#prompt 5

[thousandyearoldvampire]

Entry 1: Prompt 5

You murder someone you love or respect rather than let them expose you. Kill a Character. Check a skill. If you have no living characters, kill no one and create a beloved mortal character who you have betrayed.

Xenia blames me Theodore's sudden disappearance and finds me reveling in the coverage his blood splatter provided; there was no looking back.

Skill Check: Poker Face

#i absolutely kill my sister immediately #oops #Sybil #Prompt 5 #thousand year old vampire

[ssavinggrace]

day five, prompt five: haunting

💀⚡️-jasico bingo challenge 2024-⚡️💀

the moon will sing a song for me

i loved you like the sun

@jasico-challenges

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #fanart #prompt 5 #jason grace #jason and nico #nico di angelo #jason grave #amiright #anyway #pjo #hoo #toa

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #5

A: Does dying ever stop hurting? Emotionally, I mean. I died so long ago, I feel like I should be over with it by now; just be able to enjoy my afterlife, y'know?

B: I don't think it does, I think you just have to learn to move past it. Maybe you'll never get to the point it stops hurting, but I don't think you have to. You're allowed to be upset, A.

submitted by anonymous. thank you for the submission!!

#prompt 5 #writing prompt #a and b #anon #anonymous #anon submission

[thebittahwizard]

Fictober 2023 | Prompt 5 - “You’re the smartest person I know.”

Chapter 3 - The Powerful Play Goes On

#fictober23 #fictober event #prompt 5 #fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #the vampire diaries #tvd fanfiction #stiles stilinski #elijah mikaelson #bittah wizard #my fics #fic rec

[its-elvish-for-two]

Whumptober Prompt 5:

Pinned Down

#whumptober2023 #worth it part 1 #prompt 5 #riyria #riyria revelations #riyria revelations spoilers #royce melborn #ao3 fanfic #riyria fanfic #fanfic

[ice-cap-k]

Finally forced myself to sit down and take time on this one. There are a few shading issues but my gosh it's nice to go back to lineless. And for Doc too!!

#hermittober+limited life #prompt 5 #sand #docm77 #hermitcraft #enter the sandman #doc imself #worth the sleep loss #lineless art

[catgirl030399]

MAP🗺

"Out on the wide open sea, also known as the Sea of Obvia, lay an island called the Land of Jowan.

Jowan had never been visited by outsiders, as the island lay out in the dangerous parts of the water.

The Dessert of Tura, was a hot and unforgiving place to be, but Tura also hid an amazing treasure.

The Heart of Tura, was a priceless red heart-shaped diamond that everyone from Jowan revered and protected with their lives.

West Nabu was an incredibly dense and large forest, with lots of mountains, beautiful scenery and wildlife.

The village of Isodfield was full of life and laughter.

The population worked together to get food, water and construction huts."

#inktober 2023 #inktober #prompt 5 #map

[shroudblessings]

O7 - BARBAROUS,

Mother wasn't ever a kind woman but bled willingly to keep our family safe. With a firm hand and colder voice, she taught us how unkind the world could be and how we must be just as unkind to survive.

But this wasn't always so.

Mhamo would comfort me after the arguments, my mistakes, anytime misery would creep into my heart. 'Weep not, leanbh. Her ire was never meant to be yours.' None of these words made sense to me until I was old enough to understand loss, that is when Mhamo finally told me the story of my mother's first love. How many years ago, her heart was given to another; someone brave, warm and silly.

Benji. He had chestnut hair with a smile as bright as the sun, a farmer to many but a father for two children. Their romance, she told me, was a temperate and unpredictable kind but passionate. It wasn't destined to last as their trust would be placed to the test one fateful evening, after his children were kidnapped with only a note left behind: their safety will be promised if gil is brought below, into the ravenous caverns.

My mother knew well what happened down there, between the sharp rocks and molded moss. Where blood was spilled to feed a family of moth-eaten silhouettes in robes, promising life to an entity that lingered in the sky - blazing so red. She begged him not to go, yelled and screamed for him to grasp the edges of this orchestrated trap. To leave his own and flee, for they were already dead.

Her words broke his heart, so he broke hers with silence and departed to rescue them.

Mhamo recalls on the night this sacrifice was made, she warned her daughter to not leave but my mother refused and went below, slaying anyone who stood in between her and Benji. The passages were vast, suffocating and winding. They stunk of death but the walls were alive with praise and wounded screams of unfortunate victims.

It was foolish of me to feel hope and believe she found them in time, for the rest of Mhamo's story only weighed further in my chest when she explained that mother was too late. That her cries were echoed so deeply some heard from above, the rotting walls unable to contain the misery and fury growing deep her chest. When Benji's remains were recovered suns later, none could find the remains of his children, and his identity nearly faded into obscurity as many couldn't recognize the corpse.

With lips so blue, too cold to laugh. Bones twisted broken, unable to walk in sunlight. Eyes sunken and white, never to behold again. Flesh infested with rot, the maggots called him home.

But his hair was still red.

#prompt 5 #ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #barbarous #lambs of dalamud #what once was

[tricksterfiction]

Prompt #5 Barbarous

The shriek of horror disturbed the sleeping baby and the peaceful weeding of the garden. Akane's husband and oldest child came inside to investigate.

A cackling toddler covered head to toe in all manner of slime, pollen, sticks, and general forest floor debris stood in the middle of the living room. The smell alone was creating a devastating area of effect.

A slap on her bare belly and a very proud, "Ah."

Akane suddenly resolved she rolled up her sleeves, tied up her skirts - her husband cleared the tiny toddler in a single bound to hold his wife back. Their feral child's bathing would be a team effort.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #writing prompt #prompt 5

[thedarknesssings]

Prompt 5: Devil's Tax

Prompt 5: Barbarous - FFXIV Write 2023

He is the dream.

Etched into the crease of your feverish brow. Your lips stain the air with his name. Beckoning him out.

The salt on your skin crusts his tongue. He smiles. A cruel scythe eager to corrupt you to begging. He carves himself into the shape of your bones. Dances you at the end of veins tangled around his hands.

Pray you’ll wake up. Pray you’ll never forget him. Pray that you will.

His love is a liar’s romance spat at your feet. He’ll tax you, strip you, break you apart into his toy. A sickness in your pores. You’ll bleed him. Need him.

And he’ll find you. Again and again, drag you down beneath him Sink his teeth into your flesh, claw his way into your soul. You are his wine. His endless urge. The poison in his veins.

The jailer has left the cell door open. He creeps back into you. Drags you on like an old coat.

He is the dream.

#ffxiv write 2023 #Prompt 5 #Poetry #poets on tumblr #FFxiv writers #free verse #Works for Helivant #and the Illusionist #maybe Helios too

[cadrenebula]

Prompt #5: Barbarous

(Warnings for violence/abuse. Alex when he was a teenager and still learning to be an assassin.)

Alex winced as he gingerly touched the new marking on his face. Why the man had insisted on a tattoo so visibly was beyond the teen. His skin around it was almost as red as the bloody color of the tattoo. A mark to show others of their line of work who Alex worked for. His master warned him to keep it cleaned. That he wouldn't fix Alex if it got infected.

A soft huff before scowling in the broken glass he was using as a mirror. He hated being so clearly marked as property. But being property for Jacques was still a step above being the toy for that high born. A small step anyways and one he'd made the choice in. The scars on his back still ached at times.

Especially when it came to training. The movements pulled at the skin there. Some of the scars got ripped open in their training to teach him to fight. Alex was lucky if the man gave him any salves. He always said it was Alex's problem to solve. That if Alex planned to survive this life then he needed to rely on himself and not others. Others would only hinder their line of work. There was no room for feelings.

Alex picked up his polearm from where it leaned against a wall of the ramshackle shelter they were hiding out in. Waiting for the winter storm to pass. Deciding to go through the practice motions from training. Pretending to fight his mentor while he waited for the man's return.

Pain exploded in his side as he went tumbling, stopping when he fell into a wall. Hissing through clenched teeth as he rolled to his knees so he wasn't vulnerable longer than necessary. Couldn't let the pain keep him down.

"Piss poor. How ya expect to survive when ya don't pay attention to ya surroundings? Didn't hear me walk in." The dark skinned duskwight sneered as he stalked over to Alex and lifted the teen by the collar of his shirt. "If it wasn't me, ya ass be dead now." Letting go of Alex's shirt with a shove that set the teen back into the wall again.

Alex used his polearm to brace himself with after colliding with the wall again. Biting back the cry of pain as his mentor came over and slugged him with a fist in the gut. Punishment for failing to pay attention. He knew better and he'd still forgotten his mentor's strict rules. Pain was a punishment with this man. His mentor thrived off other's pain. He took the punishment with barely a sound. It was what Jacques expected. If he cried out it would only get worse.

"Clean ya self up, pathetic pup. Don't forget the rules again. Should have left ya rot when I killed ya owner."

"Yes, Master Carver." Alex gasped the words as he tried to breath through the pain.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #Prompt 5 #Prompt Barbarous #tw: violence #tw: abuse #About Alexois #The Jackal of Coerthas

[unbloomingmoonflower]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt 5: Barbarous

A/N: This one will be about Jani and Hatsuko, my two OCs who are adoptive sisters to one another.

Dark contents discussed below. Don't read my prompt entry if you can't stomach it.

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The silver blade was stained with crimson as the infamous Daughter of the Red Sea pinned the greedy, lustful hand of the balding merchant that arrived to see her in Kugane to discuss "business". Jani's crimson eyes were narrowed into deadlier slits as her younger sister, Hatsuko, sat beside her.

The merchant--a stout, Hyur man with a receding hairline to match his grotesque personality--was sputtering in pain and mixing incomprehensible insults. Barely was he able to compose himself to stutter, "I-It is not unheard of in your line of business! I've already heard tale of your sister--"

"My sister," Jani snarled, baring her fangs as she pushed the blade deeper into the merchant's hand, relishing in his screams of pain at the action, "has been freed from that barbarian who ensured her abuse. The same abuse I have also endured for years, and you thought it wise to have ask me sell her to you? A merchant failing at his own profession and could not even repay the debt owed to me having the gall to ask me of anything other than mercy?"

"Jani..." Hatsuko murmured, flinching at the sight of all the blood staining the Hingan-style table. Even wearing a traditional, demure hakama, there were still monsters in the guise of normal people in Kugane and Hatsuko knew that this merchant was one of them. Still, her heart trembled at the display of brutality Jani exhibited.

Jani's ear twitched, her tail lashing behind her in anger. "Hear me, you piece of filth," she growled at the merchant, fangs still bared. "You ask for my sister to be sold to you, I will ensure your business is burned and your corpse never found. I've killed my own abductors and had my sister's taken care of as well. Do not doubt the reach I have to ensure your misery."

"Y-You barbarian!" the merchant wailed, tears of pain streaming down his cheeks and Jani only scoffed in disgust before ripping the dagger from the pinned flesh, watching as fresh blood spurt from the wound. The merchant howled in agony, falling over and cradling his bloodied hand as Jani took a small cloth to wipe the blood off of her dagger as if nothing happened.

"Get out of my sight," she ordered coldly, her expression returning to that of stone. "Test my patience again and I will kill you. Understand?"

Barely scrambling to his feet, the merchant ran out with fresh wails of pain. Jani set the dagger down, still bristling. "The gall of that slime..." she muttered. Hatsuko relaxed in her own seat, her heart slowing to an even tempo.

"To think he heard of what happened to me on that ship," the Raen whispered, feeling a burning in her eyes. Her vision was watering and bile was clawing at her throat.

"It isn't private news in this line of work," Jani replied, sighing once more before looking to her sister. "That doesn't mean I will let that happen again. If anyone tries, just like this worm did, I'll ensure their swift execution."

"Maybe I should have stayed in Ul'dah..."

"Do you, though? Weren't you trying to run away from the feelings you have?"

Hatsuko knew what Jani referred to and looked away to hide the shame of her weakness. Jani, however, only shook her head.

"Sister...in this line of work I've made a name for myself. I ensured my safety and yours by being the barbaric Daughter of the Red Sea. I also know you are more kindhearted. This line of work isn't suitable for you." Jani reached for her sister's hand, waiting until Hatsuko took it before she continued. "You don't need to worry anymore, Hatsu. You'll be safe, no matter what."

Hatsuko nodded, squeezing Jani's hand before closing her eyes in thought.

#moonie writes #ffxivwrite2023 #this more suited Jani so I wrote for Jani and Hatsuko #prompt 5

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #5

Prompt: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Fandom/OCs: Letterkenny (Wayne and Katy)

Words: 980

Sicknario inspo: Flu season sicknario A from this post. 

Author’s comments/background: If you’ve never seen Letterkenny, I’d suggest checking out my other fics for the fandom where I explain the premise. I’ll forego that here since by now if you’re reading this, I assume you get the gist. Or just imagine hot farmers for the characters. That works too. 

On another note, I wrote this in about an hour in one sitting, which is by far the fastest I’ve ever finished anything for this fandom, which as you might imagine is a pretty tricky on to write for, so that was a nice surprise. 

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(Scene opens on WAYNE standing in front of the House in the snow with crossed arms, dressed for the outdoors in winter.)

WAYNE: Had to have a talk with Katy the other daaaaay…

(Scene changes to earlier in the month. KATY, dressed for skiing, comes into the Shop where WAYNE is working on a snowmobile.)

WAYNE: Katy, how are ya now?

KATY: Not so bad and you?

WAYNE: Not so bad. How was skiing with Bonnie McMurray?

KATY: Good. You know, Bonnie is going to get her flu shot tomorrow. They're free at the clinic.  

WAYNE: That so?

KATY: Mhm, and I think I might go with her.

WAYNE: You ever had one of those flu shots before? 

KATY: Well no.

WAYNE: Then why would you wanna do a thing like that? Seems to me I got enough holes in my body. I don't need a needle making another one.

KATY: Well I don't need to be getting the flu. Bonnie said McMurray her dad got it last year and he couldn't leave the couch for four or more days. 

WAYNE: What's that got to do with you?

KATY: So I can't be lying on the couch for four or more days! I've got places to be and people to see. 

WAYNE: Lying on the couch for four or more days sounds like a vacation, and a vacation sure as hell sounds better than having a needle stuck in your arm.

KATY: Sounds to me like you're afraid of needles. 

WAYNE: Maybe so. But I've never gotten the flu shot before, and I've never been laid out sick on the couch for four or more days. So I reckon I'll take my chances with the flu this year, same as always. 

KATY: Well I'm getting my shot with Bonnie McMurray tomorrow. And you might do yourself a favor and think about taking some preventative measures, too. I'd hate to see what you're like laid out with the flu.

WAYNE: Suit yourself. But I haven't prevented any measures my whole life and I'm not starting now. 

(KATY rolls her eyes as she exits. WAYNE returns to his work.)

(Scene changes to a few days later. In the Kitchen, KATY is unloading groceries and putting them away, dressed only in a crop top and shorts. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARRYL enter, red from the cold and blowing on their hands.)

WAYNE: Jesus, Katy, it's winter. Put some f*ckin clothes on.

KATY: Not my forte.

WAYNE: Any coffee still hot?

KATY: No. You should try drinking orange juice instead of coffee once in a while, though. (She pours herself a glass of juice as she speaks.)

WAYNE: Feels like hell froze over out there right now and I want something hot, not a damn glass of juice. (He brushes past her to start a pot of coffee.)

DAN: I didn't knows youse was such a fan of orange juices, Miss Katy.

KATY: Orange juice has Vitamin C, and Vitamin C keeps you from getting sick. It's flu season, you can’t be too careful.

WAYNE: Now Katy, why are you so scared to get sick? It never bothered you any other year, and we've survived plenty of flu seasons so far. 

KATY: I told you, I've got places to be and people to see. I can't afford to be sick. 

DAN: Sounds likes youse has important things to sees to, Miss Katy. Did youse gets your free flu shots ats the clinics, this year?

KATY: As a matter of fact, I did, Squirrely Dan. 

DARRYL: You know I heard everyone who gets the flu shot for the first time always gets the flu that year. 

WAYNE: There ya go, see? I've never had a flu shot and I've never had the flu. Case closed.

KATY: Well I'm not taking the chance of being laid out on the couch for four or more days. 

DAN: You're real concerned about your healths, Miss Katy. That's what I appreciates about you.

KATY: That's what you appreciate about me?

WAYNE: Take off about 20% there, Squirrely Dan.

KATY: And you all better wash your hands twice every time you come into this house until spring. I won't be getting sick even if any of you do.

WAYNE: Maybe if you put some f*ckin clothes on you wouldn't have to worry about getting sick. 

KATY: I'll take my preventative measures and you take yours, big brother. (She exits.)

DARRYL: If we gotta wash our hands twice, does that mean we gotta wash our gloves too?

WAYNE: Shut the f*ck up, Darry.

(Scene changes to a few days later. KATY is lying under a blanket on the couch in the Living Room looking sick and sad. WAYNE enters carrying a streaming mug which he hands to KATY. She takes it, sitting up to drink. She is dressed in thick winter clothes.)

WAYNE: Anything else you need?

KATY: No. You can leave. 

WAYNE: Least you finally put some f*ckin clothes on. 

KATY: (Angry now, points offscreen) Go. 

WAYNE: Aww, c’mon, Katy, don’t be mad. Maybe you’ll only be laid up on the couch for two or more days. And it’s blizzarding out there, so you can’t be going places and seeing people anyway. 

KATY: (Still pointing) GO! 

WAYNE: Alright, alright, I’ll go. Holler if you need anything else. I’ll be in the kitchen fixing dinner. Might even drink a glass of orange juice. It’s flu season, you know. Can’t be too careful. 

KATY: You’ll need to be careful, all right. Just you wait until I’m better. 

WAYNE: (Walking away) See you in four or more days, then. 

(Scene changes back to the first setting, with WAYNE outside in the snow) 

WAYNE: Just goes to show you never know what’ll happen when you’re preventing measures for flu season. 

#sicktember 2023 #skt 2023 #prompt 5 #let/terkenny

[oswsfandomchallenge]

Let's go on a journey together with prompt number five! 🚗

prompt #5:

❄️ Roadtrip ❄️

#osws fandom challenge #winter sports #prompt 5 #alpine skiing #ski cross #freestyle skiing #ski jumping #cross country skiing #nordic combination #biathlon #curling #snowboarding #hockey #ice skating #fanfiction #fanart #sports rpf

[lire-casander]

#5 recognising the sound of their steps

recognising the sound of their steps original prompt list here

It's been a really long shift. Carlos doesn't even remember when it exactly started — objectively he's only been working for nine hours with three more yet to go, but it feels like days have passed since he stepped out of the loft, leaving TK sleeping because his own shift didn't start until midday.

In the time he's been patrolling the streets with Mitchell, they've responded to seven calls. Two of them were simple tasks; he got to help an old lady whose cat had disappeared and then they helped a couple who had gotten stranded on the outskirts of Austin with a flat tire. Those aren't things cops are supposed to do, but Carlos doesn't mind helping because that's why he enrolled as a police officer.

The other five calls have taken a toll on him. They came out of nowhere, and barely allowed them to catch their breaths before a new emergency appeared. From a massive accident involving three cars and two ambulances — none of them were TK's — to a child kidnapping in progress that he's prevented thanks to his instincts. However, he's had to use his taser, sending one of the kidnappers straight into the ER. And that's why he's now sitting in the precinct's changing room, staring into space as his mind replays every single detail of the scene to find something he could have done differently.

His captain sent him back to the precinct as soon as the scene had been secured — as soon as the child had been safely removed from her kidnappers' house. But given how much using his taser had affected him the first time around — because it turned into an accidental death, he keeps reminding himself — he's now out of the streets for the remainder of his shift.

He's alone with his thoughts, his mind racing one mile a second, when he hears footsteps approaching. He would recognize that sound anywhere. It's TK, and from the way he's walking through the corridor toward the changing room, he's worried. Carlos bites down on his lip; he didn't mean for TK to worry about him. He didn't even want TK to know about this incident.

He'll have some words with Mitchell once he's back on his feet. If he's ever allowed back to patrolling after this incident.

“Babe,” he hears, TK’s voice coming from the door. He sounds worried and a bit unsure. Carlos refuses to look up at him, stubbornly staring at his bare hands. “Babe, it's me,” TK continues.

The steps come closer, now sounding determined. Carlos shakes his head, not sure whether he’s saying no to TK or to himself, but he’s helpless when TK’s arms surround his frame and his fiancé pulls him closer until Carlos is pressed against TK’s chest.

“I’m here,” TK murmurs against Carlos’ crown, where he drops a light kiss.

That’s enough for Carlos to break down and start crying the hot tears he’s been holding in, while TK holds him like he’s the most precious thing in the whole world.

#lire's 40 to the 40s #prompt 5 #prompt 5:recognising the sound of their steps #tarlos #tk strand/carlos reyes #carlos reyes/tk strand #911ls #911 ls #911 lone star #angst #mentions of taser guns usage

[raflesia65]

Prompt 5: Lyrium

@aurlyn and I together for @14daysdalovers event.

Have fun 💖

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