#ot+ prompt

[loreofthegayuma]

Multiple People Living Together Prompts

1. Superstitions about mirrors facing the door

Character A: why do we still have that mirror there? I thought we decided to get rid of it Character B: no. we agreed that superstitions are bullshit Character A: we did not!! we're supposed to keep that away!! Character C: we NEED an accessible mirror! not all us choose to look shit everyday! *Character A, B, and C argues* Character D: *removes an unimportant painting from the wall then hangs the mirror there as everyone continues to argue* Character E: *walks in the room with the 3 arguing and ignores it to look at where D stands* I LIKE THE NEW PLACEMENT!! Character A, B, C: Character A, B, C: Character B: *fake hurt* you're taking their side, D?! after I gave you my fries last week?!!

2. Bathroom line

Character C (known to take at least 1 hour baths): *shouts to everyone* I'm taking a bath (trying to tell everyone to use the room first before they do) Character A, E: *races each other to the bathroom* Character D (known to also use the bathroom for a slightly longer time): *gets up to follow A and B* Character B: *holds their shoulder* get a number, nerd. (trying to say that they're going first) Character D: *thumbs up*

3. Whose shirt is this?

Character D: *gets in the room holding a shirt* hey, whose top is this? Character C: *sighs* yours Character D: ?!?!! Character C: Character D: Character C: Character D: are... are you sure? Character C (knows everyone's clothes very well and have better memory than D): *tired stare*

4. Why do you know how to do that?

Character A: so how did you know how to do [thing]? autistic reasons? Character D: poverty reasons Character A: *nods* yeah. that'll do it.

[scealaiscoite]

prompts for sharing a bed ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱

— sharing a pillow and waking up with their faces only centimetres apart

— cuddling in their sleep

— falling asleep to the sound of the other’s heartbeat

— warming their hands by slipping them up the other’s shirt and onto their back/stomach

— playing with the other’s hair while they sleep

— falling asleep with their head laying in the lap of their lover

— waking up to their partner tracing the divots of their spine

— one talking to the other when they think they’re asleep

— waking up in the other’s arms

— resting their head on the other's stomach, only to fall asleep there

— drawing patterns onto their partner's body

— intertwining their legs together

— sleeping back-to-back

— watching the other sleep

— going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon

— one talking in their sleep and the other listening fondly

— lovingly tracing the other's scars

— gently kissing the other awake

— one falling asleep on the other's shoulder while they talk

— massaging wherever is sore

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had no idea what a meta was, but appearently he had something called a meta-gene. One would think a mutation that can cause people to manifest superpowers from lab accidents would explain his disastrous career as a superhero, but they would be wrong. Dannys meta gene was never activated and the whole ghost fiasco was just eldrich shenanigans at its finest.

No, Danny's meta gene activated just two weeks ago on his fifteenth birthday where he was celebrating at Sam's place with Tucker. They had gotten into one of thier usual fights about food and Danny just did not want to deal with it and went into another room.

Sams cat didn't love him per say but it usually didn't hate him either. Today was not his lucky day. The kitty scratched him and wouldn't you know? His meta gene wasn't activated by an interdimentional portal opening up on top of him, it wasn't activated by the numerous energy blasts he had been hit with nor the various electric shocks.

No, it was activated by a freaking cat scratch.

He stared at himself in the mirror, glowing green eyes with slit pupils stared back at him. His kitty ears were folded back to show his shock and displeasure over the situation but it was still rather obvious what they were. The tail wagging slowly behind him was the same snowy white as his hair and ears.

He looked like Phantom. He looked like Phanton as Fenton. Ancients. There was no way he was going to be able to hide this. Transforming brought about no change other than the hazmat suit. He was so screwed. He couldn't go home like this.

Breathing heavily and on the verge of a panic attack he called Jazz once, twice, three times, but she didn't pick up. Danny knew he couldn't stay in the human world, it was too dangerous.

But if he wasn't there to protect the ghosts than it would be too dangerous for them to stay too. He knew for a fact Dani was staying with Dora while she taught her how to read and write so he had pretty much no qualms about destroying the portals and outing Vlad through a pre-made video of him transforming and boasting about his crimes to Phantom, courtesy of Tucker and him filming it all.

He felt bad about ditching his friends one last time, and at his own birthday party no less! But he knew if he tried to say goodbye they would guilt him into staying and it would end horribly so he left a note explaining what happened and bounced.

Destroying the portals hadn't taken much time or effort nor did destroying over 20 years of research between the three. It was exploring the Ghost Zone that was giving him problems. He was always warned by Wulf not to open portals in the Ghost Zone unless you were very experienced cause if you screw up theres no telling when or where you will land. He thought back to Wulfs lessons and tried to conjure the image of lush wildlife and abundant food.

The place he ended up portaling to had neither of those things. In fact if felt like the opposite when he landed in a grimey alleyway in the dark of night.

A spotlight was pointed toward the sky, painting the clouds above in a yellow light holding a stylized image of a bat in the center. Danny wondered what that was about for only a minute before he heard the tell tale whoosh sound of someone landing in the alley behind him.

Dannys new instincts reacted before the logical part of his brain took hold causing him to whirl around with his ears flattened to his head and he hissed so furiously that the man with the red helmet (mask?) back up several paces while cursing furiously. The man also mentioned something about a "Pit" but Danny wasn't paying attention, he was scared out of his mind and bolted down the alleyways and out of sight before phasing into a dilapidated building and hiding under some rubble.

Later, Red Hood told Nightwing about the Lazarus Pit catboy demon and described it as nightmarish as possible before adding that it was kinda twinkish. He also added "for the love of God dickwing, don't let demon brat adopt that thing"

In Damians defence, he found Danny asleep next to Alfred the cat in Batcows barn and just decided he was thier new cat. In other news hes far more concerned with hiding Danny From Catwoman than from father.

[aq2003]

obi-wan 99 problems amv

[iszapizza]

Darthfett prompts pt 1!

A holo call for @sugarpsalms !

“it worked on padme right?” probably vader

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 30

Ellie has been vibing in Gotham with the bats. She knows their identity and they know hers. She’s been unofficially adopted. She won’t give up her last name and seemingly doesn’t exist so he can’t do it legally.. yet.

All of them think she ran away from her family. They are very concerned with her relationship with her brother. She’s saying things about how he forced her to leave, taunting foes about how her brother hits harder, called her unstable and so forth. Not to mention the lack of education and lack of social knowledge. She didn’t even know about stranger danger. They just have a bad view on the whole family.

She never explained he sent her away after a close call with the GIW (she remembers getting dragged into the van unable to escape), he trained her to fight better, he gave up a part of his core to stabilize her, and did everything he could to keep her safe. Ellie had not disclosed she’s a clone and has no intention of it.

One day when she’s out on patrol she spots Danny. As he’s human she detransforms to tackle hugs him properly. It’s dark out and she doesn’t notice the bags or pain in his eyes until she’s on him.

The way he stumbled back and the dried blood on his shirt didn’t bode well. Danny just kinda smiles at her and snaps a bracelet on her. She can feel the sudden loss of her powers.

Danny tells her while she had a close call he had the full call. The Giw had found a way to trace his core and it was leading them to Gotham despite having him locked up. The GIW naturally assumed they didn’t have the real phantom.

Danny explains everything too quickly for her to process. It’s not even until her feet are frozen to the ground in an alley hidden away does she realize what’s going on.

She can’t see it but hears the GIW catch him. Hears them call his scum and the shots. Hears the cheer when he was shot down and the engine of a vehicle zooming away.

All while the bats have been looking for Ellie. She just keeps turning invisible on patrol and ditching them. Not to mention they haven’t gotten any com/tracker to work due to her ghostliness. By the time they do she’s sitting in an alley in a puddle of water seemingly in shock.

It’s only then do they get the full story.

When Danny wakes up he expected to be stranded to a table again. Not in a room attached to medical equipment with freshly treated wounds and Ellie sitting besides him.

[ot3-week]

OT3 Week Prompts! (And dates)

March 17: Meet Cute

March 18: The cool kid, the jock, the nerd

March 19: Childhood friends

March 20: The knight, the princess and the dragon are actually all together

March 21: Nontraditional soulmates

March 22: No one wants to leave the cuddle pile

March 23: Free day

Be sure to @ot3-week and to use the tag #ot3week so I can find and reblog it!

These prompts can be used for otmores! You can also combine these prompts with any other event, as long as that event also allows it! (It seems like multiamory march might allow it)

Thank you to the people who sent in prompts!

[kettlefire]

Danny finds Vlad.

The house felt... Wrong. That was the best way Danny would explain it as he approached his front door.

The air seemed thicker, a darkness seemed to shadow over the Fenton home. And just his house. A glance around his neighbourhood confirmed it.

Anxiety and terror gripped heavy at his heart, in a way Danny couldn't explain. He slowly unlocked the front door and entered the house.

It felt almost like diving into an ice cool pool of water, but not as comforting. The chill that reached his bones was not the type of cold he liked.

Heat seemed to lick at the edges of his existence. Pushing and shoving against him, but just out of reach.

A shiver ran down his spine, a familiar puff of air followed.

Danny knew it wasn't danger. Whatever ghost that was here wasn't a threat. Not with the way the house's security system hadn't kicked in.

Not in the way his parents were chatting animatedly in the kitchen. Munching away at leftover pizza and fudge as they spoke of their current experiment.

"Danny-Boy! You wont believe this!"

"We have none other than the Wisconsion Ghost in the lab!"

The heat suddenly made sense. Danny turned wide eyes toward the closed lab doors. His parents excitment only fueled his fear.

They had Vlad.

They had him, and they could have done absolutely anything to him. The lack of mentioning Vladimir Masters only meant one thing.

Vlad hasn't broken.

"Feel free to take a look, we'll be down in a bit after our break."

Maddie's words with kind and light but that did nothing to stop Danny from suddenly feeling terrified.

For the first time, Danny truly felt terrified by his parents. A strange sense of fligh or fight filled him at the sight of them.

The smell of fresh ectoplasm that clinged to them. The traces still noticeable in the threads of their jumpsuits.

Danny barely managed to force an excited smile, taking his mother up on the offer. Made his way down the lab stairs on shaking knees.

He barely stopped the scream from tearing itself from his throat. Tears filled his eyes as he stared at the scene before him.

Plasmius, no, Vlad was restrained to the table that has haunted Danny's nightmares in the past. Metal securing his limbs, a thicker, greener piece wrapped tightly around his throat.

Black hair splayed unrully against the table, an IV was attached to one arm, a strange green and pink substance inside.

"Vlad."

Danny voice shook and cracked as he spoke, soft steps leading him closer to the still figure.

Bile rose in the back from his throat, tears finally springing free at the sight.

Pale blue-tinted skin peeled back to expose the array of organs laid beneath. Ribs cracked and pulled open.

That wasn't what did it. No, it was the glowing red and orange core that stared back at him. The piece of muscle that used to protect is pulled back just the same.

"Daniel?"

Vlad's voice was hoarse enough to allude to the screaming he likely did. Hazed over red eyes gazed over at the teen. A hand twitched.

Danny couldn't stopped the choked sound that left him. With shaking hands, he tried to make quick work of putting him back together. Shifting skin, bone, muscle and viscera back in it's place.

Letting out soft apologies at ever pained noise Vlad made. Every soft curse, or muscle twitch.

Ears perked and ready to warn of his parents decent if they came down before he was done.

He hoped against everything they didn't. He didn't think he could ever look at his parents the same ever again. Not without the images flashing before his eyes, and bile rising once more.

The teen did the best he could to detatch himself from the fact at hand. The enemy that he had to put back together.

The enemy he's called a monster on more than one occasion. Right now, the only monsters he could think of were his parents.

Right now, Vlad wasn't just his enemy. He was the man who helped him learn more about being a Halfa. He was the man that protected him from his own parents, even in the middle of battle.

He was the only other Halfa in existence.

He was his God-Father.

Even if Vlad hissed at the touch, Danny coated the incisions in a layer of ice. Ensuring there would be no concern of spillage once he moved him.

Next, the restrains were removed. Following was the removal of the IV.

Summoning all his strength to hold up the limp body of Vlad against him. Brain trying to figure out the next course of action.

"Home."

The word was so soft and broken, without his enhanced hearing, Danny was sure he would have missed it.

It felt like ages, yet not long enough before Danny found himself at Vlad's mansion. Laying him down in the first bed he found.

Watched as the ice melted away into steam, Vlad's core finally kicking in to take over. More smoke rose as the skin at the incision mark bubbled and reddened. Burning together and closed.

Danny quickly gathered an ointment Vlad had in his bathroom medicine cabinet, likely to help their ghostly nature. Along with a damp towel, bottled water, and a prescription for high-dose pain medication.

He made quick work at trying to help Vlad get more comfortable. Trying to be as gentle as he could, still apologizing every time Vlad made a noise of pain and discomfort.

The aggressive heat Danny felt before had give way, leaving being a soft warm feeling of a camp fire. Vlad's eyes flickered open and closed, trying to watch Danny despite the exhaustion that pulled at him.

Moments blurred together, and Danny wasn't sure when Vlad reverted back to human form. The shift made Vlad look all the more like a victim of monsters than when he had the inhumane touches.

Danny couldn't pull himself from Vlad, staying right by his side as he softly wiped sweat from his forehead, and held his hand.

Despite everything Vlad has put him through, Danny couldn't leave him. Not like this. Not now. Not ever.

"Thank you, Little Badger."

Danny swallowed against the lump in his throat, squeezing the hand he held as tears leaked from Vlad's blue eyes.

Exhaustion seemed to finally win the battle, Vlad settled into medicated sleep. Danny whispering a promise that he wasn't going anywhere.

Because he wasn't.

There was no way in hell that Danny was going back home. He couldn't. It didn't matter if his parents might never do this to him if they ever found out.

What matter was that they actually did it. After all the talk, and threats for years, they finally actually did it.

They held a ghost defenseless and trapped, and cut him opened. Reveled in it. They had been bursting with pride and excitment at their work. Fear and disgust slowly gave way to anger.

He was never going back.

And he'll be damned if he let them get their hands on Vlad once again.

[youneedsomeprompts]

could you do some polycule/poly relationship prompts? thank you so much :)

I made two prompts list for poly relationships in the past, maybe they'll already help you. If you want something different, please just send another ask :)

~ WE'RE A THROUPLE ~ OT3 PROMPTS

10 OT+ prompts

[jujucomet]

Random Transformers OC prompt: Your OC meeting/going against your favorite character from your OC's opposite faction.

[polypromptsmybeloved]

Ohhhh, what about ot+ with cuddling prompts/ sleeping over night? I'm a little stuck cause mine is ot4 trying to share a bed

Ot+ prompt request are sorta hard to do but I will try my best!

Person A, B, and C are cuddling on the couch when Person D gets home from work. After a long day they espically like being in the middle of all of their partners.

Before they all lived together, Person A would host sleepovers in their home. Mainly because they had the biggest bed among all of them.

Because they are a big group the partners almost always cannot fit in the same bed. Ehich makes traveling a bit hard. So instead they split up into groups. But almost always they wake up all in the same bed.

Durring the winter, they all fight over who gets the blanket. Person B has a habit of stealing it, so their partners just bought more instead. But it was discovered they all like being under one blanket.

The partners have something called the "pile", which is basically them just laying ontop of eachother after a long day.

Durring hot heatwaves they would usually try to sleep away from eachother because they feel sticky if they all cuddle. However, Person C loves cuddling with their partners. So it can be a struggle because they always try to cling to one of their partners.

When they bought their first home they bought three beds to push together so that they could sleep together. Changing the sheets is a grouo project now.

Person D tends to work on their laptop in the living room. Their partners like to cuddle around them. It takes all of D's will to not get distracted.

[philtstone]

38 (fake kisses), your choice of Star Wars characters

#38 -- fake kisses

this is very silly, but the idea remains a classic one

Critical as it is to protect their strung-out ranks from Imperial infiltration, the subject in question necessarily cannot be an easy one to bring up. First, they need all the bodies they can get, if not in the least just to keep warm. Second, and more importantly, morale is at stake. If order and cohesion are to be maintained, one can't be going around throwing accusations of treason at just any guy who looks at you funny.

The assemblage has outlined this point very clearly for themselves, on the pilfered clearboard set up against Hobbie Klivian's ship wing.

"Well, sure, but we're not just going around throwing accusations," says Luke, to general mutters of approval. The fact that Luke is here lends weight to the conversation; Wes is owed money, Wedge is owed money by Wes, who cannot pay him back until he is paid in turn, Hobbie has to share a bunk with the man -- he snores -- and Han's opinions on the matter stopped being relevant the moment The Accused got that girlish giggle out of Her Highness.

Luke (much as he has his own giggle-related biases) is a decent sort. He'd never throw an innocent under the proverbial Y-Wing for selfish reasons.

"I don't know though," Luke is continuing, with a thoughtful, consternated shake of his golden head, "there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me, guys."

"Unreliable," offers Wes, referring to the unpaid debts.

"Inconsiderate," says Hobbie, of the snoring.

"He's practically a stranger," says Han, gesturing widely in the air with one hand, as he is wont to do. "What the hell do we know about him, anyway? He just waltzed in here two weeks ago and now he acts like he owns the place? Me and the kid had to prove ourselves, you know."

"Han's not even enlisted yet," agrees Wedge, as if this illustrates a grave necessity for long-term probation.

"And I'll tell ya what, Luke --" Han, who is ignoring Wedge, points with significance -- "his eyes are too close together. That's never a good sign."

The subject in question -- one Erich Telv, having committed no obviously evidenced sins outside of being a slightly below average sort of being who was unfortunately charming enough to make Princess Leia laugh -- is still in a debrief with the brass. He was sent on a scouting mission not two days ago, and with little to go on but their individual gripes and the general impression that Leia has been more stressed than usual in Erich's absence, a committee has convened. Chewie, who gracefully declined participation, has been spending the duration of the meeting cleaning his favourite hairbrush in the corner.

"Now see here, gents," says Wedge. "We gotta be real sure of ourselves here. We need evidence. Hard facts. This could be serious."

"The morale," says Wes, pointing with the wrong end of a mop at their clearboard. It reads ORGANA WILL KILL US IF WRONG in Wedge's poor Basic penmanship, underlined twice.

"Who cares about the morale!" says Han. "I'm telling you, this guy's trouble. By the time we get your hard evidence he'll have already pulled a fast one."

Chewie, who is now inspecting a matted lump of hair just extracted from the brush, makes a low growling sound that even the most amateur of Shyrriwook speakers can understand.

"WHAT?!" comes the collective outcry.

"Kissed him!" says Luke, distraught.

"When?" demands Han. "Telv? That wormy little nobody? He ain't her type!"

Nobody suggests that there is no real evidence for this declaration.

"A gambler and a snorer, you mean?"

"Hobbie, in the grand scheme of things, your insomnia is not the worst of our troubles --"

"I knew I had a bad feeling about this ..."

Chewie confirms it happened just before Erich's scouting mission. He saw Leia do it and everything -- he thought everyone knew. Wasn't that why this meeting was taking place? Because they were concerned for her safety?

"Gentlemen," says Wes, amidst multiple spluttered protests that yes, of course, that was exactly why -- perhaps also the good of the Alliance -- and then of course, Han's added insistence that he didn't care what the Princess did or when, or, indeed, what happened to her at all -- "I am starting a new betting pool."

The door to Command, situated across the hangar bay, opens at this exact moment.

Erich Telv is bodily thrown out into the hall. He lands face first onto the floor.

"Pathetic!" comes Leia's raised, icy voice, immediately behind him. She strides out into the bay, her sleek little blaster drawn and pointed; the occupants of Echo Base's Hangar One pause to watch with open-mouthed interest; Erich, rather visibly, cowers. "Despicable! Moronic! Really, Mister Telv, to think that I wouldn't notice your especially idiotic brand of spy games is possibly one of the most singularly dolt-headed things I have ever encountered in my natural born life!"

"Please," pleads Erich, the yellow thatch of his annoyingly abundant hair standing up wonkily as his quivers. It appears as thought Leia literally kicked him out of the command room via his backside, as he keeps rubbing it. "Please, I was only just --"

"You were trying to make a few extra credits and you tried it with the wrong Rebellion, Erich. If you weren't such a miserable slimy little freight blister I'd almost feel sorry for you. Celchu, Darklighter, put him in the brig. We'll decide what to do with him later."

The whole thing happens in less than two minutes. Afterwards, Leia walks over to them.

"Hello," she says, a touch awkwardly. She looks pleased with herself, but also hesitant, as though the events that just transpired might garner her ill will of some kind. "I'm sorry everyone had to see that -- it's awful for morale. But Telv was being so obvious about it it was starting to get on my nerves."

Hobbie, Wes, and Wedge blink; Han's mouth closes with an audible click.

"Force, Leia," Luke manages, after a beat, "you knew Telv was a spy the whole time?"

Leia looks startled. "Oh -- of course. He was using an open channel to send our supply inventory to anyone who was listening. I'm not too worried about our location, but --" Her eyebrows crease, highlighting her large expressive eyes, "Don't tell me you all had suspicions too -- oh, but you should've said something --"

They scramble to assure her otherwise.

"No -- no! Uh, ours weren't really concrete," Luke says quickly.

"Just a gut feeling," says Han, over-loudly, not meeting Leia's eye.

"We, you know, didn't much like the man, but it's a serious business, accusing someone of treason --"

"Luke just had a Force premonition or two ..."

"... Never killed a guy to have a brainstorm session, if you take my meaning --"

"Now, don't take this the wrong way," interrupts Wedge, glancing sideways at both Han (who is still staring at Leia in faint amazement) and Luke (who keeps nodding, like this will absolve him of his participation in The Committee), "but did you really kiss the idiot, your Highness?"

Leia's look of confusion is very momentary. She arches a pointed brow at Chewie before turning back to the group, whereupon she seems to notice their clearboard. Looking on in mild amusement, she says, somewhat dryly, "Well, Carlist didn't believe my suspicions. I figured the stupider Telv thought I was, the easier it would be to have my evidence."

Again, there is a tightness right at the end of her words that stops any otherwise thoughtless comments that might have emerged. Luke's distressed expression clears into one of gentle understanding. Han visibly swallows down any lingering disgruntlement and grins widely. Wes, who is in charge of the clearboard, writes down evidence: slimy little freight blister under their other points.

"Well, there you have it," says Hobbie. "One of us should've just kissed the man."

"I vote Luke, next time," says Wedge. "The Princess shouldn't have to do all the work."

"Aw, Wedge, volunteer yourself, why don't you -- I don't wanna kiss the Erich Telvs of the galaxy!"

"Yeah, give the kid a break," says Han. "He hasn't got the necessary experience to fake a good kiss."

While the others bicker, Leia catches his eye; in spite of everything already said, she doesn't expect the touch of genuine concern in Han's expression.

Wild and unplanned, she mouths I'm sorry I kissed him -- what has she got to be sorry for, Leia will ask herself later, a bit viciously -- and any lingering bad feelings over the Erich Telv debacle are forgotten in wake of the honest, stunned look on Han's usually cavalier face.

[scealaiscoite]

*ೃ༄ secret relationship prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗

— “just one more hug before you leave? please?”

— “do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”

— “i think if i was able to touch you in public, i’d never let go.”

— “you know you’re the only one i want to be with.”

— “we shouldn’t be doing this. not now, not here.”

— “i couldn’t kiss you all day! let me make up for it now.”

— “wait- what if someone sees?!”

— “i don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.”

— “i think about it a lot. what our first date would look like.”

— “i was so worried. it was killing me, not being able to reach out and touch you.

— “i don’t know how much longer i can keep doing this.”

— “but nobody knows us here! can we please go out?”

— “i can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”

— “just one kiss, please!”

— “don’t forget how much i love you.”

[polyamprompts4u]

Hello Hello!

Welcome to polyamprompts4u, an account in which daily polyamory prompts gets posted!

—You can request for a specific ship or your ocs (with details) for AUs or a theme!

—Not strictly ot3, you can request many people! Though please say exactly how many people you want while requesting!

—Mainly about group posts and not a group out of a ot+ unless requested.

—I do fluff, slight angst and only suggestive smut, nothing more than that.

—I won’t do any problematic ships (incest, adultxminor, toxic ships that are genuinely toxic and not classified as a joke)

And have fun with your requests!

[celeblessed]

Starter call???

[iszapizza]

Darthfett prompt pt 3!

Vader teaching boba how to use a lightsaber for @withercrown !

(version with helmetless!boba)

this was fun to draw!