#still working on prompts my friends

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

okay so. like. wan ed 12. dazai is stopped by a log in the river and starts actually drowning. funny haha wan bit.

but repeating something ive said (hi haven) i think this is actually a really good example for how ada dazai doesn't really want to kill himself. he could've actually drowned here. thats his 'goal' right? but the moment it starts happening he's trying to get his head back above water.

"I thought I was dead"

hilariously wet and horrified or not he obviously didn't want to die here. theres nobody around to hear what he said anymore anyway. and that's why, despite being yk... a wan ending animation? i still think this is such like. a case in point.

[m0e-ru]

did everybody remember when atlus finally restored the attendant social link in the steam port and how stupid it actually was

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 102

Jaskier is late to their spring meeting. Geralt races along the path of where he believes Jaskier would travel, asking as he goes, until he finally runs into the town where everyone knows who he's talking about. The weary bard that played two nights ago. He meant to perform again last night, his final hurrah before he continued along, but he had to call off the performance due to feeling ill. Geralt finds Jsakier's inn room, and Geralt opens the door and immediately smells the scent of illness. He sighs and sure enough, his bard is fast asleep in his bed, feverish. Geralt closes the door, and changes into comfortable clothing, and prepares for a few days of caring for his bard. He doesn't prepare for his bard to deliriously begin recounting the travels here. Apparently he's had quite the time trying to meet back up with Geralt. Bandits, a unicorn sighting, a bargain with a fae only interested in jars of bees, a wizard with a penchant for talking to his silverware, a lover who looked near-exactly like Jaskier so it felt "narcissistic" to "finish", and then a very vivid retelling of how he did still finish- Geralt can only pray some of the stories Jaskier begins telling are made up by his fever, but some of the details he remembers are making it harder to believe it's all fake. "But even through all the hardships, I knew I had to come back to you, because I love you, Geralt of Rivia." Geralt stares, stunned. "♪♫♪ Geralt of rivia... ♪♫♪ ♫♪♫ Never wanna be rid'o'ya... ♫♪♫" Okay maybe it's time to feed him some soup and put him to bed. "♪♫♪ Your eyes are yellowww.... ♪♫♪ ♫♪♫ You're my favorite fellowwwww... ♫♪♫" It's not as if it isn't flattering. It is. He just wishes it didn't sound like Jaskier was seconds away from being sick while singing it. "Geralt, I think I'm going to be sick-" FUCK- HIS BOOTS-

[starkholme]

Lucy Tara is part of the best firefighters team from Honolulu. Under the command of Captain Tennant, she faces the struggles of the island alongside the team: Jesse, Kai, Boom Boom, Bam Bam, Chase and Ernie, "who technically doesn't count" as Lucy likes to say. On her night off work, she goes to a good bar on her neighborhood and pretends for just sometime that her job isn't life threatening. All sounded fun...

....Until she meets trauma surgeon Kate Whistler.

Kacy x Station 19 AU

[thebest-medicine]

the googledoc is made, the prompts are being looked over, the ideas are starting to form, I’m ready for augtickletober 2024!!! (HOPING I can do each day AND possibly do the weekly prompts) I will see what happens, might break some stories down by day like last time, might do some drabbles and some fics (also I’m 1.2k into my last last one from 2023 and I SWEAR IM GETTING IT DONE THIS YEAR BEFORE THE NEW ONES)

but anyway….. let’s get started people!!

are y’all ready?! 🎃👻💋

[blackholefriends]

are you there, Anchor? / always, Anchor.

FaTT pinup week: challenge mode!

what's sexier than Divines NOTHING!!

Pinup week is the first time I've posted art online pretty much ever and it's been such a wonderful experience, so thank you all! especially @fatt-pinups for hosting!!

[shoshiwrites]

On writing and liking

So there's about a million ways I could start my thoughts in this post, and all of them feel...whiny. I hate feeling whiny. I don't want to be someone who thinks about writing as "content." I feel rewarded by the act of writing, by trying new things, by pushing myself to improve, by sharing with friends who know me and know my style and my characters. But I would be lying if I said that that's all of it, right? I post because I want to share my writing, and I want people to interact with it.

It takes the wind out of my sails, a little, when I have followers (or non-followers!) who like my writing posts, repeatedly, and never go beyond that. Or, on the same token, reblog with no tags. I never want to feel entitled to the attention of strangers, but it's the halfway of things like this that starts to irk me. I understand that there are a million reasons why someone may not interact at a certain point and time - I get it!  We're busy people with responsibilities. But when it's a consistent thing, I start to wonder why they're bothering at all, if they don't ever seem to actually see it. I don't even need to get in the reblogs vs. likes debate - I love a reply! I love asks! I would not be here if I didn't.

And it's not just writing - I understand that I don't have my longfic up yet! But I want to know that that's ok, that people follow me not just because of what I reblog. Along for the ride means bugging me from the backseat, not staying silent until we're at the destination.

[jtl07]

alrighty we're doing shenanigans tomorrow! i'll be noodling on some stuff i've had in my head while also opening up to prompts. i'm especially curious about prompts with a location + a random word or dialogue phrase (location could be as specific or as broad as you'd like)!

note: i can't guarantee that i'll get to all of the prompts tomorrow - i might try combining some, we'll see - but if there's some leftover, i'll either noodle on them throughout the week or hold them for the next shenanigans day. we'll see what happens! all of this is very new so i appreciate y'all being so open and willing to play along with me <3

[necrotic-nephilim]

your Kon post was sooooo good, like yes the core four are queer platonic, however Kon is hypersexual enough to have made out with (or more) everyone in young justice at least once, yes, including the non-corporal Greta don’t ask me how that worked

I love all of these posts!!! how many of these ask game things do you have in your inbox??

thank you so much!! and i ABSOLUTELY agree with you on hypersexual Kon (truly i just adore characters with grooming/rape trauma like Kon coping through the lense of hypersexuality) and even if YJ is queerplatonic, Kon has made his way through most of them. including Greta. he's creative he'd find a way. probably involving TTK. bc TTK in sex is a thought i have daily. endless potential for using it to basically turn someone's body into a living fleshlight he can manipulate from the inside out- specifically have a TimKonBart idea in my head about that where Kon coaches Bart through sex, since Bart is a speedster with a bonkers refractory period who struggles to feel satisfied, and Tim is caught between them getting used to get Bart off with Kon using TTK to manipulate Tim's body. fun times. fun ideas.

currently, i have one more ask game ask in my inbox (tho always feel free to send more!) that's BruJay focused. though i *do* also have a couple other asks that are just ideas i pan to use as prompts for full fics. just haven't gotten to those yet bc i'm currently busy with packing to move states so. i have *not* had the time to write i wish i had. i will not reveal too much but one involves JayTim fucking during the Titans Tower incident, another is JayTim with animal traits leading to porn, and then another is Tim/Kon/Jon with incest kink stuff. so! i have many things planned, i just need to settle into my new place, however long that takes.

[humanmorph]

Lye „Lyke“ Lychen as a sacrifical altar (to Aterika’Kaal) (but he's also kind of the sacrifice)

my @secret-samol gift for @bronanlynch! for the Aterika’Kaal/Lyke prompt of „what if things had gone differently and Aterika'Kaal was still with Lyke“.

notes on this under the readmore!

AU

In this scenario Lyke would succeed in getting the heart of the Motherbeast in Episode 47 and while Alaway would notice & probably still call out to Aterika’Kaal the way he presumably did in canon, Lyke would be there and get to make a compelling case to Aterika’Kaal the likes of „If you stay with me I am going to feed you. I’ve taken care of you until now, I’ll keep doing that“ (argument supported by the fact he’s currently holding the heart of an incredibly powerful dead god). Aterika’kaal agrees and they barely escape through the Sanctum of the Stone Chorus portal. I think it's fun if Lyke then stays there after the hour described in the move is over, maybe knowing he can't convince Pickman & the others that what he's done is actually good, and fine, there's not even anything to worry about he has this totally handled, But yeah he then sets out from whereever in Sangfielle Aterika'Kaals domain is (Austin did say it was an actual place somewhere), and the rest of the Blackwick Group is left to wonder what the hell happened since Lyke just vanished! Alaway has possibly fucked off too after losing the heart. And them getting fired, the Carnival of Moted Light etc. would still happen (and I guess Chine would succeed at what they were doing since Lyke isn’t there?) and who knows if they’d take any action in finding Lyke after that! All that aside though, Lyke basically offers himself to feed on (through blood and/or energy) and to sustain that he keeps consuming(not literally eating) powerful objects/artifacts/resources and possibly eventually living things (I’d imagine he'd still take work as a „please deal with this weird shit for us“ person and when he has to kill a cursed beast or whatnot... might aswell feed Aterika'Kaal?) (What also plays into that decision, and is part of Lyke justifying this to himself, is that without him, Aterika’Kaal would become too powerful. So he aims to function as kind of a conduit & control the power intake so to speak. I think this probably doesn’t work for very long.) I think this eventually goes bad for him because it’s super taxing on his body and the whole deal kind of flips with Aterika’Kaal feeding/keeping HIM alive. He starts finding bodies in the domain again (alternatively, Aterika'Kaal gets better at hiding them because it knows Lyke doesn't particulary like it when it does that). Lyke probably gets stronger due to this power/magic wise, but also way more fragile (he's constantly anemic!). („I love you. I want us both to eat well.“ - Christopher Citro) („When I write of hunger I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.“ M.K. Fisher) Notes: I put some resources Lyke’s canonically had in-game + some extra stuff in this picture (the arrow is a reference to Marn’s epilogue, the bugs are bugs (with possibly sinister connotations. If you want them to have those, it’s optional) and the fur is from the Ravening Beast). Another detail I came up with I might aswell tell you because otherwise noone might ever know: the ring with the blue stone is a gift from Es. Sketch Notes: 1. Lyke turning his head to kiss a rose / exposing his neck was one of my very first ideas/sketches I made while working on this, and I liked it too much to not include it. 2. This is supposed to be Aterika'Kaal giving Lyke a blood transfusion but it rather looks like it's feeding on him instead...! I like how the relaxed pose turned out. 3. I wanted to draw something smaller in a simpler style to fill the big canvas I was drawing these on (even though now I put them in separate files anyways...). The day I drew this I saw a tweet about a medieval monks sketchbook, so I was still thinking about that. I didn't even plan to color it originally but I ended up getting invested, haha

Inspired mainly by these 3 quotes: „KEITH: I’m a walking- I am a shrine to Aterika’Kaal.“ (Sangfielle 12: The Secret Ledger of Roseroot Hall Pt. 4) „KEITH: There's a version of dealing with Aterika'Kaal that ends with Lyke being satisfied that he rehabilitated a god or at least it looks […] like what he thinks Aterika'Kaal would have been before the YVEs showed up. That's probably his main retirement path, but it also might kill him instead.” (Sangfielle 47: Wax, Iron, and Ichor Pt. 4) „AUSTIN: As you’re fading, the last thing that you do is make this blood sacrifice to Aterika’Kaal. Your own blood.“ (Sangfielle 52: Six Travelers: Lyke)

[imavikingo]

I have this stupid idea that Bucky knew that “old Steve” wasnt his Steve because of the color of his eyes. And he just… got tired of it all and just went with the motion.

Because he cant have anything good, right?

“He wasn’t Steve, Sam”

“What do you mean? Oh… Do you mean your Steve, because of….?”

“No, I mean that THAT PERSON wasn’t Steve, his eyes were too blue, too perfect”

“Well yeah, Steve had blue eyes Bucky. I don’t understand”

“He had some green in them too, the eyes of that person were just blue, nothing more”

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 7 / 31 * FAMILY 」

December 31, 1999

23:46

❝Hey Doc, I just wanted to say thanks again for inviting us over. You know, the twins, they really look up to Jules and Verne❞—both Emmett and Marty glance over to the living room floor, where Verne is sprawled out on his chest besides two young, bright blue-eyed children, playing with souped up toy cars on a holographic course that Verne manipulates at will—❝and Jen really loves Clara and—❞

Ellie's car has just crashed into the wall of the bank and Verne makes dramatic explosion noises, earning a series of uncontrollable giggles from the three year old who leaves the car half-phased through the wall. Curie—the longhaired collie—perks her head up from where she was slumbering on the couch and immediately hops down, padding over to where Verne and the children are laying.

Verne sputters when Curie sits down on top of a section of his holographic city. Some of the buildings disappear in her thick fur, only for a few rooftops and spires to protrude from her back instead. She wags her tail and it's young Emmett's turn now to be delighted by the sight of the dog as she cleaves fake buildings in two with her tail.

Emmett silences Marty with a hand on his shoulder and a warm smile. ❝You're family, Marty. You, Jennifer, and young Ellie and Emmett. Besides, you only get to see something like this once! We're welcoming a brand new millennium and there's nobody in the universe I would rather usher it in with.❞

Despite the obvious lie coming from the father of time—the inventor of time travel; even Jules momentarily paused in his channel surfing to throw a look over his shoulder at his father—himself, Marty only raises a brow before breaking out into a wide grin. They could watch the clock tick down to the year two thousand as many times as they wanted from anywhere in the world with the time vehicles, but this was the real deal.

The first time. No universe ending paradoxes waiting to ruin the celebrations, no 'let's compare the various new years' traditions', no extenuating circumstances.

Just them, the people most important in their lives, and a countdown that, for once, designates unbridled hope. The future.

We've made it. And though the temptation is still there to check, to make sure Marty's future continues on the bright path it has been since he finally listened and avoided that devastating accident, Emmett has managed to restrain himself thusfar to allow everything to happen in real-time around him.

❝I almost can't believe it, you know?❞ Marty says, and Emmett nods once, slowly, unable to stop the memories from flooding back. ❝That we've actually made it, and—❞

❝Emmett, dear.❞ Clara's voice rings out from the adjoining kitchen, stopping Marty's thoughts in his tracks. ❝There's only seven minutes to the new year; can you go grab the bag that I left on the counter? The camera should be there too! Marty❞—Clara finally emerges from the kitchen with Jennifer in tow, who is balancing a very large sheet cake in her arms—❝be a dear and clear away the rest of the snacks from the table, would you?❞

Both men nod in acceptance of their respective duties and Emmett pecks Clara on the cheek as he disappears into the kitchen. The bag is exactly where she said it would be and curiosity eats away at him; his beloved wife had clearly planned something else for the evening without his knowledge and he considers peering in at risk of ruining the surprise she'd clearly put a lot of thought and effort into.

The new year will be here in—he checks the wall of clocks, ticking rhythmically in perfect synchronisation—five minutes. He can wait that long.

Everyone is gathered around the table, staring at the cake proudly displayed on the table, where a big blue '2000' is written on top, next to the words, Happy New Year! Jen and Clara are a few steps away from them, looking incredibly pleased with their work, and Clara's eyes light up as Emmett places the bag gently in her hand, then joins the others around the table to look at the cake.

In the background, some announcer's voice drones on about there being five minutes left until the new year while footage of the clock tower and a gaggle of people are projected on-screen.

Clara pulls a small golden hat out of the bag for herself with the year written on the front in sparkling silver font, then hands a matching one to Jen, who immediately puts it on. For most of the boys, Clara produces a garish pair of sunglasses from the bag shaped like '2000' in various colours.

Verne makes a face but slips them on anyway, and both Emmett and Marty hold them up to inspect them as if they're suddenly about to explode in their hands in a shower of sparks.

❝Mother,❞ Jules starts, ❝you really didn't have to do this...❞

❝I know we have the time machines, but it's not every day you live the course of your natural life through the turn of a brand new millennium, so I wanted to celebrate. You only have to wear them for the photo, Jules, and you can take them off if you want.❞

Verne grins and throws an arm around Jules' shoulders. ❝Yeah, come on. They might actually make you look better.❞

Emmett slips on his blue glasses with a shrug and then holds his arms out to Marty, as if to ask how do I look? Marty laughs and shakes his head but follows suit, and there's a comment somewhere about how cute they both look, but neither of them are sure if the comment came from Jen or Clara, so in the moment, they decide they said it in unison.

❝Verne, honey, put this on Curie, would you?❞ Clara hands him a colourful bandanna adorned with confetti spirals. ❝And everyone line up. I'll get some of the clocks in the picture so we have the time and—Emmett, you're sure this timer feature will work?❞

❝Positive, dear. I tested it myself.❞

There's less than a minute left on the countdown by the time Clara sets up the camera and hurries over for the photo, taking her place at Emmett's side.

The flash goes off at exactly midnight and as the two couples share a quick kiss, both Jules and Verne make obnoxious gagging noises while the McFly twins stare longingly at the cake on the table.

A chorus of happy new years ring out among the families and as Marty pulls Emmett in for a hug, ❝Happy New Year, Doc,❞ somebody announces that cake is being served.

Emmett pats him twice on the back, smiling. ❝Here's to the future. Now, let's get some of that cake, shall we?❞

[zevrans-remade]

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[real-life-cloud]

im GOING to write today ........ i WILL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[iamnathannah]

I guess I can say this finally...

Yes, my Glorbie NWSL soccer prompt (that I'll maybe post one day) does feature Sophia Bush-adjacent slander and Barbie is pretty much Ali Krieger because I can't deal with cheaters and Gloria is her salvation as the new owner, a Honduramerican Rebecca Welton (America looks hot in a suit skirted or panted, it's required).

[sisterdivinium]

I've been a bit sick but now I am back to typing The Thing I Am Unsure About for the fest.

Also, so this post isn't entirely useless, I must tell you that that cool nun book I mentioned the other day featured a passage (p. 41) where some of them are taught by a well-loved magistra... Named Tecla, lol.