#askbox prompts

[astrronomemes]

Send 🫂 to comfort my muse after an upsetting or traumatic event

Send "🫂 + Reverse" for my muse to be the one comforting yours instead

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[kedreeva]

Running with the "Steve helps Eddie study for finals" into "Steve quickly discovers that strip-flashcards is not an effective way to get right answers from Eddie" and right into "changing the rules so Eddie has to grab a sharpie and write the right answers down somewhere that he'll remember" and then "I'll remember what part of Steve's skin I wrote this on"

(my inbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous prompts)

god I remember this discussion lol let's see if I can do it well

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Steve hasn't done a lot of studying in his life. He didn't need to study to cruise through high school with a solid C average, and he had never planned on needing anything higher than that. He aced a few courses just because they didn't require anything from him, so his GPA was always just a little higher.

But he'd met Nancy partway through, most of the way through if he's being honest, and she had taken notes and made cards and highlighted textbooks. She had played little memory games and made little songs about the things she needed to remember. He tried harder, around her, and even had done a little better.

Which is why when Eddie asks for his help, when he needs to pass two more classes in order to make it out, Steve is all too happy to show him.

Except... Eddie isn't Nancy.

His notes are a mess, completely illegible to anyone that isn't Eddie. He doesn't pay attention to the notecards, and Steve finds him asleep over the textbooks almost every time. He can read an entire Dungeons and Dragons manual cover to cover and parrot back everything inside of it, but he cannot get 2 paragraphs into his history book. Songs almost work, except for the fact that Eddie doesn't know the meaning of singing in his head.

But... Eddie isn't Nancy.

When Steve had suggested Nancy remove articles of clothing for wrong answers, she had balked. She had told him no, and she had meant it.

When Steve suggests Eddie remove articles of clothing for wrong answers, Eddie ends up naked in as many notecards as he has articles of clothing, and the only studying that gets done that night is human anatomy. It only goes slightly better the other way around; he manages to get Steve stripped almost as quickly, and the study session ends.

Steve is at a loss.

Steve is at a loss until he sees Eddie doodling a tattoo idea around his own ankle with a permanent marker.

"Hey," he says. Eddie doesn't have ears like a cat, but the way he doesn't look up, the way his attention shifts with just the slightest twitch of his head, reminds Steve of a cat twitching one ear in acknowledgement. "You have that algebra test monday, right?"

Eddie hums confirmation, and then stops drawing and looks at Steve with a warming smile. "You trying to suggest some flash cards again?"

"Something like that," Steve agrees, and holds out his hand. "Can I see that marker?"

Eddie joins him on the bed and passes him the marker without question. Steve uncaps it, tests it against his skin. It's cold, but not unpleasant, and he doesn't have work the next few days while the store finishes renovations. It could work.

He wriggles out of his shirt, and Eddie's eyes light up in anticipation, but Steve holds out a hand to stop him, marker grasped upright in it. Eddie takes it back with a confused look.

"You have to remember formulas, right?"

Eddie groans. "I've been had!"

Steve rolls his eyes. "You haven't been had. You like leaving marks on me, right?"

"Yeah, with my teeth, Steve," Eddie tells him.

Steve shrugs and sprawls back on Eddie's pillows, arms behind his head. "I don't care how you hold the pen," he says with a shit-eating grin. "But I have a feeling you'll remember the formulas a little better if you're picturing where you've written them on me."

Eddie's breath goes soft, his eyes blinking slowly, and Steve smiles fondly because he knows what Eddie looks like when he loses function for a few seconds. Then Eddie is diving for his math textbook, and a moment later Steve finds himself with a lap full of eager boyfriend.

He scribes his homework onto Steve's skin in ink first and lips second, whispering each one. Steve echoes them, and maybe he actually learns something as well because he knows where Eddie will kiss next by the numbers and letters he recites. He fills in Steve's chest and rolls him over to scrawl all over the lean muscles of his back, down past his ass, onto his thighs.

"Cannot believe you're really going to give me a hard-on for math," he whispers into the soft hollow of Steve's knee, a second before he bites Steve for laughing.

He aces the test on Monday.

#asks #stranger things #steddie #my writing #stranger things fic #askbox prompts

[pianokantzart]

🍽️ and 🎶 with morty x luigi

🍽️ Dinner date 🎶 Dancing

Luigi never before envisioned himself as the one to make the first move in any romantic scenario, but after starring in so many films, scripts, and photoshoots, he felt as though he and Morty had already been dating for some time now. Then again, there was a large difference between being someone's boyfriend and being someone's muse. Being a muse meant being put on a pedestal for the sake of the arts, playing on the outskirts of reality to feed into whatever new creation was being forged. Dating? That meant a return to earth, being mundane and flawed. Being a human. Luigi felt somewhat awkward as a muse... like he was lying, somehow, despite the slew of creations he inspired... but he also couldn't deny the warm feeling he got when seen as something so rare and beautiful in the eyes of someone so passionate.

Morty agreed to a date. The agreement was casual, lacking that shining thrill of true inspiration, but his excitement grew when Luigi suggested something properly cinematic: dinner and dancing.

Luigi still wasn't sure how it was ghosts ate or danced without corporeal bodies, but a long list of experiences had proven that such things didn't matter. So long as the right sort of energy was abundant in the air, ghosts ate, drank and danced the same way they had in life, and enjoyed it with almost more gusto than those weighed down by flesh. Morty was no different. Luigi asked the ghost to pick an outfit for him. Morty obliged without a second thought, and Luigi was overjoyed to find himself handed a forest-green evening gown that looked straight out of the wardrobe of Rita Hayworth. Morty always appreciated a chance to alter aesthetics to his liking. He was a director after all, and Luigi liked receiving direction– so long, of course, as it came from someone he trusted. They understood each other's tastes... had a shared interest in making each other happy... and making each other happy was so ridiculously easy. Over dinner they talked about everything they loved, barely understanding one another when they broached niche topics, but looking on in adoration as the other unraveled the different corners of the world they never even knew to be so beautiful– cinematography, photography, architecture, gardening, interior design, cooking... Then came the dancing. Four ghosts struck up a string quartet, and as Luigi moved to the ballroom where phantoms spun about in each other's arms, he was surprised to find Morty trying to stay at the dinner table. "I love the aesthetics of it, but I must admit I never learned!" he explained with a tiniest hint of regret in his voice. "Here... you dance, and I'll watch you!" Morty shut one eye and framed up a shot with his hands, like he was already envisioning a film based on the scene. Luigi would have none of it. With a smile and a shake of his head he took the director by the hand and gently guided him to the dance floor. Though Luigi didn't consider himself any sort of expert, knew enough to help a novice along in a simple waltz.

"It doesn't have to be perfect. Doesn't even have to look good at all!" He placed one of the ghost's chilly blue hands on his shoulder while taking the other hand in his own. "Just... move with me. We'll figure it out."

Morty looked uncomfortable only for a second, but his expression quickly blossomed into a playful smile. "Oh-ho! Looks someone's taking charge!" "Well, I do like to be number one, sometimes," Luigi retorted with equal playfulness, punctuating the comment by dipping Morty so low to the ground, they both couldn't help but laugh. "Forget the angle and the lighting for a moment, okey dokey?" Luigi continued, speaking much softer now as– in a moment of boldness– he tugged Morty back up into a close embrace, swaying with him to the music as a calvary of colorful ghosts whirled above and around them. "Just dance."

#askbox prompts #Morty x Luigi #moruigi #they're cute and they love the arts and are wholesome alright that's all I have to say #ain't no way E-gadd is keeping that friendly little director locked in a tube

[actiasteeth]

ASKBOX MEME 048 / ARCANE S01E04-06

All prompts taken from season one of Arcane (2021). Adjust as needed.

04. HAPPY PROGRESS DAY

"Hmm. We really have descended to anarchy."

"Who were you working for?"

"I can't. He'll kill me."

"I can protect you."

"I realize you're used to getting your way, _____, but we have a chain of command for a reason."

"She's a problem and we all know it."

"I expect better from you than excuses."

"You failed. Don't disappoint me again."

"I need to know that I can rely on you."

"These people have nothing new to offer me. The only one actually worth my time is him."

"Could I borrow you for a minute?"

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Now he thinks I'm weak."

"No, no. Not in front of all of them."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"You almost died, _____. I just— I just want you to be safe."

"Who the hell are you?"

05. EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE MY ENEMY

"That's a serious accusation."

"You haven't answered my question."

"Where did you get this?"

"In what mad world would I trust someone like you?"

"I don't need favors. I need you to do your job."

"What if I'm not interested in playing along?"

"You almost got me killed."

"Are you sure this is safe?"

"I knew this was a terrible idea. You don't actually know anything, do you?"

"You've just made yourself everyone's common enemy, _____."

"You don't know anything."

"These are simply favors amongst friends."

"How can I say no to such an auspicious offer?"

"You know what your problem is? You expect everyone to give you what you want."

"If I'm discovered, we're both finished."

"This has gone too far."

"Imagining yourself a hero? One final act to make you the martyr you've always seen yourself as— Then what are you waiting for?"

"You're the only one I can trust with this, _____."

"Fear haunts us all, child."

"_____ wasn't the man you thought he was."

"Betrayal—that pain that feels like it'll eat you from the inside out—can either break you or forge you into something greater."

"You filthy traitor."

"I see you never learned patience."

"Do you ever say 'thank you'?"

"Stop calling me that. My name is _____.'

"You're making a mess."

06. WHEN THESE WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN

"Don't be afraid."

"Loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind."

"We can be loners together."

"Do you contemplate death, _____?"

"It's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn fastest."

"There's quite a lot about me you don't know."

"Listen, I'm sorry for disappearing last night."

"Now he needs me and there's nothing I can do. I hate feeling so useless."

"Why did you come to me with this?"

"Nothing feels impossible when I'm with you."

"We can't change what fate has in store for us, but we don't have to face it alone."

"Everyone makes mistakes, right? What's important is that we don't repeat them."

"I can feel my body eroding."

"What is this place?"

"I know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I shouldn't have left you."

"It's all right. I can tell—despite it all, you have a good heart."

"_____, something's different. You've changed. What did you do?"

"I just... wanted to feel what it was like. To be somebody. To make other people afraid."

"Time and again, you've warned us what not to do. But let me ask you this: what's your plan to fix this?"

"How many problems can one girl cause?"

"Are you real?"

"Things changed when you left. I changed."

"You did what you had to do to survive."

"This is a trick! You're playing me!"

"Stop talking to me like I'm a child!"

"I'm not going to abandon you again."

#rp meme #askbox meme #ask meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #rp prompts #askbox prompts #rp starters #m #.am #long post #.actiasteeth

[timelessrph]

Send 🧸 to talk to my muse as a child.

Send 📱 to talk to my muse as a teenager.

Send 💼 to talk to my muse as an adult.

Ask or tell them anything you like.

#rp meme #ask meme #askbox meme #inbox prompts #rp prompts #inbox meme #rp memes #askbox memes #askbox prompts

[thathcwriter]

50 (Somewhat) Unique AUs (Prompt List)

Shipwrecked/Castaway AU

Space AU

Theatre AU

Death Swap AU

Meet Ugly AU

Slasher Movie AU

Powers/Ability Swap AU

Prophecy AU

Costly Escape AU

Mythology AU

Fairytale AU

Boxer AU

Private Investigator AU

Good Samaritan/Random Rescuer AU

Haunted House AU

Tattoo Shop AU

Shared Dreams AU

Firefighter AU

Military Draft AU

Internet Sleuths AU

Faked Death AU

House Flippers AU

Olympic AU

Reality TV AU

Time Travel AU

Craft Show AU

Comic/Hobby Convention AU

Three Wishes AU

Double Agent AU

Cooking Competition AU

Explorers AU

Countdown/“Seven Days to Live” AU

ER AU

Orchestra AU

Cat Cafe AU

Horse Racing AU

Pirate AU

Right Place, Right Time AU

“Soulhate”/Soul Enemy AU

Lifeguard AU

Undercover Cop AU

Cryptid/Urban Legend AU

Omens/Strange Signs AU

Film Crew AU

Alternate Dimension AU

Hunger Games AU

Detective Noir AU

Writer’s Room AU

Podcaster AU

“Too Late” AU

#prompt meme #au prompt #writing prompts #fanfic ideas #askbox prompts #headcanon prompts

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Does Alfred know about all the deals Arthur made/all the work Brighid, Rhys, and Alasdair put into spells to protect him and such? And if so, does he believe that it was needed, or does he think it was just them being superstitious? I guess the overall question is - he can't see the fae stuff, so does he know/believe he's ever been at risk from it? Or does he have no idea why he gets those superstitious urges beyond "it's how I grew up"?

He has this... very vague inkling. Not very much in the context of the supernatural or even the incredibly disturbing incidences of horror the tungsten baby attracted just by existing but in this very abstract way. Things were done for him because he was loved. He doesn't really think about if it was real or not, he doesn't want to think about if his eternal soul is tainted by magic and... existence as a nation. But he knows because Brighid has mentioned it in passing. When he's upset, especially in his somewhat rare moments of self awareness when she lived with him at various points, she's mentioned spells older than the language they are speaking woven into his very cradle. Hand on his cheek, still hoping for his future, looking him in the eye she speaks what is something like a spell in its own right. "You aren't just like your father. I've loved you since the moment I met you, it was as much my magic as your uncles that protected you. Don't forget that as you take my people and make them yours."

He attributes his childhood beliefs to his people. Early Americans were extremely superstitious and much of that superstition is what marked them as witches to the Calvinists who rejected most spirituality in their worship. Alfred is scared shitless of most magic, I think. He won't even use a ouija board and probably decried spiritualism and the mediums as unscientific heathenry. When his brother dances with the peasants on the eve of the solstice, jumping over fires hand in hand with Katya, Alfred does whatever the protestant version of crossing himself is. He would very much not like to believe in fae or witches or wizards, but he's an immortal dirt fuck who's caught glimpses of his father and uncles carving blood runes into the floor before the door was shut. It's something there, a part of him if he ever wanted to look for it. But his perception of himself is counter too all of that so he doesn't dig much.

#fairybait || baby alfred being chunky and cursed #alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies #historical inaccuracy? in my historical fantasy? more likely than you think #askbox prompts

[puckrph]

"THE SUNSET TREE" STARTERS

taken from the album by the mountain goats. feel free to change pronouns, etc. tw for mentions/implications of familial abuse, drug use, and suicide

"i walked down to the corner store just before nightfall in my bare feet, the black tarry asphalt soft and hot." "i spread out my supplies on the counter by the sink, looked myself right in the eyes: st. joseph's baby aspirin, bartles and jaymes, and you. or your memory." "i ducked behind the drapes when i saw the moon begin to rise." "down there in the dark, i could see the real truth about me as clear as day." "if i make it through tonight, then i will mend my ways and walk the straight path to the end of my days." "my friends don't have a clue." "down in your arms, i am a wild creature." "i write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook." "i write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook—but in the long tresses of your hair, i am a babbling brook." "i broke free on a saturday morning, put the pedal to the floor." "my broken house is behind me and good things are ahead." "i am going to make it through this year if it kills me." "i pictured the look on my stepfather's face, ready for the bad things to come." "the scene ends badly, as you might imagine, in a cavalcade of anger and fear." "there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year." "the delicate balance has shifted." "let's pretend the fog has lifted." "now you say you love me, pretty soon you won't." "if we get our full three-score and ten, we won't pass this way again." "kiss me with your mouth open." "stay sweet." "if we live to see the other side of this, i will remember your kiss." "indications that there's something wrong with our new house trip down the wire twice daily." "you're the last best thing i've got going." "what am i supposed to do? no way of knowing." "so i'll follow you down your twisted alleyways and find a few cul-de-sacs of my own, because there's only one place this road ever ends up, and i don't want to die alone." "let me down gently." "you were looking at the void and seldom blinking. the best that i could do was to train my eyes on you." "we scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface, scraped our fingers bloody on the stones." "we kept our friends at bay all summer long and treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could." "we were wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets to keep wintertime at bay, but december showed up anyway." "i went downtown, sold off most of what i owned." "there's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet, no matter where you live." "there'll always be a few things, maybe several things, that you're going to find really difficult to forgive." "there's gonna come a day when you feel better. just when that day is coming, who can say?" "they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers in all the wrong directions, and by daybreak we'll be gone." "by daybreak, we'll be gone." "i'm going to get myself in fighting trim, scope out every angle of unfair advantage." "i'm gonna bribe the officials. i'm gonna kill all the judges. it's gonna take them years to recover from all of the damage." "when your chances fall in your lap like that, you gotta recognize them for what they really are." "nobody in this house wants to own up to the truth." "i am going to regret the day that i was born." "i'm dreaming of you." "there's no good way to end this, anyone can see." "i am young and i am good." "if i wake him up, there will be hell to pay." "alone in my room, i am the last of a lost civilization." "but i do wake him up, and when i do he blazes down the hall and he screams." "held under these smothering waves by his strong and thick-veined hand, but one of these days i'm going to wiggle up on dry land." "try hard to do your best, the magpie will have his way." "remember what we had here when there was something left to save." "it took all the coke in town to bring down dennis brown. on the day my lung collapses, we'll see just how much it takes." "some things you do for money, and some you do for love."

#sentence starters #mountain goats sentence starters #rp starters #rp memes #askbox memes #askbox prompts #fixed a typo SDJGFSDKJ

[astrronomemes]

Send 👻 for our muses to have a creepy / paranormal experience together!

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #askbox starters #askbox prompts #askbox memes #inbox prompts #inbox memes #rp memes #roleplay memes #emoji memes #emoji starters #emoji prompts

[kedreeva]

Prompt: Steddie, laughter in the dark

(my inbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous prompts)

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"Hey, Steve, c'mon," Eddie murmurs, budging at him with an elbow.

Steve mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like a small child asking for more minutes, and for a second Eddie nearly gives it to him. He sleeps so poorly usually, and he's warm against Eddie's side on the couch, head nestled against Eddie's shoulder. He doesn't let his guard down like this very often, and Eddie treasures every time he gets to see it. Evidence that he's beginning to relax, finally. Evidence that he trusts Eddie won't disappear if he closes his eyes for a minute.

But Steve had wanted this, so Eddie nudges him again. "C'mon, it's quarter past. You're gonna miss it."

Steve's dark eyes open and then scrunch shut as he takes a breath. "Already?"

"You've been asleep an hour," Eddie tells him, lamenting the loss of him as Steve straightens up and stretches and yawns.

Steve falls still with his head hung, leaning forward on his elbows, and Eddie traces the curve of his back with his eyes, wishing his hands could follow. There's a strange tension to him, like he really doesn't want to get up, or like he's expecting something bad to happen. Like the Upside Down might crack open again and swallow them up.

"We don't have to...?" Eddie ventures.

Steve laughs, but it's strained, the sort of hysterical like Eddie's told a joke, except he hasn't, and then Steve is on his feet and offering his hand to help Eddie up next. "C'mon, dude, we'll miss it. I want to see it. With you."

Eddie laughs under his breath and takes Steve's hand up. He puts his rumpled clothing to rights as they cross the trailer. He opens the door and spins in order to stand outside of it, ready to let Steve pass and close it behind him, mostly so that he can see Steve smile in thanks. Eddie's heart gives a little flutter, the way it always does when Steve smiles at him like that.

Together they scramble up on top of the van, and just as they reach the top, the street lights in the trailer park shut down. There are people all over standing on their porches, eyes raised to the sky, to the full moon shining brightly. Eddie risks a glance over at Steve, can't help his excited grin, and is relieved to see a matching smile on Steve's face.

"I haven't come out to see an eclipse in a long time," Steve admits, turning his face back up to the sky.

"I'm glad you came to see this one," Eddie tells him, watching the edge of the moon begin to darken.

Steve doesn't reply, he just leans over and presses his warm arm to Eddie's, chasing away the chilly October air. Eddie lets himself lean back - it's cold, he can get away with it - and stares up into the sky with him, watching the light of the moon slowly bleed away. It's perfect. Beautiful.

"Hey, Eddie?" Steve says softly, as the last sliver of moon is fading, plunging the night into darkness.

Eddie turns to find Steve looking at him instead of the moon, too close, not moving back, and his heart starts kicking extra hard against his ribs. "Yeah?"

Something unreadable flickers over Steve's features, and then his hand is sliding smoothly along Eddie's jaw, and Eddie lets himself be pulled in. He definitely does not give a breathy little whine when Steve kisses him, except for how he does. There are people all around them, anyone could look, but Eddie knows they won't. They're too busy staring at the full moon eclipse.

It ends too soon, only a few seconds, only a dry brush of lips, the warming rub of cold noses, Steve's breath mingling with his when they part, steamy tendrils visible in the chill night air.

Eddie's eyes open - he doesn't remember closing them - and he stares at Steve as the moon begins to unmask, silver sliver shining on the other side again. He has to swallow twice before he can find any words, takes a quick glance around to see if anyone had caught them, but everyone's faces are turned up to the moon, fingers pointing. He looks back, meets Steve's eyes, and can barely stand the fragile hope there.

"Eddie?" Steve asks, low and concerned. "Was that- are you mad?"

"Mad?" Eddie laughs, entire body a live wire desperate to ground himself with another kiss while knowing full well they can't, now that the moment has passed. "You insisted on watching this eclipse with me, you have been a nuisance about it for days since you found out. I really thought you were excited about the moon."

The more he talks, the bigger Steve's knowing little grin has gotten, and it's no wonder because Eddie cannot keep the smile off his own face. Steve had kissed him. Steve had planned to kiss him. Steve had picked possibly the most romantic way to kiss him, ever. Eddie doesn't know what to with that. It doesn't feel real.

"Well," Steve says slowly, and Eddie can already tell he's about to have regrets about whatever Steve is about to say in that tone, "I was excited, just... not about the moon. I guess you could say I'm over the moon, for you."

Eddie stares at him with as blank a mask as he can, knowing full well now that Steve had included Dustin in whatever this plan was, because there's no way Steve had come up with that on his own. He is better than puns. Eddie turns away when he cannot keep a straight face any longer, and starts getting down from the van, coughing to cover up his laugh.

Behind him, Steve laughs and starts following him. "Wait, Eddie, c'mon! Dustin said it would work!"

Eddie stops, perched on the very edge of the van's hood, and waits for Steve to catch up to him before speaks. He lowers his voice to a growl, staring at the front door of the trailer. "I am going to take you into my home, and make out with you to within an inch of your life, Steve Harrington, but only if you promise to stop taking dating advice from an eleven year old."

"He's fifteen," Steve says, and then shakes his head. "And he was right." Eddie looks over, almost sidelong, and Steve adds: "And I will never take dating advice from him again."

Eddie breaks a little, letting the warm feeling in his chest stretch and spread within him, and he finally relaxes. This isn't a joke. Isn't a prank. He'd just promised to kiss Steve again, and Steve wants him to keep that promise.

"You really..." Eddie swallows and clears his throat. "You really planned all this? Waited?"

"I tried to," Steve says, keeping his hands in his own lap. "I really... really like you, Eddie. And then you... when you told everyone, and suddenly I had a shot... I just... wanted to tell you in a way that'd be special."

Eddie blows out a breath, and leans closer, tipping his head. "It's you," he says, helpless. "It would have been special no matter when or where you did it. But I gotta admit... kissing me under a full moon eclipse?"

"Please don't say metal," Steve says, but he's grinning now.

"Pretty fucking romantic," Eddie says over him. They both laugh, and Eddie lays his hand down between them, palm up and fingers loose. Steve slips his hand in and, to his credit, doesn't look around to see who's watching. "Now, I believe I have a promise to keep."

He hops down, pulling Steve with him, all the way to the trailer, just as the moon begins to shine its brightest once more.

#steddie #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #FUN FACT #there actually WAS a full moon eclipse #at 7:18pm on Oct 17th 1986 #if you're wondering whether I cared #I DID #my writing #askbox prompts #asks #anon asks #though I'm p sure gina sent this one

[epicaskmemes]

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. 

Taken from their 1999 studio album, “Affirmation.” 

tw: domestic abuse mention.

𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

the sun should never set upon an argument

we place our happiness in other people's hands

junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you

 your parents did the best job they knew how to do

 beauty magazines promote low self esteem

I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone

I believe in karma, what you give is what you get returned

I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned

I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side

you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

you can't control or choose your sexuality

trust is more important than monogamy

your most attractive features are your heart and soul

family is worth more than money or gold

the struggle for financial freedom isn't fair, the only ones who disagree are millionaires

I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness

I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed

I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists

I believe in love surviving death into eternity

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐞

If we can't find our way out of these problems

Then maybe we don't need this

Standing face to face, enemies at war we build defenses and secret hiding places 

I might need you to hold me tonight

I might need you to say it's alright

I might need you to make the first stand

'Cos tonight I'm finding it hard to be your manHold me tonight

Say it's alright

More than angry words I hate this silence

It's getting so loud

Well I wanna scream

Bitterness has silenced these emotions

It's getting hard to breathe 

So tell me isn't happiness worth more than a gold diamond ring?

I'm willing to do anything to calm the storm in my heart

I've never been the praying kind

But lately I've been down upon my knees

Not looking for a miracle, just a reason to believe

Do you remember not long ago? When we used to live for the night time. 

Cherish each moment

Now we don't live we exist, we just run through our lives

So alone, that's why you've got to hold me

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Maybe it's intuition, but some things you just don't question

in your eyes, I see my future in an instant

And there it goes

I think I found my best friend

I know that it might sound more than a little crazy, but I believe I knew I loved you before I met you.

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life

There's just no rhyme or reason

Only the sense of completion

And in your eyes, I see the missing pieces I'm searching for

I think I've found my way home

A thousand angels dance around you

I am complete now that I've found you

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

Never want to fly, never want to leave, never want to say what you mean to me

Never want to run, frightened to believe, you're the best thing about me

Sometimes I feel like this is only chemistry

Stuck in a maze searching for a way to, shut down turn around, feel the ground beneath me. You're so close, where do you end?

Where do I begin? Always pushing and pulling

Sometimes vanity takes vacation time on me

I'm in a daze stumbling bewildered

North of gravity head up in the stratosphere, you and I roller coaster riding love

You're the center of adrenalin and I'm beginning to understand

Walk on broken glass make my way through fire, these are things I would do for love

Farewell peace of mind, kiss goodbye to reason. Up is down the impossible occurs each day

This intoxication thrills me, I only pray it doesn't kill me

𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧

When you feel all alone and the world has turned its back on you, give me a moment please,  to tame your wild, wild heart

I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you

It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold

When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore, let me be the one you call

If you jump I'll break your fall

Lift you up and fly away with you into the night

If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart

If you need to crash then crash and burn, you're not alone

When you feel all alone and a loyal friend is hard to find

You're caught in a one-way street with the monsters in your head

When hopes and dreams are far away, and you feel like you can't face the day

'Cause there has always been heartache and pain

And when it's over you'll breathe again, you'll breathe again

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

We were standing all alone

You were leaning in to speak to me

Acting like a mover shaker, dancing to Madonna then you kissed me

And I think about it all the time

Sweet temptation rush all over me and I think about it all the time

Passion desire so intense I can't take anymore 

because I feel the magic all around you

It's bringing me to my knees like a wannabe

I've got to be chained to you 

and when you look into my eyes, felt a sudden sense of urgency

Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery

Is this fate is it my destiny

I no longer pretend to have my hand on the wheel 

Tell me it's madness I barely know you

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠

When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head

A television freak show cops and robbers everywhere

Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far

I've got to break away

So take my hand now 'cause I want to live like animals

Careless and free like animals

I want to live, I want to run through the jungle

The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

I've been having difficulties keeping to myself, feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf

Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie

Which one is more human? There's a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle, compassion in your hands

Would you like to make a run for it?

Would you like to take my hand?

Sometimes this life can get you down

It's so confusing, there's so many rules to follow

And I feel it 'cause I just run away in my mind

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

It's been seven months and counting, you've moved on

I still feel exactly the same

It's just that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name

 the city calls your name and I can't move on

Ever since you've been gone, the lights go out the same

The only difference is you call another name

Am I all alone in the universe?

There's no love on these streets

I have given mine away to a world that didn't want it anyway

So this is my new freedom, it's funny I don't remember being chained

But nothing seems to make sense anymore

Without you I'm always twenty minutes late

Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

But I'm standing at your doorway, I'm calling out your name because I can't move on

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

And she takes another step, slowly she opens the door. Check that he is sleeping.

Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor, been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away. 

Pack up the kids in the car

Another bruise to try and hide, Another alibi to write

Another ditch in the road, you keep moving

Another stop sign, you keep moving on

And the years go by so fast, wonder how I ever made it through

And there are children to think of

Babies asleep in the backseat

Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare

But the mind is an amazing thing

Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel

Two beds and a coffee machine, but there are groceries to buy

And she knows she'll have to go home

Silent fortress built to last

Wonder how I ever made it

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞

Cool breeze and autum leaves

Slow motion daylight, a lone pair of watchful eyes

Oversee the living, feel the presence all around

A tortured soul, a wound unhealing

No regrets or promises, the past is gone

But you can still be free., if time will set you free.

Time now to spread your wings to take to flight

The life endeavor, aim for the burning sun

You're trapped inside but you can still be free...

But it's a long long way to go

Keep moving way up high

You see the light, It shines forever

Sail through the crimson skies

The purest light, the light that sets you free...

𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Love and other moments are just chemical reactions in your brain

And feelings of aggression are the absence of the love drug in your viens

Love come quickly because I feel my self esteem is caving in

It's on the brink because I don't think I can keep this monster in

It's in my skin, love and other socially acceptable emotions are morphine

They're morphine

Cleverly concealing primal urges often felt but rarely seen

Love I beg you lift me up into that privileged point of view, the world of two

Love don't leave me

𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

I would like to visit you for a while, get away and out of this city

Maybe I shouldn't have called but someone had to be the first to break

We can go sit on your back porch, relax

Talk about anything, it don't matter

I'll be courageous if you can pretend

That you've forgiven me

'Cause I don't know you anymore

I don't recognize this place

The picture frames have changed and so has your name

We don't talk much anymore, we keep running from the pain

But what I wouldn't give to see your face again

Springtime in the city, always such relief from the winter freeze

The snow was more lonely than cold if you know what I mean

Everyone's got an agenda

Don't stop, keep that chin up, you'll be alright

Can you believe what a year it's been

Are you still the same?

Has your opinion changed?

I know I let you down, again and again

I know I never really treated you right

I've paid the price, I'm still paying for it every day

So maybe I shouldn't have called

Was it too soon to tell?

What the hell?

It doesn't really matter

How do you redefine something that never really had a name?

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[actiasteeth]

ASKBOX MEME 047 / ARCANE S01E01-03

All prompts taken from season one of Arcane (2021). Adjust as needed.

01. WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND

"We're not gonna get caught. We'll be in and out before anyone notices."

"_____, look at me. What did I tell you?"

"I'm going. Are you with me or not?"

"You know, _____, for once you're right—we are definitely not supposed to be here."

"Thought last time was the last time we were gonna do this."

"What was that? What the hell happened back there?"

"You know, in my experience, trouble finds you."

"Every time. Every time _____ comes, something goes wrong."

"Did you ever stop to think about what could have happened to you?"

"When did you get so comfortable living in someone else's shadow?"

"When people look up to you, you don't get to be selfish."

"You're gonna have to lay low for a bit, understand?"

"You were twice the person at half her age."

"You see this look on my face? This will always mean that it's time to shut up."

"I ruined everything. I always do."

02. SOME MYSTERIES ARE BETTER LEFT UNSOLVED

"How am I dangerous?"

"You sure that's what you want?"

"We look out for each other; it's the way it's always been."

"Do I look afraid?"

"All I see is a boy meddling with things he doesn't understand."

"You don't understand what's at stake."

"You carry your chin so high you fail to see the opportunity below."

"Don't look so concerned. I'm about to make your day."

"There's a monster inside all of us."

"You see, power—real power—doesn't come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. No, it comes to those who will do anything to achieve it."

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to explain..."

"I ran into an old friend of yours. He had some stories."

"You're just a small man in a little hole the world forgot to bury."

"You heard him; they won't stop. We need to fight back. And if you won't, I will."

"Nobody wins in war, _____."

"Am I interrupting?"

"Is that why you came? To insult me?"

"When you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"You're a fool. There is no stopping what happens now."

03. THE BASE VIOLENCE NECESSARY FOR CHANGE

"We don't have much time."

"How did you find me?"

"You've got a good heart. Don't ever lose it. No matter how the world tries to break you."

"Without you here, it all falls apart."

"You never did know when to walk away."

"What the hell have you done? This wasn't the deal!"

"Why? Why risk this?"

"You'll get people killed. For what, pride?"

"Do you even remember?"

"I trusted you. And you betrayed me."

"I hated you, but you kept my respect."

"You'd die for the cause, but you won't fight for one?"

"I'm just... not that man anymore."

"I'll show you what you really are."

"Hmm. Willing to risk exile for your endeavor. That's quite the conviction."

"I know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us?"

"I need you to sit this one out, _____."

"You're not ready."

"You're all I have left. I can't lose you."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"

"Take a breath. You can do this."

"You've actually done it... But just because it can be done, doesn't mean—"

"I knew you still had it in you."

"You did this?"

"I told you to stay away!"

"Why did you leave me?"

"He'll kill you if he hears you."

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[timelessrph]

break my muse

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[chaoticspacefam]

Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. for an oc/pairing that you think would best suit the prompt - KH💙 (p.s. sorry for accidentally unfollowing you when trying to click on the 'ask' button 🤪)

(no worries and likewise I am SO SO SORRY that this took me two years to finish up I am horrified by that 😭🥺 I had a l o t of fun with this one even if it took me 5ever to transfer it from script to actual Prose so I hope it’s worth the wait and y’all enjoy!! <3) A/N:

This one is set just after > Kiss With A Fist <  so if you’re new and/or you don’t remember the kiss they’re arguing about, it’s in that oneshot! :D

Strikhedonia - noun. The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”. This one came from the “obscure word/definition” ask game a while back. Sadly far back enough that I do not have the link but ANYWAY its finally here yaaas!! The alternative title for this one is “How much Unresolved Sexual Tension can I fit into one Oneshot?” and the answer, I am happy to report, is “Yes”. XD

Wai Tarar = the official title/rank term for the Ahaszaai royals’ personal bodyguards, each Ahaszaai has a minimum of one, but more commonly between 2-3 ESPECIALLY for the current ruling Emperor(ess) and/or their heir(ess) ;)  It’s literally just High Sith for “Royal Protector” but it sounds so much more fancy in High Sith xP

Falling in love with your bodyguard is a little less scandalous when your father happens to think he Has Very Nice Genes, Actually, and This Could Work In Our Favour so "You know what, go ahead" XD in case anyone is wondering WHY Vastas doesn't care. Kissai's got Massassi blood in his line, and Grampy Ahaszaai thinks it'd be neat to get a little of that in the future grandkids 😉

No specific warnings for this one. Just two idiots very obviously in love, and - oh my god she’s done denying it? D’leah’s not playing hard to get anymore?? /lh XD You can also read on > AO3 < if you’d prefer the formatting there! :D

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D'leah had been rather surprised to catch the eye of her Wai Tarar across the sea of other Sith Lords and Darths, decked out to their nines in glitz and glamour in the manner she would have well expected of the High Sith families that associated with her father. Of course, it was not a problem that he had come, as her principle protector it was almost certainly…encouraged that Kissai attend in order to stand guard for the Ahaszaai line during the festivities, he would not be the only Wai Tarar in the crowd. But the Sith heiress simply couldn't shake the realization that Kissai was not in his red armour, this time, but rather a suit of the more formal kind. It couldn't be….that he was here for her, surely? 

On an impulse, she caught his eye as she wove her way through the crowd and headed for the nearby balcony, the cool night breeze stirring her cheeks as she stepped out of the stuffy palace ballroom. Leaning against the balustrade, she exhaled softly and waited, listening to the lilting notes of the classical music that drifted towards her through the open balcony door. Before long, the sound of carefully measured footfalls reached the heiress' ears, and she calmly turned to face him. She had nothing to fear from this man, she knew that much.

"Dance with me, my Lord?" He inquired, eyes bright with hope as he held a hand out towards her. The heiress' gaze lingered on his outstretched palm for a fraction too long, before finally darting up to meet his, the tips of her jaw spurs trembling. He cleaned up remarkably well, for a commoner…

Somehow, the fact that he had waited until she had beckoned him outside, away from the prying eyes of every kriffing Sith aristocrat in the Empire, to ask for her hand at all only made it *worse* for her. Damn it, his sister's right. You've got it BAD, D'leah.

Besides, nobody would see them out here, so what harm would one dance do? If he cared half as much as she liked to pretend that he did, D'leah knew her father would never have let her leave the palace with her guard in tow - Emperor Ahaszaai had eyes everywhere, and someone watching out for her at all times.

So, the heiress slid her hand delicately into his, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards into a faint half smirk as she purred teasingly. "You have nice manners, for an Outskirter~"

The taller Pureblood scoffed softly as she stepped into his grasp, his fangs flashing in a grin. "Last I checked, my Lord, your father was quite enamoured with my manners."

D'leah raised a browstalk in surprise. "Enamoured", huh? He'd taken to using a lot of big words around her of late…he really was trying to impress her, she was sure of it.

"I can't imagine why he would think that." She smirked back at him, bringing her other hand to rest on his shoulder, though she did have to pivot onto her toes ever so slightly. He was so tall...

They fell into a steady and well-balanced set of steps in time with the tempo of the music from the ballroom, and Kissai guided her into a twirl, humming softly under his breath. "Hmm. You know what I think?" 

D'leah made a curious, prompting noise in the back of her throat, her breath almost catching when he effortlessly caught her out of the spin and dipped her down in time with the swell of the music. His hand was warm against the small of her back, even through the fabric of her evening gown, "you like it." the taller Pureblood breathed, a hint of a query to his tone still.

Kissai was right, she knew he was. But the Sith heiress wasn't quite ready to admit it just yet. She wanted him to work for it. She chuckled as nonchalantly as she could manage, allowing him to pull her upright and sweep her into the next set of steps. "Well, I think you’re a fool who is wholly overconfident in himself~" 

The taller Pureblood's fangs flashed in a grin, and without thinking about it, he retorted cheekily. "That makes two of us, then, doesn't it, my Lord?" 

The realisation dawned on his face as D'leah's arm snapped taut with the next step she took, the heiress' eyes fixing on him as she hissed sharply. 

"And you have grown over comfortable being so casual with me, Izreni." It should have been a warning, and on her first reflex D'leah had meant for it to be one, but when the words actually came out of her mouth they sounded far more like a returning quip than she had intended. The Wai Tarar scoffed, indignant, and raised a browstalk at her as he protested: "You kissed me. If you wished for me to leave you alone, my Lord, you've done a very poor job in telling me so."

“I did.” she nodded, squashing the urge to smirk as he blinked at her in utter surprise that she had admitted to it, like a gizka caught in the headlights. D’leah drew in another deep breath to keep her composure, shutting her eyes for a moment as she reminded him, her voice far more amused than scathing. “And if I saw fit I could kill you where you stand for speaking to me that way.” “I know.” the Wai Tarar answered in much the same tone. She wasn’t quite sure how, but somehow their back-and-forth had deviated from their standard back-and-forth banter to become simply exchanges of facts they were both well aware of already. The heiress was losing, and she knew it. She shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet as they twirled again, and as she returned to his hold, he smirked and asked. “Then why are you out here with me, and not in there with the other High-born brats, my Lord?” 

The Ahaszaai heiress opened her eyes to meet his gaze once more, willing her heart to stop skipping violently against her ribcage when she did. “They bore me.” she admitted at length, stepping closer to Kissai as the tempo of the music that floated out from the ballroom behind them began to slow. “You, on the other hand…” She felt his grip on her tighten, not by much, but enough that D’leah took note of it, and hummed wordlessly in response. It took a moment for the taller Sith’s brain to catch up with the rest of his senses, but when it did she watched the spurs against his jaw flex in anticipation. His voice grew husky as he muttered. “Darindz artsisasi ki, ctarzari…”

D’leah let out a sultry chuckle in retort. “Nu sarjia j’us kaisijas oi…”

His gaze flicked from hers, to the door behind them, reflexive panic written on his features clear as day. “What would your father say?” he floundered, as if forgetting he had just moments ago used an entirely contradictory argument when their dance had started. The Ahaszaai High Lady could no longer contain her own laughter, throwing her head back to cackle aloud and feeling the tips of his claws curl against her spine as she did so. “Do you believe he’d let his heiress wander off with any old vagabond who asked her for her arm? He knows exactly where I am.” D’leah raised a prompting browstalk at him. “If he didn’t like you, Izreni, he would not allow you anywhere near me.” much less anything else. And she knew that Kissai knew that just as well as she did. 

“I see…” the Wai Tarar’s jaw spurs trembled, but still he daren’t move, nor had his hands travelled any lower in spite of her offering him an invitation to do so on a silver platter. Kissai was waiting for her to come to him. His self control was admirable, and oh so attractive....

Deciding to indulge him for the second time, the heiress stretched up on her toes to brush her lips ever so gently against his as she cooed softly. “Or are you scared, Kissai~?” 

She felt, rather than heard, his breath hitch, and after a moment to compose himself he managed to get out the words, low enough that only D’leah would hear them. “Such thoughts are hardly proper in polite company, princess.”

“Ah, of course.” she grinned, a purr rumbling in her throat as she stepped out of his arms to take the taller Pureblood’s hand into hers instead. D’leah did not miss the low chuff of disappointment that he made as she moved away from him, but nonetheless released his grip on her obediently. Ever the gentleman, this one. As if to answer the unspoken question, the Ahaszaai heiress tugged on his hand, holding his gaze as she backed toward the balcony door to head back inside. “Come, let’s go inside. It’s getting cold out here.” To hell with it, doesn’t matter who sees us.

_______________________________________________________ High Sith translations: *canonically there is so little written about High Sith conlang that there aren't even proper contractions (like "I'm", "Don't" etc.) which is just...a huge oversight, to put it blankly. So I made my own contractions. At least it doesn’t sound like an unnecessarily and stupidly clunky language that way skhjslhdh

Darindz artsisasi ki, ctarzari…  - Don’t (from Dari “do” + nindz “not”) tease me, princess..

Nu sarjia j’us kaisijas oi…  - I thought you liked it...

That said, D’leah DOES on occasion not use contractions in Basic, particularly for things like “would not” (as in “would not allow you anywhere near me”) or “do not”. There’s no particular reason for this, she just decided it was a speech quirk of hers and keeps making me write it this way on occasion /lh 😜

#swtor #swtor fanfiction #elven's writing #subterfugeverse #swtor oc: d'leah ahaszaai #swtor oc: kissai ahaszaai #d'leah/kissai #d'leahssai #elven's sith pureblood headcanons #sith pureblood courtship headcanons #crawls out of the woodwork like a rabid rat with this oneshot clutched between my fingies #I FINISHED IT I DID IT GUYS FINALLY OMG #please enjoy i love these dorks so much #i feel like its relevant to mention i listened to Billy Joel's ''Uptown Girl'' on repeat while writing the last half of this :'D #askbox will be officially opened tomorrow afternoon when i get done with real life crap!! #i have a couple more asks to answer but imma draft and queue them tonight #so if you have any q's or are curious about my sith courtship ideas the askbox will soon be at ur disposal again :') #askbox prompts #kindredsembrace #SORRY AGAIN THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG AAAA #hope y'all enjoy it tho bc once i got time to work on it i had a blast writing this one :3