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lihhelsing · 5 months
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“Can I ask you a question?” 
Stiles tried to keep a neutral face but the annoyance blooming on Derek’s expression was enough to make him pop a grin. 
“I hate you,” Derek said even though he didn’t mean it. Or at least Stiles hoped he didn’t mean it otherwise the fact that they were dating for almost a year now would be very weird. 
“But can I?” 
Derek huffed, “yes.”
“Do you think I’m cute?” 
Derek rolled his eyes and walked away before Stiles could stop him. 
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“Can I ask you a question?” 
There was no smiling this time. No mischievous laughter alongside the question. The question so he could ask a question. The infinite loop of everything that scared Stiles.
Derek wouldn’t meet his eyes. Stiles knew why. Knew Derek’s girlfriend was close by, standing by the cheese table chatting with a friend as Stiles watched his heart beat outside of his body in the shape of a grumpy man. 
Stiles didn’t mean to bump into Derek like that. He had no idea Derek and whatshername would be there at the party. But looking back at it, he should’ve known. He should’ve felt the dread filling up his body as he made his way into the party hearing the telltale laugh of the man whose heart he’d broken.
“Yes,” Derek said, eyes glued on the floor.
“Are you happy?” 
Derek walked away, the silence of Stiles’ unanswered question almost too much to bear. 
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“Can I-“
“Shut up,” Derek was looking ahead, hands wrapped around Stiles’ waist as if it was nothing. 
“But Derek I-“ 
“You’re drunk so you should keep your mouth shut.” 
Stiles had never in his life kept his mouth shut. Asking permission to ask a question, any question, was just an excuse to talk even more. To see the false annoyance on Derek’s face and know it was nothing more than pure affection. At least it was.
“I still have questions,” Stiles huffed. Maybe he really was drunk. 
“Of course you do.”
“You can’t stop me.” 
“Of course I can’t,” Derek replied, sounding more resigned than annoyed. 
Derek stopped moving and he propped Stiles’ body against a wall. The party was still in full swing outside this dark room and Stiles was feeling brave, especially with Derek’s hands around him. 
“Do you love her?”
Derek didn’t reply but it was like Stiles could feel him rolling his eyes.
“Stiles…” 
“Derek.” 
Derek sighed. “The answer is not what you think it is.”
Stiles frowned, confused. 
“Do you still wanna be with her?” 
“Fuck me.”
Stiles felt Derek’s grip tightening around his waist. Felt Derek take an impossible step closer until his chest was pressed against his. 
“Derek, can I-“
“Just ask the right question, Stiles.” 
Stiles’ head was spinning. He was definitely drunk and he didn’t even know there was a right question to be asked. He was just being annoying. Just trying to get Derek’s attention away from that girl and back to him. He had been scared, back then. Of how intense their relationship was. Of how his silly high school crush had become the man of his dreams right before his eyes. Of how everyone was always saying Derek and Stiles were a bad idea up until the moment Derek and Stiles started to seem like a good idea. A perfect one. 
Stiles had been scared of how serious everything felt all of a sudden.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
Stiles wasn’t sure why that was the question that popped into his head. He wasn’t sure he was the right one and for a second he thought he was too drunk for this. He felt Derek’s hands leaving his waist and thought that was it. He was done for. 
But then Derek’s hands were cupping his face instead and Derek was close. Too close. 
“What do you think?” Derek asked. 
“Thought I was the one asking questions,” Stiles replied, delighted to see the roll of Derek’s eyes. That meant Derek had come back from his indifference to the affectionate annoyance. 
“She’s my cousin, Stiles.”
Stiles’ world tilted. Then went back to its rightful place. 
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes.”
“Will you kiss me, then?” 
Derek huffed but he was smiling. He was pleased. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Stiles’. It was soft and chaste but it was enough to send a jolt of electricity everywhere on his body. Stiles let his hands wrap around Derek so he could pull him close. 
There were still too many questions he wanted to ask, but for now, he would keep his mouth busy with what really mattered. 
Written for the Spotify Wrapped challenge with the song Question...? by Taylor Swift for @bleedingoptimism (ily)
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mrsjellymunson · 11 days
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Turning P!nk
Written for the @steddiemicrofic April prompt ‘Fool’
WC: 454 | Rating: T | CW: none | tags: and then they were roommates, friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession (sort of), ficlet based on song lyrics
“So if you're too school for cool,
And you're treated like a fool-
Treated like a fool!”
Eddie watches as Steve, in his own world, folds laundry, singing along with one of his favourite tracks. He’s a little flat in places, probably because he’s wearing headphones, but he has a surprisingly nice singing voice, and is even doing the harmonies.
He’s bending his knees and wiggling his shoulders to the beat, but it’s when he starts swinging his hips in time that Eddie nearly loses it.
He’s the fool if he thinks he can carry on like this, sharing an apartment with his friend who he’s developed a massive crush on.
If only there was a way to tell him that didn’t involve, y’know, actually coming out and saying it…
A few weeks later Steve’s come to watch Corroded Coffin at The Hideout. He notices Eddie’s antsier than usual, hands running through and frizzing his hair, a crease between his eyebrows that Steve’s doesn’t often see. Unusually for him, he’s repeatedly checking in with the rest of the band, who are valiantly trying to chill him out, reassuring him that everything will be fine.
The gig goes really well, Eddie looking fantastic on the stage and absolutely killing it. Steve wonders whether he’ll ever get used to that. Seeing Eddie like this always makes him… feel things, things he hasn’t yet allowed himself to properly process.
Steve’s in the crowd, as usual hanging towards the back in his yellow polo so he can avoid the disparaging stares of some of the other patrons and the flailing limbs of the mosh pit.
He’s nodding his head and swaying a little, but he never lets go like he does at home.
They finish their standard set, and along with the rest of the crowd Steve claps and cheers and then starts to move away from the stage.
But to everyone’s surprise they start playing something else, Steve hearing the chords of a song he recognises.
Of course, the style is very different. It’s relentless, driving guitars and Gareth’s thumping drums, but it’s so familiar. And when Eddie starts singing, Steve can’t believe it.
“Right, right, turn off the lights,
We’re gonna lose our minds tonight,
What's the dealio?”
The band gives it their all, but Eddie especially. He’s scanning the crowd, seeking Steve, and when he sees him, laughing and dancing in the middle of the floor and smiling widely because it’s his favourite song, he smiles right back.
And at the end, where they’ve tweaked it so it’s literally just Eddie’s voice on the final two words, he sings them straight at Steve.
“Just come on and come on and, raise your glass,
For me…”
Tags: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx
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chrwrites · 6 months
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Day 28 - Fire
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Marinette likes Luka. 
She likes the way he laughs, and how safe and calm he makes her feel. 
She likes that he understands her, and the gentle way he encourages her instead of pressuring her.
She likes his music, and the way he looks so lost in it as he plays.
She likes his voice, and how comforting it is when she calls him late at night. 
And now, as Luka is adding more wood to the fireplace, Marinette admires the warm hue surrounding his face.
His jaw looks sharper in the dim light, and yet, his lips look the softest.
His blue messy hair stands out despite the warm colors in front of him, and the flickering light reflects in his eyes. They’re lighter than the usual deep blue Marinette likes to get lost in. 
His wide shoulders drop once he’s done, and when he turns Marinette’s breath is taken away. 
Luka tilts his head when he looks at her, his hand reaching for his cheek, “What? Is there something on my face?” he asks.
Marinette feels her cheeks burning, suddenly aware that she has been staring at him this whole time. 
“Uh? N-no” is all she manages to say.
Luka gives her one of his gentle smiles and gets up, grabbing another blanket and putting it around her shoulders.
“It should be warm enough now,” he says when he sits next to her. 
Marinette nods, and she feels like she doesn’t need any blanket to keep herself warm.
She should probably tell him. 
Marinette loves Luka. 
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quickspinner · 7 months
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Even Superheroes Need a Hand
Normally I don't do great with word count limits (or word count goals) but I thought the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers minific challenge might be a good chance to try getting some mojo back. Instead of checking my word count I did a timed sprint, but apparently I gave myself a little too much time because I still came out well above word count.
I also kind of fizzled out at the end, not sure exactly where to go (probably should have rewatched the NY special bus scene, but I was too lazy).
But, I figure any writing is better than no writing, right?
No edits, just brain dump.
Fictober prompt Day 1: "It's not too late, let's go."
Even Superheroes Need a Hand
She was panicking. She could feel it in the way her heart felt like it was shoving up into her throat and choking her, still beating wildly the whole time. She was so stupid, she knew better, why did this always happen, why couldn’t she be on time for just one day—
Think. She needed to think. Solve the problem, that’s what we do right? Marinette put one hand on her purse, but guilt stopped her. There had to be another solution, Tikki wouldn’t like it if she just—but what else was she supposed to do? A taxi—did she have enough money for a—
“Marinette?” 
Her head snapped up, and she found herself staring up at Luka, who was standing with one foot on the ground and the other still on the pedal of his bicycle. His brow furrowed in concern even as he looked at her. “Weren’t you supposed to go on your school trip today?” he asked. “I thought that’s why Juleka left early, to catch the bus.”
Marinette slumped, ashamed, and whipped her hand away from her purse to rub at the back of her head. “I—” Even as she stuttered out an explanation, she could see Luka taking in her suitcase and putting together what must have happened.
Her babbled explanation was cut off by the click of his kickstand as he got off of his bike. “Come on, it’s not too late, let’s go.”
“What? But Luka—” Marinette began protesting, even as Luka was loading her bag on the luggage rack. “You can’t ride all the way to the airport!” 
“I could try,” Luka grinned. “But I think I can catch the bus before it come to that. It couldn’t have left too long ago, right?” He was still moving, even as he was talking, and Marinette took the pink helmet he handed her without thinking.
“Luka, I can’t ask you to do that—” she began, but he was already straddling the bike again. She took the hand he offered without thinking, climbing onto the bike seat. “You can’t catch up to a bus—” 
“In this city?” Luka snorted. “Bet you I can. Hold on, though, it might not be the smoothest ride.” 
“This is insane,” Marinette moaned as she put her arms around his waist. “You’ll be late for school!”
Luka just shot a grin back at her and started the bike with a hefty push. “Here we go.” 
Marinette moaned to herself, and held on tighter. 
The ride was a blur. It was hard to see much beyond Luka’s back anyway, and between the crisis and the bump of the bike Marinette’s brain was too rattled to process what was going on. Luka whipped into alleys she hadn’t even known were there a heartbeat before he turned, and Marinette clamped her teeth to keep from squealing and distracting him. He didn’t have much breath for talk, anyway, and some corner of her mind found the time to be impressed, not only at how well he knew the city’s back ways, but at the way he was thinking on the fly to find them a route that would, she hoped, eventually intersect the bus. Then they hit another bump and Marinette squeezed her eyes shut, clinging to Luka and praying for heavy traffic on the main roads.
“We’re going to make it,” he told her as her hands tightened on his shirt. “Don’t worry.” 
Marinette laughed weakly, and as a downhill slope gave him a chance to glide, he looked over his shoulder and shot her a reassuring smile. 
She had to smile back.
She was too overwhelmed in the moment to take in everything that was happening, but that night, she would call him, babbling apologies, promising him pastries, and anxiously asking how long it had taken him to get home. He laughed at her concerns, admitted he was a little sore but he had taken his time getting home, stopping by some shops in that area of the city. He’d gotten his mom to call him in sick, so as long as his classmates didn’t rat him out, he wouldn’t be in too much trouble. 
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LBSC Minific Challenge October 2023
Welcome to the LBSC Minific Challenge! This challenge will begin October 1, 2023, but we're posting the information now so that if you want to start thinking (or writing) now, you can.
Write a Lukanette minific of 50, 100, 250 words, or do a piece of Lukanette art work (we’re thinking in the spirit of inktober, but whatever feels appropriate to you), and tag us in your finished work. We’ll reblog it on the LBSC blog and you can add AO3 works to our AO3 minific collection. 
We’ve collected a few prompt lists from around the internet you can use, but feel free to make or choose your own, or mix and match as you choose!
Fictober 2023 Prompts
Angstober 2023 Prompts
Flufftober 2023 Prompts (1)
Flufftober 2023 Prompts (2)
Dystober 2023 Prompts
As always, you can do as few or as many as you like, in whatever order you like, and here’s a little reminder of our attitude towards rules (tldr; do what inspires you, even if it breaks the rules)
You can join our LBSC Events discord server for encouragement and ideas (but this is totally optional in both directions - you don’t have to join to participate in the challenge, and you don’t have to participate in the challenge to join the server; you can join just for lukanette socializing, news on lbsc events, and general cheerleading), and if you have any questions you can leave a message in our ask box!
NSFW prompt fills are permitted as long as all characters are of age and it is appropriately tagged.
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nerdypanda3126 · 1 year
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I Can Fix This – Masterlist
This was written for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers August 2022 Minific Challenge. All of these can also be found under the “fic title: I can fix this” tag on my blog, but since tumblr is silly, I’ve also compiled them all here in case some of the links don’t show up or are broken. 
Day 1: Rainstorm | Day 2: Boat | Day 3: Fire Pit | Day 4: Handmade Gift | Day 5: Second Date | Day 6: Crying | Day 7: Picnic and an Outdoor Movie | Day 8: Food Truck | Day 9: Sprinkler | Day 10: Hot cup of tea 
Option A (Canon Compliant/Related)
Day 11: Late Night | Day 12: Baking | Day 13: Good Luck | Day 14: Night Under the Stars | Day 15: Um... What is that? | Day 16: Poetry | Day 17: Wind Chimes | Day 18: Ocean | Day 19: Embarrassment | Day 20: Important Announcement | Day 21: Milkshake | Day 22: Sidewalk Chalk | Day 23: Distracted | Day 24: Fight | Day 25: Oversized Hoodie | Day 26: Rooftop | Day 27: Dried Flowers | Day 28: Cinnamon | Day 29: Soft Kisses | Day 30: Sunrise | Day 31: First Time Holding Hands
Option B (Just Kiss) 
Day 11: Late Night | Day 12: Baking | Day 13: Good Luck | Day 14: Night Under the Stars | Day 15: Um... What is that? | Day 16: Poetry | Day 17: Wind Chimes | Day 18: The Ocean | Day 19: Embarrassment | Day 20: Important Announcement | Day 21: Milkshake | Day 22: Sidewalk Chalk | Day 23: Distracted | Day 24: Fight | Day 25: Oversized Hoodie | Day 26: Rooftop | Day 27: Dried Flowers | Day 28: Cinnamon | Day 29: Soft Kisses | Day 30: Sunrise | Day 31: First Time Holding Hands | Epilogue
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lucifugousart · 10 months
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"Wish we could stay here forever"
Meryons drabble, 282 words
(Prompt: "Things you said under the stars and in the grass")
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lihhelsing · 5 months
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Should we do that over here too? Ask away a number and a ship for a minific 🫶
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mrsjellymunson · 5 months
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Find Me
⭐️ I realised as I posted this that I’ve just reached 100 followers! 😃😍 So, welcome to my 100 followers celebration 🫶👏🥂 It seems appropriate to be posting a @steddiemicrofic for this, as the first writing I shared was for the first microfic challenge, thanks in no small part to the support and encouragement I received from the organisers, so thank you ⭐️
For the @steddiemicrofic November prompt ‘Rest’
WC: 387 | Rated: M | CW: Upside Down, injuries/blood, implied character demise, I made myself cry writing this, make of that what you will | Tags: Steddie, Steddie microfic, Upside Down, love confession.
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Steve skids to a halt next to Eddie’s unmoving body, scanning him quickly, not knowing where to even start, deciding the huge gash on Eddie’s neck is as good a place as any and placing some of the cloths he’s brought from Eddie’s trailer on the gaping wound.
Eddie stirs a little, groaning.
“Oh, thank fuck, man, we thought we’d lost you.”
“Harrington? What the fuck?”
Eddie’s voice is hoarse and cracking.
“Don’t talk, man, save your strength.”
Steve bundles more rags against the gashes in Eddie’s side and chest.
“Can you move?”
He tries to help Eddie sit up, but he wails in pain.
“Okay, you’re not getting up just yet.”
“Steve, just sit with me, yeah? Lemme get my strength back.”
He pauses a moment.
“Cheer me up? Tell me a secret, a real Harrington doozy.”
Steve clears his throat.
“Well, I have a secret crush. Is that enough for ya?”
Eddie manages a weak smile.
“That’s perfect. Watcha got, big boy?”
“Well, it’s a guy, and I haven’t known him all that long. He’s cute, funny, super-smart. Caring, loyal to a fault. And right now? He’s actually kind of a hero…”
“Oh yeah? Doesn’t sound like anyone I know…”
Steve looks Eddie dead in the eyes, replying, softly,
“No? I think you know him quite well, actually.”
Eddie swallows, eyes searching Steve’s face.
“So you see, I’ve gotta get you outta here. I want you to know the person everyone sees in him that he can’t see in himself.”
Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, and Steve grabs back, responding,
“I’m gonna get you outta here, man.”
Eddie moves to sit up again, but only manages to raise his torso a couple of inches before he slumps back, the cloths on his sides turning redder and his muscles refusing to comply.
“Hey, take it easy, don’t try to do too much at once, okay?”
Eddie replies,
“I’ll be fine, man.”
But Steve knows Eddie will not be fine. Eddie grip on Steve’s hand is weakening, and the wounds on his chest are leaking more blood.
“Eddie, I’m gonna carry you.”
Tears streak Steve’s face, clearing wet rivulets through the grime.
“Nah, Steve, just gimme another minute.”
His voice is thready and his breath is becoming shallow.
“I need a rest, man. I just need to rest…”
Thanks so much for reading 🖤
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trixxiephantomhive · 2 years
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August Minific Challenge Day 16
Prompt: “Can I hold your hand?”
Word Count: 283
@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers
A rainy night where Marinette can’t help but wonder why Luka is standing outside in the cold weather. 
Marinette looks out her window into the pouring rain, and sees a figure standing in the street. This person, something just seems off about them. Sad, or Lonely. 
She goes down and out the bakery door. She walks up and sees it’s Luka, one of her friend’s older brother. A boy she’s grown a bit of a crush on. 
“Luka?” She calls out, and he turns his head to look at her. 
“Hey, what are you doing in the rain?” He asks. 
“I came out because I saw you, why are you out here?” She looks him up and down and her eyes are drawn to his simple grey t-shirt soaked from the rain, and his tired eyes looking to be long past ready for a nap. “Do you want to come inside?” She asks, gesturing over to her house, the bakery door still open, caught in the wind. 
“Okay” He calls out as she starts to run back towards the building. He follows her and they head up to her bedroom. 
“Luka, What are you doing in the rain?  and please let me get you something else to wear.” 
“I just felt like it?.. And I guess.”
Marinette leaves him alone and gets a pair of pyjamas from her older and quite absent older brother’s left over things, assuming they’ll fit, since he would’ve been a bit bigger than Luka is when he left. 
He gets up and changes, throwing his stuff into the dryer as well. 
“Hey Luka, are you okay?’
“I think so, I guess everything has just been too much lately…” Luka sighs and sits on the floor. Marinette kneels down and then sits next to him, glancing over. 
“Luka, Can I hold your hand?”
“Yeah..” Luka whispers back at her, his mind already shutting down for sleep, she takes his hand in her own and just smiles at the moment, hoping this can mean something for them in the future. 
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chrwrites · 7 months
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Day 27 - Sword
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“What am I supposed to do with a sword?” Ladybug muttered to herself as she inspected the polka dotted object that had fallen into her hands, trying to think how it would be useful in the battle.  
“Ladybug!” there was a scream, and the heroine was pushed away from the blast coming from the akuma, Viperion taking the hit instead of her.  
The sword clattered on the ground by her side, her fingers had gone numb at the sight of the snake hero on the ground.  
“Viper–” she whispered weakly when she kneeled beside him. His chest was rising slowly, and he winced when he raised one finger to shut her up. 
“Don’t worry about me, Bug,” he rasped out weakly.
Ladybug bit her trembling lip, taking in a breath before she grabbed the sword and faced the akuma.
She’ll save him.
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myreia · 2 months
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That's a wrap on Febhyurary!
I'm a bit late since I got behind due to life events, but I'm really happy I completed the challenge. I haven't done a gpose challenge like this before, so it was fun working off the prompts and conceptualizing different ideas. I tried to strike a balance between scenes and aesthetic impressions, but I think I definitely leaned more towards scene work in the end. Adding the minifics was delightful, and I had just as much fun writing those as I did making the gposes.
I think I leaned a little more into my Wolcred ship than I intended initially (got Thancred spinning pretty hard around my brain in the back half of February, as you do, so - not surprising!!). I'm really happy with how this series became a snapshot of Aureia's 10 year journey from pre-ARR to post-ENW. I'll be posting these as a series on AO3 in a little bit, reorganized in chronological order.
The whole series can be found here under my febhyurary 2024 tag.
Thanks to @mythandral for sharing eliara_wol's prompt list from twitter!
Some personal favourites:
✦ Day 2: Faith ✦ Day 7: Voice ✦ Day 9: Sun ✦ Day 10: Dragon ✦ Day 13: What If…? ✦ Day 14: Date ✦ Day 16: Secret ✦ Day 19: Memory ✦ Day 20: Primal ✦ Day 21: Season ✦ Day 23: Enemy ✦ Day 27: Journey ✦ Day 28: New Adventure
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LBSC October 2023 Minific Challenge - Part 2
Huge thanks and kudos to those who participated in our October Minific Challenge! It's a record-setting day for LBSC - there were so many minifics, we had to split the summary post into two parts! We hope both writers and readers enjoyed the challenge. You can always join us on discord for more challenges and cheerleading, or just to hang out. You can also see the results of this and previous minific challenges at our AO3 collection.
From @rosebrided: Moonlit Melody
From @verfound: Autumn | Many | Hidden | Ghost Family | Circus | Tiny | Cats and Bats | Under the Bed | Funeral | Full Moon | Folklore | Skeleghost | Burn | Mushroom | Pattern | Two-Headed | Garden | Magic Mirror | Space Ghost | Drowned | Ghost Animal | Giant | Library | You as a Ghost | Doll | Seance | Forest | Rotting | Halloween Ball | Haunted | Trick or Treat
From @quickspinner: Even a Superhero Needs a Hand | Some Other Timeline
Part 1
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ainyan · 1 year
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Questions to Provoke Thought
I like being asked questions about my OCs. I like being given prompts for flash fiction. They help me think and help me grow and they help me share something I’m passionate about - the stories and characters I’ve created. This post is to compile a list of the different prompts and questions I’ve come across, and I will update it as I find more. Feel free to ask me anything or borrow them for yourself. I’ve tried to link to the original (as far as I can tell) to make sure that the maker gets the credit. :)
This list is frequently updated. Check here to see if you have the latest!
Prompts and Sentence Starters
Humorous Writing Prompts
Fun Trope Combos
Kiss Roulette
Assorted Question Prompts
Twenty-Four Touches
Another Kiss Prompt
Prompts for Lavish Balls, Parties, and Secrets
Gentleness Actions Prompts
Prompts for Commands and Demands
Bad Morning Prompts
Friends Prompt Challenge
Soulmate AU Prompts
Prompts for Sharing a Bed
Kiss and Tell Prompts
Two-Word Prompts
Cuddle and Snuggle Prompts
Difficult Recovery Prompts
*Don’t Starters
Hurt/Comfort Prompts
Flirty Training/Sparring/Injury Prompts
Non-Verbal Love Writing Prompts
‘Broken Iris’ Sentence Starters
Love Language Prompts
Touching Tenderly Prompts
Written Notes Prompts
Touching Prompts
Touch Prompts
Question Prompts
One-Word Prompts
Outcast/Runaway Sentence Starters
Tol and Smol Prompts
Micro-Story Prompts
Compliment Sentence Starters
First Meeting Sentence Starters
Do Revenge
Kiss Prompts
OT3 Prompts
December Prompts
Variety of Writing Prompts
One Word Prompt & Genre
Non-Sexual Forms of Intimacy
Relationship/Friendship/SFW Sex Specific Ask Memes
OTP Questions
Polyamorous Ship Asks
Vanilla Sunday Asks
OC Questions on Friendships and Companionship
Couple Questions
Ship Opinion Bingo
Friendship Shipping Meme
Ship Ask Game - The Basics
Valentine’s Day Questions for Relationships
OC Questions on the 7 forms of Love
Ask About Family
Ship Questions Redux
Not-so-SFW OC Asks/Prompts
Sinday Sunday Asks
Sinday Asks
Smut Dialogue Prompts
OC Ask Memes
Choose Violence Ask Game
In-Depth Headcanon Questions
Misc. Ask Meme
Little OC Creation Ask List
Edgy OC Ask Meme
FFXIV Culture and Geography Asks
Studio Ghibli Ask Game
Pride Themed OC Ask Game
30 Totally Random Get to Know You Character Asks
100 Random Character Development Asks
Stat Attribute Asks
Flowery OC Asks
Resident Evil Themed Asks
Tarot-Card OC Asks
Colorful Interview Questions
If Your OC was an NPC Asks
SW:TOR Character Ask Meme
Cocktail OC Asks
Basic OC Asks
Battery Percentage Meme
OC Asks
Random Headcanon Meme
Yet Another OC Ask Game
Pink-Themed Asks
Vanilla Sunday Meme
Wholesome OC Ask Memes
Send a Playing Card
Headcanon Memes, Comfort Character Edition
Super Detailed Asks
OC vs. Villain Asks
Character Design Asks
Character Development: Hard Mode
Odd OC Asks
People My Muse Knows
OC Emoji Asks
Weirdly Specific Questions
Uncommon OC Asks
Random OC Asks
OC/WoL Interview Asks
Piping Hot OC Asks
Headcanon by Number
Starlight Celebration Asks
Misc. Ask Meme
FFXIV Ask Memes [WoL]
Heraldic OC Questions
Childhood Asks
Emoji Character Asks
Some Character Questions
Capital Virtues OC Asks
OC Question Generator
FFXIV Deity Asks
FFXIV Screenshot Meme
SFW Alphabet Ask Meme
Headcanon Meme
Headcanon: Send me a Symbol
OTP Asks
More OTP Asks
Games and Single-Question Memes
Ship Opinion Bingo
Send △ and Ask An Invasive OC Question
Sinday Rumors (potentially NSFW)
Music Playlist Minific Game
Sinday Asks/Prompts
Friendship Ask Game
Friend or No?
Send Me 🔥 For an Unpopular Opinion
Author Ask Memes
25 Questions for the Writer
Let’s Get Real Fiction Writer Asks
Questions for Fic Writers
Gemstone-themed Writeblr Asks
Ask Game for Fanfic Writers
Colorful Writeblr Asks
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I Can Fix This (Just Kiss)
This is for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers 2022 August Minific Challenge. 
So my minific Challenge I Can Fix This split into two paths while I was writing, so this became a Choose Your Own Ending scenario 😅 This one still moves in tandem with canon, but removes the lukanette breakup and has a totally different outcome. 
Marinette made Luka a hoodie, but it doesn't fit like he expected it to.
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Day 25: Oversized Hoodie
Luka tried not to laugh as the sleeves of the hoodie Marinette had made him flopped over his fingertips and the hem settled around his mid-thigh. He was drowning in navy fabric, although he had to admit the Sherpa she’d lined it with was cozy and would’ve made a nice blanket.
He just didn’t think she’d accidentally make him a blanket instead of a hoodie. 
“It’s… big…” he managed, chuckling. “I thought you took my measurements?” 
“I did,” she answered absently. He expected her to start pinning the fabric back, adjusting, marking, but she wore a satisfied smile as she touched the seams, like everything was exactly how it should be. She stroked the embroidery over his heart fondly. It was of a friendly cartoon snake looking cross-eyed at a ladybug on its nose. The snake bore some resemblance to a familiar kwami, which made him smile. 
“It’s perfect,” she sighed. “Exactly what I sketched.” 
He flapped a sleeve at her pointedly. “I’m glad it came out the way you wanted, but Mari—” 
He stopped protesting—stopped breathing, really—when she giggled and ducked under the hem, then started wiggling her way up. His heart was racing under his thin t-shirt as she used her hands on his body to guide her. When her head poked out of what he’d thought had been an excessively loose neckline, he realized the hoodie now fit snugly around them both. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled into him. 
“See? Perfect.”
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