#ty for all the prompts! <3

[blackjackkent]

1, 7 and 14 for Hector

4, 10 and 15 for Karlach

And some group ones for your standard Hectorverse group (Hector, Karlach, Jaheira and whoever you pick as #4)

2, 11, and 17

(OC Asks: Put Those Guys in Situations!)

Wheee, so many prompts. :D TY!

For Hector:

Your character is being offered three wishes by a genie. The usual rules reply. What do they wish for?

A healthy normal heart for Karlach (obviously)

Probably something nice for the monastery that it's been needing, like fixing a big wall that's been broken forever or something like that.

Some kind of cool magical item that gives him and his friends a group chat of some sort even as they start dispersing in the post-game.

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7. If your character could have an infinite supply of ONE food, which food would they choose?

Hm. 🤔

I think Hector does not have a particularly adventurous palate. There's exactly zero chance that the monastery where he lived for fifty years was doing exciting culinary things down in the kitchen; this is a man for whom variety was a foreign concept before the nautiloid showed up. We're going to go with a nice venison roast, because it seems something he would likely be familiar with and enjoy.

If this ever comes up as a discussion question in camp, Gale absolutely facepalms aggressively when he says this and starts pointing out much more exotic and interesting meals he could choose, to which Hector is sort of politely puzzled and says, "But I like venison."

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9. Your character gets stranded on an island. They can choose one item to have with them. What do they choose?

Hrmdehrm. Something practical, I suspect. A knife, or flint and steel. I don't know exactly how well Hector would do at surviving on his own without the help of anyone around him but he would need all the help he can get.

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For Karlach (she's not an OC but I will do my best regardless :D ):

4. Your character has to give a ten-minute speech on a subject of their choice to a room full of experts. What subject do they choose?

This literally actually happens in game, more or less; you can ask her the best way to kill a demon and she gets really excited and infodumps at you about all the different types. It's adorable and was ABSOLUTELY one of the things that first made Hector fall in love with her.

Hector to Karlach:

So... the answer is demon-hunting, and Hector would listen to the whole thing with the biggest heart-eyes imaginable. XD

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10. Your character finds a lost child. What do they do?

Again, we actually sort of get an example of this in-game, when Yenna comes to camp. Karlach is super pleased to help her, offers to play games with her, and is just generally a sweetheart. I think in any similar situation she would do the same; make sure the kid had a safe place to be, as long as necessary, and work to find their parents. She grew up poor and I'm sure knew plenty of street kids in the Outer City, and probably saw the big advantage that she was given by having a safe place and a roof over her head, and she also talks about wishing she'd been able to help with Jaheira's halfway house instead of working for Gortash; I think she'd want to help any way she could for a kid in need.

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15. Your character is doing a sponsored challenge to raise money for charity. What kind of challenge do they do?

Something physical, probably. She has an idle animation in camp doing one-armed pushups so maybe something around that. I could also see her doing one of those hot sauce challenges or the like.

Kissing booth would also get a lot of takers and give her lots of long-denied physical contact. XD

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For the Hectorverse Group! (We'll put in Minsc as the fourth since he was the standard fill in the flex slot for the latter chunk of the game.)

2. Your characters have been locked in a room together for 24 hours. It is impossible to escape the room by any means. What happens?

LOL. This sort of depends on the scenario that has put them in the room. It's impossible to escape, but is the confinement for a known reason with a known end time? Do they get out after 24 hours? If so, this is absolutely IMMEDIATELY taken as an excuse for everyone to get some goddamn rest. Jaheira sacks out in one corner, Hector and Karlach snuggle up in another, Minsc and Boo just kind of vibe until the time is up.

If they're just stuck there indefinitely things get a lot more tense. Karlach and Minsc definitely start getting restless at the start of the second day and between them smash a large dent in the wall with brute force. Jaheira and Hector have to divide their time between examining the room and trying to figure out why they're there and how to communicate with anyone outside, and taking turns talking their two pet berserkers repeatedly down off the rage ledge.

11. Your characters are sharing stories around the fire. What story does each character tell? Whose story is the most popular?

Jaheira and Minsc probably do most of the talking here. They have lots of fun stories about traveling with Caden in Amn and before, and Hector (being a history nerd) and Karlach (being a bit hero-worshippy) are both FASCINATED to hear about it. When it's her turn, Karlach avoids talking about the Blood War entirely, even if encouraged, and focuses on telling stories from her childhood in Baldur's Gate. Hector feels a bit foolish because he doesn't feel like anything of story-worthy interest really happened at the monastery for the most part, and sort of avoids the question by making some comment about not being a good storyteller.

17. One of the characters in the group has been replaced by an evil doppelganger. How does the group figure out who it is?

Damn it, Orin! [shakes fist] XD

This was really Hector's nightmare scenario and when it turned out to be the case with Lae'zel it scared the shit out of him. I am pretty sure he and everyone in the camp came up with some secret code words and gestures after that to use for this purpose, things that Orin wouldn't know, in order to verify their identity with each other if there was ever further doubt. I don't think they'd be anything obvious, but something mundane that could be slipped into the conversation without arousing a potential doppelganger's suspicion.

#bjk talks #hector carlisle #ask meme #astreamofstars #ty for all the prompts! <3

[ok-boomerang]

Hey Lena!

Zutara Drabble # 5 & 8, please. ^.^

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” & “Wanna bet?”

Katara knocked once, briefly, on the Fire Lord’s office door before pushing it open and inviting herself in. She and Zuko had worked together for so long—had been friends for so long—that they no longer had the need, or the patience, for a semblance of formality.

Katara supposed that on some unlucky day in the future she might walk in on him practicing his Iroh impression, or worse (better?), with his pants down. But per usual, the Fire Lord was merely at his desk, head in hand, as his glazed-over eyes scanned some boring parchment.

“Hey Zuko,” chirped Katara, feeling herself almost expand upon seeing him, upon seeing the transformation of his face when his eyes fell on her—the subtle widening of his right eye, the easy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“Hey,” he said in response, setting his parchment aside and giving her his full attention. A piece of hair had fallen out of his top knot. “My favorite ambassador—"

“Mhm, whatever,” she joked back. “Funny how I become the favorite every time the fishing waters treaty is up for renewal—"

“You’re always my favorite, I just happen to point it out at specific times.”

Katara rolled her eyes, even though she felt her cheeks warm a little at Zuko’s words.

“Anyway,” she said, shrugging off that impossibility, “I’m just delivering the report on the healers in Fire Fountain City.” She handed him another piece of parchment, which Zuko took with some hesitation.

“The report on the healers—?” he muttered, eyes scanning the page. “But I didn’t need this for a couple more days—”

“Yes, well, Tanriq invited me to the Fire Lantern Festival tomorrow evening, so I got it done early.”

She watched as Zuko’s eyes stopped scanning the parchment, but he didn’t look up.

“Tanriq?” For some reason, his voice had gone up in pitch.

“Do you know another Tanriq?” Katara asked, curious at Zuko’s confusion.

“The—the ambassador from the Northern Water Tribe?”

“Of course,” said Katara slowly.

“You’re—together?”

“No,” she said immediately, and then chided herself. “I mean—I’m giving him a chance. So…maybe in the future? We’ll see how it goes—”

“It’s not going to go well,” Zuko interrupted her.

Katara blinked at him. “Huh?”

“I mean,” Zuko said, bringing his hands in front of him on the desk and rolling them together. “I just mean—it’s just a little odd, the two of you—the Fire Lantern Festival—"

“What’s so odd about it?” Katara asked, half surprised and half curious about the issue Zuko saw that she couldn’t. “I like festivals.”

“Right, but do you like them with Tanriq? I—I dunno you will.”

“Sure, he’s a little boring—”

“He doesn’t know you at all!” Zuko interjected, and then quieted, shifting his eyes. But he continued. “I mean, will he know to take you to the food stalls that sell ocean kumquats? Will he take you dancing early enough so you don’t miss the tsungi horn players?”

Katara laughed. “I can tell him not to!” she pointed out. “You don’t need to be worried for me, I’m sure we’ll have a fine time—”

“Wanna bet?”

Katara stared at him. “Do I want to…make a bet about whether I’ll enjoy myself on a date?”

“Um,” said Zuko, shifting in his seat so that the chair squeaked. The panic on his face did not match the regality of his formal robes. “No, that was uncalled for, sorry,” he said. “I—I—”

And as Zuko stuttered, and Katara stared at Zuko’s rapidly reddening cheeks, she came to an unlikely—but perhaps possible?—conclusion.

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She had to fight the urge to clap a hand to her mouth in horror. And if Zuko had looked skeptical whatsoever, she would have curled in on herself and scurried out the door like a goat dog with its tail between its legs. And then possibly quit her job and moved to the Foggy Swamp.

But Zuko didn’t look skeptical. Zuko did not calmly and coolly reject her suggestion. Instead, he noisily backed up his chair, stood, buried his hands in his hair, and yelped, “Me?! Jealous?! No—no, definitely not!” And then he laughed like an unhinged hyena leopard.

“I—” Katara started, over what sounded like the beginnings of a panic attack. “I—um,” she said, reminding herself that she was a waterbending master and teacher to the Avatar and she was not scared of anything—“I won’t go with him. If you—um—if you don’t want me to,” she said, knowing that her tone had drastically changed from teasing to serious.

Zuko’s laughter died down and he matched her serious expression. “Katara, no—I would never try to insert myself in your personal life—I’m sorry, I just got, um—” he paused, but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Can I take your bet then?”

“What?”

“But for the other side. I bet you I won’t have a nice time with Tanriq.”

“I—look—I was being childish—of course you’ll have a nice time—”

“Maybe,” she said, and Zuko’s face fell for the briefest moment before he schooled it to one of impassive regard once more. “But I think I’ll have a nicer time with someone who knows me better, like you said.”

Zuko looked away from her and stretched his arm behind him to rub the back of his neck. “I think you should go with whoever you want to go with,” he muttered.

Katara wanted to scream. But…she did want this more than she wanted to scream. “You,” she said, only a smidge of frustration in her voice. “I’d rather go with you.”

Zuko’s eyes snapped to hers. “Oh? Is that—is that—is that right?”

“If, um, if you want to,” she murmured, suddenly feeling her mortification rise. What if she’d gauged this wrong? She did get along with Hu in the Foggy Swamp. She could totally start a new life there.

“Yes,” Zuko said immediately. “I mean—yes. I do want.” His eyes were boring into hers.

“Um, great,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “So…I’ll tell Tanriq nevermind…and you’ll just need to tell your guards—”

“No,” Zuko said, leaning forward now, and Katara felt her blood thrill. “Many of the festival goers will wear masks. We can too.

“Really? But I don’t have a mask—"

“Don’t worry, I have an idea for us.”

#atla #zutara #drabble #zutara fanfiction #ask game #a twofer for one of my favorite moots! #TY FOR THE PROMPTS <3 <3 <3 #this one was fun to think up #ok they all have been #SORRY IT'S SO LONG #it's officially not a drabble #whoops

[dailydegurechaff]

time to pester rimu

this but Tanya and her stash

choco stash will never be given up.

#she cannot in fact quit when she wants #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #tanya von degurechaff #wilibald koenig #koenig #ask #bonus doodle #badman-blr #(ps its not pestering i love and appreciate u all who send me litte prompts ty <3)

[scionshtola]

9. The Warrior of Light has been through quite a lot, but what is a moment, big or small, that bolstered and renewed their spirit? Was it a cup of hot cocoa or a lovingly crafted sandwich? Did someone give them a few words or a gesture at just the right time that meant the world to them? (Of course, this can be a canon event or headcanon!) (x)

Corisande struggled after Haurchefant's death and though she tried to hide it from her companions, Estinien easily saw through the facade. He mostly did left her alone in that regard, but would sometimes sit quietly with her so she was not completely alone in her grief. And even though they hardly spoke, Corisande knew he understood her pain and appreciated his presence at her side. It was enough to keep her going in one of the hardest times of her life, and was the beginning of the deep friendship and respect they have for each other in the present.

#oc: corisande ymir #i feel like i write all of these answers in the tone of a student taking a test lasdkfdsa #anyway. i think a lot about that scene right before going to azys la where shtola is like we should be proud of how far we've come #and says the wol is like the hope of mankind or smth and estinien comes up like no. we still have things to accomplish #and i think it was then that cori really understood just how much he understands what its like to be them...the champion of a nation that #ppl idealize and look to even when they're suffering...idk #also i do imagine cori was like ty i appreciate that. never talk to shtola like that again. <3 asldfjsd #endwalker spoilers #ffxiv #cori lore prompts #dont @ me about the armor okay i needed his face to be visible. altho it would be funny if he just sat in silence next to cori #with his helmet on #gpose

[good-beanswrites]

Ahh ive been reading some of your writings and they're just so warm and fluffy to read (if that makes sense??) Though i cant really express it in the tags ;; also if its alright, may i please request blanket with mikoto or tears with fuuta? - @erimnar

Omg thank you -- I've been so grateful for your tags! :)) And thanks for the requests, I had a lot of fun with these woo! I went with a real fun one for Mikoto/Blanket (once again, picture T1 minigram vibes) and I'll post a slightly angstier one for Fuuta/Tears soon 👍

“Mikotoooo, just share with Muu,” the girl pouted. “I mean it!”

He scooted out of her reach. “What are you gonna do, stab me about it?”

Muu’s jaw dropped, but there was no real horror behind it. “Maybe!” She lunged for him again. 

After a strange rattling from the walls had woken some in the middle of the night, all the heat in the prison had seeped away. Es had left to fix it immediately, and no one had seen them for hours. In Mikoto’s opinion, they seemed better versed in law than plumbing and mechanical fixes. He had no idea how long they’d all be shivering like this in the winter chill.

The prisoners walked around all morning in a mismatch of spare layers. Mahiru giggled inside one of Shidou’s extra doctor coats, far too big on her. Mikoto hadn’t stopped laughing that Shidou owned extra doctor coats in the first place. Yuno’s stylish hats could be spotted on several of the prisoners, Mikoto included. (He’d given his own beanie to Kazui, earlier.) Fuuta had handed out a concerning amount of sweatshirts, and Muu had some fashionable scarves that gave enough warmth to be useful.

In addition to the ridiculous getups, they each carried their bed sheets around their shoulders. Mikoto was surprised to find himself the envy of the group.

A while back he’d requested a weighted blanket; he remembered finding one helpful when work got too overwhelming. Milgram had provided a fairly large one, though he felt it hadn’t worked as well here. He didn't expect it to cause a stir until Shidou pointed out that its weight would make it even warmer than his own. Following that, it didn’t take long to attract the small army of murderous children that were after him. 

As he stepped away from Muu, Yuno leapt at his other side, ready to snatch the blanket off of him. Although Haruka and Amane were too nervous to make a grab at him, they stood anxiously nearby rooting for his loss. Mahiru had jumped in as well. Her quick movements forced Mikoto to spin around and draw it even closer around his shoulders. Caring less about the blanket, but always ready to tackle someone, Fuuta joined the scuffle.

It wasn't like Mikoto cared about the blanket, either. He had no issue sharing it with the others. He knew the attitude in the prison had been dropping recently. Despite the brief camaraderie from sharing articles of clothing, everyone’s mood had been especially bitter today. As physical discomfort added to their mental strain, things could go south quickly. The place needed to liven up a bit.

He stepped back from the blanket thieves, flicking the corner of it from Fuuta’s hands. 

“Not so fast!”

Fuuta fumed. “You asshole…”

Yuno, meanwhile, seemed up for the challenge. “You’re quick!”

“I’ve had a bit of experience…” He flashed a wicked grin. Mikoto didn’t talk about his family much, but a few of the others knew he grew up on fairly good terms with a younger sister. His big brother instincts had developed just fine.

He darted this way and that. He faked and sidestepped and spun. As his opponents grew bolder, he ended up sweeping the blanket off his back. He swung it around the room with less effort than expected. He was stronger than he looked, and easily kept the girls at bay while wrestling Fuuta for the blanket. He let out a laugh as he fought back against all the grabbing hands. Taking advantage of the height difference, he lifted it directly over his head.

The position wasn’t the most secure, though. His taunts were quickly replaced by feigned cries as the others dragged him to the ground. As they pinned him down, a cheer erupted from Haruka before he covered his mouth. The others joined in the celebration as they claimed their prize.

Mikoto lamented, “you’re so cruel… you’re all so cruel…” It was good, he thought, hearing them all laugh.

The loss of his blanket wasn’t his only punishment. Heaving an exhausted breath, Yuno flopped down directly on top of him. She tucked herself and Muu into the blanket. Then Mahiru wiggled in, beckoning to Amane and Haruka. By the time they all nestled in, there was just barely enough room for Fuuta to squeeze in with everyone. 

Mikoto wheezed from under the pile of prisoners.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “You win. Fuck -- let me breathe...”

Mahiru just made herself more comfortable. “But you’re so warm!” The others muttered their agreement. Not one showed any sign of moving. The prison was far too cold to give up heat like this, after all.

“That’s because you all made me work so hard!” He huffed. “Come on.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muu giggled, doing a poor impression of his voice, “murd--”

“-- Aw, shaddup…”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #muu kusunoki #and others #it was silly but i was still able to wiggle some of my serious headcanons in! #mikoto being able to read a room and know when and how to pick things up with a bit of charisma #him having great big brother/roughhousing/antagonizing for no reason instincts sdfdsfds #and having a lot of stress relief habits that he swears by - and then cant understand why they arent working #(because orekoto usually does all the stress relief with physical exertion) #oh and also the fact that hes really chill about joking about their situation in milgram sfdsdfgfd 💀 #thank you sm for the requests! #and i mean it -- i was so happy seeing your tags ;-; ty for the kind words! #also ive been on this site for a while and its the first time ive seen that 'tagging a sideblog on an anon ask' trick so you get notified #thats so smart omg #ill tag you whenever i post the fuuta one #i know i dont have to do both prompts but theres no way im missing an opportunity to make my fave cry hehehe >:3 #drabbles

[moonlitkilljoy]

@giftober 2022 | day 15: one object

Mr. Reachy from The Venture Bros.

+ BONUS Mr. Reachmore

#vbros #venture bros #the venture bros #dean venture #gif #gifset #bennys gifsets #i've always really liked being able to see the progression of what mr reachy looks like throughout the series :-) #with the slashes and then the stitching and then the slight burn after the fire #the fact that dean holds onto him anyway is really neat #also i love mr reachmore and the fact that his name is mr reachmore. thats so good.... big reachy #im very tired apologies if this is borderline incoherent GLKDFKJL #i am getting pretty far behind but hopefully i catch up before the 31st >_< #and if i dont then ill simply carry on into november <3 #not that i'll stop making these when giftober ends! i'll definitely keep making them #just without prompts is all :D #i've discovered a new passion for gifmaking through this jgkfljkdglj #huge ty to the creator of giftober for that :] #anyway have a nice day/night yall ^^

[byanyan]

soft little inbox call... like and i'll go into ur meme tag & send u a prompt 💜

#if ur a multi pls comment with the muse u'd like the prompt for ty #I wanna do smth more than just post headcanons to engage with y'all but #I'm at about -5% functionality tonight so I don't wanna do TOO much yk #picking a prompt to send u is about all I got tonight #feel free to specify a verse or smth too tho... if ur feeling smth more specific #idk man gimme smth to do bc I got tilted after about 3 ow games & I want SOME stimulation but not too much lmaoahfksg #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ inbox call ⋮ please keep me down from the ledges.

[dingoat]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Tagged by @cinlat ! Thank you! Wow it was fun going back on all these bits of writing hahaha, the RP has definitely been going on all this time but to get to ten actual posted pieces I had to travel quite a long way back. Definitely makes me want to actually set down more of the ideas and musings I let float around in my head. @storyknitter @queen-scribbles @mimabeann @vespertine-legacy @tehriel @swtorpadawan @greencrusader13 if any of you folk feel inclined to play along please do!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Void-touched - Five never bothered with mirrors these days.

Five Years - He was as infuriating as he’d ever been.

Prompt: Six Repressed Memories - The night before, they’d stayed up late, conspiring in the fort in whispers that were too loud, overstimulated and giddy for the day to come.

Prompt: Repressed Memory for the Best Girl - The moon was bright and her belly was full, and best of all the pain had stopped, she’d found the source and shut it down and now everything was still and peaceful.

Artificial - Libby had wanted to hike Mount Marvellous for as long as she could remember, and she was beside herself when she finally had the opportunity to book a tour and be guided up the mountainside after years of training and research.

Prompt: Kiss, as a promise - “I don’t want to go.”

Prompt: "You could have died." - The days had been leisurely and indulgent, but with time came room for doubts and misgivings to creep in, giving a sour edge to the otherwise thoroughly pleasant experience of exploring the late Darth Vesstriss’ private estate.

Prompt: Protect - “Fynta. Hey. Hey is that you?”

Epilogue II - His bright blue eyes were the last things she saw before the lake swallowed her.

Prompt: "I'm only here to establish an alibi." - “WHOOOOAAAA–!!” Three voices hollered out in chorus as the out of town competitor, a burly selonian with jagged patterns bleached into her dark fur, was sent skidding across the ring.

#tag game #writing tag game #actually pleasantly surprised by the variety in my openings #I think something I can pick up from this #is that prompts make me way more productive #and I know it's the psychology acting there #I could pick up a prompt list and roll a d20 and go for it #but it's just not the same as that initial human interaction? #that teeny tiny show of interest? #but that's probably also why #putting out prompt lists all the time makes me feel like I'm begging/being annoying #which tends to stay my hand 99% of the time #and I really should just #put out there #give as much as I hope to receive #and let the wild flow of the internet take its course #anyway #THIS WAS REAL FUN I still love all these stories so much? #ty <3

[capricioussun]

i feel bad for this but Drawn and frail for fellpap

I got really melodramatic with this one otl

Ao3

CW for reference to implied torture, imprisonment, "canon typical violence"

Prompt list

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The corridor felt longer than it ever had before. Longer even than the first time Asgore led her there, growing darker, colder with every step. A familiar, old door loomed at the end, groaning as she forced it open, rusty hinges crying a warning to any held captive in the cells beyond.

Barring some dust here and there she wouldn't waste time thinking on, all were empty. All but one.

She made her way on stiff legs to the farthest cell, every step echoing in the unnatural silence. Her body ached, exhaustion fighting to take hold after everything it'd taken to get this far. But it had all been worth it. The rebellion had finally taken the throne. The barrier was broken. After all this time, they were really, truly all free now. Or would be, soon.

Very little light found its way this far, but still, a ghost of her shadow fell over the heavy door. The key struggled to turn, the rotted wood cracking loudly as the door was raucously thrown open, and her shadow stretched out further, just shy of the prisoner. Even the dim light could not reach him where he lay, curled against the far wall.

He startled harshly at the sound, drawing in on himself and raising a hand as if it was somehow bright enough he'd need to shield his eyes. Faintly, his bones had begun to rattle – a chalky, hollow sound unsoftened by fabric, stripped and sallow.

Anger and grief swelled chokingly quick, making her dizzy, nearly blinded with rage. That the near unrecognizable monster before her, impossibly small and frail, trembling and holding himself close with not fear but resignation, could be the same as her once fellow Captain, her Lieutenant...her friend. It was unconscionable.

Suddenly, the shifting of her armor with every step on the stone floor sounded cacophonous in the small room. Her presence large and imposing before him, likely mirroring whatever scenes played out here before, on the rare occasion he was "tended" to. Closer now, his mistreatment became all the clearer.

The pale magic gathered at his joints was a sickly tan, thicker and partially dried at wounds left unhealed, discolored bruises marred at least half his body, and his bones looked thin enough to shatter if he so much as tried to stand on his own. She would've thought it impossible for a skeleton to look gaunt before today.

Papyrus – and it was, truly Papyrus –tilted his head, hand lowering slightly as he looked up at her, or maybe he was too weak to continue holding it up so high. His sockets looked sunken and somehow even darker than when he normally forwent using eyelights, but even that wasn't quite so haunting has his expression.

Soul-deep exhaustion.  Weak and tired, teetering dangerously close to the edge of Falling. No fear, no acknowledgment, maybe a scrap of uncertainty, perhaps wondering what she was there for if not punishment, or why it was taking so long to start. Her soul twisted painfully in her chest, gloves creaking from hands clenched tight at her sides, nearly as tight as her jaw, sending a dull throb through her already aching head.

Without warning, she turned on heel, storming back out of the cell and down the hall. At the very least he deserved a shred of dignity preserved. She could give him that much. The trip back to the connecting corridor was brief, quicker still to tear a piece of the drapes from the window. She only slowed upon reaching the room again, though not as much as before, not allowing hesitation as she moved back toward her once fierce ally.

In a swift maneuver, she drew the fabric around him as she knelt. She could remember a time she'd threatened him for growing taller than her, but as he flinched away at the unexpected touch, he looked so very much like that small, anxious child she'd seen trailing behind his brother at the labs all those years ago.

Her hands shook with fury that had no place to go, carefully tucking the makeshift blanket around him as that lingering raised hand found their joint by his collarbone. Those despondent eyes wrested her attention and she'd known, she'd known from the start of this what she had to do. They'd both have died down here, rotting in this prison if Asgore had turned his wrath on her as well. How many others would've suffered alongside them.

The truth did little to assuage her guilt, hot and strangling not unlike the urge to cry but infinitely more wrathful. But of course it was him to make that sacrifice, of course.

"Told you I'd still save your scrawny ass," she managed in a ragged whisper. A bitter laugh choked her, forced to look away as Papyrus still showed no sign of recognition.

Her hands shook nearly in time with his tremors, clasped firmly around his fragile shoulders. There was no resistance when she pulled him forward with more care than she'd ever handled him in all their years together. He merely fell against her and she bundled him close, searching for relief beyond the rage.

Not ideal, no, but he was alive. They both were. She'd kept her word and they could finally both go home. Better yet, make new ones on the surface.

"Shouldn'a taken so long," her voice shook, gravel from days of shouting orders, strained from tears she couldn't shed, "I'm-" her voice cracked so she clenched her jaw tighter, "I'm sorry, Papyrus."

"You shouldn't have- this wasn't supposed to..." her words tapered off as she realized he'd stilled in her embrace.

Forcing panic aside, she pulled away only enough to see his face. At the movement, his sockets opened blearily, a stubborn tremble or two shaking him, but only a deep need for rest looked back at her. In the stiflingly musty air, she could still feel the pulse of his soul so close to her, the low crackle of his magic, still alive and flowing, as his eyes lulled closed again.

Easing him back to her shoulder, a shuddering sigh wracked her. The relief began trickling in then, at last. Despite his condition, he knew he was safe now. It wouldn't be long until she could get him the true help he needed, and then his recovery could begin.

As mindfully as she could, she pulled herself to her feet with Papyrus gathered securely in her arms, stirring briefly but already dozing again as she made their way back to the others.

Beyond a shadow of doubt, she knew if anyone could bounce back from months of this form of hell, it would be him. And she'd do everything to be there for him this time, every step of the way.

#cs follower fics #<- new tag I gotta update and put all the other ones in <3 #weia-yo #ty for the prompt!!! 💕 oh how I love tossing him in a wood chipper #underfell #uf edge #uf levi #underfell papyrus #underfell undyne #angst #hurt comfort #implied torture #overcast moonlight #lmk abt any typos plllsssss

[enhanced-operatives-division]

handler for the bingo?

Bingo game here!

1 Bingo!

#i need to make a post about him being autistic oh my god.........i have so mamy thoughts #mainly a silly comic strip of “no agent I don't have autism” and then it's all his autistic traits #anyways. yeah. bramston (?) pickle and cheese sandwitches on brown bread for that man. please #i love him :( #also like him better in a dynamic...i already LOVE him but his relationships with other characters just. make him even better #ANYWAYS #doodle updates...doing coursework tonight but...im fairly clear tomorrow!!!! #i have some meaty asks and they'll totally help #so far down 2/30 pages o7 #need to do uhhh 3 designs...mainly 2 are redesigns because of a prompt i got...im kinna hyled about it tho #anyways!!! ty for the ask :3c #very fun!!! he's so silly #ieytd #sure why not #might not main tag all of them but this is the first i digress #back to sewing 💯 #[Agency Breakroom - Ask Game]

[cerealmonster15]

If requests are still open, then perhaps a Lark and Sparrow in a7 and a6 respectively >:•

oh spark and arrow what has life done to you

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#dndads #sparrow oak #lark oak #asks #serikyl #cereal tries to draw #dungeons and daddies #i dont thhhiink ive ever drawn them before? #im still figuring out all my dndads design ideas lol #i havent really warmed my hand up yet either so SORRY if it's a lil rough #but ty for the suggestion <3 #im p much always open 2 prompts/suggestions

[inafieldofdaisies]

harsh whisper + Oliver x Oakley?

Prompt: Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story (3-10 sentences) with the word corresponding to it.

"Well, look at that, breaking rules, are we.", Oliver watched a Peggie do another round around the perimeter, the unmistakable red glow in the dark making him raise an eyebrow as the cultist took a hungry drag of his cigarette. The second he turned around McKenzie sprang into action or at least he attempted to, only for a hand to grab at his shirt roughly and yank him back to his hiding spot. "15 seconds.", Oakley's words were a harsh whisper full of irritation as she crouched down next to him, "That's how much he has on you, just enough to activate the alarm and have this place crawling with more Peggies as soon as he hears you behind him." Her hold on his shirt remained, "I know what I'm doing." "Are you sure about that?", hot breath fanned his face when she leaned in, "Maybe I should have sat back and watched... let you try to 'Houdini' your way out of this one." "You, watching me? Tempting, Moore." Her eyes narrowed at his flirtatious tone, "You want a repeat of our first meeting, McKenzie, is that it?" Oliver pushed his luck further, smirking at the memory, "Perhaps, with a little role reversal." She held his gaze for a couple of beats, long enough for the Peggie to circle around again, forcing her to inch closer in order to avoid being spotted. "Stay out of my way... and try to leave some alive for intel.", Oakley warned before swiftly taking off as soon as the cultist turned his back on them, her all black attire helping her blend in with the shadows perfectly while she stalked after her prey. "Goddamn, why do you have to be so hot.", McKenzie muttered under his breath as she grabbed the (un)lucky Eden's Gate enforcer, rendering him unconscious in a blink.

#it went well? I think 🤣🤣🤣 #For Oakley mostly that is; Oliver is all *heart eyes* at her slaying 🤣 #ty for the ask <3 #oc: oakley moore #oc: oliver mckenzie #wip: in hope of tomorrow #ask prompt #micro story #Micro story prompt #ask game #writing prompts #prompt snippet #ship ask game #ship dynamics #ocs

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

17 with Corunir and Est maybe? which one of them is in the Situation is up to you

17- tending to an injury/wound/illness

sometime vaguely post-canon, in my own version of the angle i put into est-verse a few months before lotro the angle was announced lmao

They return to Bâr Randir in the warm afternoon, the sunlight filtered gold and green through the first changing leaves. It will be cooler come night, but for now they shed their cloaks and outer layers gladly, lounging in the grass and losing themselves in easy chatter while they tend to their equipment. 

It’s only when Corunir cringes at the rasp of a whetstone on steel that Esterín looks at him more closely. He’s at the edge of their loose circle, in the shadow of the building and half turned away, speaking only sparingly, something drawn tight in his face even at the inoffensive noise. She sets down her half-mended bag and crouches beside him.

“Corunir?” she asks softly. He offers her a wan, pinched smile and sighs just as quietly. Her eyes go almost involuntarily to the scar that only just shows beneath his hair, then back to his face in question. He ducks his head in admission and she takes his hand and draws him up. “Leave it,” she says when he reaches for his scattered gear. “I’ll come back for it.” She waves briefly to Braigiar and the others and tugs Corunir gently into Bâr Randir.

He slumps against the wall the moment they are beyond the reach of the sun, pressing his forehead to the cool stones. “You could have said,” she says idly, keeping only the lightest of touches against his arm.

“It wasn’t all that bad yet,” he protests, but he doesn’t open his eyes. He lets Esterín duck under one arm and pull him along, down the familiar halls to her own room. “I wanted to enjoy the afternoon while I could. This weather won’t last much longer.” Esterín frowns.

“Can you much enjoy it at all like this?” He shrugs.

“As much as I could enjoy being anywhere else when it gets bad.” Esterín only hums noncommittally and stops before her door. Corunir blinks his eyes open with a wince and pulls away.

Her room here is small, not much more than bed and table and a wide chest, but it’s hers. Her only great regret is the lack of windows, tucked on the inside of the circular hall on this level rather than the outside, but days like this it’s something of a blessing. It’s cool, and dark, and far from the noise of the common areas or the yards outside- and far nearer than Corunir’s own home deeper in Dol Halcalan. Corunir sits heavily on the edge of the bed and rests his elbows on his knees, grinding the heels of his hands into his eyes. Esterín calls forth a small, dim light and keeps the bulk of her body between it and Corunir, searching through her desk by feel more than anything.

She’s gotten much better at this, the cooling rune, tucking a small, round stone carved with tight, narrow lines into a sleeve of fine sand or dried beans. She doesn’t often use it for herself, whatever pain she would seek to soothe too often driving her to distraction beyond the careful control required to keep it only cool and not cold, letting in no more than a breath of winter to chill the weighted sleeve. It’s terribly useful for this, though, especially when so little else seems to help. Corunir droops over himself more and more while she watches, waiting for the cool to spread through the bag. It always seems to get so much worse all at once, leaving him quiet and oversensitive and strangely pale, flinching back from noise and light and even gentle touches, and there is so little she can do but let him alone to sleep the worst of it off. It comes like this more rarely, now, but Esterín never fails to feel wildly insufficient.

She touches his shoulder gently, letting the light die away, but his teeth are still clenched against the great pain she knows is growing in his head. “Lie down,” she says softly, holding out the cold sleeve, and it never really is a reassuring thing when he goes unprotesting, nearly falling flat with a long exhale and letting her lay the bag over his eyes. He catches her wrist in a weak grip before she pulls away entirely, squeezing once before letting her go. “Sleep,” she says, and leaves him to rest.

#ask games #my stories #est #corunir #asdfsd other Situation prompts much delayed by my brain doing the same thing to me i was doing to corunir (inflict migraine) #we're all good now but it Is funny #the est + corunir collection #ty friend <3

[rollercoasterwords]

i just reread "alice, look at me" for like the third time and just everything about that fic is so compelling. i'd never considered that ship before but now i'm just constantly rotating them in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. do you have any more thoughts about them floating around? spare crumbs?

eee thank you!! that fic is my horrible little child i love alice/narcissa <3

and crumbs HMMM well. something i was thinking abt this morning that i did not really explore in depth in that fic but could be inferred is like. in the context of a canon-compliant alicissa fic i feel like their relationship could be a big motivating factor in why alice joins the war. like. through her relationship w narcissa she sees firsthand how horrible pureblood society/culture/traditions are and how it's like this spider's web that people like narcissa (from alice's pov, at least) get tangled in and can't free themselves from and like. she's so angry and she wants to destroy the whole system that (again, from alice's pov) is keeping them apart. and i think it would be so fun funky and fresh for alice and narcissa to have a conversation where narcissa is like please don't join the Order and alice is like i'm doing this for you and narcissa is like if you wanna do something for me u wouldn't join and just!! ugggghggggggghh makes my brain melt narcissa is the princess trapped in a tower and alice wants to rescue her so badly but the problem is that alice can't understand and narcissa can't admit that narcissa loves the dragon imprisoning her too much to leave it.....might! have 2 write abt this for one of those little siken prompts i have sitting in my inbox rn lmao. alicissa brainrot overtaking my mind once again <3

#alice look at me #also ty 2 everyone who sent little siken prompts!! #gonna do them this morning bc i simply. have nothing 2 do at work except sit at a desk all day <3 #a bit silly that i even have to go in at all this week but. i am getting paid so i will not complain <3 #ask

[hirokiyuu]

Nem/Sym "he's not my boyfriend" (or just flustered/in denial in general. If there was a prompt list I missed it ;~;)

"Oh, sorry," says Cal, rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck; "I just, uh, I mean, you guys are together a lot, it seems like...?"

Stars above--Nem can feel her whole dumb face turning redder than her hair and the worst part is she can't even get mad about this the way she would with anyone else--she and Cal have barely started talking again, and exploding over this would be a hundred steps back. "I don't," she starts, only to find that for some reason that's escaping even her, think of him that way won't come out of her mouth.

#hehehehehe ty lini. my comrade in sym/nem #and dw dw theres no prompt list 3 sen are a free for all #if u got others pls feel free. as usual 3sen disclaimer i wont do all of them prolly but #how do you writing #restlessreveries #i was a teenage exocolonist #asks #ask memes

[icehearts]

7 & 21 !

[ sexuality headcanons & questions ] I'm done with these for now ;w; thank you all for the asks!

7 was previously answered here!

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

Oh boy oh boy! wol!AU time!

I sorta mentioned this in an earlier answer! What she builds with Thancred eventually approaches a (somewhat) healthy relationship with the mutual trust and respect needed for her to release control in a sexual dynamic.

It wasn't always like that, though; the beginning of their relationship was primarily a physical one. Co-workers with easy chemistry. It felt good to be together, blowing off steam in the spare time between their respective jobs, and that was enough. Really, though, they were like two actors wearing carefully-sculpted masks, playing their respective roles, neither willing to let the other see past the facade.

I don't need to recount the whole story, but Heavensward was a major turning point with things finally culminating some time after the Scions return to the Source. (I have a lot of wol!AU thoughts that might get elaborated on in the future, but this is fine for now.)

#ty for the ask <3 #they mean a lot to me #might actually get around to organizing all my wolcred thoughts #WE'LL SEE #prompt tag #answered prompts #wol: esca