#(Eyes emoji prompts)

[queen-scribbles]

oooh 👀 mayhaps guide or wound for adam/aj

How 'bout both? with an added [11. laying their hand on the other’s neck] from touch prompts for @haledamage (post-book 3, and I'm trying not to feel guilty it took me like 8 months to fill😅) ---

"You are injured."

"So're you." It came out reflexively, even if the sharp red gash was already starting to close by the time she laid a hand on his neck to frame to wound so she could examine it. "Comes with the job, yeah?"

Adam pulled a slow breath and they both ignored the tremor when he exhaled it. "You will not heal as I do, Abigail." He swallowed hard, jaw tight on more he refused to say, and gently grasped her wrist to move her hand from his neck. His thumb made a light circle over her pulse point--thrumming madly, she was sure--before he shifted his grip to lead her a short way to the side.

AJ followed readily once she picked out his goal--a sawn off stump large, flat, and clean enough for them to sit on. "I'm still gonna worry when y' get hurt, Adam." She missed the warmth of his hand when he let go, bit her lip as if that could hide it. "Call it human nature."

His lips twitched in a maybe-almost-smile. "I feel it is more your nature than a general human state." He hesitated, something flickering in the green of his eyes, then held out a hand. "Let me see."

It was a request more than an order, but AJ made no protest as she held out her arm for him to examine.

Adam's grip was, once again, gentle as he cradled her wrist, gaze and thumb tracing the angry red line that cut from the outside of her forearm around to the inside, just below her wrist. It was barely more than a deep scratch, small potatoes next to most of what she'd weathered, but it was bleeding. Adam pulled a small case from one pocket on his cargo trousers and opted to balance it on his knee as he opened it rather than trust the cleanliness of the stump.

AJ arched a curious brow even as they both wrinkled their noses at the biting scent of alcohol when he tore open one of the small packets within. She had to grit her teeth against the sting of the sterilizing cloth, even with the care Adam gave cleaning the cut.

She wasn't sure if it was the sting or his proximity, laser-focused on tending to her, that had her pulse up.

She studied him in silence as he worked, thoughts and emotions too much a tangle to settle on a topic for small talk. He doesn't care for it anyway. The cut on his neck was completely healed now, drying blood the only evidence it had been there at all.

It wasn't a surprise when Adam ascertained the angle and length of her injury was such adhesive bandages wouldn't cover it well and withdrew the small roll of gauze to wrap it. He finished swiftly, gentle as his touch remained, and rubbed his thumb over the wrapping, as if he wished to transfer some of his healing ability to her through touch alone.

"That should be sufficient until we return to the Warehouse and a doctor can tend it properly," he said abruptly, shaking his head as if to clear some reverie he didn't want. He snapped the case closed and shoved it back in his pocket.

AJ rested a hand on his arm before he could stand and felt him tense. "Thank you, Adam," she said softly. "It hope it wasn't... too much."

He shook his head, scanning the surroundings--"for threats" he'd say if she brought it up--rather than meet her eye. "It... was not more than I could endure. Though I appreciate your concern." Something gentled about his posture. "And it should not surprise me from you."

Her heart fluttered at the softness to his voice. "I wouldn't want it t' be a struggle when you're helpin' me, yeah?"

"It is not," Adam said, finally turning to look at her. His gaze was so sincere it made her chest go tight. "And even if it is... it's worth it."

Oh. She couldn't get even the single syllable our her dry throat. This is really counterproductive to the 'not letting me fall in love with you' thing. She swallowed, lightly running her fingers over where his injury had been. "Thank you," she repeated, and leaned in to kiss his cheek as she let her hand drop.

"Abigail..." He caught her hand for a moment before letting it fall. "You are welcome." He pushed to his feet. "We should continue on. The sooner we finish and get back, the sooner you can have that properly treated."

With a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm herself, AJ also stood. She only made it a few steps in silence before curiosity got the better of her. "I did have a wonder, Adam..."

"Which is?"

She curled a loose lock of hair around her finger and tugged on it. "If all of ya heal fast enough t' not need it, why're ya carryin' a first aid kit?"

Adam stopped, turned to face her. "It is always wise to be prepared. And I look out for my agents." He reached out, thumb ghosting along her jaw, his eyes determined and so, so sad it made her want to weep. "Whatever form that takes."

I will not allow you to fall in love with me.

He pivoted to resume their route and it took several long moments before AJ could breathe through the heartache of his words and unstick her feet to follow. It was, she supposed, human nature to want what you couldn't have.

What if, in this one thing, I don't want lookin' after?

What if we don't break?

#queens fic #abigail jenings #adam du mortain #aj/adam au #nonverbal prompts #eyes emoji prompts #touch prompts #the way they drive me insane🙃

[wonderful-emoji]

prompt: The horrors ^___^

#emoji #emojis #google emoji kitchen #weird prompt contest #moodboard request #blood #gore #motion blur #blur #food #horror #eye contact

[heynhay]

LANCE PEELING OFF KEITH’S GLOVES????? SOMETHING ODDLY INTIMATE 🙈

anon. we are on the same page.

#because this isnt just up my alley they named the alley after me #mundane yet weirdly intimate expressions of affection. #klance #voltron #vld #art #my art #ask #a little preturbed by your use of word 'peel' here anon but ill let it slide its a good prompt #my fav so far thats why i saved it for last teehee #also ive deduced that the use of the monkey covering eyes emoji makes you trustworthy #whoever this is pls come forward to my inbox with more prompts you clearly have good taste

[kellterntempest]

Here is my gift for the 2023 Stobotnik Secret Santa (organized by the wonderful @panic-flavored)

I got the good luck to be matched to my super cool bestie @alchemocha who had so many lovely ideas and prompts, it was so hard to choose ! <3

"Soft jimbotnik content!! stobotnik marriage, domesticity, stobotnik Christmas reunion, stone giving Robotnik his first proper Christmas (many options I love them so much)"

#stobotnik secret santa 2023 #stobotnik #happy holidays! #jimbotnik #agent stone #dr robotnik #THEYRE MARRIED ! THEYRE SPENDING CHRISTMAS TOGETHER! SOB #ILU BESTIE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT !! #my art #i have more sketches from the other prompts that i didn't officially move forward with (eyes emoji) i will work on them too later hehehhhee #merry stobotnik christmas

[dani-the-toad]

falling from grace

#toad rambles #dani draws #art #danganronpa #dr0 #yasuke matsuda #this is from a color palette/prompt challenge thats why the colors are fucking insane #this is also is about the kamukura project heart emoji #eye strain

[seeminglydark]

im so excited about the lil prompt im working on today, literally squealing. stay tuned...

#rj rambles #sketch prompts #these have been really fun #eye emoji #sord? #sord.

[0-g-i]

found out about emoji kitchen

#0-g-i thinks #XDDDD #look at him #look at our sun #lol #dca fandom #got new emojis #this would be fun for prompt ideas XD #there's so many sun ones!! #eye contact #it's five o'clock somewhere and that somewhere is here #not my art

[icehearts]

Piggybacking off #10 ask- What sort of scenario is she picturing in her mind to push her over the proverbial edge? What sort of fantasy or desire does she envision as she's stimulating herself?

Oh my.

If anyone found out, she'd buy their silence. Permanently. (Though you can probably get a decent idea from previous answers s;ldgfjsd;glj)

#eyes emoji.. #SORRY ANON this one is simply too hot for toonami #i'm a coward and a weakling and i'm tapping out #thank you for the ask though!! #answered prompts #prompt tag #wol: esca #spicy

[avspol]

I wish you would write a fic where Avpol get enganged... We're seriously lacking avpol proposal fics

OUUUUGH OK YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU'RE RIGHT

#not saying that one of the avpol april prompts is wedding. but one of them is wedding #eyes emoji x100000 #asks

[boyfrillish]

The weather’s been way too hot (and humid) so I had to slow down the writing (well, also because I still have to be mindful of my batteries and all, since I’m still recovering)... granted I also did a lot of household chores and stuff 😅

I’m still working on edits on Masquerade Ball WIP and otherwise rn the tiredness gave me a bit of some kind of block re: pick one of the many scenarios I already had in my head (whenever my brain doesn’t make them vanish on me lolsob)

But I’m hanging in there! Hope everyone’s doing well

#frillishtxt #to the person who sent a prompt a bit ago: I will definitely get to that at the next opportunity! #I'm tired as heck but I went instant eye emoji that's one of my favourite things ever #they are protector x sunshine squared so it's perfect ......

[otpcompendium]

TW war/battle mention, insomnia

A wakes up in the middle of the night to find B hunched over battle maps and strategies, desperately trying to make sure they win the coming battle. There are lines worn in their face from worry, and A isn't sure how long they've been up, but they know B needs sleep.

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#otp #otp prompts #imagine your otp #writing prompts #ship prompts #story prompts #character prompts #tw war #war #battle strategy #soft #insomnia #tw insomnia #late night #bed sharing #if you want it to be #eyes emoji

[queen-scribbles]

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location. For Ves/Kurt 👀

*shows up 8.5 months later to start the new year with (sorta tweaked from the prompt) hurt/comfort fic and sincere apologies to Kurt*

ALSO a yecht fradi term I borrowed from my beloved @haledamage

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The undergrowth crashed and cracked behind them, and normally Vesper would've worried about leaving a trail. But she had more pressing concerns than broken foliage, no matter the potential pursuit and their plans regarding her.

Namely, in ascending order, the ragged edge to Kurt's breathing, how heavily he was leaning on her, and the massive bloodstain spreading down his leg that was responsible for the former two.

He stumbled and her heart skipped a beat, grip instinctively tightening on his belt. "Almost there," she panted, scanning for the familiar landmarks.

Vesper all but dove into the cave when the vague promise of its mouth materialized through the treeline. She sent up a prayer of thanks the tenlens hadn't moved back in as they stumbled toward the far edge of the first chamber and she eased Kurt down to sit on a small outcropping, half-hidden in a niche along the wall.

He pulled a hissing breath, voice rough when he spoke, "Are... are they still coming?"

"Not sure." Vesper had already hit her knees next to him, attention more on the deep gash across the outside of his thigh than the entryway. "Maybe. Or maybe that last grenade did the trick."

She'd owe Aphra effusive thanks if that were the case. Maybe her own laboratory.

Kurt leaned his head back against the wall and gave a quiet growl--whether pain, frustration, or some mingling of the two Vesper wasn't sure.

She was sure this wound was a bigger threat than any pursuing group of bandits, no matter how tenacious or well-equipped. Her hands were slicking with a frankly alarming amount of blood, especially considering how much he'd already lost. "Kurt-"

"We shouldn't count on them being gone," he grit out. His gaze darted around the cavern, lit with recognition--and remembering the detail that made it so appealing a hiding spot to her. His fingers circled her upper arm and he tried to tug her to her feet. "You should keep going--"

Vesper slipped his grasp--too easily; he was stronger than that--as she shook off her doublet. "No."

"You can... get out one of the back ways, a-and I'll-"

"You'll what?!" she hissed, struggling out of her shirt while keeping one hand pressed to the wound. For all the good it was doing.

"They're after you, Green Blood, I can slow them down-" Kurt sucked in another sharp, pained breath even as he tried again to push her toward the passageways out and staggered to his feet.

"How, you can barely stand," Vesper snapped. She yanked him back down by his belt and balled up her shirt against his leg. "Sit still. I'm not leaving you, anyway."

He gave her a look, sharp, almost desperate, a muscle in his jaw working as she pushed more firmly, and reached to trace his fingers down her cheek. "Ves. It's my duty as your bodyguard--"

Vesper's heart was pounding as she pressed a finger to his lips to shush him(instead of flicking him in the forehead, which was very tempting when he was like this). "It's your duty as my husband to be here for me," she retorted. Even in the dim light filtering through the cave entrance she could see how pale he was and it terrified her. "How're you planning to do that if you're dead, falaig wis?"

That shut him up.

Of course, given that they hadn't been discovered by ransom-minded bandits and there was no way potential pursuit was this far behind, they were probably safe regardless. That wasn't the point here. The point was Kurt's damnable determination to die for her and how it equally frustrated and scared her(he was not worth any less than her; she didn't want to lose him).

Silence stretched between them, broken by the rasp of his breathing--labored from more than their run through the woods--and a couple worried hums from Vesper.

"Kurt?" she finally nudged.

She didn't like the amount of effort it took for him to straighten and focus on her. "...mm?"

"Pressure alone isn't doing the trick." She bit her lip. She hated to make him move, especially with where the wound was, but the bleeding hadn't stopped and she was not losing him. "We need to elevate it."

Probably should have done that from the first, but she'd had a few problems she was trying to manage simultaneously. Besides, Kurt would never have agreed while he thought there was an active threat. Maybe now she could convince him, since no threat had materialized.

To her vast relief, Kurt nodded and started shifting toward the edge of his makeshift seat. "Guess... guess we're safe enough if they haven't followed us by now..."

"At least from that," Vesper murmured, helping him get settled as best she could while still keeping pressure on the wound. She rolled up her doublet--clumsily--to serve as a pillow, and braced his leg against the ledge he'd been sitting on for elevation. "Talk to me while I work, love, hmm?" She tried to keep her voice steady, upbeat. "Don't fall asleep." Not yet.

"Yes'm," Kurt mumbled with a faint smile at her admonishment. There was a beat, and then, "Do I wanna know what... falaig wis means?"

This smile was genuine if shaky as she looked (in vain) for a clean portion of shirt to press against his leg. The whole thing was already crimson. "Rocks for brains. Roughly."

He chuckled, shifting his shoulders in search of a more comfortable position on the cave floor. "Learn... learn that from Síora, did you?"

"Derdre, actually, if you want to be technical," Vesper said, repositioning the compress and wincing in twined sympathy and apology when it earned a pained grunt. "Though knowing it now, Síora did mutter it under her breath several times about us both while we were doing our pining but I refuse to admit it dance."

"Ah." Kurt was quiet for long enough she almost poked him to make sure he wasn't drifting off. "Are... Aren't you cold, Ves?"

The words had her abruptly, acutely aware of the gooseflesh across her shoulders and down her arms in the chill cavern. "I'll be fine," she said, suppressing an ill-timed shiver. "And I mean that. Hold still and let me take care of you, you can worry about me later."

"I don't recall you ever being this demanding b'fore, Green Blood," he commented, and it would have sounded like a joke if not for the ragged strain tugging at his voice.

"Yes, well, you've never been bleeding to death around me before," Vesper said dryly. It had dripped on her trousers, she noted, after they changed positions, small scarlet stains setting in the fabric. This entire outfit was a loss and she didn't give a fig. "New circumstances and all that."

She peeked under the bloodstained shirt. It looked to have finally stopped. Vesper nearly collapsed back against the wall, shuddering in relief.

Kurt started to move again, reaching for the doublet-pillow as if to offer it back to her.

"Don't. Move." It was halfway between an order and a plea, her hand on his shoulder to push him back down. "The bleeding finally stopped so I can do something about it. If you move it might start up again."

"Something?" Kurt parroted, though he did relax. His eyes drifted closed, but opened again before she could prod him. "You bring along a healer's kit I missed somehow?"

She shook her head, tucking back loose hair as she set aside the ruined shirt. Today was supposed to be for them, a stolen moment from her duties, not a mission of any sort and definitely not whatever it had devolved into. "The healing, from my bond to the island. With the bond stronger now, the healing is, too." She gently wiped drying blood away from the wound, wincing again at how deep it was as she cupped her hands over it. "So I can handle more serious injuries."

He nodded and watched her silently, the golden glow of her work turning his eyes from grey to something molten in the dim cavern.

The warmth of the magic seeped through her, banishing the shadowy chill, and Vesper gave a convulsive shiver when it faded.

Kurt levered himself up to sitting with a grunt, draping her doublet around her shoulders. "My turn to worry and insist you stop being stubborn," he murmured, before she could protest, brushing a kiss to her temple. "Especially on my account."

"But it's part of my duty to be stubborn on your account," Vesper countered, slipping her arms in the sleeves. It felt odd to wear the doublet with nothing but a breastband underneath, but her shirt was far beyond redemption. "As your wife." She turned her focus to her handiwork. She would've like to check it before he moved, however the wound looked healed. It had left its mark, though; a thick, viney scar angled up the outside of Kurt's thigh. She traced a finger along it. "As was this."

He was watching her with a mingle of so many emotions in his eyes she couldn't parse them all, but fond amusement won out. "And tellin' me I have rocks for brains? Is that another of those duties, wife?"

Vesper laughed, giddy on fading adrenaline now that all forms of danger were past. "Only when you're acting like it, husband."

He was still worryingly pale from all the blood he'd lost, but there wasn't much she could do for the beyond make him rest. Fortunately she knew a way to make that a more enticing prospect. Vesper shifted to lean back against a relatively comfortable section of the wall and tugged him with her.

"Mind, I might not be able to argue it for today," Kurt muttered as he complied, settling in with his head on her chest. "I lost my sword, in the mess of things."

She snorted. Oh, yes, that's what makes you falaig wis from the past couple hours. Not trying to get me to leave you while you were bleeding out. But she kept the glib thought to herself.

"It's child's play to get another, Kurt," she said instead, with a small fond laugh. Half the blacksmiths on the island would trip over themselves to say they filled a commission for New Sérène's legate.

"You bought that one," he mumbled into her chest.

"Is this sentimentality I hear?" she teased lightly, least-bloody fingers tracing circles on his temple while she tried to rub the other hand clean against her trousers. Go sleep, love. "It wasn't a gift, or a special occasion, or anything that should trouble you about replacing it, darling." With that hand reasonably free of blood, she ran her fingers through his hair before settling her arm around his shoulders. "But if you're attached to the old one and would rather retrace our steps and look for it, we can. After you rest."

"Mmm." She wasn't sure if the rumbling hum was agreement or thanks or something else entirely, but given he relaxed more heavily against her a moment later, it was irrelevant.

Vesper smiled and curled forward to kiss the top of his head. "Sweet dreams," she whispered, then settled back to enjoy the quiet of the cave and the weight of her very much alive husband pinning her down until he woke.

They could work out getting home then, once she knew what sort of shape he was in. For now, she was going to focus on the rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed and be grateful circumstance or duty hadn't claimed him.

And start planning out that laboratory she almost definitely owed Aphra in thanks.

#queens fic #eyes emoji prompts #vesper de sardet #kurt #kurt greedfall #ves/kurt #greedfall #thought process: only way these two would be running is if one of them was hurt -> but which one? -> *flips coin* -> #yeah he's probably happier this way tbh -> deal with vesper-muse panic attacks

[wonderful-emoji]

prompts: fractals. buried alive. gandalf and his big naturals. mother and child. the artworks of rene magritte.

#a bit of a mix #but sure #eye contact #emoji #emojis #google emoji kitchen #weird prompt contest

[shoshiwrites]

No I will definitely not regret the Coca cola i just had, what are you talking about

#thank you everyone for humoring me with these ask memes as i whine #shoshi.txt #shaky eyes emoji at these prompts srsly #send as many as you want they will be perf for the end of the week and weekend #thursday is supposed to be gross so i will curl up with a beverage and lovely prompts💕

[redlegend-a]

👍 JUST A KIND STRANGER, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT RED

👍 want a vibe check from a dude with insane insight?

good vibes. sad vibes. kindness. they are. takes the responsibility of others onto their shoulders to substitute for real connection. wants change and feels helpless. feels pressure to help but can't please everyone, so love turns to vinegar. needs to learn the only one they can truly control is themselves, for better or worse.

#exnusquam #;;prompt #eyes emoji is this correct

[vaya-writes]

😳

Please and thank you

How about some foreplay/dirty talk? (insert smirk emoji)

Technically SFW.

From an unpublished and unfinished story nicknamed Girl Meets Prince:

“Something the matter?” His lips brush against her ear.  

She shivers at the touch. “No, sir.” 

“You seem a little, flustered.” His hand creeps further up her thigh. She squeezes her knees together, and tries not to fidget.  

“I think it’s the new dress, my Prince. I’m not entirely used to it yet." 

He presses a kiss to the back of her neck. “If it’s bothering you so much, we can always take it off?” 

She blushes and her head reels. Not at his words – he’d been directing inappropriate comments towards her for the past two days. But it was the first kiss she’d received from him. The first kiss she’d received in a while, and her reaction isn’t entirely faked.  

“If those are your orders, sir..?” 

He trails a line of kisses along her jaw. “Later. I might like to show off, but I don’t particularly like to share.” 

#girl meets prince #or better named #house of halves #this story is waiting for a rewrite #thank you for asking!!!!! #id add puppy eye emojis but im on the computer #vaya replies #ask game #vaya writes #WIP #prompts