#pls send prompts

[everlarkism]

cleared my inbox, so if you have any prompt ideas for oneshots or multi chapter fics for everlark, let me know 🤭

#pls send prompts #thg #the hunger games #angst is my strongsuit #everlark

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

hestia's anniversary is on monday, so please please please send me prompts or asks about her that i can answer!!!

i really want to write things for her, but i literally have no clue what to write 😭😭 i've already rewritten her poem, though, which i'm very excited to post!!

#hestia the hearth cat #pls send prompts #can be for tumbletta or platonic!!!! #like i'm dying to talk more abt her and tugger and misto <3 #cats the musical

[panevanbuckley]

soulmate au where your soulmate's thoughts appear on your skin except your soulmate has adhd and your body becomes a living canvas of nonsensical, never-ending, constantly entertaining trails of thought

#like out of all the soulmate aus i always found the 'thoughts on skin' one most unrealistic #because my damn brain never shuts up! there's no way my soulmate would just be getting one random thought appear on them 😭 #imagine your otp #soulmate au #writing prompt #drarry #wolfstar #jegulus #buddie #lestappen #maxiel #landoscar #sebchal #martian #sambucky #sterek #IF ANYBODY WRITES OR FINDS A FIC LIKE THIS FOR ANY OF <<THESE SHIPS PLS PLS SEND MY WAY 🙏

[an-au-blog]

I am disgusted by how little shuggy content there is out there... so here's my drop in the ocean:

King/Emperor Shanks who is far too attached to his jester. Everyone sees it and it's so confusing because one second Shanks will be discussing war plans and looks like he's about to kill someone. And the next he's smiling like a kid in a candy store because the clown stumbled into the room because he was at the door, trying to eavesdrop. What's even odder - the king doesn't kill him for it, no jail, not even shooing him away. He makes him sit next to him (only because Buggy refused to sit in his lap) so he can hear them better. What's even more worrying is that he considers the jester's opinions on such matters.

The king had two addictions and only they could make him truly laugh and smile (other than his nephews). Alcohol, which he would be found consuming nearly all the time. And Buggy the jester. He didn't even have to be funny, he was just angrily shouting at the king most of the time and yet the king seemed to enjoy his company the most.

nsfw implantations under separation line:

Behind closed doors, when he isn't keeping his jester under him, the king is almost always on his knees. Buggy may be a jester in the court but in his king's sheets, he's no less than a queen.

Shanks has asked for his hand more than once but Buggy could never accept. Being the king's lover out in the open meant a life of fear. And how could he take the hand of a man who he can reduce to a dog, who do willingly proposed they run away together.

So Buggy felt like a hostage. Not because of power imbalance between a king and a jester. But one of a man ready to throw away his kingdom without hesitation for a jester who promised himself to never let that happen. Therefore Buggy kept him on his knees like a common whore. Wailing and hauling for him.

The anger at the king who made his duties Buggy's responsibilities kept on boiling.

#one piece shuggy #shuggy #shanks x buggy #shuggy au #royalty au #fanfic prompt #fanfiction ideas #fanfic ideas up for adoption #here for the taking yk #idc go wild #just send me a link after so i can read pls #op

[nightdrawz]

May I kindly request with upmost respect that you please draw yellow x blue?

My soul would be forever in your dept if you could do so.

Kind regards,

Yellow x Blue enjoyer.

YES A MILLION TIMEZ!

I will never shut up about them ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝

#THEY ARE SUCH CUTIE PATOOTIES!! #PLS SEND MORE REQUESTS AB THEM :3 #or ideas/prompts :p #alan becker #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft #ava fanart #avm fanart #ava blue #avm blue #ava yellow #avm yellow #yellow x blue #my art #art #artists on tumblr #art requests #nightdrawz

[bignostalgias]

don’t look at me pt 2

#on this earth to post cringe eat hot chip and cry #mine #frostcup #rotbtd #hijack #jackycup #I have a day off tomorrow so if you’re so inclined pls send me a number from the kiss/touch prompt list! ✌️

[anxietycryptidthetherian]

I want to WRITE but I don’t know WHAT to WRITE

#Writing #writing prompt #writing community #writing inspiration #on writing #creative writing #writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my bones shouldn’t glow but they do 🩻 #help #send help #pls help #please help #what do i do #why

[miakate-writes]

I’m not sure if prompts are still open, but if they are, how about pining/unreciprocated?

Pining x unreciprocated prompts 🥀🫀

the saddest trope in my opinion

A has loved B for years, B knows that

B tries to distance themself so they don't accidentally lead A on, they don't want to be the asshole

A keeps attaching themselves to B at every opportunity they can, but B is just trying to seem mildly uninterested

B knows how much A likes them and it almost breaks their heart bc B doesn’t know why they don’t like A back

they want to like A back, but they just can’t

A isn’t a bad person, don’t get me wrong, B just doesn’t like them, it’s as simple as that

#pining #unreciprocated love #unrequited love prompts #unrequited love #unrequited feelings #unrequited crush #unrequited romance #unrequited affection #unrequited pining #unrequited infatuations #romance prompts #angst prompts #romance angst #friends to lovers angst #angst writing prompts #angst writing #unrequited crush prompts #mia kate’s asks #pls send asks #asks answered #writing prompts #book tumblr #writing #dialogue prompts #friends to lovers #bookblr #writer #friends to lovers prompts #writerblr

[hurtthemgently]

Hurt your whumpee prompt list, number plus character, you all know the deal

Purely for whump fiction.

Sound torture

Sensory deprivation

Sleep deprivation

Whip them

Use a riding crop

Grab their hair

Gel electrodes

Taser

Car charger

Cattle prod

Drug them with a sedative

Drug them with a stimulant

Inject something painful

Make sure they see the syringe

Drowning

Waterboarding

Clamp a hand over their nose and mouth

Put them in an air controlled chamber and take out the air

Stress position

Lock them in a freezer

Pour ice water on them

Pour boiling water on them

Burn them

Brand them

Give them a new tattoo

Give them a new piercing

Break their wrist

Leave them hanging by the wrists

Slowly trail a knife across them

Cut them deep

Kick them while they’re down

Knee them in the stomach

Knock their head into something

Grab them by the lapels of their shirt

Shove their back against the wall

#whump prompt list #send a number plus a character #pls don’t let this break containment tho #needle mention #cold whump #tw torture #electrocution tw #non con body modification #manhandling tw #I’ve been wanting to make one of these for a while #mostly just a list of stuff I’m comfortable writing tho

[josibunn]

rory culkin is already really hairy (from what i’ve seen [his arms]) but my god I feel like kappa is soo hairy…mile long happy trail…curly pubes…really hair man chest….leg hair that looks like baby hairs…i’m salivating like I love hairy men

I forgot who said it in the community but someone said he had nipple piercings and I genuienly always think of that. like do you think he’d have bars or rings? some bars would be so hot on him oh my god stop I wanna suck on his boobs

#sorry bout that last part #he’s so fine wtf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #kappa prompt #send me kappa hcs pls #kappa rory culkin

[stunfiskz]

#this has probably been made before but. thinking abt it. sighs. #will never forget that me making a post of courtney w the lesbian and aro flag prompted someone to send me asks about how i wasn’t actually #aro and just hated myself that set me back like 2 years with that internalized hatred for it LOL. #pls just. god. not everyone who is aro is ace. please be normal about that fact. glee bless. etc. #txt

[mishajensendestiel]

Anyone have any aziracrow prompts for me? I LOVE Crowley and Aziraphale but I cannot think what to write.

#send help #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #crowley #aziraphale #writing prompt #dialogue prompts #smut #fluff #angst with a happy ending #light angst #idk what i’m doing #pls help

[astaraels]

I've got so many things I wanna write for femslash February—fem gallavich, sebbie, svet/mandy, maybe even some mandy/karen...these ladies need some love!!!

if I had any organizing abilities I'd try to get some kind of shameless femslash thing going but if anyone wants to join me in making this happen let's fuckin do it, femslash makes the world go 'round <3

tagging some people who might be interested in this or who at least might wanna spread the word @callivich @m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @lovekenney @echosluvr @zapazai

#if anyone wants to send me prompts or suggestions or s/t pls feel free I've got the itch to write but not much more than nebulous concepts #I'm so glad the people I follow and who follow me understand the vision I know I'm in the right corner of fandom when people love the ladie

[glaivenoct]

NyxNoct prompt! “Do you ever think about us?”

Across This Life & The Next Rating: T Words: 2,234 Tags: Mindless Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Late Night Convos, Existentialism

Summary: “Ignore what I said. About other universes and all that. I’m just restless.”

“You are the most honest when you’re restless usually.” Nyx says, running a thumb over the knuckle of Noct’s pointer finger. “I don’t think it’s all that crazy, though.”

“You don’t?” Noct tilts his head on Nyx’s shoulder to look up at him.

Between the ocean and the stars, Noctis and Nyx ponder the concept of lifetimes beyond their current one.

(Notes: This prompt has been collecting dust for actual YEARS, but better late than never right?)

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“Do you ever think about us?”

Nyx pauses in his steps, tilting his head to one side and blinking curiously at Noctis’ back. The Prince sits near the edge of the lighthouse’s balcony, comfortably bundled by a large blanket around his shoulders, legs slipped through the metal bars so his slippered feet dangle casually through the brisk night breeze. He stares out at the gentle flutter of the Cygillian’s ocean waves as though he’s mesmerized by the constant push and pull, or perhaps the way the moonlight speckles across the surface like a treasure trove of diamonds. 

Nyx stands a mere few steps from Noctis’ side, eyes stuck on his back and the sway of the ends of his dark hair in the wind. It’s far beyond a suitable bedtime for either of them, but Nyx can’t seem to find the will to bother trying to urge Noctis back to bed with him. Not on a night like this where he can take in the captivating view with an equally captivating Prince. 

“About us?” Nyx repeats, pulling his hands from his hoodie pockets as he takes those last few steps. He sits down next to Noctis, crossing his legs under himself. “Not sure if I’m following you, Noct.”

Noctis purses his lips and makes a contemplative hum. His head tilts slightly back, eyes following the horizon, to the stars, and then the moon. 

“Like...” There’s a subtle pinch between his brows. “Do you think there’s other universes out there… and that we’re in them together?”

Nyx’s lips part as he processes Noctis’ questions in his head. There are few things or people that are occasionally capable of leaving Nyx speechless and lacking some form of sharp wit in a relatively quick manner. Of course, Noctis is one of those people and he’s just done it again. Nyx finds himself stuck between two different gut reactions: a soft but fond laugh or simply asking Noctis if he’s okay. 

He smiles fondly instead, bumping Noct’s shoulder with his. 

“What kind of comics have you been reading lately?”

(The rest on ao3) (Reblogs would be really, really appreciated <3)

#nyxnoct #author entries: fics #noctis lucis caleum #nyx ulric #ffxv fic #i wrote this in two days idk how #it's also not what I was supposed to be working on but im not complaining #aithilin probably doesn't even remember sending me this prompt and that's valid bc I can't say for sure how many years its sat in my inbox #also pls note this is hella self indulgent

[stxrslxt]

sigh.... jj is so pretty. he is so cute and handsome and he'd totally cream his pants from being called pretty. he's been called hot and handsome and sexy but pretty? yeah he's done for if you call him that -🌸

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the first time u ever called him pretty it would just be totally random. like u we’re going somewhere slightly more formal so he had to clean up.

n just before leaving u’d kiss him on the nose n murmur “you look so pretty,” a sweet smile on ur face.

“what?” he’d immediately look away. worried that u’d see the sudden blush in his cheeks.

“said you’re prettyyy” u’d coo, becoming overly sweet upon the realisation that it actually tickled him somehow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he’d fumble to start the car n then the rest of the drive would be awkwardly silent.

once u knew that it got to him, u used it to such an extent that it was getting hard for him to be pissed off at u.

u’d leave little notes on the mirror, n u’d purposefully say it infront of his friends to embarrass him.

n then one day ur fighting over the last Oreo biscuit. n u decide to pull the card uve been waiting to pull.

“I’ll give you the cookie if you admit you like being called pretty.” you say with a straight face.

he’d laugh “oh no. absolutely not.” he’d run forward n try to snatch the biscuit from u.

u’d just tut n bring the confection towards ur mouth. “say it maybank. Or the cookie gets it!”

he’d have a look of momentary panic. “Fine fine! I like it when you call me pretty. makes me get butterflies” he says, looking down as he spoke, his voice trailing off.

“awhhh. here you go pretty.” u’d coo n hand him the cookie before kissing him on the cheek n scuttling off.

⋆˙⟡♡

#🌸 anon ♡ #jj maybank prompt #pls send in more prompts I need to write something rn #stxrslut writes

[inkykeiji]

Cant stop thinking about 26. Sickness + flawless!Tomura

prompt: sickness warnings: daddy kink without the kinkiness, mention of drugs, tomu is a brat as always words: 832

A stifled sigh sits heavy and stagnant in Kurogiri’s chest, tender hands rearranging the damp washcloth folded over Tomura’s forehead, fingers brushing back stray strands of silver. A beep sounds from within his pocket, and he reaches for the thermometer shoved in Tomura’s mouth, glass clicking against his teeth as Kurogiri removes it, that suppressed sigh finally escaping his nostrils. 

A fever of 101 degrees.

“I’m fine,” Tomura snaps, but it comes out as more of a whine, stringy and petulant. “Just gimme another bump and I’ll be good as new, promise.” 

“This isn’t a cocaine withdrawal, Tomura,” Kurogiri says sharply, narrowed eyes glancing at his charge for a moment before refocusing on the glass thermometer between his fingers. “Though you’re going to get one of those, too, if this sickness progresses.” 

“What?” 

“You’re ill,” Kurogiri responds flatly. “A virus of some sort is my guess, though I’ll have Doctor Garaki stop by immediately to confirm.”  

“No,” Tomura groans out the word long and drawn, head banging against the pillow, fluffy silver tufts bouncing with the motion. “Not that quack again.” 

“He’ll be here in an hour or less.” 

Despite Tomura’s protests, Doctor Garaki does arrive in under an hour, murmuring to a grumbling Tomura that he’ll only be a moment, and verifies Kurogiri’s suspicions within fifteen minutes. 

“It is, indeed, a virus,” he tells you as he closes the door to Tomura’s bedroom. “Nothing to be too concerned about; it should sort itself out in a few days or so. Lots of rest, lots of fluids. If his fever climbs any higher, call an ambulance.” 

On the other side of the door, Tomura lays restless in his bed, legs twitching and tangled in the heavy comforter, face scrunched in irritated discomfort as he shifts, flopping from his back onto his side with more aggression than necessary.

“Baby,” he whimpers when he notices you’ve entered, arms outstretched and yearning, a deep pout etched into his face. “Come cuddle with Daddy.” 

You do as your told, ever his good girl, supposing that even Daddies need comfort from their little babies from time to time, too. 

He latches onto you the moment you’re close enough, pulling you down and hugging you to his chest, his own personal teddy. He doesn’t look well, eyes sunken and encased in a sickly purple, normally chapped lips cracked open and embellished with dried blood, skin sallow and clammy, having lost most of it’s natural colour. Clumps of silver, damp with cold sweat, cling to his forehead, teeth chattering together delicately, jaw flexing as he tries to stifle the movement. 

Frowning, your fingers find the hinges of his jaw, rubbing gentle circles into them. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like shit,” he huffs, nose scrunching up. “I hate this. My whole body fucking hurts; I feel like someone took a sledgehammer to my bones and smashed them to bits.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, sighing a little as you feel his muscles loosen beneath your touch. “How can I help?” 

“Just...Stay here with me,” he murmurs, voice having already lost its caustic edge, exhaustion seeping through his words and turning them wispy. “Jus’want you close.”

And so, you do. 

Kurogiri is awe-inspiring in his ability to anticipate Tomura’s every want and need, a skill honed and sharpened to perfection over years of nurturing and raising the man, brewing a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup in addition to a whole pitcher of lemonade—a desperate attempt to keep Tomura adequately hydrated, since he refuses to drink plain water, vehemently claiming that it tastes like poison, face screwing up dramatically every time you or Kurogiri succeed in getting him to take a sip.

Even as Tomura’s brattiness intensifies with the worsening of his illness, Kurogiri stays mostly unperturbed, a special type of fondness saturating his features, laced with the slightest hint of typical exasperation. His tired eyes are kind, his soothing voice stern yet soft around the edges, his slim fingers gentle as they fluff pillows and pat sweat and tip glasses to withering lips.

You want to help, too, but Tomura won’t let you, demanding that you stay in bed with him and tend to his more pressing needs—massaging his throbbing temples and running delicate fingers through his now stringy hair and tracing nonsensical patterns across his sticky skin, tender ministrations smoothing out ragged breathing and hushing down sulky complaints.

Kurogiri promises you that it’s fine—he’s alright, he doesn’t need any assistance, really—and claims that you’re doing more good than he ever could with just your placating presence alone, lulling a grousing Tomura into a state of liminality, half-conscious and wavering between states of aching insomnia and fitful sleep.

“This is the calmest I’ve ever seen him while sick,” Kurogiri admits to you, voice barely above a whisper, as Tomura sleeps with his head in your lap. “Honestly, it makes caring for him abundantly easier. You’re the best medicine the Doctor could have prescribed.”

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki tomura fluff #thank you for sending in a prompt anon!!! i really appreciate it!! #pls enjoy this hehe he's so cute #have a wonderful tuesday n stay safe! #flawless universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.prompts