#prompt things

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Ooh how about 19 please? 😍

Absolutely! Also this made me check under my bed for cameras or you because I had in fact not eaten today because I am ill and hadn't psyched myself up to go make it, but I have since rectified that fact dfklgjdflkgjfd

ANYWAY, on with the prompt!

prompt list here!

19. “Have you eaten anything?”

It had been a long and hard week in Seattle for Beca. The call had come in the middle of the night, leaving her to scramble out of bed and hastily cram some clothes into a bag before heading to the airport.

Her mom was in an accident. It looked bad, really bad. Her aunt had told her that she had to get here just in case. So she did, she put all her flight anxiety to oneside and sat in the metal death tube for five and a half hours, flagged down a cab, and went straight to the hospital.

She got there just in time to say goodbye to her mom, sat squeezing her hand tightly as the life support machine was turned off, sobbing into her shoulder as she lost her mom for good.

As her next of kin, Beca now had to figure out what to do with all her mom's stuff, organise the funeral, inform the members of her family what had happened. She emailed her professors to explain she needed a few weeks off and they were thankfully very understanding, the Bellas had offered to drop everything and come out to help her but she turned them down. This was her responsibility, her mom, she had to sort this whole mess out.

"Have you eaten anything?"

Beca sniffed softly as she shook her head. She had been sat on the front porch of her childhood home, staring vacantly out at the street, barely noticing the chilly wind that bit at her skin. She had grown up in Seattle after all, she was used to this kind of cold.

"No. I'm not hungry."

There was a soft sigh from above her before the porch creaked next to her, turning her head slightly to look at the woman now sat beside her. Chloe gave her a small, sad smile, tucking a loose lock of hair behind Beca's ear. It was limp and a little greasy, Beca having been far too busy and lost in her grief to even entertain the idea of a shower since she'd arrived in Seattle.

"You need to eat Becs. You've barely had anything since you got here."

"I know." Beca swallowed thickly, subtly shifting closer to Chloe so she could rest her head on her shoulder, "But everything makes my stomach turn."

"You want to try some soup?" Chloe offered, winding her arm around Beca's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe." Beca nodded a little, "That could be nice."

They sat in silence for a few moments, Beca curling more into Chloe's embrace, slowly trying to get as close to her as possible. Chloe didn't mind, it was one of the reasons she had insisted on coming with Beca. She knew how difficult Beca found it to open to people, to be emotionally vulnerable with anyone, the only other person in the world that Beca would be this close too, figuratively or literally, was her mom.

"I don't want to go tomorrow." Beca's voice was thick as Chloe felt the side of her neck where her face was buried start to grow damp.

"I know baby..." Chloe sighed softly, rubbing small circles on Beca's back and kissing the crown of her head, "But you have to. You'd never forgive yourself if you missed the funeral."

"But if I go then it'll be real..." Beca whispered, "She'll really be gone Chlo, I... I don't want her to be gone, it's not fair."

"It's not." Chloe shook her head, feeling Beca start to shake as her gentle tears turn into sobs, "You're right, it's not fair that she's gone. I wish I could change it for you."

Beca didn't say anything for a while, simply sobbing in Chloe's embrace. Chloe stroked her hair, shushing her softly but letting her cry herself out. She hadn't cried since the hospital, and that had been five days ago. Beca was really good at bottling her emotions up until they exploded out at the wrong moment, and with a loss of this magnitude, if she crammed it all down it would destroy her. So Chloe would let her feel everything that she needed to, let her be angry or sad or irritated or tired, or even a combination of the above, and not take it to heart, because at the end of the day at least Beca was feeling something.

"I'm really glad you're here." Beca croaked as her sobs subsided, sitting up a little as she wiped at her face with her sleeve and resting her forehead against Chloe's, "I... I wouldn't be able to do this without you. Thank you for coming."

"Of course." Chloe smiled at her brushing her hair from her face again, "Even though you insisted on me staying at home?"

"Yeah." Beca managed a small grin in return, "I'm glad you didn't listen to me."

"C'mon." Chloe took Beca's hands in hers, gently encouraging her to her feet, "It's cold out here, your hands are turning red. Let's get you something to eat inside."

"Okay." Beca nodded, "Would you be mad if I said I wanted pizza and not soup?"

"No." Chloe grinned, arm around Beca's waist, "What made you want pizza instead?"

"Mom and I really like this place a few blocks away, they do these insanely good cheesy garlic knots." Beca shrugged a little, expression getting watery again, "I just... I thought it would nice to share that with you."

"That's really sweet Becs." Chloe beamed at her, "I'd like that."

"Cool." Beca swallowed thickly, eyes roaming over the familiar interior of the home she had grown up in, feeling that ache settle in her chest again, "I wish she got to meet you Chloe. She would've loved you."

"Me too." Chloe nodded sadly, "I never got to thank her for giving me you."

#pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #bechloe fics #bechloe fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #mini fic tag #ask meme things #prompt things #massivedrickhead

[wind-becomes-lightning]

Süßes oder Saures!! Fröhliches Halloween!

ok i tried to keep this short (and it got long anyway) but this is the first gray juvia meeting in my fantasy fairy tail au!

short info

gray is adopted by ur who is the queen of the ice kingdom and raised by her together with lyon and ultear (obviously) but then she dies and he leaves the kingdom

now lyon is king,a llied with the icy-mountain nymphs and has declared war on everyone

gray volunteered for the army and before this gets separated from his squad

more au stuff, jerza version

___

First thing that he heard was a drip, then another and one more. It took him a moment to realise he hadn’t seen any body of water since he had entered the enclave and the hair on his neck stood up with the next drip and the one following. Slowly, as if walking barely moving would change anything, Gray turned his head over his shoulder and his chin fell down at what he saw there. Droplet by droplet, as if she was a figure made of water, a woman was forming in front of him. Hair in long strands of blue falling over her back and front, sharp eyes directed at him. For a shock of a heartbeat he thought she was completely naked, but then a dress light as air laid itself over her curves. A nymph. There was no mistaken it. Ur had once told him not to mess with nymphs, that he should rather stay away from them. “They are more openly emotional than humans,” she had said, “They can be fiercely loyal if they like you and incredibly vengeful if they don’t.” She’d shake her head. “I would rather not any of you get caught up with them.” Well, too bloody late now, Gray thought and turned completely. She was beautiful, even while she was glaring at him as angrily as she did. “Why are you here, human prince?” she asked and her voice was a little higher than he expected it to be.  He shook himself: “I’m not the prince.” “Juvia knows the princes”, she said, inexplicably referring to herself in the third person. “You are the prince that ran away.”  Gray backed away, moving his arm backward to reach the icicles behind him. He had been trained in crafting from glaciers and ice blocks, could make spears and bows and swords, but there was no way he was going to win a fight against a nymph.  He needed a diversion.  “I don’t think you have the right person.” He grabbed a piece of ice with his right hand, trying to ignore how the nymphs' face darkened at his accusation. She hissed at him and, quicker than his eyes could see, launched at him. “Why did you run?” she said and he could feel his feet slip on the water she had pulled from the floor beneath him. “Why are you opposing the emperor if you are his brother?” Gray pulled the icicle between his hands and rubbed it with his palms, all the while trying not to get caught up in the tangles of water streams now flying his way. “We aren’t siblings”, he said, ignoring her other question. “Humans should not lie to Juvia,” the nymph dematerialised and appeared right in front of him again. “I wont show mercy to the prince just because he is the emperor's brother.” This time Gray was ready and had his sword punched into the ground before he was ripped off his feet again. He spun around and dodged two more streams. Back on his own feet he steadied himself and then shook his hair out. “That's good to hear,” he said with a grin. “I wouldn’t want you to do that anyway.”

#prompt things #fairy tail #gruvia #LOL #i mean barely any gruvia but it iwll be ig uess eventually

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

30 Days, 30 Lines 02 pt.1

Okay Everyone, we are getting right back into things, just as we have said! And it just so happened that we managed to have a wonderful time writing today! It was for a prompt - we will be posting that stuff tomorrow - but here is a little sneak peek into things! c:

Her body is forced to a standstill, hands grabbing onto her shoulders and the Fear shrieks through her, forcing a shudder as she chokes on the terror. She almost bolts, stops dead as she takes in the pools of glacial peace, notes the frown that instantly drowns the Fear in favor of the cold dread of Concern. She blinks, forces her brain to shift the proper gears in order to understand the situation before her.

Someone is having a very rough time, it seems. But as always, there is going to be that person that helps you out of things, right? Always enjoy writing a good almost-panic state, only for things to calm and chill when that person comes to help out. Or try and fail to.

#amwriting #30 days 30 lines challenge #writings #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writing #writing snippet #prompt things #coming soon #internal thoughts #starting again #let's do this #yes?

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

#yeehaw #1k #5k #10k #posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours? #also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that! #unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference #edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense #also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags #1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now #he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic #2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign #like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock #3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing #it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is #extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once #it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life #i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about #Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect #if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it #aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week

[sylvies-kablooie]

i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.

#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing #how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them? #“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc #but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though #i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years. #thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design #posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars #and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me. #idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does #writing #writer #fandom #fandom culture #artist

[soy-sauce-and-mothra]

Hey! Are there blacksmiths in your story? I'm a hobbyist blacksmith and I'm here to help!

Blacksmithing is one of those things that a lot of people get wrong because they don't realize it stuck around past the advent of the assembly line. Here's a list of some common misconceptions I see and what to do instead!

Not all blacksmiths are gigantic terrifying muscly guys with beards and deep voices. I am 5'8, skinny as a twig, have the muscle mass of wet bread, and exist on Tumblr. Anybody who is strong enough to pick up a hammer and understands fire safety can be a blacksmith.

You can make more than just swords with blacksmithing. Though swords are undeniably practical, they're not the only things that can be made. I've made candle holders, wall hooks, kebab skewers, fire pokers, and more. Look up things other people have made, it's really amazing what can be done.

"Red-hot" is actually not that hot by blacksmith terms. when heated up, the metal goes from black, to red, to orange, to yellow, to white. (for temperature reference, I got a second degree burn from picking up a piece of metal on black heat) The ideal color to work with the metal is yellow. White is not ideal at all, because the metal starts sparking and gets all weird and lumpy when it cools. (At no point in this process does the metal get even close to melting. It gets soft enough to work with, but I have never once seen metal become a liquid.)

Blacksmithing takes fucking forever. Not even taking into account starting the forge, selecting and preparing metal, etc. etc. it takes me around an hour to make one (1) fancy skewer. The metals blacksmiths work with heat up and cool down incredibly fast. When the forge is going good, it only takes like 20 seconds to get your metal hot enough to work with, but it takes about the same time for it to cool down, sometimes even less.

As long as you are careful, it is actually stupidly easy to not get hurt while blacksmithing. When I picked up this hobby I was like "okay, cool! I'm gonna make stuff, and I'm gonna end up in the hospital at some point!" Thus far, the latter has yet to occur. I've been doing this for nearly a year. I have earned myself a new scar from the aforementioned second degree burn, and one singe mark on my jeans. I don't even wear gloves half the time. Literally just eye protection, common sense, and fast reflexes and you'll probably be fine. (Accidents still happen of course, but I have found adequate safety weirdly easy to achieve with this hobby)

A forge is not a fire. The forge is the thing blacksmiths put their metal in to heat it up. It starts as a small fire, usually with newspaper or something else that's relatively small and burns easily, which we then put in the forge itself, which is sort of a fireplace-esque thing (there's a lot of different types of forge, look into it and try to figure out what sort of forge would make the most sense for the context you're writing about) and we cover it with coal, which then catches fire and heats up. The forge gets really hot, and sometimes really bright. Sometimes when I stare at the forge for too long it's like staring into the sun. The forge is also not a waterfall of lava, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.

Welding and blacksmithing are not the same thing. They often go hand-in-hand, but you cannot connected two pieces of metal with traditional blacksmithing alone. There is something called forge welding, where you heat your metal, sprinkle borax (or the in-universe equivalent) on it to prevent the metal from oxidizing/being non-weldable, and hammer the pieces together very quickly. Forge welding also sends sparks flying everywhere, and if you're working in a small space with other blacksmiths, you usually want to announce that you're welding before you do, so that everyone in a five-foot radius can get out of that five-foot radius. You also cannot just stuck some random pebbles into the forge and get a decent piece of metal that you can actually make something with, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.

Anvils are really fucking heavy. Nothing else to add here.

Making jewelry is not a blacksmithing thing unless you want jewelry made of steel. And it will be very ugly if you try. Blacksmithing wasn't invented to make small things.

If there's anything here I didn't mention, just ask and I'll do my best to answer.

#yes some of this was directed at steven universe #the only thing su got right was bismuth crying when her anvil broke #cus those things are goddamn expensive and hard to transport #blacksmith #blacksmithing #writing #writing prompts #writing advice #writeblr #writer #writer problems #writerblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writers

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

#comic art #comics #original comic #chronic pain #carpal tunnel #tendonitis #my art #original #edit: what a delightful surprise to see this take off #this was made for class on very low fuel and very few thoughts and late at night and exhausted #the prompt was just a wordless narrative essay. three pages. and i had nothing and no ideas #and my head hurt and i was too tired to think about doing any of the like. research and mind mapping and ideating i'd do otherwise #but my arm hurt #so i decided to do a thing about arm hurty #i'm surprised to see so many people finding it resonating with them #but then again i shouldn't be. the universal lies in the specific #i should make more things about smaller stuff

[unforth]

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

#unforth rambles #this wasn't really prompted by anything #I'm just sick and tired and distractable #or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now #like no one has disrespected me #but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs #i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF??? #like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term #and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone #y'all are awesome #thank you so much

[pcktknife]

miku design i dont think i ever posted

#this was that toybox prompt thing a while back i wanted to do a design for practice #hatsune miku #myart #shes incomplete i didnt feel like messing with her design much more at this point but she wasnt Done done

[writing-with-sophia]

Poison list

While it's important to approach writing with creativity and imagination, it's crucial to prioritize responsible and ethical storytelling. That being said, if you're looking for information on poisons for the purpose of writing fiction, it's essential to handle the subject matter with care and accuracy. Here is a list of some common poisons that you can use in your stories:

Hemlock: Hemlock is a highly poisonous plant that has been used as a poison in various works of literature. It can cause paralysis and respiratory failure.

Arsenic: Arsenic is a toxic element that has been historically used as a poison. It can be lethal in high doses and can cause symptoms such as vomiting, abdominal pain, and organ failure.

Cyanide: Cyanide is a fast-acting poison that affects the body's ability to use oxygen. It can cause rapid loss of consciousness and cardiac arrest.

Nightshade: Nightshade plants, such as Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade, contain toxic compounds that can cause hallucinations, respiratory distress, blurred vision, dizziness, an increased heart rate, and even death when ingested.

Ricin: Ricin is a potent poison derived from the castor bean plant. It can cause organ failure and has been used as a plot device in various fictional works.

Strychnine: Strychnine is a highly toxic alkaloid that affects the nervous system, leading to muscle spasms, convulsions, and respiratory failure.

Snake Venom: Various snake venoms can be used in fiction as deadly poisons. Different snake species have different types of venom, each with its own effects on the body.

Digitalis: Digitalis, derived from the foxglove plant, contains cardiac glycosides. It has been historically used to treat heart conditions, but in high doses, it can be toxic. Overdosing on digitalis can cause irregular heart rhythms, nausea, vomiting, and visual disturbances.

Lead: Lead poisoning, often resulting from the ingestion or inhalation of lead-based substances, has been a concern throughout history. Lead is a heavy metal that can affect the nervous system, leading to symptoms such as abdominal pain, cognitive impairment, anemia, and developmental issues, particularly in children.

Mercury: Mercury is a toxic heavy metal that has been used in various forms throughout history. Ingesting or inhaling mercury vapors can lead to mercury poisoning, causing symptoms like neurological impairment, kidney damage, respiratory issues, and gastrointestinal problems.

Aconite: Also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood, aconite is a highly toxic plant. Its roots and leaves contain aconitine alkaloids, which can affect the heart and nervous system. Ingesting aconite can lead to symptoms like numbness, tingling, paralysis, cardiac arrhythmias, and respiratory failure.

Thallium: Thallium is a toxic heavy metal that can cause severe poisoning. It has been used as a poison due to its tastelessness and ability to mimic other substances. Thallium poisoning can lead to symptoms like hair loss, neurological issues, gastrointestinal disturbances, and damage to the kidneys and liver.

When incorporating poisons into your writing, it is essential to research and accurately portray the effects and symptoms associated with them. Additionally, be mindful of the potential impact your writing may have on readers and the importance of providing appropriate context and warnings if necessary.

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[nerdpoe]

Danny is about to be kidnapped in Gotham This is not a good time.

He's studying for the SAT, he's already been kidnapped by Vlad like, four times that week and it was a fucking Tuesday, he forgot his wallet at his new apartment, locked himself out of said new apartment (he could phase through the door but that wasn't the point), he's just been informed that the grant he applied for was denied so he needs to ask his mom and dad for college funds when he'd already told them he had it covered, and just...it was shit.

It had been shit. The entire week had been awful and annoying and he was ready to either murder everyone on the planet or go find a corner to cry in for the next three days.

So when the band of wild goons working for whatever villain of the week pulled up and tried to kidnap him, he snapped.

He used them to vent.

Shouted about how terrible his day had been, how terrible his week had been, how he'd already been kidnapped by his creepy godfather who was way too into him, how college funding was shit and the grant system was rigged, and how he'd have to call a locksmith or break down the door to his own apartment if he wanted to go to bed-all of it. He unloaded all of his frustration.

The goons actually backed off.

One of them gave him an awkward side hug and told him it'd get better.

Danny wasn't paying attention to his surrounding. He doesn't realize that the whole thing was livestreamed.

So when he gets home to his apartment later that day, his door is opened for him by the vigilante Spoiler before he can even turn intangible.

She brought over BatBurger and kidnapped Bruce Wayne, Gotham's bumbling Prince, to talk about college grants.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #steph watched the livestream and felt GREAT SYMPATHY #so she actually did trick bruce into coming with her and breaking into an apartment as bruce wayne instead of batman #told him it was an important job #he clued in that it wasn't crime related after she told him to stay put so she could get food #sure fuck it he'll give this rando kid a grant #he'll pay for the whole thing education is important #literally no one looks into the whole “i've already been kidnapped four times this week” thing #cuz everyone gets kidnapped in gotham #well almost no one looks into it #jack and maddie fenton do when they see the clip #vlad learns the hard way not to piss off the people who design weapons specifically meant for you

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

How about: “we’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back. just stop.” “stop what?” “coming back.”

Angst incoming!! Hurt my heart a little with this one I won't lie djlksdjlkgjd

broken trust prompts

Chloe unlocked the front door to the Bella House, a warm feeling in her chest. It had been months since she had last seen the Bellas, letting them think that this was the year that she had actually graduated, but she had instead tanked her Russian Lit exam again to compete with them for the third year in a row. They were her family, how could she just walk away and move on with her life? Besides, it meant that this way she could stay close to Beca, something about the short, smirking brunette pulled her in, intrigued her, made her want to stick around just a little longer. She was going to be so excited to see her.

In fact, this early before the start of the new school year, Beca would be the only one home. She stayed behind in Georgia over the summer break to work at the radio station (much to her father's chagrin) and had simply kept living in the Bella House while she did rather than having to have found a temporary apartment. Chloe was so excited to see her, to spend some quality time with just Beca before the Bellas joined them.

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Jesus!"

The living room was dark as Chloe stepped into it with a huge grin, Beca's startled voice coming from the direction of the couch. The lamp clicked on, revealing a dishevelled looking Beca hastily buttoning her shirt, a slightly annoyed look on her face as she unstradled the waist of the sophmore that she worked at the radio station with.

"Chloe? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Sorry." Chloe giggled, wincing a little as she realised what she'd interrupted, "I didn't realise you'd have company!"

"Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting anyone to barge in on me two weeks before the start of term." Beca frowned, Chloe feeling the warm feeling start to dissapate as she realised there was no amusement in Beca's face or tone, simply irritance and a degree of anger, "I thought you'd actually graduated this time Chloe, why are you here?"

"I tanked my Russian Lit exam again..." Chloe shrugged, feeling a blush start to creep up her neck as something akin to shame washed through her, "I wanted to stay with you guys, keep competing with the Bellas, I... I just wanted to surprise you."

"Yeah well you certainly did that..." Beca scoffed.

"This feels like a private conversation..." The woman Beca had been making out with got off the couch, adjusting her skirt with a sheepish smile, "I'll text you later Bec."

She kissed Beca's cheek as she left, Chloe feeling something make her stomach twist as she did. She had no right to be jealous, it wasn't as if Beca was doing something wrong, they were nothing more than friends. At least, she thought they were anyway...

"Why are you mad at me?" Chloe asked as they heard the front door shut, feeling tears start to well in her eyes. This was not how she had expected the day to go at all.

"Maybe because you keep intentionally failing your exams to sing acapella?!" Beca raised her eyebrow, "Or you don't tell anyone that you're doing it again?! Or that I finally felt like I-"

Beca cut herself up with a shake of her head, lips pursed angrily, arms crossed over her chest.

"Why do you keep doing this Chloe?"

"Because you guys are my family." Chloe bit her lip, "And we have so much fun competing and spending time together, I didn't want to give that up."

"Oh my god..." Beca rolled her eyes heavily, "Grow up Chloe! Aubrey still sees us but she also has a life, you're the one clinging to your college years, it's just sad!"

"Becs..." Chloe pulled back a little from Beca, nostrils flared as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"You keep doing this, you keep coming back and acting like it's not that different, that it's not kind of pathetic that you're failing deliberately because you're too chicken shit to be an adult and have a life!"

Beca was shaking as her own angry tears burst forward, hands clenched into fists by her side. She hadn't meant to go off on Chloe, it wasn't that she hated her or anything, but seeing her after she thought she might finally get to move on had caused a level of pain and frustration that she didn't know it was possible to feel.

"We’re stuck in this never ending loop, you keep coming back! Just stop!"

"Stop what?" Chloe was exasperated as she yelled back, not understanding where all this anger had come from.

"Coming back."

Beca sagged a little as she saw how heavy her words had landed on Chloe, running her hands through her hair as she shook her head. She didn't want to upset Chloe, or be mad at her, or hurt her in anyway, but she'd had enough. Had enough of swallowing her feelings for best friend, had enough of Chloe's drunken flirting that she didn't remember in the morning (or at least pretended she didn't), had enough of the frat boys that Chloe trotted in front of her. She didn't want to hurt Chloe, but Chloe kept on hurting her.

"Chloe I..." Beca sighed heavily, "Do you even like me?"

"Of course I do." Chloe cried, "You're my best friend, I love you!"

"No..." Beca could feel herself getting frustrated again, "I mean do you like me. Do I occupy your thoughts all day, do I make you feel invicible and vulnerable all at the same time, do you love me?! Because I love you... I love you, and I've been trying not to for years because it fucking destroys me, and every time I think I get to move on, you come right back to taunt me all over again!"

"Becs..." Chloe looked horrified as she stepped towards her, but Beca took a step backwards from her, "I didn't... I never... I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." Beca whispered, "I know you didn't, but you did and I... I can't keep doing this Chloe. It is killing me to just be around you and pretend that I'm not feeling all this intense stuff. I finally found someone that I can be somewhat normal with without feeling guilty about doing it right in front of you, and you show up again..."

"I'm sorry..." Chloe shook her head, "I really am Becs, I'll... I'll stay in a hotel until the semester starts, find an apartment, take my make up exam early-"

"Stop it..." Beca groaned, "Stop... stop shaping your life around other people Chloe. If you want to stay here, then stay. If you want to compete with the Bellas again this year, compete again. I'm not going to stop you."

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have..." Chloe's arms wrapped around her own waist, sniffing softly, "I really never meant to Becs."

"I know." Beca swallowed thickly, "But I can't help but notice you never answered my question, which is an answer in itself I guess."

"What question?"

"Do you love me?" Beca's jaw clenched, scanning Chloe for any kind of visible reaction, "Not as your friend but... do you?"

"I..." Chloe stammered, opening and closing her mouth, trying to find the words, "I don't know."

"Then you don't." Beca swallowed thickly, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hands quickly, "Which is okay, you don't have to, you can't help it if you don't. And I don't want us to stop being friends Chlo, but... it's a little hard being around you one-on-one, and I think it's going to take some time for it to not be weird."

"Beca, you're my best friend..." Chloe sighed, wanting to hug Beca but knowing that this was absolutely not the time, "And I do love you like my best friend, I just don't think I'm in love with you... I'm sorry, I'm not gay, I wish I realised how much I'd been hurting you."

"It's okay." Beca shrugged, forcing a tight smile, "I um... I'm going to Holly's tonight so you can get settled, we can start Bella prep next week if you want?"

"You don't have to brush this under the rug Becs." Chloe frowned, shaking her head a little, "We can talk about this."

"No offense, but I really don't want to." Beca snorted a little, "Not tonight at least anyway. I just want to do a little underage drinking and makeout until I forget this whole conversation even happened."

"Okay." Chloe nodded, knowing better by now than to force Beca to have a conversation she wasn't ready to have, "But why don't you get Holly to come back, I can stay in a hotel until the other Bellas are back, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of me."

"It's fine." Beca ran a hand through her hair again, grabbing her satchel and jacket that she had dumped by the sofa when she and Holly had come in, "This whole thing kind of killed the vibe in here anyway. I'll um... I'll text you tomorrow or something. The Bellas will be really happy you're here again Chloe, they love performing with you. God knows what kind of mess I'd make of the choreo if you weren't here."

Chloe didn't say anything else as she watched Beca leave, wanting to run after her but not knowing what she'd say. What was there to say after that? After she had broken Beca's heart without even realising she had, after she had accidentally led her on for almost three years at this point, after she had been so insensitive to her feelings. How had she mess things up so badly?

She sank onto the couch with her head in her hands, heart heavy, a sick feeling in her stomach. Beca hated her now, resented her coming back to Barden when all she wanted to do was move on with her life. She'd had a point, Chloe was afraid of moving on after Barden, afraid of not having the safety net of the Bellas to catch her, but... what if being hurt only Beca more?

What was she supposed to do now?

#anon #prompt things #pitch perfect #pitch perfect fanfic #bechloe #bechloe fics #bechloe fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #fanfiction #my fic #mini fic tag

[wind-becomes-lightning]

if you’re up for it “are you okay? don’t lie” with kakashi ! :)

Sorry it took so loooonggg

You shouldn’t quite like missions with Kakashi-taichou as much as you do.

Being promoted to ANBU was a big deal, only an elite amount of people are allowed to be in this exclusive assassin squad that serves the Hokage directly, at least if you aren’t one of those oddballs that come from Root. So you should be paying more attention to what you are doing now that you are part of the squad, but you can’t help it.

Kakashi is a good leader, he is kind, precise and clear. He knows what he wants you to do and what he expects from you, but though he can be strict he never forgets his humanity. You don’t know the story behind his hurt, but you know it is there, behind he eye that he keeps hidden there is a history that you know burdens him and forces him to check up on his teammates as much as he does.

But you can’t help it. You can’t help the excitement that you get when he slows down next to you after a fight to touch your arm with his hand. How he looks over your wounds and worries, it shouldn’t make your heart flutter as much as it does, but it does. Kakashi is your superior, he is your captain and on top of it all, he is all you’ve ever wanted.

“Tell me if you are hurt”, he says and then looks at you this direct way only Kakashi does, “and don’t lie.”

You flinch, because you are used to lying about your whereabouts, this is how it was always in your time before you got promoted to this squad particularly. Kakashi-taichou is the first who cares and he cares for real. You want to throw your hands around him and pull him close, but you resist the urge. You also don’t feel compelled to lie to him.

“There is a cut on my leg,” you say and point,” It is not deep, but it burns a little.”

Kakashi’s eye falls down to where your finger is and he furrows a brow with worry: “Could be poison.”

“I’m sure it is not..” you say defensively, but he is already all over your leg, his soft finger massaging antidotes into your wound in combination with disinfectant. You hiss because it hurts, but you also can’t help but smile. Kakashi is so close to you, he is so worried for you, he is so kind to you, his touch is so soft. You should not like it, but you do.

His black eye moves up to meet yours: “Please don’t keep things like that hidden, I want my team to be save and healthy.” He looks at you a little longer than maybe necessary, which makes your cheeks suddenly feel hot. “Especially if its you.”

Your faces linger a little longer on each other, eyes locked on eyes and a lightning hits you quite suddenly and you think, maybe he likes running missions with you just as much as you like running them with him.

#prompt things #hatake kakashi #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x you

[ikiprian]

Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.

If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.

Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.

In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.

On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.

Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.

It’s plastic. It’s fake.

Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.

Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”

[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]

[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]

#Danny can’t help being creepy it’s just the way he’s built!! #I like to think Lancer did these things for Danny when he was in HS #and now Danny's emulating Lancer :) #Passing it on! #Tim is paranoid but also like he is SO CLOSE to graduating so like. Does he even want to report this shit to Batman. What if the next chem #teacher's a jerk and Tim fails the class and he never gets his stupid diploma. Bruce already is insisting he finish out HS and maybe get #an ABA before he's allowed back into the company #and Jesus Christ does Tim hate school. He'll worry about Mr. Fenton's burgeoning army of Science Honor Society Rogues on his own time #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt #tim drake #danny fenton #in case I write more of this let’s tag it uhhhhh #misunderstood mentor au #kipwrite

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips. 

#long post #again these are things i’ve experienced w/ cat guy that day #personal once again #me as character A and him as character B #not me exposing myself like this on a public platform wlkjfnefn #but then again i've got no shame left in me after all the rambles and vents i've been doing sOOO... #writing prompts #otp prompts #prompts #writing scenarios #cat guy chronicles

[urfriendlywriter]

20 "we are each other's safe place" romance prompts:

(feeling emo now that I'm officially back :') feel free to useee and tag me when yall write!!)

holding each other close in silence

yearning for just one hug after being separated for so so long... </3

"i can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, [name]." :'')

noticing that bright smile of theirs after you compliment them. [my heart. omds]

them rushing into your embrace after a long day

"let me ask my partner." or,

"oh, my partner at home is waiting for me, i better get going :)"

being ur partner's mum's favorite, hehehe

^ "ma... how come they're getting head rubs from you often while i rarely do?"

sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you (> < my cuteness aggress. for mr. japan goes crazy guys!!)

being you comes easy with them ♡

being emotionally available to one another, and having each other and knowing you're not alone <3

when they're affirmative and expect affirmations from you <communication is the best trope>

cuddling and cozying up together, being all physical but not sexual ツ✰

them wrapping their hand around yours whenever walking together

when it's their smile, that's just enough to brighten your day :')

loving and living and actually looking forward to tomorrow with them,

^ "you make me want to be a better person."

"smile for me" or, "twirl for me" :))

searching for each other in a crowded rooms, finding each other everywhere (this is just love guys, top tier.)

#writer prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #romance writing #imagine your otp #writeblr #urfriendlywriter #writing prompts #writing inspiration #romance prompts writing #angsty romance #writing romance #romance prompts #soft prompts for lovers #soft dialogue prompts #soft prompts #soft gestures #gestures that says i love you #couple prompts #writing prompt #prompt list #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writing inspo #writing ideas #otp writing #otp things #otp ideas #women writers #otp drabble prompts