#prompt: spark

[this-is-ris]

Day 15- Spark!

"I feel quite warmed to you"🔆

#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #gposers #ffxiv viera #ffxiv oc #vierapril #ris dei ijla #vierapril 2024 #ffxiv dnc #prompt: spark #shall we dance?

[qara-wen]

VIERAPRIL 【第 15 天】 SPARK ✨

This sparks joy.

#ffxiv screenshots #gposers #ffxiv viera #viera #vierapril #prompt: spark #qara wen #in the immortal words of Marie Kondo #only you can start forest fires #oops skipping days now :)

[bemsbigboom]

Day 15: Spark

Bem is a follower of Azeyma. With her guidance, his spark can grow into an inferno.

(Let's just hope it's for good and not mischievous actions)

#ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #bem dei-ilja #azeyma #viera rava #ffxiv #ffxiv viera #bnuuy #gposers #vierapril #vierapril 2024 #my oc #prompt: spark #i think this is my favorite photo so far

[polyamships]

[ID: “Polyam Shipping Day / 14th of every month”. Next to the text is a red infinity sign that finishes in a heart on top. Above the text are rows of stylized hearts in the colors of both versions of the polyam pride flag (black, red, bright blue, light green, dark green, light blue, navy). /end ID]      

October 14th 2022 is our 21st Polyam Shipping Day.

The optional theme for it is:  🎇 Spark ✨

Thoughts on the theme for anyone who wants a little more inspiration: it could be about the spark between two or more people: romantic or platonic, maybe between metamours. Or it could be about the spark of life. Or magical universe and a person/polycule and their magic spark. Or maybe it could be literal: starting a fire, fireworks, cracking lightning, an electrical spark. Maybe it's about what sparks their imagination... in more ways than one. Or maybe it's about the spark of revolution: how would your OT3/4/5 act in a revolt? Who's siding with who? Perhaps it's a horror theme: bringing someone back with a spark, someone using sparks as a weapon, someone sparking the apocalypse.

We’ll be tracking #PolyamShippingDay, and keeping an eye out for any @polyamships mentions too. We will reblog any polyam-positive fanworks featuring polyamorous ships of any configuration/type from any fandom. All ratings are welcome but anything nsfw/triggery should be warned for and behind a read more, as should very long tumblr fic.

You can also submit works directly to the blog or send us asks to let us know to check your blog for a post. If you’re posting on AO3, our collection name is ‘PolyamShippingDay‘ and you can post to the collection here. Only fanworks submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official AO3 collection will be included in our roundup. Please also let us know what prompt you created for, if any - people are always welcome to create for past prompts instead.

We now have a Discord - invite here - if you want a place to chat about your ships or what you’re creating for them.

We look forward to seeing what people create for it. If you’re enthused about the day, we’d be especially appreciative of any reblogs to help spread the word about the event.

#OT3 #OT4 #PolyamShippingDay #polyshipping #polyshippingday #polyships #poly shipping #poly ships #polyamships #polyam ships #polyam shipping #polyamorous shipping #polyamorous ships #polyamory #modposts #polyamships prompts #PolyamShippingDay prompts #prompt: spark

[spacedace]

Yall someone on reddit made a list of reverse writing tropes as prompts and I'm losing my damn mind over them:

I want to write something for each and every one of these. I already have ideas for some of them holy shit I love these 🤣

#writing prompts #reverse trope writing prompts #fic prompts #the accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss one has sparked something in my brain and mixed with a couple others on this list #and i'm deeply concerned i may have yet *another* dpxdc fic brewing now 😂

[threeartistsandapen]

#inktober2021 #day 27 #prompt: spark #jay

[ekat-fandom-blog]

Every day, there's an important event written on Danny's arm. Or, at least, his parents and Jazz say they're important. Danny was just happy to be getting to know his soulmate through the ever changing soulmark.

The event written on his arm was the most important thing to happen to his soulmate that day. They helped him understand what it meant when his mark told him that his soulmate learned they were never going to see his parents again. They worried with him when his arm said that his soulmate's uncle got rid of his soulmate. They got upset with him every time it said that they'd run away from foster care, every time it said that his soulmate was hurt by the foster families. They comforted him every time the soulmark on his arm told him that his soulmate almost died. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were there with him the day the mark on his arm said "Became Champion of Magic".

His soulmate stopped having near death experiences as often after that.

Billy had tried to check his mark every day, but most of the time it was rather bland. His soulmate had a very bland life. Other than the occasional "parents exploded something" or "got shoved in a locker" their life sounded amazing. He was kind of jealous. Not that he thought being bullied was easy or anything, but he didn't want to be homeless or in the shitty foster care system.

He became very worried when "dies" is written on his arm and is very confused when there continues to be more important events written on his arm after that.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #soulmate au #important event soulmate au #billyxdanny #DyingSparksShip #dying sparks

[spark-circuit]

i think one of my favourite things about tumblr will always be the universal solidarity of Committing To The Bit. like yes that is a great colour for a children's hospital! of course i'm going to make my poll choice to add more vanilla extract to the cake! you have a great fanart of my favourite media down in the cellar, and i should go down first? well don't mind if i do!

#spark talks about nothing of relevance #tumblr #we're all actors on the grand electronic stage improving off of one prompt at the same time #it's one big site-wide game of Whose Line Is It Anyway #you just don't get this kinda content on facebook or twitter

[oldfangirl81]

Kid fic plot idea

Danny discovered after anti-Ecto Acts were repealed there was a spike of liminals being discovered. Many had been considered just meta until everything around the GIW came out. This meant there were occasionally liminals put into foster care in the mortal world.

After finishing his degree Danny took the throne as King of the Infinite Realm. These liminal kids fell under his jurisdiction. Most of the time Danny just found homes for them with the help of his social worker advisors Jazz & Elle.

Except for a pair of siblings discovered in a lab. They were designer clones of an alien species and a liminal. Luckily they were rescued at only six weeks old. Danny was their only parent.

The kids developed a few peculiar tastes as they grew up. Eventually Danny had to carry around plain rice cakes with him everywhere because it was close enough to Styrofoam to make them happy, but an actual edible item that wouldn't get CPS called on his civilian identity again. Even in Gotham people get worried about kids eating toxic substances. Maybe especially Gotham because who knows what will create the next rogue.

Oracle keeps a folder of the ridiculous incidents of Danny & kids vs Rogues.

They escaped the baby-sitter one day. Icicle Jr turned himself in, begging to get away from the hyper toddlers. They kept calling him "kinda daddy" because ice reminded them of Danny's core.

They escaped the new baby-sitter. Killer Croc slept for hours after he stumbled across them lost in the sewers, exhausted by the kiddos wanting to wrestle for hours before they'd agreed to go home. Killer Croc eventually flagged down Signal to return them.

The first day of preschool went well. The second day did not. The two ran from the school and made it all the way to Central City. Flash and Captain Cold didn't know how to react to a pair of preschoolers demanding to play tag too in the middle of a robbery.

It only surprised a few folks that the best nanny ended up being Harley. The kiddos spotted the hyenas one day and wanted to pet the doggy.

#fic prompt #ghost king danny #dp x dc #i was an odd kid who loved plain rice cakes #i still do #that sparked this #yes i also just read some xmen comics

[skelekins]

🔞💕 stone..for uh science

🔬🧪

;3 full 🔞 suggestive under cut

#HEHE #tysm for the prompt #took a bit to get these out/finish up #enjoying this approach to magic bod #cw suggestive #stone would bring flowers or (more likely since the only flowers around are echo) a piece of jewelry/crystal knick knack for a date #also #he's quite good with a variety of silk knots #=w= #swapfell facet #stone sans #skelekins art #he'd wear more jewelry but his brother helps keep this himbo humbo for the first date #(also drawing jewelry is hard lsdkjfsdklfj) #outfit ask meme #trying to put his magic sizzle on him more #he's almost always is sparking magic due to posturing/excess

[virescent-v]

Hey, can I request #92 pls. Maybe with a little angst but I’m leaving it to you🩷

hi hi hi, so sorry this took like...two weeks. life, ya know?

it started as something, and im not sure this is the angst you were really looking for (that really isn't my area of expertise i should work on that lmfao) but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Definitely Not Friends

Word Count: 2.7k+

Prompt: “friends don’t do this kind of shit”

Warnings: It's smutty, ya'll, but not my "normal" kind of smut

The repetitive nature of your ongoing…tryst with Emily was getting under your skin. It had all started off so innocently; just some casual flirtation between coworkers. Nothing that Derek and Penelope haven’t been accused of over the years. But before you knew it, you were spending more alone time with Emily than any of your other coworkers. Late night talks on the phone, dinners after long cases to unwind, Friday night movie nights, the list goes on. 

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Just two coworkers who saw some terrible shit every day who got on well enough to lean on one another. 

But then Emily started pushing the envelope. 

A brush across your shoulders as she was passing by. A squeeze of your hand before getting out of the SUV to catch a killer. Eye contact that lasted just a little too long. A lip bite that made your breath catch. 

Innocent enough things that you convinced yourself you were just imagining them. 

But then one night after a gut wrenching case, she kissed you. 

She had driven you home from the airport after getting back from a two week case in Minnesota. It was well after midnight, you could barely keep your eyes open, and you couldn’t figure out if you wanted to spend the rest of the night crying, eating your feelings in ice cream, or sleeping for the next six days. 

She walked you to your door, nothing out of the usual. You looked at her before going inside to say goodbye, but she engulfed you in the best hug of your life. Her arms around you were strong. Supportive. You could feel your whole body melt into hers. 

You’ve never felt more safe. 

When you pulled back a little to look at her, your eyes caught and you tried to convey everything you couldn’t find the words for. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

And then, she kissed you and she ran. 

You stood stupefied on your porch, watched her get back into the unmarked SUV before speeding off into the night. 

You didn’t talk to her for three days. 

At work, she acted like everything was normal. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to bring it up because you weren’t even sure what it was. Was it just a comfort thing? Did she have feelings for you? You couldn’t tell. Emily was so hard to read on a good day, let alone when your head was all over the place. 

A few days passed and it had seemed like everything went back to normal. You talked every day, had gone to a few meals together, and she came over for a movie night. 

Except this movie night was different, too. 

She was wearing a skimpier set of pajamas. A loose fitting tank top and the shortest pair of shorts you had ever seen. You knew for a fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples were visible through the material. You weren’t sure how she hadn’t caught you staring. 

She sat closer to you on the couch than normal, too. Your sides were basically joined from shoulder to thigh. You could feel her warmth radiating from her to you, the nervous excitement making your body heat up even more in return. 

Again, you weren’t sure what was happening, but you were going to roll with it. The unknowing was thrilling in itself. 

Emily fell asleep halfway through whatever romcom you had put on, her head on your shoulder, her hand lazily resting on your thigh. 

You were too nervous to move, your breaths short as not to jostle her. 

You’re pretty sure you could die happy on this couch with Emily’s head resting on you. 

It was almost the end of the movie when Emily shuffled in her sleep, her head moving towards the crook of your neck, her hand traveling dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. You could feel the heat erupt through your body, your stomach starting to twist into knots. You knew you should probably wake her, get her into your guest bed, and go to sleep. But you were enjoying her being this close too much. 

You could feel her breath against the side of your neck, the little puffs of air almost tickling. She grunted in her sleep, her hand tightening around your thigh, her nose nuzzling against you as she let out a sexy little “mmhmm.” 

Your mind immediately went to the gutter and you could only imagine her making that sound as she ground her hips against yours in your bed. 

You pressed your thighs together to stop the zoom of arousal that shot through you. You barely suppressed the moan that wanted to tumble from your lips. 

You finally gained the courage to wake her and get her to the guest room. Sleepy Emily was one of your favorites; she turned almost incoherent and klutzy and it was maybe the cutest thing you’d ever seen. 

As you were pulling the sheets up around her, she all but dragged you into the bed with her. She got you settled under the covers and immediately cuddled into you, making you into the little spoon. Again, you could feel her breath on your neck, her hand lazily drawing patterns on your upper thigh and hip. 

You felt yourself freeze as she sleepily mumbled, “Stop overthinking it. Go to sleep.” 

You woke up the next morning and she was already gone. 

Your life with Emily continued on like this for a month. Little things would happen that would make you question your relationship to her and then she’d act as if nothing happened and that you two were just really good friends. 

It was making your mind spin, giving you a constant headache. 

You were almost fed up with the constant see-sawing, ready to talk to her about what was happening, when you two first fell into bed together. 

Another bad case, a late night out at the bar with everyone, and too many shots of tequila. 

You woke up the following morning with a pounding headache, a dry mouth, and fuzzy memories of the night before. All you could remember was the smell of her signature perfume, the feel of lips on skin, and sore muscles. 

You probably would’ve written it off, thought it was just your overactive imagination if it hadn’t been for the rather large bite mark on the inside of your thigh. 

You could feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, especially since the memories were still alluding you. You probably would’ve tried to write it off as a random hook up if it hadn’t been for the fact that Emily had woken up in bed beside you, an almost matching bite mark against her collarbone. 

This time, it was a little harder to write off what had happened. Especially since you were both naked. 

You could feel your mouth opening and closing like a fish, an almost panicked look in your eyes. 

Emily cleared her throat. “Wanna get breakfast?” 

You were never more appreciative and pissed for her nonchalant attitude. 

“Sure,” you said, a sudden burst of confidence hitting you as you got out of bed to head to the bathroom without worrying about covering up. 

You’re pretty sure you heard Emily gasp as you closed the bathroom door, a little victorious smirk playing at your lips. 

Again, you two never talked about what happened. 

It almost seemed like a game. How many days you two could go before stumbling into one of these moments together. 

You made it thirty-six hours without snuggling on the couch for a movie. 

You made it thirty-seven hours without Emily’s hand finding your thigh. 

You made it eighty-eight hours without her kissing you after a night out. 

You made it one hundred and fourteen hours before she was back in your bed. 

Except this time, you were both sober. 

You had almost gotten yourself killed. Not on purpose, just a run in with one of the many psychopaths you deal with at work. Wrong place, wrong time kind of thing. 

But after he’d been placed in cuffs, Emily had this absolutely feral look in her eyes. Uncaged. Like she was seconds away from combusting. 

She drove you home. Like always. But the entire ride was silent. 

You made it into your apartment, the door barely closed behind you before she exploded. “What the fuck were you thinking?” She shouted. 

It made you take a step back. She’d never raised her voice at you before. Emily was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her fists clenched at her sides. 

You were sure you looked scared, befuddled, bewildered. You couldn’t even process quick enough to say anything before she continued. 

“You almost got yourself killed! He had you pinned to the fucking floor! There’s bruises along your arms from where he touched you!” At this point, you could see Emily almost vibrating with her anger. But you were fairly certain she wasn’t actually angry. At least you hoped not. 

“I can’t believe you would be so reckless to walk into a building alone! You knew what he was capable of! How sneaky he’s been! But you didn’t care!” Emily started pacing around the floor, her eyes wild, but focused on her hands, her fingers twisting around each other. 

You could feel your own misplaced anger starting to race through your veins. “I knew what I was doing! I had cleared the room! I don’t know how he got the jump on me, but how on earth is that my fucking fault, Emily? We split up, like we do to cover the premises, and I drew the short end of the stick!” You let out a breath. “Why are you blaming me? Blame him!” 

She spun around to face you, her nostrils flaring. “I am! But I’m also blaming you!” 

You rolled your eyes, tossed your hands up,” Why? What did I do? Why are you mad at me and yelling at me?” 

“Because you didn’t wait for me!”  

Your eyes caught Emily’s. Beneath the anger, beneath her guarded shell, you could see the fear in her eyes. The realization that something worse than a couple of bruises could have happened. 

You tried to open your mouth, say something, but before you could, Emily muttered a quick “fuck it” before crossing the room to you, crushing her lips to yours. 

Before you knew it, clothes were scattered along the hallway to your bedroom. 

Emily tossed you back onto the bed, her body quickly making its way between your thighs. You quickly wrapped your legs around her waist, dragging her closer to you, tangling your hands in her hair as you brought her down for another heated kiss. 

Emily broke away from you, trailing her lips down the side of your neck, quickly finding the spot behind your ear that made you moan out loud. She spent a considerable amount of time there, making sure to leave her mark before moving lower down your throat, kissing across your collarbones, and down between the valley between your breasts. 

She wasted no time wrapping her lips around your turgid peak, taking satisfaction in the way it made you fist the sheets below you in your hands. She made sure to give the same attention to the other nipple, her hand making sure to not leave the opposite one alone for long. 

Emily could spend hours giving your breasts the attention they deserved, but she was almost as impatient as you seemed to be, so she kept making her way down your body, finding the sweet spots that made you whimper or sigh, making note of them for later. 

You could feel how wet you were already, but with Emily between your legs, you couldn’t get any friction to help the ache that was building. 

“Em, please,” you whispered, almost embarrassed by how much you needed her. The build up from all of the times she was just a little too close, the lingering touches, and even the thought of the last time you two fell into bed together (even though you unfortunately don’t remember much of it). It was driving you crazy. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” she smirked at you before swiping her tongue through your wetness. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out, your eyes rolling back a little, one of your hands shooting down to her hair to keep her there. 

Emily ate you out as if her life depended on it, as if she could spend the rest of her life between your legs. She took her time to explore every inch of you, figuring out what moves made you whine, which ones made your entire body shudder, and what made you grip her hair harder. 

It didn’t take long for you to climb towards the edge of your orgasm, but before you could fall over, Emily stopped and pulled away from you. 

The gasp, the outrage on your face almost made Emily laugh out loud. “I love being friends with you,” she snickered at you, a taunting glint in her eyes. 

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit,” you scoffed, flabbergasted at Emily’s ability, even with your juices all over her face, to ignore what was happening between you two. 

You could feel Emily pause, her body tight, afraid to move. She didn’t expect you to lash out, and she could tell you weren’t really happy with her, upset with her disregard of everything. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her hands finding purchase on your hips, her thumbs rubbing back and forth a little. “I never knew how to…address this,” she shrugged. 

You nearly laughed at how small she looked, unable to make eye contact with you. She didn’t have an issue with having her mouth on your pussy two minutes ago, but now she couldn’t look you in the eye. 

“A conversation would’ve been a good place to start, Em. You made me feel like I was going crazy.” 

Her eyes finally caught yours and you could instantly tell that she really did feel sorry. Feelings just weren’t her thing. Before she could apologize again, you cut her off, “We can talk about it after you finish fucking me, Emily.” 

You watched her demeanor transform to something hungrier, cockier, feral. “Yes ma’am,” she mockingly saluted before connecting her lips to yours again, trying to convey everything that she was feeling. 

Her hand traveled down from your hip, stilling at the apex of your thighs, silently asking for permission. You nodded against her, your lips still connected in a heated kiss. 

She teasingly stroked your warm, wet pussy with her hand, gathering your juices on her fingers. She pulled back from your kiss, watching your expression as she slowly thrusted two fingers inside of you. 

You tried to keep eye contact with her, but after the build up of all of the little moments between you, it felt so good to finally have her inside of you. Emily slowly built up to an almost punishing pace, something fast, and hard, and exactly what you needed. Her fingers curled at just the right angle to hit that spot inside of you that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. 

Emily’s other hand made contact with your straining clit, rubbing tight, little circles to match her thrusts. You could feel yourself rushing towards that edge again, a breath away from letting go. 

“Come on, pretty girl. Let go for me.” 

Your release hit you like a freight train, your back arching off of the bed, your mouth open in a silent scream. You felt your muscles tense, the euphoria washing through you, before letting go and relaxing as Emily fucked you through your orgasm. You tried to catch your shallow breath, a light sheen of sweat across your flushed skin, before looking at Emily, your hands starting to dance across her skin. 

Emily’s own hands caught yours, catching the questioning look in your eyes. She kissed both of your palms before tangling your fingers together. “Later, baby. We should talk first.” 

Those words would usually cause a rush of panic to course through your blood, but something about the way that Emily was looking at you put you at ease. 

You took a deep breath, smiling a little at her, kissing her hands in return. “Yeah, we should.” 

She smiled back. 

And she didn’t run.

#virescent v fanfic #prompt fill #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss fanfiction #no use of y/n #ask v! #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #sorry if this isnt angsty or smutty enough lmfao i wanted to just write something to spark the motivation to write again #also this was edited by me reading it once so if theres mistakes im sorry for that too lolol

[diazsdimples]

Several Sentence Sunday

Let's pretend this is WIP I've introduced and didn't start yesterday, okay? Okay.

Tagged for Inspiration Saturday by @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @tizniz and @fortheloveofbuddie (count this as your Sunday tag chaps).

Eddie shifts the truck into park, and turns to face Buck, noticing the way his husband doesn’t meet his eye when he looks at him. Buck’s twisting his fingers, methodically rubbing his thumbs over the pads of each finger in sequence, a strategy Eddie knows he uses to ground himself. “Buck,” Eddie says, hooking a finger under his chin so they’re looking into each other’s eyes. “What’s your safeword?” “W-what?” Buck stammers, his eyebrows knitting together. Usually, before they scene, Eddie checks his colour, makes sure Buck is okay with everything that’s about to happen, and that’s enough. But today, Eddie can tell Buck isn’t in the right headspace to just plough on through. He needs to be taken care of. “You safeword, amor,” Eddie repeats, stroking his thumb over the apple of Buck’s cheek. Buck swallows, his throat clicking audibly, and he leans into Eddie’s hand. “Red,” he replies, his voice soft, as though he’s already slipping a little into that quiet, soft space where he goes when he feels safe. “And if you can’t talk?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t want to let anything to chance, not today when he can tell Buck needs this so badly. Badly enough that he’s been acting like a little shit since he left Bobby’s office. “One tap for good, two taps for pause, three taps to stop completely,” Buck recites diligently. “But why – I mean – Bobby already –“ “Bobby dealt with you his way. Now it’s my turn to discipline you my way. The way you need.” He eyes Buck thoughtfully, a little worried about how in his head Buck already seems to be. “What’s your colour, sweetheart?” “G-green, sir,” Buck replies without hesitation, and Eddie smiles, scratching Buck’s head with his blunt nails. “Good boy, thank you for telling me.” Eddie shuts off the engine and climbs out of the truck, circling around to open Buck’s door for him when he notices the blond still sitting there, his expression tight, as though he’s in pain. “Come on, out of the car,” he instructs, noting with satisfaction that Buck instantly does as he’s told, sliding off the seat and hitting the gravel of the driveway with a crunch. “Now, go wait for me in the lounge. I want you on your knees. I’m going to go grab something first and then I’ll meet you in there, okay?” Buck obediently follows Eddie into the house, listing heavily against Eddie’s form as he unlocks the door. Eddie takes Buck’s hand and leads him into the lounge, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple as he pulls away. “I’ll be back in a second. On your knees.” Eddie turns before he gives Buck the chance to obey and strides down the hallway to their bedroom, where he rummages through the closet until he finds the old, unsuspecting cardboard box at the back. He carefully extracts the long, black riding crop, and passes it through his hands, admiring the sleek handle and the small, black leather tongue at the end, with the red trimming that always looks so beautiful against Buck’s skin. Yeah, that’ll do nicely, he thinks.

No pressure tagging @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @puppyboybuckley @bucksbackwardcap @aroeddiediaz @pirrusstuff @housewifebuck @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @buckbuckgoose @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @wildlife4life @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @evanbegins @nmcggg @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rainbow-nerdss @kitteneddiediaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @smilingbuckley @thekristen999 @princehattric

#this shall henceforth be known as brat!buck fic #thanks to caroline for the prompt #you sparked something in me #buddie #eddie diaz #911 abc #evan buckley #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #911 #eddie x buck #usercam

[kusakichan15]

Hearts and Sparks Ship Week Day 3: " Vacation & Together " 🏖🌸

Prompt list here

#Kusa Art 0-0)/ #the prompts are pretty connected so I did both for this one #ngl the hardest part was the flower necklace XDD #heartsandsparksshipweek #hearts and sparks ship week #boulder #rb boulder #rba boulder #graham burns #graham #rb graham #rba graham #transformers rescue bots academy #rescue bots academy #rescue bots #tf rb #tf rba #maccadam #maccadams

[wisteriaphyte]

Azem April Day 1 - Introduction

In Pleiades, the Seven sisters, the traveler unveiled.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #azem #amethyst #i'm not doing all the prompts ;;; just whichever day that'll spark my inspiration #fun fact... i have 5 sisters so they are all inspired by them :>

[polyamships]

October 2022 Polyam Shipping Day roundup

This month we had 7 entries across 7 fandoms. They’re posted in the list below – if we’ve missed any please feel free to send us a message.

名探偵コナン | Detective Conan | Case Closed, Magic Kaito: Spark Between Metamours (fanfic) by @xnicowritesx​ (kudou shinichi x kuroba kaito x miyano shiho)

Healin’ Good: moodboard by @merryfortune​ (hanadera nodoka x hiramitsu hinata x sawaizumi chiyu)

Never Have I Ever: moodboard by @purpleyin (ben gross x devi vishwakumar x paxton hall yoshida)

My Chemical Romance/L.S.Dune RPF: To Start a Whole Blaze (fanfic) by @100percent-unimpressed (gerard way x frank iero x anthony green)

Friday Night Dinner: Peppermint Tea (fanfic) by AutisticWriter (jacqueline jackie goodman x jim bell x martin goodman)

Red Dead Redemption: Catching Some Shuteye (fanfic) by whichstoodonrockyshores (arthur morgan x bill williamson x micah bell )

Final Fantasy XXIV: Spark (fanfic) by @theoreticalconstruct (thancred waters x warrior of light x y'shtola rhul)

Thanks to everyone who took part. We’ll be announcing a new Polyam Shipping Day theme for November soon.

Gentle reminder that if you want your fanwork to be included in the roundup it needs to either be submitted/@ us on tumblr or in the official ao3 collection, and if not uploaded on the day in question let us know what prompt it’s for.

#PolyamShippingDay #roundup post #modposts #prompt: spark

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Amity park being uncanny vally

So the whole of amity park is ecto-contaminated (the fentons, sam, tucker and valery being the most) but the side effects happen over time

They all slowly stop aging, some peoples teeth get sherper, some people grow claws, some can run faster than cars, some can see in the dark ect;

But this happens to everyone, so after a point being immortal and liminal becomes the norm,

The fentons learn this and help people adapt to the contamination, they also change their research to better understand ghosts and ecto-contamination

So afew decades pass and some unlikely travellers get lost and find amity...but

Its terrifying

All the people look at them like their the weird ones,(because amity park hasn't had visitors in years no one knowes what they should do)

But their all...off

At first it was nothing unexplainable, sharp teeth, glowing eyes, their a bit stronger nothing too out of the ordinary

Then they see jack and maddie fenton and they want to run

They look so...freaky

Their obsession with ghosts, their big personality, their technology and obviously stronger physical abilities, those two alone made them want to forget their car and run out of town...

Then they saw their kids, dannys eyes look like he's trying to eat their souls, And jazz was 7.5 feet tall.

They got in their car and drove as fast as they could, and on their way out they saw more things that unsetteled them, like the teenager moving a car instead of a tow truck, and the kid talking to his watch...and the FLOATING ROBOT IN THE SKY

they got out of amity park so fast people were asking what the problem was.

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