#prompt 144

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #144

"Everywhere I go, they whisper your name. They chant it, they pray to it, they worship it. Who are you?"

#prompt 144 #writing prompt #dialogue prompt

[spotsupstuff]

doin' a fuckshite again ✌, i'll see y'all artistically in five to seven business days this fucking script is so bitchily long. i swear to fuck if its gon be over 8 pages.

anyway Fish is gon be in it <3 fucking Finally he shows off properly

anyway,

#wips #rw #im Pissed this is for an AU this isnt even for the CANON SHIT i have SO MANY COMIC PROMPTS IN MY INBOX AURHGHGHRHG n i wanna do ALL OF EM #cmon pinky we can do this. we gon be careful this time around -gives it a lil smooch- #i think ill have to design more of the filler iterators for this one... aiya shit... back to the map i go #'oh i am so worried i wont be able to fit that many itties into the aeolus signal range with the rules i set 😥' -does the math n the- #-actual positioning planning Finally n gets 144 spaces in total- MAMBA MIIIIIIIIIA nevermind im good i aint makin That many shitlets #i Think. at least not designin em all </3 MAYBE namin more for the sake of navigation n smooth in-world talking #ill have to set up a timeline of who was constructed first... That is important to the itties fuck #actually i might peep up in here while workin on the already named iterators designs like i did with orion now that i think about it 🤔 #anyway orion n sporadic r casual friends in canon n VERY close in off string au ive decided. he saves her from her can #i still wanna continue the Euros' 1st rot thing too hmmm...... ill try to thumbnail that n see how long Thats gon be

[umprompted]

#144

Your child had asked for a Labrador as a gift from Santa. Unfortunately, some things seemed to have gotten mixed up, and come Christmas morning, you wake up to find a baby in an opened gift box under the Christmas tree.

#144 #original prompts #Christmas #creative prompts #creative inspiration #prompts

[wildjuniperjones]

Find the Word Game

I was tagged by the amazing wordsmith, @kyofsonder!

Going to put things behind the cut because, again, spicy.

Reach (from Starcrossed, my current WIP)

The same soundless image plays again and again in a perfect loop. Delicate cloven hooves in a dancer’s rest pose, the camera panning up a fit, lithe body. Fine black curls give way to smooth red-brown skin, abruptly cut by a black strap that holds a flimsy split-skirt in place that glows like flames. A tufted tail whips across the image to reveal a succubus dancer, interlaced with close-ups of her hips, her large breasts barely covered by the same flickering material, strapped across with black leather that looks like cast iron bars. Although her face is in shadow, it too is masked, with glowing golden eyes and a wicked grin he’s certain he’s never seen on her before. She reaches toward the camera and grabs a leash, pulling the camera closer with a beckoning finger before baring stark white fangs and lashing out with something that tears the image in two, leaving only burning text in its place.

Lusti. Feed your wild side.

Patience (from The Delta, a sci-fi novella)

Fons everywhere start lighting up like fireflies against the plaza's dark grass. Baza stands a little further away and attaches his bud, the little temple attachment that makes all fon screens private by sending the visual signal directly to the retina. He checks the Wet feed, hoping for more news, but no one seems to be talking about anything of importance. The patient feed is far more interesting, anyway. A young woman, probably a new member of the Rocks, is sitting in a Mask bed. She is very pale and her brown hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her blue eyes look slightly glazed and rove around the room without latching on to anything. Bruises lace around her throat and an IV is attached to her arm. "What did you see, Mica?" Asks an off-screen female voice, presumably a Key or a Mask. The young woman seems to flail for a moment, lolling her head back and forth. The voice tries again. "Mica, what did you see?" "Vines," she chokes out. "What's wrong with vines? We have vines in Ciencias, right?" "Not these vines." There is a long pause as Mica works to collect herself, gesturing loosely towards her throat. "They- They reached for me."

Shaky (from Far From Home, a sci-fi fantasy story)

Esme gasped for breath as the portal snapped shut behind her; Thomas' hand released her leg. He stood, his thin frame folded in blue robes, shading her from the skylight that spread colored light throughout the circular atrium. Warm, inviting sunlight beamed through the opposite archway, the afternoon's sun gilding the deep walls of the white marble room. She still shivered, the chill of the swamp would not leave her bones. "Esme, are you hurt?" Thomas asked hurriedly, eyes running over her thin frame and then darting back towards the sunlit arch. "No, I'm fine," she said, accepting his hand to balance her way back to her feet. Her voice was shaky, she knew. Her boundaries were battered, and she felt worn out. Then she heard the muted sounds from outside. She withdrew her hand from Thomas', clasping it close to her chest as she strode towards the sunlight. With every slow step, the sounds grew louder, pounding in her chest as she swallowed any tears.

Hollow (from the 1st draft of Starcrossed, might get used in the 2nd)

“I spent four years doing that, becoming more and more famous, and feeling more and more like a hollowed out person only made of muscle and bone. I trained every day for hours on end. I ate in weird cycles depending on who I was fighting next, gaining and then dropping weight over and over. When I was too tired to train, that was when I studied my next opponent’s moves, gleaning whatever I could from anecdotes and old broadcasts. I lived only to fight.” She can see him raise one hand in the air, turning and flexing his hand, silhouetted against the moonlight streaming in through the window. 

Ripple (also from Far From Home, directly after the previous passage)

Hands were at her shoulders, warm where she was cold. "Esme. Sage. They need you." He murmured in her ear. "We must go." His hands slid down her bare arms and then up again. "We must go." He said again after a moment. "I know," she said after another shiver. "But this is not what a mage should wear to war." Esme looked down at the tattered party dress from the citadel of the techs. Where it had once shone and shimmered with tiny lights and glowing lines, now dead from motion and abuse. It was fancy, not meant for battle. Her index fingers met at her throat and traced a line downward. As they slid along her chilled skin, red fabric seemed to ripple into place as though it had always been there. Threatening silver runes crackled forth, glowing for a moment and then falling back to stitching. The robe settled suddenly as she drew her fingers away, her hair fluttered slightly. Esme turned to Thomas, looking far more at home than when she arrived, and she no longer shivered. "Let's go, brother. Our war is calling."

This was remarkably difficult! I haven’t even looked at Far From Home in ages, and I was surprised that Starcrossed didn’t have shaky (although it did have shaken, but I was feeling picky).

For reference, I wrote Far From Home back in 2009, The Delta in 2013ish(?), and Starcrossed is from this year.

Tagging: @promiseiwillwrite, @the-likeable-wizard-mack, @worldstogetlostin, @aalinaaaaaa, @winterandwords, and as usual, this is an open tag for whoever wants to play along!

Your words are (I used a random word generator for these): artist, neck, catch, upset, position.

#tag game #snippets #bonds of trust #my writing #the delta is absolutely bonkers to me at this point #i literally planned on naming 144 characters in this novel #wtf past me #far from home has the potential to actually be something more #idk if i actually will tho #it was entirely from a visual prompt back on livejournal #yes livejournal #i am -in fact- quite old

[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #144

*shakes a bag of bird skulls I found in the woodsI and places it on your desk like it's a bag of gold*

I had an idea:

What if the Fenton parents are, in fact very competent Hunters, but they love their children more than their work?

Say the first shot Maddie ever fired at Phanton actually lands, and the scream he makes sounds too much like Danny's voice, to a point even with any ghostly distortion, his own still recognizes the voice.

I can see her pulling Jack to the side, making a ruckus about how the "darn ghost got away just as her blaster ran out of juice". Mostly as a way to get Danny her darling son to leave and go somewhere safe, while his parents have a whole breakdown in the GAV about their dead son.

And so begins the stealthy studies on how Phantom's "human disguise" works, the Revelation of Horrible Truth, keeping tabs on Danny's growth and revising their whole attitude on Ghosts to account for the fact that Danny himself is, at least in some part, a Ghost himself, but all he's done is live his life (and be the little hero Mom always said he'd grow up to be).

Jazz stumbles across his secret and is immediately pulled aside to join the secret "Protect the Baby Ghost" family group chat.

"And what about all the times they shot at him in canon" I hear you ask?

They're damn good shots, but while Maddie can train herself to aim just so that the shot misses just enough it looks like Phantom dodged it, Jack has the Fenton Bazooka outfitted with a tracking HUD that purposely fails to hit everyone's favorite Ghost Boy.

Danny picks up on that, but not on the fact that They Know.

And so begins the single most convoluted training arc ever.

Next time Skulker's in town, Phantom has become untouchable. Not a single shot or electrified net reaches it's target.

(The electrified weapons in particular send the Fentons into a rage when Sam and Tucker finally can't keep hiding it, and come clean about what happened, since the Fentons have proven themselves to be trustworthy)

When Red Huntress comes about, and Valerie Grey becomes barely a distant acquaintance after having only just now started becoming more than a friend, and with the GIW sniffing about, Maddie and Jack pull Danny to sit between them and finally tell him they know, and they want to prove that they'll love him just as much as before, whether Human or Ghost.

Danny breaks down in the safety of his family's love, and takes some time off as Phantom to help his parents establish a proper line of communication with the Ancients, considering they've kinda adopted themselves into the roles of Aunts and Uncles towards their little Ghostling.

Which is a good thing, because in Phantom's absence the GIW make a giant spectacle of destroying several houses while chasing some blob ghosts. They're chased out of town by brick, stone and metal bat.

Next time Red Huntress actually manages to hurt Danny, the Fentons pack up and leave. The Portal can be transported somewhere else. It can be rebuilt.

Their baby boy can't be rebuilt, no matter how much he likes to be a little shit and ignore Reality to quote Shakespeare at his own head (thank you Mr Lancer, for not giving up on him) or "give them a hand".

As Fenton takes the last tour of Amity, Phantom disappears. The Protal has been left seemingly unguarded.

The Ghosts decide to have one last hurrah in Anity Park before Danny closes the Portal, as per their deal. They won't hurt anyone, just cause chaos, but in return Phantom won't stop them. It's not like poor Red has the energy to chase them down, now that she's been "upgraded" into Amity's sole defender (the one time Lancer compares her new lack of sleep to Danny's, horrifying pieces start lining up too well in her mind)

The Fentons move out. Into a quiet farm neighbouring the land that belongs to the delightful couple that are the Kents, and their darling son, little Clark, who stares at Danny mildly horrified whenever he comes by to babysit, or help out with fixing the stubborn tractor. One day under Danny's clever hands, and Jonathan Kent's eagle-eyed gaze, and that damned tractor has never worked so well before. The boy's alright in the old man's eyes, and he makes sure they kid knows it.

After quiet rooftop admissions of one small boy's growing powers (I know Adult Clark is a brick house of a man, but what if he was a little twig while young) and the reveal of Something More Than Human from his honorary older brother, the course of Time sets into it's best version, and an Old Clock smiles, as Superman rises, only to be scolded by Spectre for recklessness.

(Dunno how well it came across, but I'm envisioning Valerie's feelings towards Danny to go from bitter resignation because she " had to" push him away, to horrified despair when the truth starts falling into place. He's her "the one that got away". And it's not like she gave him much of a reason to trust her with his secrets.

Maybe older and wiser Red Huntress gets invited to the Justice League, and has to deal with not just Fenton, but also Phantom flirting with her, after a good long conversation on how dumb they both were as kids, and a mutual vow of "I think I can do better now, and I want to prove it to you")

#dpxdc #bones submissions #I started thinking 'what if the fentons were good parents' #and then the 'what if their skirmishes in canon were just playfighting and training' met 'Fenton-Bad-Aim' #and then when I thought where one might put a Ghost Portal where it won't be a bother #the thought 'put it in a fam shed' struck me #and so i had to bring Baby Clark and Ma and Pa Kent into it #Clark jumps off one roof and Danny thinks he knows a little better what he put Jazz through when it was his turn #later whenever Superman mentions his older brother and eveyone expects a Kryptonian #early-days Batman absolutely expects another spandex and cape hero #maybe some superman ripoff #until the Zeta activates for a Guest and in walks a man in black armor #and starlight cape #with a fur collar #and everyone thinks 'ooooh Supes is this one's ripoff' #and then the regal image is shattered because Danny coos at the heroes #many of them are babies when compared to his own experiences as as Hero and how long he's been at it #the Green Lanterns feel him pass by in the way a diver feels a whale swim by singing at them

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 144

Danny regrets nothing. He regrets absolutely nothing at all. Okay so maybe he regrets things a little bit, but it’s hard to concentrate. It’s hard to think, he…

He’s never died a second time before. 

It’s… weird. His head hurts, his body too-small, not in a younger sense, but almost in a… feeling sense. His skin feels colder, and his hair has- it has bits of white in it now? And he’d already been able to use his ghost abilities even in his human form but it feels… easier now. 

He’s not overshadowing his own corpse- he doesn’t think he is? His head hurts… his everything ached actually, like he’d gotten electrocuted again even if he’s certain that wasn’t how he died.

Did- did someone throw his body into the sewers? 

Seriously, what the heck? Who would do that?! Urgh, that made him so mad- who just throws a corpse around, nevermind his corpse! That’s so rude! 

… 

Hello crocodile-man staring at him in slight horror, please ignore the blood covering the back of his head, the wound has healed, he will be out of your way once he can talk again- Wait, there’s no need to call for someone-

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #waylon jones #solomon grundy #danny fenton #Waylon staring at what he’s pretty sure is a baby Grundy situation: #Waylon: Heeey sewer buddy you wanna c’mere for a hot minute- #Waylon: Oh my gotham what do I do there’s an undead child or teenager staring at me #Waylon: Why are they so skinny and why are they down here- oh no #Waylon: Oh no what if the Bats think it’s my fault somehow- c’mere small probably fragile child we’re going to Grundy #Danny: I would struggle but honestly rigor mortis is a bitch that suddenly sets in & takes a bit to leave #Honestly blame my discord buddy #specifically the one who joked about WaylonxGrundy #because honestly the idea of them being together is actually kind of sweet and cute ngl #Like Waylon is canonically one of the only ones that stick by Grundy's side even when he comes back 'wrong' or 'dumber'

[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : part two of my fluff + smut prompt lists for requests, check them out here! requests are currently closed. remember to specify who says what to who when requesting! 彡 last updated : 08/03/2024 — ♡

116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

#might add more later. post number 7001! #fluff prompt #romance prompts #smut prompts #smut prompt #prompts #writing promp #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompt list #writing prompt list #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt list #prompt lists #fluff prompts

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Kuruluş Osman 144. - 145. Bölüm

Prompt: "Captivity"

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#kuruluş osman #emre bey #captivity #turkish #turkish series #whump #male whump #whumpedit #tied to a tree #slapped #bloody face #bloody mouth #hit #chained #dislocated thumb #pain #hair grabbing

[fxrmuladaydreams]

hellloo! I'm new to your blog and am in love with your work!! Could I request a smutty Lando x reader with prompts 86 and 144? Like it sounds so Lando coded to me, something cute but hot? Or if you only take 1 prompt per request, I'm happy with just 86. Thanks so much for doing this <3

send me thoughts/blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for lando weekend

warnings: !!CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI!!, oral (f receiving), face sitting

Lando had been in his gaming chair for a good portion of the day. After being away for a race weekend you thought he’d be eager to spend some time with you. You thought he’d throw his suitcase to the side and he’d have his hands all over you as soon as he walked through the door.

He actually fell asleep almost immediately after coming home, his exhaustion from the weekend catching up to him. It was completely understandable for him to need rest. What was annoying was him waking up the next day and practically ignoring you.

He was testing out a new game, trying to see if it was something they could use for a new Quadrant video.

You’ve tried to pull him away multiple times now. At first it was “C’mon baby, you should rest.” Then it turned into “Let me help you relax.” Nothing seemed to be working.

It didn’t seem your tactic went unnoticed though, as you settled yourself into his lap, trailing kisses up and down his throat.

“Just let me finish this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.” He says, his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. He smirks when he feels you freeze. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Needy girl.”

You feel your face flush as you bury your nose in Lando’s neck, softly biting at his skin.

It takes him a few minutes to finish his game before the tosses his controller to the side and scoops you up, carrying you to his bed. He takes off you clothes, kissing your skin as it’s revealed.

Once he’s rid you of your clothing, he lays with you still fully clothed. He lets you rock your hips against his, the denim of his jeans brushing against you deliciously.

“I want you to sit on my face.” He says as he kisses down your neck.

You make a face, shaking your head. “What? No Lando, I’ll suffocate you or something.”

“That’d be a perfect way to go out, suffocating between your legs.” He smirks.

“Lando…”

“Think of how fun it’ll be. I give you a couple of mind-blowing orgasms, and you let me have my favorite treat.” He gives you a small pout, attempting to break your resolve. “I haven’t gotten to have you for a week, I think I might die if I don’t get to taste you right this minute.”

He senses your hesitation but doesn’t fail to notice the way you grind yourself against him as he talks.

He lays further back so that he’s laying down flat. He softly pushes you up until you’re straddling his chest. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

You slowly move so that you’re hovering over him, a leg on either side of his head.

“What if I hurt you?” You look down at him between your legs.

“You won’t, I promise.” You don’t look convinced. “If you get uncomfortable at all, just say the word and we’ll stop.”

You nod, and take a deep breath before slowly lowering yourself down onto his face. It feels different, a little odd at first, but as soon as his tongue gets to work all your worries slip from your mind.

Lando wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you locked against him as you feel yourself ride his face. A hand drops down to tangle itself in his curls, while the other rests against the wall in front of you, keeping you from falling forward.

Lando has gone down on you a lot over the course of your relationship, once even claiming “you were his favorite meal of the day”. But nothing could’ve prepared you for this.

He’s devouring you like a man starved. This new angle causes his nose to bump against your clit repeatedly as his tongue moves in and out of you.

“Lando, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, rocking yourself against him at a steady pace.

His grip on your thighs becomes tighter, as if you’d be sadistic enough to pull off of him.

When you do cum, he takes everything you give him, slurping and licking away all of you that he can. He only lets you lift yourself off of him slightly, just enough to get a good look at him.

His hair is a mess, sticking out in all different directions. The bottom half of his face is slick with remnants of your release. He’s got a proud, lopsided grin on his face.

“Wasn’t that fun?”

“Yeah, yeah it was.” You smile down at him.

He pulls you back down just as you try to get up. “I promised three, didn’t I?” He asks, his voice slightly muffled.

His tongue is back to work before you can even process his question, ready to pull at least two more orgasms out of you.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando weekend #lando norris smut #ln4 #formula one x reader

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #144

Jazz had really been trying her best lately. Her aim had gotten a bit better but her baby brother kept getting sucked into the thermos by her. She really did just want to help him out and make his life easier but instead she kept getting a in the way. They had found him wandering the streets with no memory at 5 years but whenever he’d get questioned about his past family he’d look around the room for someone before he’d hide behind Jazz and try not to cry.

The portal accident followed not too soon after his 7th birthday and about a year had passed. It started with a simple wish, “I wish I knew what he went through when he was younger.” Suddenly she found herself shrinking smaller and smaller until she looked about 8. Then she gets thrown into a portal and when she gets up she meets a kid about the same age as Danny. This kid looked like him except for his emerald green eyes.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #Assassin Jazz? #Be careful who’s in hearing distance for your wish #I’ve started daily shitposts on my main account ask eika #Danny does have amnesia #Damian saw Jazz emerge from the pit #DC and DP are separate universes here #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[gettingcomfyinyourwalls]

DP x DC prompt #144

When Danny hears word of a new superhero stationed in Metropolis, he decides to see how they do himself.

Clark Kent is brand new to the superhero scene, and he thinks he's doing pretty well for a beginner. He never expected the retired hero, Phantom, to show up and give him pointers.

#dpxdc #walls prompts

[night-wilf]

Writing prompt 144:

Bruce is a born and raised Amity Park boy, along side his father. Both used to the time warping the place has.

They leave for Gotham to help with sick extended family when he appears 6 in age, mainting contact with his brother and eventual family. Though he doesn't share his origins with his kids.

Danny's 20th birthday prompts Maddie to suggest the kids meeting each other to celebrate. Bruce is happy for the idea and decides to make a week of showing his family the place he grew up in and all its quirks.

#fan fic writing #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #writing #night wilf prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #burce as an amity parker #he is weird and owns that fact #time warping stuff with the gz and all that #he's 15 mentally when leaving amity

[kakairu-rocks]

Hey guys! We are excited to announce that the masterpost for KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2024 is ready to share!

But before we show you the list, we want to thank everyone who participated in the event. All your creations were amazing, and we were excited to see each and every one of them! 

Here are this year’s stats:

- Total number of creations: 30

Fics: 18

Art: 12

- Total word count: 144 487

- Most inspiring prompt: Love Potion

- Least inspiring prompt: Love Languages

Once again, thank you all so much for contributing, and helping keep the kakairu love alive!

And now, here is the list of wonderful creations! Please indulge to your heart’s content, and give some love to all these amazing creators!

Day 1: Meet cute and Found family 

Encontros Adoráveis, a sweet fic in Portuguese by @bansheeangel

Rating: Gen, CW: None, Word count: 3.5k

Lost and Found Family, a hilarious fic by @dilly-oh

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 2k

Amazing art, by @ritartist42

Day 2: Love potion and TLC 

True Love, a fantastic fic by @my-private-tsukuyomi

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 6.1k

A Potion for the Ages, a wonderful fic by @mtnikolle

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 1k

Raw, a deep fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: dub con (not sexual), PTSD, heavy angst, Word count: 6.7k

Lovestruck, a sweet fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Teen, CW: light unwanted advances, Word count: 16.7k

A funny comic, by @dilly-oh

Wonderful art, by @ritartist42

Day 3: Crushes and Idiots in Love 

Crush, a great fic by @dilly-oh

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 2.6k

Stalker, an amusing fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 8.4k

Excursion, a cute fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Gen, CW: None, Word count: 3.4k

Cute art, by @ritartist42

Day 4: Ballads & Poetry and Shall We Dance? 

Adults, a sweet fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: implied underage drinking, Word count: 7.5k

A great comic, by @dilly-oh

Adorable art, by @ritartist42

Day 5: Exes and Memories 

Sometimes Goodbye Is a Second Chance, a wonderful fic by @paxohana

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 9k

Healing, a tender fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: heavy angst, PTSD, mentions of abuse, mention of non & dub con, Word count: 6.6k

A great text meme, by @dilly-oh

Wonderful art, by @ritartist42

Day 6: Love Languages and Secrets 

Truth Be told, a sweet fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 2k

Gimme a Break, a wonderful fic by @dilly-oh

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 1.5k

Lovely art, by @ritartist42

Day 7: Happily Ever After and Valentine’s Day 

The Cursed Prince, a thrilling fic by @kakairu-shrine

Rating: Mature, CW: graphic depictions of violence, gore, heavy angst, suicidal thoughts, temporary MCD, Word count: 51k

Adorable art, by @snufkepo

Sweet art, by @dilly-oh

Wonderful art, by @ritartist42

Amazing art, by @renegad3rogu3

Other: Many Prompts

Teaching Pains, a great fic by @virtualcarrot

Rating: Teen, CW: None, Word count: 8k (so far)

KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2024, a wonderful fic by @hkandiu

Rating: Gen, CW: None, Word count: 7.6k

If we have missed you, or made a mistake somewhere, please let us know ASAP so we can fix the problem!!!

Thank you to everyone who participated, and to everyone who has supported us! Without you, we wouldn’t have been able to run Valentine’s Week, so we really appreciate your involvement 🥰

If you still need more KakaIru after this, come and check out the Kakairu Rocks forum, where we have plenty more for you to see & do!

Thank you very much! We hope to see you around!

#kakairu valentine's week 2024 #kakairu.rocks #event masterpost #kakairu events #naruto event #kakairu fanfic #kakairu fanart #kakairu #kkir #kakashi x iruka #hatake kakashi #umino iruka

[yesimilkdamilkman]

ʚɞ𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This was EXTREMELY rushed, BUT I think I did good. For my first time! Thanks again to @neteyamsyawntu for making Kinkmas! All of the kinkmas prompts will be posted at the same time every day! (5:30 PM CST time) 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

Summary: Jake, has been busy with clan affairs, but he still has a wife who has needs. Happy wife, happy life right?

WARNINGS: p in v, unprotected sex, slight angst if you squint, cock-warming.

Words: 144

You and Jake were lying down together, embracing one another. You shuffled your body closer to him, angling your hips slightly upward, just to feel him better.

He was cock warming you, this was the best he could do for you; for now at least. Being the olo'eyktan wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy either. These past couple of weeks, Jake has been coming home later and later. By the time he came home, you were fast asleep, and by the time you woke up, he was gone. You missed Jake, his touch, his voice, his presence.

So, if this was, all he could give you, for now, you'll take it.

"Tomorrow," he said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

"Promise?" You knew what he was saying, you just wanted to make sure.

"Promise." He said kissing you softly.

Taglist: @pandoraslxna, @neteyamsyawntu

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Prompt: Bad Luck

@jegulus-microfic

Word count: 144

The bottle began to slow, rotating lazily around the circle.

It wasn't like James could protest playing- nobody knew about his current relationship status; the way he really spent his Sunday evenings.

As far as his friends were concerned, this was a genius plan. A way to finally get him a kiss with Evans.

And for one fearful second, he almost believed they'd succeeded.

The bottle sluggishly slid, first pointing directly at Lily, who looked a bit nervous about the result.

But, centimeter by centimeter, it drifted to her left. To finally rest on Regulus Black.

Sirius swore softly, looking crestfallen that his wonderful plan had come so close just to fail.

"Bad luck, Potter," Regulus murmured, eyes bright and a teasing smirk on his lips.

Lips that crashed into James's own with familiarity and heat, just as they had done for weeks, now.

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #regulus black kinnie #jegulus #marauders fanfiction #harry potter marauders #marauders fandom #marauders fic #the marauders #james potter x regulus black #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #james x regulus #james and regulus #regulus deserved better #james loves regulus #dead gay wizards #james fleamont potter #james potter #jegulus microfic

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 144

CW: Wartime, Mutilation

Soldier scrambled to their boots, their ears ringing and the world teetering in a blurred swirl. They staggered over to half-buried whumpee. In horror they could do nothing but watch their friend's figure spaz and convulse, twitching so sporadically it almost had them convinced that maybe whumpee wasn't human.

Soldier dropped to their knees, and pulled on whumpee's clothes, turning them over.

Whumpee's blank face was broken like torn cloth, revealing the metallic interior.

"Whumpee?" Soldier's voice broke.

"KZZZZZRT-"

#robotic whumpee #robot whumpee #android whumpee #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #mini whump prompt #mini whump prompts #caretaker #military whump