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queenofbaws · 1 year

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thinkin about the au where the ud kids are also councillors at hacketts quarry..... wouldnt it be just Such bad luck if one of Them got werewolfified?? dealers choice who, i just thought it would be fun :]

((uh oh, this was just supposed to be six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!))

“So…anyone else getting mad déjà vu right now, or is that just me?” Save a few furious glares shot over shoulders, no one seemed especially interested in dealing with Mike at just that moment. He shrugged the worst of it off, then went back to circling the lodge, rattling doorknobs and window frames to make sure everything was locked up tight. “Just me then. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. Good talk, team.”

One might’ve expected that the lodge would feel empty with all the campers gone for the season, that the railings and dark eaves above them might’ve given the place a hollow, echoey feeling…but empty tables and vacant coat hooks be damned, the lodge had never felt smaller. Panic and confusion had narrowed the space until the woodgrain became smothering, choking, a prison smelling of pinesap and industrial grade disinfectant and, now that they’d gotten Nick laid out, blood. It was a madhouse. A charnel house.

Or it would’ve been, had the older counselors not been so nonchalant.

Sam was the first to step forward (surprising no one), tying her hair back out of her face with a few snappy twists of her wrist. The Hacketteers had seen it happen a few times during the summer, the imaginary switch that occasionally got flipped inside of her, transforming her five-foot-nothing frame into the towering presence of a military official; she knelt down beside Nick alongside Abi and Kaitlyn, and as she got a better look at his leg, her cheeks hollowed in thought. When she spoke, it wasn’t with the calm, sunshiney voice they’d all grown accustomed to, but an authoritative snap that left little room for argument. “Nurse Kelly’s office,” she said to Kaitlyn, making sure to hold her gaze as she gave the assignment. “Hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet, gauze from the bottom left drawer, and then bandages. If you can’t find bandages, get tape. Go.”

After one last sympathetic look towards Abi, Kaitlyn was off, bounding towards the nurse’s office with force enough to make her sneakers squeak on the hardwood. Sam wasted no time; she turned first over her right shoulder then the left, her lips tracing the silent headcount she was running. “Eleven,” she muttered, tapping her own chest before running the count again and coming up with the same thing. “Eleven? I—okay, wait, who’re we missing?”

“Um, um Emma,” stammered Abi, her voice shaking like a leaf in a windstorm and her body not much better off. Her bare knees poked through the tears in her tights where she knelt on the floor, the skin red and raw from where she’d fallen, though that seemed to be the worst of her injuries. “E-Emma’s down at the…at the lake, and Jacob went to get her. I…right?” Her stare had been so far-off when she’d come tumbling out of the woods and into the circle of the firepit, and only now did it seem to focus, or sharpen at the very least, as though having four walls and a ceiling surrounding her was what it had taken to wake her up. Even though she kept both of her hands tightly wrapped around one of Nick’s, she wrenched her eyes away from him to look at Ashley instead. “Right?”

At first, all she could do was nod, her lower lip was so deep in her mouth. When she let it go (with an almost audible pop! at that) it was red and inflamed from her biting it. “Right,” she picked up, nodding with a tense sort of precision. “Jacob went to get Emma at the lake, and Matt and Jess went with him just in case he ran into that…um, guy he was talking about. The hunter, or whatever.”

His circuit complete, Mike gave the front door one last heave-ho before joining the rest of them. “So I’ll say it again: Déjà vu, table for however-the-fuck-many?”

From one of the tables, Chris lifted his head out of his hands. “Dude. Let it rest, okay? A-a-and that’s coming from me, all right? Just…drop it. Seriously.”

“This is bad.” There was the sound of footfalls as Kaitlyn came running back into the main room with her arms full of supplies, and even still it was Dylan most of them turned towards, Dylan who had been hanging back near the fireplace since they’d gotten in. “This is bad, bad, bad…look, I’m telling you guys, okay? You can call me crazy, whatever, I don’t care, this?!” He stopped his anxious pacing long enough to slice a hand through the air in Nick’s direction. “This isn’t normal. Guy gets attacked in the middle of Buttfuck, Nowhere by some…thing Abi draws to look like my sleep paralysis demon on steroids, it’s oozing black shit, and we’re just…what? We’re just not gonna say it?”

“Dylan,” Sam and Kaitlyn warned, sounding less a Greek chorus and more a couple of exasperated mothers.

He held both his hands up as if to acknowledge their scorn…and continued anyway. “This is horror movie shit. Legit fucking horror movie shit, and I don’t care if you guys think I’m a maniac or whatever, but I am telling you, we shouldn’t be bandaging that, we should just be cutting it o—”

“Dylan!” Kaitlyn snapped a second time, throwing him a frantic glare from where she bent over Nick’s leg. “You’re not helping!”

“No one is cutting anyone’s anything off,” Sam piped in. “Completely glossing over the fact Nurse Kelly never stopped to give any of us pointers on impromptu amputation, I’d just like to go on the record as saying immediately chopping body parts off when freaked out is a bad idea in general.”

She wasn’t looking anywhere near him, but Mike was more than happy to take the opportunity to flip two of the fingers he did still have Sam’s way.

“Fuck,” Nick breathed, his spine arcing impossibly when Sam splashed the hole in his leg with peroxide. He grit his teeth, squeezed Abi’s hands until she squealed – though from shock alone or pain, none of them could immediately tell – and screwed his eyes shut tight as the blood and tissue exposed to the open air sizzled and bubbled and foamed. “Fuckin’…I’m right here! Don’t talk about this shit like I’m not here!”

The pain in his voice should’ve been enough to end the conversation full-stop. It would’ve been enough, had it only been the younger counselors in the lodge.

He hadn’t said much since the firepit, and for that most of their number were grateful. When Josh did deign to throw his two cents into the mix, though…gratitude was the farthest thing from anyone’s mind. “Ives is right.”

“Shocker,” Mike muttered under his breath, joining Emily over near the windows.

“Josh. Don’t—”

“No, shut up. The facts of the matter are these: One.” And because he was who he was, he took two steps up onto one of the open tables, somehow managing to bring the audience’s attention to himself despite Nick bleeding out on the floor. “There’s something attacking people out in the woods. A bad start, I think we can all agree. Two. Whatever it is, it’s hungry, or at the very least, it’s teething. Now I don’t know about any of you guys, but I’ve seen my fair share of hickies and love bites in my time, and whatever the fuck did that…” As Dylan had before him, Josh pointed towards the wound Kaitlyn and Sam were trying (and failing) to dress. “…its mouth was a little bigger than we would like. Fair to say? Three. I’m sorry Nicky-baby, but you’re not looking so good right now.”

“Josh!” That time Sam got up, pushing herself from the floor to stomp over towards him. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged, throwing off his balance and causing him to stumble to catch himself before he fell off the table entirely. “This is so not the time for – ”

“So you’ve got an explanation for all the black gunk, then? That what I’m hearing, Sammy?” He lifted his arms in a theatrical shrug, then let them drop to his sides. “Look at him. Look at him. We can see every vein in his goddamn body because of that crap. He looks like an anatomical model of a zombie plague victim. What’s the point in pretending – ”

“The point is,” she interrupted, each syllable clipped and final, “until we know what’s going on, we shouldn’t be scaring people.”

For a moment, brief and shining, it seemed maybe Josh was going to back down. Then he held up another finger. “Four,” he continued, looking away from Sam to search out all the others’ eyes instead. “Any of you aspiring astronomers take a gander up at the sky tonight, perchance? Notice anything…interesting, maybe?”

On the floor, Nick thrashed, succeeding in shoving Abi away from him, but not quite managing to throw Kaitlyn from his leg. Other than that, there was silence as the counselors fought to make sense of what Josh was saying.

“I mean…it’s a full moon,” Ryan offered. “But I don’t – ”

“Oh my God, it’s a full moon!” Like someone had stuck her with a pin, Ashley’s whole body shot back, back, back and away from Nick. She moved with the lightning speed of the truly panicked, nearly jumping the full length of the lodge to join Chris, Josh, and Dylan over by the fireplace. “It’s werewolves. Oh my God, it’s werewolves. It’s…oh jeez Louise, this is…” Only once she’d been enveloped by the guys did she stop raking her fingers down her face. When finally she spoke again, her voice had taken on a terrifying calmness. “We’ve got to cut his leg off.”

“Thank you! This is what I’m saying!”

“I—will you guys shut up?” Pushing himself away from the far wall, Ryan threw his arms out wide. “Do you hear yourselves? Werewolves?”

There was nothing especially friendly in the look Josh leveled at him as he asked, “What? Not, uh…bizarre or bona fide enough for you? Is that it?”

Nick’s injured leg spasmed as if it were a dying animal struggling to fight off a hunter, and the impact knocked Kaitlyn’s breath from her lungs. She went sprawling, moving her hands towards her ribs as if to grab at them, but hesitating to actually touch them once they began to throb. “Jesus Christ, Nick!” she gasped, using the rubber soles of her shoes to push herself along the floor, putting more distance between them. “I’m trying to help! I know it hurts – you gotta…”

He didn’t have much to say to that, it seemed, except a succinct, “Fuck off, Kaitlyn!”

As Sam and Abi both rushed to help her up, the others continued their grim debate; unfortunately for Ryan (and, in all honesty, Nick), one side was clearly louder than the other.

“In what world do you think werewolves – actual freaking werewolves – are real?”

“Uh, point of order,” Chris interjected, “you seem to be forgetting who you’re talking to, so hey, just real quick, ahem…hi, I’m Chris, this is Josh, this is Ashley, and we survived a cannibalistic monster attack back in 2015! Jesus Christ, did any of you guys listen to a word we said during ice breakers? Holy shit.”

“Not to take away from the argument or anything, buuut just FYI, we were all very much in agreement you guys were making that shit up completely.”

“…you what?”

“Yeah,” Dylan nodded. “We laughed about it after lights-out and everything. I mean…whoops. Obviously, whoops. I’d like to go on the record as saying I owe you guys a big old ‘my bad’ once we’re out of this shitshow, but…yeah. Definitely…definitely thought you were making that stuff up.”

There were a million things they could’ve said to that revelation. A million things between them. And still what ended up actually coming out was: “Mike cut two of his fingers off!”

“It’s true. I did. And look where it got me.”

“Really moving up in the world, aren’t you Michael?” She hadn’t had the slightest desire to join in the reindeer games, but there was only so much theatricality and tension Emily could resist. She turned away from the window and took the scene in with her arms folded tightly across her chest, one of her hands tucked neatly away beneath the crook of her elbow. There, near the fireplace, was the witch hunting committee; there, in the middle of the blood-streaked floor, were Nick and his three would-be nurses; and smack between the two factions was Ryan, dour and exasperated as always. “Mike’s right,” she said, and was then forced to deal with the indignity of him grinning and pumping his fist beside her. “This shitty one-act is familiar. And I for one am not dealing with it a second time.”

“Emily,” and man oh man, Sam was wondering if she was going to get to say anything tonight that wasn’t just her sounding out her friends’ names in increasingly frustrated tones, “look, I know things are weird right now, but – ”

“It’s not werewolves.”

Josh’s eyebrows went up. “Oh? Oh! Well, by all means, your majesty, please! Inform us lowly peons of the esoteric knowledge you’ve been withholding from us. I mean, after all, it’s not like any of us are experts on the subject or anything. Not like anyone in this room was literally raised on horror lore.”

They were too far away from one another to do anything about it, but when Sam and Mike locked eyes, it was immediately clear they both knew what was about to happen. There was no reason for that, nothing that could explain the bolt of understanding that ran through them, and yet there it was, plain as day – déjà vu, serendipity, kismet, fate, bad luck, whatever you wanted to call it, they both saw it rear its ugly head at precisely the same moment.

The moment, as it turned out, where Emily pulled her hand free from under her arm. “Whatever that ugly motherfucker was, it got me too.” The lights were off, there was hardly any illumination to speak of, and even so, there was no missing the jagged, shallow teeth marks jagging across her hand. There wasn’t as much blood as there had been on Nick’s leg, though there was a fair amount, and whatever that black stuff was, her wrist seemed to be shot through with it too.

“Guys.” It was only the stunned silence that had come over them at Emily’s admission that allowed Nick to be heard; his voice was a wet, phlegmy gasp caught deep in his chest. “Guys? I don’t…”

“It got me too,” Emily continued, “and look at me! I’m fine! I don’t feel sick, or infected with anything, or – ”

“Oooh no. Oh no no no no no! You are so…no!” As quick as she’d been to hide herself behind them, Ashley burst out from behind the guys to round on them instead, pointing frantically towards Emily as her words spilled out of her. “This is what I was trying to keep from happening last time!”

“…last time?” Ryan asked, only to be spoken over.

“They’re both bitten! They’re both infected! They’re going to change, or turn, or…or whatever, and when they do, you know what’s going to happen? They’re going to kill us! They’re going to kill all of us, and I didn’t make it off that stupid freaking mountain just to die here in the middle of some awful, sweaty, mosquito-filled woods!”

“Ashley…”

“You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.” Mike made a swipe for Emily, meaning to hold her back. Whether it had been a real effort, though, or one just meant for show…that was anyone’s guess, because she easily evaded him and marched her way over to the others, countering each of Ashley’s moves as though trying to bully her in a narrow school hallway. “How many times do you think you get to spearhead the ‘Let’s kill Emily’ committee before I haul off and wipe the ground with your sorry ass?”

“I really, uh…” Nick’s gasps had turned to panting, each breath uncomfortably wet on the inhale. “I really don’t…feel good…”

Ashley took a step back towards the guys and Emily took two forward; she sidestepped and Emily turned with her. “I-I was wrong last time,” she admitted, and while her eyes were huge and glassy with fear, her chin was high and her voice was resolute.

“You don’t fucking say.”

“But this is what I was afraid of! You become a werewolf when you’re bitten by one! That’s how it works! Everyone knows that’s how it works!”

“Oh yeah?” And before anyone could react, even to breathe, Emily lashed out with her uninjured hand, grabbed Ashley by the wrist, and brought her hand to her mouth. She bit down once, hard, letting go before she could taste blood but well after she felt the meaty crunch of tissue damage. “Then welcome to the party, bitch.”

“Déjà vu check?” Mike asked the room, and that time, Chris raised his hand. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Okay, look, shit’s…shit’s pretty fucked right now, I’m not even gonna lie, but Sam has a point, all right, you guys? Until we have some kind of proof that something spooky’s really afoot, then I don’t think we should – ”

It was Abi who screamed first, bringing their attention back to Nick. By then, it was too late. They turned just in time to see a tear, then two, then three, open in his skin, stretching wide to show the wet, raw muscle beneath as though he were simply wearing a human-suit several sizes too small for him. With one final heave of his body (and the horrendous sound of gore hitting the floor and walls and, God help them all, ceiling), something hulking and monstrous and sharp burst out of him like a moth from a cocoon, spreading not wings but limbs so long and so large as to defy all logic. It stared at them with eyes that winked gold and red in the darkness, then threw back its head and let out a sound like none of them had ever heard before.

Only then did Sam raise her hand, already starting to walk backwards. “This is starting to get familiar,” she admitted, grabbing Abi by the back of her shirt and hauling her to her feet, “this is starting to get really, really, really familiar, now that you mention it.”

Shock alone rooted the younger counselors to the spot, the older ones held still more by muscle memory and the hope what had kept them alive before would keep them alive now…but then Emily snatched Ashley up by both of her wrists and yanked her close enough to act as a human shield, breaking their stunned silence with a shrill, “Someone shoot her before she turns into one of those things!”

“You bit me!” she shrieked in response, struggling to reach behind herself and get a handful of Emily’s hair. When she couldn’t wriggle out of her grasp, she settled for stomping down on her instep as hard as she could, and if it hadn’t been for Mike and Chris both grabbing them and physically dragging them away, the thing that had very recently been Nick would’ve likely sliced through them both with a furious swipe of its claws.

“Holy shit, holy shit!”

“Yeah, welcome to our world,” someone said glumly, either Chris or Josh, it was honestly hard to tell.

“There’s a…there’s a fucking monster…right there!”

“Wow, gee, thanks!”

“And they’re just…going to fight each other?! Even though it’s…it’s right…”

“Like we said,” and that time it was Chris, his voice strained as he tried to physically slide himself between Ashley and Emily to keep them apart, “welcome to our fucking world!”

“Fuck me, I sure hope Mr. H has this place insured,” Mike said, and though he knew it did more harm that good, he let go of Emily to let Chris deal with her, choosing instead to pat himself down until he found the lighter stashed in his pocket. “Because I don’t know about you assholes, but I sure remember how this part goes.”

#fudgeroach #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #the quarry #until dawn #hi there ash #congratulations! you said the magic word and as if i were some sort of sleeper agent i blacked out for a minute there #and woke up with all this written #so. SO.#..............oh no i like this idea way too much sdfjaklsdfjlksdjFKLJSLKFJLKSDJFKLDJSF ANYWAY HERE"S WAY MORE THAN 6 SENTENCES TY #sldkfjksldjf i really might. have to revisit this during the week and edit/refine to put on ao3 because.............#god help me. i love this idea tho asdklfjksljdf (and i still need to put lisas fuck no: the movie prompt up there askdljfkjd)

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byanyan · 27 days

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anyway, i actually!! wrote more than i expected to today!! i'm feeling a little better, finding my balance again... aiming to finish the rest of the name prompts tomorrow 🤞

#i had to push myself a little to get started tbh... but ofc it got easier as I kept just writing #then I was gonna leave everything else until tomorrow bc I wasn't so sure I felt up to writing more #but then all u lovelies sent me even more prompts..... and it started flowing easier and...#ok I only answered 2 more than I planned which isn't much bUT...#it's a lot when I've had a hard time even sitting at my laptop for the last 3 days ok #it's a lot when the executive dysfunction has been as intense as it has been #so ty ily I think I might be back on an upswing so!!! fingers crossed #...don't let me reblog another meme for a while tho okay? I need to catch up on all the stuff in my inbox + my drafts lmaoshfjsg #love u guys!! i'm wishing u all the best weekend 💜#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don’t @ me.

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mrfelixfischoeder · 3 months

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Prompt 1 for Zoryaface please?

The room has another person in it, and it’s not normal – William looks over at Zorya as she inspects the guillotine taking up most of a corner of the room. He’s holding onto his shirt, rumpled and crushed in his nervous grip, as if she hasn’t seen him naked before. But that’s been in her room, or in back alleys and the toilet of the tour bus – it’s been a flurry of drunken desire and swearing. But now she’s here in his room, in her stupid little pj set that hides fucking nothing and he’s staring, and he’s staring, and he’s staring, and he’s –

“What sides you sleep on?” she’s already sliding onto the bed anyway onto the right side. He walks over, still holding his tshirt in front of him.

“Uhm, you’re on it.” he doesn’t wanna be hesitant, but he is also tired. They’re finally home after touring, and the last three weeks of the tour separated them. He wants nothing else but to wrap up in that bed with her, but she’s on his side, and they’re not drinking, and she’s still here anyway. She lays on her side, fingers grazing up her thigh and her waist, to her hair.

“You better come and claiming it then.”

There’s a funny rumble that comes from his chest, and he gets onto the bed. When she makes a face, he realises he’s still holding his shirt, and he’s lying flat on his back next to her, still as a rock. When he doesn’t move, Zorya shuffles closer, so that her body presses against him, and she rests her head on her palm. Her free hand takes the tshirt from him, after some wrestling. “Chill out. You’re being weird.”

He doesn’t say what he’s thinking: why relax when she’ll leave? She’s come this far, so now that they’re trying some level of domesticity, it’ll fall apart. But he turns a little to face her, because the body warmth is nice. It’s not enough for her, and she shifts, pulling his arm under her waist and slapping his palm onto her hip. “Better.” She watches him, eyebrows raised, and he looks down before letting himself make eye contact.

“Yeah.” He agrees, squeezing. It makes another funny rumble in his chest that reaches his throat, and she laughs, arm draping over his chest. He mulls over his words, forcing them out, “I uhm… Tour washn’t the schame without you.”

“Yeah. I missed you too.”

#mtl #mtl oc #murderella #zorya #murderface #writing prompt #ty so much i love them with all my heart

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we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono · 1 year

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May I suggest singing Maushold (pokemon) church choir? If you're okay with it, if not it's okay:3

here you go! 🎄 featuring Floragato as a conductor/choirmaster!!

#after 4 hours in the bus I finally got the time to rest and draw in the hotel :) that’s why art been so slow lately #ive been going places! lots and lots of places #anyway ty for the cute request #this is such a cute prompt i love these pokemon so much #even tho i dont think im gonna plan to play this game #cuz yknow with college loan and bills lol #but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy any pokemon content on my dash and my own blog ^u^#maushold #floragato #pokemon scarlet and violet #my art #art by me #request #ibispaintx

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tru-lyly · 1 year

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In the midst of the ongoing battle against the Others and their horde of the dead, Jaime loses sight of Brienne in the fray. A strange voice guides him to the cover of a little wood, where he discovers her asleep beneath a weirwood tree. When he lies down to rest beside her, ancient magic sends them traveling through each other's dreams.

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This gift is for the lovely Mark @helisol for the @alittleislandoflight exchange!! I used your prompt: JB get to see/share the others dreams. I really hope you enjoy it! <3

Also, I’m so, so sorry, you said that thing about the angst hammer and apparently I took that as a personal challenge. It may start bleak, BUT!!! I promise you the comfort hammer cometh. :)

#aliol 2022 #jaime x brienne fanfic #jaime x brienne #jb #such a cool prompt.#i loved writing this even though it was a RACE to the finish fjslfljl #ty so much organizers

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katnissgirlsmakedo · 6 months

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utterly cannot stand the type of post thats like "what are the female characters you like" and i KNOW it's not the fault of the people who make those posts i know they only do it because 95% of this site's blorbos are men. but i hate it anyway. like really the only way you can get fandom people to talk about women is to explicitly tell them to talk about women. and it always comes off so disingenuous because i KNOW most people reblogging those posts would never say those characters on a generic "what are your favorite characters" post. like it's all just so bleak :/

#like. tumblr user on an average blorbo tag post: omg dean <3 #tumblr user on average Woman Blorbo post: well i really like woman 2 from netflix original bullshit show #and i don't mean to suggest these people DON'T really like woman 2 from that show. i just think like.#well i've seen ur posts and 80% of them are about a man. and you only ever even mention HER in relation to men or when specifically prompte #like. idk. i promise female characters are interesting when you take off the patriarchy goggles. i promise they are also usually much bette #written than whatever man you're obsessed with. i promise you.#like. clary gets almost no love from this site at large but she is probably one of cassie's most complex characters ever #meanwhile everyone here lovesssss will herondale. and i won't continue that thought lest i be blacklisted #so you see what i'm saying.#most tumblr users could not defend their love of a female character against their raw posting data #beth.txt #don't mean to suggest i never like male charaters we all know i have my guys #but i don't think i talk about men more than women. actually lets review the characters of the year #i'd start with danny obviously danny was huge in january #alina. alex. liv. i'd say call tamara and aaron all count #livvy ty dru and kit are a contant and don't need to be included in the data. but if they were it'd even out anyway #ok so that's 4 men and 3 women. not a bad ratio #didn't mean to make this post about me but well it is my post so yk. whatever #anyway. basically some of you could stand to get really weird about a female character sometime. sick of your deans and whatnot!

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ateliaers · 9 months

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fantasy inspired action prompts.

card of dust. sender finds the receiver asleep over a book & wakes them. @odett3.

in stories, when one woke a sleeping maiden, it was always a thing of beauty. their eyelids fluttered slowly open, lashes as black as night withdrawing over rose – dusted cheeks, revealing wide & luminous eyes, always the colour of some precious gem for the sake of an easy comparison. in one fluid motion, they would rise, not a crease in their clothing, not a curl out of place, & greet the dawn, their lover, whatever happened to rouse them, with a sigh, or a smile, or a couplet which just so happened to fall perfectly from their lips.

odile did not live inside a story. when one reached out to gently shake her shoulder, or to brush a lock of hair away from her face, her reactions were involuntary, & often violent. a hand rose up to swat at whoever dared to interrupt her, & slowly, bleary eyes opened, dusted with sleep at their corners. when she had settled in the cradle of the tree, nestled between its thick roots, the sun had only just begun its descent, a tinge of orange creeping hesitantly across the horizon. she had not noticed her lids grow heavy, nor how the tome she had carried out of the manor with her had slowly slipped through clumsy fingers as she drifted off ; to be greeted with darkness as her senses returned to her spurred her into action, & she all but crashed in to the swan maiden as she scrambled to her feet, equally as startled by the other’s presence as she was the sudden appearance of the night sky.

the book lay on the ground still, having fallen with its cover open, & its contents free for all to see, pages ruffled slightly by the faint breeze. if she had any sense, she would have scooped it up, marched back into the manor, & paid no mind to the maiden who had drawn her back to the waking world. she had ignored her, & all the others, a great many times before, just as her father commanded, but it was easier to do when they were birds, & they spoke in voices she couldn’t understand. face to face with the young woman, her feather – light touch still burning upon her, she found herself almost gawping, as if she was a trespasser on her own grounds.

❛ you didn’t have to do that, ❜ she managed after a moment of heavy silence, defensive in spite of herself. ❛ i would have woken up eventually. i shouldn’t … aren’t the others company enough for you ? ❜ she couldn’t see them, but she knew they wouldn’t be far. where else would they go ? even if they did manage to find their way through the woods, what good would it do them ? they’d be birds again come sunrise, & the lake would call them home.

❛ what do you want ? ❜

#odett3 #◆ ― ask meme. odile.#ty so much for sending this in lovely !!#& the other prompt too bc it made me feel very soft i'm ngl #i hope this is okay !! if you'd prefer anything different give me a shout & i'll write up something else !! <3

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beachytablecloth · 2 years

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matchablossom + dragons? (like httyd or something i guess lol)

"Kaoru, it's not what it looks like--"

"Not what it looks like?" Kaoru yells. "You're sitting on a dragon!"

"Okay, okay, but just calm down," Kojiro pleads. Kaoru huffs, crossing his arms.

Kojiro leans down and extends his hand. "We've been wrong about them this whole time. Just... let me show you. Please."

Kaoru glares back up at him for a long moment, calculating.

"Fine," he says, grabbing Kojiro's hand and allowing himself to be pulled onto the dragon's back. "This thing better not eat me."

*and then they fly off into the sunset and romantic flight by john powell plays*

send me a pairing and a prompt/ au

#ty nellie i love httyd so much (sorry corey)#i have never written matchablossom before soooooo hope it's okay haha #and yeah i'm really not sticking to the 3 sentence thing anymroe haha #matchablossom #sk8 #brooke writes #prompt fill

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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Dair - emergency + puzzle

Dair + Emergency & Puzzle

This wasn’t their first time sheltering in place at the loft during hurricane season, and this time, they had determined to be prepared: food and booze and household items stocked, movies saved to their netflix queue, and laundry done so there was enough extra towels should the stormy weather find its way in.

What they’d neglected to prepare for was the internet and phone lines going out.

“Figures,” Dan says while he puts on a record, “everything in the city must be overloaded. This is why analog media is still relevant.”

“Yeah, yeah, grandpa,” Blair calls out as she returns from their bedroom.

Dan squints at the box in her hands as Joni Mitchell filters through the stereo speakers. “Where did you even find that?”

She grins, shaking the puzzle, the pieces rattling inside, “It was at the back of the spare closet. It’s Seurat.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s pointillism,” he waggles a finger at the art printed on the box. “It’ll take hours.”

“You have somewhere to be?”

Dan snorts, rolling his eyes.

Board game nights with the two of them tend to skew fiercely competitive (they’ve been banned from van der Humphrey Scrabble tournaments), and doing a jigsaw puzzle is no different, each of them try to outdo the other, and so they have a decent amount of the edge pieces done by the time Dan has to get up from the floor to flip the record.

All in all, it’s shaping up to be an excellent evening until the lights go out.

“Shit,” Dan says as everything goes dark. “Just – stay there, I’ll start lighting the candles. And I know we have a lantern stashed somewhere –”

“Or,” Blair interrupts, grasping at his arm before he can stand, “we could just…do something else.”

Dan frowns, struggling to make out her expression in the dark. “Like what?”

He hears her let out a nonchalant hum, and then she’s right in front of him, climbing into his lap where he sits on the floor, scattering the pieces of Sunday on La Grande Jatte. “I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

He smiles and pulls her closer, forgetting all about jigsaw puzzles and storms and power outages.

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#dair #*prompts #ty for sending! this one was fun #i've lived through many a tornado warning but hurricanes not so much so don't read too much into this one #they're dorks and I love them

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etoilebinaire · 1 year

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1, 3, 6, 7, 17, 18 for Taylor/Zevran!

Thank you !!! 💕 These questions are so good thank you for asking about my blorbos :') Answers under the cut!

1: What do they think of each other’s family? And how does the family feel? Whatever good first impression Taylor’s family had of Zevran sure did get muddied a bit when they heard how he and Taylor met. He sure is different than who Cyrion imagined his daughter to end up with. But, Shianni and Soris would like him immediately because they know Taylor and they know someone like Zevran is a way better fit with her than whatever her dad thinks. Taylor is obviously entirely head over heels in love with Zev and especially when he stays after the landmeet, they’re around the alienage often. Cyrion warms up to him when he sees how happy Taylor is. Zevran doesn’t really have a choice in liking the Tabrises cause he is already part of them and he should’ve known proposing to a city elf comes with Family included. Family dynamics are odd to him cause they are super different than whatever he was used to, but it’s good and they are welcoming and they love to hear about his adventures almost as much as Taylor does.

3: What’s their favourite thing to tease each other about? The way that Thedas’s best assassin was bested by Thedas’s least experienced grey warden and then she seduced him all the way to marriage. Exaggerating their own meet-cute and titles which is as much as a tease as a compliment. Acting like Taylor is this master of seduction who makes every enemy fall in love with her and not at all the awkward flustered elf that she is. Pretending like Zevran never oversold his own skills and he’s able to do anything, like lockpicking. Also Zevran would lovingly tease Taylor about her wildly varying attention span. Once it’s clear a little fire won’t kill a dragon, there’s lots of quips about Taylors proneness to catch on fire.

6: Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them? At first it’s just “(my dear) warden” and “Zev”, cause that’s what their friends call them. Zevran would refrain from starting to use petnames cause then it might be too sincere and what he’s supposed to do then. Plus, Taylor didn’t seem big on pet names anyway and other than shorter versions of names she barely calls anyone anything else. But then she and Sten start calling each other “Kadan” and maybe Taylor is actually up for a relationship and what the hell? I’m not saying Zevran would be (gasp) jealous of Sten’s Kadan nickname, I’m just saying he would start using pet names after hearing that and get real creative with them too. Taylor doesn’t speak a word Antivan which makes it easier cause even if he is sincere it won’t have any consequences yet. Taylor just assumes they’re at the nickname stage of their relationship and starts mixing in “babe” with “Zev” sometimes. She doesn’t understand the Antivan nicknames but loves them nonetheless. When they’re official/married the elaborate Antivan nicknames are still a thing. Taylor calls people “darling” now too (Zev as well as the other grey wardens) but “(my) love” is for Zev only.

7: What’s their most and least favourite thing about each other? Zevran’s favourite thing about Taylor is (everything) how thoughtful and attentive she is for people. How she doesn’t care who you are or where you’re from, she will always give you her full attention and listen and try to help and remember small things that seem unimportant but become important to her. Her hyperfocus was a little unnerving the first few times but now it’s just endearing. The least favourite thing is how she’s very much Fereldan thus lets the dog sleep on their bed. Taylor’s favourite thing about Zevran is (everything) how he’s always able to make people smile regardless of anything going on. He’s so good at reading the room and anticipating what could lighten a mood instantly. Taylor first burst of laughter after becoming a warden was when Zevran was lying on the ground begging for his life calling her a “deadly sex goddess”. The value of a smile can’t really be quantified. The least favourite thing is that he complains about the dog.

17: Do they believe in marriage? Yes. Taylor’s entire life she’s been told and shown marriage is Necessary for a happy life. So much so that she agreed to an arranged marriage with someone she didn’t even meet a few days before the actual wedding. For her it’s the logical next step in a relationship when you decide you want to be together. For Zevran, marriage was Not something he foresaw in his life. However, Taylor has already changed his life so much he might as well accept it at this point. The earring was a proposal, after all. After Taylors initial work as warden commander and Zevrans first sweep through the crows, they got married for real.

18: Would they have kids together? They would if they could. Biologically, that is. Taylor is a serial adopter and the Mom™ of the wardens already, and there’s no way she wouldn’t be the same outside of being the warden commander. And with Ferelden/Thedas being the state that it’s in, I can totally imagine Taylor and Zevran being sidetracked of whatever mission they’re doing currently in order to make sure lost kids find their families again. I haven’t thought anything specific out yet, but neither Zevran nor Taylor could ever abandon a kid in need.

#Taylor Tabris #bless you for the many prompts Karolina theyre a really fun way to think more about my ocs !!!#now Im going to be thinking about a scenario where Zev calls Taylor the most mushy stuff in Antivan and thinks nobody will understand #and then Leliana calls him out on it #also adding to canon and deciding Anders got his love nickname from Taylor I do make the rules <3 in my worldstate #ALSO unrelated but kadan is so much like t'hy'la. if anyone has thoughts about this please talk to me.#ANYWAY I do genuinely think Zevran and Taylor would adopt kids but I just havent thought anything out yet #open to suggestions discussions etc #ty again!!!! <3

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vvanessaives · 2 years

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24 for akira & hanako and/or 31 for vesper & fenix? :3

24. a kiss on the shoulder

Few blue locks came tightly pushed back into the neat high bun they always exhibited, not a single stray hair was ever allowed out of it, not on a special night like the one they were about to experience. The creation of a new empire, or maybe the renovation of an old one. Akira was ready to witness the change, be part of it: squared shoulders, pulled back like a bow ready to shoot, the sharp lines of the black suit made their picture look as dangerous as ever, just like a razor-sharp blade, and did the red light ring of their eyes always glow that bright? Or was it just the prospect of the blood they were going to spill that made it shine like that?

Akira walked back to the bedroom, silent and quick like every single step they took was calculated; their eyes searched the luxurious room for the only reason that tied them to Arasaka. And soon they found it: there she was, in a slick white dress, her black hair elegantly styled with gold accessories, her expression troubled as she stared back at her motionless reflection. Hanako didn’t notice the figure approaching until it appeared alongside hers into the mirror, she didn’t break her trance at the sight, her gaze only shifted from her own image to Akira’s. They shared a quiet moment, an unspoken affection appeared in Akira’s eyes, a change that was barely noticeable to anyone but Hanako. It was difficult to spot anything that wasn’t viciousness in those pitch black pools of darkness, but even the eyes of a monster could turn gentler for the one they loved.

“Second thoughts?” They broke the silence, tone icy and dangerous as usual and yet their voice was always capable to give some peace to Hanako.

She shook her head lightly. “None. I took the right choice.” Despite the confidence of her words, Hanako still found herself searching for a beacon, a source of strength, in Akira’s familiar frame, their hands tightly folded behind their back in a severe posture. It was the way they always stood just right behind her, a reliable watchful eye always looking after her no matter the situation; Hanako could take a look back at any time and she would always find Akira. Just like they stood there now. “We did.”

“Then what is troubling you?” Akira investigated. “My golden crane.” They added with a gentleness that wasn’t exactly typical of them, their cold metallic hands broke the grave pose to reach for Hanako’s upper arms.

She found the question bizarre, in a way. Being the architect of the murder of your own family wasn’t something worth a troubled mind? To Akira, surely not. “I wish I had another solution. Less…bloody.” Hanako admitted, a sorrowful smile on her lips. “I don’t regret it, though. I’m not going back.”

Akira’s hands stroked her exposed skin in an attempt to offer some comfort to the woman they loved. If the roles were reversed, Akira wouldn’t show any scruple; if Hanako asked, they would kill their own parents without further asking. They simply were a blade ready to be pointed and sank in. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t show any sympathy for Hanako’s emotions, that they couldn’t understand her.

“Your father raised you to be the heart of the family” Akira began “he caged you behind golden bars.” Their gaze lowered, following the movement of their hands across such delicate skin. Ironic how the hands of a killer could hold a piece of porcelain with such care, if they wished. “Beautiful, maybe, but a cage is still only a cage.” Akira dropped their head and placed one single kiss on Hanako’s shoulder, their rounded lips unexpectedly soft. They lingered there for a moment – a type of freedom a mere bodyguard shouldn’t adopt with their protégée – before their eyes snapped back to their shared reflection in the mirror. “Tonight, we will raise you to be the head of the family. Your rightful place.”

Hanako expression lightened from the previous anxiety, somehow they always knew what she needed to hear at the exact right moment. “And you will be there with me.” The statement felt more like a question, a demand for reassurance that she will not be alone in this endeavour. Her hand came in contact with Akira’s one, her golden fingers clutching the black ones on her skin.

Akira straightened back into their usual sharp posture, gaze secure and unfaltering as they stared back into Hanako’s brown eyes. “I will always be by your side.”

#ask games #swordcoasts #i'm just saying. love can make you better but also not in the traditional sense. more like worse <3 good for them fjdsjk #thank u so much dee MWAH <3 i'll do the other prompt too bc i can't skip a chance to write about the blorbos TY TY #oc: akira #akinako nation (me) RISE

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queenofbaws · 1 year

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Hi! Hope you're doing well :) Got another LauraMax prompt for you again😁: How about a role swap with these two, i.e. Laura is the one who was bitten? She strikes me as someone who likes to be in control; being confronted with the revelation that she's gonna turn into a mindless, violent beast would be hard for her to accept, I imagine... Have a lovely weekend! 💕

definitely more than six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

“I’m just saying…we show up to the camp expecting to find Mr. H…instead there’s something gross waiting for us in the bunker…you get bit by it…full moon…”

Laura took a breath, long and deep and slow, the bars of her cell pressing against her forehead as she tried to will herself to fall between them. When it didn’t work (for the millionth time), she let the same breath out, her eyes falling shut with it. “Yeah?”

There was a pause from the other side of the cellblock as Max chewed at the inside of his mouth. “I’m just saying…what if…”

“What if what, Max?”

“What if you’re, y’know…” He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling as he said it, already anticipating her answer. Instead of going the direct route, then, he cleared his throat and abruptly changed his pitch, dropping into the wacky register of a morning radio dj. “When I say wolf, you say…?”

She frowned against the bars. “What?”

“No, where.”

Her eyes opened again. “What?”

“You were…you were supposed to say where. Like…I say wolf, you say where, werewolf, were…wolf.” He let his head loll back against the hard stone wall of the cell. “Now that I’m hearing myself say it out loud, though, I guess maybe that wasn’t super intuitive.”

It took her a second to understand that, doofy delivery or no, he was…he was being serious. Like serious-serious. “Max,” she started, staring intently at the exposed brick in front of her. “You can’t…that stuff isn’t real.”

“Okay, yeah, see, normally I’d be all aboard the insane-train with you – full steam ahead, choo choo – only I saw the thing down there in the bunker, Laura. Y’know, I…” He brought his hands up to rub at his face before sliding them into his hair, hoping if maybe he pressed down on his sinuses hard enough, the image of all those teeth tearing through her wouldn’t have room to take root. “Whatever that thing was? It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t a giant shih tzu either, I’ll give you that, but…definitely not a person. I feel…extremely confident in saying that. People aren’t usually that…” He grimaced. “Pointy.”

She mouthed that to herself once, ‘pointy?’ and then pushed herself away from the bars, doing a half-pace through the cramped space of her cell. As she walked, her eyes caught the strange poem carved into the wall, and as though by magic, she found she couldn’t tear her gaze away from that single word no matter how hard she tried: Wolves.

“Laura?” Max called after a minute that felt more like a decade. “You got real quiet all of a sudden…”

She read the poem a third, a fourth, a fifth time, and still nothing became any clearer. Eventually she found her way to the cot (as though there was anything else in there with her) and let her legs go weak, sending her down onto the uncomfortable, lumpy mattress. “Let’s say…” Laura swallowed hard, more to push past the block of doubt tightening her throat than any actual fear. “Let’s say, for the sake of this hypothetical, that I am, a…uh…”

He waited, and waited, and when he could wait no more, gave her a couple options to choose from. “A supernatural flea-bag? A creature of myth and legend?”

Despite herself, she snorted once. “Yeah. Sure. Let’s go with that. If I…am…one of those things…I think this whole being kidnapped thing is about to get just…a whole lot worse, actually.”

It was Max’s turn to frown. “How do you mean? See, the way I see it, all this means is we have to wait a few weeks, and then bam, pow, zoop, you go all ‘the better to eat you with’ on our good pal Officer Asshat, and we run off into the sunset happily ever after.” He paused. “Sunrise. We’d run off into the sunrise.”

“Max,” she sighed, dropping her head into her hands. “There’s something I haven’t told you. Or like. Anyone. Else. Ever.”

Considering how long they’d known each other, not to mention the depth of the heart-to-hearts they’d had over all those years, that…well, that was concerning. Slowly, Max sat up from where he’d been slouching, his eyes searching the middle-distance as though that’d somehow help him see the expression on her face. “Yeah?” he asked, when all that middle-distance showed him was, surprise, more brick. “I…you know you can tell me anything, hun. Whatever it is, I—”

Her breath escaped her in one hard whoosh. “I’m allergic to dogs.”

“…wait, what?”

Laura’s head tipped back against the wall and she covered her face with both hands, groaning into the air. “I’m so allergic to dogs, Max. It’s bad, I get hives.”

“I…” If such a thing was possible, he sat up even straighter, bracing himself with both hands on the cot. “You’re going to school to be a vet.”

“Yeah, I know! I have to take…so…many allergy meds when I’m anywhere near a dog, and just…” Her hands fell away from her face, flopping to either side of her. “I didn’t bring any of those for the summer.”

He sat quietly for a moment, just trying to absorb all of that. “Can you…be allergic to yourself?”

“I don’t know!”

There was so much distress in her voice, so much worry, that everything in his chest seized up like someone’d stuck a knife in him and twisted it. Since they were separated, he couldn’t do what he normally did (namely wrap his arms around her and hold tight until the storm had passed), so he did the next best thing. Made a fool of himself. “Well…I mean…look on the bright side here.”

Sensing the attempt for what it was, Laura made herself take another deep breath, rising to the bait instead of falling back into her own head. “What would the bright side be, exactly, Max?”

“Any time you don’t wanna do your homework, you can eat it yourself.”

“I…” The laugh took her by surprise, a hard bark (har-de-har-har) of surprised delight. “It is the perfect crime.”

“And all that hands-on experience you can pad your resume with? Hoo-wee. You’ll probably be able to graduate, like, two years early!” At the sound of her laugh, he had no choice but to smile, turning instinctively towards her voice. “We’ll figure out what’s going on, okay? Werewolf or…whatever.”

She looked down at her own hands as he said it, humming in acknowledgement. “Yeah, I know.” Laura flexed her fingers, tried to imagine them looking like anything other than what they’d always been, and came up short every time. “Hey, can…can werewolves get rabies, do you think?”

#theartofdreaming1 #six sentence weekend #queenie writes supermassive #lauramax #ohohoho well hello!!! mAN i love thinking about mix-em-ups where it's diff people who got bit first aklsjdfkajsf so this???#a BLAST ;Dc ty so much for the prompt! i hope youre having a fantastic weekend too!!!

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