#prismatic prompts

[prismaticpollen]

ok snzblr hear me out:

plant girl who emits pollen when she’s horny, and she has the kink!

maybe it’s sex pollen, maybe she can even change what kind it is. like if you’re allergic to one type of flower specifically, she’ll mimic that flower’s pollen just for you.

that’s all I’ve got for now but just think about it!

#snz kink #snzfucker #snzbian #monster snz #monsterfucker #prompts #prismatic prompts #inspiration credit to the oc server lol #yk who you are

[wanderingmaskdragons]

prismatic dragon!

#dragon #word prompt #prismatic #another GOOD word!! #p much all the words ive ever got have been good ones tbh #i just like rainbows #digital art

[aetherprism]

So my hand slipped

#PRISMATIC ILLUSTRATIONS #wip #ingo #moonjumper #ahit #pkmn #crossover #so NGS prompt is crossover…. yeah #ehe :3c

[tangibletechnomancy]

Doing It Wrong On Purpose: Episode 1 - The Un-Ship

Today's experiment: What happens if I prompt for something, and then negative prompt all the main keywords, plus various synonyms and related words?

The answer: Some gloriously weird stuff.

For example, let's look at a negative cat:

Positive prompt: A cat on a windowsill during a storm

Negative prompt: Cat, feline, felidae, kitty, kitten, animal, pet, windowsill, window, glass, pane, house, storm, rain, water, lightning, thunder, clouds, torrent, downpour, snow, blizzard, wind, windy

Interesting! Let's get a little more fantasy with it and try for an anti-deer:

Positive prompt: A deer in a peaceful flowery meadow, crystals, midnight, fantasy, colorful

Negative prompt: Deer, cervidae, animal, elk, moose, stag, doe, fawn, reindeer, antelope, cervid, antlers, flowers, night, dark, trees, foliage, bloom, stars, night, tranquil, fantastic, vibrant, cool, magic, blue, moon, sky, crystal, stone, statue, topiary, floral, blossom

Between these two experiments, including a few dozen other generations that remain unposted, one thing I can say for sure is that for living subjects, it's a great way to get the kind of anatomical wonk that older models are (in)famous for - and it makes sense why, the model is trying to make something that looks like a certain subject...but once it starts to look too much like it, well, shit, we told it NOT to do that! Break something up! Given that I love that kind of wonk, I think I've found a useful tool for myself.

One more living subject, and let's get even more abstract with our direction here:

Positive prompt: mind horse

Negative prompt: horse, equine, colt, filly, mare, stallion, bronco, pony, mind, brain, thought, essence, psyche, intelligence, consciousness, imagination, dream, soul, visualization, intellect, wit, cognizance

Now let's try something that isn't alive. One thing I love AI for is surreal settings and landscapes - lets try one now!

Positive prompt: A magic palace garden made of crystal and gold

Negative prompt: Palace, magic, crystal, gold, fantasy, castle, estate, stronghold, temple, garden, flowers, plants, blossoms, bloom, blooms, trees, grass, stems, foliage, leaves, greenery, branches, bush, bushes, hedge, hedges, metal, luxury, stone, glass, brass, rose, polished, jewel, prism, courtyard

I then tried to see if, learning from the animal subjects, I could make it more likely to return one of my favorite "mistakes" - making it impossible to discern the point where a water area ends and a sky area begins. I wasn't immediately successful, but I came up with some results I found pleasing regardless-

Positive prompt: Secret hideout in a cave behind a waterfall in the foggy forest on a floating sky island in fluffy clouds

Negative prompt: hideout, camp, campsite, home, abode, house, dwelling, rest, shelter, waterfall, water, cave, grotto, forest, woods, woodland, trees, fountain, cascade, pond, stream, lake, river, brook, puddle, creek, pool, beach, ocean, sea, cloud, clouds, sky, cumulus, cirrus, nimbus, fog, storm, rain, sunshower, falls

It seems that with landscapes it's got a much clearer and more specific "idea" of what a [SUBJECT] without [SUBJECT] looks like; it's more inclined to invent very specific, very consistent unasked for related elements. With the animals, I was tweaking the weight on the positive prompt to avoid getting straightforwardly just what I had positive (and negative) prompted, but with landscapes, I just get... almost something else entirely.

So how about inanimate objects? Let's try a ship, perhaps?

Positive prompt: A huge sailing ship with brilliant prismatic crystal sails on a stormy, turbulent sea of sunset clouds

Negative prompt: ship, boat, sailboat, sailing ship, pirate ship, galleon, ketch, schooner, sloop, cutter, sail, sea, ocean, storm, wind, rain, water, waves, cloudy, clouds, fog, sunset, dusk, dawn, sunrise, twilight, evening

...okay, I'm in love with the un-ship. It truly does manage to consistently give me results that look like, yet entirely unlike, a ship. It is everything I love about AI as a medium. More than that, it is my friend.

At lower positive prompt weights, they only get even more beautifully chaotic.

I want to live on one of these (in an alternate universe where they're geometrically possible and structurally sound, that is).

Failing that, I will be featuring them a lot from now on.

All images generated using Simple Stable, under the Code of Ethics of Are We Art Yet?

#ai art #generated art #simple stable #stable diffusion

[maadsimming]

prismatic personalities legacy challenge <3

if you played our first challenge, WCGW, last year and enjoyed it then you will be happy to hear that we are back with another challenge! this challenge is for the game players to explore different jobs, aspirations, and ingame prompts they may not be aware of. and of course, we didn’t forget our storytellers! so make sure you pay attention to the descriptions for each colorful generation :)

welcome to our nine generation legacy challenge, “prismatic personalities”

CREATED BY @curioustraits AND @maadsimming

follow our stories @/darlingwhim and @/maad.persona over on instagram!

challenge rules:

each generation has a color for you to follow; the colors go along with the personalities of each gen so it is suggested that you follow the color schemes!

the colors of the spouses don’t matter. unless specifically stated in the rules, you can do whatever you please with them.

every generation has an optional rule to make the generation just a bit harder! as stated, these are optional so only do them if you’d like.

some generations will have relationship/family dynamics rules, however if none are stated, the relationships between all sims will be up to your interpretation!

some generations have child aspirations. you do NOT need to fully complete them, but you can if you’d like!

money cheats can be used, but shouldn’t be used excessively. suggestion: use the cheat, freerealestate on for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

your sims may live wherever you please unless the world is specified in the rules of a generation.

every heir should complete the rules, aspiration, and career of the generation.

if you do not have the required packs, you can opt out of certain rules or change them to fit as close as possible.

if you play this challenge and want to share it with us, make sure to post with #prismaticpersonalities so we can see! feel free to tag us as well: @curioustraits @/darlingwhim & @maadsimming @/maad.persona

generation rules under the cut !!

packs used: for rent, growing together, snowy escape, eco lifestyle, discover university, get famous, parenthood, spa day, nifty knitting.

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generation one: red ❤️

you've always been intense, passionate, first. from the second you were born, you let the world know that it revolved around you. your passion was always your best friend, seemingly letting everything fall into your hands... until it turned on you.

color: red

traits: romantic, erratic, self-assured

aspiration: villainous valentine

career: criminal (boss branch)

rules:

complete the villainous valentine aspiration

master the criminal career (boss branch)

master the mischief, handiness, and charisma skills

have the ‘difficult’ family dynamic with ALL of your children

only max out the romance bar with ONE love interest, but never date or marry them

(optional) never have any friendly relationships

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generation two: orange 🧡

"patient... patient.. be patient!" is a word you knew as well as your name. but you were too determined to live life to it’s fullest, it CLEARLY had a lot more to offer in your eyes. can't be patient when you have places to be!

color: orange

traits: adventurous, party animal, self-absorbed

child aspiration: rambunctious scamp

aspiration: extreme sports enthusiast

career: entertainer (comedian branch)

rules:

gain the ‘compassionate’ character value trait (good empathy)

gain the ‘irresponsible’ character value trait (bad responsibility)

complete the extreme sports enthusiast aspiration

master the entertainer career (comedian branch)

must live in mt komorebi

master the dancing, rock climbing, comedy, charisma, and snowboarding skills

adopt at least one of your children

have the ‘jokesters’ family dynamic with ALL of your children

never reject phone invites

(optional) never be in a negative mood

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generation three: yellow 💛

your cheerful parent gave you a happy life, you would have never guessed how evil this world could be... until it was time to move on from your parent’s safe grasp. it didn't take long for you to realize how scary everything was, but that fear drove you to want to protect others- be a lawyer! save your clients!

color: yellow

traits: cheerful, paranoid, genius

aspiration: friend of the world

career: law (private attorney branch)

rules:

gain the ‘mediator’ character value trait (good conflict resolution)

gain the ‘emotional control’ character value trait (good emotional control)

complete the friend of the world aspiration

master the law career (private attorney branch)

master the research and debate, logic, charisma, writing, and parenting skills

move out after aging up to a young adult

have something tragic happen to someone close to you after you’ve moved out

have only ONE child

have the ‘close’ family dynamic with your child

only be friends with a small group, but have all of their friendship bars maxed out

(optional) go to university to get your language & literature degree before going into the law career

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generation four: green 💚

you were always told that you should "take your own advice" but that never made sense to you. advice was meant to be given? what good does it do if it’s your own thoughts? either it was a severe case of empathy or self-blindness- you would listen to everyone except yourself. you needed some… serious growing up to do… emotionally. but hey! at least you can put all that advice to some good use!

color: green

traits: jealous/wise, nosy, vegetarian

child aspiration: slumber party animal

aspiration: seeker of secrets

career: education (professor branch)

rules:

gain the ‘compassionate’ character value trait (good empathy)

gain the ‘uncontrolled emotions’ character value trait (bad emotional control)

complete the seeker of secrets aspiration

master the education career (professor branch)

master the research and debate, logic, charisma, and gardening skills

replace the jealous trait with the wise trait when aging up to an elder

get divorced (at any age) and then remarry the same sim as an elder

blackmail someone ONCE & then never do any other mean interactions

(optional) use the ‘simple living’ lot challenge

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generation five: blue 💙

loser.. loner.. something along those lines. those were titles that seemed to always stick to you from childhood to adulthood. finally over it, you decided it was time for a change, a new style… haircut… job. you were ready to rip off the stickers of shame and embrace the new you... i mean, who doesn't want a new loyal friend??

color: blue

traits: loyal, loner, neat

child aspiration: artistic prodigy

aspiration: neighborhood confidante aspiration

career: style influencer (trendsetter branch)

rules:

gain the ‘good manners’ character value trait (good manners)

gain the ‘emotional control’ character value trait (good emotional control)

complete the neighborhood confidante aspiration

master the style influencer career (trendsetter branch)

master the writing, charisma, photography, painting, and media production skills

move to a different world after aging up to an adult

sell paintings as a side job

have no close friends until level 6 of your career

(optional) as an adult, become friends with someone who you had a bad relationship with as a child/teen

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generation six: purple 💜

calm and peaceful... and just a little silly. that’s just who you are, and everyone knows it! you enjoy rooms full of laughter as much as you enjoy silent yoga. taking some passed down advice from an ancestor, you love living life to its full capacity- love, family and doing everything you possibly can. you don't even know the definition of boredom!

color: purple

traits: active, childish, creative

child aspiration: mind and body

aspiration: inner peace

career: athlete (professional athlete branch)

rules:

gain the ‘mediator’ character value trait (good conflict resolution)

gain the ‘bad manners’ character value trait (bad manners)

complete the inner peace aspiration

master the athlete career (professional athlete branch)

master the wellness, fitness, charisma, and video gaming skills

have two failed relationships as a young adult before marrying your highschool sweetheart

have the ‘permissive’ family dynamic with all of your kids

order pizza for dinner every friday night

(optional) apply for every competition (ex; lottery, gaming tournaments, etc)

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generation seven: black 🖤

maybe it was the emotionally unavailable parent, or maybe your heart truly was just evil... but you always had a keen interest for the darker side of everything. everything in your life was dark and twisted... except... someone of pure light. was it a change of heart? was it love? were you sick... you didn’t know, but you surely understood that feeling pulling on your heart strings to protect this light.

color: black

traits: evil, snob, kleptomaniac

aspiration: public enemy

career: secret agent (diamond agent branch)

rules:

gain the ‘bad manners’ character value trait (bad manners)

gain the ‘irresponsible’ character value trait (bad responsibility)

complete the public enemy aspiration

master the secret agent career (diamond agent branch)

master the mischief, logic, charisma, programming, and your choice of instrument/singing skills

have ONLY one pair of twins

have the ‘close’ family dynamic with only one of your children, and have the ‘difficult’ family dynamic with the other child

steal something from every lot you visit

(optional) break into someone’s house at least once a week

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generation eight: white 🤍

you’re pure. which is shocking coming from your long family line.. but you aren’t all perfect. that overbearing anxiousness of needing to live up to every expectation that’s been set from your lovely ancestors and all the people around you. you needed to start fresh, forget all those expectations! this is your life! and what better way to start fresh than... well... being a civil designer!

color: white

traits: perfectionist, socially awkward, good

child aspiration: social butterfly

aspiration: master maker

career: civil designer (civic planner branch)

rules:

gain the ‘responsible’ character value trait (good responsibility)

gain the ‘compassionate’ character value trait (good empathy)

complete the master maker aspiration

master the civil designer career (civic planner branch)

master the fabrication, logic, handiness, charisma, and knitting skills

must live in evergreen harbor

befriend all of your neighbors

must vote every week for a positive neighborhood action plan

always stay in the green eco footprint

(optional) use the ‘off the grid’ lot challenge

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generation nine: pink 🩷

LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION! …and some giggles. whenever you were a child and were asked "what will you be when you grow up?" you enthusiastically told them that you’d be on the big screen! and you meant it too! the first feeling of relief when you really were on the big screen will forever be your most prized memory. let’s just hope these feelings don’t fade away after a few years…

color: pink

traits: goofball, ambitious, generous

child aspiration: social butterfly

aspiration: master actor

career: actor

rules:

gain the ‘mediator’ character value trait (good conflict resolution)

gain the ‘compassionate’ character value trait (good empathy)

complete the master actor aspiration

master the actor career

master the acting, singing, and dancing skills

have pet(s) but only small dogs/animals

donate to charity every week

marry an ambitious sim

have a big family (4+ kids)

have the ‘close’ or ‘jokesters’ family dynamics with all of your children

(optional) become a global superstar and get a celebrity role on starlight boulevard

#prismatic personalities #prismaticpersonalities #GRAPHICS COMING SOON #prismatic personalities legacy challenge #rules #ts4 challenges #sims 4 challenges #sims 4 legacy challenges #sims 4 legacy #legacy challenge #maadsimming #darlingwhim #ts4 #sims 4 #sims #challenge rules #challenge-rules

[justcallmesakira]

Pleaseee, could you do valentine event fluff 10 prompt with Chuuya?💗💗

''Why do I need a expensive perfume when i have your scent?''

Prompt 10 (fluff)

Sypnosis: You bought chuuya a very expensive perfume for your date tonight, but theres something else he craves more then a mere scent..

Chuuya x reader

Warnings: none!

A/N: Hi anonieee!! i am so glad you requested sorry this took some time i am currently very sick! Hope you will like it <3

Now playing- Diet mountain dew by Lana dey rey

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You had a date with Chuuya today. Since valentines is coming soon why not visit a brand new restaurant with your lover? Chuuya loved ravishing and spoiling you whether it with dates or expensive items.

You were walking inside a mall to look for a special gift for Chuuya. He always wore a velvety perfume on him which always made an impact on you which he did not know.

You loved the air he carried when he entered a room

So why not buy him something? For all the things he did for you, his doll, his love and his sweetheart.

The shop you entered was very neat and expensive looking. There were various perfumes, designer bags, cosmetics etc.

All of the perfume bottles were bland but one caught your eye, a red and pink rhinestone embroided bottle with a wispy smell of roses. ''What a lovely combination...'' you thought as you asked one of the staff to get you this in an elegant bag with a satin pink ribbon tied around it.

When you went up to pay for the perfume you realised you have chuuyas credit card with you and was about to take it out but took out yours instead and payed it was sort of expensive.

You skipped out of the store happily of course you would buy him more things but for now you wanted to be more classy.

After that you bought a dignified pearly pink dress and bought a matching set of earrings with his card, He would pout if you didnt use his card.

Back at home

You got ready, with that dress you bought, A pretty and raspy one. However the thing you were excited most was giving chuuya the perfume you bought for him today.

It was almost 7 o` clock and you were adding touch ups to your glistening face with a muted salmon pink lip gloss.

The opening of the penthouse`s door opens

"Dear, I am home. hope you are ready.'' Your eyes dart form the vanity mirror to the open door and his leaning figure against the doorframe.

"Oh chuuya!! I see you are ready just a moment please.'' you said trying to tie a satin ribbon around your neck. Chuuyas eye widen in curiosity but it returns to a soft smirk as he walks over to your sitting posture.

"Here let me tie it" Chuuya breathed out with his head atop of yours and his gloved hands tying the ribbon around your neck into a fancy ribbon.

You can feel his body warmth from behind.

Finally he finished and he took a prismatic glass bottled perfume from the perfume set on the white table and sprayed it on your collarbone, taking in he fragrance. You stood up.

"Chuuya...I bought a gift for you" you spit out while taking out a small bag with the perfume inside, Chuuyas eye widen in happiness and chuckles.

"Doll, you didnt had to you know..?" he says before reaching for the bag and taking out the perfume from the bag. His eyes meet the satin strip tied neatly around the neck of the bottle. ''Sweetheart,,, did you use your money to buy this?" He asks calmly with his heterochromic orbs eyeing your facial expressions to which you only nodded

"Well it was a gift!'' You reply anxiously.

Chuuya leans closer to you and gently pushes you against the vanity table with his hands caging you in his space but keeps a safe distance.

''Why do i need expensive perfumes when i have your scent''

Chuuyas voice breathes out with his face leaning into yours with a serious look in his eyes. You can feel his breathe on your collarbone and his lips slightly nibbling on the place where he sprayed the perfume.

"Now lets get going, dressed up all pretty for me cant let that go to waste now can we?'' he leaned back letting your flustered hot body relax before taking your purse and following him out the apartment.

Ever since then you took extra note on which perfume he is using.

A/N: ugh *cough cough* because of my cold perfume prob smells like rotten airplane food

#bungou stray dogs #sakira! #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #sakiras valentine event!!! #valentines #coquette #perfume fic #fanfic #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #valentines sweetheart event

[misc-obeyme]

Hi gor the prompts could you do Barb and Diavolo 1, 3, and 13?

Hi there, anon!

Okay so I realized I didn't quite make it clear in my event post that the requests should have one prompt and one character! I am going to update that, but I still wanted to do your request. So I went ahead and did Flowers (1) for Barbatos and Song (13) for Diavolo and well there's kisses in both of them lol. Hopefully that's okay!

Thank you for participating in the event!

GN!MC x Barbatos with prompt Flowers

GN!MC x Diavolo with prompt Song

Warnings: none!

Barbatos - Flowers

You sat at a table in the garden at the Demon Lord's Castle, a delicious spread of tea and pastries before you. As always, the items were immaculately displayed. Directly in front of you, a delicate teacup steamed gently and beside it was a plateful of adorable cookies. Aside from being aesthetically pleasing, they were also delicious.

Barbatos had invited you over that afternoon to spend some time in the garden because a specific type of flower had recently burst into bloom. They were beautiful flowers with large dark purple petals and a sweet scent. They were seasonal and would only last a few weeks before the bushes they grew on became thick with green leaves.

Barbatos had placed the table so that it was nestled among these flowering bushes and the subtle scent of them lingered in the air around the two of you as you sipped at your tea. He had also cut a few to put in a vase that sat as the table's centerpiece.

"These flowers are amazing, Barbatos," you said, touching one near you gently. Its petals were silky and had a sort of prismatic sheen to them.

"I thought you might enjoy them, MC," Barbatos said with a smile. "Their time is short, so it is best to appreciate them while you can. They are quite like humans in that way."

You looked across the table at him and though he still had his soft smile, you could see a hint of melancholy in his eyes. You reached across the table to take his hand.

"Forgive me," he said. "I did not mean to make you worry."

Despite his words, his grip on your hand was tight. You knew it was something all of the demons thought about. The day you inevitably left them in one way or another.

You stood up from your seat so you could come around the table. You put your arms around Barbatos's neck, his hand still in one of yours. "I'm not worried. I know things will eventually end. But for now, I'm here and you're here and that's all that matters."

"MC…"

Whatever Barbatos was about to say to you was lost in the sudden fluttering of wings. You both looked around to see a swarm of opalescent butterflies descending from the skies. They landed on the small branches of the flower bushes and sparkled brightly.

You gasped, amazed, and let out a laugh that you couldn't hold in. The butterflies were completely unconcerned by your presence, flitting here and there between bushes. Their wings seemed to be illuminated, catching the prismatic sheen from the flower petals as they moved through the sweet scented air.

One landed on your shoulder briefly before fluttering toward the flowers in the center of the table.

You turned to Barbatos, who was now standing beside you, his usual smile in place. Your previous conversation was forgotten as you saw the gleam of happiness in his eyes.

"I believe I forgot to mention that these flowers attract opalescent butterflies," he said. "They often alight in swarms like this to feast upon the flowers' nectar."

You took in the mischievous smile on his face and shook your head in amusement. "How convenient of you to forget such a detail," you said. You tugged him closer so you could kiss him, a giddy warmth bubbling up in your belly there amidst the sparkling wings and honeyed floral scent.

Diavolo - Song

You arrived on the front steps of the Demon Lord's Castle with the demon brothers. You could hear the party happening inside, a sort of muted cacophony that burst into the night as soon as the door opened to admit you.

The hall was sparkling with beautiful demons moving here and there, an enormous buffet table full of elaborately made desserts, a Demonus fountain, and crystal vases full of dark roses.

You were dressed to the nines in an outfit that Asmodeus had helped you choose. He had also taken over styling your hair for the evening. You were as done up as any of the demons here, but you were still keenly aware of the fact that you lacked horns and wings or a tail.

The brothers dispersed the moment you all entered the room. Beel predictably went to the buffet table while Mammon and Asmo made their way over to the Demonus fountain. Lucifer was instantly roped into conversation with some demons you didn't recognize. Levi found a dark corner to hide in and Belphie was already half asleep on a velvet chair. You couldn't even see Satan anymore, so you had no idea where he had gone.

You thought about making your way over to the food, but you didn't even have a chance to take a step in that direction before you found Diavolo standing before you.

"MC!" he said, spreading his arms in greeting. "I'm so happy to see that you could make it tonight! You look absolutely stunning."

You couldn't help but think that he was the one who looked stunning. He was in full demon form, the gold on his horns and wings sparkling in the brightly lit hall. Something about the dark red of his hair and the rich brown of his skin against the gold adornments he wore made him look more like a king than ever.

You noticed that the demons around you were sneaking glances at the person talking to Lord Diavolo, but you tried to ignore them.

You smiled at him. "Thank you for inviting me, Lord Diavolo," you said politely.

Diavolo laughed. "I wouldn't dream of having a party at the castle and not inviting you, MC."

Suddenly, a quartet at the back of the room that you hadn't noticed before began to play a hauntingly beautiful song. Diavolo's expression became soft as he looked at you. You could feel your heart begin to race because you could tell what was coming.

"MC, won't you dance with me?" he asked.

"I would be happy to," you said.

Diavolo took your hand, leading you out onto the dance floor. People made way and the two of you were the only ones dancing. As the song went on, you could feel everyone's eyes on you and you couldn't keep the blush from heating your cheeks.

"You seem uncomfortable," Diavolo said quietly.

"Everyone is watching us," you said.

Diavolo chuckled. He led you through a few more steps of the dance before expertly escorting you not just off the dance floor, but out onto an empty balcony and into the night air. There was no one here, but the sweet notes of the song still reached your ears.

"Now, won't you dance with me while no one is watching?" Diavolo asked, a bright smile on his face.

You felt your unease melt away. You laughed and stepped into his waiting arms. With no one there to see you, the two of you danced slowly, bodies close. In the warm light of a nearby candelabra, you let yourself kiss him. You knew that soon enough, both of you would need to go back to the party and the watchful eyes of the demon elite. But for now, in this moment, you belonged only to each other.

the original prompt list

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[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

a touch prompt from @pure-plum

"5. feeling their pulse"

feat. @naffeclipse's Bounty Hunter!Eclipse and a sequel to this prompt. be aware this drabble contains violence and major injury

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Anyone who deigned to shake the rotten underbelly of the city was bound to get a target on their back. Small or large, constant or wavering like the river tide, there would inevitably be someone coming after you. Depending on how much shaking you did, you could end up with a small number of very dedicated guns trained on you, waiting for the opportune moment, or you could end up with a large number of people unaware of the danger they were about to run into. 

Eclipse did a lot of shaking. Not large and heavy-hitting, like the vigilante, making the rot tremble and fall in their wake. He did his own swathes of small concentrated jabs, steadily burning weeds that grew from cracks in the concrete. 

For the longest time, he had the benefit that anyone who decided that he had slighted them to the point of retaliation would only be coming after him. His brothers were, in a way, protected by the distance that they had built between themselves and their brother. Even as this distance was slowly being broken down, Eclipse maintained the illusion of separation. There wouldn’t be any involvement of that sort in his brothers’ lives, not in the past and not now.

There was also the protection that came with the way that he carried out his business. On a normal day, he would quite casually come out of a hole with blood across his hands. So if someone decided to hit anyone close to him, then his wrath would have been dealt exponentially. 

It meant he wasn’t prepared for anyone to be ruthless and gutless enough to make a step after a figure that he’d allowed to be close.

So when he arrived at the mechanic’s door to find it loose and open, the cold shock of surprise punched twice as hard.

The inside had been tossed around, put mildly. A couple of the larger stools had been knocked over, a drawer of tools emptied on the floor. Most importantly, the room was empty of life. Eclipse took a step inside and his shoe skidded for a brief second, liquid underfoot. He glanced down, and found puddles of prismatic black flecked by splatters of red, all close within the immediate space of the door. His gaze slid up, and saw more red across the edge of the door itself. Fingers trailed up, smearing the beads of red along by the slow, methodical movement. 

Everything was red in that moment. Red burning against his optics, red burning in his servos, overheating and whirring at furious speed. Clenching his fist, Eclipse slammed it into the wall beside the door frame, leaving brick dust to crumble like ashes. 

He pulled back. Stared into the empty room, sweeping the surface with a cold gaze. 

Considering the knocked over furniture, there’d definitely been a scuffle. At least two or three other people, enough to overwhelm the mechanic in little time. Maybe tossed over the stools to get to them, while they dumped the drawer to slow down their attackers, but to no avail. Too many, too quickly. The scrum was over and done with before more damage could be done. As they were brought to the door, they’d lashed out. An animatronic took the hit. With the amount of oil, it was a grievous hit or an old injury that easily split. But then the animatronic or one of the capturers retaliated on them, before they were taken outside.

Eclipse was quite good at putting threads together. He watched the picture unfold, saw a familiar face among the ghosts of events that had taken place. Quietly turning on his heel, he put the tiny ‘Closed’ card in the window and shut the door behind him, letting the locks fall into place. 

This wasn’t even him going to work. This was him having to clock in overtime. And unlike the majority population that hated overtime, Eclipse intended to make the most of this for his own satiation.

-

The goon that answered the knocking door had the brief chance to look a touch surprised before Eclipse grabbed him by the face, dragging him into the dark outdoors and slamming him into the wall. His other hand snatched away the pistol from the goon’s shaking hand as he tried to pull it out the holster. 

“Where’s my mechanic?” Eclipse asked, voice low as he leaned up closer to the goon.

“What?”

Eclipse pressed the barrel of the goon’s own pistol into his stomach and felt the breathing get faster over his hand.

“Th-They’re in the basement, near the boiler room. One of those spare rooms, but the guards will - “ The gunshot was muffled by the goon’s body, bullet ripping through his stomach. Eclipse pulled a handkerchief out of the goon’s pocket, shoving it into his mouth to stem the heaving pained wheezes, and dropped him on the ground before stepping inside. Maybe he’d still be alive by the time Eclipse returned. He knew he wouldn’t last beyond sunrise at the very least.

The building was barely metal beams and brick squeezed into mortar, bare walls carrying any trace of sound from one corridor to the next. Eclipse passed by empty door-frames with rooms of boxes, desks with stacks of files or papers, blank rooms of shelving waiting for smuggled goods or crates of fire-arms. 

Well. Inevitably when word got back to the precinct, they would deal with the clean-up and reap the rewards of this gang hideout.

Another goon stepped out into the corridor, an animatronic with an unfortunately blank face that turned in Eclipse’s direction. He’d already raised the pistol he’d borrowed, firing twice into the animatronic’s torso and once into their face. The burnt out servo sizzled and spat before he stepped into the cracked porcelain, crushing any wiring and activity underfoot.

By now the gunfire echoes were rattling down every corridor of the building. Eclipse emptied the pistol cartridge and dumped it on the floor, casing and chunky metal clattering on the ground. Instead he unhooked the tommy gun off his shoulder, flicking off the safety and holding it at his hip.

Footsteps, hard and fast, made the telltale call of someone hurrying up from a turning ahead. The human fell quickly under a barrage of bullets, scattering red across the grey wall. Eclipse turned down that corridor, stretching the sanguine paint down the path behind him and casting another spray of ruby from the back of the next goon to step into view. 

Two animatronics attempted to jump him from behind, failing to take into account how the sound bounced and warned him before they took their chance. One took three bullets to the neck, messily severing the head from the metal body, which Eclipse then used to slam into the face of their buddy. Stunned and reeling backwards, they were open to Eclipse swinging up a hard kick to the hinge at their abdomen and knocking them over. This time he separated the head by stomping down hard with his heel on the more delicate neck of this animatronic, listening to it crack apart as the exposed broken wires popped in the air.

The flight of stairs he found led both up and down. Any lighting down here was minimal and orange. As Eclipse started to descend, waves of hot air breezed up from below, making his coat swirl back in his trail. It reminded him of the way books and people spouted off about Hell and various peoples’ inevitable fall into it, as punishment for their wickedness.

It was possible that Hell did not exist for animatronics. He would make one if necessary.

There was just the one wide corridor at the bottom of the stairs. Eclipse paused, listening intently for any sounds of feet coming up behind him or shuffling out of sight from the further empty doorways. But all there was to hear was the faint rumble and hiss of the boiler room.

He shuffled forward. Moving slower, quieter. Yellow pupils flickered from doorway to doorway, searching. Hunting. Each stride carried past another empty room. His toothy grimace curved into a snarl as the red burned brighter.

And there they were. 

Eclipse darted into the room, dropping down to one knee as he immediately lifted their head up within the palm of his hand. They were handcuffed to a pipe, one leg stretched out and a tourniquet of bloodied cloth tied tight around the limb. More blood had trickled from their head, dried in streaks down their cheek. Eyes shut and form uselessly limp, they moulded under Eclipse’s touch as he sat them up and pressed his fingers underneath their neck.

There. A pulse. Low and wavering, but there. He leaned his forehead against their’s, feeling the steady ticking of their life force under his hand as the waves of red started to recede from his servo. Only once he could lean back without the crushing desire to curl his fingers in and hold desperately, did he rock back on his heels and take one more look over them.

There was too much blood. They were positively drenched in it, a ruby scarf over their shoulders and sanguine painting their trousers, a ruined blush and faded lips. Rolling up their trouser leg, Eclipse eyed the thick red hole sunk into the skin, matched by an exit wound in the other side. Good, he wouldn’t be digging anything out of their flesh. But their coagulated blood still coated his hands and fingers, smeared on his coat as he reached up and snapped the handcuffs in two. As he lifted them up into his arms, he watched them shift and whine, more sparks of life through weak human noises. Like a newly born kitten. It was pitiful to watch, and he wanted nothing more than to have them back to squabbling, fretting, and laughing with him.

“I know you’re stubborn enough,” he murmured to them. “You won’t go down with a fight.”

“Eclipse?” Their eyes didn’t open but they heard him, knew him. His grip tightened, turning and sweeping out of the room.

A familiar face stood, blocking the stairs and flanked by several other goons. His painted face a leer, one of his legs wrapped up in bandages that showed black blooming stains. Eclipse had asked his mechanic to fix him, of course they would have known where to strike and make it hurt.

“I’m surprised you took so long,” the animatronic mocked. “We were wondering if-”

The tommy gun roared into the spiel, Eclipse cutting through any further acid dripping words with bullets that tore through the animatronic’s chest plate, shredding their finely made suit and ripping apart the metal below. He buckled and fell without further speech, limbs briefly jerking as Eclipse emptied the rest of his clip into the body.

In the hollow stillness that followed, he ejected the cartridge, lifted a new one out of his pocket, and slotted it into place. All still with his mechanic secure in his arms.

Eclipse’s blackened gaze swept over the goons that trembled in their places. They fell like cards, blown away by the wind. And bullet holes.

There was nothing to relish here. He’d come for what had been taken. He barely even cared how his bounty had already left the jail cells - some form of “good behaviour” in the shape of copious bribery, no doubt. He’d squandered his chance of a continued existence by putting his hands on what was Eclipse’s and spilling their sweet ruby red. 

Stepping over the bodies in front of the stairway, Eclipse hurried up and through the corridors, retracing his steps back to the door he’d entered by. The man he’d left outside to bleed out had tried to crawl inside, and Eclipse didn’t care to check his stride as his foot crunched into the human’s hand on his way out.

Once more he shifted the body in his arms, tilting their head back so he could check their pulse. It was neither weaker nor stronger, a steady and faint rhythm. Slowly his fingers slid around the back of their neck, thumb still pressed on their pulse, pulling them in close as his shoulder dipped to curl around them.

Mine. The thought hit with such clarity that a shudder ran through Eclipse. A puff of steam spat out the back of his neck as he slowly straightened up, letting go of the mechanic’s neck to nudge stray hairs away from their face.

They needed immediate medical attention. The nearest hospital was an hour's walk. His brothers’ apartment was only half of that time in distance. They didn’t have the same equipment, but if Eclipse carried their mechanic into a hospital in his current state there would be more panicked questions than action. There’d be attention, possibly separation. But the hospital could be trusted to make sure his mechanic would be getting up by the next day. His brothers would find out one way or another about what he’d done to get his raven back. 

Eclipse started walking.

#cw blood #cw violence #clockwork writings #offer of a toolbox #bloodstain fool #bounty hunter!eclipse #sleuth jesters #dcamv #dcaverse

[bonefall]

Speckletail's Bulldozer

[Wherein Speckletail gets a much cooler death]

The elders simply being left behind in TNP doesn't sit right with me. Add this with my quest to eliminate as many unceremonious offscreen deaths as possible, and we're going to get extra scenes of (hopefully) memorable battles and incidents.

Speckletail is getting a sendoff in early TNP with a real bang.

(also; most of the scenes I write will likely look like this! As I’ve mentioned, I can’t focus long enough to write full prose. I hope you guys enjoy this format though)

Scene notes

-Before the incident, there is a gentle moment where Speckletail is watching Whitepaw, commenting on how much she's grown

-She looks a lot like Snowkit

-Speckle also notices that Sorreltail and Brackenfur are fond of each other

-Sitting next to Goldenflower and Thornclaw, she mentions how much family she's surrounded by. If only Bramble and Tawny were here.

-Thornclaw: "meemaw do you hear boss music?”

-Cloudtail and his patrol come crashing into camp, shouting that they have to leave NOW, a monster has veered off the Thunderpath and is eating the trees

-CHAOS, the cats are scrambling, screaming, trying to gather up the terrified kits and sick elders. It dawns on Speckletail that there’s no time to run.

-”Thornclaw! To me!“

-Speckle and her grandson bolt out of the camp towards the crashing noises, Thornclaw tries to shout something but she can’t hear him over the roar

-The monster is unlike any she’s ever seen before. It’s a golden monstrosity, larger than life, reeking like death, with a single massive, extended paw that leaves a smooth slug-trail of destruction in its wake. A twoleg is sitting on top of its back.

-Speckletail realizes it’s another type of horrible dog. A twoleg’s bloodthirsty pet, just like the ones they let loose on the forest, just like the one that killed one grandchild and mauled another

-She screeches and barrels towards it, Thornclaw hot on her heels. They leap onto the thick fold of skin stretched over its crawling legs, and leap again at the twoleg riding the beast

-Muffled sounds of Speckletail violence

-As Speckletail earns the PG-13 rating in the foreground, Thornclaw is looking at all the buttons and contraptions, not understanding how it tells the monster where to go. He pushes a big lever with a CLUNK

-The monster reverses course, reeling on its legs, heading right for the old river ravine

-The twoleg yanks Speckletail off, leaping out of the monster and tumbling to safety

-It’s going to go down

-Planting her claws on the seat, turning her back on Thornclaw, she smashes him with a fierce back-paw buck. He’s kicked clean out of the doomed beast

-Thornclaw lands hard on the ground, bruised but safe, rising just in time to see Speckletail’s proud expression, pulled down as the golden monster lurches to the side and crashes down the ravine.

-Thornclaw remembers this death as the bravest thing a warrior has ever done.

-When ThunderClan retrieves her body later, her fur is slicked with the prismatic blood of the monster.

-One person tries to lick her clean (probably Brightheart), but gives up as the foul liquid immediately makes them wretch, spitting the liquid out.

-Mothwing, now a POV character training in ThunderClan because of Mudfur’s early death, remembers this. Especially how Brightheart feels sick a few minutes later.

-Cinderpelt remarks that her fur shines like a rainbow, wonders if that’s what StarClan makes them out of.

-The Clan agrees that to be buried in the blood of such a fierce foe is what she would have wanted. They simply smooth her fur out with their paws, forgoing the usual herbs so she can carry the smell of a vanquished monster to StarClan.

-Whitepaw, terrified, grief-stricken, and looking for comfort, suggests that maybe the twolegs will leave them alone now

-Unfortunately, this is what prompts the twolegs to bring in the cat-catchers. ThunderClan sees it as them trying to take revenge for killing their monster.

-BloodClan will probably explain that the twolegs think they’re acting with kindness, but it doesn’t really matter to the Clan cats that there’s a difference between exterminators and animal rehabbers.

#Speckletail #Speckletail's Bulldozer #Scene #Warrior Cats writing #Bonefall Rewrite #Thornclaw #CW violence #Violence #CW car accident #car accident #Bonefall TNP

[thestalwartheart]

lead.

A 00Q double-drabble for @prismatic-bell who gave me the prompt "lead."

[AO3]

Bond’s hand slides around the sharp jut of Q’s hip. The warmth of it bleeds through Q’s shirt. 

Lovely. And yet. 

“Have you ever danced with a man, Bond?” 

“What do you think, Q?” 

His voice is a seductive rumble, familiar to Q from a hundred nights of listening to Bond play the honeypot in rooms just like this: red, low-lit bars with resident jazz bands and decor that would befit a nineteenth-century boudoir. 

Q smiles. He pins Bond with an assessing look. 

“I don’t think so. I think you’ve flirted with men. Kissed them.” He leans in until his mouth is at Bond’s cheek. “I think you’ve even fucked a few. But I don’t think you’ve ever danced with one.” 

With steady, cool fingers, Q repositions Bond’s hand on his shoulder, then slides his own hand around the satisfying bulk of Bond’s torso. 

“You see, some of us like to lead occasionally.” 

Bond huffs. His eyes crinkle with a smile. “Well, I’m game for switching things up if you are.” 

He’s had four strong drinks, but Q feels more clearheaded than ever. His hand flexes over Bond’s waist. 

“Very game.” 

Q steps forward. Bond moves back in perfect time. 

#00q #00q fic #my fic #james bond #please do leave a reply or a reblog tag or a comment on ao3 if you enjoyed!

[somethingwittyandweird]

Swordtember 2023 Final Collage

Here's the final results for this year's Swordtember! As always it's been a delight to do. When I first saw the prompt was based around owners/wielders (something I knew I wouldn't be drawing) I wasn't sure if I'd like it as well as previous lists. But I'm proud nonetheless of where the ideas have taken me. Huge thanks to all my friends for supporting me and having nice things to say! Until next time.

Here's a link to the master list of every individual post.

Blurbs for all the swords are under the cut.

Witch- This sword belongs to the sole occupant of an eerie wooden hovel on the far edge of a bog. The runes traced on its blade glow unnervingly, and it reeks of indistinguishable concoctions. Though it isn’t wielded by a trained warrior or a paragon of physical strength, this weapon should be respected and feared by anyone who wants to retain their non-frogified form.

Wizard- This sword belongs to a wizard known by many names-  Olórin, Mithrandir, Grey Pilgrim, the Grey, the White, servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor, or simply Gandalf. A relic of the First Age of Middle-Earth, its blue-tinged bladed bears its name in runes: Glamdring, the Foe-Hammer.

Rogue- This sword belongs to a marine mercenary who frequents the disreputable dockside taverns of a port town to ply his trade. For the right price, his services cover everything from larceny to bodyguarding to assassination. His techniques may not be the most refined, but the damage inflicted by the wicked hook of his blade is evidence enough that they are brutally effective.

Dragonslayer- This sword belongs to a reclusive warrior of countless years. Long ago were the days when dragons roamed the sky in great number. This warrior is among the few survivors of the band who came together to drive the dragons into parts unknown. The jade of this sword hums with the energy needed to pierce through any dragon’s magical resistance.

Spymaster- This sword belongs to a royal spymaster and never leaves their side. Though its wielder operates as much in light as they do in shadow, this sword still conceals a few tricks- namely, the hidden compartment in the hilt used to subtly transport written plans or occasionally crucial devices. The symbol on the hilt is used as an identifying sign by their agents.

Knight Errant- This sword belongs to a paragon of the chivalric age. Wandering the lands without castle or title, this knight seeks only to live by the ideals of the code, providing for the unfortunate and thwarting the wicked. It’s rumored that once the knight has wandered long enough to purge their past misdeeds completely, they may at long last witness the incomparable relic they once sought so fervently- none other than the Holy Grail.

Oracle- This sword belongs to a priestess who dwells in an ancient temple. Archaic in appearance, temperament, and vocabulary, she speaks the words of the visions that come to her- not always to the pleasure of those who came seeking them. The sword is her defense against any pilgrim that might unwisely choose to violently object to the sights she sees. In more normal circumstances, the sword itself is used to channel oracular magic through the lens inset in the blade.

Jester- This sword contains the essence of Marx, an innocuous-seeming jester who once schemed to gain ultimate power over the world of Popstar with a wish. Revealed in his true form, his glittering wings reflected prismatically, and the stars of the Milky Way swirled behind him. He was defeated by Kirby, who returned triumphantly home and proceeded to take a nap.

Royal Hunt Leader- This sword belongs to a well respected huntmaster, proud owner of several breeds of hunting hounds. The leather wrapping on its horn hilt matches the leather collars in place on the dog heads carved at either end of the crosspiece. It’s said that between her dogs’ uncanny tracking and her own keen intuition, there’s no place in the royal lands she doesn’t know. 

Healer- This sword belongs to a pragmatic and dependable cleric of a sun deity. The runes on its crosspiece allow them to channel divine magic through the weapon- but, if that well of power is overdrawn, the bandages and spare flask of potion are helpful as backups for tight situations.

Queen- This sword is one of a pair. A more offensively balanced blade, its wielder prefers to make the first move.

King- This sword is one of a pair. A defensively balanced blade, its wielder prefers to let enemies come to them.

Royal Heir- This sword has been passed down from ancient times, but the ages have not dulled its blade or its shine. The gemstone inset in its crosspiece holds a magic that can only be awoken by a member of the Laputian royal bloodline.

Royal Guard- This sword is a hypothetical fusion of the Royal Guard’s Sword and the Master Sword. A sufficiently skilled smith may well have been able to fashion a replica of the latter in the style of the former, if calamity had not struck.

Enchanter- This sword was commissioned from a master weaponsmith and enchanter, who was instructed to provide as many sockets for magic gems as possible. This blade boasts a whopping 16 available sockets, well above the count that would normally be advisable. The fact that the weapon still remains as stable as it does is a testament to the enchanter’s craft.

River-spirit- Infused with the energy of a whitewater river, this sword surges fiercely in its holder’s grasp, and churning spray constantly emanates from it. Whoever would hope to wield this blade must possess sufficient strength to keep the rapids’ coursing power in line.

Forest Spirit- This sword belongs to an elusive guardian of the forest who shows no mercy to trespassers or those with ill intent. Though some believe her to be a human living among the wilds, others are convinced she must be a spirit- no mortal could move as quickly, travel as unerringly, and vanish away so entirely. No encounter with her has lasted long enough to produce a certain answer.

Bard- This sword belongs to Red, previously a lauded singer before her voice was stolen in a botched altercation. She wields this weapon, the Transistor, in an effort to strike back against those who took that from her. A familiar voice speaks from within the blade to to guide her.

Alchemist- This sword belongs to an enterprising alchemist who spends a good deal of time away from their facilities. Rather than carry pre-brewed potions, they've installed an apparatus that can draw from flasks of certain base essentia to synthesize any needed brews on the fly.

Summoner- This sword belongs to a mage tasked with defending a kingdom by calling upon allies from distant worlds. It has historically taken many forms, but has appeared in this day and age as a sword. Its centerpiece forms a socket for the focus the mage uses to summon.

Mermaid- This sword appears to have been assembled using a shattered bowsprit from a shipwreck. It washed ashore and sparked debate on whether it was a prank or if a real mermaid could have made it. If so, the question is: just how big was that mermaid?

Vampire- This sword belongs to a particularly vain vampire noble, who takes every opportunity to show it off. The markings on the blade are enchanted to glow according to the phase of the moon. 

Vampire Hunter- This sword belongs to a well-traveled warrior who has sworn an oath to use the power of the sun to vanquish the creatures of the night. Monsters and dark creatures alike recoil at the sight of this whip-like blade.

Barbarian- This sword belongs to a brash, impatient barbarian who wields it with reckless abandon. Thanks to a combination of heavy use and unwillingness to bother with whetstones, its owner has dulled many blades in the past. He was finally convinced to take up a weapon that could still be effective while unsharpened. 

Inquisitor- This sword is issued to the heavily armored Inquisitors of an unnamed sect. Though their rank is Inquisitor, they actually do very little questioning themselves- instead their role is largely to impose, intimidate, and where necessary, put their heavy blades to use in rooting out dissension.

Artificer- This sword belongs to a tinkerer with an incessant desire for improvement. Its modular design allows it to change forms between longsword and greatsword as the situation calls for it. In its larger form, its crystalline power source is visible.

Assassin- This sword belongs to a lethal covert operative. Its ethereal blade can be summoned or dispelled at will, and makes short work of even heavy armor- the blade passes through it as if it weren't even there.

Druid- This sword was recovered from the remnants of a standing stone circle. Its weathered shape is covered with signs of age, faded mystic carvings, and mossy patches. Its original owner is lost to time, but the one who wields it now gives new life to the ancient druidic lineage.

Paladin- This blade belongs to a zealous warrior who has sworn an oath to bring light to the dark places of the world. Radiant power infuses this blade at all times, causing it to emit a constant glow and a holy aura.

Necromancer- This sword, in the shape of a looming, leering skull, is carried by a wicked practitioner of dark magic. The bite of this blade isn't to be feared, but the withering curse it inflicts on its victims most certainly is.

#my art #swordtember #i may not do a lot of art but every time i do this i do get more familiar with the tools and the style i want to do #one person mentioned looking at this year's stuff vs stuff from a couple of years ago felt like a NES -> SNES level visual upgrade #which i thought was about the best praise this project could have received #btw i love hearing people's favorites so if you reblog with that in the tags it would be endlessly delightful #i talk a lot in tags #long post

[prismaticpollen]

imagine having your partner infodump to you and then inducing them; they keep tripping over their words because they’re so itchy but they’re not allowed to sneeze or stop talking until they finish their explanation. maybe they never finish because the tickle gets so intense they can’t get words out anymore. maybe the inevitable fit lasts longer than the infodump. idk where I’m going with this anymore but just think about it.

#sneeze kink #snzfucker #prompts #prismatic prompts

[emiliasilverova]

I drink to our ruined home, To the evil of my life, To our loneliness together, And I drink to you— To the lying lips that betrayed us, To the dead-cold eyes, And to the harsh realities; That the world is brutal and coarse, That God did not save us. —Anna Akhmatova, ‘The Last Toast’

To kick off Fest, I bring you a Bondalec moodboard, hehe. Is it a foreshadowing of what to expect from me this July? Possibly, yes 👀

The concept of the moodboard comes from ideas I had during @mi6-cafe's Moodboard March, specifically for the prompt ‘reflection’.

I didn't originally intend to include a poem, btw—but @prismatic-bell suggested I add a title or caption as a finishing touch, and xe were quite right, the moodboard's better with it.

Lastly, the translation of the poem is technically by me. I liked this one and this one, but combining them (and also checking the original Russian for tweaks) sounded a lot better to me. I mean, I've come across a whole bloody thesis online arguing that translating this particular poem is homicide... so might as well make the crime scene look good😼(<- is it clear I'm team villains this year? lol)

#007 Fest #007 Fest 2023 #TeamBondVillains #james bond #007 #goldeneye #brosnan bond #alec trevelyan #006 #janus #james bond/alec trevelyan #bondalec #hello angst #moodboard #poem #russian poetry

[stealingyourbones]

I offer you this smiling funky lil guy my dog found in exchange for the next DPxDC AU that you think of

!!!!!

Ookokokok

I saw your username and my brain stuck on the word ‘frost’ and settin a ten minute timer to write something off the top of the dome here we go:

Mk so the Talons in the Court of Owls get put into a like ‘body shut off until next mission cryosleep’ sort of deal when exposed to batshit insane levels of cold.

Bats are about to be overrun by Talons when suddenly the temperature starts to drop very rapidly. Talons start to slow. The Bats are somehow protected from the cold from some means that they do not know.

Within seconds, the temp drop just… stops.

A blinding flash of green/blue light around the Talons make the Bats avert their eyes.

When the light dissipates, they see every single Talon frozen in this strange prismatic ice.

“You guys ok?”

Their attention snaps away from their frozen foes. The voice echoes eerily through out the structure surrounding them. The source impossible to locate.

———

Andddddddd…. Ten minutes are up! Hope u enjoy this little Drabble prompt thing homie :D

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #frostedthroughghost

[atheliasnotebook]

Hi, can i request kaeya & prompt no.1 with 🌶

Happy 1 year anniversary <3

mirror, mirror on the wall... who's the cutest of them all?

kaeya x gender neutral (virgin) reader smut

this post contains sexual content. read at your own discretion.

warning/tags: there is a mirror involved, corruption kink, you've never been kissed before (until this man shows up), ONE Shakespeare (Malvolio) quote because I just did Shakespeare, ONE Owl City ("Vanilla Twilight") reference, almost predator and prey kinda dynamic???

author's note: <3 oh god, anon im so sorry its short (I'll get way too carried away)

you never thought it would end up like this... y'know, down in a prone bone position, looking straight into a gold-edged dresser mirror parallel to the bed, watching the captain of the knights sensually as he (painstakingly) slowly bucks in and out of your body—and finally, feeling the way that your body wildly clenches and trembles around the girth of his erect cock.

it all started with a date. "go on a first date!" your friends suggested. "experience life for what it's worth!"

never in your life would you have thought that you would end up fucking on your first date. after all, you were merely just touring the main streets of mondstadt with kaeya in hopes to discover some new treasures imported from faraway lands. with a familiar cocky smile (which failed to be quenched with an "austere regard of control"), he offered his hand. he watched how nervous you are, and how you smiled with a sort of innocence that screamed of how you knew nothing of the world. to him, he bore his eyes into you as though you were a little lamb—unknowing of the dangers of the alleys in the dead of night. unknowing of the intoxication and the poison that love stipulates.

unaware of how much he wanted to teach you. after all, when you smiled, kaeya turned his head away, blushing profusely through his tanned complexion as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

but now, the way that he's intertwined with you is through the squelching and the smacking of your body's against one another.

...

"have you ever kissed anyone before?" kaeya asked, holding open the door for you as you stepped into the house.

you shook your head from side to side, fiddling with your hands in front of you as you glanced at the floor, then looked up to stare into his prismatic, glacially refracted eyes. kaeya, without skipping a beat, stepped forward, the tips of his boots gently pressed up against the top of your shoes.

"would you like to?" he asked, almost beseeching such a sacred gesture from you.

you nod your head slowly. after all, the scent of coconut luring you in like a trap. you stared at your lips, unsure of what you were supposed to do.

"just follow my lead," he says, chuckling as he burrows his fingers into the soft locks of your hair. wrapping a hand around your waist, led you his bedroom—modestly furnished with a queen-sized bed and gray covers. "are you nervous?"

yes? no? maybe. who knows. but it doesn't matter, since the passing of your thoughts barely touches the confines of your processing before you feel something soft on top of your own lips. it smells so good. can you have more? is that his cologne, or is that simply just the smell of the room? oblivious to the noises you're emitting, warbled moans and squeaky whimpers, kaeya eats them up as he pins you to the plush mattress, lacing his fingers in the spaces between your fingers (where they fit perfectly).

...

kaeya speeds up his pace, sliding his hand beneath your chin as he jerks it up a couple centimeters, making sure you're looking straight into the mirror.

"mirror mirror on the wall... i wonder—" he mutters and groans in your ear, pulling out almost completely before slamming roughly into your posterior, raising his hand gently smack into the side of your thigh.

"i wonder how you're the cutest of them all."

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[kinnbig]

My current WIPs, in the order I last looked at them and for which I have actually written something

thank you for tagging me @kimchaybrainrot I love u (also I am 👀 at all of those but especially the KenBig HI I'M LISTENING INTENTLY.)

Chart Topper chapter 7 (Arm) - I've been working on this today! I love the concept for this chapter and it's finally getting there 🥰

Burnout aka "phoenix fic" - ah yes. the KenBig wip that was supposed to be a lil 2-3k fic that only took a week or so to write... that is now sitting at 20k four months later and still isn't done. rip. I love it so much though, I'm so excited to be able to share this one

assorted kiss prompt ask game ficlets - whoops. TWO MONTHS AGO I did an ask game for fic prompts to try and get me out of my writer's block.. and it worked! I posted 6 kiss prompt ficlets! but uh. there are 11 more in various states of completion 💀 personal faves include some ArmTankhun, some fucked up KenBig, and some RamKing ft Ram wearing a skirt 👀

ArmKhun fake dating fic - one of my favourite fic concepts EVER that has sadly taken a backseat in my brain because of Chart Topper and Burnout. but SOON I will return to my beloved

f/f KimChay - uhhhh. this is just shameless femslash pwp because. I think they should have been lesbians.

Let Me Live in Your Mind chapters 3 & 4- this fic is not abandoned I promise I'm still working on it! I'm just. slow 🫣

Footnotes aka "the Big and Ken centric pain and sadness compilation" lmao - this was suuuuch a huge project for me that I started basically immediately after KinnPorsche ended that just. idk. it's so long. it's not abandoned but it's very much on the back-burner rn

there are also many many half-written oneshots in there that I didn't put in the list because they'll probably never get finished (RamKing fake dating au, ArmKhun fic where Khun kills Korn, a KimChay exes with benefits thing, etc etc...) I just hoard WIPs like a dragon in a cave I can't help it!

I think lots of people have already been tagged so sorry if this is a double tag! but I'm tagging @sidras-tak @giraffeter @tumsa @prismatic-witch @days-of-storm @cytharat @snickerdoodlles - but no pressure of course! 💖

#UM if you sent me a kiss prompt for the ask game that i haven't got to yet... i'm sorry that it's been 2 months 🫣 #the plan was to write tiny lil 300-400 word things and then i just kept getting carried away with them lol #somewhere with snow was a kiss prompt ficlet that ended up being 3.3k 💀 but it's also one of my favourite things i've ever written so. #i'm glad i keep getting carried away with them #thank you for tagging me!!!! #this was so fun ❤️ #tag game #darcey.txt