#pairing: promptis

[savage-rhi]

“maybe, in another life” kisses: knowing that this is the last time you’re going to kiss them, and making it count. pulling them in and then away. parting, your lips lingering for more. Noctis and one of the chocobros? (Your choice🙂)

Coming up!

The night had been filled with all the elements of life: sharing memories that had come and gone, both good and bad. Moments of silence and reflection on past deeds and regrets. Laughter and tears shed between four men who loved each other beyond words, having one last camp night before fate and the gods would shatter the bonds of brotherhood.

As the final embers in the campfire disappeared, Noctis felt his own spirit leave his eyes. Like the dying flames, he knew the night would set upon his own light. The final battle with Ardyn--the last of the Lucian kings--was around the corner: eight hours and counting.

He wanted to sleep, but what was the point when he'd soon have all eternity to rest? After confirming Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto were sound asleep, he left his chair and wandered off.

Noctis didn't stray too far from camp due to the daemons running around, but he gave himself enough distance to where he couldn't sense the presence of his friends. Sitting down on the edge of the cliff, he looked out into the desert of the Leide region. A warm wind coursed through his hair like fine fingers cradling every strand. He hoped the end would bring a similar peace. He even prayed the outcome would be the same for Ardyn. The crystal had shown the man's suffering to where Noctis didn't have it in him to hate his great uncle for his transgressions. Although, the thought of Lunafreya and her last words came and went through his mind.

"Soon, Luna…" He frowned, closing his eyes.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

Noctis jumped, turning his head as he saw Prompto's dark silhouette approach. He let out a breath of relief and chuckled. "I could've killed you just now."

"And after that wholesome speech you gave? That would've sucked!" Prompto laughed. He plopped himself next to Noctis, patting him on the shoulder and sighed.

"Is your mind traveling a million miles too?" Noctis asked.

"Yup!" Prompto nodded. "I keep thinking about the what-ifs."

"Dad would've said something along the lines of 'worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.'"

"Did he get that out of a fortune cookie?" Prompto snickered. He let out a yelp as Noctis playfully slugged him.

"Y'know what?" Noctis scoffed, grinning as he turned his head to face him. "I wouldn't be surprised if he did!"

In between laughs, Prompto frowned. "I miss him a lot."

Noctis nodded. "Me too."

"Like…how I'm going to miss you." Prompto somberly replied.

A heavy air sat between the two friends as they both allowed one another to sit with their feelings. A tension had been growing ever since they had set up camp with Gladio and Ignis, and both knew it was coming to a head.

"Do you remember that time we stayed up talking on the motel roof?" Prompto whispered, breaking the quiet.

"Can't forget it," Noctis murmured with a smile. "This feels similar, huh?"

"Yeah," Prompto nodded. He bit the inside of his bottom lip, looking toward his feet dangling off the cliffside and continued. "I have something…just as big that I want to share with you."

Noctis frowned, turning his attention fully to Prompto. "I'm listening."

Prompto closed his eyes, gathering up his courage as he tensed his shoulders. He managed to force himself to look Noctis in the eye, vowing he wouldn't be a coward and swallow his feelings back anymore.

"When Regis told the gang you were getting hitched, I was happy for you. Hell, I was ecstatic when you asked me to come along with you, Iggy, and Gladio to the wedding. At the same time, I felt…jealous. Not only was my best friend taking a huge step, and I probably wouldn't see him for a long time, but also…"

"Prompt…"

"Look, when we lost Luna, I was devastated. I mean no disrespect to you or her. I just…gods be damned I wanted to tell you that I…ever since high school, I…" The words wanted to fall from Prompto's lips, but alas, his cowardice took hold and prevented him from trespassing any further. He sniffled, feeling tears brimming at the corner of his eyes.

"I can't do it…even knowing what's going to happen, I can't tell you how much I--"

That's when he felt it.

Noctis's lips pressed to his.

Eos, fate, and destiny, it all faded away as their mouths met each other's with tenderness. Soft and gentle, but as they both realized the depth of their mutual feelings, the kiss deepened. Emotions that had been bottled up at long last finally saw the light of day.

Prompto's heart pounded in his chest as Noctis pulled away. Breathless with their foreheads resting against one another, he started to cry as his smile grew.

As Noctis retreated a little more, he let out a breath through his nose and somberly smiled as he cupped the side of Prompto's right cheek.

"Maybe in another life," Noctis murmured. "This could've worked."

"Yeah," Prompto breathed, nuzzling his face into his palm. "Whatever happens, at least we had this moment."

"Let's make it longer."

They sat together--hand in hand--looking out at the desert landscape. The future was uncertain, but for now, they had found clarity and comfort in each other, and that was enough.

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[queenoffishingandcookies]

Give Our Sunshine Girl A Kiss From Me | WIP

"If Lord Lunafreya asked you to give me two kisses, why haven't you yet?" Prompto breathed, a little stunned at her own audacity. "We should get my camera, so we can send him pictures, so he doesn't miss-"

There was a soft flash a crystalline blue in the palm of Nocturne's hands as she drew Prompto's camera from her personal magical storage space thing that was, officially, known as the royal armiger. Prompto blinked once, and Nocturne - breathlessly, pupils dilating - spoke softly. "You left it over at my place, yesterday." In a quick motion, not as practiced as Prompto's own hand, Nocturne had the camera primed for a shot and facing them both.

"I can kiss you now, right?"

Prompto nodded once, and Nocturne didn't wait any longer to pounce.

[canisargentum]

Writer's First Lines

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

i was tagged by both @/mathclasswarfare (who im not tagging because i know she doesn't want to see it) and @avianscribe 💛 So thank you both for that!

I'm not tagging anyone to do the thing because most of the people I would think to tag were already tagged by Math and Avian. :) But if you see this, please participate!

i'm doing this on mobile so i'm not going to link every individual fic but you can find my AO3 works right here!

:readmore: <- well this mobile trick doesn't work anymore and idk what the new one is, so sorry y'all.

heliotropic

promnis | rated t | post dawn | 1.4k

It's a small house, worn tired by the night and not without the scars to show for it.

at another place in time (you were infinitely mine)

promnis | rated t | phoenix down lore & alternate universes | 5.3k

“Has the concept of a Phoenix Down been explained to you yet?” Cor asks in his office before a training session one day.

a recovery plan for bioaccumulation in lucian chocobos

promnis | rated m | chocobo farmer au, bakery au, slow burn | 19k (in progress)

There are two distinct species of chocobos: 

Xanthus tridigium domesticus - a domestic breed, selectively bred for centuries to be riding companions and a source of meat and eggs

Xanthus tridigium - their remaining wildtype, now found primarily in pockets of the Duscae region of Lucis

(that's all technically one sentence right?)

i'm the lord of the lake and i don't want to leave

ignoct | rated t | first date, post-dawn |3.8k

They haven't visited the lake since they were children.

and the sky opened up

prompto & cindy (platonic) | rated t | WoR | 3.1k

The diner just outside of the Hammerhead garage is hardly much of a diner anymore.

you are unbreaking

promnis | rated t | WoR | 1.4k

"Iggy?”

classical conditioning

promnis | explicit | pwp, puppy play | 6.6k

On the rare days where Ignis gets to work from home, Prompto likes to play.

kiss me on the mouth, but please don't bite

promnis | explicit | pwp, werewolf!prompto | 2.9k

"Is that something you would be interested in?" Ignis asks one night while they lay on their backs by the fire. 

maybe this time

promptis | rated t | mutual pining, getting together| 4.2k

For Prompto and Prompto only would Noctis wake up before sunrise.

we are not all right (and that's okay)

prompto & ignis | rated t | hurt/comfort after altissia, zegnautus, and the dawn | 3.6k

Prompto is used to picking up the pieces and puzzling them back together again.

[sl-vega]

✮⋆｡ MEMORIES OF YOU

pairings: Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin, x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot(s), drabble/imagines, established relationship (for some), implied angst if you squint (?), first love, post-u 20 arc, canon compliant

synopsis: in which their friends stumble across photos of you, their first, and only love

CW/additional tags: mild language, potententially ooc, Google translated Spanish in sae's part, English = Japanese in this, might make more scenarios with other characters if people request it

ITOSHI SAE

Sae was slumped across the cushions of his couch as Shidou rummaged through some of his storage boxes.

The other boy had been rather insistent on coming over to his new appartement, and helping him properly move all his stuff into his new living space.

"So does this mean I can finally move in with you?~"

"Keep dreaming."

Shidou pouted, giving Sae uncharacteristically begging eyes, almost like a sad lost puppy, naturally he didn't fall for this and settled for returning his pathetic look with his signature cold glare.

He simply gave him a sickeningly sweet smile in return, and continued taking objects out of the boxes, among the possessions were a lamp, a few photo frames, and an album.

Ryusei's eyes widened in surprise as his eyes came into contact with the book.

"Oh, what do we have here?"

Shidou said with a slight lilt in his voice clearly intrigued. Sae lifted his head from his phone to see what Shidou was doing, surely if something of his managed to pique the interest of Shidou's filthy mind, it would probably be in his best interests to throw it out-

Is what Sae would've said before he spotted the photo album in the taller boy's hands, Shidou fingers gingerly opening the front cover.

Sae reacted before he could even think.

"Put it down."

His voice is cold and sharp, not threatening, more defensive-scared almost, if he was even capable of fear that is.

Shidou's eyes widened momentarily at Sae's reaction before his face shifted back to his usual shit eating grin.

"Why Itoshi? Got some dirty photos you don't want me seeing? I promise I won't tell y'know."

Sae rolled his eyes and grabbed the album out of the blonde's hands.

"They aren't dirty, for your information."

He paused, as he looked at the cover of the book, dust was collecting on it, and there were a few marker stains that he couldn't get off.

"I'd just rather forget about them..."

He muttered, as he gently stroked the spine of the book with his thumb.

"Why'd you keep it then? You seem awfully attached to it."

Shidou's voice dropped lower and took a momentarily more serious tone before switching back to his flamboyant and teasing demeanor.

"I'm kinda jealous of it~."

Sae rolled his eyes, more playfully this time. He opened the book-making a point to hide the rest of the pages from Shidou's view-and took out a single photograph and handed it to him.

It was a photo of Sae and you. He didn't talk about you much, but he maybe he should change that.

"You clearly won't stop bothering me about it."

He waved the piece of paper before Shidou prompty snatched it and eyed it carefully, his eyes widening.

It was a photo of the two of you by some beach in Spain, hands interlocked, and a rare smile on a younger Sae's face. You were wearing a white sundress with a hat as you ran across the shoreline, taking Sae right along with you as the two of you stumbled across the sand together.

He remembered that day crystal clear, you brought a Polaroid camera with you and you got one of the locals to take the photograph for you. You had forced him to take a break from constant training, and before he knew it. He was far from Madrid in that moment, just you, him, and the ocean.

Shidou's eyes flickered with a brief moment of sincerity, Sae looked genuinely happy in the photo.

"And here I thought I actually had a chance with you."

Sae blushed, yet another look that Shidou wasn't used to seeing on him.

"We aren't-She wasn't-"

He stuttered, unable to express the nature of his relationship with you. Sure he had thoughts, but he never acted on them, which he regretted.

"Aww, so Mr. Itoshi Sae had an unrequited crush back in Spain? How tragic."

Shidou teased as he fidgeted with the sides of the photograph still in his hand.

"It wasn't unrequited."

Sae replied, quicker than he should have.

Shidou quirked a brow in response.

"Care to elaborate?"

Sae sighed, memories of you flooding back into his brain. Repressed feelings that he had long since left for time to slowly erode, yet a single reminder brought them all back.

"We... ran into each other a lot back when I was still in Spain."

He trailed off, recalling when you first interacted.

Sae was around fifteen when he first met you, he was at a cafe in the city, when he was on an annoyingly mandated week long break, issued by the heads of Real Madrid themselves. It just happened to align with the holiday of your school, and the cafe was a pretty popular spot among the locals. It was crowded, with students and several other adults given the day off. From what Sae remembered, you didn't come with the intention of being with a friend, but rather to spend time alone, it was rather difficult though with how many people were currently in the cafe. So before he knew it, a stranger-albeit a very pretty one-had sat right next to him, drink in hand. You only realized you were sitting next to him after you had actually made yourself uncomfortable. "Oh, lo siento, ¿está bien si me siento aquí? Hay mucha gente aquí…" You seemed to have muttered a quick apology in Spanish, while he had lived here for the past two years, he was ashamed to admit that his fluency in this country's native tongue was rather rusty. He had mainly prioritized learning all the needed terminology for soccer and for any interviews, but he could tell that you were apologizing, and probably asked him if you could sit with him. He tried to muster together a coherent response "Está bien... no me importa...?" He trailed off, unsure if what he said was right, or if you could even understand him with his heavy Japanese accent. Your eyes blinked in surprise, maybe he completely butchered that without knowing. Then your eyes widened in surprise for a moment, almost as if you just pieced together something about him. "Ay dios mio! You're Itoshi Sae! I knew you looked familiar!" You responded, in Japanese this time, almost as if it was second nature to you. "You speak Japanese?" It was more of a statement rather than a question, he sounded impressed, it had been a long time since he's actually been able to converse with someone else in his own language. You nodded, eyes sparkling, still clearly hung up on his identity. "I took some classes online, sorry if I'm hard to understand." You weren't hard to understand at all, sure, it was tinged with a slight accent, but if anything that just added to your charm. "I'm (Y/N), huge fan." You extended your hand to him, a bright smile adorning your already beautiful face. He took your hand and shook it. "Sae." He responded, his usual nonchalant tone fading. "You already know that though..." Was he blushing? You giggled at his sudden bashfulness, your laughter was a sweet melodic sound, it was almost embarrassing of how much it affected him. "You know, I'd thought you'd be a lot colder in person, you're actually really sweet huh?" You laughed once more, and this time, Sae actually cracked a grin.

Sae finished his story to Shidou, his friend had listened intently.

"Aww, so you were whipped from the start?~"

Shidou teased, smirking at him.

"Care to share more? I'd love to learn more

He asked, a slightly playful lilt to his voice.

"If you score another hat trick next time I might just tell you."

Sae responded, his playful tone contrasting his nonchalant demeanor. Shidou smirked, clearly pleased by the offer.

"And will you let me move in?~"

"Maybe."

Sae smiled, gentle and hidden. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. After all, it would give him an excuse to talk about you once more.

"If you score another hat trick next time I might just tell you."

Shidou smirked, clearly pleased by the offer.

"And will you let me move in?~"

"Maybe."

Sae smiled, gentle and hidden. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. After all, it would give him an excuse to talk about you once more.

BONUS; TRANSLATIONS (potentially inaccurate)

"Oh, lo siento, ¿está bien si me siento aquí? Hay mucha gente aquí…"

╰┈➤ "Oh, I'm sorry, is it okay if I sit with you? It's super crowded in here..."

"Está bien... no me importa...?"

╰┈➤ "It's okay...I don't mind..?

"Ay dios mio!

╰┈➤ "Oh my God!"

ITOSHI RIN

"Bachira! I swear to God if Rin kills us because of this-"

"Lighten up Isagi! He's not gonna catch us."

It was a miracle that Rin had already agreed to Isagi and Bachira coming over to his place, though it was more because his mom was constantly nagging him about "needing more friends" or "being more social with the rest of the boys from Blue Lock"

Of course Bachira took this as an opportunity to snoop around Rin's room.

"If we find anything too private, we'll just put it right back and pretend we never saw it, simple as that."

Isagi sighed, bemoaning their current actions against their teammate's own personal life.

"You make it sound like Rin of all people would actually have something incriminating to hide."

Bachira shot him an unimpressed look.

"Are we talking about the same Rin? I'm like 90% sure the guy has some kind of criminal record, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a dead body hiding around in here somewhere..."

He continued looking around the room, glancing at crooks and small gaps in-between shelves as if some hidden treasure was stuck in them.

"Bachira you aren't going to find anything-"

Isagi was promptly cut off by Bachira, who in fact, found something.

A photograph taped to the side of Rin's closet, it seemed a little old, and dusty, but it looked well taken care of.

"Rin never striked me as the sentimental type..."

Bachira flipped the photo back and fourth in his hands before actually focusing on what the picture itself was holding.

Of course before he could actually view the photo himself, it was quickly snatched from him.

Rin was back, and he gave Bachira his signature cold glare, that probably translated into "One more wrong move and I'm throwing you off a cliff in your fucking sleep." or some worse same intentioned threat that Rin would probably use.

"What were the two of you doing?"

Rin asked in a condescending, accusing tone, and rightfully so.

"Rin, we're sorry-"

Isagi was about to apologize, but then Bachira fell to the floor, gripped the younger Itoshi's leg and wailed out a far more incoherent apology than his friend.

"I'm sorry Rin-chan! I promise I won't do it again!"

He was wailing at this point, a string of even more whiny apologies coming from him.

Rin shook Bachira off his leg and sighed.

"It's fine..."

He murmured as he trailed off, his attention completely stolen by the photograph he had just took back.

It was a picture of the two of you at the beach, he was around fourteen in this photo, it probably took place during the final months of his last year at middle school. The two of you had gone on a stroll by the ocean earlier before finding a resting spot nearby. You had pulled out a camera out of nowhere and snapped the photo almost without Rin notcing. You were flashing a big smile at the camera, while Rin's face was nuzzled into your neck, clearly camera shy. If you looked closely however, you could spot the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks.

Without noticing, Bachira had gotten a little too close for Rin's comfort. The older boy's head rested on his shoulder as he ogled the picture alongside him.

"Is she your girlfriend or somethin'?"

Rin shoved Bachira off his shoulder, the other boy laughed as he stumbled away.

"Shut up... she's just a friend."

"I dunno, the two of you look awfully cozy in that photo~"

If only you saw the others...

Rin had held on to the photo for longer than he would like to admit, the two of you hadn't talked for a while, especially after graduation.

But now that his annoying lukewarm teammates had decided to scour around his room for no reason, Rin was met with a wave of memories.

All of which were about you.

The most prominent memory he had of you was the day of middle school graduation.

The cherry blossoms were in bloom, and the third years were about to assemble in the auditorium for the farewell ceremony. Several of Rin's classmates were gushing about graduation, and how they would miss each other, some were already planning methods of communication after moving on to high school. Another hot topic of conversation among his classmates (mainly the girls) was the topic of button giving. In Japan, a guy giving the second button of his uniform to a girl on the day of graduation was essentially a love confession, Rin thought that the tradition was rather stupid. For one thing, he had no time for romance when he was trying to become the best in the world, nor did he have any interest in the subject. Or as he would say 'everyone here is way too lukewarm for my tastes' Well, that's what he would have said if he wasn't so preoccupied with you, but here he was, just outside of the auditorium, fidgeting with his uniform trying to get a button off. Normally the girl would have to ask the guy for the button, but Rin was never one for tradition-then again he was already going along with this stupid love confession so there was a first time for everything-and it didn't look like you were going to talk to him anytime soon, you were constantly hanging around with your friends for most of the day, so he never found the right time. So he didn't know what came over him when he dragged you aside in some secluded area of the courtyard, all his courage had been used up in that very moment because of that moment, he had been reduced to a blushing and bashful mess. "What did you need me for RIn?" You asked with curious doe eyes, clearly oblivious to the fact that there was a button missing from his uniform. Rin gave you a blank stare for a few minutes, taking in your appearance. Your hair was adorned with several hair pins, all engraved with special patterns and decorated with pretty charms. You were wearing make up today, not super noticeable, but noticeable enough for it to enhance your natural beauty. "Rin?" You called his name, snapping him out of his thoughts. Oh right, he was supposed to give you the buttton "Can I have your hand for a second..?" He asked bashfully, you extended your hand to his, this time, you were blushing as well. You muttered a quick 'sure' as you avoided eye contact with him. He gently dropped the button into your hands. "I-I wanted you to have this." This time, Rin was looking directly into your eyes, the same cold teal that always seemed to have no light behind them, but this time, they were filled with warmth and sincerity. The two of you stood in silence for a few more moments, before you heard the teachers calling you and the rest of the third years over for the ceremony. As Rin walked into the auditorium with the rest of his classmates, one of his teammates from the soccer team leaned down and whispered something in his ear. "So who's the lucky lady Itoshi?" He turned to his friend, noticing that his button was missing too. Rin simply shrugged, feigning nonchalance and muttered; "Wouldn't you like to know?" That graduation photo captured a very rare smile from him.

Bachira accidentally knocking something over promptly snapped Rin out of his nostalgia.

"Oh my God you're actually smiling in this photo?!"

Bachira waved Rin's middle school grad photo in his face, clearly shocked by the notion that the younger Itoshi could actually feel happiness.

Suddenly, Rin's mother came into his room.

"I know, it's one of the few photos I have of him that actually feature him smiling."

She sighed.

"Anyways, I just made dinner in case you boys are hungry."

Mrs. Itoshi smiled at the boys.

"And maybe you could tell them all about (Y/N) hm?"

Rin's face grew very hot all of a sudden.

God, he was in for it now...

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 8)

ATTENTION: There is some SMUT in this chapter, because Tav gets a little touchy and Astarion just pours oil into the flames - only lightly smutty though, because I like to be a pain in your ass, hihi.

There will be more smut in future parts that I will still have to write but let it slowly burn for now - I know you want it.

Also this is the last part leading up to my main idea for this story - the plot point I actually thought about when I started writing this and thought it'd be like a few thousand words adventure.

Btw, did part 7 yesterday go through okay? I felt like it didn't really show up for some time when I posted, eh. Anyways, if you missed it, it's on my blog of course.

A bit more is already up on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

You kept on drinking and talking. Teasing each other, pouring more shots. It really did feel like one of the memorable evenings you thought about when you first told Astarion about this place. The main act had started to play downstairs: a band of elves – a rarity in itself, but they were practically celebrities as Lira explained: a male drow bard with long sleek black hair playing the lute and singing with a dark and somber voice that had men and women in the audience swooning, a female wood elf bard with a violin with green skin and equally sleek but powdery-pink hair and the voice of an angel and three more equally beautiful elven musicians. All were precariously clothed, leaving little to none to imagination. Since they had started playing the mood in the tavern had dangerously shifted from drinking and laughing to people of all genders and races and combinations dancing and kissing and stealing touches they thought nobody would see.

With half the bottle gone you could certainly start to feel the alcohol doing its work: you felt pleasantly buzzed, also giggling more and batting your eyelashes more at Astarion - which might’ve been caused by the amount of drinks you’ve had or the seductive, pleasant music… or maybe it was just your fatal attraction to him and his very much encouraging and looks and touches.

While Daegin had been complaining about the last time he had visited his family for the better part of an hour, you started to get a little handsy with Astarion. Which prompted him to grab hold of your roaming hands. “Do you mind, darling?”, he whispered to you with a smile and pulling both of your hands to put them over his heart. You blushed shamefully, immediately worrying if you’d made him uncomfortable. You quietly voiced your concern to him and apologized for your indecent behaviour while Daegin complained loudly about his second cousin's awful wife.

The vampire laughed softly and lifted your hands to his lips to plant a gentle kiss onto them. “No worries, darling, if you’d ever really do something to make me uncomfortable, I promise, I wouldn’t hesitate to call you out on it.” He pressed another kiss onto your fingers. “I love when you show how much I am yours and that you can’t keep your hands off me, my heart, but maybe just for tonight, keep your hands out of my pants while we have an audience, alright?” You nodded but still felt a little bit ashamed of yourself, so you buried your face in his shirt. You mumbled something about respecting boundaries into his chest to which he pressed a kiss on the top of your head and held you for a moment. Daegin was still on about his relatives while Lira boredly dragged her shot glass around in circles by its rim and stared into nothingness.

After a few moments Astarion leaned down to whisper into your ear. “There will be no boundaries tonight though, when I’ll have you all to myself and remind you why it is that you can’t keep your paws to yourself”, he simply stated and then went back to holding you sweetly – as if he hadn’t just given you the most enticing promise you thought someone ever gave you. Very naughty thoughts started to race through your mind, prompting you to let go of Astarion and get at least a few inches between you – a much needed safety precaution. You poured yourself another shot and downed it immediately while you could feel the same pulsing sensation between your legs you’d last felt when he had you pinned against a wall only a few hours ago. The rough fabric of your linen blouse started to rub on the hardening tips of your breasts, your throat was bone-dry although you only had just drunk something. Astarion leaned on his elbows to grab the bottle of liquor and also pour himself another one while watching your face and giving you a dirty smirk. He did look like the personified sin right in this moment. Astarion’s eyes wandered to where your hardened nipples here now clearly visible through your shirt while he drank slowly. He licked his lips afterwards without stopping to stare but you saw how he rearranged his pants with his hands – only the slightest bit awkward. And when your eyes flicked down, you noticed that not only your arousal was pretty obvious right now. “I admit you make keeping boundaries pretty hard, my love”, he whispered under his breath. You stepped closer to him once more but not touching him. “Seems that’s not the only thing I make hard”, you whispered back while returning the dirty smirk he gave you moments ago and staring into his eyes confidently. His pupils diluted slightly at your words, but he held your stare without moving, positively becoming a statue.

Then you suddenly turned away from him and to the other two at the table, crossing your arms over your chest, breaking the spell. “So, what else is new?”, you asked suddenly and with a not-so-subtle note of hysteria in your voice. You had been way too close to just completely losing yourself right then and there; all because of some dirty whispers and stolen glances.

The half-elf and the dwarf, both well drunk - much more than you - had obviously been completely oblivious to the electric tension between you and the vampire – thank the Gods. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that Astarion had rolled up his sleeves and was leaning on his elbows again next to you.

“Well”, Lira drawled, now much less focused on niceties and political correctness, “have you heard that Cazador Szarr has kicked the bucket a few weeks ago? And his whole estate was looted. It’s been the talk of town for weeks.” That sobered you right up. This was the first time you heard that this had become public knowledge. It seemed Astarion and you had been well shielded in your domestic little bubble since you had parted ways with your adventurous little group and settled down in Baldur’s Gate.

You threw Astarion a concerned sideways glanced but to your surprise he seemed relaxed. Even more so, he was grinning broadly, mischief twinkling in his eyes. Daegin happily chimed in and gave you a rundown of different theories on his death: heart attack (“Nah, he was perfectly healthy, last thing I heard”, Astarion commented), poisoned by another noble family to gain his power (“Probable, but why loot his estate and why not keep his death a secret and pose as him, so much easier to take over his influence.”), tragic accident (“Unlikely, I heard he never even really left his castle.”). Astarion seemed more intrigued in adding to the gossip that you thought was clever. But hells, you would not stop him from talking shit about this fucking bastard.

“Do you want to know what I heard?”, Astarion said after Daegin had finished. He leaned towards them as if he was going to let them in on a secret. Lira, immediately intrigued, leaned over the table just as he did. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly in anticipation. Even Daegin seemed immediately interested. There he went doing it again, Astarion and his damned silver tongue. You were about to join his act in whatever lie you thought he would fabricate from thin air, when he began: “I heard, he was secretly a vampire and was murdered by one of his own spawn because he’d made a deal with a devil to perform a horrific ritual that would have made him even more powerful and killed thousands of people!”

Your chin basically dropped to the floor but you were way too shocked to do anything else. Lira and Daegin mirrored your emotions perfectly albeit for different reasons. Did… did he actually just tell them the fucking truth?

The silence between the four of you kept dragging on. Astarion simply drank another shot of liquor, shrugged his shoulders and casually said: “It’s just what I heard.” You could simply blink at his nonchalance. Then Daegin broke the silence with deafening laughter, roaring and throwing his head back, slapping his thighs with his hands multiple times. Lira joined in but her laugh turned into a silly cackling chuckle that made her shoulders quake like she was losing her mind. You couldn’t join in, you were too starstruck by Astarion’s boldness. But neither was Astarion. He just threw you a defeated look that seemed to say ‘see? No one’s ever going to believe it’.

After several minutes of choking on their laughter they seemed to calm down. Lira had to wipe away tears from her eyes several times, the dwarf had started coughing horribly halfway through. When he had regained a bit of composure, he jumped off his stool, walked around the table and offered Astarion his hand – which the vampire took with a confused look. “I gotta hand it to you, elf, no one ever made me laugh that hard. Not even my own brother”, he said and shook Astarion’s hand, congratulating him.

“Tav, you really need to bring him when we go out drinking from now on”, the short man said and laughed again. This time you and Astarion joined in.

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Seventeen — Jonathan Breech + recording

Pairing -> jonathan breech x girlfriend!reader

Warnings -> filming a porn video, exhibitionism kinda even though the video is private, cute, mention of pegging, possessiveness, , sex toys,

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: On The Edge characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

You and Jonathan giggled as you ran down the hallway, hand in hand like a pair of schoolkids up to no good — which, you supposed you were, up to no good, but not at all the type you usually got into. 

It was your idea, actually. You weren’t really into porn, mostly because it wasn’t very enjoyable for you, with most of the content targeted towards men, but after shuffling through your old items, you came across a tape of a man and a woman together, one your friends had given you back in high school. 

You played it, all hot and bothered, and, with you and Jonathan’s relationship being very open, told him all about it. He thought it was hot, too, and suggested you watch it together, which promptly ended when he got all handsy and you all horny. 

It was then when you whispered in his ear, “Let’s make a video together.”

Jonathan’s blue eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.

The very next day you bought some supplies. You both received some weird looks from the guy at the counter of the sex shop, but you ignored them, and prompty bought a couple of things you bought thought would be enjoyable.

One, a dildo and harness. It took a bit of coaxing, but you once eased Jonathan into the idea of pegging, he agreed (he was definitely more excited about it than you were, even though he didn’t say so). You also got some vibrators, a couple pecies of lingerie, and, of course, a recorder. Without it, everything was pointless.

“Slow down!” a nearby professor yelled, but you and Jonathan paid him no mind and simply ran past him. You both made it into Jonathan’s dorm room, where he said his roommate was visiting his family for the break. 

“Excited?” he asked, as he set up the recorder by his bed. “You know, I won’t hold it against ya if you back out.”

You snorted. “As if. But the same goes for you, too. Anytime you want to stop, we stop, okay?”

He hummed a ‘yes’.

You had already gone over a couple of ground rules before this, including wanting to stop, but it did no harm to mention it again. Amongst the safewords and no go’s (meaning the things you absolutely didn't want to try), you also talked about exactly what you would do with the video once you were finished.

You weren’t too opposed to publishing it on the internet. You heard recently that the market for this stuff was going up and it was much easier to start creating content now that everything was online, but the idea that someone you knew could stumble upon it was terrifying, especially now that you were still in college. You would rather wait until graduation before doing something so risky. 

Jonathan agreed, but you were almost certain it was for different reasons. He had always been a little possessive over you. If he wanted other people to see you two having sex, it was out of the reasoning that he wanted to show you off, show others what he had and they couldn’t. 

Jonathan hesitated before pressing the start button. “Ready?”

You nodded your head, a grin on your face. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

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[mildlycuriousdragon]

Lil angel and demon promptis that I MAY wanna make into a lil pair of stickers-

[miasmaghoul]

Miasmaaaaa

Lil prompty prompt

Mountain has Dew and Rain in cute lil dresses; cleaning up around the den with vibes in em and well... if they cum or even spill they gotta lick it allllll up and then start over geheeueuehe

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Forcedfem also ft. Aether because I liked it that way!

"What, uh...what's going on in here?"

Aether really doesn't have to ask, but his brain needs a minute to comprehend. To ensure he's not dreaming. Surely he must be, surely he can't possibly be seeing -

"Exactly what it looks like," Mountain rumbles from where he sits on one of the common room sofas, legs crossed. He pats the cushion next to him. "Come enjoy the show, hmm?"

Aether swallows hard, nodding slow as he shuffles towards the couch, eyes still stuck on the...well, show is an appropriate way to put it. He palms himself through his jeans absentmindedly as he sits, lips parted and eyes wide.

Dewdrop is kneeling in front of the fireplace, scrubbing at soot-stained stone with shaking hands. His hair hangs over his shoulder, obscuring his face, but every time he draws his brush back Aether catches glimpses of red cheeks and glassy eyes. He's breathing heavily, stilted, biting his lip. Aether's eyes are caught on the way the skin-tight...he supposed it could technically be called a dress, rides up his thighs. The dress is bright red, a little slip of a thing that clings everywhere. Dew's nipples poke through the slinky fabric, his little dick hard and tenting the front. There's a wet spot there that makes Aether groan and throb in his pants.

Rain is standing nearby, facing away from them, swaying as he mops a small section of floor by the window. His legs are visibly shaking, his shoulders drawn and the muscles in his back taut. His dress is another silky shift, but this time in pale blue.

"Like what you see?" Mountain rumbles, and Aether nods. Palms himself again, fattening up nicely against his thigh. He glances over at Mountain and sees that the earth ghoul is in the same boat, straining against his zipper.

"I appreciate the view, but I can't help but wonder what I've walked in on," Aether mutters, eyes sliding along the curve of Dew's ass. He wants so badly to call the little ghoul over, to shove his head under that skirt and lick him into his mouth. To hear all the pretty little sounds Dew makes for him when Aether takes him to the root.

"Just a little fun," Mountain says, watching Rain twitch when he bends to rinse the mop. Aether watches too, the motion making one of Rain's shoulder straps slip off.

"How did you convince them to do this?" He murmurs, attention flicking back to Dew when the fire ghoul gives a shuddering sigh that could almost be called a moan.

"Positive reinforcement." Mountain grins, holding up a pair of small remotes. "Isn't that right, girls?"

They both nod but don't speak, and Mountain tuts. He clicks a button on each remote, soft buzzing fills the air, and the sounds that pour from the ghouls before them have Aether nearly creaming himself. He gives himself a firm squeeze as Mountain does the same, both groaning.

"Tell Aether the rules, sweet peas."

Dew cants his head, tosses his hair back and the look on his face is pure sin. Rain turns to face them and looks much the same, red and dazed, lips slick with drool. The wet spot at the front of Rain's dress is much more pronounced, surrounded by streaks and little drips. Ah, water ghouls. Aether is fully hard against his own leg, throbbing.

"W-we, uh," Rain starts, voice thin. He sounds lost, frail in the best way. "We have to clean. Have to clean up everything we're told. Make it sparkle." He nods to himself, looking to Mountain for approval. There's sweat beading at Rain's temples, dark curls clinging to pale skin.

"Very good," Mountain hums, clicking one of the remotes again and the buzzing intensifies. Rain collapses to his knees with a shout, hand flying to his crotch. "What else?"

"No messes," Dew pants, staring at Aether with unfocused eyes. He looks farther gone than Rain. Sounds it too, voice flat and absent in a way that tells Aether they've been at this for a while. "No messes or we...we have to start over."

Dewdrop cries out as Mountain clicks the other remote, a pattern of buzzes audible from his direction. He rests his forehead on the stone of the hearth, teeth clenched. Aether can see the way his cock twitches as Dew rolls his hips into nothing.

"That's right," Mountain croons, tilting his head and watching the pair of them squirm.

"Messes?" Aether breathes, fully rubbing at himself now. He has a feeling he knows what that means, but -

"They aren't allowed to cum, or to drip on the floor." Mountain sets the remotes next to him, content to watch Dew rut into the air and Rain struggle not to collapse. "My poor little lilypad has been mopping that spot for...how many time is this, princess?"

"F-four," Rain gasps, and Aether watches a new spot soak into the fabric stretched over his dick.

"All because she just can't stop leaking." Mountain fixes Aether with a lascivious smile. "Such a shame too, since my girls aren't getting what they want until they're finished."

Dewdrop and Rain both let out sobs at that, looking at Mountain with sad eyes. Aether watches Mountain spread his legs and unzip, freeing his thick, stiff cock from the confines of his pants. It sways in the air, wet at the tip and desperate for a hole to fuck. He gives himself a slow stroke and lets out a dramatic moan, dropping his head against the back of the couch. Rain looks like he really might cry, and Dew has shifted to sit on his heels, grinding against the vibrating plug like a wanton whore. It suits him.

"Is that so?" Aether murmurs, a cruel little smile curling the corners of his lips. "Fascinating. Should we give them something extra to work for?"

Mountain smiles at him and nods, and Aether wastes no time in freeing his cock. He sighs at the coolness of the air against his heated skin, thumbing over the slick head. He lets out a groan and stares directly at Dewdrop, whose mouth has dropped open. His tongue lolls out, the little ghoul drooling onto his own chest.

"Don't make a mess," Aether teases, wrapping his fingers around the base and slapping his cock against his thigh. "If you do you'll never get your mouth on me, babygirl."

Dew's tears start slipping down his cheeks unbidden, and behind him Rain wails, hips hitching forward as he stares at Mountain in blown-out adoration. That wet spot spreads and Aether swears he can hear the way Rain's cum drips onto the stone floor.

Mountain laughs.

"So cute when you're out of control. Now lick it up and start again."

He turns up the vibrations and then Rain is crying too.

Aether thinks he could get used to this.

[tozettastone]

for the prompty thing: #2, kakuhida?

This is related to this prompt post.

"Kakuzu," Hidan said in his most plaintive tone, crossing his arms behind his head. "This has to be a trap. There's no way."

"The metalworkers' guild has a legitimate business interest," Kakuzu said, which was not even really an answer, much less a rebuttal.

They'd seen the flyer one town over. Kakuzu had torn it from a pole and changed direction, ignoring Hidan's protests and questions for half a mile. And now, they were standing here, at the edge of the cliff that overlooked the Wind Country Official Convention Venue.

The pair peered critically down at the building and all its surrounds.

Kakuzu was still clutching that flyer.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

At Last

Book: Open Heart (pre-series)

Pairing/characters: Ethan x Ramsey x F!OC Estelle Campion, Tobias Carrick

Catergory: Fluff

Rating: PG

Warnings: allusion to sexual activity

Word count: 445

Summary: Tobias is excited that Ethan and Estelle have finally gotten together.

Disclaimer: Characters (except Estelle Campion) belong to Pixelberry

Authors note. Second kiss prompt from this list. The promptis with happiness. Hope you like my take Elsa

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Tobias arrived home from a fractious visit to Philadelphia to visit his mum for Christmas. He pulled an all nighter to get home so when he arrived home and saw Estelle in his best friend’s shirt , well he could have been forgiven for thinking his eyes were deceiving him but they were not. It was Estelle and she was in one of Ethan’s shirts. One could not help but assume that Ethan had stopped being an obstinate ass and that they were together.

They go to the kitchen to make coffee and that is when Ethan woke up. Estelle commented that Ethan was the smart one to avoid problematic families.

After breakfast Ethan walked Estelle home and Tobias used the time to freshen up after his drive.

Tobias had to admit he was excited and relieved. Both Ethan and Estelle had been dancing around what he thought was an inevitability. He knew they both liked each other but Ethan especially loved getting in the way of that.

Ethan returned not long after. He gave him a hug, placed his hands on either side of his face and kissed his forehead with much happiness and excitement.

“Well done buddy and about bloody time!” Exclaimed Tobias.

Ethan blushed. “I did not realize that my personal life warranted such excitement from you.” Said Ethan.

“Buddy, you two have had such a long and protracted dance around what is clear as day and that this that you both like each other very very much. If I am being honest I was starting to wonder if anything would happen.” Said Tobias.

“I know we took our time, you know the reasons at my end. Last night was amazing though so I am glad that we are together” said Ethan, with a wistful smile.

“So shall I expect to see plenty of socks on your door handle then?” Asked Tobias, mischievously.

Ethan chuckled. They talked more about the night before and Tobias vented about his dad. Late in the afternoon Ethan received a message from Estelle inviting him to her house which Ethan accepted.

Eventually Tobias was alone. He was happy for his friend and happy for Estelle too. He drifted off to sleep after a long day.

The next day came and Tobias saw Ethan and Estelle out and about. Estelle saw Tobias and invited him to join them. They had a pleasant lunch. Tobias thought that he was interrupting but Estelle stated that even though her and Ethan are in a relationship, they are all still friends. Ethan proposed a toast to friendship and new relationships.

Everyone chorused the sentiment and looked forward to what the year would bring.

———

Authors note:

Short and sweet but it just makes six months time hurt more because in my world, even though right at the beginning he thought about pursuing Estelle but he could see that she wanted Ethan so he decided to not pursue her and they were great friends the three of them so when it goes pear shape it really hurt everyone, especially the boys.

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[puddingcatbeans]

"Just do it," (#12), promptis? :3c

"Just do it."

Noctis shakes his head. "I can't."

"Whyever not, Noct?" Ignis says. He pushes his glasses up, as serious as if they were going over the meeting minutes sent from the Capital.

"Because," Noctis says, as if that explains it.

Gladio rolls his eyes. He's tapping his foot, but he makes no move to exit the conversation. Noctis' retainers are more like big brothers sometimes, and that's great, because he knows they truly do have his back, but it's also the worst, because they will gladly wait him out for situations like this.

Which is Noctis calling a timeout in his living room on Thursday afternoon, because Prompto has a shift at the grocery store and thus has no chance hearing this disaster of a conversation.

"Come on princess," Gladio says. "What's the worst that can happen?"

"He might laugh?" Noctis says, throwing his hands up. "And then end our friendship and then unfriend me on Mooglebook and then disappear from my life because he hates me forever?"

Ignis sighs. "You are catastrophizing."

"I don't think that kid has a hateful bone in his tiny shrimp body," Gladio adds. "Just do it."

"I must agree," Ignis says. "Besides. If you don't, I believe it will be quite unavoidable the next time he comes over."

Three pairs of eyes turn to the gigantic chocobo sitting in Noctis' living room.

Gladio claps Noctis on the shoulder. "Yeah, buddy, this one's on you. Can't half-ass it now."

Noctis flops back against the sofa. "Fine. Tomorrow, I, Noctis Lucis Caelum, am going to ask Prompto Argentum, pure sunshine in homework form, out on a date."

Ignis smiles over his teacup. "That's more like it."

send me a starter sentence

[picas-art]

If arkham did art classes where the rogues were asked to draw the person in front / next to them, how would that end up? how would for example, riddler draw jon and vice versa, I cna imagine how Harley would draw Joker... I am interested in your thoughts tho! Imagine being their art teacher, who would you pair up then? / would you leave asap, lol?

Sorry to answer this half a year later, but I had this sitting in my drafts and then prompty forgot about it 😭

ANYWAY I would go the safe way and ask the Arkham staff who of the rogues are least likely to kill each other and pair those up lmao. Also the last time they did something involving pencils a guard lost an eye, so painting class it is.

Pair ups I can imagine:

Harley and Ivy - Both take it very seriously and try to paint each other as beautifully as possible. In which Ivy actually succeeds and Harley's looks more like something a 10-year old would draw. But Ivy loves it nonetheless.

Croc and Clayface - Croc is trying to take this seriously but is annoyed at Clayface constantly changing shape.

Mr. Freeze and Jervis - Both completely ignore each other, Victor paints his wife and Jervis paints Alice.

Two-Face and Bane - Harvey doesn’t see the point of this and refuses to participate, but is in awe of Bane’s portrait of him, being surprisingly good at this.

Joker - Is not allowed to participate because of the pencil incident.

And last but not least, Edward and Jonathan, which is just:

And then I get out asap before the paint throwing war begins.

[charmms]

And if you're loving that "Poor Prompto™" angst baked into the lovely Promptis pairing, please please read this fic I was gifted for the @promptisgiftexchange by @Toastie_Pan. Such a heart wrencher (which is exactly what the prompt asked for- they 100% nailed it 💖)!

Summary:

The world disappears when Noctis does and Prompto finds himself fighting with the daemons out in the fields as well as in the cities. But when he gets everything he'd ever wanted, how quickly will he lose it again

[frogandbird]

turbol writing prompties???

-fears 😟😖😣 -turrl tots 🐢🐢🐢🐢 -birthdayys!!!!! 🎂🎁🥳🎉🎈 -practice ⚔️🤺🥷 -rat dad 🐀🧀

have fun!!!!! (≧▽≦)

ok hi! you are one of my favorite people now please know this! i am working on doing all five of these, but i can only answer this once so your getting the one im already done. ill link things as they finish + a03 posts.

Tumbler: [Fears], [Turtle Tots], [Birthdays!], [You are here!], [Rat Dad]

A03: [Fears], [Turtle Tots], [Birthdays!], [Practice], [Rat Dad]

Practice - Rise/2018 - 1K

Leo sat entirely amused by his older brother's antics. The stepping turtle was walking around the dojo, switching weapons from normal racks to the other brothers' spots.

Raph roamed around as Leo spoke “Is this another one of your training ideas?” He asked

Raph snorted, “It’s not dumb.”

Leo raised an eyeridge. “What the hell are we doing then?”

“Language. And we are swapping weapons today.” Raph pulled Donnies bō from the rack, putting his own tonfā in its place.

Leo leaned back on the beanbag, still watching.

“So a disaster, got it.”

“We gotta be ready in case something happens Leon.” Raph turned, face all serious. “Shredder is still out there-“

Leo waved one hand. “Not really bro, he's done and dealt with.”

Raph raised an eyeridge, but sighed. “If you think so. Still, it's better to be ready then not.”

Leo groaned, missing the grin that came over Raphs face.

“So ya don't want to see what happens when I give donnie two blunt weapons instead of one?”

Leo bolted up, his own grin spreading on his face. “Oh that I want to see.”

Raph laughed as Donnie and Mikey came into the dojo, both giving him confused looks.

Leo waved them off, pushing himself out of the beanbag. He grinned as he grabbed Mikey's kusari-fundo, spinning it around.

Mikey squacked, but Raph put an arm out before the box could lunge at him.

“We're doing a thing today big man.” Raph snorted as Mikey glared at him. “Will you cheer up if I give you something sharp?”

“Wait, that’s mine!” Leo yelped as Mikey scrambled over Raphs arm, grabbing Leo's sword off the wall.

"There mine now fucko!” Mikey grinned, leaning on the sword the same as Leo often did.

“Language.” Raph and Donnie spoke at the same time, though neither had any heat to it. Both Mikey and Leo rolled their eyes.

Donnie took the tonfā, then looked back at Raph. “You just switched our weapons.”

Raph shrugged. “yep.”

“Why.”

“‘Cus.”

“Groan.”

— — —

Leo stood opposite Mikey, kusari-fundo in hand. He grinned, moving to mimicking one of Mikey's lower stances. He held the longer part in one hand, chain wrapped around his other wrist.

Mikey stood, ohidi in hand. He had a wider stance, sword held up in the same pose Leo often took. Mikey was grinning, head tilted down, spots glowing slightly.

“Alright you two,” Raph called out, pausing to make sure he had their attention. “No nimpo, normal training rules apply. play nice now.”

Mikey giggled as Leo nodded. Leo was only slightly nervous about putting a blade in Mikey’s hands, but oh well. It was too late now.

Raph held up one hand. “Three.”

Raph folded down his thumb as the pair turned to face each other. “Two.”

Raph folded another finger down. “One.”

Raph dropped his hand. “Go!”

Leo jumped back as Mikey lunged forward, a mad cackle escaping them.

Leo laughed as he held up the chain to block the sword as it came down the first time. the little shit had gone straight for his head.

Leo de-tangled his hand, flinging it forward to wrap around his sword as Mikey tried to jump back.

Mikey, of course, got away faster than Leo could act. Mikey grinned, still giggling like the little demon he was.

Leo rolled his eyes, flinging the chain forward. It stopped short of mikey.

They both paused. Leo could feel one eye twitch. Mikey snorted after a moment.

“Dude, that was so bad.” Mikey looked ready to explode with laughter.

“Shut up.” Leo groaned, grabbing the chain and coiling it back up.

“Wanna try again?” Mikey teased, still giggling.

Leo rolled his eyes, attempting Mikey's move once again.

This time he caught the blade. He grinned. Mikey groaned.

Leo laughed as he yanked Mikey forward.

Mikey smiled, letting go of the blade.

Leo yelped. He dropped Mikey’s kusari-fundo as he jumped back, not wanting to get cut by his own blade <i>again</i>.

Raph just sighed as Donnie let out a small laugh.

Leo turned to raph. "Hey, I got Dee to laugh.” He grinned.

Raph had an amused look on his face, no matter the shake of the head and the flick of the tail Leo got.

“Yeah sure.” Raph waved them forward, not able to hide his laugh.

Leo and Mikey shared a grin, grabbing their respective weapons and running over to stand next to Donnie and Raph.

Raph gave Leo a pat on the shoulder as they traded spots, bō in his other hand. Donnie's wooden bō was in the lab, the snapper not daring to train with the metal one lest he face Donnies wrath.

Donnie and Raph stood opposite, both standing straight. Donnie moved to bow, Raph following suit not half a second later.

Leo rolled his eyes, raising one hand to mimic what Raph had done just a few minutes before.

The older pair didn’t seem to need it, Raph lunging forward with bō ready to strike.

Donnie brought his hands up after a second hesitation, absorbing what little of the blow they hadn't been able to avoid.

Raph stepped back, raising the bō. He shook his head, dropping it back into a more neutral stance.

Donnie took this chance to lunge forward, fist raised to try and pounce Raph in the chest.

Raph stepped to the side, grabbing Donnies hand and pushing him aside.

Donnie spun as he landed, the other fist managing to make contact into Raph’s shoulder.

Raph grunted, bringing the bō down to bonk Donnie on the head.

Donnie stepped back, hissing.

Raph snorted, moving back to prepare for another strike.

Donnie leapt forward, managing to land another blow on raph.

Raph related by tripping the soft shell, bō coming down, stopping just at Donnie's throat.

Raph grinned, Donnie sighing.

Raph offered a hand, pulling Donnie up in one movement.

Mikey leaned over to Leo, mumbling. “Now I feel bad for messing around.”

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, but they train more.”

Mikey nodded as Raph congratulated donnie. “That’s true.”

Leo shrugged. “wanna go again?”

Mikey giggled. “Sure!”

[gingerteaonthetardis]

heyyyyyy pals i am humbly asking for some autumnal writing prompts to work on in the morning 🍂 i am trying to get my writing brain into action early this year so i don't totally fumble my holiday goals you feel?

anyway prompt + character(s)/pairing would be lovely but you can leave it nonspecific if you want writer's choice (warning: it will probably be about that old man; also warning: i am a shippy bitch by nature so if you want something Not That please let me know). doesn't have to be just dw if you're feeling prompty for anything else i blog about! ❤

also if you sent me a prompt and i didn't answer it in the past i owe you cookies. sorry love you i'll try to do better in future

[a-still-small-vox]

So I never got around to actually publishing this in 2022 (oops) so I’m going to publish it now for the record, then release the current one for 2023 immediately after.

Fics written in 2022, and their word counts:

A Royal Holiday | Homestuck | DaveJade | 4,901 words (Homestuck Secret Santa)

None But The Brave | Redwall | Mattimeo-centric | 9,146 words

Honey | FFXV x Dragon Age | Promptis | 4,802 words (FTH)

Poison Paradise | The Witcher | Geraskier | 2,524

The Immortor | FFXV | Promptis | 9,078 words

Tomber La Chemise | FFXV | Promptis | 1,088 words

Falling Water | FFXV | Promptis | 15,116 words

The Adventures of Prompto Argentum, Cyborg Mechanic | FFXV | Promptis | 9,615 words (Book Club Discord exchange)

Mountain Guardian | FFXV | Promptis | 5,838 words (Promptis discord holiday wishes event)

Irons In The Honey | Homestuck | Katnep | 5,603 words (Homestuck Secret Santa)

Because You Are My Friend | FFXV | Promptis | 7,906 (Promptis discord holiday wishes event)

The Painting Of Mao | No. 6 | Nezushi | 2,613 words (No. 6 Secret Santa)

Unreleased fics

Excerpt From The Chronicles of Bleaklow Monastery | 7,005 words - this was written for the No. 6 discord’s OC exchange

Four Slices | Avatar: the Last Airbender | Zuko & Iroh | 11,982 words - for the upcoming Forged In Flame zine

The Council Of Six | No. 6 | Nezushi | 2,753 words - for the No. 6 Zine by Kerminty, which is still available to buy digitally!

Other:

Blossoming Souls | FFXV | Promptis | 56,061 - this was a fic written for the FFXV Book Club Discord’s round robin fic writing event. I wrote roughly 1/3 of the word count. (~18,687 words)

High School And Forever | Avatar: the Last Airbender | Ty Lee-centric | 2,266 words - for the Crossroads Zine

Chapters 20 and 21 of Leviathan by SayNevermore - translation from French to English (1,990 + 1,288 words)

Total fics: 16 Total word count: 118,657 

Wow! Absolutely blew 2021′s word count out of the water! In fact, my most productive year to date since I’ve been doing these wrap-up memes. The next highest is 98,382 words from 2020.

Specifics:

Best/worst title?

Best: Falling Water

Worst: Irons In The Honey - what a dreadful mental image, lol

Best/worst first line?

Best: Sunlight trickled through the branches of the forest, beamed down from the clear blue sky to kiss the leaves and ground. (Falling Water) Why?: This image is very romantic and vivid. It isn’t the best constructed sentence I’ve ever constructed, but most of my other first lines were more serviceable than punchy or evocative. The runner up would be the first line from None But The Brave, which sets up a mood and conflict instantly --  “No one who had not been to the Kingdom of Malkariss could understand how utterly devoid of hope it was for the slaves who toiled there.”

Worst: Jaskier was well aware that Geralt had too much potion toxicity in his blood. (Poison Paradise) Why?: BOY is this clunky. RIP.

Best/worst last line?

Best: When they eventually left the valley, stocked with flower seeds, seedlings, secret potions, and triumph, they flew back to Ferelden in style. (Honey) Why?: LOOK! A ZEUGMA!!

(The one for Because You Are My Friend is pretty good too: “Noctis laughed and Prompto did too, heart so light he didn’t need his wings to fly.”)

Worst: Against Prompto’s new lips, Noctis felt perfect. (The Adventures of Prompto Argentum) Why?: It’s not horrible or anything, I’m just kinda Eh on it. Maybe because perfect is such a vague word. It just isn’t as strong as the rest of the fic, I feel. I’m also not super fond of the last lines of High School And Forever and The Painting Of Mao.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted? Definitely more. I never in a million years expected Blossoming Souls to reach 56,000 words all on its own, let alone to outstrip the preceding years I’ve been doing this meme.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? The Witcher - I haven’t seen the show, and I’ve only read one book. But I was inspired by a piece of fanart I saw on my dash.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest. This is a hard one. Probably Blossoming Souls, although I also really like Falling Water and The Adventures of Prompto Argentum.

Okay, NOW your most popular story. By kudos it’s Poison Paradise. By hits it’s Blossoming Souls.

Story most underappreciated by the universe? Irons In The Honey doesn’t have any comments on it :( At least I know the gift recipient liked it. Story that could have been better? I’m really not thrilled with A Royal Holiday. It’s okay, but I feel like it just doesn’t work in the way that some of my other AUs do. Can’t figure out what it’s missing or what’s wrong with it. I did my best but I wish it had had a beta. Sexiest story? Poison Paradise

Saddest story? The Immortor Most fun? Blossoming Souls. Just writing in the fast-paced, group environment was so fun, especially given how much I vibed with the rest of my team. Story with single sweetest moment? Probably Four Slices. It’s about Iroh realising how much his darling nephew loves him, so hard to beat that in terms of fluff.

Hardest story to write? Also Four Slices. I’ve never written something from Iroh’s POV before, even though he is the best. It took me a while to complete, even though it’s fairly simple in concept.

Easiest/most fun story to write? In a way, Blossoming Souls was super easy. Words came out and they had to stay there. But of the more conventional fics, I’d say The Painting of Mao. I came up with a concept and put it to paper with no real stress.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters? Four Slices forced me to do a little more research into the lore around Zuko and Iroh’s relationship from the comics. Reading Mattimeo and writing None But The Brave did shift my perception of some of the characters a bit. I had to find the sympathy in both Cynthia and Vitch in order to redeem them.

Most overdue story? The Immortor was from an older concept, but I can’t say that any of these fics were necessarily overdue as such.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? It was definitely a risk to participate in a group writing project. If everyone else had flaked, that would’ve been the end of that. I don’t know what I learnt from it exactly, but I sure had a good time. It probably helped my ‘planning on the fly’ skills. I also got to flex my angst muscles a bit with The Immortor, which is good, because I don’t use them too often.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

My writing goals for 2023 are:

1. Once again, write more original fiction. 3 short stories by 2024 is definitely doable. 2. Writing a story or fic in French. 3. Making progress on one of my unfinished works on AO3 (Perchance to Wake, OFF-Script, or Fateswap Beyond).

And if I had to pick one fic from my list of unwritten dream fics to complete, it would be Day by Day.

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That’s all, folks! If anyone else wants to do this wrap up like it’s a meme and tag me, go right ahead. Happy New Year!