#2021 prompts

[aishitara]

PB 100 Prompt Fill - Cream

Castiel said nothing when Dean turned off the road beside a wooden structure just a half mile beyond a sign that’d proclaimed: “Ahead: fresh fruits, local jams, homemade pies”.

He said nothing when Dean stood at the counter, giddy with happiness, as Dean rocked on the balls of his feet, looking at all the delectable offerings of pie, soul shining sunshine yellow. 

And Castiel said nothing when later, standing shoulder-to-shoulder against the side of the Impala, glancing at the sky and eating homemade pie right from their paper boxes, he kissed a dollop of whipped cream from Dean’s smiling mouth.

#pb100 #PB100 prompts #profoundnet #prompt fill #fic #fanfic #writing #my writing #mine #deancas #destiel #otp #drabble #drabbles #100 words exactly #old #2021 #2021 prompts #canonverse #cas POV #AU

[akakumoeteru]

Thinking of you.

#魔道祖師 #忘羨 #mdzs #wangxian #my art #my art 2021 #忘羨ワンドロワンライ #drawn for JP fandom's WX 1 hour drawing/writing challenge #prompt was poor physical condition #my notes for this say that i ran out of time #so it's very messy #and yeah #i can see that #backdate later

[cozylittleartblog]

wanted is wanted, am i right lads (●ˇ ◡ ˇ●)

inspired by a post from @prompts-forthe-soul​

#oc #comic #prompts-forthe-soul #art #original character #tessa #val #static sky #doodles #why did i never post this ??????????? #this is from like 2021. its on her toyhouse #my art

[the-kaedageist]

The inn is small and plain, the tables worn from years of patrons and the weight of beer steins. Essek touches his fingertips to the wood and thinks about how far his life has come. “Why are we here?” he asks after a long moment. Caleb looks up from where he had been spacing out, presumably lost in old memories as he glances around the room.

“Oh, ja,” he says, catching himself. “This is where we first met. The Mighty Nein, I mean.”

Essek’s eyes widen. The room takes on new hues, a history he hasn’t been able to read from the furniture and the beer spilt in the corner. He can see the ghosts of younger versions of his friends, set lightly upon this space like a memory - Jester laughing and carving a dick into one of the tables, Beau and Fjord drinking from steins and ribbing one another. Caleb sitting with Veth, who presumably would have been Nott then. Yasha by the bar, perhaps, with the infamous Mollymauk. They had started off with only seven, not having any idea that someday they would be the nine of their strange moniker.

“Ah,” says Essek, not sure how to put all of these impressions into words, especially not in Common. “An auspicious beginning, I see.”

Caleb shares a small grin with him. Essek knows that smile; it usually forecasts some statement that Caleb knows will horrify Essek’s delicate sensibilities, looking forward to how Essek will react.

“Yes, what is it, Caleb Widogast?” Essek asks, trying to keep the answering smile from his own lips and already planning to act as affronted as possible.

“I was covered in mud and shit, you know,” Caleb says conversationally, a gleam in his eye. “When we first met. You would not have come within five feet of me.”

Essek has heard tales of dirty Caleb, and privately been amused at the thought. “I would have Prestidigitated you clean long before you came close enough to be a problem,” he says confidently.

Caleb laughs openly; it’s good to see him comfortable and safe enough to do so. “Perhaps I should fall in the mud and see how cool you would act around me now,” he says with a straight face. His eyes gleam with mischief.

“We shall see then, who is faster on the draw,” says Essek smugly. “My Prestidigitation, or your determination to get dirt upon me first.”

Caleb laughs again and moves to the bar to order them trosts, while Essek sits at the table and waits for the others to arrive. It seems fitting, that Caleb chose this place for their first monthly reunion since Uk’otoa had been vanquished. A new beginning, in a place where a beginning had been forged once before.

Caleb returns, carrying two trosts and wearing a thoughtful smile. “Wishing you had been here to join us from the start?”

Essek is rarely surprised at how well Caleb knows him, these days. This comment still throws him, putting words to a yearning that Essek hadn’t even begun to understand himself. “Had I been here from the start,” Essek says, “the story would have turned out very different.”

Caleb hums and clinks their glasses together, sipping from his trost with a hum. “True,” he acknowledges. “And in the end, you found us assholes anyway.”

The door flies open. Beauregard and Yasha make their way inside, Fjord and Jester hot on their heels. “What did we miss?” Beau demands.

“Hey Trostenwald,” Jester shouts. “We’re back!” She proceeds to cast Thaumaturgy and blow out all the windows in the inn. The innkeeper glares at her in a way that implies she’s not at all surprised by this occurrence.

As the room fills with the shouts and laughter of the Mighty Nein, Essek sits back with a smile.

Yes, indeed. In the end, Essek found them all anyway.

#critical role #campaign 2 #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #the mighty nein #cr fics #cr ficlets #found a prompt in my notes from 6/2021 that was just 'they take essek to trostenwald' #turns out I never wrote it #so here it is!!! #not sure where this came from but ah #enjoy #there are nine of them #my fics #oh also essek is in disguise in this fic lol totally did NOT even mention that detail #it’s fine! presumably most of you assumed so

[untitledmemes]

Dune: Part One Prompts

Part II An assortment of prompts taken from the movie Dune: Part One (2021). Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Yet you risk your life to help us. ”

“ Do you know what this place is? ”

“ Would you bare witness? ”

“ You'd make a play for the throne? ”

“ You're a lost boy hiding in a hole in the ground. ”

“ I know you walk two worlds and are known by many names. ”

“ We have to go. We have no choice. ”

“ I serve only one master. ”

“ The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience. ”

“ We must move with the flow of the process. ”

“ His healing isn't complete. ”

“ Nothing survives such a storm. ”

“ They're dead. It's a certainty. ”

“ Don't be frightened. ”

“ There's much to learn. Come with me. ”

“ Follow me. Do the same moves. ”

“ I think this is the right direction. ”

“ We are not alone. ”

“ He does not speak or act like a weakling. ”

“ What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh? ”

“ Conversation ran short. ”

“ Peace, woman. Peace. I judged hastily. ”

“ I would have not let you hurt my friends. ”

“ You talk like a leader. But the strongest leads. ”

“ When you take a life, you take your own. ”

“ I want you to die with honor. ”

“ May thy knife chip and shatter. ”

“ You should welcome my blade. ”

“ This world will kill you. ”

“ Do you yield? ”

“ You're one of us now. ”

“ If you'll have us, we will come. ”

“ This is only the beginning. ”

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompt #rp prompts #rp starter #rp starters #memes #starters #prompts #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #roleplay starter #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #sentence meme #sentence memes #sentence prompt #sentence prompts #dune part one #dune part 1 #dune 2021 #denis villeneuve #dune

[gardener-of-vengeance]

Made these back in 2021 during October, enjoy!! -Fish

#metalocalypse #dethklok #did most of these for kloktober in 2021 #figured I would share them here since I’m not really doing kloktober this year other then one or two prompts #intended for fish only #digital art

[rabbitoid]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

George sees Dream through a thick fog

The whole world used to be theirs, now only a shed of memories remains.

(The scene that Popped into my head from the prompt is like. One of those dramatic confrontations. Accusations, tears, yelling, a heartbreaking last word from Dream. George left standing there, Dream’s old broken mask in hand. The two of them know this won’t ever leave the fog)

My lil thing for the @sixteenth-day-event 💕 just a tinyyyyyy bit late

#sixteenthdayevent #georgenotfound fanart #mushroom george #dream smp #dreamnotfound #YEAH I GOT DNF FOR PROMPT ITS AWESOME #I should not had procrastinated and be faced with Moving Day lmao #this has major 2021 rabbit vibes lmao #major shout out to procreate gradient map you carry this thank you for existing #also to elmhat for putting everything together this is fun!! #my art

[valeriapryanikova]

goretober 07 : stitched

#i've drawn this oc for the same goretober prompt in 2021 too #and they're looking just as gender as back then #goretober #illustration #voidpunk #blood cw

[kodasea]

Davy Jones

#kodasea #own art #artists on tumblr #art #2021 art #own character #character design #Something from a character design 2 class that kind of changed my whole art brain #Based on a word prompt exercise that came out for me as “ghost because of lanturn using tides” #Ergo ghost captain with glowy tide goblin shark

[aishitara]

PB 100 Prompt Fill - Interview

Castiel presses his fingertips to his thighs, one at a time, index-middle-ring-pinky, subtly squashing the urge to bounce his knees. This is his third interview at Sandover. If he doesn’t fuck it up, he’s got the job.

A door opens and a tall, beautiful man walks out, hands in his pockets, to speak quietly with the receptionist. Suit jacket hanging open, red suspenders peek out, drawing attention to a broad chest, and when he looks over at Castiel, Castiel’s insides riot.

The man walks over to shake his hand. “Mr. Novak,” he says, voice warm. 

Castiel knows he’s done for.

#pb100 #PB100 prompts #profoundnet #prompt fill #fic #fanfic #writing #my writing #mine #deancas #destiel #otp #drabble #drabbles #100 words exactly #cas POV #au #old #2021 #2021 prompts

[akakumoeteru]

"I want to take someone back to Cloud Recesses... Take him back, hide him away." "But he is not willing."

#魔道祖師 #忘羨 #mdzs #wangxian #my art #my art 2021 #忘羨ワンドロワンライ #drawn for JP fandom's WX 1 hour drawing/writing challenge #prompt was secret #also i technically failed this challenge #30 minutes over the time limit #backdate later

[deity-prompts]

February Writing Challenge 2023 theme: firsts

First time driving

First episode

First chance

First day

First meeting

First look

First attempt

First bite

First flight

First drink

First birthday

First job

First fight

First pet

First step

First post

First anniversary

First words

First home

First light

First born

First place

First choice

First dollar

First to apply

First photo

First kiss

First kill

Also see:

February Writing Challenge 2021

February Writing Challenge 2022

Writing Challenge Masterlist

Prompts Masterlist

#February writing challenge #writing prompts #otp prompts #writing oneliners #dialogue prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #brotp prompts #writing challenge #writing inspiration #30 day writing challenge #fanfiction prompts #2021 writing challenge #otp

[velvetsart]

a dapper little guy 🧸

#inktober doodle from 2021 #the prompt was Suit #teddy bear #teddy #illustration #doodle #dip pen #ink #traditional art #cute art #artists on tumblr #art #artist

[frownyalfred]

me, examining a kinktober 2021 collection on ao3 like it’s a fine wine: mhm, 2021. that was a good year.

#does anyone else do this? #I was like #damn #the 2021 jangobi week prompts were KILLER #ao3 #archive of our own #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fic things #reading things

[dapandapod]

oh my god, I need this in my life ;____; Pairing is dealer's choice.

36. unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

Look. I kinda missed the mark here, in a sense, as did I miss the timely window to write/reply.... xD anyway here it is? some Geraskier, a healthy dose of pining, and a lot of semi-platonic cuddling! Thank you Ebs my love for beta-reading! And I hope you like it, Kuri-darlin! Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here!

It starts, as it often does between the two of them, with a deep bottle of spirit and a great idea. Usually, it’s one of Jaskier’s, but this time neither of them will claim the responsibility.

Skinnydipping is a much better plan in summer temperatures, rather than in late spring. Cold water from the icy mountains is still trickling down in rivers and finding itself in the lake they are now rushing out of, bare as the day they were born.

Jaskier isn’t shrieking, he never is, he is just flexing his vocal chords. Geralt is telling him that he is indeed shrieking, and that he should stop before it gets shrill enough to call the local dogs over.

Punching Geralt’s chest is very different when he is not wearing any clothes, skin cool and slippery, and Jaskier loses himself for a moment.

This is where it all begins, in a sense.

They are both rather lost, directionless in the free way of the traveling pair they are, but still trying to make out what path is theirs, and if what they will find at the end of the road will please them.

Geralt grasps Jaskier’s hand, and holds it to his chest. If asked, he will say he is clearly making sure Jaskier won’t be able to punch him again, but if you ask Jaskier, the only thing he will remember is firm fingers around his wrist, chest hair rough against his knuckles.

When Jaskier does not immediately protest, just stares at their hands with wide eyes, Geralt declares the bard too drunk, and he pulls Jaskier with him towards land by the hand.

Getting dressed one handed is… even more complicated while drunk, but the witcher does not let go of the bard, and leads him all the way to their rooms. They technically have their own rooms, but somehow they both end up in Jaskier’s room, only half way into the bed.

Later, Geralt remembers waking up with Jaskier’s fingers laced through his, and turns to look at his face lax in sleep, pressed against the mattress.

It happens again, of course it does. This time they are between inns, with winter and his bad timing stealing one last cold night before spring broke through properly.

They have found alright shelter, compromising the comfort of the open forest floor for keeping warm, snuck in the crack of a rock formation.

The fire is doing wonders, and despite the smoke stinging their eyes, Jaskier is looking decidedly snuggly with the fire behind him outlining his figure.

Their bedrolls are side by side, and Jaskier has grabbed onto Geralt’s hand, marveling over… well, marveling in general actually.

This time there is no alcohol between them, just a sense of peace and amusement, and Geralt watches Jaskier trace each digit, using both hands to look this way and that.

His knuckles are getting a great deal of attention, as is his thumb and palm. While he does it, Jaskier tells a story about his mother and a fortune teller that probably was a sham, but there once was this palm reader he met in Novigrad, and did you know that the placing or lack of calluses really tells a lot about you as a person?

Geralt listens with a smile, and snarks at the obvious holes in the storytelling when Jaskier is making too much up again, and, between one heartbeat and the next, Jaskier’s eyes droop shut.

He is still holding onto Geralt’s hand, one cradling the side of his hand and his pinky, the other holding onto his thumb. Even as specks of snow trickle down from above, and the wind howls, the fire crackles merrily, and Jaskier is holding his hand in his sleep.

Geralt doesn’t take his hand back, and in the morning they have inched closer, and Jaskier is holding Geralt’s hand against himself like you would a teddy bear.

Not long after the summer solstice, they make a close acquaintance with death. Her foul breath brushes the bard’s cheek as a Necker’s claw dug into his flesh.

Lucky for all of them, Jaskier is wearing a leather coat, and instead of being fatal, it just ends up being very fucking painful.

Blood is not a good look on bards, at least not their own, Geralt decides when Jaskier sits eerily quiet after being patched and bundled up in a barn that they’ve got to borrow for the night, with the promise not to bleed on the hay.

That night, Geralt reaches for Jaskier’s hand, holding it as he presses himself up against the bard’s back, listening to his even breaths and rapid heartbeat, infinitely grateful he made it in time to save him.

As with anything, spend enough time doing something and a habit is formed.

It isn’t every time, nor is it a conscious thought, but if there is but an arm's length between them, they will either end up half way out of their bedrolls and meet in the middle, fingers lacing together, or when they’re sitting idly next to each other for whatever reason, their fingers will seek each other out, sometimes barely touching, and other times overlapping.

It stops being a conscious choice, it is something just done. Jaskier eagerly grabbing his hand as he tells exciting news and then forgets to let go, or Geralt wanting to keep track of him, or to support him, or when in a crowd.

It’s natural, an anchor when they are in danger of getting lost.

They part, and they reunite later that summer, and that fall Geralt grabs Jaskier’s hands to rub them warm, to breathe on them to help him regain temperature.

He knows you shouldn’t breathe on them, knows how a breath actually can make them colder, but Geralt may or may not be accidentally brushing his lips to Jaskier’s knuckles, and Jaskier is pretending not to notice, pretending he doesn’t have fine rabbit gloves tucked in his backpack, gifted by the very witcher right in front of him.

Things change, and also they don’t.

Dragons and witches and a child of the elder blood marks each change in their own way. Jaskier finds himself waking up, holding his own hand in his cold room in Kaer Morhen, and Geralt’s hand reaches across the empty bed for the bard’s even before he registers not to.

Another bottle of spirits, this time a stolen Nilfgaardian booze smelling absolutely terrible with the aftertaste of dirt, and another bright idea later, and Jaskier and Geralt once again find themselves sprawled halfway across Jaskier’s bed.

Geralt had to pull him up the stairs by the hand to keep their balance, or so they told themselves. The White gull Geralt ended up downing tastes terrible on the second day he notes, shifting and pulling the warmth by his side closer.

Jaskier grunts in his ear and knees his thigh, but only when he tightens his hold around hot, sweaty fingers does Geralt realize what he’d been missing. Jaskier is tangled against him, arm trapped under himself in an angle that will promise complaints the moment he wakes up. It is warm, and it is comfortable, and Geralt is slowly coming to terms with what pleases him.

Relearning how to share a bed is much easier when you have an anchor, a focal point, or it would have been if Geralt wasn’t startled awake by Jaskier almost falling out of bed. They resettle, Jaskier now firmly between the witcher and the wall, and the back of Geralt’s hand pressed against his lips as sleep reclaims him.

It doesn’t matter if they are awake or not, they reach for each other like a weed craves the sun, like roots seeking dirt, like vines growing where they find purchase.

The day Geralt wakes up and finally finds courage, he kisses Jaskier’s palm, and Jaskier kisses his lips.

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #holding hands #hand holding prompts 2021 #shuddup i am so in time it's not been years #fluff #friends to lovers #getting together #dapanda writes #jaskier the bard #geralt of rivia

[doctorsiren]

Here are the lists for Sirentober / Doctober 2023! I don’t know if I ever posted the lists for 2022 on my Tumblr from last year, but here they are as well!

I’ve been making two art prompt lists every year since October 2020, and it’s just a fun little thing. They can be done literally any time, you can combine any prompt from any year with whatever other prompt you want, you can do as much or as little as you want! I made them now to give y’all time to plan if you’d like (and also I got excited haha)

If you do end up doing some, it would be awesome if you’d tag #sirentober / #doctober because I love to see what you guys make! I won’t be starting until October (last year, I waited until November to do the lists since I was busy in October) but I plan to do it everyday as an art exercise

Can’t wait to see what y’all make if you choose to participate!

Also yes, a few prompts are repeats, but those are on purpose (bdubs cat is a tradition 💥)

#doctorsiren #art prompt list #sirentober #doctober #sirentober 2022 #doctober 2022 #sirentober 2023 #doctober 2023 #art challenge #art prompt #if you have any questions just lmk!! #as you can tell. I cater these lists to my interests haha #you can also use prompts from 2021 and 2020 if you’d like! #those are posted uhh somewhere on my tumblr #also they don’t have to be done in the listed order either #super chill super relaxed all for fun and as an exercise!