#prompt8

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

prompt8: urge ! I Love the way you describe all the Feelings in your stories :DD ( and keeping It gn so i can at least have my mxm Imagine haha xDD)

Hiiiiii so sorry it took so long, wrangling that muse is difficult. I did, however, manage to subdue it with the help of this post, much thanks to OP.

You feel it well up from deep within you. A barely contained fury, a dark sinister urge to rip apart those responsible for the scene before you. Orin smiles from her perch above Astarion, who is bound upon a slab whilst Orin's dagger rests just above his heart.

"Come to save your beloved?" She smiles at you eerily, twirling her dagger. You say nothing, mind clouding with anger as you walk down the steps towards the stage upon which Orin will perform her final dance. She laughs, eager to get the ritual started but your gaze remains cold.

You don't need a Slayer form to kill her.

What happens next is but a blur. All you know is that at the end of it all, Orin lies in a puddle of blood at your feet, gasping her last breaths as she reaches out to you. The Urge within you howls victoriously, eager for the feast and your ears ring, the shouts of your companions muffled. All you can focus on is the dying traitor in front of you. Blood roars in your ears, the beast inside hungrily calling for you to take your place as Bhaal's true chosen but when you deal the final blow, it's to save the man you love from Orin's clutches, not to become what your father wants you to be.

As your dagger tears through skin and flesh, ripping away Orin's final breath, the pained cry that slips past her lips sounds familiar, almost as though it were…

Astarion.

You blink and the scene before you changes. Astarion lies before you, bloodied by your blade, your magic, you, while the monster Orin laughs from her place upon the sacrifical stone slab. Your mind goes blank, arms falling to your sides as you crumble to the floor.

"Star." The word feels thick in your throat. Bile floods your mouth, making you sick and you resist the urge to gag. Blood bubbles from Astarion's lips as he tries to speak but all that comes out is a gurgle. His crimson eyes glare at you, as if blaming you for being unable to differentiate your lover from your sister. He's right to blame you, all this is your fault, all because of your inability to see past Orin's illusions. You can vaguely hear Orin cackling as your other companions fight their way to her, and then everything falls silent, save for the dripping of blood onto the stone floor. She's disappeared, leaving only a mocking thanks for your sacrifice to Bhaal.

"Star." The word comes out as a sob, your greatest fear now realised. Tears stream silently down your cheek but no one's there to comfort you. You've killed the one who was always there for you, gentle whispers of reassurance lost forever because of your bloodstained hands. Overwhelmed with grief and self-hatred, you scream.

And then you wake up.

Sweat clings to you like second skin, drenching your clothes. Your chest heaves with each gaping breath you take, your hands clammy and your face sticky with tears.

Astarion.

You whip around wildly, eyes frantically searching for your lover in what is slowly registering as your shared room. The vampire is peacefully trancing in the bed next to you, a singular crimson eye cracking open at your wild movements.

"Darling? Some of us are trying to sleep, you know."

Relief floods you at the sight and you collapse back onto the bed, nearly bursting into tears yet again. Then laughter takes over, your abdomen hurting from the effort.

Orin is dead. Astarion is alive, as alive as an undead can get.

Astarion rises to get a better look at you when he realises you're acting weird, concern colouring his face when he sees the dried tear streaks on your cheeks. The snarky facade quickly fades, giving way to genuine worry. His cold fingers send tingles running up your spine as they run along your cheek, gently wiping away the stray tears that roll down.

"Orin's dead," you gasp out between the laughter. "Orin's dead."

"She is." Astarion is unnaturally quiet. His eyebrows are furrowed in worry, lips tentatively hovering over your forehead. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You reach up, cupping his cheek, feeling the skin beneath your fingers. Your beloved is right here, in front of you, unharmed. Orin lies somewhere in the bowels of Baldur's Gate, carrion for the rats that lurk there. You exhale sharply, closing your eyes as you try to bring your heart rate under control once more.

"You're here." The words leave your lips in a shaky whisper. "You're here."

"I promised I'd always be, love. And I'm not one to break my promises." Astarion slips an arm around your waist, an invitation that you gladly take. You bury your face into his chest, muffling the sobs that you choke out and feel him curl around you, holding you tightly. You feel the kisses he presses to the top of your head, his fingers threading through your hair as he holds the back of your head. The silver tongue from which honeyed words usually flow remains quiet, the only sound in the room being your sobs.

"I didn't kill you. I didn't sacrifice you to my father." The words are but a whisper, and yet his sharp ears catch each and every single one.

"Bhaal has no hold over you anymore, no more than Cazador has over me. You're no longer his captive, you're free. Free to do whatever you want without that Urge taking over, free to be more than just a creature who slaughters for the sake of it. I'll kill whoever tries to convince you otherwise." His grip on you tightens, fangs peeking out at the mention of killing.

You sniffle, clinging onto him as though he would suddenly disappear and nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. His underlying undead scent pokes through your clogged nose, a comforting scent, much to your amusement. Taking a deep breath, you dive into your still fractured mind, searching for the bloodthirsty Urge within but find nothing. Instead, a stillness you weren't aware of before resides where the Urge once lay, waiting to be filled with something else.

Astarion presses a kiss to your forehead, crimson gaze still resting on you. In his eyes you find a fondness he reserves only for you, an unwavering loyalty, and most of all, an undying love for the one he calls his significant other. Maybe the void within you can be filled after all, bloodlust replaced with gentleness, murder replaced with love. Your hands will never be clean, that much you know, but perhaps they needn't be stained with more needless bloodshed, not while you remain free of your father.

You tilt your head up, pressing your lips against his and savour the moment. You're free, truly free, and this is proof of that.

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[oceansssblue]

100CELEB VOTING RESULTS!!!

Hi guys! Voting period has ended, and without any more delay, here are the 10 winning ideas I'll be writing next!

– prompt4. Angel&demons AU

– prompt5. Super powers&fantasy AU

– prompt6. Historic Period AU

– prompt7. Sex worker/pornstar

– prompt8. Pirates AU

– prompt9. Mermaids AU

– prompt14. Telepathy

– prompt15. Arranged marriage/fake dating

– prompt 17. Prince&servant AU

– prompt 22. Share heat/one bed

I'm so exciteeed! I've already got most of this thought through and a plan for each in my head!

-I've actually finished writing prompt 22 already with Wrecker, which I will publish tomorrow.

-Prompt 4 is going to be with Echo. I've already sketched the whole story (it's going to be a multipart) and the AU I've thought of is going to be so interestinggg i'm so excited to share it w u!

- I'm opened to write any pairings you like for the rest of the prompts. You can sugest a clone either in this comment section or send a dm or request vox. I will also publish an individual post for each prompt with a list of clones you may vote for.

That said, stay tunned! I will be opening pairing votes and I will be publishing this stories throughout the summer, so make sure to check my account from time to time.

All this stories will be tagged with "100blueprompt". Let me know if you want to be tagged in all/any of them!

Thanks for following me and interacting. See u around!

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[iracarterart]

#HAND_GESTURES #Prompt8 #collagetober23 #marianneburgerstudio @marianneburgerstudio hand gestures 1926

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite 2021 Prompt 8: Adroit

“And you want this done by when exactly?”

An incredulous lalafell looks up from the schematics and documents in front of him to the dour faced sea wolf. The twitching in the side of his lip makes his tiny mustache bounce a couple of times in that lengthy stare down.

“Matter of days at this point.” Leaning forward in her chair, the giant of a woman spreads some of the schematics apart, renewing that staring contest. “We don’t have time for delays, and I would have given you more warning if I had it. You know I wouldn’t be asking for something like this if there were another option.”

“What your askin’ for ain’t been done on an airship. I can’t even start to guess what this’ll do to your handling in the air, your weight balance, dozens of other concerns we don’t have time to test. The shielding alone is going to be so damned heavy..” His little hand bats down against the paperwork several times before he tosses his arms into a cross on his chest. “There’s a chance this drops you right into the side of a mountain instead of working.”

A smile takes to the woman’s pale features, edging into a realm more grim than she usually shared. “I have absolute faith in your ability to solve those problems rapidly, old friend. And if it doesn’t work, I won’t have the opportunity to come back to hear you say you told me so. Seems like I win out either way.” Another rolled up paper is pulled from an inner pocket of her coat, sliding it over the lalafell’s desk. “This should be more than double your normal fee for something like this.”

He snatches up the scrap of paper, looking from it to the roe and back again a couple of times. “For what you want? In the time you want? Double it again, and that’s with my ‘good old friend’ discount.” The look he shoots back at the end almost had a pleading note, hoping that the sharp rise in cost might actually get her to reconsider. Though she is quiet for a moment of contemplation, in the end she pushes the schematic paperwork back into a loose pile.

“Done. You’d better get started immediately.”

[myhusbandsasemni]

Whumptober Day 8: Isolation (Laurance Zvehlin)

@linariouswrites @thethistlegirl​ @doubi-ixi​

Cute dragon picture under the cut

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The cell was still dark. It had been dark for so long. Laurance didn’t know if his eyes would ever work again. He had been left alone for so long. He couldn’t hear his team in his head, he had seen no one. He had been eating the food that appeared in the middle of his cell without warning, but there was no noise. There was no one. He moved around his cell aimlessly, chains around his ankles clicking, providing some sound at least. He traced the walls, feeling marks and grooves. He wondered if previous prisoners had made some of them.

 He spent a lot of time sitting. Or laying on the ground. A lot of time praying and communing with God. It was almost peaceful. Except the chains reminded him he was a prisoner. 

The darkness reminded him of the night time in the Nether, when he had been a prisoner there, though not chained. He was a different kind of prisoner there. He was a prisoner by the rites which had brought him back from the dead. But he hadn’t known God then. He had only known of the company -the power- of men. And he had felt utterly alone. No one of his kind had cared for him. His old friends had thought him dead. There would be no rescue. 

But not this time. Sure, he was isolated, but he was not alone.

[eorzean-wayfinder]

FFXIVWrite2020-Prompt8-Clamor

The loud crash startled Gale from the thread bare cot he rested on. The clamor continued as he carefully picked himself up off the floor. There didn’t seem to be any immediate threat which helped slow the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his veins. Gale still shouldered on the hilt for his great sword, while picking up a short sword in one hand and a shield in the other. 

It never hurt to be prepared. 

Carefully, Gale looked out of the entrance of his small hovel in the Brume before he fully stepped out to see what was the matter. Reaching the main thoroughfare through the Brume, the adrenaline left him in a rush as the strange parade of machines, supplies and people made their way to the Foundation all as part of the restoration. 

He watched them a moment more before jogging back to his closet of a home, depositing his weapons and going back to join the throngs of people.

[beautifleye]

Rule of thumb

Rule of thumb

Sometimes can make you feel numb

Figuring you knew the cause

Now you are trying to hit pause

  It is all about you first

Did HE quench your thirst

Feelings of joy about to burst

Remnants of what might have been down deep in your purse

  Knowing how prior commitments lost their gleam

Being in a dream state of what you perceived to be

TV is glossing over the standards of the community

[daily-writing-prompts]

Prompt #8

Angst warning:

The pain became overwhelming as their eyes traveled down to the_____ sticking out of their side. All that came through their head was; 'is this how it ends?' Before a faint voice could be heard through the rushing of blood in their ear.

[commaraderie]

I winced as I looked outside my window and all I was able to see was cactus shaped men stroking themselves.

Some proud, some defiant, none modest.

[alejandrovon]

La alegría es peronista. Musicalizó: @electrochongo - Fiesta Negra. #Inktober #Inktober2020 #Dia8 #Day8 #Prompt8 #Teeth #Dientes #Sonrisa #Smile #PeronCumple #Peron #VivaPeron #Dibujo #Drawing #Cartoon #Caricatura #QuedoMaso #HiceOtrasDos #UnaPareciaLouta #LaOtraDadyBrieva #HicimosVeinteTomas #BlancoYNegro #BlackAndWhite #AguantePeronCaretas (en Peronia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGFmbisARCB/?igshid=12pcdfdstwspl

[semesadique]

crooked-

I want to see more Yurio doing classical dancing *^*

[oceansssblue]

– prompt8. Pirates.

(Remember you have already got one pirate oneshot in my sw masterlist>requests list)

[yellowphonebox]

Had fun with this one ;) #inktober52 #prompt8 #spider https://www.instagram.com/p/CAFMt5AAL_U/?igshid=1gg1534s3v0bz

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite2020 Prompt 8: Clamor

“You ain’t gonna be long in there, right miss? It’s condemned and shit, buncha damage. Your coin’s good but I ain’t lookin’ to explain nothin’ if it falls in on you or somethin’.”

The highlander man’s passed another small sack of coin which immediately leads to him giving a dip of his head and dropping his concerns. A few moments of fussing with a key later and the chain holding the gate that’d been installed to keep people out fell free and the path was open. It was a short but familiar walk down the alcove it lead into, with the sound of stone giving way to sand crunching under the roegadyn’s boots with each step as she made her way on through to the other side, lifting her head up like she’d done so many times before.

Though what was left of the place was broken and silent, a spark of energy ran down along the Sea Wolf’s spine, a mote left from the roaring crowds that had once filled the place and shouted her name. The temptation to draw her blades and let that long scraping ring bounce against the walls once more grasps hold of the back of her mind for a few moments, but for once some actual restraint manages to win out the day. Instead one gloved hand reaches out, with a few wisps of aether running past her fingers and diving down into the sands she had so often declared her own.

The better part of a year had passed since the last time she was here, since the damage that was done to this place by her own hand was wrought. She wasn’t certain that what she was after would still be around at this point but the oft-blood soaked sand’s history ran deep. Eventually energy started to run back up the current she was reaching out with. Faint compared to what she’d drawn up out of the arena to snatch victory, but present and ready to be pulled from it’s long slumber by the hand of it’s champion.

[myhusbandsasemni]

Whumptober8-Stab Wound:Anisha-Funny

Anisha giggled, reaching out to mess with Rin’s hair. She was kind of tired and everything was strangely funny. She loved her giggly, not caring mood. She always did something stupid and funny when she felt like that.

“Stop, Dragon Breath,” Rin whined, also tired. He had stayed up late completing another potion for a particularly unhappy client. 

Anisha smiled and slid off the couch and into his lap like a spill of slime. He growled and shoved his wife’s best friend off his lap. Anisha lay still on the floor, contemplating the ceiling. She slowly reached over and tugged on Rin’s clothing thoughtfully.

Rin shook her off, growing even more annoyed. Anisha rolled over, watching as Rin worked on writing notes on potions.  She grabbed the end of his pen, thinking about putting it in her mouth to help cut the new adult dragon teeth that were starting to grow in. They hurt.

Rin growled, ears folding back as he raised the pen.

“OW!”

Laurance heard Anisha’s shout of pain and ran in to see the girl licking a divot in her skin with a dot of ink at the center. The Semni’s eyes caught sight of his guilty looking friend who was trying to hide the weapon.

“I’m sorry, but did you just stab my wife with a pen?” Laurance asked calmly. He wanted to laugh but that would ruin the effect.

Rin shook his head and Laurance, popped his knuckles menacingly.