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augustdreams · 2 years
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Daydream prompts
An assortment. Feel free to add on in the reblogs!
- A para becomes terminally ill
- All forms of magic or any fantasy elements cease to work in your world
- Boom, genderbent universe
- Paras find themselves suddenly placed in the past, facing their younger selves
- An odd set of circumstances lead to an unlikely hookup
- If your paras were arrested, what would they be arrested for? Imagine that. How do your other paras react?
- Ok so what if your paracosm had a multiverse. A single action changes the entire course of history as you know it. How would your paras react to this alternative world?
- Vigilante AU go go go >:))
- Your paras are the unlucky victims of a hostage situation
- A para gets drunk/high for the first time
- A para loses a limb. How do they adapt? (Shoutout to previously existing amputee paras !! :D)
- A war begins, initiated by a neighboring land. Did your paras even know this country existed? Perhaps some of your paras have ancestral ties to the opposition...? 👀👀
- First dates!! :)
- Cause problems on purpose. Oh no ur species were murdered in a mass genocide that's soooo crazy ahaha who could've come up with that,,,
- A classic AU, such as Hanahaki, Highschool, Florist x Tattoo parlour, mafia, the choice is yours my friend
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moremaybank · 1 month
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jj eating you out for as long as he wants while you squirm around him. your hips rise off the bed, the feeling so overwhelmingly powerful, so good but so fucking much. you squirm, legs shaking vigorously. jj just peers up at you, slipping two fingers into you while this thumb replaces his tongue on your clit for a moment. "where you goin', baby? don't run from me." and he says it so sweetly, voice a little raspy. then he buries his face back in your pussy, lips latching onto your oversensitive bud as he groans in satisfaction at your taste. "not goin' nowhere, pretty girl. now cream on my face."
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calethescammer · 5 months
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One of my favourite brain rotting tcf ideas is Cale having some tremor disorder. Basically, he has hands that randomly tremble without any reason.
It may be genetic to him, or he developed it as Cale because of not eating his meals properly and inevitably developing some vitamin deficiency.
Now comes the best part.
Imagine Cale, perhaps in some really gruesome battle, with blood of enemies and allies mixed around him. Imagine his family seeing Cale's stoic face, wondering how a person so young can be so brave, and then they see his hands shaking under his raven coat, even as they're curled tightly into a fist.
Imagine Cale looking at Jour's portrait, admiring her beauty and her alike face with his own. But then his family sees him, his gaze fixated on his mother's image and his hands trembling slightly.
Imagine him, standing at the forefront of some battle with his shields raised, with his hands trembling uncontrollably, even though he is not straining himself. The people protected under him can only tear up at his selflessness.
Imagine Cale after attacking the enemies with a wave of firebolts, but his hands again started shaking badly, even if he has them covered under his sleeves. His family misunderstands that as Cale hiding his pain.
Imagine Cale, resting on a couch after some battle, and when Raon, On and Hong excitedly climb upon his lap, he only smiles slightly and pats them with his trembling hands. The kids then worriedly inform Ron of this and Cale recieves sweet lemon tea for a whole week.
Imagine Cale talking about territory matters with Alberu, and Alberu is once again amazed by his dongsaeng's witty and almost experienced approaches to problems like war. But then he sees Cale's hands shaking while holding the tea cup, and he realises how absolutely not normal it is to not be nervous in such a situation. (Alberu later pledges to himself to give Cale the slacker life he always wished for.)
Just imagine Cale in any situation with trembling hands and it literally creates the most hilarious misunderstandings with some really wonderful angst.
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ A LOVE EPIPHANY ~ realising a crush PROMPTS
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requested by: @boomhauer & various anons
Feel free to use and reblog!
needing someone else to point it out
wondering why they can't stop thinking about them
trying to find other explanations for their obsession
getting flustered around them
getting even more flustered when they realise the extent of their feelings
trying to 'undo' their crush
trying to rationalise it
being confused because they thought this couldn't happen to them
"But how?!"
imagining their future together
daydreaming about them
being intimated by the strength of their own feelings
always coming back to thinking about the perfection of their crush
needing to sit down as the realisation hits them
gasping when they realise it
"No, no, no, no, no! This can't be!"
finally having an explanation for the butterflies in their stomach
sudden bliss because love is the most beautiful thing
devastated because they know it won't be returned
being paralysed by the realisation
acting even more foolish around them than before
not wanting to confess their feelings because they're worrying it would ruin everything
trying to tone down their excitement when around them
being confused because they thought love would be something more tangible and concrete
unable to tackle life's tasks because they're lost in their feelings
everything they do brings them back to their crush
asking themselves why they haven't seen it coming
thinking it might have been inevitable
being relieved from all worries and stress when they see their crush smiling
dedicating themselves to their crush's wellbeing
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whumpzone · 8 months
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Whumpee was always kept naked by their captor. Caretaker knew they'd talk about it when they're ready. They'd only had Whumpee for a day or so, and so far they'd just let them sleep. Now, though, they really need to eat.
They knocked on the door to Whumpee's bedroom and immediately heard a gasp, and a thud. Then they heard frantic rustling. Caretaker slowly pushed the door open to see the duvet throw to one side where Whumpee had scrambled out of bed and fell to their knees. Whumpee themself was pulling off all of their new clothes with desperate, trembling fingers. Trying to look presentable before their strange new jailer.
"S-Sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be faster," they promised around uneven breaths. "I shouldn't have worn them, I'm sorry."
Caretaker stayed still, holding the tray of bread and soup in their hands, trying not to scare Whumpee any more while also having to watch them strip away their pyjamas in the freezing winter cold. Their body underneath was sickeningly frail and abused.
In just a few more seconds Whumpee was completely exposed and kneeling on the floor, shivering but docile. "Okay," they mumbled. "I'm ready now."
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lale-txt · 1 day
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absolutely obsessed with meet ugly scenarios lately. what if i keyed the car which i thought is my exes but instead you run out in your nightwear shouting at me. what if i sleep with your father the same night you break up with your partner in the room next door, only for us to meet in the hallway next morning and realize we're in the same class. what if our very excited mutual friends sets up on a blind date and it goes horrible from the first minute on. what if we're both overworked and try to sit down at the same free seat on the train, one sitting in the other's lap and refusing to move because fuck i'm tired too you ass and this is kinda cozy. what if our flight got cancelled and we reluctantly rent a car together because we really have to be somewhere, for what turns out to be the longest and most unpleasant roadtrip ever. what if you're a pro athlete and i get assigned as your assistant but don't even know what kind of sport you're playing. what if we're at a fandom meet up in our town and hit it off only to find out we have each other blocked on all socmeds for having shitty opinions since years.
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fuckingwhateverdude · 5 months
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@nosebleedclub / dec. #8
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femmefatalevibe · 8 months
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How do you get over someone you haven’t dated?
I’ve found the most productive way to get over someone you’ve never dated is to turn the experience into a self-discovery exercise. Take out a pen and paper or open up a fresh Word document on your computer to journal about the following:
What qualities initially drew you to this person? What about your interactions or observations in their presence made them alluring? 
How do this person’s character, mannerisms, and actions align with the traits you’re looking for in a partner/relationship? Did you uncover new attributes that you never knew you were looking for before when interacting with this person? Write these down and add them to your dating criteria. Refine and elevate your standards. 
Reflect on why you didn’t end up dating – was it a logistical inconvenience, incompatibility in your lifestyle, perspectives, interests, or personalities? Understanding why it didn’t work out can help you better identify your deal breakers and help you mind-map interactions or plan dates/conversation starters in the future. 
Indulge in the fantasy fully in a productive way. Use this practice to satisfy yourself emotionally and enable self-growth from the experience. 
Hope this helps xx 
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unboundprompts · 6 months
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Random Prompt #85
He furrowed his brows in confusion. Why were the pages blank?
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ohkento · 11 days
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Nightmares and Daydreams
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!! SPOILERS FOR ASRA ROUTE !!
A.N. : my first ever writing piece published publically. And ofc it had to be asra <3 the loml. Inspired by @/vesuviaweekly 's weekly prompt 'Nightmares and Daydreams' .Could also be considered a piece inspired from the ongoing prompt 'The things that changed' but I will probably revisit the prompt via another piece. Will be tagging it for both , just to be safe. VERY heavy on headcanons (I can't even distinguish between the canon facts and the facts i headcanon anymore). ← to the point it may be ooc . Anyways , the MC here will share my MC's origin story (this is to make me write faster , motivation go brrr) but will be referred to as MC only and will use they/them pronouns. This post will specifically target dreams of asra . I will (possibly) make another post in future involving dreams of my MC (Riku). Trying different writing styles in the same post. Is that a good idea ? Probably not . Would i still do it? Of course.
C.W. : He/him pronouns for asra (to avoid confusion) ; NOT spoiler free ; death mention ; mc's aunt is mentioned (oc character) ; somewhat angst ; very much self indulgent content ; lovesick asra; english is not my first language so please be kind and make me aware of any mistakes you may spot while reading this.
"By clicking on 'keep reading' , you hereby confirm that you have read A.N. and C.W. as given above and therefore I (the creator of this post) will not be held accountable for your reading experience"
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Asra Alnazar
Nightmares :
• (Before meeting MC) His nightmares followed similar themes. Some of these included the glimpses of his childhood , with his parents and suddenly they are leaving. His childhood home crumbling to floor. Him getting in trouble while playing on docks . Sometimes it included Muriel - his new friend. The visions of Muriel , too, disappearing some day or being disappointed in him in some way were a great burden for him. Some others included him not getting any food for a whole day or two ( but were they really nightmares if this was his reality?) and people being mean to him.
• His ways of comforting himself during such times were very limited. He would wake up with a jolt and startle Faust too. They both would later cuddle and squeeze together. To prevent getting bullied , he would act all mean in front of bullies and protect Muriel from them too. To avoid starvation, he would resort to petty stealing via magic. He would visit his 'gate' on especially rough nights seeking comfort from his patron arcana the Magician. He would use magic to create pretty scenarios to calm himself down .Muriel started to comfort him too once he found out about his nightmares.
• (After meeting MC) He started to visit the magic shop the day after his nightmares . MC's aunt was a kind lady . Being in her presence would remind Asra of home and comfort him in an odd way. But he liked it. Once he was good friends with MC , he would randomly crash into their bedroom for comfort and cuddles. He was loved in the magic shop. But to avoid getting attached to them , he would often go on 'trips' , only to return after being haunted by nightmares making him crave for a place to call a 'home'. His nightmares significantly decreased after getting close to MC.
• (Plague Era) In the initial stages of the spread of plague , he would often get nightmares about his friends catching the plague. Mc did a great job in reassuring him initially but as the situation in vesuvia worsened so did his nightmares. He could not be reassured. Which then led to 'the argument' that caused him and MC to separate.
• (After MC's death) After he got to know about MC's demise (and after his short trip (?) to lazaret ), his nightmares would now involve those tall chimneys he saw on the island. In his nightmares, he would wander around the crematory and would hear MC's voice calling him . He would always wake up in cold sweat after such nightmares and cry himself to sleep again .
• (Post U.E. route) After the fight against devil was won , he had MC with him now. Now no matter what nightmares he would experience , he would always wake up to comfort full of love from his love. Now the nightmares were manageable and even if some of them truly terrified him , he knew he could tackle anything and anyone. He could go against the world if required now that he had MC supporting him.
Daydreams :
• (Before meeting MC) Asra is a very creative person. At such a young age his daydreams would involve a safe place , lavish meals , running around with friends. He would also daydream about his parents returning someday and taking him with them. He would often try to create these 'daydream scenarios' play out in front of him via magic. This also helped him get better at magic.
• Once Muriel and him secured a safe place in the woods , he would ask Muriel to join him while he was playing out such scenarios. Muriel would often decline , but on the rare occasions he would join Asra , he would find himself entranced in asra's daydreams. Afterall he has a very creative imagination.
• (After meeting MC) after meeting MC in his stall at one of the bazaars of lucio's annual masquerade ball, his daydreams started to include more of MC as he got to know them more. Scenarios of them practicing magic together, taking classes from MC's aunt together, going on foraging trips to gather resources for the shop together. During masquerade ball season , when he would be making new masks (to keep up the inventory) for his annual stall , he would daydream about the different styles of masks and colours that would suit them . Asking Muriel for help while carving out masks and showing him his ideas via magic (the same way he used while daydreaming). It would all be so they (MC) could have more options to choose from. He would always daydream about them dancing at ball together. When he saw other couples in the ball doing different types of couple activities, it too would feed his daydream fuel.
• While away on trips , he would daydream of bringing MC with him. To explore new places, meet new people, experience new experiences together. When the longing became too much to bear for him alone , he would return to meet them.
• (After MC's death) Daydreams were his only escape from the reality. He had no one he could rely on anymore. He would daydream about MC coming back , of him bringing MC back. He daydreamed about seeing MC again after all this time , about the time spent and what could have been. He would choose moments from his life and daydream about changing the course of how things happened, how things should have happened. He daydreamed about all that mattered to him and still there was nothing he could do to make that happen. Except being patient. Except searching for ways he could bring them back. Except daydreaming about successfully finding a way to bring them back. All because he had a creative imagination.
• (Post U.E. route) Now that everything was right , he finally dared to daydream about a future . A future where MC was present. A future where his parents were there . A future where he had people he could rely on. A future he could not wait to experience. Now his daydreams were filled with plans. Plans he would make to make his loved ones happy. Now his daydreams were not an escape, but just creative thoughts. Of course it did not happen immediately but eventually he leaned to control them. His creative thoughts help bring happiness in his loved ones lives now. His plans are always very detailed making everyone surprised when he finally decides to execute them. Why wouldn't they be surprised? Afterall he does have a very creative imagination.
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That was fun to write ! I am so proud of it! Possibly my next post will be a Asra × Riku fic.
© OHKENTO . do not copy, repost, modify, or translate my works in any platforms.
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b33t-r00t · 7 months
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Radio show that gets sponsored by Big Food Brand Inc and receives many of their products to taste and enjoy.
Everybody in the studio puts on weight, but the only clues the listeners ever get are sound based:
Hosts talking about food they ate more often
A belch that doesn’t quite get muted in time
The occasional huff when someone has to move more than usual
Some light teasing about everyone’s widening figures
Audible clothing malfunctions
The studio’s policy about eating on-air becoming increasingly lax
And of course, the ever-present sponsorship of this one food brand
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moremaybank · 1 month
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getting dug out by rafe on your couch with your face smushed into one of the pillows. you're drooling, jaw slack as you make little ah ah ah noises — the only noises you can manage with how hard rafe's cock is ramming into your walls. his large palm splayed over your spine as he keeps you arched for him so hard that it'd hurt if the pleasure wasn't overpowering it. a mixture of yours and his cum leak out from you, dripping onto the couch cushion below you and coating a nice ring around the base of him. "missed this pussy so fuckin' much, princess. so greedy, always wantin' more, yeah?" his statement rings true when you clench around him again, letting him know you're close. your eyes roll back when one of his hands snake around your front, wet fingertips finding your clit with ease and rubbing in time with his thrusts. you cry out, tears erupting from your eyes. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm creep up on him. rafe works you both up to your peaks, and he cums in hot spurts when you squeeze him for all he's worth. "take it. fuckin' take it, baby. all of it."
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nat-1-whump · 15 days
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Alright, pardon me for drawing whump inspiration from weird places like a college lab class, but some types of rock, such as marble, sizzle when they come into contact with hydrochloric acid. Which brings me to...
Whumpee is a sentient marble statue. Maybe they're a person who was turned into a statue with a petrification spell, or they're a statue that was cursed with sentience somehow. Either way, they're trapped in this form for the time being.
Though most people have no clue Whumpee is alive, Whumper finds out and takes full advantage of this, torturing Whumpee with hydrochloric acid. It burns and they can't do a thing to stop it. Over time, the acid starts to wear down the stone, and Whumpee can only imagine what a bloody mess their flesh will be if they are ever turned back.
Or, alternatively, Caretaker is trying to figure out what happened to them, and they use hydrochloric acid to test what kind of stone Whumpee is. Caretaker would never hurt Whumpee on purpose, but they're completely unaware that Whumpee can feel every single drop that touches them. Whether they know that Caretaker means no harm, or think that Caretaker is deliberately hurting them, Whumpee can't help but feel a bit nervous about Caretaker from then on.
Whumpee is utterly helpless, forced to hold perfectly still as the burning liquid is splashed onto them. They can't flinch, can't scream, can't cry. Their face is still frozen in the exact same expression they've always had as a statue. And they hate it.
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lioniheart · 1 year
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The first thing he notices are the curtains. They’re black, assumably thick, big curtains, and definitely not the shitty, white and blue ones he owns. The second is that his head is pounding in his ears. Third, he’s naked. Fourth, someone’s singing in the shower.
Or: It’s January 1st, 2023, and Steve has no idea what happened last night.
Or, or: Steve gets blacked out drunk at a fancy party Robin’s girlfriend invited them too, wakes up in local rockstar Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s bedroom and freaks the fuck out.
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floppyponysart · 7 months
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my own little human...
prompt list credit goes to @pixeledpips
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general-dweebous · 7 months
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Alright I’m daydreaming about Miguel O’Hara… again
I heard a trending sound on tiktok, and it inspired more delusions.
Imagine being at a bar alone, maybe after having a (to put it lightly) rough day and just needing to forget for a little bit. Watch the game, have a drink, let yourself get lost in the noise. Which is unfortunately ruined by an irritating jerk of a man who thinks he’s entitled to your time and attention.
He pesters you, you roll your eyes. He gets uncomfortably closer, you ignore him, eyes on the screen, hand covering your drink. He’s frustratingly persistent, as they tend to be.
Miguel catches wind just across the way, at the end of the L-Shaped bar, drink just barely inches from his lips as his eyes lock on the interaction. He always tries to pay attention to these things, in case spider-man he needs to intervene. Granted he may have already eyed you before.. you know, just.. for surveillance and general friendly neighborhood safety.
“C’mon, don’t be such a bitch” -the man pesters again.
Miguel watches as he sees you put your drink down, your eyes locked on the man’s. “Buddy, this is your one chance to leave me alone with your self esteem intact.”
Miguel can’t help but smirk, barely able to hide his fang as he brings his drink to his lips. He catches your eyes glancing over at him as the defeated man walks away grumbling. Miguel would just softly raise his drink in your direction as a “well done” gesture, which he’s happy leaves a small smile- a laugh?- on your face.
Lyla buzzes on his watch. “Want me to get her number or are you gonna man up-“ before she’s cut off by Miguel clicking the watch face off.
Do you get why I love daydreaming about this man?? (Feel free to use this as inspo as you wish, just please tag me!<3)
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