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[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #653

Danny moves to Gotham and doesn’t realize there isn’t enough ambient ectoplasm until there’s too late. Waking up one day he’s fully reverted to his true ghost form to preserve energy. He can sense a Lazarus Pit somewhere in the city. Great, somewhere to refuel. Hopefully his horrifying demeanor won’t scare too many people on his way to the Pits.

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[eyesofshinigami]

Gifts

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, minor sexual content

Prompt: For @forgottenkanji "Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy"

WC: 653

Written for Day 29 of @steddielovemonth

He tells himself it’s going to be worth it. Standing here in thirty degree weather, shivering his ass off, waiting for the ticket office to open. Steve can picture the look on Eddie’s face when he shows up on their anniversary with Metallica tickets and that almost makes it worth it.

Three hours he’s been standing out here. The line is getting longer and longer, so he’s glad he made the decision to skip work for the day to come. 

Almost. His toes are still fucking freezing. 

“Hey man, you in the right line?” a couple of guys behind him snicker, and Steve has to keep from rolling his eyes. 

“Sure am. Friend of mine really likes the band and couldn’t make it out, so I figured I would grab tickets for him,” Steve lies smoothly. It’s not really any of these guys’ business, but he’s learned that it’s sometimes the best way to deal with people like this. 

The guys are quiet and one finally pipes up, “That’s kind of awesome, man. Sorry.”

Steve waves them off, pulling his jacket tighter around himself. He checks his watch; eight o’clock, the box office should open very soon. He had felt a little bad lying to Eddie, saying that he was going for a run and then had to get to work early, but he’d make it up to him with kisses later on. 

He hears cheers go up and the line starts moving, butterflies kicking up in his belly. The counter comes into view and the bored girl at the desk pops her gum as he gets the tickets. Middle seats, nothing fancy, but it’ll be enough to make Eddie lose his mind. 

Steve can’t wait.

–

Two weeks later they’re laying in bed, sweaty after sex and full of Jim’s Chinese from down the block. It’s been one of the best anniversaries Steve can remember, and he knows it’s about to get even better. 

“Got you a present,” he tells Eddie, reaching over to his nightstand to pull out the envelope he’s been hiding there for the last two weeks. He can’t wait to see the look on Eddie’s face; it’s going to be worth being cold for three hours and the subsequent runny nose that followed. 

Eddie grins, eyes shining. “I got you one too.” He reaches over and grabs something from his own bedside table. “On the count of three?” 

Together, they say, “One… two… three!”

They each hand the other a similar looking envelope. Eddie opens his first, and lets out a screech of pleasure. “Holy shit!!! Metallica tickets? I thought they sold out!!” He tackles Steve to the bed, kissing his face obnoxiously. “How?”

“Went and waited in line,” Steve replies, because yup, absolutely worth it. “I wanted to get them for you.”

Eddie’s eyes are a little wet and he pulls his hair in front of his face, delighted. “Okay, now you. Then I’m going to ride you into the mattress because I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Heart full, Steve opens up his own envelope, only to find a pair of tickets to go see the Bulls play next Saturday. His eyes go wide. “Eddie, what? You got me Bulls tickets? How-?” 

“Asked that guy Jake at your work and I went down the other day and got them. I thought you would like them.”

“But you hate sports!”

Eddie shrugs, looking bashful again. “Yeah, but you don’t. I thought it would nice, you know? We could go together? Unless you want to take like… Jake or something, but-”

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence. Steve is pulling him close, kissing him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Their bodies press together and Steve is so ready to show Eddie how much he appreciates him. Repeatedly, until neither of them can move. 

All in all, a pretty great anniversary, he’d say.

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[bellaxisworld]

february 5, @jegulus-microfic prompt: hormones. word count: 653.

The light streamed through the window just right, shining golden rays across Regulus’ sharp cheekbones, highlighting his pale freckles. James could do nothing but stare at the pretty boy across from him. Regulus looked adorable sitting there, forehead scrunched slightly in concentration, tongue in his cheek, licking his lips when there was a particularly hard question he didn’t know the answer to. James just wanted to touch, because he was angelic—heavenly, even—and he looked like he deserved to be worshiped, sitting there, all dark tousled curls and—

“James,” Regulus hissed. James’ head snapped up towards his eyes—his lovely gray eyes, stormy and alluring, they pulled James right in like gravity—and he clocked the immediate irritation there. “Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

James nodded before the sentence had even left his mouth. “Absolutely.”

One delicate eyebrow arched, a coy smirk playing on his lips. The threat swirling in his eyes didn’t dissipate, though—he looked like a circling predator, eyeing its next meal. So vicious, so pretty—James was entirely at his disposal, preparing for slaughter. “Alright. Tell me one thing you’ve learned from the past few minutes.”

James quickly ran through memories of the past couple minutes, desperately searching for something, anything he could say, besides you’re so pretty, you could step on me and I’d thank y—

“Hormones!” James nearly shouted, excited for remembering something Regulus talked about. “You were discussing hormones, and you said… protein is a growth hormone, and it promotes the growth of…body tissues!” James grinned, very pleased with himself. Regulus couldn’t snark at him now, because duh, he was listening.

Regulus’ shoulders dropped, relaxing as he leant away from the table. “Well, then, you haven’t been completely useless, I suppose.” He picked up the textbook and shoved it in front of James, pointing at meaningless words on a page. “Here, it—”

And James was struck with an impulse.

“Go on a date with me,” James blurted, words breathy and looking up at Regulus through his lashes, warmth in his eyes because he was so full of affection for that boy.

Regulus jolted back, gray eyes wide but moving with some emotion, something stricken across his face. “What?”

“Go. On a date. With me,” James said with a slight smirk, much more confident in his words the second time. He couldn’t back out now.

And Regulus Black—the man with a heart of stone and built like a fortress—blushed. A swell of pride rushed through James’ chest.

“James, we are supposed to be studying—”

“I don’t need it. I’m not failing the class.”

“You’re kidding,” Regulus said, deadpan and staring right at him.

Pushing down the rise of fear, because boy, could Regulus intimidate him, James said, “No, love, I really just wanted to spend time with you. Faked the failing student act. But—”

Regulus’ face didn’t even flicker. “You wasted my time. I could be doing so many other, much more important things than entertaining you.”

“Okay, I’m sorry for not being direct about it. Let me make it up to you. Please, love, let me take you on a date.” James wouldn’t beg for attention, but he needed Regulus to take him seriously.

There were many beats of silence.

A twitch of the lips, an amused glance from those gray eyes that James could get lost in.

“Okay.”

James almost fell off his chair. “Okay?”

Regulus smiled, and it took James’ breath away. Pretty, pretty, pretty. “Still think you’re a nutter,” he quipped, gathering his books and picking up his bag. “Just think you might be a cute one.” He grinned at James, picking up James’ arm, and wrote his number in Sharpie across the back of his hand. “Text me,” Reg said with a wink over his shoulder, strutting out through the library doors.

James watched him walk away with heart eyes and a smile on his lips, the promise of a date warming his heart.

also found on ao3(multi-chapter microfic wip): february, i'm yours

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Favourite Prompts

I have posted thousands of prompts on this blog, but I have now also reached 1000 single prompts. Those prompts are how I started this blog so that's a milestone for me. So have a random assortment of prompts I remembered liking.

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[neteyamsoare]

Don't Stop.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Human! Lo'ak Sully x Fem! Human! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [@livelaughloak]. maybe #26 and #36 combined for lo’ak 🤭 thank you sia + omg for the last req i sent for lo’ak i meant to say for fluff please.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. You and Lo’ak have a movie date but the two of you quickly get distracted.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Modern au and fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Lo'ak.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 653.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Decided to do this in a modern au to fit the scenario I came up with in my head. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I love writing it. Ily Kate. 🫶🏾 | Also I was trying a new way to write kissing scenes so go easy on me, still new and trying to learn different ways to write things so it's not repetitive.

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured 🤍

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Today was date night between you and Lo'ak. He was meeting you at your apartment since the last time, Lo’ak hosted it at his. You had everything set up, the snacks, the drinks, and the movie you would make Lo’ak watch with you. [Your favorite movie] was your favorite and you always tried to get Lo’ak to watch it with you but he claimed it was too ‘girly’ for him which earned him the sight of you rolling your eyes. 

Now that it was your turn to pick the movie, he’d have to watch it with you and that made you smile but if you were being honest, you didn’t care what movie was watched, you just cared about spending time with him where it was just the two of you alone where you can snuggle up against him, head laying on his chest as his arms were placed around you and there would be no interruptions. 

You hear the doorbell ring and get very excited as you put on lipgloss, rubbing your lips together as you head toward the door when you open it, you see Lo’ak leaning against the wall with a smile plastered on his face as he walks over to you immediately wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you towards him and gently paste a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

“Good, you’re here,” you smile up at him and he only smiles back at you. “Well, of course, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” You giggle as you turn, his hand in yours as you lead him inside and he locks the door.

You make your way to the kitchen to get the snacks as he heads to the couch and he sits putting his arm on the top of the couch as he spreads his legs wide apart. “What movie are we watching?” He turns his head as you make your way to the couch with the tray of snacks, placing it on the coffee table as a big smile forms on your face. 

“We’ll be watching [your favorite movie], you’re going to love it,” you respond keeping eye contact with him. “I swear, you’re lucky I love you,” Lo’ak says as he pulls you onto his lap as you giggle. 

He leans forward connecting his lips with yours, his kiss was always something you craved as it felt tender, and heated as you explored each other. You felt warm all over as he felt confident as his tongue slides into your mouth interlocking with yours.

His hands travel to your waist and grip it firmly as your hands are wrapped around his neck, he grins into the kiss. You’re the first to pull away leaving Lo’ak to be confused as the both of you catch your breaths.

“Why did you stop?” he says as he returns your gaze looking deeply into your eyes. “Because my lipgloss is getting all over your lips,” he brings on his hands to your face, rubbing your cheek softly as he lets out a chuckle. 

“So? I don’t care, all I want is to feel those soft lips against mine,” you smile and get ready to say something but Lo’ak covers his heart with his hand and puts a fake frown on his face.

“I’m hurt that you’d deprive me of your pretty soft lips.” you roll your eyes as you let out a soft laugh. “I’m sorry, I know just the thing to cheer you up.” he puts his thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing it softly.

“This time, don’t stop, ok?” he looks at you with a serious gaze and all you can manage to do is slightly nod as your faces move closer, closing the gap between the two of you and your lips connects with his. The both of you getting lost in each other that you forget all about the movie.

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[itsfeckinwimdy]

Wound - Max Verstappen

Max Verstappen x Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Prompt: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

Word Count: 0.6k (653)

Formula 1 Masterlist

Published: 22/06/2022

Walking out of the medical centre she was preparing herself for the flashes of cameras and the onslaught of questions from reporters upon her arrival in the media pen. Even being injured you still have to do media duties, she thought bitterly.

The race had long been over. Her teammate, and partner, finishing first had already been doused in sparkling wine since it had officially replaced the champagne the previous year. It still had the same effect, spurting out of the bottle and allowing the drivers to spray their fellow competitors as they basked in the glory of their win. But not her. Not today at least.

Driving in the rain was something she loved, something Christian praised her skills in. Her previous races in the risky weather conditions had landed her multiple podiums in her career. But with that weather always comes danger.

And today? Well, her luck had to run out eventually right?

So when she aquaplaned off the track and into the barrier whilst going at least 150mph, the only thing she could do was haul her aching body out of the car and let herself be guided towards the medical centre.

The questions from the news reporters were fired at her as soon as she stepped into the lion's den, the scrutiny she would be under was looming in the back of her mind as she answered their questions to the best of her abilities.

From then her mind was on autopilot as she walked through the Red Bull hospitality giving small smiles to the staff members and engineers still milling around. The white corridors blurred into one and it wasn't until someone wrapped their arms around her, causing her to let out a hiss in pain, that she realised she made it back to her driver's room.

"Fucking hell, Schatje," Max muttered gently releasing her from his hold, his hand coming up to cup the right side of her face, the other resting on her bicep. There was a haunted look in his eyes as he looked over her, checking for any visible injuries, "You scared me today."

She let out a chuckle at his words before cringing in pain, "I'm okay now. Just my ribs hurt and my body aches from, you know, going into a barrier."

Max nodded along with her before dragging his hand down her arm to the bottom of her jumper. His hand slipped underneath the Red Bull branded item but didn't move from where it settled.

He locked eyes with her, a silent exchange only the two would understand before he pushed the material and the top underneath it up in an attempt to see the invisible damage underneath. Yes, Max knew that he wouldn't be able to see it, but having visual confirmation of where she was physically injured helped him know that she was okay, the crash wasn't too bad. His hand gently grazed up her side before coming to her ribs, Max being careful not to put too much pressure on them as his fingers grazed her torso where most of the pressure was forced upon her body.

He let his hand fall from her side, her clothing dropping back down her body as he pulled her into him. His left hand on the back of her head, holding her as her head fell into the crook of his neck, his other arm wrapping carefully around her, gripping onto the fabric of her jumper.

She leant fully into his embrace, letting her exhausted body cling to his, her own hands clutching the back of his polo shirt, red bull of course. In her mind, she swears she's going to get him something else to wear other than their sort of uniform.

A shuddering breath escaped her as a few tears fell, the two of them just leaning into each other before someone would undoubtedly come and disturb this moment.

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[https-furina]

hi perse 👋, could i have #28 with kazuha for the event thingy?

✎ one step at a time.

ft. kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

prompt: "gimme your hand."

w.c. 653 words

content: fluff with angst undertones, established relationship, reader has a fear of the sea!, loving boyfriend kazuha as usual

notes: ofc bell! thank u sm for requesting <3 i'm loving these kazu requests - i’m so proud of this one i’m sobbing

white foam froths by your feet, bubbling and tickling at the damp sand beneath it before it retreats, too scared to come further. you find it coincidental that neither you nor the ocean seem to want to touch each other, both too scared of the unknown. you want to touch it, you want curiousity to kill the cat but thoughts swallow you and drown out the curiousity before you can even dip your toes.

kazuha longs for the sea, it calls to him almost as much as his faithful wind. he spends close to months away, sailing the sea and seeing the world. he’d stay at sea his whole life if he could but that would mean ultimately leaving you behind. the white haired male turns to where you stand, eyes locked on how the waves barely reach you. he hasn’t wandered far from you, standing amidst the shallows just enough to wet his ankles. this is where he’s calmest, toes buried in the sand as waves lap at his skin in kitten licks.

“the water’s cold,” he informs you, there’s a mild breeze that sends shivers down your spine as you look up at him with sorrowful eyes, “you’ve got this, just your toes.”

kazuha reassures you every time you do this together. he’s patient, calm, everything you hoped for in a partner when it came to crushing this fear of yours. he was determined to help you overcome it, not only because you so desperately wanted to beat it but also because it would benefit him in the long term.

“zu, i’m scared,” you mumble, kazuha catches it, “do i have to do this?”

“i know you’re scared, love but we’re just trying some exposure therapy. captain beidou suggested it.” kazuha muses as he remembers the alcor’s captain suggesting you expose yourself to the sea first. to show the sea that you are the boss, in her words.

“i don’t think i can do it.” you’re beginning to back away from where you are positioned, ever so close to the waves. kazuha comes forward, shaking his head. he knows you put all your trust in him, always.

“here, gimme your hand.” kazuha takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together intricately for that slither of extra reassurance as he steps backwards into the chilling liquid, leaving you no choice but to follow hesistantly.

one foot, two foot - your feet are swallowed by the sand that the waves hide in their bitter froth. a wave rolls forward and for a moment you almost rip your hand away from kazuha, turning back to the safety of the dry sand but you don’t. kazuha squeezes your hand, a nice reminder that you are not alone as the water hits your feet. you jolt forward into kazuha’s arms, whimpering at the sudden wet feeling you’re left with when the waves dissipate back to the ocean.

there’s a moment of clarity as you begin to realise the huge milestone you’ve just breached. carefully, you pull away from kazuha and warily continue stepping further into the water. you are unwilling to let go of your partner’s hand, keeping him as a lifeline as you submit to your sudden boldness.

“i’m doing it! zu, my feet are in the water!” your feet are completely submerged under the water, your eyes lit up like paper lanterns as you exclaim excitedly to the male, who’s already watching you with a look of pride on his face. he smiles at the grin that crosses your face, your hand leaving his as you crouch to dip your fingers into the sea.

“yes! i’m so proud of you, love.” he beams as you stand once more. there’s a moment of shared joy as you stare at each other, wordless in the excitement vibrating at your fingertips as he pulls you to him, pressing his lips to yours in a bittersweet kiss.

© https-heizou 2023.

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[esperosisdoeswriting]

Prompt #653

"Stop giggling," [Villain] demanded as [Hero] desperately tried to cover their mouth.

"Oh, come on!" [Hero] suppressed their laughter, "it's a little funny!"

"It is not!" [Villain] shouted, but their typical intimidating scowl was reduced to a childish pout on their now six-year-old face.

[Hero] couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 13th

Baking

This one is clearly dedicated to the amazing mods of the @fellowshipofthefics server.

@lordoftherazzles thanks for being a true friend ❤️‍🔥 So, here we go with innocent shenanigans...

Words: 653

Warnings: None

“Thorin, I swear,” Bilbo huffed in annoyance; as much as he loved the dwarven king presently trying fitfully to swallow a handful of blueberries without chewing them for fear of giving himself away.

Which was entirely unnecessary as Bilbo had clearly seen him stuff the fruit into his voracious mouth.

“You are a menace in the kitchen,” he went on griping as he stirred the muffin batter with a tad more vehemence than strictly necessary.

“I am helping,” Thorin protested, his ponderous air seriously undermined by the heroic but futile effort to keep blueberry juices from running into his beard as he opened his mouth to speak.

“You are eating our ingredients,” Bilbo shot back with a vicious glare from warningly narrowed eyes, “and we’ve promised the little ones that we’d bake blueberry muffins…which should have blueberries, as they’re in the name. Don’t you think?”

“They should be glad they get any kind of muffin.” Thorin had swallowed dramatically, pretending that he was swallowing down thoughtless words rather than testaments to his crime, before making this self-important declaration.

Bilbo merely cocked an eyebrow; he knew that the dwarf was devoted to the collection of stray nephews – as hungry as wolf pups and as fond of sweets as their notorious uncles – and that he’d never deny them anything that could make them happy.

“Hmmmm.” Thorin’s brow furrowed. “I guess, blueberry muffins do sound rather nice. I shall refrain from now on. What can I do to actually be of any assistance then?”

Bilbo’s ears perked up and – under messy curls full of flour because Thorin had misunderstood the term “dusting” – his hazel eyes flashed with wicked glee. “Why don’t you go get more wood for the oven?”

He had enough wood, Bilbo was absolutely sure of that, but he quite liked the way his husband’s muscles bulged when he was carrying in an arm full of heavy, dirty logs. 

Furthermore, the batter was about ready, and he wanted to pour it into the little moulds fashioned lovingly by Thorin’s kin without having any long, curly, black hairs or brazen, stumpy, dwarven fingers in it, thank you very much.

Shaking his head in fond impatience, he made quick work of the last step so that he was holding the tray in thick mittens – a much cherished Yule gift from Ori – when Thorin came back into the kitchen in a gust of cold, fragrant air and shook himself like a dog on account of the rain pouring down in buckets outside.

“If you could be so good as to open the oven for me?” Bilbo prompted and smiled when Thorin hastened to his side eagerly, pulling open the door fearlessly – as a dwarf and a smith, he was entirely unfazed by the blazing heat shooting out of the stove – and eyed the pools of delicious dough longingly.

“The first one is for you,” Bilbo promised with an indulgent smile and a small pat on the invitingly muscular behind of his beloved king. “Now go and put on the kettle. They should be here soon.”

As Thorin made to obey, Bilbo nudged him none too gently in the shoulder with his head.

“Kiss me first,” he demanded, knowing that he was being a proper brat this morning, but not feeling too bad about it when he saw the radiant, affectionate smile spread on Thorin’s face.

As soon as his lips met the coarse beard and the surprisingly soft mouth of the King under the Mountain though, he cried out in mock outrage, “Why, Thorin, you taste like blueberries and sugar! You fiend!”

The resonating, carefree, slightly mischievous bellow of laughter escaping one who had suffered so much made heat – love, relief, and unadulterated joy – pool in the pit of Bilbo’s stomach. 

What were a few stolen blueberries and a batch of wonky, over-stirred muffins in comparison to the life and the happiness of the one he adored?

@fellowshipofthefics here's another one (especially for you)

Lots of love to all the Bagginshielders out there from the middle of the divide haha (Yes, Thorin x OC is also on the list, what can I say? I like both)

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Wyllvember Day 11: Shadowheart

A/N: And this day marks some of the most dreaded prompts, because as much as I love the way the companions were written and their dilemmas, I alway recycle the same 4 comapnions no matter the playthrough, so I am very much out of my depth in this lol. Prompts belong to @sagscrib, additionally tagging the lovely @commander-yinello. WC: 653

Wyll was a friendly person. He made sure to always treat others with kindness and warmth first and foremost, unless they give him a reason not to. And although it hasn’t always worked in his favour, he abides by his principles. He is also well-aware that not everyone responds to his semi-openness with the same.

Shadowheart was one of those people. She wasn’t openly hostile unless Lae’zel breathed in her vicinity. She didn’t talk about herself much or her motivations, and when a major decision was being made by Tav, while she did say her opinion on the matter and was appreciative of it being heeded, she also didn’t seem to mind their leaders own decision-making not always relying on another’s.

Of course, later he learned that her slight stand-offish attitude and general neutrality was, at least in some way, a byproduct of her Shar worship. Wyll didn’t have any quarrels with worshippers of gods seen in a more negative light, unless of course they gave him a reason to. In his mind, one’s choice of being to worship didn’t always mean they were a bad person. There were after all many different forms of worship and many different interpretations of the Gods and their domains. In other words, unless Shadowheart suddenly decided to begin murdering and torturing innocents, or putting curses on entire bloodlines for not seeing her Lady in the same light she did, he didn’t care who she prayed to each day.

As the days passed and more was revealed about both companions and tadpoles, however, he saw a slight change in her. Wyll wasn’t the most insightful person, but he had met enough people suffering from magical or otherwise induced amnesia to know some of their tells. He caught her staring pensively into the fire once when Gale recounted a ridiculous tale from his childhood, a finger smoothing over the scar on her hand. It was a thoughtful look, but there was also a slight fear behind it. If it was deemed she didn’t perform well enough, that she hadn’t shown enough devotion, it was incredibly likely she would never be able to get her memories back. She would never remember her childhood, who she liked and who she argued with. She wouldn’t be able to figure out why a certain toy at a stall made her heart ache or why a scent from an open window made her tear up. She would be forced to reinvent herself all over again, and though there was freedom in being able to start over, it was not what everyone wanted to do. Or at the very least, they would do so under their terms.

They bonded slightly, though not to the extent he did with Karlach or Gale. They shared stories of how they remembered the streets of Baldur’s Gate, of the stalls with the best food and the places where they could cause the most mischief. And whenever Shadowheart’s eyes had even a slight look of emptiness in the effort to remember, the conversation was masterfully steered away by the Blade of Frontiers, opting to instead speculate on where their journey would lead them. Eventually, they began to consider themselves friendly acquaintances, as Tav calls such a bond. One where they trust each other and know each other to enough to know what, but they wouldn’t necessarily call each other friends. Such is life in groups.

But despite not them being the closest of friends, he was still there to offer words of distraction and potentially advice when the Shadow cursed lands did the opposite of strengthening her faith and instead left her with more questions, some answered by Aylin, some still lingering. And though he couldn’t say he has ever been personally scorned by a god, he most certainly wasn’t going to let one take Shadowheart away from what little support she had the way Mizora did to him.

#wyllweek #wyllvember #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #shadowheart #bg3 #blue writes

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #653

Write about a system buying some muffins!

#pluralgang #plural system #pluralprompt #plurality #prompt #prompt blog #fluff #food #shopping

[stealingyourbones]

DPXDC Prompt Masterlist #651-700

651. Danny is a School Nurse 652. Bruce meets College Buddies Jack & Maddie 653. Not Enough Ectoplasm in Gotham 654. Tim Finds Inhuman Danny (Fav Prompts) 655. Respect Your King 656. GL hears of AEA 657. GIW finds Red Hood 658. Gotham and Metropolis on Ghost Council 659. Ghostly Amazo 660. Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell 661. Self Defense Danny 662. Slushie Ectoplasm 663. Kwan: Super Lawyer (Fav Prompts) 664. Killer Croc and Wulf >:D 665. Sam Manson Summoning (Fav Prompts) 666. Tim Summons GK to Find Batman (Fav Prompts) 667. GK is Summoned: Barry Edition 668. Jimmy Olsen: Damsel In Distress 669. Jimmy Olsen is a Ghost (Fav Prompts) 670. Danny Races YJ 671. Red Huntress meets Red Robin (Fav Prompts) 672. Wes Weston and Jimmy Olsen >:) 673. Jim Gordon adopts Danny (Fav Prompts) 674. Tim is Trapped in the Bat Computer 675. Immortal Halfa Tim AU 676. Mute Ghost Speak Jason Todd (Fav Prompts) 677. Jason Todd has Johnny 13's Bike (Fav Prompts) 678. Danny Meets an Imp 679. Harley Quinn finds Cujo 680. Non Linear Nasty Burger (Fav Prompts) 681. Blue Beetle Scarab Ghost Speak Translator 682. Tucker Gets a WaynePhone 683. Wonder Woman and Danny work at Taco Whiz 684. Wes Weston Nightwing Identity Reveal 685. Jimmy Olsen & Danny Identity Reveal (Fav Prompts) 686. Ember meets Firefly 687. Tim Accidentally Takes Ectoplasm (Fav Prompts) 688. Kryptonite is Infinite Realms Currency 689. Kara meets Dani (Fav Prompts) 690. Alfred Meets Danny in Underground Caves 691. Danny is one of Billys Patrons (Fav Prompts) 692. All Liminals Proceed to the Route 693. Billy is hunted by the GIW 694. Golden Glider meets Dani 695. Killer Frost meets Danny 696. Lois Lane interviews Jazz at Arkham (Fav Prompts) 697. The Question goes to Amity 698. Danny Finds the Fortress of Solitude 699. Phantom Girl Finds the Ghost Zone 700. Tim finds Connor. Connor is a Halfa. (Fav Prompts)

#dpxdc #bones masterlist #finally getting to these ones

[go-to-the-mirror]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship: Tenth Doctor & Donna Noble

Characters: Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who), Donna Noble

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Interrogation, Episode: s04e03 Planet of the Ood, Episode AU: s04e03 Planet of the Ood, The Doctor & Donna Noble are a Comedic Duo, i really hope i’m not pulling a steven moffat w/ this whumptober so thats why i’m going to work, extra hard and maybe burn out idk i just cant make it bad, (do not do this), He/Him and It/Its Pronouns for the Tenth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Language: English

Published: 2023-10-18

Words: 653

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

The Doctor and Donna are asked to answer a few questions. --- “Oi!” Donna cuts in. The Doctor does its best to not sigh out loud. “Why aren’t you hitting me now?” “Donna—“ “You’d think that in two thousand years we’d’ve solved sexism.” “You getting punched in the face isn’t a win for women’s rights!” --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 18. Prompt is: tortured for information.

Warnings:

Blood

Slavery (mentioned) (canonical)

Violence

“You know,” the Doctor says, conversationally. “I would be much more inclined to help if you didn’t— Ow!”

He’s punched in the stomach this time — better than the face, it likes this face, and broken noses are always a hassle.

“Leave him alone!” Donna shouts.

“Look, all we want to know is what you lot are planning,” says the man, the Doctor didn’t catch his name and frankly it doesn’t care.

“We’ve told you,” Donna says. “We’re not planning anything, we’re just travellers.”

The man gets all up in the Doctor’s space, who leans away as far as it can. “If you don’t start telling the truth, I’ll hit the girl.”

“Oi!” Donna cuts in. The Doctor does its best to not sigh out loud. “Why aren’t you hitting me now?”

“Donna—“

“You’d think that in two thousand years we’d’ve solved sexism.”

“Well, considering they have actual slaves, I’m not surprised,” the Doctor hisses. “Besides, you getting punched in the face isn’t a win for women’s rights!”

“And you getting punched in the face isn’t a win for alien—” Donna catches herself, right after it would’ve helped.

The Doctor turns back to face the man, dreading what’s to come.

“What do you mean, alien?”

“Just our little joke,” the Doctor responds, laughing nervously. “So odd, must be an alien, right Donna.”

“Yup! Really odd, this one. Way too thin. Kind of strange.”

They would make a good improv troupe. Good at interrogations… not so much.

“What sort of alien are you?” the man asks.

“Not alien!” the Doctor responds. “One hundred percent human!”

The man punches him in the face. The Doctor’s head whips to the side. A drop of blood rolls down his face and lands on its coat.

“Not an alien.”

He’s punched again, and beside it, he can feel Donna flinch.

“Still not an alien.”

The man punches him in the nose again, and the Doctor lets out a cry.

“He’s a Time Lord!” Donna blurts out. She winces. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

The Doctor looks up at the man. He’d say it looks more intimidating when he’s got blood dripping down his face and still has its defiant stare. He hopes it does, at least.

“I’m a Time Lord,” the Doctor says. “From Gallifrey.”

The man seems more confused than anything. Humans and their isolation, anyone else would be at least a little unnerved.

“That’s supposed to make you frightened,” Donna chirps. The Doctor turns its head to give Donna a look and promptly gets punched again.

“Doesn’t frighten me,” says the man.

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Stop hitting him,” Donna shifts closer to him. “We told you, we don’t have a plan, now can we go.”

“No plan,” the Doctor backs her up. “Never got a plan. Just stroll in, me.”

“Then why did you try to free the Ood?”

“Because what you’re doing to them is barbaric, do I really need to say anything else?”

He’s punched again and Donna elbows him in the ribs, which it really thinks is not the time. “Doctor, is there any way you can not antagonise the person actively hurting you?” she hisses.

“Not really,” it responds.

“You’re the worst.”

“You love me—“ he’s cut off by another fist hitting its stomach.

“Leave it alone!” Donna shouts.

“What are you planning and what did you do? How did you find them?”

“Not planning anything, done barely anything, luck.”

The man punches him yet again and Donna blurts out, “He heard them!”

The Doctor deflates as Donna continues. “He’s telepathic, it heard them sing, they were afraid. We’re not just gonna leave them there.”

“Donna,” the Doctor says. “Why?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t just let them hurt you.”

“And worse is fine?”

“What do you mean worse is fine?”

The Doctor motions with his head to where the man is talking in a hushed tone over the radio.

“Ah,” Donna says. “Fuck.”

#whumptober2023 #no.18 #tortured for information #doctor who #fic #tenth doctor #donna noble #doctordonna #tenth doctor fanfiction #donna noble fanfiction #doctordonna fanfiction #my lonely writing #theyre sooo stupid i love them <3 #episode: planet of the ood #anyway that's all for fics today #doctor who fanfiction

[fateinthestars]

Star Crossed Myth Advent Calendar Fanfic: Day Sixteen - Home Comforts (Aigonorus/MC)

(Twenty-Four days of Star Crossed Myth Flash Fics using this prompt list)

Title: Day Sixteen - Home Comforts

Pairing: Aigonorus/MC (MC's name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 653

Rating: T

Prompt: "A tender hug, just staying together for a while"

Summary: MC's work day is cut short due to an equipment failure. Aigonorus is there to provide comfort.

A/N: Slight spoilers for Aigonorus' path. Set after his sequel epilogue.

Day Sixteen: Home Comforts (Aigonorus/MC)

___ sighed softly to herself as she packed her stuff away ready for going home early from the planetarium. This had supposed to have been the last main event for work before Christmas, but the projector had broken down partway through the performance. No one had done anything wrong, it was just one of those things, but the event being cut short like this and having to refund the customers had left her in a rather downbeat mood.

Saying goodbye to Hiyori, ___ walked slowly home, now feeling rather sad. Aigonorus normally made time to come and walk home with her unless there was absolutely no way he could get away from work, but as she wasn’t scheduled to leave yet there was no reason for him to be there right now. 

It was so early she could have gone shopping or taken in a Christmas event, but she didn’t really feel like doing that on her own. I wish Aigo could be here.

About to head straight home, ___ paused as she was about to head past the convenience store. Well, as she was early, she might as well get the ingredients to make marshmallows so she could surprise Aigonorus with them later. Unless she could get a message to him somehow, she’d probably have to head back to the planetarium when it was time for work to actually end, else he’d probably worry about where she was.

Now at least having something to do, ___ quickly bought the items she needed from the shop and then headed home, opening her apartment door.

As she stepped inside, she realised she wasn’t alone. Before she could say anything, she felt herself pulled into a tender and loving embrace by her boyfriend.

Leaning into Aigonorus, ___ let him pull her down onto the sofa. “Aigo? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“So should you,” Aigonorus muttered, frowning at her with concern. “Your wish reached me. I checked the reflecting pool first and saw you were heading back this way… what happened?”

___ leant into him. “Projector broke. Not much point being at work when we can’t put on any shows.”

Aigonorus sighed softly. “These things happen, right?”

“Of course, but…”

Smiling gently at her, Aigonorus squeezed her a little. “You like your work to go well. If you’d called out to me I could have fixed it you know. You aren’t trying to handle things on your own again are you?”

___ looked up at him, swallowing at the frown now on his face. “No. I didn’t really think of that. But if I had, wouldn’t that have raised a lot of questions? Like we’d already identified the fault - If it started working again, the customers would have still been annoyed and then the director would be very confused as to what was going on with the equipment. It might even have caused him to have a go at the company that makes it.”

Aigonorus’ eyes widened. “... Oh.” He then smiled kindly at her. “Then what can I do?”

“... I would say just continue holding me like this, but, don’t you need to get back? You’re only here now because I made a wish which means you’re technically still working.”

Sighing, Aigonorus glanced away slightly. “Meh, let Leon yell at me tomorrow. I’m not leaving you here alone like this.”

“I’m fine, really.”

Aigonorus looked back at her, his expression showing that he did not believe that for a second. “___ …”

___ sighed and forced a smile. “... I’m fine now, then. I bought stuff to make marshmallows…”

The other smiled brightly at that. “Let’s do that together then. But later. I just want to hold you for now. You still need a hug and I still need my full dosage of ___ softness for today.”

Smiling more genuinely at that, ___ squeezed Aigonorus gently.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms on the sofa.

#star crossed myth fanfic #scm fanfic #scm #star crossed myth #scm aigonorus #star crossed myth christmas #star crossed myth advent calendar fic #aigonorus x mc

[voxofthevoid]

Writer Interview

Tagged by @backwardshirt and @joeys-piano. Thanks, guys 🧡

Bless the sorting functions on the Ao3 stats page. I've included a bit of commentary because I have thoughts about everything.

Most hits: 87,146 hits for if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees)

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MCU, stucky. This is Part 1 of my most popular series and hands down my most popular fic, and while I knew the approximate kudos count, I was not prepared to see the exact hit count right now. Holy shit. I love you horny fuckers so much.

Most comments: 703 comment threads for Midnight Lover

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Yuri on Ice, victuuri. The longest story I've ever written, complete or not. Midnight Lover is the main story, but it's got a few extras too. It's old enough that I'm no longer proud of the craft, but writing it taught me a lot all the same, and it'll always be kinda special to me.

Least words: 653 words for Conquer

NBC Hannibal, hannigram. That's a blast from the past. When I started writing fanfic, I had no clue where to start, so I tackled a bunch of themed challenges, writing one line per prompt. I remember being happy with the aftermath, though I haven't even glanced at my Hannibal fics in ages. Honestly though, I wouldn't be able to do this now.

Tagging (no pressure) @naamah-beherit, @spacebuck, @cursedvibes, @lilyfarseer, and @ddelline

#tag game

[korokposting]

state of the wips update

haven't done this in a while so! here we go

bite the hand: 31.5k (sheik/link) (sheik is zelda)

if you have somehow missed me talking about this. ~5 years post-oot, canon divergence where link hasn't returned to his childhood. gender, trauma and slowburn. also it's t4t because this is my extremely self indulgent passion project. estimated final word count 60-80k

two slow dancers (working title): 700 (zelda/link)

returning to my pre-calamity angst roots for the zelinktines prompt "dusk"...will either be a oneshot or two chapters depending on if i decide to partially resolve the angst or not. if i don't then probably 3-5k, double that if i do

bodys 2 (working title): 653 (zelda/link)

a more in-depth version of our bodies could fall apart, focusing on gloom sickness as chronic illness. no idea about estimated total tbh

historians: 1513 (ganondorf/link)

yeah we're ganlinking! outside of any game's canon, this ganondorf is being demonised as the next king of evil because he wants to resist hyrule's subjugation of his people. no idea about total word count because i'm trying so hard to not turn it into a longfic

#korok writes