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scealaiscoite · 11 months
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pride month prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱
— “i know you’re pretty private about your identity, but i was wondering if you’d like to something small with me just to mark the occasion?”
— “i found this with your flag on it, and it made me think of you.”
— “the parade is on this weekend, do you think you’d like to go with me?”
— “did you really get a rainbow bandana for the dog/cat?”
— “last year you got plastered and sang lady gaga for an hour straight at karaoke, so i can’t wait to see what this year holds.”
— “i’ll never need a reason to show the world how much i love you.”
— “i understand that you want to be supportive and i appreciate that, but is covering the house in pride flag bunting really the way to go?”
— “come on, it’s just a drag brunch! who doesn’t like drag brunches?!”
— “i was thinking we could go out somewhere nice for date night this week. you know, just for the month that’s in it.”
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forpiratereasons · 11 months
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meeting stede bonnet
a slow meandering through June. third prompt: discover!
day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | day 7 | day 8 | day 9 | day 10
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Obviously, Stede found men attractive.
This was the gay part of the thought, I’m gay. Perhaps even the defining feature of it. Despite having only allowed himself that thought several days prior, Stede was not exactly surprised to discover that attraction to men was part and parcel.
Hugh Grant was attractive, for example. Richard Armitage was attractive. That bloke on the telly at six on Sundays doing the weather was attractive.
Not a problem, Stede had thought. Men! Hands and shoulders, body hair and the napes of necks. Fantastic.
The thing was, though: Stede was not in any danger of meeting Hugh Grant.
Stede was very much in danger, at this moment, of meeting the man in leather trousers and a cropped shirt queuing in front of him at the hot dog stand.
His heart hammered in his chest. His palms were sweaty. Was there some—some protocol he didn’t know? To finding men attractive in real life?
Not that he intended to act on it, not here and now in the hot dog line, but just  looking, at the hands and the long beautiful neck and skin full of tattoos and not instantly turning away—it was breath-taking, it was chest-crushing, it was—it was—
“Next!”
It was Stede’s turn.  
“Er,” he said intelligently, trying not to watch Leather Trousers saunter down to the end of the stand for condiments. “Two, please.”
The kid behind the stand took his card. Stede didn’t watch as Trousers struggled to balance two hot dogs, a mobile phone, and a bottle of mustard. Definitely not. Nope.
“Let me hold that for you,” someone said.
Trousers looked up. Right at Stede. Because Stede said it. Did he? Must have done, because Trousers was looking at him.
Trousers had warm, dark eyes that crinkled at the edges. Stede’s heart, for its part, had an arrhythmia.
“Cheers, mate,” Trousers said, handing Stede his mobile. “Pockets in the leather are a nightmare.”
“I imagine so,” Stede managed. Was he blushing? He felt like he might be blushing. The kid behind the stand also looked like Stede was blushing: incredibly smug in the way only teenagers can be. “Must be terribly hard to get out of them.”
The mustard blurted inelegantly onto one end of Trouser’s hot dog, like it had been squeezed too hard. He looked at Stede, sharp-ish grin forming along the corners of his mouth, and dragged his gaze all the way down to Stede’s shoes and back up again, focusing briefly on the progress pride flag pinned to his chest.
“Why? You offering to help with those too?”
Stede blinked, realised what he’d said. Blushed further, yes, he was definitely an unhealthy red now, wasn’t he?
“Oh, shit,” he said, flustered. “I’m so—that wasn’t what I meant, I wasn’t—”
“Think you were, a little bit,” Trousers said, still grinning. “You could tell me your name first, probably. Only polite.”
Absolutely positively humiliating, and yet. And yet.
Stede was smiling. Couldn’t stop smiling, actually, good lord, he was almost giggling.
So this was it, then. This is what it was like.
Seeing someone, liking the look of someone—what people meant when they said, our eyes just met, and I knew. Flirting. Being flirted with.
Stede hadn’t—he couldn’t have done, before. Trousers was the sort of man he might have caught sight of, but he’d have looked away. Turned aside. Shoved down the inclination.
To catch sight of this man now, to let himself linger on the carved angles of his wrists, the brown skin and black ink, the silvered hair, the dark eyes—to look, and find those eyes looking back—to breathe through the jolt in his stomach until it spread wings from fear and into possibility—
It felt like discovery. Like finding something he’d been looking for.
Like finding something he thought he’d lost.
“Stede,” he managed. “Stede Bonnet.”
Trousers smiled. Took Stede’s hand in his, when Stede reached to give him back his mobile, and held him a moment; his skin was sun-warm, rough. “I’m Ed.”
I’m going to remember you, Ed, Stede thought. I’m going to remember this.
Ed’s smile turned soft, like he heard. Like he agreed. “Do you want to grab a bench? Eat some lunch?” He gestured toward the waterline.
“You know,” Stede said, smiling back, “I think I do.”
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omgcheez · 1 year
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Here are the prompts for #Madrigaydays2023 ! This event will be running from June 24-30. If you habe any questions, feel free to ask.
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promptsblog · 11 months
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A world where gender roles are reversed.
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sliebman10 · 11 months
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Lake
(Harry/Ron, 100 words, @slashmultiverse)
They were in the dormitory, stretched out on Harry’s bed, sharing a smuggled bottle of firewhiskey. 
“So I’m the person you’d miss most?” Ron said, sipping the amber liquid from a bottle and passing it to Harry. Harry took a swig, letting his throat burn from the alcohol before answering. 
“Obviously,” he said, grinning at Ron. 
Ron’s face reddened. “Yeah?”
“I’d pull you out of the lake again,” Harry said, cheekily. “Would you pull me out?”
“You know it,” Ron said, easily, lying back again. Harry relaxed into Ron’s warmth as the alcohol left them with a pleasant, relaxed feeling.
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slashmultiverse · 11 months
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June Pride Prompts
This month, we are hosting a daily prompt event celebrating our favorite m/m ships.
The pieces can be as long or short as you'd like, or can be drawn as fanart or mood boards. There are sfw and NSFW options and you can choose either...or both!
You are welcome to post on Tumblr, and to add to our AO3 collection.
Come discuss your ships and prompts on Discord.
Pick a prompt and don't forget to tag @slashmultiverse for a reblog.
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sunflowerpirateart · 11 months
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I have constructed a Pride Month 2023 Prompt List using my notes app!
I couldn't find any prompt lists that I vibed with or that weren't tailored for a specific fandom, so I made my own!
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justsomerandomfanfic · 11 months
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Can I have 💗 with the lesbian flag colors pls?
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Here you go! I hope you like it!
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udaberriwrites · 11 months
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Formal Wear/Polyamory
Temeraire - Granby/Laurence/Tharkay - 250 words - @slashmultiverse prompt, day 2
There was something delicious in seeing both of his lovers dressing in the fineries that they had earned, as much as they disliked them.
Tenzing combed his hair back but refused to wear a wig. He wore a green coat that matched the aviator colors too closely to be coincidental. The look was a calculated dig at high society, but he wore it with his back straight, without a hint of self-consciousness.
Will had a new set of Chinese robes, ultramarine blue and lovingly embroidered with dragons curling along the edges, the mark of the Imperial family. With the rumours of a war over trade on the horizon, it was as good as declaring his allegiance out loud. If the inevitable conflict disturbed him, he didn't let it show.
"Here, let me help," Will said, taking the cloth John had been holding in his good hand. He surrendered it easily.
The silk of Will's ample sleeves was a soft caress on John's skin as he fixed the cravat around his neck with practiced motions. His fingers were warm as they moved over John's body, pinning the medals and adjusting the jacket so it laid more naturally on his shoulders.
Unable to resist the pull, John leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Will's lips. Tenzing came closer, laying a hand on the small of his back. Will leaned into it, his hands still grasping John's lapel.
If they were to march into war again, they would do it as one.
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ven10 · 11 months
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Day 8: Prideful baking (of the pride prompts by @weirdthoughtsandideas )
🌈🎂
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For Context:
This takes place after ‘The End’ in a scenario where the unfortunate gen kids are all living together in one apartment. They’ve written quotes on the walls+have bits and pieces of their hobbies lying around. (Duncan+Carmelita have a small written argument in the wall which is her calling him a nerd because of the quote he wrote+him responding)
Violet has invented an oven that runs entirely on kinetic energy, one of the Quagmire triplets is attempting to pull on the rod to get it to work and is failing miserably!
The pair of them are trying to make a cake for someone in their house who has recently came out, key word trying. Sunny would not be impressed. Still, they’re having fun (we all know they deserve fun :’) ).
(The bench is round at the end so the characters can wipe waste material off the bench and into the bin accurately-it’s another invention by Violet)
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granatkoroleva · 10 months
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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧
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Title ⊳ Losing My Religion
Fandom ⊳ Marvel, Captain America
Rating ⊳ E
Pairing ⊳ Priest!James Bucky Barnes x Demon!Nomad! Steve Rogers
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Word Count ⊳ 1.3K
Summary ⊳ A priest must protect his secrets at the cost of his faith while grappling with his own inner demons.
Warnings ⊳ Alternate Universe - Priests, Priest Kink, Demon Steve Rogers, Church Sex, Sacrilegious, Hierophilia, Daddy Kink, Submission, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Feels, Protectiveness, Dom/sub Undertones
Square + Prompt ⊳
@buckybarnesevents | ALTERNATE JUNE-IVERSE! | Prompt Filled: C - 1 Priest | C4014 (2)
@allcapsbingo | Card #AC1094 | Square B - 1 | Prompt: Forbidden Loves
@anyfandomkinkbingo | Square B - 2 | Face Fucking
Also, created for the @slashmultiverse Pride Prompts - Day 24: Salvation
Author's Note ⊳ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | Masterlist | AO3
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yaoi-world · 11 months
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Hello everyone! Happy Pride Month from Yaoi World! We wrote up this prompt list for our server members, but we want to invite our Tumblr followers to participate as well! Please feel free to use this prompt list for art, writing, cosplay, and photography! Make sure that you tag us, or use the tag "#yw pride prompts" so we can find you! We'll try to reblog as many as we can find!
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sereia1313 · 4 months
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Prism
For @magicalmonthlyprompts's Fandom Pride Parade 2023
Summary: Attending the youkai festival unattached is an invitation in itself—even mated pairs send out pheromones to entice others to play—but the miko ignores them all, piquing Sesshoumaru's interest when she offers to pass the time with him.
Read on Ao3.
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Dialogue Prompt #10
“Smart man.”
“I’m not a man or a woman. I’m just… me? Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay.”
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promptsblog · 11 months
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A time-traveller uses their abilities to investigate various historical periods and cultural groups in pursuit of all possible incarnations of the lost love they are certain exist somewhere in the past.
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sliebman10 · 11 months
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Almost getting caught... and getting detention
(George/Lee, 120 words, @slashmultiverse )
George pushed Lee against the wall of the broom cupboard, kissing him deeply as they fumbled a bit in the tight space.
"Why'd you say Fred and Angelina could have the dorm?" Lee asked between kisses.
"I owed Fred one," George answered breathlessly as Lee pressed against him.
George went still, listening at the door. "Shit," he said, hastily straightening his robes and letting go of Lee.
"What-?" Lee started to ask as the door opened.
"Weasley, Jordan…you are out of bounds," came Professor McGonagall's voice. "What do you have to say for yourselves?" she demanded as they trooped out of the broom cupboard.
When neither one of them said anything, she pursed her lips. "Detention, then. For a week."
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