#prompt9

[madmarsii]

Wolf and Little Goat

June of Doom 2025 | 9. Hammer

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“You heard the story, right?” Whumper circled around Whumpee, swinging the hammer playfully. “About the baby goats?”

Whumpee sank deeper into the corner. He didn’t dare to breathe. Didn’t dare to look up.”

“Mother told them not to open the door to strangers. But they didn’t listen. Do you know who was waiting outside?”

Whumpee whimpered, curling in on himself, shoulders hunched like he could somehow disappear into his own body. Every beat of his heart slammed against his ribs, frantic, deafening—a terrified drumroll building toward a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His breath caught in his throat as Whumper strode closer, his heart hammered faster and faster, so much so Whumpee hoped it might stop and spare him of what was about to come

“A wolf.”

Whumper smiled, his mouth full of sharp teeth. He moved closer to Whumpee, grabbed his wrist and yanked him to the middle of the shed.

Then came the blow, sudden and brutal. Whumpee didn’t even register the swing before agony exploded in his ankle. A white-hot burst of anguish shot through him, short-circuiting his senses. His vision blacked out, then flashed blindingly white as he screamed.

Pain.

This much pain will surely kill him.

“I told you not to run.”

Whumper’s words were in haze.

“I told you there would be consequences—but you had to be just like another baby goat, right?”

Whumpee couldn’t breathe. The pain was overwhelming. Monstrous.

“But we can play this game. Look,” Whumper grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head to the side. “Do you see that box? There’s wolf waiting inside.”

“Please,” Whumpee choked. “No.”

Whumper smiled again, his beastly teeth catching what little light there was . “You should run, little goat.”

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I only took a little part of the prompt, but the story wanted it that way. I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless <3

@juneofdoom

[httpsdana]

Can you write for kenan yildiz. Like the reader being insecure and kenan comforts her.

comfort / prompt9

thankyouuuu x

Beneath the Surface~Kenan Yildiz

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9. “I love you, even on the days when you don’t love yourself.”

The gym was nearly empty as she sat on the bench, staring at her reflection in the wall-length mirror. The weights she'd just lifted sat abandoned next to her, but it wasn’t the workout that had drained her—it was her own thoughts.

She tugged at the hem of her tank top, trying to cover her stomach, her mind replaying the comments she overheard earlier. “She’s strong, but she could look better,” one girl had whispered.

The words clung to her, sinking deep into her already fragile confidence.

Kenan walked in, towel slung over his shoulder, a wide smile on his face. “Hey, you disappeared after your set. Everything okay?”

She forced a nod. “Yeah, just needed a break.”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing something was off. “You sure?”

She hesitated, then sighed before speaking. “I just…don’t feel good about myself today.”

Kenan frowned, walking over and kneeling in front of her. “What happened?”

She bit her lip, debating whether to tell him. “I overheard some people talking. They said I’m strong...but I could look better.”

Kenan’s jaw tightened, but his eyes stayed soft as he took her hands in his. “y/n, sweetheart, listen to me. Those people? They don’t know you. They don’t know how hard you work, how much you care, or how strong you really are, inside and out.”

She looked down avoiding his eyes, tears stinging her eyes. “But what if they’re right?”

“They’re not,” he said firmly. “You’re beautiful exactly as you are. Not because of how you look, but because of who you are. Your strength, your kindness, your determination, that’s what makes you incredible.”

His thumb brushed over her knuckles as he added, “And I’ll be here to remind you of that every time you forget. I love you, even on the days when you don’t love yourself.”

Her chest tightened at his sincerity, but this time, it was from emotion, not insecurity. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. “Thank you, Kenan.”

He hugged her tightly, his hand running up and down her back. “Always,” he whispered.

In that moment, surrounded by his unwavering support, she felt the weight of those cruel words lift. Kenan believed in her, and maybe, just maybe, she could start believing in herself too.

[cptjh-arts]

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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.

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[iracarterart]

#SYMBOL #Prompt9 #collagetober23 #marianneburgerstudio @marianneburgerstudio A something or possibly an imaginary something. De symbolis heroicis, libri IX. 1634

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite 2021 Prompt 9: Friable

( This one is at least suggestive, if not properly explicit. Consider this your warning! )

A weary gaze looks down at the splotch of ink in the middle of the statement she had been writing, and the roe soon grumbles her way through snatching up the paper and crunching it down into her grasp. The remnants are tossed in next to a couple of other failed ventures in paperwork from the afternoon. Working to have everything prepared for the next launching of the ship as well as getting affairs aligned at home was gnawing away at her sleep from both ends, let alone the constant stream of ‘what if’ racing through her mind. Wandering focus and frustration wasn’t going to get her through any of this in time.

Her attention is drawn up as the door to her office opens, and a short raen man in a finely fitted suit steps through to take to his equally small desk just past the half-wall from her own. The woman’s eye drags to the pile of work left to be done, and then out to the alcove that her newest personal employee was getting settled back down into. Memories of the sheer fabric clinging to his legs start shoving thoughts of her workload to the side, but she knew it was grossly indulgent, she frankly didn’t have the time. She knew better.

A long, slow sigh drops from her lips as the clink of her quill landing in it’s well punctuates the thought. “Mister Haru, would you please come over here? I have something new for the tailor for you to try on..”

[damereycreations]

Prompt #9

Art Prompt: 

Writing Prompt:

Rey never got to hear stories like these before. Poe seeks to correct that. 

(Sorry this one was a little bit later than usual, the prompt queue finished before I noticed it 🙃 Hopefully won’t happen again)

Go forth and Create Fam <3

Don’t forget to tag #damereycreations and #prompt9

(Credit for the base art goes to @aniforce_bc)

[eorzean-wayfinder]

FFXIVWrite2020-Prompt9-Lush

“I just don’t know which one to pick!” Nicoletta giggled with absolute joy as she ran her hands over the table laden with bolts of lush, opulent, and expensive fabrics. “Can I have one of each?” She asked teasingly up at the man who stood closely behind her. 

She clasped her hands together seeing the reluctance on his face and pouted. “Please~~?” She begged him. She knew he could afford it, he had been one of Nicky’s longest standing clients and he couldn’t resist showing off how wealthy he was. “I promise I’ll wear them only for you!” Nicky really put on the works for him, shimmying her hips a little, making her small skirt sway back and forth, pressing her arms against the sides of her breasts to make them pop up along the low neckline of her top. He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes with a small indulgent smile and Nicky grinned sweetly as she knew she had him. 

“Four,” he sighed and shook his head, leaning over to kiss the top of hers. “You can have four dresses made, but I get to choose the designs.” 

Nicky clapped her hands with excitement. “Oh thank you!” She squealed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a big kiss on him, but she let go and turned her attention back to the fabrics before he could really kiss her back. That would have to wait until she was done picking out the fabric. Then he could drape it on her in whatever design he liked, after all, he was paying for everything.

[myhusbandsasemni]

Whumptober Day 9: Take me instead (Kiera Snow)

@doubi-ixi​ @thethistlegirl​ @linariouswrites​

Cute dragon/drake under the cut

Kiera screamed as Rin was dragged to the doors leading to a space shuttle. He was panting and Kiera could see his eyes were wandering, like he couldn’t focus on anything. He probably had a concussion. “Please!!” Kiera yelled, “Don’t take him!! Don’t do it!”

The woman in charge of the ship they were on knelt down to grin in Kiera’s face. Kiera shrank into herself a little as the woman sneered. “I have to provide the Lord with something. What am I supposed to do if I don’t take him?”

Kiera froze, the sounds of Rin’s dragging body stopping for a moment. Kiera could hear Anisha’s rattling breath as she lay on the ground, a huge cargo box laying across her legs and lower torso. Laurance was in a sealed container with a clear inspection window, strapped inside against one of the walls. Kiera could hear his heart pounding in his chest, on the right side rather than on the left. 

“Please,” Kiera whispered. “Take me instead.”

“Kara,” Anisha whimpered from where she was pinned.

Kiera closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain in Anisha’s voice. She couldn’t let them take Rin. He would be alone. He would have doubts about whether the others would come for him or not. The whole Cancer Ordeal had made those doubts even worse. It was too soon. Too soon. At least, if she went in his place, he, Laurance, and Anisha would be taken to be the Captain’s personal slaves, and they would be together. But she wouldn’t let Rin be alone.

The Captain smiled and stood up, tapping the gun at her hip. “You’ll do. His magic is…. Probably too complicated for the Lord to truly want. Now that I’m looking at you, your source is much clearer. Yes, you’ll do nicely.” She motioned for the guards to start taking Kiera to the ship. She was shoved past Rin, who lay on the floor, eyes tracking her vaguely as she passed by. She allowed herself a moment to look back at the others. Anisha had finally passed out and Laurance was staring at her, leaning forward as much as his restraints would allow. His eyes were serious and dark. A promise. She would not be alone for long.

She was shoved into the shuttle and strapped down to a seat, handcuffs painfully tight on her wrists. She leaned back, eyelids drooping. It had been such a long day. A painful one too. She tried not to think what the others were going to go through. She tried not to think about what she was going to go through. In the end, she could see Laurance’s eyes in her mind. 

Though they often did not get along, much to the amusement of many, including themselves, she knew he would do anything to protect her, as he would for his wife or his best friend. Kiera turned her head and closed her eyes fully, allowing herself a moment to relax. She didn’t sleep. She had a hard time even in the best of circumstances, but she rested, and played happy memories in her head with Rin. Rin’s shark tooth smile and his bright eyes and his tickly hair. Kiera allowed herself the faintest of smiles as the shuttle sailed through space.

[galaxina-the-pyro]

Inktober 2019

Day 9: Swing

[commaraderie]

First night

I’m sitting in my new bedroom trying to focus on my breathing, how my diaphragm shoving muscles and organs out of the way for my lungs

Not on how dark it is without a street-facing window, how every creak I make petrifies my muscles so that when I need to pee, I shuffle across the floor with locked knees, hands to my stomach, how readily the memory of my sister sleeping next to me on an air mattress comes to mind

How I can’t stop myself from flitting every worst scenario across my mind on rotation, break-in rape fire serial killer robbery, like slides in a viewmaster and I’m the one clicking the button

How this fear yanks me around from the inside even in the daytime, encountering strangers at the gas station, taking a shopping cart at Aldi’s, driving new streets, opening the blinds, walking to a new coffeeshop so I can write a poem

I stopped my panic attack by reading the Adventure Time tv tropes page, fell asleep with my phone open, and woke up for my second day.

[sodorart]

Inktober 2017 Prompt 9: Screech

[oceansssblue]

– prompt9. Mermaids.

(Remember you already have two mermaids long oneshots, one with human fives and one with mermaid tech. You can find them on my sw masterlist>request list)

[starkimages3]

#morean #moreanartscenter #prompt #prompt9 #system #coronavirus2020😷 #socialdistancing (at Mermaid and Pug Point At the Stark Clan Compound) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-QB3XUpCpr/?igshid=1xdta48ni9yx

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite2020 Prompt 9: Lush (NSFW, 18+)

A laugh comes boiling over the edges of both figures as they crash into the wall near the inn room they were head towards, the first proper interruption to the chain of chaotic and sloppy kisses they’d been sharing the whole way up. While Mosh’ka wasn’t nearly toned to the point her huntress friend was, she was more than able to heft up this bubbly blonde midlander and walk them both up from the collection of glasses they’d emptied in the Quicksands over the course the last bell. The effort of course was helped by all four of the smaller woman’s limbs being latched onto the bun, from the legs she was wearing around her waist like a belt on to the two hands pushing up into the mop of brown hair. She’d even managed to find the one spot right at the base of the viera’s ear that was working raw, determined heat into every breath she was able to get between their addled lip-lock. She only spares one hand from her middy companion’s rear long enough to swing the door to her room open and pull the both of them inside, kicking it shut behind on her way to drop her lover of the night directly onto the bed. 

Though she’s got to rebound from a bounce after first landing, there’s swiftly two sets of hands doing everything short of ripping the blonde’s clothing off, or at least enough of it for the two of them to attend to their immediately pressing business. After whipping the smaller figure’s panties across the room, the viera’s immediately got a hold on the midlander’s thighs and gives a firm yank to get very much to that pressing, grinding her own panty-clad groin forward into her drinking buddy’s own. A slow, shoddy mockery of rutting followed with a low, intent-filled bit of throaty giggly seeping out of the bun until the fabric over her cock had grown darkened with dampness amid the teasing. The blonde surges up and grabs the viera by the shoulders, yanking her back into another kiss that still tasted of their drip through the bar’s lower shelves. “Fuck me already before I go insane!”

The request is met immediately with the bun’s teeth snatching her partner’s lower lip, playing up a growl as she drags back off of that grip. A couple of shimmies and a few tugs from one very eager hand and she’s got her underwear far enough down her thighs to let her length flop free, landing with a resounding plap over the middy’s mound. A couple of confident rolls of Mosh’ka’s hips were intended to saw the firm length back and forth for a bit more teasing, but instead had the languid friction of a soft mass of skin dragging upon skin. Those few passes needed a moment to get through the alcoholic fog around her brain so it can start properly looking into the problem. A hand wraps around her frustratingly slumbering member and lifts it up for a couple of tugs, moving on to hold the root and flick that hold and her hips to slap it down over those very patiently waiting lips. Even having been drunk under the table, the blonde was picking up on the signs that something wasn’t quite right. “Is.. are you not..?”

“I just.. need a moment.. this uh.. this never happens..”

[capucebrise]

#Inktober52 #Prompt9 #WAVE 🐳🌊 #whale #humpback #humpackwhale #jump #wildlife #beauty #beautiful #dotwork #ink #whiteink #blackink #greypaper #water #inktober2020 #week9 #sketch #doodle #quick #drawing #Drawingoftheday #art #artist (à Orléans, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9W6Kbzo6bk/?igshid=17fkz3oaf9uc4