#prompt ask

[poppet-seed]

Hi👋 Not sure how many emojis you may have already covered, but how about 🎶 with the Mario Bros.?

HAI MUGI! I actually haven't gotten too many prompt asks as of recently. I think there's only one other prompt ask in my que so I appreciate your request! 💚

Sorry it took a bit to do!

Prompt from this post (requests are still open!)

Prompt: 🎶 Dancing

+ A Small bonus doodle <3

[quintessenceofdust88]

Okay, tumblr milestone prompt, here it comes: As I'm in need of fluff myself, what about a day in the life of married couple BuckTommy domestic fluff? If that makes any sense? I just love the idea of them married, calling each other happy, and being in love.

Ohhh I love this prompt! There's sth about fluffiness in marriage that really gets to me.

Anyway hope you enjoy it, darling! It's not exactly a full day bc I got carried away hehe, but it's very very fluffy anyway.

And HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY AGAIN I hope you're having a great one!! (and that it's still your birthday in your timezone cause I really wanted to get this done by your birthday)❤️❤️

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Tommy's face is the first thing Buck sees when he opens his eyes in the morning and, as cliché as stupid it sounds, that brings a smile to his face. He tried to wait up for Tommy to get back from his shift last night, but fell asleep with his cellphone in hand, reading an article about octopuses (they took Jee to the aquarium on the weekend and it had an effect on him).

When Buck wakes up, it's to find his cellphone plugged in and neatly stacked on his nightstand, and he feels a warm rush of affection for his attentive husband. He takes advantage of his sleeping state to take a good look at his relaxed face. There's nothing about it Buck doesn't love, from his dark eyebrows to his angular nose to the sweet curve of his mouth. There are little rays of sun escaping through the curtains and falling on Tommy's frame, making his few grays shine beautifully. 

Before he gives into the temptation of running a hand through Tommy's hair and wake him up, Buck gets out of bed and goes downstairs, set on making breakfast for himself and his overworked husband.

He tries to be as silent as possible as he moves around their spacious kitchen (it was the one thing he had been set on when they were house hunting; Tommy's was a spacious garage, and eventually they'd found the perfect place for a very fair price once Tommy's old house entered the deal), turning on the coffee maker, sorting ingredients for breakfast and realizing they're out of cinnamon. Knowing full well that Tommy will whine about his french toast if there's no cinnamon, Buck opts for pancakes instead.

Buck prepares the batter while humming to himself, thinking about what dessert he can take to their family dinner at Maddie and Chim’s later that day. Just as he starts pouring batter into the frying pan, he feels strong arms around his waist, and he doesn’t even pretend to startle; it’s not the first morning he’s greeted like this. Buck leans back against Tommy’s strong chest, and Tommy nuzzles against his neck. 

“Morning, sweetheart” He whispers sleepily against Buck’s neck, sending a shiver down his spine as he presses small kisses on his skin. 

“You’re gonna make me burn breakfast” He teases, and is met with a huffed laughter against his shoulder. 

“So we eat out” Tommy answers, his arms still gripping Buck’s waist, and it takes all of his strength (and the reminder they’ll probably have sex right after breakfast anyway) to playfully tap the spatula against Tommy’s hands so he’ll let go. 

“Behave, mr. Kinard” He scolds, and Tommy places a loud kiss on his cheek (and a slap on his ass) before letting go, grabbing plates and mugs on his way to the table. 

“I always behave, mr. Kinard” Tommy says, wiggling his eyebrows, and Buck doesn’t think he’ll ever get completely used to the thrill he gets to be called ‘mr. Kinard’. Tommy knows it, the bastard, and his smirk makes it pretty clear. “It’s not my fault you look particularly hot in my T-shirt”

Buck looks down at himself, realizing Tommy’s right. He barely notices anymore which clothes are his and which are Tommy’s, especially when it comes to LAFD gear, but the Bon Jovi faded black T-shirt is definitely not his. 

“Well, I look even better with no T-shirt on, if you wanna see what that’s like” He flirts teasingly, and tries for a casual one-handed flip on the pancake he’s frying right now. Except it doesn’t go that well, and the pancake lands directly on the stove instead of the pan. “Oh, shit!” 

He rushes to fix it and throws the ruined pancake out before it gets even worse. When he looks at Tommy, he finds his husband barely containing his laughter, which makes Buck point a firm finger at him with a glare.

“Shut up” He says, and Tommy raises his hands in mock defense.

“I didn’t say anything!” 

“Keep it that way” Buck threatens, and Tommy mockingly zips his mouth as he takes their mugs to the coffee maker and prepares both of their coffees (and there’s something in the way he does it that makes it even better than when Buck prepares his own).

Once the pancakes are ready (no more flipping incidents, Buck finished it pretty conservatively), Buck brings them to the table, where Tommy has already placed syrup and some butter. They sit down one in front of the other and share a smile before digging in, in comfortable silence. 

“This is so good, babe” Tommy tells him between mouthfuls, and Buck hums appreciatively. “You spoil me, you know? I never have breakfast this good at the station”

“I like spoiling you” Buck says earnestly, and Tommy blushes, a small smile appearing on his face. Sometimes it’s still hard for him to accept hard things, but Buck keeps reassuring him; it’s a work in progress. “I was gonna make your French toast, but we’re out of cinnamon, and you always say…”

“French toast is no good without cinnamon” Tommy finishes, and Buck swears there’s a beginning of a pout on his face; maybe there’s some truth about married couples picking up habits from each other. “Did you add it to the list? We’re going grocery shopping later, right?”

“Yup” Buck agrees, taking a sip of his coffee (damn perfect, as always). “And tonight we’re on for dinner at Maddie’s, don’t forget”

“So, groceries and family dinner” Tommy recaps. “Any other plans for the day?”

“Not really. Thought we could just… spend it together?” Buck suggests. 

Sometimes they’ll spend their days off with Eddie (and Chris if he doesn’t have cooler teenage stuff to do and deems them worthy of his presence), or Jee and little Kevin, and it’s great fun. But there’s also something pretty special about just basking in each other’s company all day, be it running errands or cleaning the house or having sex or just staying on the couch, Buck on his phone and Tommy with a book. 

“Sounds perfect to me” Tommy answers gleefully, and he takes Buck’s hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “Any day with you is perfect”

And gosh, that’s sappy. But damn if it doesn’t make Buck smile like a lovesick idiot. Because his husband is a complete sap and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[augustwritingchallenge]

What can we expect with the "alignment swap"? What does that mean?

Borrowing a Wiki definition: alignment is a categorization of the ethical and moral perspective of characters.

Like Role Reversal, Alignment Swap changes a character's nature. But while usually, you would only be changing good to evil and evil to good, this time, you can branch out. Using the Dungeons & Dragons alignment chart, try to imagine your character(s) with a differently oriented moral compass. A hero might still be a hero, but instead of always doing the Right Thing, they might lean towards doing a good thing the Fun Way - making things explode just to make a friend smile, for example.

This will also be easier for the morally grey character lovers! :D

[tealcicada]

I wonder, with the Decepticon Sari AU, I'm pretty sure Isaac Sumdac would stick to not creating weapons, but there's no way an active Megatron wouldn't figure out a way around it. Sure, Isaac may be the main patsy, but there's plenty of humans who'd jump at the chance to manufacture cybertronian weaponry, and I have no doubt Megatron would be eager to exploit any chance he has to grow his army, even if part of the army is small, squishy humans running fire support.

Oh absolutely, this is like the main contention in their relationship. When he's just a head he's more covert and limited about leaking better cybertronian weapon designs to key players so that Earth can better protect itself (and him) if the Autobots invade but once he's rebuilt and installed himself as sorta the Decepticon ambassador of Earth he's a lot more hands on with making sure that Earth is well armed and trained to take down Autobots (but not warframes like him).

I think Isaac would find out a lil bit after he rebuilds megatron and someone accidentally mentions it to him and he gets so mad that megs was going behind his back for years to use his company to make weapons. Megs would argue and maybe even point to how it has helped kill autobots that were sent to assassinate him and Sari. The Autobots on cybertron don't know specifics about Sari or that she's just a kid, they just know her as the Decepticons knew secret weapon/master hacker. Isaac and megs argue about the weapons on and off like an old married couple, isaac saying that violence is never the answer and loathes that his company was used like this and megs saying that there are real threats and this is protecting his family. That gets to Isaac and eventually he begrudgingly agrees to it but is always hesitant with every new advancement in the weapons dept.

[waywardsuniverses]

ooo for the prompt game, 🌹🖊️ please! thank you!

Oooh thank you for being my first ask! I hope this prompt is good for you. I'm going to give you a word one and a dialogue just to give you some options!

First prompt: Character A runs into their ex and it stirs us some old uncomfortable emotions, they go home and Character B sees that Character A isn't themselves. Character A tells them what happened and Character B spends the day showing Character A how much they love them and how special they are.

Dialogue Prompts: "I know I was taking a long time to figure out what was going on between us. But I know now. And I love you too"

I hope these give you some good ideas for your OCS or OTPS!!!

If you want to send in a request, you can find the original post here!

[bansept]

Hi there! i choose IchiHime with those prompts:

comparing hand sizes.

standing on your tip toes to reach your partner's lips.

intertwining fingers when making love.

Thank you for the ask! You can find more here ! I hope you'll like it, even if it's short haha

By the time they know for sure Kazui is asleep, safely tucked in his bed, his window shut tight, dinosaur blanket resting atop his comforter, Orihime pulls him closer to the bed. The night is young, yet already tainting their room in a blue hue, moonlight lighting up the decoration and trinkets.

By the door, a shelf with a few framed pictures. Her brother, His mother, his parents, Yuzu and Karin holding him tight when they were kids. Orihime with the girls and a few of the women from the Soul Society, when they had visited in their gigais, back at her graduation. Another, bigger frame, shows them with radiant smiles, her eyes filled with tears as his arm is wrapped around her waist, a blush on his cheeks. She looks gorgeous, maybe the most wonderful she has ever been, in her pure white wedding dress. Orihime had told him, and keeps repeating it proudly, that he was dashing in his suit. She's often right. He did feel quite handsome that day, but that was surely because she was the one gazing at him.

Another frame, against the wall, with drawings and letters written with pudgy fingers, a small Kazui is held against his mother, nestled in her chest, while Ichigo's hand is dwarfing the baby. Orihime had marvelled for a long time at the difference in their heights, and by the time Kazui was here, she had laughed at the impossibly small fist holding his index finger.

Her beautiful hands, wrapped around his collar as he leans them down, shuffling on the bed so he doesn't squish her too much, kissing her on her plush lips.

Her fingers wrap around the short strands of hair, pulling at the lock dropping on his forehead, slicking his wet hair back. Ichigo works on her nightgown, pushing it higher and higher, uncovering her thighs, hips and stomach, until the weight of her breasts blocks it to puddle on her chest. Orihime is never insecure about her skin, the small stretch lines from carrying their baby. He shut that out the moment she frowned in front of the mirror, 5 years ago.

It's the same elevating sensation when they kiss and he dives into her again, slowly, tenderly. He caresses her skin with care and love. Orihime smiles and picks up his hands, interweaving her fingers through his, chuckling at the difference in size again. He grins at her, playfully tightening his hold so only her fingertips peak from the confines of his touch.

Ichigo always knew fighting was worth it, if it was in the name of protecting others. Back when he was a kid, back when those overwhelming powers and revelations shattered his world. It was always worth it to fight for her, with her, for their future. He's a sap, he realized that years ago when she brought bread to his place with a blush on her cheeks and discovered his heart thudded loudly in his chest.

But when he comes back home to her, to his boy, to their smiles and to her kisses, to her laughter when she has to stand on her tippy-toes to kiss his chin, to the unadulterated desire to make her twirl during a dance, to the feeling of safety he fought a god for, Ichigo guesses being a sap is the least of his worries.

[thepenultimateword]

Hello. How about writing about a possessed vampire with his new victim. Thanks.

Sorry it took me longer than expected to write this prompt! I hope this ok! I tried to include some of the details that you mentioned over message!

Vampire gripped the rosary tighter, fingering each bead with an almost hollow, automatic desperation. The little wooden cross at the end burned into his clavicle, but the sweet scent of blood was stronger than the pain.

The woman shone her phone flashlight around the dark room. Vampire wasn't sure what had brought her here to this old building, but she'd been easy enough to track. And even as she paid careful attention to each corner and crevice, she didn't seem to notice his presence. She hadn't noticed him at the station either. Or the store.

Eat. Eat. Eat.

It wasn't so much a voice as a feeling. An overpowering, all-encompassing instinct, so strong he could almost taste it. It tasted like darkness.

It used to be easier to resist the bloodlust. Not perfectly, but...better. But ever since the shadows came into his head, heavy and hungry and pressuring, resisting his predator nature was a losing battle. He clutched the rosary tighter even as he crept toward his newest victim. What was the point in pretending? He'd followed her all the way here. No matter the regrets, no matter the resistance, he'd always known he wasn't letting her go.

He let the floorboards creak under his weight as he stepped into the open. It seemed fairer when they knew he was coming. They could at least believe they had a fighting chance. Even if they actually didn't.

The woman whirled around with the scared quickness of all prey, but as they locked gazes, he wondered if maybe...just maybe...she'd known he was there all along.

[tigereyes45]

Going through some writer's block so feel free to send in some Star Trek Prompts.

I've seen all of

TOS,

AOS,

and Lower Decks.

EDIT:

DS9 (finished it yesterday!)

Voyager (I'm in the middle of season 2)

I'm two episodes into Enterprise. So try to keep the prompts restricted to the shows I've seen. (Perferably not Enterprise unless you're willing to wait a long while for it haha.)

I'll write for most ships, but you don't have to send in a ship prompt. Just feel free to send in whatever ya want. Hoping something pulls me out of this rut.

I'll be accepting new prompts for as long as this is pinned to the top of my blog. Feel free to send in as many as you want. I wanna be buried in them like Kirk was buried in tribbles. (Something has to ignite the creative side of my brain, right?)

[depressed-sock]

Hi im stressing the fuck out so in order to distract myself im offering to do 100 word drabbles. Just send in a character and a word from any of the tagged things.

Examples:

[Commander Fox and Scars]

[Drifter and Longing]

[Liara T'sonia and Sunset]

[bilightningwhumper]

Hiii! I’m pretty new to your blog but I saw one of your bad things happen bingo posts and I had this prompt idea. I’m not sure if you’re only planning on doing it with OCs or not so just ignore this if that’s the case! :D

For “I deserve this” what about a villain who’s been caught and put into a reformation program but the heroes in charge aren’t really abiding by the rules when “disciplining” them. After reaching out for help but being denied since “they’re a villain whatever it is was probably deserved” they basically internalize it/stop asking for help. Maybe some hurt/comfort with this trope and a hero who changes their mindset and helps them? Like it’s just the angst of the hero realizing it’s wrong but feeling the guilt that they supported it at some point!! 💗💗

I'm not sure if you've written something like this before or if you like this trope, but if it’s piqued your interest Id love to see your take on it!

I've already got an idea for that prompt in particular, but this is a cool idea, too! Even though it's not quite like what you have here, I do have my story "A Hero's Promise" that I'm going to be using it (my idea) for on my ex-villian whumpee character. It's going to be for a kind of heavy grief scene, if I'm remembering my plans right. Either that or a dysphoria/past trauma one while he's still stuck with the villians.

I'm not sure when or if I'd use this prompt in particular, but tell you what, I get random inspiration sparks a lot out of nowhere. I'd probably still use it for OCs, since writing generic tends to end up with names no matter how hard I try not to, so I'll save it for later. Especially since I'm a big fan of expanding the worlds of my stories with new ones. After all, Rex isn't the only ex-Company member out there.

Thank you for the idea!

[poppet-seed]

Da brothers with 🩸 ?

AAA it took me a while to respond to this! Got super held up on playing mario & luigi brothership! (GOD I need to draw them)

Prompts from this post (still open requests)

Prompt: 🩸Patching up a wound

Tw: blood/ injury

Based loosely off a fanfic done by the lovely @/therandomer5000 on A03 please go read if you haven't!! Very lovely little fic on the bros fretting over each other 💚❤

I know the prompt specifically says 'patching' up a wound but I feel patching up someone starts with assessing to see if they are okay

Plus a mistimed hammer attack has got to hurt- 💔

[jen-with-a-pen]

Alice idk what the FUCK kinda drugs you smuggled into this simple, singular ask, but goddamnit it made me sprint to my docs and start writing for the first time in God knows when. I literally have created an au in a matter of hours of seeing this. Fuck you and thank you🫣😋😈

[this is currently an untitled au and a WIP]

Photographer!Dark!Bucky Barnes x RunwayFashionModel!Reader

The overhead spotlights drop the second the showrunner points to the cameras, who, in turn, point to you. Big white bounce cards blind your peripherals and the sound of murmurs throughout the studio, executives and assistants alike, work their way into your ears. The voices swirl into one drone of static and the lights start getting brighter and brighter. Your grip on the arms of the chair grows tighter. Manicured fingernails threaten to dig into the upholstery, the gaudy necklace resting on your chest beginning to brand into your skin. The makeup caked onto your flesh feels like it’s melting, taking your dermis with it.

You can't tear your eyes away from behind the host's head, staring off into space and trying not to focus on the bile beginning to bubble in your pitted stomach.

You knew you should've eaten something.

As the host waits for her after-ad-break cue, shuffling her question cards and sipping coffee from her custom show-branded cup, you feel restless. Legs bouncing out of sync, begging to get up, to run off set and out onto the bustling streets below and never look back. Maybe a bus or cab will make it end, make it stop. You were never cut out for this, never supposed to be here.

"Bunny."

You gasp, your trance broken as the deep bass sounding out your nickname cuts through the noise. It's like oxygen for you. He is oxygen for you. You can’t escape him willingly- he’ll only find a way to be there. To always be there.

You whip your head around to face the herd of people and producers staring at you. Out of all of them, through the blinding lights, you meet his gaze. All six feet four inches, built-like-a-god, broad shoulders of him. His eyes shine like sea glass behind the camera operator, baby blue and looking only at you. For that moment, you are the only one he sees. His target. His. You are the only one he can touch, who he can feel, halfway across the room.

The pit only grows larger, filling your hunger with nausea. You'd bet all the money in the world he schmoozed some P.A. just to make sure he was there to see you. To surveil you.

You wish you were playing in traffic.

[augustwritingchallenge]

Hi! I love this fest and I LOVE this year's prompt list!!

I have one question: what's the Will-o'-the-Wisp prompt, and the Alignment Swap prompt?

Thanks!!

I explain Alignment Swap thoroughly here. :)

Will-o'-the-Wisps are creatures from folklore, little spirits made of light that are either helpful or mean, depending on where you're from. Where I live, they are believed to lead travellers off the path and into traps. In the Disney movie Brave, they lead you towards your destiny. Your interpretation for AU-gust might also be metaphorical if you don't feel like writing a folklore-inspired story.

[tealcicada]

How would you address the issue of Unicron if it appears and a hypothetical defeat of the decepticons and death of Megatron? The emergence of Galvatron?

Hmmm, I've always liked the idea of Sari more or less being a demigod or oracle for primus. I think in one of my fave fics shes like a minicon prophet for primus? Anyway, I'd have Unicron be the planet like in prime and the signs of him awakening start off slow with weird happenings in the decepticon's energon mines on earth with cave ins ans tainted energon (literally unicron is creaking and stretching so the earths crust is cracking off) And then it rapidly gets worse as environmental and cybertronian disasters are everywhere, people and bots are starving, Megatron is trying to put out several metaphorical and or literal fires until he's run ragged. Sari's been getting headaches that turn into visions (she later learns are from primus/allspark) showing her a solution. The visions tell her to go to the center of the earth and in a very Moses fashion to be Primus' oracle to speak directly to Unicron in the hopes of quelling his brother. Megatron of course does not let her go alone and if it were up to him wouldn't let he go at all but everyone is dying and he feels helpless. Things do not go well when Sari tries to commune with Unicron's spark. Unicron is insulted that Primus would send a monstrosity of cybertronian and organic to speak to him and a sun flare like arch lashes out to kill this insect before him. Megatron, however, of course dies taking the blow to save his daughter. Sari in her anguish goes supernova, flinging energy everywhere which puts unicron back in a hibernating state and then goes to Megatrons body and pleads desperately with Primus to save him somehow. A la kingdom hearts 1 style, primus' spirit leaves Sari and reincarnates megatron into galvatron.

That ended up being mostly just a bunch of tropes hiding in a trenchcoat but I think they wear it well. Sorry it took me so long to reply but thank you for the ask! This was a fun prompt!!

[pizza-rina]

RAHHHHHHH I LOVE MOICY SM GIVE MY PROMPS NOWWWWWWWWW

[bearlytolerant]

hi bear!! i saw that writing prompts meme you reblogged, so: 4 for the Arisen and Phaesus? :D

Hello! Ah, thank you so much! ☺️

4. I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every line 

Wake

She does not cross his mind.

Not for days. For weeks. Months.

He is not counting.

Close to his goals and he can almost touch his fingers to this world and spin it off its axis. The idea thrills him. Though it is late and he must sleep, he walks the shore of the Olta’Battahl Coastline, hoping the waves will quiet his mind. The morrow will be the day of change and tonight he will quietly celebrate with the hushed clapping of the waves.

Twilight horizon, amethyst locks, a sharp intake of breath and he halts. Heels digging into the shifting silt of the pebbled beach, he knows that silhouette standing stoically at the shore. Knows the arch of the back in front of him and the tattoos he’s traced with his fingers countless times. The curves of those hips that his hands have held, squeezed. Lips have kissed. Those shoulders that his palms have cupped while he smooths them up the soft skin of her neck, pulling her close as he whispered words that he told himself were lies; manipulations. But now he beholds this half of her in whole memories, and knows in his heart that the only lies told were the ones to himself.

The urge to experience her, rediscovering every inch of her body swells in his chest but his feet remain planted. Heart pounding, frozen in a wave of indecision, he wonders where her pawns are. Why she is alone. Why she is here, near the shore at all.

She bends, removing her sandals one at a time and tosses them far out into the water. The brine’s now shadowed tendril’s lash out, splashing and swallowing her boots and he imagines what little clothes she wears must be soaked now. Unbothered, she steps out past the shoreline, her ankles deep in water and desire is replaced with panic.

Boots slipping in the rocks, his feet feel caught in slowed time. He stumbles and slides, jaw agape with horror as she sinks into the grasp of the brine without a single cry from help passing from her lips. A crumbling to his knees, palms now bloodied with the sharp, jagged edges of stone in his skin and he reaches for her with shaking hands.

“Gwyn,” he whispers against the cacophony of the insatiable brine tendrils that have now swallowed her up.

Crawling to the edge of the shore just as the splashing settles, he falls prostrate, curling his fingers around the soaked pebbles, burning his wounds with silt and salt. There is a hollowness in his heart where maybe relief or tears or something should be. But then the brine stirs, shifting with a subtle scarlet glow and she reappears next to him, soaked, and eyes closed in peace.

He scrambles, hands closing over her body, pressing against her cheeks. “You must wake,” he tells her fervently, though without her, his goals would be easier to achieve. But he’s never expected ease.

Her hand finds his and squeezes, lips pulling into a slow, soft smile. “Phaesus,” she says, hushed like the waves lapping at the shore. “I have missed you.” She kisses his palm. The inside of his wrist.

Closing his eyes, he clenches his jaw to dam the emotions that threaten to flood him. Of course this world would not let her go so easily. The only redeemable quality about it.