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[finnpoefanevents]

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[nixylubouv]

💫Writing Prompt #61

Villain doesn’t hold many grudges against Hero and understands it’s a job to them too and nothing personal. Because of this Villain and Hero are able to have some pretty honest and open conversations. One day, Hero very nonchalantly suggests going on a date. Nothing high stakes, no big deal. Just causal and only if Villain wants to. Villain is surprised at first, but agrees. Why not? However, on the planned time of the date, Villain gets overworked and accidentally crashes on the couch. They oversleep and miss the date. They wake up to Hero brushing a lock of hair out of their face. Hero. INSIDE of Villain’s highly impenetrable and secured lair. Kneeling by their couch. Villain stares up frozen in shock.

Hero’s voice is gentle and expression relaxed, but there’s a darker emotion behind their eyes.  “You missed our date, my darling. I got worried.” 

So. Maybe not so nonchalant after all, huh Hero?

#villain #hero x villain #hero #villain x hero #propmt #writing prompt #writing inspiration #writers on tumblr #story prompt #Learn to lie better Hero #No one’s buying it #FYI they’ve never called Villain darling before #It’s news to Villain too

[l-michalska-writer]

Worried prompts

You can't come back to him.

Just talk to me, please.

Please, tell me what's wrong.

Whatever it is you've done, I don't care. The only thing that matters is that you're safe.

As long as we have each other it'll be alright.

Please, tell me you're not serious about coming back to him.

If you tell me what happened I can fix it. Whatever it is.

Please, tell me what happened.

It'll be alright.

As long as we have each other, we'll figure it out.

Just call me when you get there.

Are you safe?

You're safe, taht's all that matters.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Just let me know if you're safe.

Is it still hurting?

Who hurt you?

Do you want me to leave the light on?

Just pick up the phone...

She wasn't getting enough sleep. She was worried sick about you.

Please, don't let him see how bad it is.

She dealt with all of this for years.

Just tell me.

I'm here for you. I am.

I can help you. Just talk to me.

#writers and poets #writers block #writing #fanfic writing prompt #sad prompts #my prompts #story prompts #fanfiction prompts #dialogue prompt #writing propmts #writing prompt #roleplay prompts #proship prompts #journal prompts #angst prompt

[forestryprompts]

Character A: I love you more than words can express.

Character B: You don't need words. Every time you look at me, I feel it in your eyes.

Character A: And when I hold you close, I hope you feel it in every beat of my heart.

#writing prompt #writing propmts #dialogue prompts #writerblr #writeblr #prompt #writing inspiration #story starter #fluff prompts

[yanderemommabean]

Something something a character reaching up to cup your face and saying "Dearest...I didn't choose you because you were all I could get...I fell in love with you, because you are all I could ever want, and more" because you were having doubts about them choosing you out of love, or just because you were the next option in line

sorry. In a sappy romantic mood. Ill hush

-Mommabean

#writing propmts #mommabean #dialogue prompt #ish

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Whump prompt - Ninjago: Kai

Kai Jiang wasn't supposed to get sick.

He was the protector.

He was the caretaker.

It's been that way since he was five and his sister was three.

It's been that way since he was sixteen and gained three brothers.

It's been that way since he gained a baby brother a few months later.

Kai Jiang will be twenty in a few months.

He hasn't gotten trully sick since he was five, not long after his parents had disappeared.

Nya doesn't remember, she was too young.

Kai's memory of that time is patchy at best, but, he remembers enough to know he had to learn how to stop an illness before it worsens.

But that was fifteen years ago.

Two years ago, he got his parents back.

Six months ago, his sister got engaged.

Six months ago, the team earned their greatest victory.

And maybe Kai has let his guard down during the down time.

And maybe Aspheera's theft of his powers had slightly bigger consequences.

And maybe the Never Realm was a bit colder for him, than it was for the team.

And maybe there was a reason he never let himself get sick, a reason Nya didn't know, didn't remember.

Because Kai is the protector.

Kai is the caretaker.

That means he makes sacrifices.

Sacrifices of himself so that no one else has to.

And maybe he's never told anyone just how many sacrifices he's made.

But a sick Kai is unaware.

A sick Kai is tragically open and honest.

'Oh, I'm sick' is Kai last thought before the illness pulls him under.

~

The first thought from the other residents of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, is worry and concern when the Master of Fire doesn't show up for the rare brunch their Master had allowed.

When they discover his current state, they remain worry but are also relieved.

They actually find it funny when Jay discovers that Kai will answer any question they have as though he was under truth tea.

They don't find it funny for long.

#Ninjago #Lego Ninjago #Kai Jiang #Kai Smith #Kai Ninjago #Ninjago Kai #Hostess Writes #Hostess Writes - Ninjago #Posting this again without the reblog as an experiment #writing propmt from - rookthebird #Kai Jiang Smith #Tags edit #Ninjago fanfiction

[arschrom]

I think its time to finally post this one

#i made this in march or april i think??? #if you know what propmted this then um hi #hypnosis mic #hypmic #bad ass temple #hitoya amaguni #amaguni hitoya

[pyrolikesfire]

writing prompt:

sleep deprived teen gets haunted by a ghost but just thinks its sleep deprivation making the ghost pissed off

#writing propmts #ghosties #ghost #idk man #i got bored #sleep deprivation

[skltart]

for the mash art promt, hawkeye in a dress from the klinger collection

i like to think he's proving a point to charles

#idk what about this propmt screamed #hawkeye in the mess tent trying really hard not to punch igor in the face to me but something did #i'm still nit really out if that art block and i think you can tell but i'm working on it :) #art #my art #fanart #mash #m*a*s*h #mash fanart #hawkeye pierce #hawkeye mash #corporal klinger #benjamin franklin pierce

[klayr-de-gall]

🌟💙 AU-Gust MASTERLIST 💙🌟

Using the Masterpost as an excuse to post the prompt list again because I messed up the grouping of the days big time xD (looked at july lol)

✨️ Week 1

Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6

✨️ Week 2

Day 7 - Day 8 - Day 9 - Day 10 - Day 11 - Day 12 - Day 13

✨️ Week 3

Day 14 - Day 15 - Day 16 - Day 17 - Day 18 - Day 19 - Day 20

✨️ Week 4

Day 21 - Day 22 - Day 23 - Day 24 - Day 25 - Day 26 - Day 27

✨️ Week 5

Day 28 - Day 29 - Day 30 - Day 31

At the start of a week, all weeks posts will be posted on patreon! So if you can't wait, consider supporting me 💙

#auaugust #propmt list #fandom event #august prompt list #au prompt list

[a-comic-bitch]

Random shit post

Tim drake gets back into taking pics of hero’s like he did with Batman before everything so he goes to live in metoprololes and gets a job at the Daly planet to take pics of superman kinda like Peter Parker, parry made Clark watch over Tim and kinda show him the ropes, Tim knows he is superman (Cus he’s Tim) but doesn’t tell Clark he knows. he also promised his dad (Bruce) he would stop doing hero work but he still stops a few muggers in his spare time, that’s when he meets superman. Tim stops a mugger with ease and superman just witnessed it.( also Clark has no idea Batman has kids but there still close)

#tim drake #red robin #batman #superman #clark kent #Bruce being a good dad and letting his kid explore new experiences #writing propmts #mite write a fic #shit post #batkids #bruce wayne #batdad

[nixylubouv]

💫Writing Prompt #66

Villain likes to stay low key. They’re so powerful that they’ve become desensitized and bored by the world. They choose to join the villain’s league because there’s nothing better to do, really. Despite Villain not trying all that hard, Supervillain’s recently noticed Villain’s competency and assign Villain to work closely with them. This care is new to Villain, and they start to enjoy Supervillain’s company. 

However, Supervillain is the total opposite of Villain. Always in the limelight, super charming and engaging. Other villains, civilians, and even heros flock to them like moths. It’s so annoying. Villain is jealous of the people constantly taking Supervillain’s attention away. Why? Do they want that power to sway the room too? Unable to understand the complicated new emotions roiling inside them, Villain decides the only solution is to stage a coup and takes over Supervillain’s position. 

Only when Supervillain is dragged before them, glaring with hatred, does it finally click in Villain’s dense head. It was never Supervillain’s power that they wanted. It was Supervillain. 

Ah sh*t……was it too late to buy flowers and grovel for forgiveness? 

#villain #hero #hero x villain #villain x hero #supervillain x villain #supervillain #villain x supervillain #you’re so powerful villain #Yet so dumb #I think you might need more than flowers for this buddy #writing prompt #propmt #writing #writers on tumblr #writing inspiration

[thejediandthemandalorian]

🚨 quinfox

Okay, this one is a lot longer than I meant for it to be 🙈 Hopefully the length of these makes up for how long it's taking me to get them done lol 💜

"Commander, you have a visitor." Hound sounded way too smug, even through the vocoder in his helmet, as he stood in front of the cell's forcefield. 

"Tell whoever it is to leave. I haven't had my caf yet, so I really don't want to see anybody." Fox lifted his head enough to scowl over his arms that were wrapped around his knees, hugging them to his chest. 

His head was pounding still and every once in a while he could still feel a small zap from the after effects of getting stunned. 

50,000 volts of electricity 3 times in the span of 1.67 milliseconds; that's how much it took to knock him unconscious. He should work on that, slowly build up a tolerance to make it harder to get knocked out next time. What good was he as the Commander of the Coruscant Guard if he passed out from a couple thousand volts of electricity. 

Spending the night in this holding cell hadn't been as bad as he thought it might be. Of course, he'd be reporting to the Supreme Chancellor at some point after his release for a reprimand and any punishment that may be served towards him for his 'crimes.'

It wouldn't be the first time he added marks to his record, but it didn't mean he was any happier about it than the other times. 

"You can go in now. Be cautious though, he's a cold-blooded killing machine when he hasn't had his morning cup of caf." Hound barked out a laugh and opened the force field for Fox's visitor. 

"It's alright, Sergeant. I think I can handle Commander grouchy pants before his caf." An all too familiar and cheerful voice made it's way towards his cell.

Fox immediately groaned and laid his head back down on his arms, the pounding in his head immediately increasing with this unexpected visitor. He totally should've seen it coming, though in his defense his head was still pounding making it harder to think. 

"You sure you don't want to talk to him on the outside of the cell, General Vos?" Fox was going to make Hound regret this as soon as he was out of here and back to work. 

"No, Sergeant, I think I'll be able to deal with the little delinquent just fine from the inside." Quinlan's tone was already too flirty for such an early hour. 

Fox desperately wished he had his armor to hide himself in, it was always easier to talk to the jetii through his helmet. The upper half of his armor had been stripped away and confiscated before he'd been tossed in this cramped cell, though it had to have been while he was still unconscious.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the high and mighty Commander Fox, occupying a cell."

"Vos--"

"Oh how the tables have turned." Quinlan laughed and Fox looked up, shooting him a glare that he knew was just as effective as any blaster bolt. 

"Get out." Fox hissed, trying to keep from wincing at the pain in his head, knowing it would only show a weakness. 

Quinlan was somehow even more irritating inside a cell, and this time it wasn't even his own. On the other hand, there was something calming about him being here, perhaps it meant that he wouldn't be sent to Kamino for rectification. 

"Now is that any way to talk to the man who could very well press charges against you?" Vos took a step forward and Fox simply scowled more, trying to keep him back. 

"You know it wasn't my fault!" He snapped and gnashed his teeth. "If you hadn't dragged me down to the lower levels for another one of your 'ideas' I wouldn't be in this mess anyways."

Last night wasn't some of his best work, and he wanted to forget it ever happened but he knew this jetii well enough to know that--

"I think a cell suits you. The force field really brings out that streak in your hair…" Quinlan stepped forward again, the cell small enough that it had only taken him two steps to reach Fox. 

"You deserve that black eye." Fox's teeth were so tight he was sure they would snap any second from the pressure. 

Alpha 17 had always told him to stop clenching his teeth or one day he'd no longer be able to bite whoever he was fighting. He was sure if he asked Alpha 17 would(n't) admit that he had several scars from where Fox had bit him. 

"Maybe I should press charges since you're in such a bantha shit mood." Quinlan reached a hand towards him and Fox found himself jumping back, body hitting the durasteel behind him.

For all he knew Quinlan was about to return the favor and give him a shiner just as bad as his own; it didn't help that his helmet had been confiscated. Besides, he didn't need his head pounding more than it did. 

"Relax. I'm here to take you back to your barracks. You've been released." Quinlan reached out again and adjusted a strand of Fox's hair. 

At that same moment he felt another jolt go through his body, sadly an after effect of his assailants solution to the fight they'd started and not a response to the affection from the jetii. 

"Are you sure you're not taking me on another 'lower level patrol' where I've been assigned by the council to accompany you?" Quinlan rolled his eyes and held out a hand. 

Fox stared at it suspiciously for a moment, wondering if it was going to morph itself into a saberjowl and snap at him. 

The events of the night prior would be best if forgotten by everyone He'd been requested to escort a Jedi in the lower levels; it had actually turned out to be Quinlan's plan to get him on a date and away from work. The evening was…tolerable, and they had simply walked around the streets and chatted for a bit. 

Of course, however, he had still been on the look out for anything out of place or that might have needed authority to step in. That had been a mistake. 

A couple people had been hidden away in an alleyway, hidden by the shadows to the untrained eye. Fox had locked in on them immediately, which also drew Quinlan's attention. 

They had gone over to take a look, to make sure nothing illegal was transpiring, when both had been attacked from behind. Fox only remembered fighting and fighting hard, so hard he'd lost control. 

Quinlan had grabbed him from behind to support himself after a nasty punch from his assailant and Fox had turned and landed a punch square in his face. From there everything else became a blur.

The assailants had blasted him with a stun gun several times before fleeing. 

Next thing he knew he was waking up in a cell and being read his charges, Quinlan nowhere to be found. 

"I promise. We're getting you your armor, then you're going to be confined to your barracks until the Chancellor has time to review your case." Quinlan started to pull his hand back, but Fox quickly snatched it.

He used it for leverage to pull himself up off the bench, still a little out of sorts, but no worse for wear. Quinlan gave him the most irritating grin that had him ripping his hand away immediately. 

"Why aren't you pressing charges? I assaulted my superior officer." 

Quinlan walked towards the cell door and threw a rage inducing grin over his shoulder. Fox wanted to punch him again, harder…maybe with his lips.

"Quit asking so many questions." He paused for a moment, turning back towards Fox. "Maybe we should stop at the communal freshers before I start my watch."

"What!?" Fox's eyes widened in horror at the prospect of being Vos's charge. 

"You smell like delinquency and burning flesh. You need a sonic." 

#star wars #commander fox #quinlan vos #vox #quinfox #i still dont know what the actual ship name for that is #my writing #writing propmts #ask game #welcome to the offical first time i have written these two #i hope you enjoy

[forestmvtt]

the start of Lance’s confession

-

“Having fun down there?” Keith finally asked after I’d settled my head on his chest.

“Shut up,” I let out with a grumble, closing my eyes and rubbing my cold feet together.

I’d travelled all the way to his room without any socks or shoes on– don’t ask my why I just forgot, and in turn my feet froze. I actually did it a lot, probably every time I spent the night with Keith.

“You smell nice, did you shower?” He asked again, turning a little bit so that we were cuddling more so than me just laying on him.

“Yeah,” I let out quietly, wanting to sleep.

“When? I thought you left dinner when me, Shiro and Hunk did?” Keith’s tone showed genuine confusion, which I was tired so I grumbled again before covering his mouth with my hand.

“Shut up,” I spoke softly, “I’m tired.”

I could feel him roll his eyes and huff before licking my hand to get me to pull away. I didn’t though. Instead when he licked my hand my eyebrows raised and I sat up just enough to see his face.

He looked so pretty tonigh– pretty-? Keith-? Keith wasn’t pretty- Allura was pretty, Keith was more of a handsome beaten messy college kid. How could I think he was pretty? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at myself. Eventually he let out a few muffled groans bringing me back to his attention.

A smirk covered my face as I quickly changed the way my hand sat so I was covering both his mouth and his nose so he couldn’t breathe.

Keith’s eyes got wide, his left eye twitching a little bit at my motion. I chuckled as he did, “What? Scared?” I smirked again at my words knowing he wouldn’t be able to respond.

Air pushed past my fingers as he breathed out but I could see him struggle to bring air back in.

I wanted to see his face– something I wasn’t often allowed to do unless he was sleeping and if Keith was asleep so was I. His hair looked kind of messy, like he needed a shower too but would refuse until I prompted to stop sleeping in his bed. Which was an odd thing that it actually worked with him but maybe it wasn’t. A month ago we had decided to stop being so dumb around each other, finally agreeing that there was no point in hating each other when honestly we were both people who cared for the other. Which I still think is dumb that I didn’t figure it out sooner considering the many amount of times that he’s saved my life.

“Mmph-” He let out, struggling against my hand. His eyes were getting a little cloudy and hooded, it fit him nicely. Finally he used his brain, moving one of his hands up to mine, trying to pull it away from his face at his need for air.

I shook my head a little, pushing my hand further against his face. His eyebrows twitched a little, showing off some of his frustration but also that he was thinking about what to do. As we made eye contact again his tongue pushed past his lips again and I chuckled knowing that just licking my hand wasn’t going to make me pull away. But his tongue didn’t just lick my hand, he touched the tip of his tongue against the palm of my hand, bringing up my fingers and between them until they separated enough to let him get in just a gulp of air. I studied his eyes as best as I could since his were starting to close out of concentration. He continued to lick the sides of two of my fingers, slathering them in his saliva. I didn’t realize how entranced I was with what he was doing until I could see that he’d separated my fingers so his mouth and nose were out of the grasp of my hand. I bit the inside of my lip a little, upset that he’d won this weird fight.

Quickly I looked to him again, he was panting through his mouth and his pretty eyes were closed. I stared a little longer knowing that I could, it was somewhat capturing to be able to almost see his little pockets of hair escaping through his mouth as he caught his breath. I swallowed, my own breathing wavering at the sight.

His eyes opened after another minute making me flick my eyes away in embarrassment. Both of our faces were red– though I wasn’t sure why mine was.

“Idiot,” He breathed, reaching his hand up to pull my hand away from his face. I obliged this time, letting my hand fall to his chest.

I stared at the placement of my hand as it rose and fell with his chest, even his breathing was calming to me. Eventually I realized again how wet my hand was, turning a lip up at how uncomfortable it was to have his spit dripping from my fingers.

Before I could exactly say anything about his spit his hands snaked behind me and eventually made contact with my hips. The pajama pants I was wearing had slid down my waist, probably showing off my hips more so than I usually liked but I cocked my head at him, raising an unamused brow but still not protesting to whatever weird game he was starting. I wanted to win.

He moved his head, flicking his hair away from his eyes so that we could look at each other better. “Next time you try to choke me,” He paused almost looking through his lashes because of how hooded his eyes were, “Do it properly, yeah?”

My breathing hitched a little at his words and at the fact that his fingertips were starting to form circles on my exposed skin. This felt weird– no, not weird. Just different. I felt completely out of control from what was happening, like I just didn’t know what to expect from this.

“Scared?” He asked cocking his head with a smirk.

“No,” I bit back defensively.

Instead I lifted my eyebrow, quickly throwing the hand on his chest back to the wooden panel on the headboard.

Awkwardly I leaned over him, trying to understand the position we were in and trying to make it so I looked like I was winning. His eyes lit up a little at my movements, but he propped himself up further on his elbows so we were even closer.

“You gonna do something to me, pretty boy?” He asked teasingly.

I pulled away at his question, my eyebrows twisting together. Do something to him– like what like– my eyes shifted to his before I could even realize that’s what I was doing. A blurr covered my mind as my face went even redder.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” My tone wasn’t teasing or confident, but I don’t think I came off as disgusted either, I was more just– surprised.

“Yeah,” He said quietly, though his confident demeanor didn’t change.

I swallowed again, this time it felt like I was trying to swallow some indigestable urge to do something, I didn’t quite understand but it was like my whole being was itching for something that felt like I couldn’t have. It felt like a lump in my throat. Everything in my body felt hypersensitive, like one more touch of Keith’s and I’d be begging for more. I realized how crazy my thoughts were, how weird it was that there was just some weird urge pulling at my throat. My breathing got heavier the more I got lost in thought.

What was that urge- why couldn’t I fill it or at least figure out what it was. I grumbled, my breathing speeding up more at the anger towards myself. Another lump formed in my throat as I looked back to Keith. He seemed to have some sort of caring look towards me behind the border of confidence he had laid out.

Frustration filled my anticipated body before I realized something– I wanted him to touch me more.

There was some sort of burning that left my skin, some sort of heat that filled me when he touched me and I wanted everything and more to fix that– to feed into it.

#klance #keith x lance #vld keith #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #lance voltron #slight smut #writing #writing propmts #confession #shipping

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2060

In any other life, I would have been kind. Might have found love. Family.

Now, all I did was tear them apart.

#writing prompt #writing #writers on tumblr #oc propmt #imagine your ocs #story prompt #story inspo #story ideas #creative writing prompt #creative writing inspo #creative writing ideas #original prompt #daily prompt #daily writing prompt #promptsforthestrugglingauthor

[star-cooki]

Day 26: Masked

Here's what is behind the mask of the Moon Prince

#I ONLY HAVE 5 PROPMTS LEFT AND IM DONE WITH LAST YEAR'S MOONTOBER LETZ GO!!! #My Moonjumper is a dead pretty boy with/without the mask #ahit #a hat in time #ahit moonjumper #(click for better quality)