#thank you all for sending in prompts

[muppenthings]

hello for you ark ideas would you like to draw a giant who is very new to being a giant?

They just smacked their head into yet another billboard. :)

#Ask #nonbinary-octopus #art prompt #Muppen doodles #g/t #Aaaah finally got to sit down and sketch it. xD #Thank you for sending the prompt~ #No billboards or road signs are safe. #They're all gonna be dented at the end of the day #And someone's gonna have a killer headache

[valeriianz]

Smutty fic idea prompts - 36 is just perfect for Dreamling please?

36: A rolls sleeves up/takes shirt off, revealing body hair to B. B has no idea how to act normal around A anymore.

Hob dresses up as Sexy Santa for a staff party and Dream absolutely loses his cool <3

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These days, Dream finds himself as the newest addition to Johanna Constantine’s friend group. It’s quite nice of her, if not a little presumptuous, to drag him along to nearly every social outing and local music show in order to introduce him to as many people in her network as possible. The only reason they are still friends, Dream and Jo, is the small mercy of her not putting up a fuss when his social battery has been drained and he awkwardly dips out.

The best thing to come out of these adventures, at least, is meeting Hob Gadling.

Hob and Jo go way back, or so she’d announced the first time he and Dream had met. At a bar where the lights were low but Hob’s natural charisma and warm smile had radiated through anyway. They got along immediately, exchanging intellectual conversations where Hob had surprising takes and kept Dream’s interest; kept the dialogue fresh and spontaneous. Dream didn’t even need to contribute much while sharing a space with Hob, he could simply sip on his gin something-or-other and listen as Hob went on passionate rants about revolutions or human invention over the past centuries– each time they met up he’d go down a 100 years. Or complaining about how washed up Shakespeare was (an argument Dream allowed himself to fall into and they’d talked about all night, much to Johanna’s chagrin and massive eye roll, muttering a very clear “nerds” under her breath).

Chemistry aside, Dream also couldn’t deny how… effortlessly attractive Hob was.

Deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with barely contained mischief, chocolate dark hair with brush strokes of greys that unfairly complimented his face, and a seemingly permanent five O’clock shadow that Dream never imagined would leave him staring and daydreaming… alas, he’d discovered quite a few new things about himself around Hob.

Like how he’d imagined on more than one occasion, how easily he’d be able to lift Dream, how those broad shoulders and chest, thick biceps that even a cable knit sweater couldn’t hide– might manhandle his own body, lifting and bending him into submission. Dream ached with it; the possibilities. Was dying to kiss Hob’s plush mouth, his gaze fell to it enough, or feel the stubble of Hob’s jaw under his own palm, under his lips, along the inside of Dream’s thighs.

Hob was everything Dream was not; roguish, masculine, and unbearably kind. It was no wonder Dream had developed a crush from their very first meeting.

And maybe Hob was interested too, if you squinted. He always offered Dream a ride home, set his hand on the small of his back, his shoulder, and never seemed to stop smiling in his presence. Dream was never very good at picking up cues though– his prior relationships had been him making the first move, striking immediately at what he wanted, courting in the most by-the-book manner, before he was ultimately either rejected or caught up in a love affair that burned out before the year was up.

He didn’t want to do that with Hob. Dream held back, kept his desires at bay… because he truly enjoyed Hob’s company. It would be devastating if Hob rejected him, or worse, fell into a relationship and then realised Dream was… too much, too fast, too methodical. Dream wasn’t sure he could handle not having Hob in his life now that he’d met him. He was determined to keep him around, even if it meant remaining friends. Dream could work with that, could suffer quietly and go home after a long night of drinking or dancing and being subjected to Hob’s ever-present smile, his unwavering gaze, the warmth his body radiated, even feet apart. Could hold onto those images and sensations and close his eyes, take himself in hand, and work himself to climax in the safe darkness of his own bedroom, clenching his teeth and imagining how it might feel if it were Hob’s hands on him instead.

All of Dream’s self restraint comes crashing down about a week before Christmas, at the staff holiday party Johanna had invited him along to.

Because Hob is sitting on a large red velvet chair at the back of the venue, surrounded by cotton snow and boxed presents, wearing absolutely nothing but a Santa hat, explicitly short red and white trousers, and black boots.

It’s a mockery of what you’d see at perhaps a mall: Santa waiting to greet children and ask what they want for Christmas while his elves putter around and keep order. This is…

Obscene, is what Dream’s brain provides before it completely resets and replaces the word with animal noises.

He’d overheard Hob and Johanna talking about this, how they had a “sexy Santa” every year (because Jo’s office was mostly comprised of women who voted on it every year, vastly sweeping the competition to the point of tradition). And to save on money this year, decided to find a Santa who would do it for free, hence Jo asking Hob to do her a solid.

Dream felt heat rush through his entire body, unable to look away as Jo, Matthew, and him walked out of the foyer and into the thick of the party. Dream heard Johanna speaking, but couldn't decipher her words, his brain wiped clean by the reveal of Hob’s body, something Dream had only imagined in the safety of his own head, and kicked himself over the exclusion of hair.

So much body hair. Thick, dark hairs covered Hob’s chest like a pelt, rolling down his abs and scattered out around his soft belly. It was enough to make Dream’s mouth water, a ringing sound began in his ears, making him dizzy as he forced one foot in front of the other.

Dream had only met Hob a couple months ago, while the weather had just turned cold and they’d both only seen one another buttoned and bundled up in high necklines and long sleeves. To see Hob nearly completely nude was a shock to Dream’s system. And holy shit, Dream wanted. He had to know how those thick hairs felt between his fingers, digging them in while he sat on Hob’s lap, grinding his hips down while his own naked chest slid along Hob’s. What sounds Hob would make while Dream petted and pulled and rubbed his cock along the swell of Hob’s furred stomach.

And then Hob spotted them coming in, his smile dazzling as he stood up and waved.

Giving Dream a fantastic view of his legs, which were just as thick and strong as Dream had fantasised, and just as hairy as his top half. As well as a view of how those pants rode up enough to make Dream question if the man was wearing underwear.

Dream stumbled to the nearest restroom, locking himself in a stall and attempting to breathe and calm his erratic heart beat.

Friend, friend. Hob is your friend. Dream chanted to himself, keeping his hand out of his pants and taking deep breaths as his blood circulation regulated itself. Don’t make it weird.

Dream didn’t know how to socialise on a good day, and how with a half naked Hob in the building– shamelessly on display and humouring drunk female staff as they boldly sat on his knee– Dream felt himself shutting down entirely, spluttering and stumbling over his speech with enough velocity that he feared he'd glitch and spark out, setting the place on fire. Or at the very least, melt into a puddle of goo, the remains of his dignity soaked into the hardwood floor.

Dream tossed back drink after drink, matching Jo’s pace if only to distract his wandering thoughts, losing his jacket somewhere in the scuffle and rolling up the sleeves of his black button down.

Johanna’s laughter snapped Dream back to the present, looking down at the red solo cup in his hand and Jo standing across from him, visibly swaying on that spot. Dream doesn’t remember what he’d said to elicit such a reaction, but felt his lips curl anyway. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You, dreamboat!” Jo’s laughter simmered down to a pleasant chuckle, if not a little devious. “I thought– nah, can’t be. But holy shit, you like Hob, don’t you?”

It took several long, embarrassing seconds to figure out what Jo just asked him. Dream felt warmth spreading up his ears.

“Of course. He’s my friend–”

“Nonono–” Jo stepped into Dream’s space, landing a heavy hand on his bony shoulder. “You like him. I can tell, because you haven’t spoken to him all night.”

Dream swallowed. The alcohol was affecting his brain, sloshing it around and rendering him speechless.

Johanna smirked. “Am I wrong?”

“You’re a menace, Constantine.” Dream said, pushing her hand off him and sliding his gaze sideways to find Hob rubbing the tops of his thighs. It’d been well over an hour since they’d arrived, Dream wondered how long Hob had been sitting there, playing a role he clearly wasn’t enjoying anymore.

Jo inclined her head.

“He likes you too.”

Dream’s head snapped back to meet Jo’s eyes, searching for that tell of humour or sarcasm, and finding none.

She leaned in conspiratorially. “He told me not to tell you. Thinks your eyes are ‘dazzling’ and your hands are pretty–” she makes a face at that one. “And that your hair looks– and I quote– ‘like raven’s feathers’.”

Dream swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

“When did he tell you this?”

Jo huffs a sigh, taking a sip from her beer, her lips making a smacking sound off the bottle’s mouth.

“The night after I introduced you two.”

Dream’s heart flips over at the revelation. 

Johanna winks and shoves at Dream’s shoulder. “Now go say hi before you break his heart.”

Taking Johanna’s advice seems like a death sentence, but Dream is just drunk enough to summon courage, finishing off his drink and setting the empty cup on a random surface, before forcing his shoulders back and finally making his way towards Hob.

The smile that breaks across Hob’s face once he spots Dream is staggering, and it strikes Dream down more so than before, informed with the knowledge that Hob might like him as much as Dream does.

Dream slips his hands into the pockets of his slacks, affecting nonchalance as he finally stands before Hob.

“Hello, Hob.”

“Hey, Dream.” Hob tugs on his ear, looking up at Dream. His entire body seems to relax, even slouching a bit in the chair. “Was surprised to see you here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I know parties aren’t really your thing.”

Dream hums, his eyes selfishly taking in their fill. This close to Hob, he can catalogue every hair, curve and freckle in greater detail, storing the information away for later.

And with Hob looking up at him, giving the illusion of superior height, an unmistakable flicker of arousal begins low in Dream’s belly. 

“I can be persuaded, from time to time.” Dream smiles, coy. The alcohol gives him a confidence boost and relaxes him further. “I apologise for not visiting you sooner.”

Hob waves it off. “I honestly didn’t expect you to. I know this is… a lot.” He gestures to himself and laughs self-deprecatingly. “I only agreed to be Sexy Santa because I owe Jo a favour.”

“It’s a fetching look on you,” Dream says, flinging himself into the deep end. He bites his bottom lip as Hob actually looks twice up at Dream, his smile falling into something like disbelief.

“O-oh. Really?” Hob laughs, but it’s small, doubtful. Dream will have to remedy that.

Dream takes a long breath, grounding himself, licking his lips before speaking what he’d wanted to say to Hob all night.

“I believe it’s my turn to ask Santa what I want for Christmas?”

The prettiest pink flush rises up Hob’s cheeks. His lips part as his eyes rove across Dream, down and up.

Despite what Johanna said, Dream feels himself shake with nerves as he tips forward, touching the top of Hob’s thigh before slowly lowering himself onto it. His eyes never leave Hob’s as he goes, silently asking for permission and receiving a nod once he’s fully seated.

Hob’s hand instantly curls around Dream’s narrow hips, holding him steady, locking him into place both upon his lap and in his gaze; wide and dark and focused.

Dream crossed one leg over the other, settling his hands on his knees, which inadvertently causes him to sway that much closer to Hob. He can feel the heat of his body, this close. Can smell something sweet and earthy, like sandalwood and pine, mixed in with something tangy that makes Dream’s mouth water. He has to hold back the urge to close the gap between them and shove his face in Hob’s chest, into the crook of his neck, under his armpit and lose his sanity. Abandon all pretence and inhale Hob like a wild animal, scent and mark him with his teeth and tongue and–

Hob swallows. Dream watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs, fascinated.

“Are you messing with me?”

Dream cocks an eyebrow. “You think me capable of jokes?”

Hob laughs, soft, wonderful. “You are. You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met.”

His thumb is pressing into Dream’s side, caressing back and forth, sending spikes of electricity through his veins and heating him up from the inside.

“No one thinks I’m funny,” Dream says matter-of-factly. 

“Well, you make me laugh,” Hob says simply, his other hand coming across Dream’s front to lace his fingers together, forming a snare around Dream that ignites something within him. “You challenge me, keep me on my toes… keep me guessing.”

Dream’s heart beats so hard against his ribs it nearly hurts. He wonders if Hob can hear it, how he makes his blood race a mile a minute. 

“I’m being very serious,” Dream takes a breath. “But if you deny me, I’ll just say I’m drunk.”

Hob laughs again, his hold around Dream tightening and nearly causing Dream’s knee to bump into Hob’s crotch.

“Are you drunk?”

Dream is very aware that they are in the middle of a party, and although the people around them seem to be paying them little attention, it would probably be inappropriate to follow the path enticing him to resituate himself on Hob’s lap to instead straddle him. To grind his barely contained semi against Hob’s flimsy excuse for shorts, while winding his arms around his shoulders and kiss him stupid.

Dream leans forward, brushing his lips along the shell of Hob’s ear and lowers his voice.

“Not enough to not know what I want.”

Hob groans, Dream can feel the vibration in his own chest as he pulls back just enough to see how his eyes have fluttered shut, swallowing again before opening his eyes and focusing on him.

“And what do you want, Dream?”

“Whatever you’ll give me,” Dream wets his lips. His hands venture up, tentatively brushing his knuckles against Hob’s bronze skin, fascinated at how snow-white his own appears against it. His fingers uncurl as he dares himself to properly touch; pushing into the soft flesh at Hob’s sides and drinking in the unmistakable sound of a choked off whine from his friend.

“I’ll take anything, Hob.”

“Holy shit–” Hob whispers, his head lolling back, exposing his throat which Dream violently refuses to latch his mouth on to.

“Okay…” Hob clears his throat, his eyes swinging over to gauge Dream again. His pupils are blown wide, hunger clear in its depths. “Okay.”

He’s looking at Dream’s mouth as he speaks again. “Meet me out back in 10 minutes?”

Dream bites back a smile and nods, his heart soaring as he climbs off Hob.

Johanna gives him a knowing look as Dream stumbles back into the crowd to find his jacket and coat, managing a wave (great, now he owed her a favour as well) before all but running out of the building to make good on his promise to Hob.

Hob makes good on his offer as well; indeed giving Dream everything he’d wanted. All night.

#dreamling #hob x dream #omg i managed to write a semi-holiday themed fic! #so sorry this took a hundred years lol #im slowly working on all the prompts sent to me from this list #thank you so much for sending one in!! #i hope you love it! #my writing #happy holidays! #this is sfw mostly

[starflungwaddledee]

offering three cookies 🍪🍪🍪

(<< part 1)

#kirby just whipping out the big guns right away. let's go on the ~warp star~! he knew this would get her instantly #i think also it's impossible to be sad when you are being cuddled by kirby tbh. bandee too!! what a cute prompt! #i thought i'd combine several of these sorts of asks and comments into one! sorry for not drawing adeleine; another time! #i just thought this worked well as a happy ending here. everything is fine!! they're all good now!! happy tappies and all!! hooray! #and nothing weird or bad happened here at all!! just a little breakdown but it's in the past!! phew. yay! <3 #tried something fun with the layouts for this to be half interactive/asks and half comic panels? i think it worked! #not sure this REALLY answers many questions but... i did this for fun when i was supposed to be doing other things!! i hope you'll enjoy! #also i LOVED ALL THESE ASKS i hope this doesn't make anyone feel bad for sending them in. this is just for dramatic effect!!!! #also ALSO this took longer than expect so i'll do those other ask responses tomorrow. thank you for all the well wishes everybody! <3 #starstruck dee #bandana waddle dee #kirby #my art #my comics

[ginumo]

entertaining myself by drawing this little freak of nature. everyone say thank you az for the prompts

#kinitopet #kinito #kinito the axolotl #kinitopet fanart #to explain the bbg thing: az is the one in charge of a channel in this one discord server called 'babygirl-of-the-day' #and they send weekly prompts for us to draw #told em i was looking for prompts to draw kinito with and they flung all of these at me. which all start with 'draw your bbg' and dadada #so everyone say thank you az

[bluepallilworld]

Day 7 of dark cream ship week: Porcelain

final day :D

The porcelain doll lost its mask.

It tumbled down the earth and broke in many pieces, each sharp, each fragile.

Without it, its head's inside was exposed.

Bunch of moving cogs, darkened by grease.

Everybody could see its ugliness and maybe, that was only fair.

Its beauty gone, everybody started to leave him, starting with the ones who sang its charms before.

Its insides were out in the open and people did not enjoy the sight.

It gave up on the remains of its delicate face and leaned into what people finally saw it as.

An abnormality, a truly nightmarish being.

It stopped playing nice and started sneering at others' vulnerabilities.

It cackled and laughed.

It didn't feel as good as it thought it would.

But the world continued and the porcelain doll was forgotten.

It let go.

Why fighting?

It wouldn't give him back its face.

Did it even want it back?

Going back to the times people admired it?

It wasn't fully certain.

So when the only one who never stopped looking at him came bearing an unexpected gift, it didn't know the right answer.

Shattered Dream belongs to @/galacii-gallery Cross!Sans belongs to @/jakei95 Dark cream ship week by @zu-is-here

#me doing artz #dark cream ship week 2024 #dcsw 24 #Shattered!Dream #Cross!Sans #cannot believe I ended up doing all the days #I didn't fully rendered stuff but still #I have not been that productive for so long #are you immune to Cross's big wet eyes? #pffft did I just accidentally created a whole au with this prompt #maybe #and that is the last one! #thanks for hosting the week as usual Zuz!!!!! #sending hug vibes your way

[sea-buns]

i need a drawfee archive that's got every stupid funny moment documented in chronological, alphabetized order for when i spontaneously remember a really obscure bit that i need to find or else i'll explode. i need to be able to type an extremely vague description in a search bar and have it understand me completely.

#slight tangent but a part of me wants to learn how to edit comps just so i can make one of all their parody song bits #theyre so dumb and they bring me such joy #you could prolly get a 20 minute video thats JUST mr brightside references lol #anyway for context #i had a memory of someone drawing the same image twice pop into my head with no prompting whatsoever #all i could remember was that the colors were funky and the images were droopy?? and im 93% sure it was jacob #and it was too off the rails for me to easily link it to a specific challenge or thumbnail #all i knew is that it felt kinda recent so i spent like 20 minutes scrolling the timeline of every video starting 9 months ago #and i did find it! much easier to find when its within a year thank god. its from 'making art out of our worst spam emails' #specifically jacobs section. and id say the 20 minutes was worth it. the duplication and immediate fade in of the render will always send m #so ye go watch it if youve got nothing else to do. help me justify the time cost lol #drawfee #sea rambles

[impel-clown]

Mihawk buggy and crocodile are all so tsundere they refuse to acknowledge or humor any of their feelings about each other until they’re so unbearable that they practically break under the pressure into the gooiest least-tsundere confessional mess ever. There are heavy casualties to everyone’s dignity. Rumors of a “schmoopsy bear” occurrence plague survivors.

Now I'm obsessed with the idea that everyone on Karai Bara is terrified of the day that the three cross guild leaders finally do something about their feelings. Everyone is sure it will be a threat-filled battle with backhanded compliments and front handed strikes.

But then some of the men come back from a mission only to hear that It finally happened. How bloody was it? How many casualties? Are the three leaders still even alive? However, the reality is far worse.

It was sweet.

Oh sure tears were shed, but they were ones of joy and catharsis. When knuckles brushed cheeks, it was in a tender caress. Mihawk went on a whole speech comparing the three of them to plants that, while they can grow separately under the harshest of conditions, they're able to truly Thrive when planted together, one's strengths filling in another's weaknesses. That's right! He went into a sappy plant metaphor! He even called Crocodile his Desert Rose in a move that left many amongst the ranks down for the count.

And that's not even touching the fact that chairman Buggy couldn't stop crying as he admitted that Crocodile and Mihawk are better than any treasure because they themselves are more valuable than gold. This is where everyone thought Sir Crocodile would snap and go on a rampage, but no! He instead brought Mihawk and Buggy into a hug of all things! What was said next was all hushed whispers but some swear they overheard things such as the aforementioned "schmoopsy bear", and "sunshine" and even a "lover boy".

Any and all bets made concerning when the cross guild leaders would get together are forgotten, with no one wanting to relive the sappiness to get what they're owed.

#one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #asks #im 100% here for a completely unexpected sappy live confession from these three #thank you for sending this #(also thank you to those who have sent prompts!) #(im still chugging through my October writing plans but fear not!) #(i will get to them all)

[compacflt]

I wonder why Maverick never joined the astronaut program? Space Shuttle too boring? Not wanting to be called an ASCAN (astronaut candidate)?

I think Mav and Ice would be pro-SpaceX. possibly even pro Elon pre-twitter meltdown.

as someone who likes space as much as the next queer ND girl (love space sooo much)… planes are way cooler ngl. yes. space is a bit boring. slow & quiet. no one to hear you scream and no one watching you be cool. space suits are clunky and awkward. no fast piloting maneuvers (mav’s specialty). no room for horseplay. “someone’s already beat me to the moon what’s the point😞.” NASA gets mad at you if you say anything rude over their public radio waves. and, this is a headcanon that has no evidence in canon? But i feel like mav is one of those pilots who takes a LOT of his confidence from the assumption that, whenever he chooses, he CAN bring his plane back down to the surface and come home. And has never really considered space as Somewhere You Can Go, and once he’s presented with that opportunity it…kinda scares him a little. space is just so big. and empty. and far from home. i know the requirement for astronauts is 50km off the ground… whatever the darkstars max altitude is (110k ft AGL?) he’s probably like, yeah, that’s good . That’s as far from the earths surface i ever need to be. That’s good enough.

oh yea Ice and mav were DEFINITELY pro-elon pre Twitter meltdown. they live in a wealthy part of California. every other car on the street in Cali is a tesla i s2g. coming from someone who’s spent most of their life in the SF Bay Area—most Cali liberals were pro-elon until extremely recently. now every third tesla i see has a “i bought this before I knew elon was insane” bumper sticker

#going to space means Ieaving ice :( #he will only go to space if ice comes with #back when i was doing prompt fills i was brainstorming hard a NASA au #where ice & mav violate NASA’s ‘NO SEX IN SPACE!!!’ rule flagrantly and often #actually it was gonna be an apollo 11 au where ice and mav are competing for who gets to walk on the moon first #with goose being the michael collins character #too bad idfk anything about the space program in the 60s :( would’ve been a good story #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #i have a LOT of answered asks in my drafts so bear with me if i haven’t answered urs… 90% chance it’s answered & sitting in my drafts #and thank you all for sending in asks 🫠🥺🥺🥺

[starrystevie]

how about steddie and “that’s more roses than i’ve ever seen in my life" !!

part 1

they're just tipsy enough that everything is funny.

the fire they made to go along with their picnic on the beach earlier is puffing out tendrils of smoke from where eddie had dampened it, the ocean is roaring faintly in the background, far enough away from the city that there isn't any ambient traffic noise to ruin the tranquility, and the moon is the only light to lead them through the unfinished beach house. everything smells of sawdust and paint, the smoke that clings to their clothes and the champagne on their breath.

"we definitely aren't supposed to be here," steve giggles out at eddie's side as he clings to him to maintain his balance. they're stepping over nails halfway sticking up from the subfloor and avoiding piles of lumber that lay in the hallways.

"shh," eddie laughs back, finger pressed over his lips as he pulls steve closer to him. "we won't get caught if you keep your voice down, i promise."

he uses it as an excuse to press his lips to steve's, shutting him up smile to smile, crowding him against the marble-topped island in the almost done kitchen. steve hums against his lips and lets himself melt against his fiancé, trusting the counter and eddie to hold him up.

"we're technically breaking and entering, you know that right?" steve mumbles against eddie's lips, his hands traveling down from around his neck to his waist and teasing at further before settling back at his hips. one, two, three more soft kisses. "we could get in some serious trouble for this, munson."

"no one lives here yet, it's fine." eddie puts a hand in steve's back pocket, pulls him close for another kiss before taking his hand in his own. he drags a still giggling steve to the staircase with the steps exposed and probably dangerous but the champagne in their veins lets them ignore that.

it's their last valentine's until the big day. they'll be married soon enough, just a few more months until they say i do with their closest friends and family around to help celebrate. it feels like the last chapter in a book where everything settles into place before they start to write the sequel. out of all the valentine's dates eddie's been on, he thinks this one might be his best orchestrated yet.

"where are we going?" steve whines. it's fake and laced with a laugh and it has eddie spinning him into his arms to smother his cheeks with kisses.

"so impatient," he mutters against steve's soft skin as he pulls him into a dark room. the windows have been covered with tarps so the moon can't shine in to guide their way. "wait here. and no peeking."

eddie stands in front of steve in the doorway, makes sure he has his eyes fully shut with a hand over top of his face and trusts that he'll listen. quickly, and ever so quietly, he maneuvers his way through the darkness to light the candles he has strategically placed around. just as quickly and just as quietly, he stands in front of steve, presses a gentle kiss the back of his hand that's still magically covering his eyes.

"okay, open."

the gasp steve lets out makes the trouble of setting everything up worth it. the walls and floor are bare, exposed wood everywhere, except-

"that's more roses than i've ever seen in my life," steve breathes out, and yeah, eddie's pretty proud of himself for that. bundles of roses cover the floor, candle votives placed precariously between them to cast a warm glow through out the room. in the center, there's a table, covered in more roses and more candles and a single piece of paper.

steve steps towards the table when eddie nudges at the small of his back, champagne-laced giggle as he trips slightly over his feet, and reads over the letter in silence. eddie watches from the doorway, sees the light click in steve's head as he turns around quickly with a smile growing over his beautiful, perfect face.

"it's ours?" he says, breathy and disbelieving, key on a chain dangling from is fingers.

eddie walks forward slowly, deliberately, and picks up a rose. he twirls it between his fingers for a second and then hands it to steve so he can put his arms round his waist. presses a kiss the side of his neck, his jaw, his cheek, his lips, only to pull back and whisper in his ear.

"welcome home, mr. munson."

valentine's day prompts: accepting through february 14th!

#THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS SANNE! EVEN THOUGH I BARELY USED THE PROMPT AT ALL! #yes steve is taking eddie's last name because i said so #also surprise now all my valentines ask are going to be a series idk why but lets go with it #ask meme #answered #sanguineterrain #my writing #steddie #steddie hc #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #steddie fic

[iactivatepotofgreed]

I miss your proshipping (edo x ryo) art so effing much ;_;

HAH!!! You activated my trap card! When you mention ryo and edo my brain malfunctions and I'm forced to draw them. Looking pretty foolish now huh..? Hehehe.........

#yugioh gx #ryo marufuji #edo phoenix #proshipping #aster phoenix #zane truesdale #admin: fight the fight #also for what it's worth you can send in drawing prompts for these guys any time and if it sparks something within me I will draw them #victoryshipping #thank you very nice person who informed me of the new name I was going to ask about that #I didn’t want to incite anyone to fight about it though bc I keep out of all of that stuff I’m too old for it #art

[emin-folly]

Art prompt: What happens when you give an Eobard a coffee?

Good question~! I like to think he can at least handle some, but no speedster ever truly escapes the power of coffee I thought it'd be fun to have it where, unlike other normal speedsters, users of the Negative Speed Force instead get the amplifies negative effects LOL

#dc #dc comics #eobard thawne #reverse flash #hunter zolomon #I'm so sorry for how long this took!! #Thank you very much for sending me this~! <3 #I can't promise I'll do every art prompt but this was fun~ #Poor Hunter he probably experienced it all first hand too lol #my art

[lilyrizzy]

I'm not sure if you're still doing these but I love your angsty fics lol so for the lil prompt thing: "I don't know, Daniel, fall out of love then." :)

okay I'm very sorry I cheated and used this as the last line instead! I hope you don't mind. Cw: infidelity, cheating together

"Max," Daniel pleads, catching his wrist so he can't walk away. Underneath the desperately tight grip of his fingertips, he can feel Max's pulse hammering against the pale, thin skin Daniel has kissed a thousand times. "Don't- Please, don't do this."

The tension in his body as he turns is obvious, has been so fucking obvious all morning that Daniel wonders if any of these people, Sophie, Victoria, Martin, if they know Max at all to think this is- What, pre-wedding nerves?

"I have to, Daniel," Max says, miserable, when he's finally looking at him. "Please stop, I- Do not ask me again, not to."

You asked me to fuck you last night, Daniel thinks, like that means anything. You slept in my bed, in my arms. I know what you look like when you wake up from a nightmare, I know that you snore, I-

"I love you," he tries, because it's what all those things add up to. "I love you, Max, please don't- Don't marry her."

For a moment, Daniel thinks there's something. A flicker of softness of Max's face. It makes him think of sunlight streaming across anonymous hotel bedsheets, Max's pale skin lit up gold. Daniel's Max.

Then he's gone.

"I don't know, Daniel," Max says with the frustration he usually saves for the media laced in his voice. "Fall out of love then."

He walks away, makes his way to the aisle to wait for his bride.

#Thanks for such a great prompt! #I'm going to try to write them all over the weekend! Feeling weirdly productive #And creative lol #So if you have a first sentence prompt to send me now is the time lol #max/daniel #Fic

[bearhugsandshrugs]

Can I request Gortash put in his place by Durge? Possibly with rimming/pegging~?

fuck yes and I already know this is going to be a fic, not a drabble, so I'm replying to you here and I'll put it in the request log. Will reblog this post with the link to the fic once it's done!!

#see that's what i'm talking about #thank you anon #i will have fun with this #did not expect the first ask to be a fic tbh i thought you'd all send me drabble prompts but OKAY #i'll just close requests if i get too many but for now they stay OPEN #my writing

[zenkindoflove]

9 for Eris x Alexius pls and tysm

9... in public.

Alexius pinched the bridge of his nose. This was a disaster. The garland was all wrong. The beautiful centerpieces that he had spent weeks designing with the decorator had arrived wilted. And of course, Eris was right. The ice sculpture was trashy.

It was their first Winter Solstice with Eris as High Lord. While not the most important holiday celebrated in Autumn Court, Alexius wanted to make sure that the small celebration was still one to remember. Eris had given him free reign to do whatever he wanted. Alexius had studied for weeks about Autumn traditions leading up to the holiday. What decorations were common. What folklore was told. What foods were typically served. He knew that he was an outsider here, and as Eris’ mate, even more scrutinized. So, he took it upon himself to place every bit of his self-esteem into this party. Which of course was a bad idea.

“Alexius, dear, you look troubled,” Orla said as she threaded her elbow into his. The former Lady of Autumn had made it a point since she left for Day Court to visit her sons for every major holiday, spending weeks at a time with them. Even with all the horrible memories, she clung to the good ones she made in the Forest House.

“Of course, I’m troubled,” Alexius fussed. “Look at it!”

Orla smiled serenely at him, “All I see are a lot of people having more fun in this House than anyone has in centuries. And that’s all thanks to you.”

Alexius’ anger at himself melted instantly. Her calming, encouraging words sounded like something his own mother would say, who he missed dearly. He patted Orla’s hand, squeezing her arm in his.

“Thank you,” he sighed. “I know, I’m dramatic.”

Orla chuckled, “Dramatic yes, but you are my favorite son-in-law.”

“I’m your only son-in-law,” Alexius clarified.

Orla shrugged her shoulders as she pulled away, flashing him a grin that reminded him too much of Eris. She glided across the floor, full of elegance and grace, waving to him as she took her leave.

“She’s right.”

Alexius spun around, finding Eris standing only a few feet away. He took a moment to admire his outfit: a maroon velvet jacket over a crisp white undershirt, complete with starched shirt points and a matching maroon cravat, all pulled together with a gold accented vest. He had of course helped Eris dress earlier in the day which resulted in some various stress relieving distractions that involved him on his knees.

“And what is she right about?” Alexius asked as he closed the distance between them.

“That everyone is having a good time,” Eris said, raising an eyebrow as he scanned his eyes over the crowd. He had been making the rounds, greeting and thanking the various guests that had come, as was expected.

“I hope so,” Alexius muttered. “Anything to distract them from looking too closely at the ice sculpture.”

Eris snorted, “I told you…”

“I know, I know,” Alexius snapped. “You don’t have to remind me.”

Eris shook his head as he rolled his eyes, “Next time, maybe you’ll listen to me when it comes to matters of taste.”

Alexius shot him a sideways glare, “I have tastes.”

“Of a sort.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Eris’ shrugged with pomposity, “You’re the one who once said your peasant ancestry gives you an attraction for the gaudy.”

Alexius placed his hands on his hips as he turned to face his mate, “And I’m attracted to you. I wonder what that means.”

Under other circumstances, when they were alone, this would be the moment that they would attack each other, frantically kissing the other while tearing at their clothes. But Eris had strict boundaries about what they did in public, so Alexius turned as he clenched his fist.

A strong grip on his wrist stopped him. “Where are you going?"

Alexius spun around to face him, gazing back forlornly as he allowed his horniness and annoyance to filter down the bond. Eris pulled him close and directed his eyes above them.

A bundle of mistletoe hung above their heads in the archway. Alexius had directed the staff to hang mistletoe in every door and opening, citing that at least in Day, a party was never complete without some circumstantial friendly kissing. He, of course, never anticipated to utilize the opportunity for himself.

"Really?” Alexius asked, cocking an eyebrow as he wove his fingers together with Eris' hand.

Instead of answering Eris leaned in, his nose brushing Alexius’ cheek as he gently pressed his lips to his. Eris slid his hand around Alexius' waist, pulling him in close. He kept the kiss chaste, closed mouth, but slow and sensual. Alexius could feel his natural heat radiating through his jacket, warming his skin all the way to his soft lips. He savored it, too shocked that this was happening in the first place to push for more.

Eris pulled back with a smile on his face. The smile he reserved only for him. The smile that made Alexius feel weightless. The one that lit up his eyes, not with fire, but with light. The light that Eris had been without for so many centuries.

"Happy Solstice, Alexius."

Alexius inhaled deeply, scenting Eris and himself, their mating bond throbbing between them. Mother above, he was stupidly in love with this male. From the first moment he laid eyes on him, he knew that his heart would always belong to him.

“That's maybe the most romantic thing you've ever done," Alexius sighed, holding his hand over his ribs.

“Don't get used to it," Eris chided, slipping right back into his usual snide demeanor.

Alexius threw Eris' hand away, “And to think. I was about to say I would fuck you silly tonight. But now… “

Alexius sauntered away, putting an extra swing in his hips. The bond let him know that Eris wasn't far behind him.

Kiss prompts.

#eris vanserra #eris x oc #eris x male oc #erixius #eris vanserra fanfic #ask games #kiss asks #thank you bb for sending in another erixius prompt #this one soothed all my angsty eris feels

[astonmartingf]

Hello, Hello! Really big fan of your works. I'm obssessed with the YBOM series, everytime you upload an update I consumed it right away. sorry for the long message I just wanna praise you for your amazing skills

but anyway, I wanna ask whats your writing flows? like, how do you start writting your stories - especially the series one. Do you make an outline of the story until finish, do you just go with the flow or ? I'm starting to write as hobby but I'm not very consistent with it... Like how do you manage to be so consistent with writing while studying at the same time it blows my mind. again, sorry for the long ask 😭😭😭😭 im quite the yapper

first of all thank you so much for sending this, it's making me emotional. i'm glad you're enjoying YBOM <3

second i love asks like this!!!!! i'm very open and like to share my writing process and i have compiled a few examples of how my personal writing flows— and hopefully i can answer all your questions, the response is also fairly lengthy because i too am a yapper 🫡 and like the milestone name suggests there's a lot of personal lore here, anyways enjoy 👍

first how or where do i start? honestly despite me writing regularly i'm a mix of a vibe or mood writer and song titles!!! the ideas usually come early in the morning when i wake up or a thought before i go to sleep. most of the time these come to me during class hours and i write them instead whether it be in my phone or a notebook, or when i'm studying and i listen to a song and it randomly inspires me.

for the series, let's take doab since it's completed, the inspiration came from listening to the same some from patd! and it reignited something in my head and went from there

here are some original notes from drafting the series:

some things go and some things stay. the first two ideas at the start usually stay, and as the story goes i take liberties in changing the plot depending on how i think the driver or how i characterized the reader will react or respond to the situation in hand, so their decisions play a good part.

in greedy for example it was supposed to be a fwb to lovers with seb, but i scrapped the initial draft because it wasn't giving the way i envisioned. another factor is how i characterize the reader / yn because i struggle writing mean characters, and greedy was hard because i didn't want to write a mean character, i'd like to think i tried.

for my ongoing dilf series, it's definitely better because i've learned to pace myself (i definitely have not, but we're getting there)

for the case of ybom i thought of the initial plot and tbh ybom was just supposed to be a co-parenting fluff with reconciliation fic but as i wrote it, i began thinking of the reason as to why alonso and reader did what they did and we begin seeing the flesh of their characters

like the cliffhangers are on purpose, because i too have to stop and think what would be appropriate to push the plot forward, i realized that the ybom plot is all in my head

surprisingly it's shocking how i haven't forgotten about some ideas because i just write them directly and i haven't really written anything premeditated about it, except for the ending. here is the only page i wrote about ybom and it's mixed with other wips

one thing i realized while writing YBOM is to focus on a chapter at a time, but also to ensure that the small things the characters are doing will lead to a bigger picture. i have written a lot in the past and for different fandoms and even some original work, but i have never finished a single series in my name

the first series i finished writing ever was doab, and it was an epiphany for me, because i proved to myself that i could do it, and i could dedicate the amount of time i did, ever since i started writing in third grade, to have completed doab was a big feat for me

there's really only one story wherein i thought hard for the plot which is rlr, which is also why the updates are slow because this is my baby, and i have thought about this for so long, even though i'm not updating or talking about it, it's usually the one i keep making changes to

for the consistency— instead of focusing on consistently writing, my go-to is to take breaks consistently. writing to me is my break from studies and when i have time i usually write in my notes, a lot of the written parts in doab and ybom are written while waiting for the teachers, and in between lab work

also reading! when i'm in a slump i usually read other fics here, atm i'm reading: let me be your lighter @/nostappen and pancakes @/saintescuderia at idk if it's good to read when you're in a writing slump but i get inspired reading and think about what i will write next when i get the time.

being patient to yourself— some times you write a lot and some times you're barely writing and that's fine. it took me a while to learn that so now i'd like to think i'm better at managing my own expectations and choosing to stop when i no longer have the capacity to write.

and lastly to enjoy the process of it all— write what you want to write and have fun with it. not just writing but find a supportive community, i enjoy writing and sharing my silly little posts and talking to people here.

hopefully this has some semblance of understanding, and i made my point across with how i thought it would be conveyed? uhmm yeah, i hope you enjoy, this is vv lengthy actually now....

#★ the inbox #amgf ★ lore milestone #this is a quite long answer i hope you find the answers and what works best for you #hopefully this doesn't sound too egotistical of me but honestly i don't know anymore #i hope you enjoy reading and writing fics!!! #thank tou for sending and participating in my party hehehe 🫡 #also!!! prompts!!! vvv helpful #and listening to music is one as well #okay that's really it all

[commsroom]

Jacobi and Eiffel both externalize all their problems, but Jacobi projects his own flaws and failures to be other people's fault, while Eiffel thinks his redemption/solution is only in other people's opinions and out of his control, discuss.

i've said before i think the most interesting thing about jacobi is that the finale is the start of a character arc for him, not the culmination of one. and i think this is a big part of that. in things that break other things, he says, "it wasn't anybody's fault. everyone was doing their jobs right, but it just... two guys died. good guys." and i think that line makes a lot of sense if he actually was at fault, or at least feels that he was and can't admit it to himself. in dirty work, he realizes he blames himself for maxwell's death. and then: "i was wrong and people died. and the only thing i can do is not be wrong again."

it creates a perfect loop from his recruitment to where he's at in the finale: two people are dead, but he survived. he's out of a job. what now? i think that's an interesting set up for how jacobi's storyline post-canon could mirror and intersect with lovelace's - they're both people who have been blinded by hurt and anger and desire for revenge, and have had to step back from that ledge. they've both lost "their" people - the only survivors of their respective missions. i don't believe jacobi will ever willingly stay in contact with the rest of the hephaestus crew, but lovelace...? narratively, it could work. "i've got this friend" about lovelace in the finale is an opening. if jacobi's arc so far is a loop, and he's finally open to change, then he and lovelace could also share a thematic link re: breaking cycles.

as for eiffel, i would go so far as to say he completely removes himself from the equation. he projects his desire for redemption onto other people - people like hilbert, who absolutely don't share that desire - but he doesn't want to be in the story. it wouldn't matter if someone told eiffel he was a good person - he wouldn't believe them - and when people do call him out, like in shut up and listen, he takes that as confirmation he's irredeemable and everyone is better off without him. both jacobi and eiffel are treating themselves as passive actors to avoid accountability, in some way, but what eiffel really needs to accept is that he's the only one who can live his life. he isn't a uniquely bad person doomed to harm and failure; he's just like everyone else.

(maybe worth noting in eiffel's view of himself as a bad person vs. the antagonists of the show, including jacobi, is how eiffel sees it as an inherent character flaw that he doesn't want but can't escape, while "let's go be monsters" etc. is an active choice and rationalization from someone who signed up to be the bad guy, who decided he could compartmentalize and live with that.)

another kinda interesting place i'd say jacobi's worldview clashes with eiffel's is that they are both centered on people first. unlike maxwell and kepler, i don't think jacobi really believes in his own version of The Big Picture - he just believes in people who believe. it's progress for the sake of progress, but the nature of that progress isn't his to define; he's not even pretending it is. "because people like me - and people like him - make it possible for people like maxwell to do their jobs." and where eiffel's perspective necessitates recognizing the humanity in everyone, jacobi rationalizes his actions through a strict us-versus-them mentality. so much of how he operates is explained by that line: "there aren't sides. there are just people you'd do things for and people you'd do things to."

#wolf 359 #w359 #like you're sending me a little essay prompt. i love that thank you #it's enrichment for me #focusing this mostly on jacobi because i talk about eiffel's issues all the time and uhh #i'm unlikely to post about jacobi unprompted. so. #also the line where hera tells jacobi she's never met anyone who worked so hard at being inhuman. yeah. #i swear i have thoughts about all aspects of this show and its characters #i even have thoughts about riemann #but i will keep posting about eiffel and hera anyway. it is my nature. #and it's kinda funny to me because jacobi and eiffel are two of the characters with the least narrative significance to each other #but even so there's a lot you can say about how their contrasting worldviews explore the themes of the show #gold standard character writing. #asks