#kiss prompt night

[coffeeghoulie]

If it’s possible would you be able to mix 20 and 6 together with Swiss and Phantom? If not you can choose which one you want

Thanks in advance if you come up with anything

I did my best to combine these, though I feel like you had a certain scenario in mind and I tried to follow that but my brain went "oops, Swiss angst" instead. This technically follows both my Swiss and Aeon lore from Eternal Heatstroke, but you don't need to have read that for this. Hope you enjoy!

#20: on a scar and #6: on a falling tear from this prompt list

Aeon hates when Swiss goes still. The multi-ghoul is almost constantly in a state of motion, shifting his weight, tail swaying behind him, tapping his toes or drumming his fingers. Normally, the only time he stops moving is when he's asleep, and even then he doesn't quite lay still. He's only still if he's hurting, upset and lost in thought.

The door to their room creaks, and Aeon knocks on the frame before they enter. The room is dark and they can just barely see his silhouette where he sits on the edge of the bed. "'S just me," they say as their good eye adjusts to the darkness. "Missed you today."

Swiss makes a non-committal noise, a flat hum, to acknowledge they've been heard, but he doesn't move. If it weren't for the shallow rise and fall of his breathing, Aeon could be convinced he's been traded out for one of the statues in the chapel.

Aeon chews nervously at their bottom lip, hand trembling as they start to reach out. "Swiss, can you talk to me?" they ask, voice wavering.

He still doesn't move, head in his hands. Aeon bites their lip harder, carefully making their way to his side. "Sorry bug, thought I'd've pulled myself together by now."

He'd woken up like this, quiet and withdrawn, and Aeon had done their best to cheer him up before they had to rush off to their chores. But it hadn't worked.

Aeon shakes their head, sitting down next to him; close enough that they can feel his body heat against their thigh, but far enough away that they can give him an out if he wants to take it. "If I were feeling bad," they begin softly, each word careful, "Would you want to let me sit there and pull myself together?"

Swiss looks up at that, and Aeon tries to hide their wince at just how puffy his eyes are, the pretty gold of his irises wet with unshed tears. "No, I wouldn't," he says.

"Could you just talk to me?" Aeon asks. "I- I don't like not being able to help, Swiss."

Swiss laughs wetly. "I know, buggy," he says, voice still a little distant. "I know."

Aeon doesn't say anything, just stubbornly holds Swiss's gaze, waiting for one of them to speak.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually Swiss heaves a sigh, drifting just close enough that their thighs are pressed together knee to hip. Aeon leans in, still hesitant, waiting for an adverse reaction, and rests their temple on his shoulder. "Had a weird dream, bug," he says, staring at the wall. Aeon is reminded painfully of that first heart-to-heart, all those months ago. "Pit dream."

"Oh," Aeon breathes, chuffing and trying to comfort him. They know all about Pit dreams; having been plagued with them the first few months they'd been Up Top. "Alone?"

Swiss takes a deep breath, leaning over, carefully avoiding the points of their horns as he rests his head on top of theirs. "Nah, from before I left. Birth pack shit."

Aeon hums, pressing themself closer to him comfortingly.

"It's funny, missing people who hurt you," Swiss says, his words hanging heavy in the air. "Dreamt about my mother, and my sisters, and things were good. Things were really good, and I didn't know it was a dream until I woke up this morning."

His voice cracks, and Aeon looks up, eyes wide, just as a tear races down his cheek, disappearing into his stubble.

"I really miss them," he says, voice small. Aeon shifts, grabbing his waist and turning him so he can embrace their multighoul tight, fingers carding through his braids as they guide his head down. They kiss his cheek, just over that shiny teartrack, the exact spot where, before they had gotten along, Aeon had clawed. It had been healed, leaving no trace except for both of them knowing what had happened. They kiss his cheek again, the corner of his lips, before bringing his head down to the crook of their neck.

"I know," Aeon whispers, because they do know, has been held through this exact same dilemma. Swiss greedily accepts the embrace, holding them tight around their ribs as he cries against theit neck.

"Thank you, bug," Swiss whispers, once he's cried himself out. Aeon chuffs, blunt claws scratching his scalp.

"Any time," Aeon says simply. "You did the same for me."

#dot's writing #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #technically not but i'm gonna tag it bc of the Lore #eternal heatstroke #(also i will not shut up about them debuting that song the night before i'm gonna be there. rude lmao) #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #kiss prompts

[maulfucker]

So fucked up that obimaul is a rarepair. What do you mean not everyone is obsessed with enemies to lovers with a Force connection, where one side is completely obsessed with the other who barely acknowledges him (but is just as affected)

#hm i should make an original post tag #obimaul #like. say what you want but obi-wan saw a random dathomirian zabrak and immediately went 'maul?? alive??' #he DOES care about maul he just doesn't actively seek him out like maul does #post prompted by this song that makes me think about Maul in his crime lord era‚ all the luxury of the world within his reach‚ #but none of it satisfies him because what he really wants is to find (and kill) kenobi #'another night up in the best suite; everything's gone wrong already‚ my body admits; dreaming so high the floor is the limit; #once again i got lost.. [...] another night i give myself‚ top of a skyscraper; i'm the king of the world‚ dreams for rent; #and when i look at myself i sigh with a low voice‚ 'i don't feel bad i just feel nothing'' #(<- song is são paulo‚ 2015 by jão) #it's a song about feeling dissatisfied with the life of fame because there's an emptiness he can't fill with sex drugs or luxuries #and from the context of the album it's likely he's thinking about a past lover he's still not over #so. imagine with me. #i might make something out of this. maybe. #but like. posting about songs that make me think obimaul thoughts. not very productive. almost no audience. #... and while making this post i've been attacked by yet another song with a very obimaul words #'lie to me‚ run from me‚ we swear it doesn't count‚ in this way of ours‚ but it's not because i hate you that i can't kiss you anymore' #<- pilantra by jão and anitta

[spaceratprodigy]

*gulp* deacon/iris "please just kiss me" intimacy ask........ NYE party- (i am shot)

@oldworldwidgets — [ intimacy prompts ]

It's in the stars, it's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again

pose reference

#if u need me I'm gonna be on the floor thinking abt the doomed love of the disaster besties #aud.. aud my love my darling.. this little scene we crafted has been rotating nonstop in my brain for months #it has fundamentally ruined me #but it's so perfect it hurts so good I love seeing the lines blurring I love them not being able to get it right #struggling to communicate through the heartache *chefs kiss* #him.. him being the one to ask.. #I am unwell you are always sending me banger prompts my dear AND you always know how to help put my chaotic ramblings in the perfect words #OUGH miss aud oldworldwidgets I love you with my entire heart and soul you are such a ray of sunshine in my life #also I still have the other two intimacy prompts u sent me for them in my back pocket..... #I've had some ideas of how they can spend the night on the roof under the stars together...... #more on that later #ANYWAY #ilysm I am blowing you so many kisses rn #finally the people get to know who miss iris really kissed on new years eve on this fine day of *checks watch* valentine's day #(sorry nicky ✌😔 just bestie things u know how it is) #my art #sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #deacon fo4 #oc x canon

[mattodore]

kiss me till you bite ♪

#river dipping #ts4 #ts4 edit #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #🦇 #these are from an animation not a pose so if you wanna see this in motion just go to my video tag <3 #and that gnarly ass bite on theo's throat prompted me to use this song from their playlist as the caption #anyway. more editing practice :3c there were actually six screenshots but i decided to just do the first three... #also i didn't actually end up finishing these while jerma was streaming last night bc i got too distracted watching him play #instead i finished them like riiiiight before i went to sleep as i was listening to his sorcery streams #normally i just hop between jerma videos or listening to something #really my editing go-tos are jerma / mattodore playlists / podcasts / khadija mbowe or tee noir #i don't listen to a ton of podcasts tho. it's either relistening to i am in eskew / the magnus archives / wolf 359 #or listening to behind the bastards / if books could kill / pick me up i'm scared / you're wrong about / or maintenance phase #...once again making a post where the tags have nothing to do with the actual post. well. <3 #uh. say something abt this post river. um. i like when mattodore kiss but you can't actually see it :) #they only ever kiss in private so... i think it's fitting :)<3 #something abt mattodore being so physical in public but having this line where they almost never kiss around others... brain buzzes #it's bc of theo... kissing is too personal to him. and with matthias he's never cared about it before but... kissing theo... woof. #the way theo melts when he gets kissed... matthias likes to keep that for himself. #now that this is finished i need to get to that ask in my inbox... which i definitely should have started answering by now... 🧘

[atths--twice]

Hello

Do you take prompts

If so....

After a date.......

"Can I kiss you goodbye?"

"You can in the morning"

... Pulls them into their apartment/hotel

Well anon, as a matter of fact, I do take prompts. I love them. ❤️ Thank you so much for this one. I know you sent it yesterday, but I only saw it this morning. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and so… I hope you enjoy the story I’ve created. ❤️❤️

The Undeniable Spark

Dinner had been good, though there was a different feel to it than other meals they had shared. A spark that seemed to crackle between them these days, rose and fell as they ate and talked.

Scully smiled as Mulder nodded his head to the music that was playing from the live band in the back of the pub.

“Were you wanting anything else?” the waitress asked as she walked over to their table and Mulder’s attention was pulled away from the music.

“I don’t think so,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Scully.

“Just the bill,” she said, taking out her credit card and handing it to the waitress.

“You got it,” she replied, taking the credit card and walking away.

“I was going to pay,” Mulder said, shaking his head as he leaned closer to her.

“I asked you to dinner. It’s my treat,” Scully said with a shrug. “You can get the next one.”

“Hmm,” he hummed with a nod. His gaze dropped to her lips for a quick second and her stomach quivered as she imagined how it would feel to kiss him.

Kiss him again, you mean, she thought to herself as she remembered their all too brief kiss a month ago on New Year’s Eve.

“Here you go,” the waitress said, bringing back the credit card and the bill. Handing it to Scully, she waited for her to sign it and then she left the table, smiling with a nod.

“How about a walk?” Mulder suggested as they stood up and gathered their things. “Maybe a stop at the ice cream shop a few blocks over?”

“Ohhh, the one that carries the rice ice cream?”

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that,” Mulder said with a scoff and shake of his head. She smiled as she put on her coat and he rolled his eyes at her. “Seriously… live a little, Scully. Eat the ice cream. The real, full fat ice cream.”

“We’ll see,” she teased and he shook his head again. “I’m sure you’re planning to get something chocolatey.”

“Mmm,” he agreed, his hand landing on the small of her back as they began to exit the pub. “With chocolate sauce and possibly whipped cream.”

“Is that right?” she asked, as images began to fill her head that were not partnerly.

“Yup. And I’ll share it with you, so long as your ice cream is of equal desirable value.”

“Hmm,” she hummed as they walked out the door, smiling at one another.

They walked in silence for a while, looking around at the other people out for a winter stroll. It was cold, but not overly so, and many had decided to take advantage of the moment.

A large group of loud teenagers rushed past them, forcing Scully to move closer to Mulder and grab his arm for balance.

“Where’s the fire?” Mulder mumbled as they watched them nearly run into other people on the sidewalk.

“No idea,” Scully answered, still holding onto Mulder’s arm and shaking her head.

“Kids today, huh?” he asked as he shifted his arm, allowing her to slip hers through his as they kept walking.

She dipped her head as she smiled and he began talking about something. Her attention was not on the story however, but on the feel of her arm linked with his and the ease at which it had happened.

They’d held hands, or even linked arms before, but it was usually in times of worry or grief. This was different and that spark that passed between them felt like a static charge waiting to pop.

The ice cream shop came into view all too soon and she had to break their connection in order for them to get through the door.

“Smells good in here,” Mulder said as he looked at the menu and she hummed in response as she did the same.

She saw the rice ice cream and she smiled as she glanced at Mulder, deciding she would forgo it tonight for something she knew he would enjoy sharing with her.

“Know what you’d like?” the kind older woman behind the counter asked them and Scully stepped forward.

“Yes. I’ll have the vanilla-”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed and shook his head at the seemingly boring choice.

“With caramel sauce and cookie crumbles. In a waffle cone.”

“Ohh,” he said, looking at her in surprise and she smiled coquettishly.

“Desirable enough for you?” she asked as the woman began to prepare her ice cream.

“The ice cream?” he asked, his gaze dropping to her lips again and she drew in a deep breath as she nodded. “Very much so.”

“Good,” she said softly and he smiled before licking his lips and turning to the woman to give her his order. “Chocolate, with chocolate sauce, chocolate chips, and mini marshmallows. In a waffle cone. Two spoons.”

“Jesus,” Scully breathed, taking her cone and shaking her head as the woman behind the counter laughed jovially.

Napkins were shoved into their pockets as they left the shop and walked to a bench. Sitting down, they shared the ice cream, Mulder eating the greater portion of them as she began to feel too full.

She broke off pieces of her cone and dipped them into his ice cream, scooping up a marshmallow and a few chocolate chips.

“Admit it, rice ice cream will never beat chocolate,” he said, taking a huge bite as he raised his eyebrows.

“It’s not fair to compare the two,” she stated, letting the cold chocolate chips roll around in her mouth before she chewed them up. “They’re completely different.”

“And one is far superior. It’s okay to admit that, Scully,” he said, taking another bite.

“I’ll admit nothing of the sort,” she said, wiping chocolate from the corner of his mouth with a napkin as she laughed quietly.

“Coward,” he said and she laughed again as she shook her head.

He walked her to her door forty five minutes later, stopping as she took out her keys and placed them in the lock.

“Well,” he said, as the door opened. “Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder,” she replied, smiling softly at him.

Neither of them moved and she once again felt that spark growing between them.

“Could…” he started and then stopped.

“What?”

He stepped closer and her heart began to beat faster as her breathing increased. His eyes held hers and then dropped to her lips, lingering longer than they had all night.

“Can I kiss you goodbye?” he whispered, looking into her eyes again and she exhaled as she felt the spark pop and pull her toward him.

Goodbye, she thought. No… I don’t want this to be goodbye. Not yet.

Reaching up, she placed her hands on his chest and he drew in a breath as she did the same, her heart now racing. She stood up on tiptoes as he bent his head closer, his mouth opening slightly.

Just before their lips met, she paused, her decision made.

“You can kiss me goodbye… in the morning,” she whispered, and he moaned as he kissed her and she pulled him into her apartment, the door closing behind them.

#xf fanfic #the x files #msr #happy #fanfic #love #story prompt #prompt #anon answered #date night #ice cream #teasing and flirting #kissing #falling in love #season 7 #post Millennium

[vvenuspng]

sketch dump :•)

#my art #helluva stolas #stolitz #i prommy i’ll get to the prompts y’all sent.. but unfortunately i’ve also started my first period while off birth control today so 😁😁 #i’m telling y’all. i’m cursed. the world is against me rn. #these r from last last night and tbh i don’t think i’ll ever finish them. maybe the lil kiss one but idk #artists on tumblr #helluva blitzo #helluva boss #human stolas #doodles #sketches

[welcometogrouchland]

Pls pls pls pls pls post the willow spiderman au pls pls pls for meeeeeee

[ID: a digital sketch of willow from the owl house with a Spider-Man inspired design. It's based on her flyer derby uniform, with red and blue swapped for green and yellow, and webs on the tank top. She has a mask on with yellow eyes and is doing an action pose. vines come out of her web shooters. the background is pale yellow. End ID]

Mob goon voice ON IT BOSS!!! And a BONUS just for you- Huntlow Spiderman kiss:

[ID: two pieces of fanart depicting Hunter and Willow doing the Spider-Man kiss. In the first image, Willow is in her Spider-Man design and hunter is in his golden guard outfit. She's upside down and they're both leaning in, about to kiss. The second image is the same as the first but with an alternate, pink and yellow colour palette. The background is pink in both. End ID] (@toh-described)

#the owl house #toh #hunter toh #hunter noceda #willow park #huntlow #i wanna tag this for huntlow week so bad but it's not even a little related to any of the prompts #so i will refrain! tags popping off this week anyway I'm sure I'll slide right in #i hope the formatting on this is okay?? ppl in this fandom are lowkey such chumps abt image ids so i get so self conscious abt including em #as if it's not just a thing of like. ppl should be able to see this. i want ppl to be able to see this #hm. anyway the asker here is my irl friend who asked me to draw willow as Spiderman today during school #(i was slacking off and taking reqs <3) #and tbh the design ended up so cute so i don't feel even a little bad abt posting it even tho it's just a sketch #the huntlow spiderman kiss isn't perfect and i probably could've spent more time on it but i definitely don't dislike it! #and it's a cute idea anyway #if it really keeps me up at night maybe I'll take another crack at it #i do have one req in my inbox I'm gonna get to tho! #just gotta get through the fuckin. difficulties (mock exams. evil)

[sweetdreamsofgelato]

about the kiss prompt 3, 7, or11 with either Sy, Walter, or August. or Charles if we are feeling Tudory. lol

The #7 “I’ve missed you” kiss screamed Walter to me. This is slightly angsty, but I hope you enjoy it!

(gif from google, if it's yours pls let me know so I can properly credit)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader (You)

Rating: T for angst; hurt/comfort vibes

Word Count: 667

It was no secret that Walter was a gruff man. His oft-sullen and monosyllabic nature were rather notorious, and whilst no one ever appreciated being on the receiving end, most colleagues made allowances for something they deemed personally beneficial. His apparent ability to emotionally detach meant he was routinely saddled with the worst of the worst: the cases no one else wished to touch because of the inescapable knock-on effect on one’s mental health. Most assumed he was impervious to the foulest dregs of humanity and the horrific emotional gamut he ran each day. Believed that as if by some innate magic, he was able to simply absorb the repeated exposure to an endless parade of tragedy and defuse it all away into nothingness.

How wrong they were.

Walter felt everything and the trauma was acutely visceral. It lived in the permanent dark smudges under his haunted eyes, made its home in the unyielding tension in his every muscle, and burrowed into his soul where it inevitably metamorphosed into the existential exhaustion he continually suffered. His very essence was scarred, and it was a burden he bore without complaint so that the abysmal darkness never touched those closest to him.

His stoicism was how he survived and protected his peace.

It was how he protected you.

And whilst some took exception to his compartmentalisation by accusing him of being unnecessarily cold or distant, you understood and accepted it because you knew one thing with the utmost certainty:

No matter how far gone he may seem to be, Walter always came home.

It wasn’t easy, and the latest case had been particularly gruelling. Most evenings he stumbled in well past midnight and immediately collapsed on the sofa without touching the food you’d left wrapped on the kitchen worktop or taking a shower. Sometimes without even bothering to undress. After a paltry bit of sleep, he awoke before the sun and did it all over again. Days went by without seeing each other, let alone speaking, and it wasn’t for lack of wanting on his part. You knew it was because he was in the thick of it and processing that left him feeling tainted in many ways, and he never wanted that anywhere near you.

But you kept on making meals he could eat in passing and leaving extra cosy blankets and fresh clothes in the spaces he most frequently dropped. Held his hand in companionable silence when words were all but impossible. You continued to ease his burden the best ways you knew how because:

Walter always came home.

Just as he did that night. You were stretched out on the sofa enjoying a bit of television and a warm drink when Walter swept into the house on a wave of energy unseen in recent weeks.

You caught sight of his coat and hat flying through the corridor. His bag quickly followed, the lot chucked and forgotten at the bottom of the stairs. He finally came into view, hopping on one socked foot whilst desperately tugging at the boot on the other. He gave a triumphant whoop when he finally got it off. You made to rise, but he motioned for you to stay put and beelined for the sofa.

He collapsed into your open arms with a contented groan, and even though he was a beast of a man, you relished the weight of him. So solid and reassuring and real.

He enveloped your body with his and cradled your face in his hands. His fingertips sank into the soft column of your neck and yours dragged through his dark curls. Foreheads met, and in the barest moment of mingling sighs, his nose gently nudged yours before taking your mouth with his. His overgrown scruff scratched and stung with every drag of his lips but you cared nought. He was here, and that's all that mattered.

Neither desperate nor impatient, this kiss was slow and deliberate. By pouring himself into you and allowing you to return in kind, it was a recharging of the soul. Checking back in.

He reluctantly broke away, breathed into your neck and whispered, “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Welcome back, Walter.”

#henry cavill #walter marshall #detective walter marshall #night hunter #walter marshall fan fiction #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall x you #sweetdreamsofgelato writes #fic: kissing prompts

[yloiseconeillants]

"Show's over, Daedalus. Time for curtain call." "I do rather think you're correct-"

It's always a treat to see old friends after such a long absence.

(daedalus belongs to @azure-dragonsinger)

#i cannot fucking BELIEVE i left daedalus out of the friends prompt #anyway im love the spooky owl man #ariadne #daedalus #azem tag #everyone's had a very weird night in the giant robot castle of terror (blows kisses to alexander)

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

His arm tugged underneath her pillow while she rolled to the side, resting her hand on his chest. "Finally living my dream." She smiles with her eyes closed. He chuckles, "What dream?", as he smiles at her fondly. "Just being able to fall asleep next to you. Cuddled up with you. Saying good night to you in person, followed by a kiss." She opens her eyes to him smiling from ear to ear. He rolls on top of her to give all the flying kisses in the world, not breaking his big smile in between her cute laughs and giggles.

k.b. // is that what being in love feels like?

#k.b. #an excerpt from a book i'll never write #quotes #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #love #love quotes #quote #words #love quote #cute #love story #writer prompts #love prompts #love scenario #i love you #kiss #kiss quotes #good night #night quotes #my writing #writing #writers #poets #love poem #poetry #poem #lit #text #deep thoughts

[autocrats-in-love]

villain breaking into hero’s house at night only to find them having a nightmare

I Do As I Please

The villain's sneaker landed gently on the hero's living room floor. Their right hand held the window frame as they brought their other foot onto the window sill. Their left hand pushed their hair from their face. They had put it in a ponytail before they left, but climbing the side of the building in ways to avoid cameras had taken a tole on its structural integrity. Now, loose strands fell about their face and poking above their head, casting a messy halo by the moonlight.

They slipped their other leg through the window. Their shoes squeaked as they slipped slightly on the waxed floor. They held in a shout so as to not awake the hero. Then, what would be the point? They pulled themselves up to their full height and squinted at the hero's apartment. They pulled a small flashlight from the pocket of their black leggings. They flicked it on, and stared at what it illuminated.

A right in front of them was the arm of a worn couch. It had a faded flower pattern. It was probably passed down to the hero from a great aunt, or something to that effect. Moving the light beam around the room, there wasn't much. A living room with a couch, two chairs, a carpet, a bookshelf, and a television. A little further, a kitchen set up. A wooden table with a bowl of fruit. A few landscape paintings. Aside from the couch, everything was painfully generic. Perfectly clean. Even the magazines on the coffee table were strategically laid about in a fan of paper. Apparently the hero had little to no choice as to the decorations for their home. It couldn't be personalized. Ready to abandon in a hurry and give to the next hero.

The villain saw two doors. One had a welcome mat and a heavy lock. Heavy, but not difficult to pick. Same as the locks secured to the window. As suspected, there must not be enough money to give every hero the protection they needed. The other door was painted white. A silver handle. Nothing out of the ordinary. Most likely leading to the bedroom.

Why had the villain come here? The short version was that the villain had no choice, so the reason didn't matter. The longer version was that their agency had discovered the address of their hero. They were to search the apartment for any information that may uncover more important heroes or hero agency operations. It was a vague assignment. They knew that the agency also expected them to terminate the hero. It had not officially been made part of the mission, though, so the villain would not be dong that. Even if it had been, they would have argued that would make the hero agency aware they had a hero address. It was a slow game to play. One the villain never intended to finish.

They should have started looking in the living room first. But they couldn't stop staring at the bedroom door. The hero was probably sleeping. But the villain should check before they started ransacking their place. That was a valid enough excuse, so their running shoes treaded carfully across the wooden floor until they reached the door. They heard faint mumbling from the other side when they pressed their ear to the wood. It was a barely audible murmur. Perhaps that should have stopped the villain from entering. They turned the handle anyway.

They turned their flashlight off, slipped it in their pocket, and let their view of the hero be entirely thanks to the moon. There was a small room. It was a mess of paper. Tacked to the wall and connected with yarn. piled up at the foot of the bed. On the side table, being held down by a switched-off lamp. In the centre of it, a double bed. A grey comforter. It shifted as the hero tossed and turned under it. Their face was soaked in sweat. Hair was sticking to their cheeks. Tears were streaming from their eyes. They were saying indistinct words in at least three languages. Cries for help, most likely. They were breathing rapidly. Their limbs flailed in distress.

The villain stared, their mouth slightly open. The hero was having a nightmare--a bad one. There was a pull in their mind to ignore it. Take pictures of the papers and get out. That's what the agency would have wanted them to do.

The villain sighed. They weren't cut out for this. They walked over to the hero's bed.

The hero felt the mirrors break. They had hated looking in them--seeing their exhausted expression--but they had been the only things holding them up. Beneath the glass was only an abyss. The cracks gave out, and the hero fell into darkness. Their arms couldn't grab anything. They wouldn't do anything the hero told them to do. They screamed.

They felt a shake. Hey.

A voice echoing up from the chasm. Again.

Hey. It's not real.

The hero covered their ears. It was so loud. It hurt to hear.

Do you hear me? Wake Up!

The hero gasped, shooting forward. A pair of hands grabbed their shoulders. Pushed them back. They gripped the hero's sweaty arms. The hero kept their eyes screwed shut and their head down, hyperventilating.

"Calm down. You're okay."

"Shut up." The hero hissed to the mysterious voice.

"Yeah, screw me. How dare I try to help you."

"Your strategies are-"

Wait.

The hero lifted their head. Opening their eyes, they saw them. The villain. Their costume and mask had been traded for a zip-up hoodie and leggings. One leg was crossed on the comforter, and the other was dangling over the side of the bed. They were wearing runners. Their face was concerned. Their hair a gorgeous mess. It made the hero's heart beat faster for a different reason.

"Do I even fu- what the hell are you doing here? How do you know where I live?"

The villain didn't answer. They looked away.

"Were you sent here to kill me? If so, you're doing an awful job."

The villain chuckled lightly. When their gaze returned to the hero, they had a light smile on their face.

"I wasn't sent here to kill you. Only to take pictures of any evidence that would allow us to take the hero agency down in one fell swoop."

"Oh, is that all?" The hero droned.

The villain blushed--only for a deniable moment--and took their hands off the hero. "Yeah."

The hero missed the contact. Looking down, they realized they were in a thin tank top and shorts. Of course. They slicked their hair back with their hands and put their arms over their chest.

"May I ask why, instead, you chose to wake me up--alerting me to your presence by literally shaking me?"

"You had a bad dream."

The hero didn't know what else they had expected. They turned away, trying to keep the heat in their cheeks down.

"Do you- are you even a bad guy? Like, really?"

The villain frowned at that. "I am a villain. That is my legal classification."

"You could have- you should have left me. I wasn't dying." The hero stammered.

They could barely see, they were so hot.

"I know that." The villain narrowed their eyes.

"That is not something villains are supposed to do."

The villain scoffed. "Wow. You're showing a lot of gratitude."

"It doesn't make sense. I'm trying to rationalize why you would do this."

The villain grabbed the hero's wrist. The hero couldn't help it: they let out a small yelp. Their eyes shot to the villain's. There was a steady confidence in it that made a shiver pass through them. They tugged the hero closer.

"I helped you because I wanted to. Do you have a problem with that?"

They were so close. Their face was bare. The hero could see their every feature. Their eyes dropped to the villain's lips. they were spread apart slightly. It would be so easy to-

The hero shook their head. They wrenched themselves free of the villain and scrambled back.

"Get out of my apartment. Now."

The villain lifted their chin. A small smile. Their eyes did a scan of the hero's body. The hero bit their lip. Then, the villain pushed themselves up off the bed.

"Of course. See you tomorrow."

Then, they turned around, walked out of the room and shut the door behind them. The hero sat there, burning in the light of the moon.

Part 2 Part 3

#will they kiss? #give an ask to find out #hero x villain #villain x hero #writeblr #snippet #not a prompt #breaking and entering #night #nightmare #comfort #flustered

[shirogane-oushirou]

💋💋💋

#i colored this twice and hated the result both times.... so grayscale it is KJNAKJN #this damn thing was supposed to be my selfshiptober day 1 'first kiss' prompt art AAAAAAAA!!!! #but i still wanted to finish at some point bc..... neck kissie hehe... r!ren goes for the lips first ofc but when he ramps up and #we run out of breath he travels across the jaw and down the neck. he's... very passionate. i don't want to say 'handsy' bc that has #connotations but he is... physical. he likes the physicality of kissing and holding someone. #like (in his mind) this is the only way to express what he feels internally and he has to get it out. #🐐 [ been up all night. ] #🦦 [ can't escape it. ] #📌 [ my posts. ] #✨ [ oc lore. ] #selfship #self ship #selfshipping #self shipping #🐸 [ look ahead. ] #🎨 [ 046 art. ]

[life-of-kalos]

could i ask for Zhaya my gay lil bean and Harumi? 👉👈 (Zhaya from @breed-station )

You’ve come to the right place, Harumi loves the gay girls~

#ask #pokemon #ho oh #gijinka #Harumi #bluedoodles #meme #kiss meme #drawing prompt #zhaya #trainer #ooc #these have been very ic for ooc lmao #the generator knows what it’s doing #that’s probably all I’m doing for the night #well morning #it’s 6 am OTL #I need to sleep now #I work in the afternoon #rip #but yes #Harumi loves ladies just as much as doods #are you hot? #you got her attention

[sasukimimochi]

🌨️⭐️🪸 - @boredtxdeath (snow, star, coral)

Whew this one was a toughie. Ended up being long because i couldn't figure out an easy way to tie these together. super long for a prompt XD but i like how it ended up. gonna put a read more on this to prevent it from clogging up the dash too much.

Travelerji/Merxian AU (The Night We Met) - See the first six prompts here.

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The Night We Met - Part Of Your World

Wei Wuxian smiled silently at his companion, unable to help himself now that he got to see the traveler so close. He hadn’t considered how unsettling this may be though.

“…Is…there something on my face?”

Wei Wuxian was startled and laughed, “Aiyah, no- I’ve just never been this close to a human while not fearing for my life.” Close to you.

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow slightly. “Did something…happen with humans?” He gestures to the scar on the other’s wrist.

“Ahh…well…pirates.” Wei Wuxian smiled, “I got away as soon as they looked the other way. They stole my bands and a good majority of my pearls, though. The bastards.”

Lan Wangji frowned, reaching out to hold their wrist carefully. “How did they even manage to catch you?” He turned the other’s wrist and ran a thumb across the scuff that must have been from chains. “Or even…how did you get away?”

Wei Wuxian’s hand turned blue and slipped out of the other’s grip, solidifying once more once he pulled his hand up to wiggle his fingers at the other as if saying hello. He chuckled, “I’m not a human, so of course I'm not a one-trick pony.” He smiled at the traveler's amazement, letting him take his hand again and turn it over in his hands.

“How did you do that?”

“Magic. It is a bit complicated.” Wei Wuxian smiled and took the other’s hand. “You’ve got scars too, right?” He brushes the calluses and tilts his head.

“Oh…no, those are calluses. It’s from all the sailing I do.” Lan Wangji spread out his hand, allowing the other to rub the hardened skin and nicks in the skin. “You don’t get them because you’re underwater, probably…” He considers with a hum. The other’s skin was so soft and smooth…

Wei Wuxian nodded, placing their hands palm against palm. “We’re probably not that much older than each other…but look how different our hands are.”

Lan Wangji felt his stomach flutter from the gesture, swallowing softly. “They are quite…different. Our worlds must be pretty different as well…” He wonders if it’s dark and cold, as unforgiving as it was during the storms where he’d nearly drowned twice now.

“We live in the same world. Just different parts of it.” Wei Wuxian’s words made the traveler freeze for a moment. Well, he wasn’t wrong. But it felt very different. “At least, it feels like I’m part of your world.” He smiles.

Lan Wangji nodded subtly, “...Y….you are part of my world.” Saying it aloud made his ears combust with heat, turning his head away while his companion burst into laughter.

“You’re so much more shy than I thought you’d turn out to be! You haven’t even asked my name yet.” Wei Wuxian leaned over and smiled. “What can I call you, traveler?”

Lan Wangji kept his eyes trained elsewhere, still too flustered to meet the other’s eyes. “Lan Zhan…”

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian giggled quietly, crawling over to try to see his face even though the other kept turning it away. “Call me Wei Ying.”

Lan Wangji nervously peeked over at the other and felt his face instantly warm again. “Wei Ying…” He cleared his throat. “We should get you some clothes.”

Wei Wuxian turned his hips, trying to get a good look at the outfit his companion had put him in. “So much fabric. At least the shirt is breathable.” He waved his arms, smiling at the airflow against his arms.

Lan Wangji was smitten, thankful his clothes managed to fit the other with very little difference. Plus…now he didn’t feel so embarrassed looking at the handsome curves of the other’s body, and the shirt was just transparent enough that he could tell where his skin ended and the clothes began. “It looks good on you…”

Wei Wuxian beamed and grabbed the other’s hand, running out of the sea cave with the other. “It stopped raining! Come on, let’s go look at the stars!”

Lan Wangji stumbled as he was pulled along, quickly catching himself and running at the other’s side once he got his balance back. He smiled slightly, a helpless warmth spreading through his chest.

“What’s the ocean like? You know…further down.” Lan Wangji had his arms resting over his stomach, staring up at the now cloudless sky. The stars were breathtaking out here on an island in the middle of the ocean. The stars back home were nice, but nothing compared to stars out in the middle of nowhere.

Wei Wuxian turned his head to the other and hummed in thought, “The ocean is all sorts of things. It depends on where you go, really.” He smiled and rolled over to support himself on his elbows. “Coral reefs are beautiful. Full of dangers like any part of the ocean, but so beautiful. There’s so many colors and fish and at night- at night!! You get to see the bioluminescence and it's really something else. I know I’m a bit bioluminescent myself, but it's different seeing it.”

Lan Wangji turns his head too now, a thoughtful look on his face. “Bioluminescence?”

“It’s like…well, light. not a ton of it, but it's not like the sun.” Wei Wuxian rests his head on the other’s chest and smiles, “It can be a bit scary, but I can show you.”

“No thank you.”

“That was too quick!” Wei Wuxian whined, rubbing his face on their chest now. “I’ll be with you the entire time and we don’t have to go too deep for that. I can show you the whales- or dolphins! Oh, there’s so much you can see that you can’t see from the surface.”

Lan Wangji furrows his brow, “Mmmn…I will think about it.”

“Okay then, what about you?”

“Huh?”

“What’s land like? Not like this island, but…Where all the humans live.”

Lan Wangji turned his head so he could see the other a bit better. “...There’s not a lot to say, really. It's pretty boring.”

“Nothing at all?”

The subtle disappointment on the other's face had Lan Wangji backpedaling.

“Well…have you ever gone far enough to see snow?”

Wei Wuxian shook his head and perked up a bit. “What’s snow?”

“It’s this powdery ice that falls from the sky instead of rain. It's cold, but it's very soft and falls slower than rain.”

Wei Wuxian smiled, “Is it colder than the ocean?”

“Maybe a little bit.” Lan Wangji smiled subtly in return but stopped when he saw the amazement come over his companion’s face.

“You smiled…!” Wei Wuxian reached out to hold his face, eyes twinkling with wonder. For some reason, he had a feeling like Lan Wangji’s smile could be compared to something like the sun reflecting snow. No…maybe the moon? He’d be thinking of ways he could compare that smile for hours.

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Check out art for this and other MDZS Projects on my masterpost! ❤

I created these two mermay au's for mermay prompts i'm writing. (check back to the prompt list for updates)

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#Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are both smitten™ #they need to kiss already #i know it has only been one prompt since they properly met but fuck the rules #The Night We Met #Part of Your World #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wwx #wei ying #wei wuxian #merxian #lwj #lan zhan #lan wangji #TravelerJi #wangxian #mermay #snippet #mermay 2023 #mermen #merfolk #mermay prompts #ficlet #fanfiction #fanfic #writing snippet #writing blurb #drabble

[sentientsky]

ughhh i'm going to bed but if anyone wants to give me a sfw gomens prompt, feel free to do so. i'll write one of my ficlet/poetry things in the morning as a quick warmup before i get working on my actual paper lol.

#angst is especially appreciated eheheh. no pressure tho ofc!!! only if u feel like u want something written with too many metaphors lmao #good fucking night u guys lol #kissing u all on the forehead and tucking u into bed with hot cocoa and a hot water bottle. #oh wait some of my mutuals r in different time zones. for u i give u a coffee and some orange slices or something idk #good omens #good omens prompts #good omens ficlets

[zevrans]

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#i haven't played bg3 for like 5 days or so because i am super busy and my brain decided that's ain't going to work and it NEEDS bg3 content #even if it is of its own production - saw bg3 related dream last night help 😭😭😭 #i don't remember much except that there was a cutscene (i am both in it AND out if it makes sense in weird dream logic) #and after the cutscene shadowheart?? i'm not even sure it was entirely her but it was a woman who without prompt kisses my character 👀 #i would have said it was a win if gale wasn't standing right there and saw that and just as i (not my character 🤡) walked over to him to #explain it was a misunderstanding and that i (or we?? idk man dream logic 😹) actually love HIM #he started running away from me 😭😭😭 because he was so upset (this was SO out of character for him i'm bfmffj) #and binch was running fast as hell too i barely maanged to catch up and start explaining WHEN #the dream rewinded (which was essentially a save reload before the scene im 😭💀) #and the kiss scene played out again but this time it was as if we were just friends with gale and he just stand there like 👁👄👁 #i still can't understand if it was shadowheart or like someone not even from bg3 😭 #ANYWAYS good morning eveyone 💀👋 #tbd