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akutasoda · 22 days

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hello!! i found your blog through r1999, congrats on the 1k!!

i absolutely loved your angst hc for tennant, so i'd like to request something tennant-related for the event with number 10 & 2. i'm not sure if you can request two prompts at the same time, but if not, feel free to pick just one ^^ (smile)

i love your writing istg it's comfort food to me (even the angst ones) so pls take your time and have a wonderful day, you're doing great!!

polaroids + do you feel that? i don't

prompts - after you part ways the only thing they have left to remember you by is a singular photo + one sided relationship

includes - tennant

warnings - gn!reader, slight fluff, angst no comfort, flirting, wc - 1k

a/n: thank you so much! im glad my writing brings you comfort <3 (even the angst haha)

'humans are all the same, no matter where they are from' was something the great ada tennant had said to pandora. tennant had thought that with all her heart as most people had the same weakness and strengths as everyone else, they were all human at the end of the day. however nowadays she could gladly same there was an exception to her thoughts.

obviously the exception to her was you. the same individual that she met on the streets of paris where she first attempted to sell diamonds to but you surprised her by knowing what her scheme was. you had piqued her interest from that encounter as she had never quite met a stunning figure such as yourself who had the intelligence to call her out on her scams.

it was no surprise to tennant herself that she quickly found herself enamoured by your presence and found herself seeking you out, not just for petty scams that you were very convinced she was trying to pull off. she loved spending her free time with you, the arcanist became much more chivalrous around you andade your heart swoon in ways you never thought possible.

you wanted to memorialize your first date with tennant and so before she picked you up, you made sure that your polaroid camera was brought with. tennant spared no expense when it came to taking you out and she wanted to make sure you had the best time, so when it came to the end of the night as you both sood side by side on the skyline of paris and you held up your polaroid, she couldn't refuse you.

she hasn't been oblivious to the camera that you brought with you but she never mentioned anything as she could take a guess what you brought it for. so when you brought your polaroid up and brought her closer to you, she smiled and pressed a small kiss to your cheek eight as she heard the shutter click. another photo was taken afterwards and after she escorted you back to your accomodation you handed her the first polaroid.

she held that photo close and kept it in perfect condition, she feared that if she lost it she would never gain anything as precious ever again - not even the most expensive diamond could compare to that photo's worth to her. you felt the same really, the second photo was kept in perfect condition and displayed with pride.

it all seemed to perfect in honesty, tennant was the one of the best partners you could ever think of being with - she was so supportive and very quick to compliment you, to treat you right. it was endearing at first, making your heart swoon and fall deeper into live woth her but eventually you're mind started disagreeing. you see, tennant was very good with her words and still treated over people with the same admiration she would with you.

you knew it was part of her character and her trade, it worked wonders with clients who would happily purchase her 'diamonds'. however it just didn't sit right with you when she would start overly complimenting certain high end potential buyers right infront of you. you almost felt selfish for how you acted but who could really blame you when your lover was flirting with others - even for the sake of business.

you voiced your concerns to her as you didn't want your simple jealousy to tear the both of you apart but her honey sweet words that usually made you forgive her for small mishaps sounded cold and fake to you now. her reassurance didn't soothe you and it certainly annoyed you when she began doing the very same thing not even a day later. now you didn't feel so selfish for wanting her to tone it down.

she talked about chilvary and how she wanted to treat you like the gem you were but you really didn't feel that chilvary when she started becoming more distant. she told you time and time again that it was only temporary and she didn't want to get you involved and it made it more than clear to you that when you told her you wanted all parts of her if you were dating her, it went straight over her head.

you hated it but now you could catch yourself staring at the polaroid in your possession with almost a bitter resentment. a part of you felt disappointed in yourself that you fell for her honeyed words and kind actions, maybe she really was just a con woman that sought you out for a long term sale. you decided that you're heart deserved to be let free from the hands that brutally ripped it from your chest with distance and a disregard for your feelings.

the moment the words left your mouth, tennants face dropped. she knew something bad was coming when she came home to see you with a solemn expression on your face but this was what she dreaded. tennant knew and understood that she was becoming slightly distant and did disregard your concerns multiple times but she now realised her words had become fake to you and it was her fault for it.

she somehow managed to work her way back into your heart and convinced you she would change and you could only hope but wish that this wasn't a mistake. it quickly became evident that it was a mistake and all you could do is wonder how long would it be befofe you built the confidence to finally break it off. tennant knew she wouldn't be able to keep you much longer and it broke her heart knowing she had pushed you away - it felt cruel of her to convince you to stay but she didn't want to lose you yet although the way you looked at her made her want to beg for forgiveness. but now, all she could wish for is that you atleast had the kindness to let her keep the polaroid of your first date as a memento to the love she lost because of her own fault.

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ky-landfill · 7 months

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Some angsty pit withdrawal Jason and batfam? 🤲

“Dad…?” I’m here, Jay.

#jason todd #bruce wayne #pit withdrawal #chronic illness #:(#the greatest failure would be to leave you alone again at the end #lazarus pit withdrawal illness #now serving: angst #SORRY #nga mihi <3 #prompt response #whumptober2023 #day 10

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youneedsomeprompts · 2 months

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~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS

requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard

Feel free to use and reblog!

having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")

masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone

appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside

their growing passivity makes them fade into the background

the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)

they don't accept invitations anymore

they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing

they show no emotional reaction in a fight

everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell

they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less

for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS

note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3

#writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #angst prompts #whump prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #depression cw #depression tw #mental illness cw #mental illness tw #mental health struggles cw #mental health struggles tw #foreshadowing prompts #10 prompts

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allthingswhumpyandangsty · 5 months

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what are some of the most appealing whump tropes for you? i'm new to writing kind of subject matter, but i love making my oc's/fave characters suffer. i would love ideas from someone experienced!

my top 10 favorite whump tropes

tw: force feeding, implied/reference self-harm, nonconsensual drug use

forced surrender — for me, the trope suits defiant whumpee better than whumpee who’s already broken and terrified. it gives me whumperflies when whumpee who is feisty, defiant and prideful is forced to surrender. so while they are obedient, there may be occasional hissing and snarling from them. should they get punished for such an audacity? the choice is yours.

enemies to friends / enemies to lovers — classic one. though I personally like it better if, prior to their becoming enemies, they started out as friends. so it’s ‘friends to enemies to friends (or lovers) again’. but besides whump, if fluff isn’t your thing and you 1.) don’t want to make their relationship wholesome the second they go from enemies to friends/lovers 2.) want to make it hot and sexy, then I did talk about spicy ;) enemies to lovers trope and the dynamic between two characters here and here. so you can check them out too

medical whump — maybe this one’s not as popular, but it’s still my personal favorite. anything that involves hospital setting, or maybe it doesn’t necessary have to take place in a hospital but a medical ward anywhere where the main focus is whumpee being injured while also being taken care of by caretaker. the more graphic, the better. (it doesn’t really have to be medically accurate, just… you know, how graphic the scene is described, the more the better. give me all that blood and gore, describe to me how each character feels, etc.)

hallucinations — self explanatory. love love love it when whumpee hallucinates from blood loss, infection or high fever, etc. they can hallucinate about anything you want!

sickfic — in my opinion, ‘medical whump’ associates with injuries, while sickfic is about illness. I personally like it when whumpee has the flu and is bedridden, though they’re the worst patient, whining and trying to convince caretaker that they’re fine when they aren’t. unlike medical whump and hallucinations, which deal with angst and stress, I like to throw in some fluff while writing a sickfic. guess you could say sickfic is the fluff version of medical whump and hallucinations (at least that’s how I personally view these terms).

force feeding / hand feeding — bonus if, instead of caretaker, whumper is the one feeding whumpee; they can force feed whumpee as a way to keep whumpee alive (maybe they secretly, genetically care about whumpee, deep down? *cough cough* enemies to lovers?), and they can hand feed whumpee as a way to dominate, humiliate, dehumanize whumpee.

shock collar — whumper puts defiant whumpee in their place by using a shock collar on them.

restraint — there’re so many ways to restrain a whumpee, and they’re all so good, but one that is so criminally underrated in my opinion will always be straightjacket. put. the. blorbo. in. a. straightjacket.

“who did this to you?” — this. this right here. whumpee tries to hide their injuries from caretaker, but of course, they can’t fool them. so when caretaker demands in a low voice that whumpee rolls up their sleeve, caretaker is hardly able to contain their anger when they see bruises on whumpee’s arm (because while they’d rather whumpee not try to hide this from them, they’re not angry at whumpee but at whoever did this to whumpee) and when caretaker asks, “who did this to you?” you know someone is about to pay for what they did to whumpee.

locked up by mistake — I’m not talking about jail here. I’m talking about a psych ward, an asylum. whumpee is not actually crazy or suicidal, but either there’s been a misunderstanding (no one believes them when they say these cuts on their arm aren’t self-inflicted) or they’ve been set up by an enemy. but of course, the more they try to make people believe them, the more unwell they look. and from there, there’re so many ways, so many scenarios to explore, maybe whumpee is drugged until they’re so groggy they don’t even remember their own name, maybe they’re restrained to the bed or are forced into a straightjacket. or maybe they have to undergo a shock therapy.

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kybercrystals94 · 7 months

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You Promised

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 10|Prompt 10: “You promised you’d never leave.”

Rating: T

Words: 1409

Summary: Prequel to “I Miss You”, Fives goes to collect Echo’s effects from Kamino.

Kamino is always dark, always stormy, but as Fives walks past the yawning panes of glass overlooking the turmoil of waves against the gloaming night, he feels a kindred connection to its anguish. This is his first time on Kamino without Echo.

It’s been weeks since his death, and Fives is about sick of the questions, the looks, the reassuring squeezes of hands on his shoulder. Because not a single word, expression or touch will bring Echo back. Empty condolences are useless. He doesn’t need to be coddled or sympathized with. Fives is as strong and capable as the best of them.

And yet, he’s never experienced life without Echo until now, and the resounding emptiness of his absence burns with the intensity of a blaster bolt right through the heart.

When Rex suggested that Fives be put on a troops transport assignment to Kamino, the ARC leapt at the chance. He’d been quietly looking for any excuse or reason to return to his home planet to collect Echo’s personal effects; however, outright asking would mean admitting…something. That he was weak? Devastated? Heart broken? Clones are supposed to withstand the stresses of warfare, to have unbreakable resolve in the face of death, no matter whose death it was. It is literally bred and cultivated into their DNA. Maybe the Kaminoans aren’t as smart as they think they are…and maybe clones can’t be programmed because they are actual human beings.

Fives shoves away the wandering thoughts, focusing on navigating the halls to their barracks. He thanks the force that most of the troopers assigned to this barracks are off-world, and he’ll have the space mostly to himself. Activating the lock, he wastes no time making his way to his and Echo’s bunk cell. He goes to the storage shelf and pulls down the box with Echo’s CT number. Clean, cold letters.

Fives sits down on what used to be Echo’s bed and opens the box. He isn’t surprised that it is nearly empty. Practical and by-the-book Echo didn’t find much use for sentimental trinkets or useless collections. Which means the things he did keep are — were — invaluable to him. Inside is his graduation medal, his cadet data pad with all the manuals he’d memorized still downloaded, and the deck of cards he had stolen after the rest of the squad had teased him relentlessly for being boring.

Fives remembers when Echo came into the barracks that night. It looked like the kid had murdered someone by the look on his face, awash with guilt and a sheen of nervous sweat.

Echo grabbed Fives’ arm and practically dragged him over to the bunk.

“Who’s boring now, huh?” he whispered, the tremor in his voice betraying the bravado of the words. Echo shoved the deck of cards into Fives’ hands. “I took these off a trooper outside the rec hall.”

“You mean you stole them,” Fives clarified.

Echo frowned. “He wasn’t even supposed to have them. I think he stole them.”

“So, what, that cancels out the fact that you stole them from him?” Fives asked, trying so hard not to smile. It made his whole face hurt suppressing that stupid grin. “What’s the regulation against that, huh?”

Echo looked like he was actually about to answer him when the rest of Domino Squad appeared.

“What are those!” Droidbait crowed, snatching them out of Fives’ hand.

Echo protested indignantly, “Those are mine!”

“Yeah, but you can’t play sabaac by yourself, di’kut,” came Hevy, lightly smacking Echo on the back of the head.

Echo ducked away and tried to get the cards back from Droidbait who immediately tossed them to Cutup. “Hey, give ‘em back!”

“Is there nothing in the manuals about sharing?” Cutup laughed and went to toss the deck back to Droidbait when Fives intercepted.

“I’ll take those,” Fives said, giving Cutup an extra shove for good measure. He handed the deck back to Echo with a wink. “Fine. I guess you’re not so boring after all.”

Fives opens the tin and begins to lay out the cards, chuckling over the matching folds. That was the day he’d decided he never wanted to be on Echo’s bad side. Cutup had barely survived the verbal lashing he’d gotten for damaging Echo’s prized possession just to cheat at a game he was kark at anyway.

The cards are soft and almost pliable, worthless by any sort of functional standard. Shuffling had become too difficult, and they’d resorted to sifting them manually, which in turn led to arguments about stacking the deck, which – depending on the dealer – was often true. After the Risha Moon Outpost, Echo had become even more protective of the deck, grudgingly allowing Fives to use them occasionally. Ironically, it was Echo that caused further damage by dropping a card in his cup of caf one morning.

Fives bit back the laughter that bubbled up, the compulsive need to make a sarcastic comment at his brother’s expense almost overwhelming. But desire was snuffed out the moment he saw Echo’s face as he held the dripping card gingerly between his thumb and index finger.

The man’s eyes had misted over, and if he weren’t a war-hardened ARC trooper, he might have burst into tears.

“Here,” Fives said, taking the card carefully. He laid it flat on the table and patted it dry with his sleeve. “Just a little stained. We could stain the rest of them, and we’d be none the wiser.”

Echo swallowed and blinked. Hard. Fives pretended he didn’t notice. “No. I think I’ll just put this deck away. I can get a new one next time we’re in town.”

Fives picks up the offending card. Even months later, it has the faint smell of caff. “Why’d you have to go be a hero?” Fives asks. “Turns out we didn’t even need that kriffing shuttle.”

Echo doesn’t answer. Echo will never answer him again.

Fives glares at the card, refuses to acknowledge the burning sensation behind his eyes. “You said you’d never leave,” Fives growls to the void where Echo’s presence used to be. “You promised.”

After Rishi Moon, the first time they’d lost brothers, the first time the war was more than just a distant promise of action, they had sat in this room, on this bunk, and Echo tried to comfort Fives from the depths of his own mourning.

“We’re next, aren’t we?” Fives had asked, voice still hitching on exhausted sobs. “What if you die, Echo? I don’t want to be alone.”

Echo is quiet for a moment, an arm wrapped around Fives’ shoulders. “You won’t get rid of me that easy, vod,” he whispers.

“Don’t you dare make promises you can’t keep,” Fives insisted.

“I’ll keep this one,” Echo said.

Like a fool, he’d sounded like he meant it. And in the same foolish vein, Fives had believed him.

Another memory approaches uninvited. Just before they’d become ARC troopers, before the Battle of Kamino, Echo had been driving Fives absolutely crazy, following him around reciting regulations and protocols.

“Force, Echo! Sometimes I wish we’d been assigned to different units,” Fives groused irritably.

Echo smiled, unperturbed. “Give it a day, and you’d miss me.”

Fives stares at the caff stained card. What he’d give to have the culprit back, to hear another recitation of another reg manual, to goad Echo into participating in another inappropriate prank.

Fives stands abruptly and snatches his own box off the shelf. Unlike Echo’s, it is crammed past capacity with whatever junk Fives found remotely interesting. He digs through it until he finds the ink pen Echo said he’d never use because they never use paper. Gripping the pen in his hand, ignoring the way it shakes, he presses the tip into the stained card’s backing and writes: I miss you.

“There,” Fives says out loud, anger disguising grief. “Are you happy? You were right. I would miss you. I do miss you. You didn’t have to go and prove it to me, you kriffing idiot.”

He throws the pen in his box, shoves it back in its slot. He turns to Echo’s bunk, his meager belongings strewn across a regulation blanket that Echo will never use again. He gathers them up, puts the cards and the medal in his pocket, and clips the data pad to his belt.

He tries to leave the memories behind, but they trail after him like echoes of lost voices against cold, empty walls.

END

Author’s Note: I didn’t intend to write a sequel (prequel) to I Miss You, but inspiration struck and refused to be ignored…so here we are, and here it is! **There’s a little hidden Easter Egg somewhere in this post (and on my post on Ao3), so I’m excited to see if anyone finds it!

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arbuthnotblob · 6 months

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Lance Week 23, Day 6: Ancestor... Outfit Swap, 2?

I'm just saying, there had to be an origin for my love of mentorly figures in cool capes, alright! Only so many guys can wander around a highland-like area testing the moral fibre of children and smiting evil (though admittedly only one gives out the final reward of a family holiday to a single child and nebulously wipes out all the rest...) Anyway my original like, 3 different ideas for this prompt all died a death, so you're going to take this 10 degrees to the right version of me having highlander Lance headcanons, and you're gonna like it!

[Lance Pokemon x CBBC Raven]

#Champion Lance Week 2023 #Lance Week 23 #Champion Lance #Pokemon Lance #Wataru #ABC Work #so help me I am still cooking the angst prompt #CBBC Raven #don't look at me #don't percieve this #this is truly the ultimate representation of me at 10 years old

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singsweetmelodies · 2 years

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Piarles + clouds ☁️

hello tia darling 💙 i picked this one because it just started raining again outside, and it's midnight, so obviously my brain went midnight rain by taylor swift. because i'm me, and also because vaguely poetic angst at midnight is, apparently, the way to go.

Sometimes, when the clouds roll in over the midnight sea and raindrops draw silvery, moonlit tear-marks down his windows, Charles thinks of Pierre.

They aren't thoughts he can let himself think in the light of day, because the day is when he is supposed to smile, and stand up straight despite how he feels like his back is breaking under the weight of everything he was supposed to win this year (and everything he lost instead.)

But when the whole world is quiet except for the faint whisper of rain on the roof, Charles lets himself think of Pierre's laughter, and the way he reached for Charles' arm, and how his kiss was the sweetest thing Charles had ever tasted, like coming home and discovering a new world all at once. Until he pulled away, and shook his head no, and broke Pierre's heart because he couldn't afford the distraction and comfort-dulled senses that might cause him to lose out on precious thousandths on-track.

Sometimes, when the clouds roll in over the midnight sea, Charles thinks of Pierre, and wishes that he had chosen comfort instead.

(send me a ship + a one word prompt and i will write a 5 sentence fic about it)

#5 sentence fic thing #piarles #piarles fic #10 x 16 #myfic #here there be angst and midnight rain #this is probably not what you were expecting at all with this prompt tia 🙈 but it's what my brain wanted apparently #i was humming 'broke his heart cause he was nice' and 'he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain' all throughout writing this btw #the pain of being a ferrari driver etc etc #charlie baby you chose wrong 😭

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umprompted · 11 months

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#10

“Yh- you promised! You promised not to leave! No, no! No! Don’t leave me! DON’T LEAVE M—”

#10 #original prompts #angst prompts #prompts #angsty prompts #dialogue prompts

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tak1e · 1 year

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concepting a fic in where bakugou is given none sense quirks by afo in an attempt to kill him but it just ends up making him teleport to a different universe

#bnha #bakudeku #bkdk #mha #fanfic #bakudeku fanfic #prompt #au #alternate reality #bakugou x izuku #it’s 90/10 angst and fluff

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daisy-mooon · 7 months

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Betrayal

Whumptober Day 10, Alternate Prompt: Betrayal

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Apollo is sat alone at the top of Half-Blood Hill, his fingers grazing the grass, and all he can think about is how Meg betrayed him.

Oh, he knows why. He would have to be blind not to, when he looks back at her actions and mannerisms and connects every dot religiously, as if it would make the time rewind and allow him to somehow get her away from Nero-

The sky is perfect for the beginning of a sunset. One that Meg should be allowed to sit under and stare at, one that she should be allowed to be a child under. Not trapped with a monster like Nero. A type of monster that Apollo knew intimately, deeply, and it made him almost sick to imagine a child stuck in such a position.

He had been betrayed. But he supposed the real betrayal came from him, for failing to realise Meg's horrific situation before it was too late.

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autistic-shaiapouf · 10 months

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Okay actually following what I said earlier I see that anyone who writes about this man is performing a service to the community

#went on a03 and searched Pouf's name out of curiosity and found 10 pages; half of them maybe actually about him holy shit #i knew he wasnt a fan favorite but. my god. the most surreal aspect was scrolling and recognizing author names #bc they've posted their works here too sjdkdsj my ridiculous fluff fic is an important act for this community actually #i saw some writing where someone broke glass and wanted to make him clean it up then shoved him into it #and that's what's prompting me here; to each their own im definitely not into the strong dom and sub dynamic there #but my god. what if we made him happy actually djffjfk like yeah angst fits him so well and it is fucking delicious under the right #circumstances but also. what if we stopped being mean to him fjkdj i know he's earned it like i KNOW but.#i am going to be so nice and sweet to this bug and am no longer concerned about characterization after what i saw on a03 jfjffk #i like to imagine i do a fairly decent job of writing him but i think I'm worrying over nothing - it's just nice to have content of him lmao #shai speaks

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youneedsomeprompts · 2 years

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10 vampire AU prompts

requested by: various anons

Feel free to use and reblog!

#1 - "there's lipstick on your teeth" "that's not... lipstick..."

#2 - drawing portraits of each other to show how beautiful the other is

#3 - having a green thumb for night-blooming plants

#4 - wearing tooth gems on their fangs because it's ✨fancy✨

#5 - trying to make a meal for their human

#6 - taking a moonbath

#7 - being relieved when capes come back into fashion

#8 - saving a human but only because they're hungry

#9 - they were always told how dangerous humans are. they should've listened

#10 - trying to mask their hatred when speaking with a human

#vampire prompts #vampire au #writing prompts #prompt list #supernatural prompts #prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #otp prompts #fantasy prompts #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #10 prompts

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blueaphelion · 1 year

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Look what I got 👀

My Bad Things Happen Bingo card!

So! If there are any specific characters/ships/fandoms you’d like to see written in the context of these prompts, send me an ask!

If you’ve been following me for a bit, you’ll know what characters I’m most interested in, so those will be prioritized. Don’t be afraid to request something different though, because I might happen to feel inspired by it!

Note: sending a request doesn’t guarantee I’ll write it. If it doesn’t inspire me, I’m not gonna force myself through it. This is meant to be for fun. I’ll eventually get through them all on my own, regardless of if they’ve been requested or not. I’m also not putting a deadline on this. I’ll get to writing when I get to it.

#star wars #star wars rebels #the mandalorian #the clone wars #the bad batch #andor series #ben 10 #bad things happen bingo #i love me some angst lol #writing #prompts

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prettygoododds · 1 year

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Carry On Countdown Day 10

Carry On Countdown

Day 10

Prompt: Angst

Fiona has finally gone too far

Many Different Ways That You Can Kill The One You Love

#carry on countdowm #coc 2022 #carry on countdown day 10 #angst prompt #simon snow #Carry On series #carry on fandom #snobaz #baz pitch #Simon and Baz

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viva-la-whump · 7 months

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Whumptober - Day6/7

This is where I've done something different this year (after I realized I could!) - After seeing that you can combine prompts and you don't need to do 31 separate entries (each prompt counting as completed so long as it's addressed), I decided to save myself a LOT of hassle (and sleepless nights!) and do a bit of combining and I think that's the only reason I'm actually finishing this this year!

Chapter 6

Prompt 29 - "What happened to me?"

altprompt 10 (replacing prompt no. 28) - Shaking

“How long has she been like this?” Borika asked as she, Thalias, Che’ri, and Admiral Ar’alani stood around the familiar looking young woman lying unconscious in the medical bay aboard the Steadfast.

“It happened about five hours ago.”

All eyes turned to the room’s other occupant, currently standing slightly behind the admiral. He was an alien, apparently from the same species as the two people the three of them had seen in their village. Stranger still was the fact that he was speaking Cheunh and wore the rank insignia of a Lieutenant Commander of the Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet. Ar’alani had introduced him as Commander Vanto and told them that he knew of both Third and Second Sight, but hadn’t given any more explanation than that.

“We suddenly dropped out of hyperspace,” he continued, “and I found Navigator Vah’nya slumped over her controls, unconscious. She’s been like this ever since.”

Commander Vanto, Thalias saw with some degree of amusement, actually seemed a little self-conscious with the sudden attention of all four women, the three civilians still staring at him.

It was Ar’alani who broke the silence.

“What we need to figure out is how to wake up Navigator Vah’nya without putting her in any danger. Thalias.” She turned to look at her. “When I contacted you, you said the three of you saw Vah’nya in some sort of…vision?”

“Yes,” Thalias replied, managing to tear her eyes away from Commander Vanto. “We were experimenting with Che’ri’s Second Sight when we suddenly found ourselves somewhere like a white void. We saw Vah’nya there, along with two humans…” She let her gaze slip back to Vanto. “That was also about five hours ago.”

“Could this be the result of two sky-walkers with Second Sight becoming lost in each others’ minds. It’s happened before,” Borkia put in.

“Then why am I awake?” Che’ri asked.

“Maybe it’s because you had us,” Thalias suggested. “With our lack of Second Sight, maybe when we got out of the trance, our connection to you brought you out with us.”

“Then why didn’t Vah’nya wake up when that happened?” Borkia asked.

Vanto cleared his throat and once again, all eyes turned towards him.

“There are beings where I’m from, including humans, who have something similar to Second and Third Sight, and some are much more powerful and can do a lot more. It could be that Vah’nya is still connected to one or even both of them still.”

“Then we’ll have to go in and get her.”

This time, all eyes turned towards Che’ri.

“Che’ri, that’s too dangerous,” Thalias argued, but even as she said it she knew that trying to fight her on this. She was stubborn when she set her mind to something, and she could see in the young woman’s face that she already had.

“Not if both you and Borika are with me,” Che’ri countered. “We can do what we did before, but this time we’ll try to grab Vah’nya before we leave. We can do this. I know we can.”

Borika sighed. She knew Che’ri know just as well as Thalias did. Sometimes it was easier just to give in.

“Alright. Let’s all join hands.”

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The three of them had been standing there for nearly 20 minutes, eyes closed, Che’ri and Thalias each holding one of Vah’nya’s and Borika’s hands while the latter stood at the unconscious woman’s head. And then, with a sudden cry, Vah’nya sat straight up, her eyes wild, breath coming in choked gasps. The other three women all stepped back, trying to find their balance as they came back from their trance. Che’ri reached out to Thalias, the two of them clinging to each other while Ar’alani caught hold of Borika. But Eli rushed forward to hold Vah’nya. She clung tightly to him and Eli could feel her shaking.

“It’s okay,” he soothed. “You’re alright.”

“Wh-what h-happened?” Vah’nya asked, her voice quivering as much as her body.

“We’re not sure,” Eli admitted. “But we think you might have been caught in some sort of Second Sight trance. Sky-walker Che’ri and her companions, here, were able to get you out.”

Still holding tight to Eli, Vah’nya looked around at the three women, her eyes widening.

“I saw you,” she breathed.

“That’s right,” Borika said, having regained her balance and placing a comforting hand on Vah’nya’s shoulder. “Do you remember anything else?”

Vah’nya sat up straighter, her hand finding Eli’s, and looked down, her eyes tracking back and forth as she tried to remember.

“Everything was white. I saw you…and two others. They were human, like you.” She looked up at Eli. He rubbed a thumb against the back of her hand. “There were…images. Feelings. Just flashes; I don’t remember much, but I know where we need to be. And it’s important. Vitally important.”

“Yes!” Che’ri said! “I felt that, too! And not just us, but the Springhawk as well.”

Ar’alani shook her head.

“I don’t think Supreme General Ba’kif will agree to release two warships on the whims of even two Sky-walkers.”

Vah’nya took a shuddering breath, her eyes going distant with some memory. “He will.” She said. “It’s…about the Grysk. I think…I think where we need to go has something to do with them. A way to stop them.” She looked up at all of them, the surprise evident on all their faces. “He’ll allow it. I know he will.”

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Whumpuary Prompt 10

Hidden Injury

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Leap of Faith

So he does. He tells her stories from the Clone Wars, stories from when he and his brothers were still cadets in training. He tells her about missions, about isolated incidents: some amusing, some embarrassing, some downright scary, but he tries to avoid anything that’s too depressing – for her, at least, because even thinking back to those moments in the past feels like his heart is being pulverized over and over.

He’s been separated from his family, and there is nothing strong enough to bring them back together, not when there’s so much… wrong.

(He doesn’t trust himself, for all that he’s struggled to deny it, to hide it even to himself, but spending so much time around Omega, he couldn’t hide from the very real fear choking him that he would lose his mind and try to kill her when there’s no one around to save her.)

He tells her about when they got Echo, about their meeting with Rex – because he remembers her mentioning Rex having been with them at some point. He talks about the Jedi General they fought with, too. Of all the Jedi he’s seen, General Skywalker always stood out to him the most, because he was the first and only Jedi who fought with them side-by-side, the only one they served with instead of for. And he’s heard stories of him from Echo; if he’s to be believed, he and his general were close friends.

He talks more than he has in a long time, and he can only hope that the kid can’t see the pain and grief weighing him down as he makes scathing remarks about the rest of his squad – and he will deny it for eternity that a part of him waits automatically to hear their equally biting or sarcastic comebacks. Some wounds, he thinks bitterly, never heal. They can only be hidden over, buried, but they’ll always be there.

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