#my-prompt-dump

[according2thelore]

hi! Been seeing some of ur es/ls fics here and do you have a master linkcfor all of r writing? I really want to find the very dirst one and read from there and get with ur wonderful lore/plot!

hi!

consider this the official ES/LS verse masterlist! i will try to be diligent about updating it, but apologies if i miss anything!

(for those that are new [ hi! :) ], ES = early seasons, LS = late seasons, this is a time travel AU that i've been working on where early seasons (ES) sam and dean end up at the bunker with late seasons (LS) sam and dean)

first official one!

age gap

ES thirsting over LS brothers

finding out LS!Bros are together

making references

talking about john winchester

ES!Dean noticing LS!Sam's "pockmarks"

ES!Sam jealousy (ficlet)

ES!Dean not knowing how to help LS!Sam

discussing ES!Sam and ES!Dean

ES!Sam's thoughts on their life

making references (ficlet)

ES!Dean yearning (ficlet)

the steak one (ficlet)

sam runs away

meeting their friends

taking the spark plugs out of cars

first hunt (ficlet)

foursome (ficlet)

LS!Boys set up ES!Boys (ficlet)

ES!Dean wants to dote

ES!Sam feeling like the last choice

mommy ES Dean vs LS Dean

ES!sam gets injured (ficlet)

showing off sexually for ES!Sam

ES!Sam insecurity

ES!Dean/LS!Sam kissing and resulting drama (ficlet)

how are LS!Sam&Dean similar to John

LS!Boys set up confession with ES!Sam (ficlet)

not stealing firsts

first LS!Sam jealousy

proposing a foursome (ficlet)

unsympathetic LS!Sam

sequel to LS!Boys set up confession

ES!Boys dealing with LS!Boys' conflict

ES!Sam notices the no samulet on LS!Dean

ES!Sam finds The Voicemail (ficlet)

@/whoopsitswincest and i chatting about the verse

LS!Sam jealousy Pt. 2 (ficlet)

ES!Dean being adoring of LS!Sam and LS!Sam is a mess about it (ficlet)

ES!Sam calling LS!Sam "pathetic" (ficlet)

ES!Boys are together, but LS!Boys are not

LS!Sam thinks he's back in the Cage when he sees ES!Dean (ficlet)

deans getting protective over both sams negative feelings about each other (ficlet)

ES!Dean & LS!Sam "come talk to me when ES!YouTwo find it out" (ficlet)

ES!&LS!Brothers & apologies

omegaverse bonus!

a little text break bc tumblr won't let me make this one contiguous list for some reason?

ES!Sam asks LS!Dean what ES!Dean likes in bed (ficlet)

cas brings up the demon blood to ES!Sam

ES!Dean makes LS!Sam laugh and LS!Dean does not take it well (ficlet)

anon writes in about LS!Boys date night/dancing

ES!Sam&LS!Sam talk about dean's habits and ES!Dean&LS!Dean talk about sam's habits (ficlet)

discussion of ES!Sam 'forgiving' LS!Sam

whether LS!Dean would feel comfortable talking about sex with ES!Sam

foursome dynamics!! (banger)

ES!Dean taking ES!Sam's side over LS!Sam (ficlet)

old!Sam in the ES/LS verse (ficlet, kinda)

ES!Brothers are jealous over how close castiel and the LS!Brothers are--they fear they're in a throuple

ES!Brothers find one of chuck's "supernatural" books (ficlet)

LS!Brothers get irritated by ES!Brothers' annoying old habits

continuation of "LS!Sam thinks he's back in the Cage when he sees ES!Dean" (ficlet) & talk of ES!Sam accidentally triggering LS!Dean

anon writes in about an argument b/w ES!&LS!Sam about john; discussion of how their perspective changes over the years

ES!Dean letting himself go full-tilt mommy over LS!Sam, who loves it (ficlet, kind of)

ES!Sam has a vision of LS!Brothers killing someone (ficlet, kind of)

LS!Boys not being able to share a bed and it drives them crazy

i don't have a hard-and-fast masterlist, but i collect the things i write under the tag #lizzy writes (linked here), and that includes things like things i've written in the tags or as additions to other posts!

thank you so much for asking!!! :) i hope you have fun scrolling through the (frankly embarrassing) amount of fic i've got loaded up for this verse!

-lizzy <3

[cvpidart]

anon, this one's for you! you gave a few, and i couldn't resist e3! happy valentines <3

[vexglitch]

"A boy with everything became a man with nothing in the end. "

[letters-unsending]

60.

Hero and Villain get caught in a time warp. They return, but have discovered that the public has seemed to misconstrue their relationship in their absence.

////

Hero stood, hands on his hips, before the painting. The placard below the piece titled the work: A Final Embrace.

“Quite captivating, isn’t it?”

“We didn’t look like that, did we?”

The painting highlighted Hero’s hand, laced through Villain’s bloody hair as he drew their foreheads together. He vaguely remembered that part. Adrenaline and time travel had surely jostled his memories, but even then, had Hero really clutched Villain’s shirt like that?

Had his gaze been that focused?

“Well, the artist likely took liberties to make the piece more evocative.”

Hero looked to Villain as he spoke. His profile was serene, his lips slightly upturned. He took pleasure in knowing more than Hero due to his earlier return to the timeline:

“Who’s the artist?”

“A bystander, most likely.” Villain shrugged.

Purposely vague, Hero noted. Villain appreciated details above all else. He’d likely found the artist’s name, job history, and wiki page immediately after seeing the piece.

He turned back to the painting. The background was a chaotic swirl of purple and black, which enfolded a glowing ring—the portal. The brilliant light of the portal cast their joined silhouettes in stark relief and lit the blood and sweat crowning their temples.

“It’s beautiful.” He mumbled, taking it in. It hadn’t felt beautiful at the time.

The painting placed Villain hand near Hero’s cheek, sweeping a tender smear of blood over his skin. Hero reached out and ghosted his hand over his face, trying to recall the touch, or the exact depth of Villain’s eyes.

Lost, Hero looked toward Villain, whose gaze was already upon him. Villain’s brows creased softly.

“Does it alarm you?”

“The portal? It’s in the past now.” Hero smiled. “I don’t mind seeing it.”

Villain hummed, fingers thrumming at his sides. He stepped closer and carefully stretched his hand over the side of Hero’s face.

“I meant this,” Villain adjusted their thumb so that it mimicked the painting’s placement, “does this alarm you?”

[reallygroovyninja]

Prompt: Tell the story of seeing the ocean for the first time. Or the last.

----------------------------

The highway wound lazily along the coast, the sun dipping low as if it, too, didn’t want to say goodbye.

Clarke’s hands were tight around the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road but her mind scattered. She stole glances at Lexa in the passenger seat, wrapped in a thick hoodie, her cheek pressed to the cool window. Her breath fogged the glass faintly.

“You okay?” Clarke asked quietly.

Lexa turned her head slowly. Her smile was tired. “I’m still here.”

They didn’t speak again until Clarke parked the car near an empty stretch of beach—no tourists, no buildings, just ocean and sky.

Lexa tried to open the door herself. Stubborn, even now. Clarke was already at her side, helping her out, letting her lean heavily against her shoulder. Every step toward the shore felt like the last note in a song that should’ve played longer.

When they reached the sand, Lexa sank down slowly. Clarke knelt behind her, wrapping her arms around her, pulling the blanket tighter around both of them.

Lexa stared out at the water, the horizon endless and golden. “I never thought I’d die this early,” she said, voice small but steady. “There were so many things I thought I’d have more time for.”

Clarke bit back a sob. “I know,” she whispered. “Me too.”

A long silence passed. The waves moved in and out like breath. Clarke rested her chin on Lexa’s shoulder, her tears falling soundlessly into the folds of Lexa’s hoodie.

“I’m scared,” Clarke admitted.

Lexa’s hand reached up, searching weakly for hers. “Don’t be,” she said. “You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m not,” Clarke said, her voice breaking. “I don’t know how to be okay without you. I don’t know how to go on.”

“Yes, you do,” Lexa whispered. “You just don’t believe it yet. But you will. You always find a way forward.”

Clarke shook her head, pressing a kiss to the edge of Lexa’s jaw. “I don’t want forward. I want you.”

Lexa turned slightly, their foreheads touching, the moment suspended between heartbeats. “Then keep me,” she said. “Keep every part of me that you can. The way I loved you. The way you loved me. Let that be enough.”

Clarke held her tighter, as if she could keep her from slipping away. “It won’t be.”

Lexa’s breath trembled. “Maybe not now. But someday, it will be something you can live with. And that’s enough.”

They sat in silence as the waves whispered their eternal rhythm.

The sky darkened slowly, and Clarke didn’t move.

Even when Lexa’s hand loosened.

Even when the stillness came.

She just held her, heart cracked open, and listened to the ocean say goodbye.

[redclown19]

Cringetober day 14! I have so many of these saved in my phone. I was going to put more but i reached the limit of pictures per post. I used these three incorrect quotes generators.

[kretoria]

I just saw someone mention the idea of a wrice orpheus and eurydice au and I can't get it out of my mind because I just keep thinking of wreck desperatky trying to keep nice and bring him back to life but ultimately failing because he loves him but isn't able to actually help nice. Also adding in that in the end of the myth (at least as far as I know) orpheus dies..... Urggg the potential even for a role reversal

[smilefullofcaligari]

Hazbin Autumn Week Day 2: Classic Halloween Costume

As any mature and powerful individuals would, the Vees were competing at scaring as much of the V tower workers on Halloween as possible

Ooh, was this a tough race.

Bonus:

[endy-merimo]

hi I belive you wanted marius requests here's a bunch so you can pick whatever you like

-marius taking a very cozy overdue nap, buried in blankies and plushies and pillows oh my (maybe an octokitten somewhere in there idk)

-marius with a dandelion patterned scarf for uh. reasons.

-marius in a skirt/dress showing off that it has pockets!!!

-just a octokitten dressed like marius. was marius turned into a octokitten? did marius dress up a octokitten? who knows

-marius narrowly dodging getting shot by a crew mate (what did he do this time)

-marius having just eaten something entirely too sour or spicy take your pick he regrets everything

-marius being raph’s test subject/experiment

-just marius blushing

-marius in a little thor costume/thor themed outfit and/or him method acting as thor (I like to dress him up in silly costumes like he's a tiny dog)

-marius doing the cartoon run where you run in place for a minute before leaving behind a cloud of dirt

-marius in really nice formal wear that he immediately spills juice or food on

-marius bundled in bed sick as a dog with the cartoon set up. bottle/cloth on his forehead and thermometer in his mouth. <- inspired by a dream I just had haha.

-idk about this being an actual request but i jusg really like this picture. maybe a redraw, or how he got the smiley face on his hand, or just a doodle with that hat and fit. or we sit and love this picture bc I love this picture <3

anyway thats all for now but I will attack again if I think of anything else

thank you sm for requests!!

sorry for such a late response and also with not all prompts, the left out prompts will be full arts bc i liked them a lot :)

anyways here are your requests ty ty again :D

[le-agent-egg]

I wasn’t gonna do sakuraoi week but. I saw wedding as a prompt. And

The girls ever yaaaay

Bonus!!

[fratboykate]

Listen, BGAU has been TORTURING ME aaaaalllll week so here's 1.2k of the moment that's been circling my brain me since I woke up. This is obviously before they ever slept together.

---

Yelena stands by the black SUV, arms crossed, posture rigid. Behind her, the afterparty still thumps. Bass rattles through tinted windows, neon lights bleed pink and blue into the night. She checks her watch again. And again.

“Baby!”

She freezes at the pet name. A beat passes. Then she turns, slow and composed, to find Kate stumbling barefoot out the front doors. Heels in hand, mascara smudged, skimpy outfit held together by boob tape and blind faith.

“You promised me ten minutes,” Yelena says.

Kate lurches toward her, wraps her arms around her neck, and presses her face to Yelena’s neck. Inhales deeply.

“Hi,” Kate whispers into her skin. “You’re here.”

Yelena clocks the event security staring. She peels Kate off her with both hands, puts distance between them, then opens the car door in silence.

“Let’s go back inside,” Kate pleads. “Let’s have one drink together.”

“No.”

“Come on. One drink.”

“You’ve had enough, Miss Bishop.”

Yelena nudges her into the backseat.

“Rude.”

Yelena gets in after, slams the door, taps twice on the divider. The driver pulls them into traffic.

Kate slumps against her side, limbs sprawling. Drapes her head dramatically onto Yelena’s lap and blinks up at her, grinning.

“Baby, I wanna go somewhere fun.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

Yelena doesn’t answer. Just slides out from under her, careful not to touch. Her ears are visibly red.

“You’re so mean to me,” Kate murmurs, curling into the leather seat with a pout. Then she closes her eyes.

///

The ride is mercifully short.

Kate stays slumped sideways, one leg bent, dress riding high on her thigh. Her heels are somewhere on the floor, her mascara is a crime scene, and her whole body radiates the smug chaos of someone who knows she’s being watched and enjoys it.

Yelena tries hard to stare out the window.

“Dance with me.” Kate slurs. Yelena doesn’t answer. Kate rolls her head toward her. “Do you hate fun?”

“I hate liabilities.”

Kate gasps, hand to her heart.

“You think I’m a liability?”

“I think you’re drunk and I got a call saying you almost fell off a banquette trying to high kick in six-inch heels.”

“I landed it.”

“You fell on the sound engineer.”

“He should’ve moved.”

Yelena huffs. Long-suffering. She doesn't look at Kate. Kate pokes her thigh.

“You’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“I like when you’re mad. You do the thing.”

“What thing?”

“The clenched jaw thing.”

“Miss Bishop…”

“I hate when you do that…I say one thing and you break out the military voice. So stiff. So cold. ‘Yes ma’am. No ma’am.’ So formal.”

The car pulling into Kate’s driveway gives Yelena the perfect excuse not to answer. She practically jumps out to get away from this conversation. She rounds the car and opens Kate’s door. Kate flops her legs out, blinking up at her like she’s about to cause trouble.

“You gonna carry me?”

“You can walk.”

“I could…but I don’t want to.”

Yelena sighs.

“Up.”

She grabs Kate by the elbows and hauls her upright. Kate sags into her immediately, forehead brushing Yelena’s collarbone. Yelena’s perfume is overwhelming. Jasmine, heat, sugar…trouble.

“I’m not wearing panties,” Kate murmurs.

Yelena goes rigid.

“I don’t need to know that.”

“I think you did.”

“Miss Bishop.”

Kate smirks.

“There she is.”

///

The walk up the stairs is torture. Yelena’s arm is around Kate’s waist, guiding her. Kate keeps dragging her heels just enough to be irritating. Her cheek rests against Yelena’s shoulder like she’s never known another home.

“You smell like anger and cheap soap.”

“You smell like tequila and bad decisions.”

“Soooo mean.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You never let me have fun.”

“The last time you had ‘fun’ you threw a bottle at Steve Rogers’ head.”

“He deserved it.”

At her bedroom’s threshold, Kate stumbles again. Makes a show of collapsing against the doorframe with a dramatic sigh.

“You gonna tuck me in?”

“I’m going to make sure you’re on your side so you don’t choke on your own vomit.”

“Awww, you do care.”

Inside, Kate leans against the vanity, takes a long sip from a mostly-empty water bottle while watching Yelena in the mirror. Yelena crosses her arms. Doesn’t take the bait.

“You’re blushing,” Kate whispers, pleased.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not doing this, Miss Bishop.”

“You never do anything.”

“There’s nothing to do.”

Kate makes a soft humming sound, not believing her for a second.

“Want me to get in bed now, Officer?”

Yelena doesn’t answer. She guides Kate toward the closet instead, keeping one hand on her back. Steady.

Kate keeps sneaking glances, all coy and testing. She tosses her heels toward a wall. Then her earrings. Then reaches for the zipper on her dress.

“Don’t undress in front of me,” Yelena snaps.

“Relax. I’m wearing pasties. Probably.”

“That’s not…just pick something to wear and go to bed.”

“Make me.”

The dress drops. No underwear. One pasty. God knows what happened to the other. Yelena spins away. Doesn’t breathe.

Kate walks slowly to the bed, back straight, skin shimmering with body glitter and self-satisfaction. She climbs in. The sheets rustle.

“You’re so easy to fluster.”

“I’m not flustered. I’m trying to keep my job.”

“You like your job.”

“I tolerate my job.”

“You like me.”

Yelena turns, slow. Controlled.

“Good night, Miss Bishop.”

Kate’s already curled into the covers, watching her with that unreadable little smile.

“Why does being around me bother you so much?”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does.”

Yelena says nothing. Just walks out. Pulse reckless.

///

Yelena waits by the car, like always. Kate’s assistant emerges from the house and approaches her with his usual awkward energy.

“She’s asking for you.”

“What for?”

The twenty-something year old shrugs.

“Still in bed. Didn’t say.”

Yelena shakes her head. Trudges inside. Takes the stairs two at a time. She knocks once.

“Come in.”

Kate’s in bed. Still naked, but under the covers this time. She doesn’t look hungover enough for how much Yelena assumes she drank.

“I feel like someone parked a bus on my skull,” she groans. Yelena says nothing. “You’re quiet.”

“I’m always quiet.”

“You’re quiet in…a different way.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Kate studies her. Smiles.

“Mmmm,” Kate adds, stretching. “I think I dreamed about you.”

“Sounds like a nightmare.” Yelena avoids looking at her.

“You ever think about pet names?”

“No.”

“I think they’re hot.”

“They’re unnecessary.”

Kate hums.

“I bet you’d lose your mind if someone called you baby in the right tone.” Yelena says nothing. Too long. Too still. Kate grins. “Good to know.”

“This conversation is inappropriate.”

“You keep saying that.”

Kate throws off the covers and stands. Yelena turns fast.

“Miss Bishop, put clothes on.”

“Do you really want me to?” No answer. Kate walks closer. Doesn’t touch. She’s just…right there. Voice all soft. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“You are.”

Kate tilts her head. Smiles again.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You don’t take anything seriously.”

“I take you seriously.” Too close. Too much. Kate adds, lower now, “So…firmly against pet names, then?”

“Yes.” Yelena’s voice comes out ragged.

Kate drops the smile. Not hurt. Not angry. Just… letting her go.

“Noted.”

She backs off, wanders back into bed. She grabs the remote. Turns on some loud, stupid reality show. Yelena stands there a moment longer, back still turned, fists clenched. She still hasn’t breathed.

“Did you need me for something?”

“Apparently not.” Kate doesn’t look up.

[cvpidart]

boyfriend kept asking for a 9-1-1 piece every time I did a harringrove valentines ask, so I doodled him one as a little surprise for v-day. thought some of yall might enjoy it too :)

[zeepuu]

wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wagyu Wag

this creechur has bin lerkig in mi miedn

[somniuslucis]

Halloween means prompts like:

Patrick & Art getting stoned as a reward for winning their last match. This leads to Patrick talking Art into a handjob “just between bros”… leading to Art getting bent over the side of his bed, Patrick eating him out and Art hanging on for dear life. Art feels like he’s losing his mind as Patrick fucks him into the mattress for what seems like forever with the effects of the drugs heightening every sensation.

AFAB! Art & Patrick go to a Halloween party (Art in a skirt!), get wasted, joining in on taking body shots, truth or dare, and eventually suck-and-blow. Patrick drops the card and subsequently kisses Art, which leads to Art sobering up between then and when Pat & Art decides to join in on a round of 7 minutes in heaven. Art tries questioning Patrick once they get locked in the bedroom together, but Patrick has other things in mind. Cue confessions of feelings, make-outs, and one of Art’s legs draped over Patrick’s shoulders as Patrick goes to town eating Art out, totally ignoring the knocks from the other side of the door telling them the 7 minutes are up.

Patrick and Tashi get together and Art yearns for both of them, realizing he’s more jealous of Tashi than he is of Patrick. Patrick & Art are hanging out one weekend, Tashi is gone for a match and on a silent streak after she and Patrick’s latest fight about Patrick not pushing himself enough in his tennis career. The pair of best friends are having a heart-to-heart, leading to Art confessing having a crush on a guy (leaving out that said guy is Patrick). One thing leads to another and Patrick suggests Art practice his bj skills on Patrick, himself, “as a favor… no big deal! Just like old times.” This leads to Patrick teaching Art how to deep throat, Art with tears in his eyes, choking back his gag reflex, peering up at Patrick with shiny, half-lidded eyes as Patrick encourages Art to take him just a little deeper every few bobs of his head. “Yes, just like that. So good. You’re taking it like such a good boy.”

Stripper!Patrick giving Customer!Art his first lap dance for his 21st after his tennis teammates take him to the strip club. Patrick takes Art back to the VIP rooms for an “extra special gift” paid for by his coach, Tashi, and leaves Art a writhing, blushing, begging mess as Pat goes to town giving him the best gift of all.

Rockstar!Patrick giving Superfan!Art a night to remember after taking a liking to the cute, blushing, stuttering blond while signing autographs outside his dressing room.

Werewolf!Patrick going into a rut and Vampire!Art being the only trustworthy and strong enough being to help his best friend get through the cycle. BONUS for succubus Tashi working her way into the pants of a witch ;)

Frat!President Patrick fucking New Pledge, Twinky!Art up against a wall and over a table after catching Art making out with a boy from a rival college at a house party. Patrick takes his time reminding Art just what school AND frat president his allegiance is to, and ensuring Art knows he can come to Patrick any time he needs to let loose a little.

[koalchicine]

a bird’s flight, a night’s dream

[ghxst-bird]

Prompt:

Swallowing “Sukuna’s” finger is a great way of omitting the fact that— well, strictly speaking… there is no Sukuna. There’s only Yuji. And, sure, he’s still getting the hang of this whole reincarnation thing, and he’s definitely happy he’s getting his powers back, but… dang it, his reincarnation his making him all soft and mushy inside! And at the rate those sorcerers are going, they’ll all be dead within the next two years if he doesn’t do something about it!

Now he’s just gotta figure out how to make everyone believe he is not, in fact, the King of Curses, and simply his unfortunate and totally gullible vessel…