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inaconstantstateofchange · 4 days

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binggeyuan modern!AU based on this prompt where shen yuan and luo binghe live in the same apartment building, but have never met each other. SY is more-or-less his regular shut-in self, and keeps very odd hours, which means that he happens to be wide awake the first time LBH gets back to the apartment building at 3 a.m. after some manner of illicit activity and realizes he doesn't have his fucking entrance key. LBH hits one apartment number after another into the intercom, fully prepared to dazzle his way into getting one of them to open the door for him, but the intercom is old, and people come and go from this building often enough that most people don't bother getting it set up, and he's having no luck.

finally, just as he's about to give up and bully his way onto mobei-jun or sha hualing's couch for the night, someone picks up. he doesn't even remember which specific apartment number it was, he was just entering them mechanically. immediately, LBH pulls on his smoothest affect (sure the intercom has no video, only shitty, garbled audio, but that's no reason to let the universe catch you slipping) and prepares to give the sob story performance of his life. before he can even get a single word out, however, there's a crackly, almost indiscernible "Open!" and he hears the click of the entrance door unlocking before the intercom call is ended. he stares at the intercom for a minute, somewhat wrong-footed, but then shakes himself out of it in time to catch the door before it locks again.

SY, for his part, was broken out of a binge-reading spiral by the intercom call, and fully did not realize how late it had gotten. he assumed he had ordered something that was arriving earlier than expected, and kept an ear out for a knock on his front door from the delivery person for a few minutes, but then got sucked back into the target of his current literary criticism.

the next time LBH gets locked out, he starts in the general number range he remembers striking on the last time, and pays closer attention to the numbers this time. he's curious if his little philanthropist will be so accommodating again. SY orders a lot of packages, okay! the one time he didn't pick up the intercom he had to wait an extra three days for his ultra-rare, limited edition merch, which he will not be going through again. this time, though, when the intercom picks up, LBH is prepared. he starts talking immediately, playing up his stress at being locked out, how sorry he is to be a bother, and how much he really, really appreciates it. SY fully blue screens at this unanticipated display of emotions, blurts something out about how it's not problem and of course he's happy to help out a neighbor in need, then hangs up (after unlocking the entrance, of course). it is perhaps fortunate that the intercom has no video, and thus he can not see the look on LBH's face.

LBH gets more and more consistent pushy with his calls, curious how far this little philanthropist will go for him. he knows his apartment number, of course, he could just knock and introduce himself, but he'd rather let him come to him. LBH starts interjecting little questions here and there, trying to glean any information about his mysterious benefactor. SY, meanwhile, is lighting a daily candle for this poor little bun somewhere in his building, who has truly the worst luck in the entire world! who ever heard of a gang of pickpockets stealing someone's keys not once, but twice in the same week!

LBH gets comfortable with the state of things — as ever, too comfortable. nothing good can last forever. one night, after a long and utterly shitty day, for the first time in ages, he loses his key for real. he's tried to avoid reaching out to SY at any time when he's not 100% in control of himself, but there's nothing for it. he punches in the numbers for the unit he knows by heart at this point, and when it picks up, he sighs tiredly, and waits for SY to speak first. after a moment of silence, the call drops, and the door remains locked. LBH is almost shaken entirely out of his malaise. not even a word? he puts SY's apartment number in again, but this time it doesn't even pick up. he stares at the intercom in unpleasant shock for a few minutes, then punches the wall next to it and leaves. he spends the night on mobei-jun's uncomfortably small couch, staring unseeing at the ceiling above him. at least the other man doesn't ask him any questions.

their easy rapport broken, SY starts to worry when he hasn't heard from his unfortunate little neighbor — maybe he's moved out? hopefully to a place with a more accommodating security system... after a full week, his worry ramps up even higher. he wants to believe his neighbor just found a system to keep track of his keys that works for him, but statistically, it seems unlikely. feeling like the most awkward, overstepping idiot on the planet, he scribbles off a few short notes, and sticks one by the the intercom, one by the mailboxes, and one in the laundry room. his neighbor will have to go at least one of those places, certainly?

to my keyless neighbor - hope you're well! i was worried- if you ever need me, you know where to reach me. you weren't a bother- - XX4

the next time LBH stops by the apartment (he's been avoiding it by couch-hopping as much as possible, to the great aggravation of his friends) he carefully avoids looking at the intercom. as such, it's actually sha hualing who spots the note first. (she bullied her way into an invite to make LBH actually go home.) she crows out a harsh laugh, snatching the note off the wall and holding it up dramatically, cackling about "rom-com shit". LBH isn't really paying attention, until he catches a glimpse of the apartment number at the bottom. eyes flashing, he snatches the note out of her hand, and reads it over once, and then again. after a moment, he turns to sha hualing, and tells her to go home, that he's got plans, actually. she gapes at him for a moment, then scoffs and turns on her heel, flipping him off as she goes. whatever! she didn't want to babysit his mopey ass any longer anyway!

LBH spends a few frozen moments running over his options, torn between calling right now just to see if his philanthropist will pick up this time, and giving himself a chance to freshen up, and maybe make a good enough showing for himself that whatever it was that caused him to be ignored before will never happen again. ultimately, he decides on the latter, but rushes through all his preparations as much as he can while maintaining sufficient attention to detail. he wishes he had the materials to make something truly spectacular, but his apartment is showing his absence over the past week. he settles on a meal that just barely feels sufficient, and finds himself more anxious than he can remember being in years at this point, staring at his philanthropist's apartment door, two levels below his.

he raises his fist to knock, tentatively at first, too quiet to hear, and then once more, louder. a muffled voice comes through the door, and a few moments later, it cracks open to reveal a man just a bit shorter than him, with a rumpled shirt that looks like it has just been haphazardly thrown on and hair that might not have been brushed in days. he's... really cute.

LBH and SY just kind of stare at each other, frozen, for a bit, until LBH proffers the food he's brought, and SY's archaic etiquette subroutines kick in, and he invites LBH in before he can even think about. his immediate wince makes it clear he had not meant to do that, but LBH is not above making a situation work to his advantage, and graciously accepts, stepping into the somewhat cluttered apartment before SY can recover from his slip-up. they still have not exchanged names.

ultimately, they get themselves figured out. LBH introduces himself, and SY follows suit. there's a beat of silence as they both realize that this does not actually clear up anything about how they know each other. LBH finds the words to explain his own part in this are slow to come, so he finally just hands the note, neatly folded, to SY. SY's face colors, but he overcomes it to fussily poke at LBH about how worried he was, when the other just disappeared! LBH stops for a second, hearing that, then slowly responds that it was SY who cut him off first. SY gapes at him, then demands to know when he did a thing like that! he set his intercom call sound to caramelldansen and max volume so he'd be sure not to miss it!

LBH gives him the date, and SY flushes again, then looks away, muttering something unflattering about a "qingge". LBH feels a wash of jealousy, that he's misread the situation and SY is already spoken for, but SY goes on to explain that he had been stuck overnight at the hospital - for nothing major! pretty routine actually! - and the friend that was staying with him must have picked up, then hung up when he couldn't figure out who was calling.

LBH sits back, somewhat at a loss. so it... wasn't because SY was tired of him? SY sputters, waving his hands about. absolutely not! he might be slightly forgetful, but binghe is clearly a wonderful young man and it's not like SY has much else going on in his life!

LBH determines to himself then and there that the only way to ensure such a thing does not happen again is to make sure that he is the one staying with SY the next time he's in the hospital.

#gods this got SO MUCH LONGER THAN I ANTICIPATED #anyway i like this prompt a lot it has a lot of flexibility #and yes lbh starts very bingge but then gets passively bingmei-ified #svsss #bingyuan #binggeyuan #shen yuan #luo binghe #luo bingge #svsss au #svsss fic #my writing #writing prompt

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arkiwii · 7 months

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also while im at it, those who follow my main account probably heard me talking about an ARPG (art role play group) on Deviant Art im in, called Grimsby Grove, with a semi closed evoluting species, and sometimes i have fun making fake designs for arknights characters because the brainrot is just too strong and i get funny ideas with the mechanisms and stuff available in the group

currently the group is closed because of halloween event happening (which is why i am very busy art wise, i have so much on my plate), but the discord is still open and u can hang out there if u wanna, i will pass say hello

#arpg groups are really cool because due to the requirements and prompts you have to do #you get to train in many medium and art styles and experiment #like for this month one of the prompt is to do pixel art or a lantern craft #i think its really cool and those helped me a lot to experiment stuff #plus gg is managed by friends they r cool and you have a ton of freedom in the designs and lore #anyway its cool #arknights #stalkiwiart #olivia silence #saria #kal'tsit #(i put more info in the image descriptions if u wanna understand the stuff i wrote on the pics)

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hailsatanacab · 1 year

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@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie.

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?”

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?”

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information.

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

#dpxdc #danny phantom batman #danny phantom crossover #damian wayne/dani phantom #do they have a ship name? probably but idk it sorry #this was fun!! damian is strong and smart and capable and he won't let this stop him!#sure it's a shock but what does that matter when he has the love of his life by his side!!#he can get through this! at least his girlfriend's brother/original/...father? can't get his knight to stab him #that's a point in truce day's favour - even if damian is regretting asking to be introduced #in ellie's defence she thought he knew! he's slightly liminal himself she just assumed he could pick it up! ... he could not.#when they actually get there damian loves it - he fits right in with all the ghosts #there's a little adjustment period where he is VERY prickly with everyone but he gets the hang of it very quickly #all the ghosts are very impressed with his willingness to throw down and he has to be reminded by a very stern ellie that it's TRUCE DAY #stop fighting!!#ah i really enjoyed this thank you for the prompt! i hope you enjoy it too!!#as always it came out a lot longer than i intended - i don't know why i even bothered with the whole 'five sentences'#it was obvious i wasn't going to stick to it smh #anyway i hope you liked it!!#(also but sorry i prefer to call her ellie sorry i know i'm in the minority here haha)#my writing #(shit how is it four in the morning eep)#cab writes

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witchspeka · 10 months

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I dont think Mob is naive as much as he's socially unaware, like the reason why he trusts Reigen so blindly is a bit more complex than just him being naive

Cause Mob reached out to Reigen because he was desperate to find someone like him, someone who understood his psychic specific issues, someone that could truly know what he's feeling and going through and give him guidance and support

Post incident Mob's thinking process was something along the lines of my powers hurt people -> my powers are bad -> my powers (my emotions, my instincts, myself) cannot be trusted

So he lost all confidence and trust in his own actions, resigning to being as passive as possible to avoid any further damage to anyone else, thus he started doubting his own perception of reality too

He's a kid already struggling with being ostracised for being socially inept, who just got traumatised and all of his insecurity increased by the tenfold, he doesn't know how to process what he's going through. He needs help.

And here comes Reigen, seemingly reliable, a responsible adult in a child's eyes, someone who claims he can understand him

Even tho Reigen doesnt. But it doesn't matter, because Mob finds comfort in his words and takes them to heart

Even if Reigen doesn't fully get it, even if he doesn't see the bigger picture, even if his advice isn't always the best

Eventually, Mob grows up, realises Reigen isn't as honest as he seemed through his 11 year old perspective, but like most things, he refuses to acknowledge it on a deeper level

Mob knows, but never tells Reigen, never thinks about what all those lies mean to him (ofc until he forces himself to face those doubts regarding Reigen, to properly acknowledge both of their flaws and accept them as they are, I should scream into the void about Confession Arc more God)

Due to his lack of trust in himself, Mob has relied on Reigen for years now to shape his moral compass, his thoughts, his decisions

Because well, Reigen lies, sure, but he isnt a bad person. When he hurts Mob, it isn't intentional or with ill intent, he still wants the best for him, what's the issue?

Except that it stunts Mob's growth. He doesn't develop as a person, doesn't have goals or wishes or ambitions, can't make choices on his own, he doesn't even let himself acknowledge his own emotions, he refuses to let himself exist

But Mob realises in time that he wants more than that, he wants to become better and be independent and feel again

Still, he puts the acknowledgement of the lies on hold for as long as he can, unwilling to question the way things are

This can make him feel a little naive, he constantly relies on Reigen and trusts his decisions and raises questions rarely until separation arc when he finally puts his foot down

And I do think that moment is the most resounding proof we have that Mob knows and allows himself to be used by Reigen, not wanting to shake the status quo, until he gets fed up

I mentioned the social ineptitude at the beggining but idk if I should even elaborate on that, you've watched the show, you know what I mean

He's blunt and can't read social cues or tonality that well and can't speak in front of crowds and is overall pretty awkward and I do think some people conflate that with naivety

Mob is still a child, he doesnt fully understand how the world works at the ripe age of 14 years old, but some folks take that as him being inherently naive/innocent/whatever which I don't find true

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bi-lil-guy · 4 months

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Character A: You're So Hot, How Come No One's Bagged You Yet?

Character B: Who's Trying To Put Me In A Bag? 🤨

Character B: ...

Character A: 😐

Character B: 🤔🤔🤔

Character B: OH- Thanks, Bestie That's Sweet Of You To Say! 😊

Character A: 🫠🫠🫠

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mikoran · 9 months

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i feel like everyone in this fandom needs to like take a break from it and just. hang out in another fandom for a while. remind themselves of what typical fandom environments are like because this one acts a lot differently from how fandoms typically do

#like i get it its a lot more canon focused and analysis driven than typical fandoms #but that leads to really stupid shit #like hey people can have headcanons or explore an idea that goes against characterization. thats common actually #people arent automatically not allowed to enjoy something just because it conflicts with canon #fandom is about fun its not about being right or faithful to the source material #and i think a lot of us need to be reminded of that #a lot of the debates that i see happen are really dumb and would hardly be a debate in other fandoms #because no one gives a shit #i feel like everyone who has strong feelings about certain stuff would have a stroke if they went near a fandom like mha or something #anyway case and point this fandom needs to take a step back and just. not take some stuff so seriously #like ive never seen a fandom debate characterization and shit so frequently and heatedly before #its about fun!!! not accuracy!!!#byler #stranger things #i should probably clarify this isnt vagueposting or something #no one specifically prompted this i just got reminded of some of the debates that come up a lot in the fandom

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quickhacked · 1 month

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"The outer reaches of space remain unexplored by humankind to this day, but its greed is relentless. We grasp and yearn and hunger for knowledge— answers to questions we cry out into the endless void expecting to understand, expecting the stars to respond. The stars will not, but one day something else will— and we will not like what it has to say." — Rome Solomon, Beyond the Exosphere (1965)

taglist (opt in/out): @shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart, @vvanessaives, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman, @celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister, @killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

#obscura #edit:rome #nuclearocs #nuclearedits #ok so. ok hi. red and i made a new universe hi. sorry. morris quincy victor and eleanor belong to them the rest belong to meee :3 #the pictures i used are basically the patron saints of their occupation / line of work! so that's not what they look like #anyway it's a mix of paranormal stuff + lovecraftian horror + sort of zombies :^)#they're like. the domains of lucifer (demons) behemoth (zombies) and leviathan (the eldritch horrors that happen in space and oceans)#who are like. the three evils that torment the mortal realm #it's all in a historical setting kind of parallel to our world? so a bunch of historic events are the same but it's like #a little bit more advanced with technology but at the same time it's not. it's Just A Little Different y'know #rome's sister went to space for a mission and just straight up went missing which prompts him to become an astronomer #and he's the first one to start speculating the existence of leviathan as eldritch god #morris is a technician at the academy who has an angel stuck in his computer #eve is a nun and herbalist who witnesses the influence of behemoth firsthand through some sick travelers #that she and the other nuns of her convent take care of #anatoly and quincy are both from different space missions who end up as the only survivors who are not basically a plant #the other two survivors have secretly been replaced with some sort of parasites. annihilation style if you've seen that movie #eleanor is a demonologist and works together with her brother victor who's her cameraman #clarence is a blind psychic who lost her sight because of an angel trying to warn her and in return got her psychic abilities #and lazarus is one of the two most famous demonologists in the world but his wife (the other one) passed away #so now he's alone and since he's not from an upper class family like his wife was he's not all that loved as she was #there's a lot going on but it's SO fucking fun to work on so far. feel free to send any asks i would love to explain more :^)#if you've made it this far also hi i love you. kiss for you

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silhouettecrow · 4 months

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 362

Adjective: Shiny

Noun: Bottle

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Shiny: (of a smooth surface) reflecting light, typically because very clean or polished

Bottle: a container, typically made of glass or plastic and with a narrow neck, used for storing drinks or other liquids; the contents of a bottle; (informal) used in reference to heavy drinking; a bottle fitted with a nipple for giving milk or other drinks to babies and very young children; a large metal cylinder holding liquefied gas

#you already know it #im a few hours late again #but (as you might expect) i had a busy day again today #my girlfriend and i took care of some bills and did some shopping #and we even did some cooking (both breakfast and dinner although both were mainly them cooking and me helping)#we also played some magic the gathering #(their fucking hakbal deck is op as fuck and i lowkey kinda regret buying it for them for christmas)#anyway i like this prompt a lot #partially cos it makes me think of the magic card 'so shiny' and the squirrel thats depicted on the card #however it also makes me think of a glimmering potion inside a fancy or ornate 'bottle'#and both thoughts point me in a fantasy direction that i love #so im probably going to run with those ideas when i write my poem for this prompt #thanks for reading #writing #writer #creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #trying to be a writeblr at least

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jebiknights · 6 months

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Sometimes you see stuff that's for YOUR ship and you're just like ... Everyone is allowed to have their own interpretation it's not a big deal

#this is vague yes but its bc its literally not serious in the slightest lmao #theres just a lot of rexwalker content on my dash rn which i love!!!#but some people have veryyyy different interpretations of the dynamic from me lmao #and im just like hm #anyway like i said the stupidest post possible prompted this lmao #like too embarrassing to admit in public #comm chatter #ugh i need to work on my false pretenses fic if my head is gonna get this wrapped up in rex walker thoughts

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herotune · 6 months

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in fair faerûn where we lay our scene.......

im a little late heading into wyll week and im so sad but here's an illustration for day 3: modern au!!!!

wyll gives me theater kid vibes and i think modern au wyll would Absolutely be an actor. and i think he'd be incredible in shakespeare adaptations and historical dramas... so i Had to redraw one of my favorite shots from baz luhrmann's romeo + juliet with him. a modern au in a modern au...its perfect 🎭

#bg3 #wyll week #wyllvember #wyll ravengard #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyllweek #shakespeare #my art #herotune #i replaced the crucifixes with the symbol for tyr btw cries #which is hopefully understandable 😭#i Need to go back n check what wylls reaction to the tyr paladins is again its been too long since i played that part in my current run #so hopefully including the symbol for tyr is appropriate weeps...i tried to figure out if theres a diety he follows n Could Not #so i just went w tyr because the symbol for him had a similar enough silhouette and i feel like gd of justice Very much fits wyll...#although theres also uhhhh helm gd of protection and i feel like that would suit him more i just didnt think the symbol for helm would work #its like. an eye on a gauntlet 😭.....#so uh. i. ended up going with tyr #anyway im so so sad im late to wyll week ;_; i love him and i DO have a lot of sketches ive not published of him yet #but i wanna do the prompts too. i do think ill be posting some of those drawings for the free day but i think im also gonna try to get #stuff out for the rest of the prompts even tho itll have to be after wyll week is over...#wait itd still be wyllvember tho :0 #his month...yessss im late but also im not. its fine.

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apprentice-s · 8 months

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don’t say I never give u guys anything

#c-t art only #voltron #klance #um #Hey guys ^__^#something possessed me #the tonal shift between this and the other one is really funny I think #villain husbands klance ….. I Lvoe them #partners in all things <3 #it Looks like I’m using a lot of red and ok I Am but it’s not cause of Keith #it’s cause my sketch color is um literally bright red like saturation 100 read #*red #so like Um it bleeds out lol #anyway #thank you for the prompt

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promptingyou · 1 year

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(blank) to lovers

classmates who always end up sitting beside each other bc their last names start with the same letter

comedic duo side character friends who seem very platonic in group settings but show more vulnerability when they spend some time alone

academic rivals who eventually find out they both work hard for the same (usually tragic) reason

co-workers at a very fancy (and expensive) cafe who originally only know each other based on their customer service persona but eventually get to know the real them

town tarot card reader and local newspaper skeptic

star athlete and the (physically), weakest assistant manager known to exist

strangers who meet on the last train out of town: one having had the best day of their life and the other having had the worst (like that meme lmao)

best friend of the class clown and best friend of the class president

chronically online nerd and off the grid farmer

friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

fake dating (but as spies or something in a life or death situation)

penpals since they were 13, vowed to never meet in person, but did so accidentally

airport crush to crush at the resort your family is staying at for a family reunion to return flight airport crush

neighbours who end up helping each other since each of their weaknesses are perfectly supported by the other's strengths

minimalist friend and maximalist friend

small craft supply store part-timer and camp counselor

two friends who have endlessly convinced themselves that they have no romantic feelings for each other but eventually realize that theyre the only one for them when it's almost too late

exes to platonic co stars in a movie/show/play

met on a dating app and eventually went on a date bc they thought it would result in a funny story but actually it led

caterer and florist who both work with an insufferable wedding planner

new years kiss with a stranger at a grubby local bar

#to lovers to lovers one porsche #i wrote this at one am .. the inspo struck me like lightning #i know some of these are just like.. attributes but idk i think they can imply a lot about a character #i just love any (blank) to lovers content #also i literally just realized that is. just like every romance story ever #anyway #prompt list #promptingyou #prompts #kpop scenarios #writing prompts #writing inspo #fic writing #romance prompts #to lovers #friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #im also posting this on mobile so i hope it's formatted right

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Hi!

So I just saw your post, and I wanna request tasm peter with this angst prompt "maybe it's best to end this"

You stood in front of a wounded man. A hand clutched your chest, a grip so tight you felt nails digging into skin. You thought that holding your chest would ease the pain in your heart. That it’ll ease the sting, or dry up the tears welling from your eyes. He’d look up to you, eyes the same as yours. He’d inch closer, his gait shifting, but you’d fall back. How can someone love a wounded man?

It was the same every night, he’d knock at your window, clothes torn, bruises all over his body, dried blood all over. And tomorrow you’re expected to cook breakfast and act like nothing happened. He’d ask if you’re okay. Okay? you thought. You could’ve died, Peter.

You stayed silent looking down. Your heart was racing, aching, beating like it was about to jump off your rib cage. Your hands were clammy, your knees felt like they were about to break, the weight of the world on your shoulders. He held your hand, it was cold and shaking. He’d try to soothe it with his touch but it won't work.

Everynight I would stare at the window, waiting for you to come, or if you’ll ever come home at all, and—I feel sick. I genuinely feel so sick I feel like I’d die. And I know why you’re doing this and I love you because of that heart of yours but I’m–, tears fall down from your cheeks, the words breaking in between sobs. I’m tired, Pete.

Peter saw this one coming. He noticed the way your worry started to become resentment. Not at him, no you could never, but at the other guy, the mask. You felt that it was always a part of your relationship, the third guy. He wished to ask a question. A question he knew would change everything. That everything you experienced with him will be gone, and that you’ll soon forget about him, but at least by then you will find peace.

Maybe it’s best if we–, you took the words out of his mouth. You look up to him, eye to eye. End this, you’d say after, with a finality that cut him deeper than any of the fresh wounds on his body right now. You were now fully sobbing, your palms cupping your face, the tears flowing non stop.

He wished he could wipe all your tears away, and hug all the pain. He thought of a thousand ways to say sorry nothing would come through his lips. I love you, he said. The words still held so much weight on you. You almost felt like vomiting. Your head is dizzy, not a word coming to your head to scream. You still loved him that would never change, you thought. But no love can ever soothe the pain you were feeling.

You both laid in bed that night, crying in each other’s arms. One last night together. He’d whisper something to you before you drifted off. If I could change everything I would.

You wake up to an empty bed and any trace of him gone, his stuff, the pictures, the notes on the fridge. He thought that if you had a clean slate it would be easier. Leave out all the spaces he had occupied and make room for someone else to fill in. Someone worth all the tears. Whatever was left on your bed was his wet pillow, tears-soaked.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x gender neutral reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker angst #peter parker drabble #peter parker blurb #woah this was hard to write #i listened to a lot of motion sickness by phoebe bridgers btw #i hate you #for what you did #and i miss you like a little kid #anyways enjoy send me more prompts if you liked it

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