincing at the pain the frabic is causing him on his cockhead but not stopping for the wolrd, you moaning more and more as his large cock presses and grinds and rubs hardly against your clit. It's almost a competition now, seeing who would pull out the biggest sound from the other.

"Oh, for God's sake, Arthur you have an actual room for this now! Use the damn thing, goddamn it!" Hosea's paternal voice cuts through the air and stops your unholy throes of passion.

The outlaw in question grumbles as all answer, slipping his arms under your legs and lifting you up from the wall in a quick jump, marching as fast as he can inside the sheltering mansion.

There, at least, he would be able to take all the time he needs to treat you like you deserved, and make you pay for those cheeky moves of yours.

[brudberg1]

Moonmind

Moving myselfwaltzing to melodiesmoonmindedmindlessly mesmerisedlunaticked wolflikehowling the huesof silver on cobalttransfixedin her gazeI am tethered to sequinsher luster, her sheenmy madam forevermy midnight, my moon. The Wandering Moon – William Blake Today Mish hosts dVerse Open Link, and she has offered us the miniprompt to use the miniprompt with the moon and two different pictures. My…

[cyber-streak-2]

Seguestions for easy to run event for the 1K mile stone. You've mentioned having stuff going on irl. Assuming you want to. There's no obligation to do a milestone event.

One word miniprompts- character + word and 100-200 words if what you associate with the word. Kinda like apples to apples. Eg Fucrum + sourdough = A paragraph of ya boi going geting verklempt over the fact humans use wild micro organism to make their food when chemical or even domesticated microbes are available.

Run a raffle for a fic or two. Maybe for one 1K, and 2 5k

Run an in character AMA. Give a list of questions and a list of characters and ask for folks to pick a question or two for the character. Set a limit on the number of times you'll answer for a specific character or question then edit the post to strike them out once you've reached the limit.

Hope this is helpful

Ooh, those seem kind of fun to do, maybe I’ll do one of those later. Thanks.

[tabbykatsplayground]

It's the day before the event! As a reminder Prompt 1 is about favorites! I realized I should have clarified it, but you don't have to do the miniprompts in order! You can do favorite pairings first and favorite characters second.

If you happen to share with others, and they don't happen to have a Tumblr or toyhou.se account, please let me know how to credit them! I'll also be putting down the TKP discord server for this, too. I'll see you there!

WEEKS OF TABBYKAT'S 2025! (MAY 26 - JUNE 6!)

In celebration for the fourth year anniversary of TabbyKat's Playground, I decided to make one of those week prompts for it! Here's a rundown of some of the directions. All links involved will be shown in a different rb!

Tag @tabbykatsplayground for your submissions, submit to the blog's submission box, or tag the tab + any characters drawn on toyhou.se!

Each prompt goes over two days with two prompts, where participants can choose between one or both!

Any kind of media (minus AI, obviously) is allowed! Drawings, writing, moodboards, etc... if you think you can fit it to the prompt, you can do it!

Any amount of progress is allowed, as well. Sketches and drafts are fine to submit!

Now, prompt explanations!

PROMPT 1 - FAVORITES (MAY 26 - 27)

Pretty simple! Choose your favorite character(s) or pairing!

Pairings do NOT have to mean specifically romantic, nor do they have to be a pair!

PROMPT 2 - SCENES (MAY 28 - 29)

Choose any scene from the stories to recreate.

Alternatively, create a fake scene from TabbyKat's Tech!

PROMPT 3 - AUs (MAY 30 - 31)

Ever wanted to put TKP characters in another universe, or put unrelated characters in TabbyKat's Playground? Now's your chance!

Alternatively, you can make Vinnie a very happy purple guy and inflict any kind of AU you want on TKP.

PROMPT 4 - WORKING AT TABBYKAT'S (JUNE 1 - JUNE 2)

Put yourself or an OC to work at TabbyKat's! A reference of work outfits is in the "Stories from TabbyKat's" entry.

Alternatively, make something revolving a day at TabbyKat's!

PROMPT 5 - FREE DAY! (JUNE 3 - 4)

Self-explanatory! You can create whatever you want that's TKP related.

If you still need any suggestions, here's some: a new outfit for a TKP character, a headcanon(s) you have, a new head for Kale, making a TKP OC... etc!

PROMPT 6 - BIRTHDAY (JUNE 5 - 6)

Either celebrate TKP's 4th anniversary, or celebrate Charon's birthday!

Both fall on June 6, so the whole two days could be used to work on both!

[the-element-siren]

Tiny Darklina Prompt

Sorry for spoilers

When Alina kills Aleksander at the end of Ruin and Rising, he wakes ups on the day that he creates the Fold. Now with a chance to change things, what does he do different?

[omegadeanlovesalphacas]

For the miniprompt how about Cas fucking Dean in a glass elevator at his work?

Oh fuck that sounds lovely.

[hellenictabletalk]

Mid-Month Mini-Prompt!

The mid-month mini-prompt for June is a pretty simple, and hopefully fun one, just so everyone can dip their toes in and start to get a feel for this. This month, we’re asking everyone to tell us what your favorite myth is. It can be a classic, or something modern; about any of the Theoi. 

Submissions and reblogs are preferred, but you can also @ us or tag us in your posts!

[dinlukepositivityweek]

New monthly mini-prompts will also be announced in a few days!

Again these are just for some quick warmups to the main event, but if you're on a roll with your miniprompt project you're 100% okay to turn it in late. Just be sure to tag us when you're done!

[op-sheepy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Portgas D. Ace/Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Portgas D. Ace, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Penguin (One Piece), Shachi (One Piece) Additional Tags: AceLaw Mini Prompts Series: Part 3 of AceLaw Mini Prompts Summary:

A question is asked within a request revisited

For AceLaw Week Mini Prompt #3: Trust

For @acelaw-week's mini-prompt "Trust."

A lot late but here’s the next in the AceLaw miniprompt drabble series. The rest to follow.

[twola]

your last rb… there’s something about an angry arthur, covered in dirt and sweat, dirtying his sweet s/o’s blouse and skirts as he rips them from her body so he can ease his frustrations with her 😩

His hands are shaking. He shouldn’t be surprised, with the simmering anger still pulsing beneath his skin.

Goddamn Micah.

The coach that slimy snake was so damn desperate to hit sure as hell wasn't worth the take. Sixty bucks? Certainly not worth the the dead bodies strewn around the road. Not worth getting bucked from his horse and tearing his damn shirt and goddamn it all, he hates that sonovabitch.

It's a good thing its so late, by the time they got back to the camp, most people had turned in for the night. Arthur stalks over toward his wagon and cot and strips his gun belt from his hips, tossing it on his cot along with his worn old hat. His satchel hits the floor. He grinds his teeth as he runs one hand through his hair, absentmindedly thinking that he needs to see a barber soon.

Like a livewire, angry energy pulses through his blood - there was no way he'd be able to sleep anytime soon. Groaning in frustration, he kicks the ground under his boots and leaves the yellow-orange glow of the lantern hanging from the wagon above his cot. Moving toward the woodline, he pulls a pack of cigarettes from pants pocket, having tucked them and a book of matches in before leaving his cot.

By the time he reaches a large oak tree to lean against a bit further away from camp, he's puffing large clouds of smoke from between his lips, the cigarette doing nothing to calm him down.

Goddamn Micah.

"Arthur?"

He breathes out another plume of smoke before tossing the cigarette to the ground, putting it out under his boot before looking up.

You stand a few yards away from him, wringing your hands and having a concerned look on your face. Worry is etched into your features as you eye him up and down.

Goddamn Micah. Now his frustration over this damn job has gotten you worried, the last thing he ever wants to do.

"Are you alright, love?" You ask softly, your voice higher pitched than normal as you take a hesitant step toward him, like a newborn lamb, afraid and fearful of the wolf that he his.

"M' fine." He grits out, unable to hide the hardness in his glare as he meets your eyes. You flinch, radiating discomfort as you come closer, braving the snarling of the wolf you've tied yourself to - knowing that he is not all harshness and sharp teeth.

"C'mere." He drawls lowly, holding out his arm toward you, knowing that you're dubious in your approach.

But approach you do, and he slides his hand around your small waist, absentmindedly noting that you need some more meat on your bones. He heaves you against him the last half step between you, and you stumble slightly before you are secure in his embrace, one large arm locking you in against him.

He knows he's dirtying your blouse, a faded pink that does not stand up to the dirt and grime painted over his blue workshirt, but right now, he couldn't care, closing his eyes and placing his chin on the top of your head, trying to assuage the aggravation in his blood. Your small hands press against his chest lightly as you situate yourself in his embrace, and your movement only stands to heat his blood further.

His hand moves from your waist, down, down to your rear, where he takes an entire handful of your ass as you yelp in surprise, clutching at his shirt as you push against him completely, continuing to stoke him.

Sometimes, there is a part of him that hates the idea of sullying you so - he's brash and dirty and an outlaw - you're meek and quiet and pickpocket when needed, your doe eyes seducing men with their innocence. But lord, when he strips you down and gets you beneath him, the sounds you make are downright filthy, rivaling far-flung whores he's seen over the years across the west.

Goddamn Micah. The heat in his blood and your body against him, he knew, he knew that the only way to power through this frustration was to bury himself inside you. His head moves further downward, nipping at your neck as you yelp again, jolting in his arm and fully pressing yourself against him. You shiver as he kneads your ass cheek, the long, hard line of him pressed against your stomach as he groans into the damp skin of your neck.

"Fuck, darlin'-" Arthur moves up toward your ear, whispering breathily in low tones that make you shiver again, "Lemme have you, right here."

"H-here?" You ask, turning your face toward his and he muffles any further question as he shoves his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth.

God, you sweet little thing. You never tell him no. You give a little sigh into his mouth and lean into him, giving your approval with a small press of your belly against his hardness, to which Arthur takes complete advantage.

Your pretty clothes, that dusty pink blouse and light grey skirt, pressed against his dirt stained outfit, they will need laundering right away. One of Arthur's hands yanks at the ties of your skirt, and with a bit of finessing, it falls to the ground as he pushes you back slightly, your eyes lust-blown and your lips swollen as he pulls at the hem of your blouse, pulling it up your midriff, up and over your breasts, and over your shoulders as you hold your arms up for him to strip it off you completely.

Arthur pants against you as he takes you in, shielded from his eyes only by a gauzy chemise. Your hands, floating to his pectorals, slowly trace downward, over the muscle of his belly before your fingers land on the buttons of his trousers, his cock pulsing beneath the denim.

He gathers your chemise upward from the waist, pulling it up and over your drawers, and he quickly pushes them downward to pool around your ankles, leaving you completely bare beneath your belly.

You blink up at him, as he returns to kneading your ass with one hand. He breathes heavily out of his nose as his other hand grasps your waist roughly.

"On your knees, little darlin'." Arthur rumbles, pleased when you nod and start to sink to your knees. For the first time tonight, the hint of a smile crosses his face as he quickly reaches toward the buttons of his trousers.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

i neeeed drunk arthur sneaking into reader’s tent for your writing sprint!! 🫶🫶🫶 all the fluff and arthur being touchy yet uncoordinated

Haha this one is so sweet and fun!! Loved writing it!! Thank you so much for your ask, little anon 🫶

A close sound suddenly pulls you out of Moprheus's realm, the darkness of the night still deep and thick as your eyes struggle to open. There's definitely someone outside your tent, a blurred form moving at the entrance.

The flaps suddenly open as the person stumbles inside, boots bumping into the little piece of furniture you use as a dressing table, dragging your belongings down with it. You hear the intruder curse an annoyed "Ah, shit!" and mumble an unaudible complaint.

"Arthur, is that you, honey?" You manage to ask in a sleepy voice, amusement starting to creep onto your face as you're realising what's happening. The outlaw snaps his head in your direction, and you catch his toothy smile even in the obscurity.

"Dar -hic!- ling! I didn't want t-to wake ya up."

He instantly let all the objects he had gathered to clean up his mess go, your little mirror crashing onto the ground. You sigh in a half-amused, half-desperate way. He is so drunk. "It's okay, big boy, come here." You whisper to him, pulling up your blanket and opening your arms.

Arthur doesn't even bother (or remember) to undress. He walks with difficulty to your cot, tripping at every step, hat falling on the ground during his final swing to you. He collapses almost entirely on you and instantly nestles his head into the crook of your neck, his burning body pressed against yours as your arms close their embrace around him. He's all messy and clumsy, the opposite of his usual attentive and restrained self, almost crushing you under him. You can still feel his huge torso hiccup and one of his legs is hanging off the bed. He speaks against your neck, the sound entirely muffled, and you assume by his intonation that he had said he loved you.

"Love you too, sweetie." You coo to him fondly. One of his hands not so subtly reaches for your chest, grabbing one breast and sighing contently. By the weight of him on your chest, you can feel he's already almost asleep, feeling his beatific smile on his face against your skin.

His snoring and heat soon accompany you back to sleep, too.

[whorphydice]

Miniprompt: Ophelia’s first date and how Orpheus and Eurydice react

BUT BUT BUT OPHELIA DOESNT DATE SHE HAS A FEW HOOK UPS BUT DOESNT DATE (thanks persephone for scaring her away)

[ikesenlemonadestandstories]

Merino

A big thank you to everyone who sent in prompt ideas for me for the 600 follower give-away! I had a blast and I hope you did too! Feel free to check out my Master List for all of my other Ikesen works. 

Prompt from Nonny: MINIPROMPTS!!! Can I request Mitsubun with feeling something ridiculously soft or fluffy?

I’ve been a touch under the weather so it took a little longer than I would have liked to get this out to you but here it is! I hope you enjoy!

Happy reading fam!

T~

Merino

You were deep into winter and Kyoto had grown so cold you had finally decided to pull out the flannel bed sheets, the merino wool throw, and the softest onesies you owned. It was the best you could do to try and make sleeping a little more comfortable since the heat in the building was out, and while it was better, it still wasn’t the best.

By the time Mitsunari managed to make it home you were already nose deep in the pile of extra soft fabrics curled up with his cat. There was a moment's pause as he stepped closer to the bed before a sweet smile took over his features.

“You look warm,” Mitsunari said as he placed a hand on your head, running his cool fingers through your hair.

“Not nearly warm enough.” You found yourself speaking louder than usual to fight the muffle of the blankets as you rested your head against his hand. “Come join me? You look chilled. I left out some PJ’s for you over there on the heater.”

Quickly Mitsunari took off the simple sweats he had himself dressed in to visit the library and stepped into the onesie, eyes growing wide as he zipped it up. “(YN), this is so soft.”

Mitsunari stood stock still in the middle of the room, slowly running his hands up his own torso. You gave him a cute giggle as you pulled your arms from your burrow. “If you think that’s soft you have to come here and feel all of these blankets.”

Snapping out of his reverie Mitsunari wandered to the bed as you lifted the soft and heavy blankets up, he stood and waited while you wiggled over to the side to make room for him. Gingerly he slid in where your hand patted at the bed as his face went blank.

“Mitsunari, babe? You okay?” You asked, a little unnerved by his silence. You had seen him zone out before, but usually, it was with a book, or something he could engage in, never like this.  Cautiously you carded a hand through his bangs, brushing your fingertips against his forehead before you dragged them down his cheek.

He hummed a quiet yes as he leaned into your touch, falling forward until the both of you were a tangled mess of limbs and fuzzy fabric. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so soft before.” Mitsunari’s eyes were wide with astonishment as he nuzzled in closer to you, planting a kiss to your forehead. “It’s almost as nice as your hair.”

You felt yourself stutter and flush a deep crimson at the compliment, quickly burning our face against his chest as you let out a “thank you.” only to have it muffled by your position. It wasn’t long after that the two of you dozed off, curled up with one another.

[timelessmulder]

miniprompt: the lost light crew goes to the space carnival. what disasters occur?

The fact there hadn’t been a rule about Brainstorm being allowed to wander a carnival was a little astounding, but in the long term it did not seem to matter much.

As the crew explored, each in their holomatter avatars, Rodimus spotted Brainstorm at a shooting game, flanked by both Percy and Nautica. The two were looking over his shoulder, as he fiddled with the cheap plastic gun before pressing it into Percy’s hands. The man, whatever species of alien he was, stared at the group and Rodimus thought, for just a moment, that maybe. Just maybe. He should intervene. But he was just so curious.

Percy, ex-sniper of the Wreckers, lifted the gun. Adjusted for the fact he wasn’t holding a rifle. Fired. And missed.

There was a distinct shout of “This is rigged!” from Nautica, and the guy behind the booth just shrugged.

“Maybe your friend isn’t that great a shot,” he shot back.

“He’s a sniper!” Nautica said. That was Rodimus’ cue.

He pushed towards them, placing a hand on both Nautica and Brainstorm’s shoulders.

“Guys, I really don’t want to get banned from another carnival.”

[whetstonefires]

do you have any fics involving tim drake in the works? also, what type of miniprompts would you like to recieve (ex: one word, sentence, premise outline, dialogue snippet,etc.)?

*dying moose sound* Okay so here’s the thing. I keep writing stuff about Tim and then being profoundly dissatisfied with it. Perfect becomes the enemy of good!

Tim’s character core kept getting revised as he aged; he was often being written simultaneously by three different writers who weren’t always checking each other’s work, they made him blatantly a neglect victim and accurately portrayed many of the results in his behavior, and then consistently denied that this was a thing. And in his last few years as Robin they took him straight up off the rails, so I have a very hard time feeling like any characterization of him really gets him. There’s always something missing.

So, yes, and yet. So little makes it to completion.Having very little experience writing to prompts, though I’ve always thought it looked fun, I can only say that a premise outline that doesn’t leave me something to solve is very unlikely to work for me. Like, if you give me a premise and I have to figure out how even, I could work with that, but if it’s just filling in the actual words part of a developed concept, nah. I can’t even do that when I came up with the idea.

So basically idk, try me. ;]