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demigoddessqueens · 7 months

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U: Clarity and Murkiness [on the Contrasting Symbolism list] since you Vax needs more fluff. Vax fluff please

Of course! 🫡

Prompts can be found HERE if others are interested; Y/n is a tiefling

clarity 🤍 and murkiness 🖤

You had been gone too long for his liking. Vex knew you could take care of yourself but felt a twinge of pity for her brother as he paced endlessly.

“We’ll still be here if you need to go look for them.”

“Are you sure, sister?”

She nodded reassuringly.

Unfurling his wings, Vax took to the skies in search of you.

Lost in his thoughts, Vax thought that there had been one too many close calls for the group as a whole, you particularly.

Working through his newfound calling to the Raven Queen in life, it clashed with the feelings he had for you. At times he felt guilty for pushing you away.

And then there were other times he wanted nothing more than to just hold you in his arms, and pour all that love into kisses?

Champion? Or lover? Why did he feel like he had to choose? Was it so impossible to be both?

The skies were getting darker and storm clouds began to rumble. Still, he flew higher to where the clouds just began to gather.

A buzzing in his ear felt like it was dragging him down. The growing anxiety as the lightning became more prominent gnawed at him. He had to find you, you had to be ok, he needs—!

Frantically looking downward, in the eye of the growing storm where it was still clear, Vax started to see a shape take form. Your gear, your hair and the rest of you came into vision

Laughing in relief, he plummeted down from the skies as you were making way back from the hunting you’d done.

You smiled in surprise as he landed abruptly next to you, pulling him into a friendly hug. At least on your end. Vax hoped there was a more underlying reason to it.

Removing a leaf that got caught in your horns, he walked back with you, leaning a bit closer than he usually did.

“You were gone too long. I started to get worried.”

“No need, I always come back. Just like I know you always do too.”

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chaotic-goodsir · 3 months

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prompt 100 for curtwen?

Thanks for the ask! Despite my plans this ended up being much too long for a drabble and a little bit angsty for fluff, but here you go anyway 😅

(Shout out to the Curtwen song of all time Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives for some of the inspiration for this...)

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Curt wakes in the middle of the night to find Owen isn’t there.

The realisation hits with a jolt of panic, and he’s wide awake at once. There’s no light on in the en-suite, no sign of Owen’s presence in the room except for the crumpled sheets on his side of the bed and the door sitting slightly ajar.

Curt scrambles out of bed, throwing on yesterday’s shirt that he left on the floor, and heads out into the hall.

The house is dark. There’s a bright moon outside tonight, and a pale glow reaching in through the windows, but none of the lights are on. Curt tries the study first, guest room, bathroom. His mother’s bedroom door is closed, and he can hear her snoring faintly inside.

He heads downstairs, all too aware that he can’t hear any movement except his own footsteps on the tiled floor. He wonders for a horrible, anxious moment if Owen has left the safehouse altogether, made a break for it now that Curt’s guard is down.

Then he sees the figure through the kitchen window, standing motionless on the drive.

The safehouse is close to the sea, looking out at the shoreline from this direction, so Owen’s shape is silhouetted against the moonlight reflected on the water. He’s wearing the blue plaid dressing gown that Curt’s mother keeps for guests, The light fabric flutters behind him in the breeze.

Curt opens the kitchen door. It creaks, and Owen spins around, startled.

He looks like he’s been crying.

Curt has only seen Owen cry once before, six months ago on a staircase while Curt held a gun trained on his forehead. Every day since, Curt thanks whatever god exists or cares that he didn’t fire that gun.

‘Hey,’ he says now. standing awkwardly in the doorway in his shirt and boxers. ‘I woke up and you were gone, so…’

‘I needed some air.’

‘Okay.’ Curt says, eyes falling on Owen’s hands shaking at his sides. Owen notices and quickly shoves them in the pockets of the dressing gown.

‘I’m fine, Curt. Please go inside.’

‘What if I said no? I mean, no offense, but I don’t exactly trust you not to run. And technically you’re on house arrest, so you shouldn’t be out here at all.’

He tries to make the last part sound light-hearted, but Owen doesn’t look amused.

‘Why should you care, if I did run?’ he says bitterly. ‘Wouldn’t that be for the best?’

Curt stares at him. He steps down from the doorway, but Owen turns away, looking back towards the shoreline.

‘You’re better off without me. So’s your mother. God knows she’s been a saint, putting up with all of this.’

‘My mom doesn’t mind.’ Curt walks up beside him and tries to put a hand on his arm. Owen flinches away so violently at the sudden touch that Curt’s chest aches.

‘That isn’t the point! And this is exactly what I mean. Everything you’ve both done for me, it’s because you want someone else, someone who doesn’t do that, for god’s sake. Maybe you think if you try hard enough I’ll change back, become that person again. But that isn’t how this works, love. And I don’t deserve the effort.’

He doesn’t look at Curt while he says it, just directs all his anger at the sea, which carries on its usual murmur of waves, indifferent to both of them. Curt watches Owen’s face screw up in frustration, watches his hands dart around as he talks, hears the private-school accent slip a little the way it always does when he’s upset. The way it always has done.

‘I’m not trying to change you,’ He says quietly.

Owen turns to look at him. From here, Curt can see the red in his eyes, the dark circles under them. Owen told him he’d been sleeping better recently - now he wonders if that was a lie, to get him to stop asking.

Owen shakes his head. ‘You really don’t have to lie to me.’

‘I’m not,’ Curt says, hearing his own voice crack a little. ‘There’s nothing I would change about you.’

He puts a hand on Owen’s arm again, and Owen doesn’t flinch this time - just looks down at it, frowning, like he’s never seen Curts hand before.

‘I mean I’d change what happened, yeah. All of it, if I could. But you… you’re still the person I love. I know you think you’re not, but I see it, even if you don’t. I thought you were gone, and now I have you back, and I wouldn’t change that for the fucking world, Owen.’ He can feel the tears on his face now, but he’s always cried so much more easily than Owen. There’s no point being ashamed about it. ‘Okay? So don’t you dare run off on me because you think you’re this – I don’t know, this monster or whatever. So what if you are! You were pretty messed up before and I loved you then. Why wouldn’t I still love you now?’

He's gripping Owen’s arm too tightly now, he realises. He lets go, stands there catching his breath after saying so much so quickly. He hadn’t meant to – the words just started pouring out, and he’s so tired of not telling Owen how much he needs him to stay. Now that he’s started he’s not sure he’ll ever stop.

For a moment Owen just stares at him, mouth slightly open like he doesn’t know how to reply. Then he seems to pull himself together, and smiles slightly.

‘Messed up before, was I?’ He says, raising an eyebrow.

See, Curt thinks. There you are.

‘Come on. You know it.’

Owen laughs, stepping closer. Slowly, he lifts a hand to Curt's face and wipes a tear from his cheek with the dressing-gown sleeve.

‘Then I suppose it would be true to character if I kissed you right now, in plain view, in front of your mother’s home, while you’re telling me I’m a monster that you nonetheless love?’

‘Oh, yeah. Definitely.’

‘Mm. Good.’ Owen says, and does exactly that.

#thanks again for the ask anon!#i hope you like it :)#owen can have some dramatic staring at the ocean #as a treat #curt charging past every red flag on purpose #spies are forever #curtwen #writing prompt asks #my writing

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carbonateddelusion · 1 year

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hello me, might I say you're looking mighty boyboss today?

△ for Elijah... do you regret killing the kidduns? or are you just mad you got caught?

Elijah stares a bit in quiet disbelief before chuckling, his hands rising to cover his face.

"Oh. Oh, I get it. IIIIII GET IT." He throws his arms down to his sides. "You- Y'want me to admit it, huh? Y'want me to admit that I'm some- some- some evil psychopath that just LOVES killing children, huh? Y'think I LIKED it? Think that I- I WANTED them to-"

Thin fingers with poorly painted nails start anxiously combing through his hair, the polish chipped from being picked at. He looks anywhere but at you as his speech quickens.

"I didn't WANT to. Okay? I-I didn't- I didn't roll outta bed one day just itchin' to KILL people! When I try to sleep at night I can't stop thinking about it... I have nightmares, like- like it's happening again. But that's not whatcha wanna hear, right? Y'wanna hear about how I'm DANGEROUS and VIOLENT and-"

The room goes silent. He finally looks at you again.

"You think I'm a freak, right? A sick fucking freak. Just like all the rest. I knew it.

"I- I KNEW it! You're just like everyone else! You're just like THEM! Maybe- Maybe if those little spoiled SHITS didn't look at me like you're looking at me now they wouldn't be ROTTING IN THE FUCKING GROUND WHERE THEY BELONG! Looking at me like I'm some sort of monster! YOU MADE ME THIS WAY! YOU ALL DID! IT'S YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE THE MONSTERS! NOT ME!"

#writing prompt asks #oc #not my oc #ben writes things because i force him to #beanie elijah #in the 80s #elijah in the 80s #child murder cw #ask to tag #he is insane. go give ben some love for this writing #it's very hard for him to write #child death cw

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friend-of-giants · 2 years

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From that prompt list you mentioned in the server, how about “ you’re so beautiful when you laugh. i wish i could see it more, but maybe it’s the rarity of it that makes it so captivating. ” or “ close your eyes. go back to sleep. nothing can hurt you while i’m here. ” for your choice of ship? :)

From the second I saw this ask, I knew exactly what I wanted to write. It's just taken me a while to get around to it, but here it is!

Prompt: "Close your eyes, go back to sleep. Nothing can hurt you while I'm here."

Word count: 1045

Tags: @cwahsont @vilkas @lookathooves @reachfolk @qah-naarin

A change from my usual, there's hardly any dialogue in this and it's mostly just introspection. What better time to reflect on the life you've been given than when you're sitting by a campfire under a perfect night sky?

(P.S. the position Teldryn is sleeping in is based on how I sleep, I've been told it's strange and looks uncomfy lmao but it isn't!)

A wolf howled somewhere off in the distance, a lonely soul searching for its pack, perhaps, or maybe a call to dinner. Masser and Secunda hung low in the sky as faint slivers of bronze, topped by roiling ribbons of a deep sapphire blue, verging on purple. No matter how many times the aurora graced the heavens, Wren never missed the chance to watch their dance. She thought them a gift from Azura, a display of appreciation from the Queen of the Night Sky.

Next to her, the campfire burned brightly, its light illuminating a small swath of still, tall grasses around them. The breeze was absent. There was no rustling of foliage, only the gentle crackle of their fire, the whispery breaths of their horses that lay nearby, and the occasional cry of animals as they went about their lives after dark. Beyond the light's reach was a void of blackish-gray, the only indication that she was on land at all being a distinct boundary on the horizon between the nothingness and a sky full of stars. She may as well be on a small island floating in the Void, as in that moment, nothing else in Tamriel mattered aside from her own little world lit up by the fire, and the busy night sky that lay above.

Wren turned her gaze to the bedroll opposite the fire, where Teldryn lay sprawled out on top of it on his side, one leg pulled up toward his chest while the other stretched out behind him. Both arms were curled around his face, as if he were shielding himself from an incoming punch. She grinned and puffed out a breath of silent amusement, what an odd position to find comfortable! In a few more hours she would have to wake him to take over the watch, though she hated to do so when he looked so peaceful. She was growing tired, and briefly considered pushing his arms aside and crawling in next to him to rest for a bit, but knew she would fall asleep or become too distracted to keep her ears tuned in for any approaching danger.

So she remained as she was, legs crossed beneath her with a soft smile on her face as she watched him sleep. A moth fluttered up from behind him where it had been hiding in the grass, catching her eye as it rose. It mingled with the sparks from the fire before the heat overwhelmed it, and the little creature dropped into the flames in a tiny puff of smoke. Wren let out a little chuckle at its demise, then felt a sudden sense of sympathy for it. The thought of meeting one's end after being drawn in by something so beautiful, so alluring and inescapable was a little unsettling.

The possibility remained that the same could happen to her. It had happened before; much like the moth, she had been attracted to an aspect of life so warm and bright, only she had been drenched in oil, in dragon's blood, which had hastened her own fall into the flames. It frightened her, knowing she was merely a plaything of the higher powers. They had cursed her with the blood and soul of a dragon, the very trait that caused her immeasurable pain and grief that she wouldn't wish on anyone. She hoped this time, as she began to find some comfort in life again, that it would not burn her to ashes, for it would be the last time she would let that happen.

A sharp jingle rang out through the still air, one of their horses shaking their head and rattling their halter. Wren merely shifted her gaze to the direction of the sound, but the noise roused Teldryn, who stretched out and groaned before opening his eyes.

"Everything alright?" At the sound of his groggy words, a smile began to work its way to her lips. He lifted his head from the ground and propped himself up onto an elbow, his eyes flicking across the darkened horizon beyond the firelight. "What was that?"

"Nothing, Tel. Just the horses."

"Are you sure?"

Wren nodded. "I'm sure. Probably just Dagon trying to get his halter off again, the little bastard."

"If you say so." He squinted at her, concern shadowing his face. "You tired? Want me to keep watch for a while?"

"Aye, I'm tired but I've got this. I'll wake you later." She scooted closer, grabbed at his hand and let their fingers intertwine, and his once stiff posture relaxed. "Now close your eyes, go back to sleep. Nothing can hurt you while I'm here."

"It's not me that I worry about, daelha," he whispered, giving her hand a firm squeeze. "You never know what's out there lurking."

"True, but I'll hear it coming before it has a chance. You can trust me." She ran her fingers across the handle of her axe which lay at her side, as if to be sure it was still there. "Quit worrying about me and get some sleep. We have a long ride ahead of us come sunrise."

Teldryn hummed agreeably and went back to his goofy sleeping position, though he kept one arm outstretched to keep her hand in his. Wren sat there, a smile etched onto her features as she watched the lights slither through the inky blackness above her like great celestial snakes.

No, nothing would bring them harm on this night, she could be certain of that. Any dangers would be sensed before they stepped into the firelight, and would be greeted with some choice words and a spike of ebony between their eyes. Wren had found happiness in her life once again, maybe even a purpose, something special that was worth defending. She would risk her life, and if needed, fight the Gods themselves to protect him, and she knew without a doubt that Teldryn would do the same for her.

Her fingers wrapped tighter around his, and he let out a sleepy grumble before giving a little squeeze back. She returned her gaze to the heavens again, smiling as widely as her lips would allow. A warm, dull ache grew in her cheeks. It hurt a little, but she let it burn.

#writing prompt asks #my writing #oc: wren #teldryn sero #this is one of the most mushy and shippy things ive written recently and i dont regret it #no i do not have a ship name for these 2 lol

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weightedblankettt · 7 months

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1, 13, 27?

I. Definitely some of my Swap AU fics… I’m not very proud of the earlier ones but I’m still so in love with the concept.

XIII. Like… maybe a 4-5? i feel like with practice i could learn how to worldbuild more effectively, but as for right now i do what i can tbh

XXVII. Even if i did… I do this like ALL THE TIME so i say do what you want!! i start them off with dialogue to set the tone and mood for the story sometimes

#blanket rambles #writing prompt asks

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creativepromptsforwriting · 27 days

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Asking for permission

"Can I hold your hand?"

"Is it okay to kiss you?"

"Can I hug you?"

"Can I call you later?"

"Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?"

"Can I touch your hair?"

"I would love to spoil you, can I do this for you?"

"Can I tell people about us?"

"Would you allow me to walk you home?"

"Is it okay to randomly text you?"

"Can I take a picture of you?"

"Can I use a picture of you as my background?"

"Is it okay if we cuddled while watching the movie?"

"Would you let me take care of this for you?"

"Are you okay with me calling you my girl/boyfriend?"

#asking for permission #writing prompts #prompt list #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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urfriendlywriter · 7 months

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How to write angst ?

@urfriendlywriter | req by @everynowandthenihaveacrisis @aidyaiden :)

know your character. from their deepest fears to what they cherish the most. know your deepest fear, ask yourself how you will react and feel at that moment. "oh shit, if this happened to me I'll lose my mind" what's that type of scenario for you? write it. :)

decide on the type of angst you are going for!

major, minor, physical, emotional, paranormal, spiritual, verbal, abusive, quarrel, misunderstanding, etc.

and then, decide on--what reaction you can take out of your character by doing what to them.

are they gonna be, held at a gunpoint to give something up? or have their soul wrecked by whom they thought were close to them? or is it going be horror, or etctec, decide on it.

moving on to actually writing it-

Tip 1 - Use sensory details.

her eyes brimmed with tears

his chest heaved

pain clawed at his heart, as his face twisted with hurt

his scream pierced my heart

her lips quivered

she dug her nails into her palms (to distract herself, to stop it from shaking, etc)

show what is happening to ur MC, instead of telling it.

Tip 2 - how to actually write it.

If they're panicking, make them notice too many things at once, show every detail that they're seeing, feeling, from touch, to that burning sensation on their eyes, the blood on the ground, that dryness of their throat, the buzzing in their head and their parted lips unable to trust their own sight, and--and, boom! have them register that they're really really in trouble. and that they've to act fast.

use short, very minimal type of writing for this. make it long, but not long enough that it feels like it's being dragged.

the readers should hold themselves back from skimming the page out of curiousity, they should be in their toes to find out what happens next.

what does your MC do in times of panic? do they chant calm down to themselves, do they get angry, or start crying.. or?? what makes your character genuinely feel an emotion so hard that they'll burst?

there's always something, someone that'll always give them love and easily can be that something or someone to take it away. yk.

Tip 3 - crying.

what is close to your character that u can deprive them of? will it make them cry? beg for it?

what will make ur character cry so hard, that their scream fills everyone's ear, stays in their minds like ghosts and always haunts them?

make a character who never cries, burst out with tears.

while writing crying, focus on the 5 senses, one after the other.

focus it on their breath, make them run out of breath, gasp for air, feel like they're being choked, cry so scrutinizingly. it shud punch the reader's gut.

have them replay what had just happened over and over again in their head

best books and writing styles (for angst) to analyse and learn from (in my opinion);

3rd book in the AGGTM series (yk it hit hard like a truck. it got me depressed in bed the entire time lmao)

Five Survive by Holly Jackson. The moments of red outside of the truck, and moments leading to it.

there's this book called " Warm by @untalentedwriter127 " in wattpad. the author served angst for breakfast, lunch anddd dinner.

and if there's more angsty ones, drop em in the comments! :)

Hope this helps, tag me when yall write a masterpiece! ;)

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unboundprompts · 4 months

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I don't know if you've done this before but what are some good ways to describe speech?

Ways to Describe Speech

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

His voice was deep like the rumbling of the earth.

She had the voice of a singer, smooth and rich like chocolate.

Their voice reminded him of spring rain.

He often paused in his speaking, like a car radio that had lost signal.

She had a lilt to her voice that made it seem like she was asking a question.

Their voice was monotonous, threatening to put her to sleep with every word.

He couldn't put her voice into words. It was... otherworldly.

Her voice was brittle, as if she were on the verge of tears.

Their voice was authoritative. Their words carried like a loud command.

His voice, unapologetic and unwavering, made her shrink back.

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Their words were cold with anger.

Other Words to Use to Describe Voice:

Firm

Formal

Frank

Hesitant

Humorous

Passionate

Playful

Professional

Respectful

Serious

Sympathetic

Smug

Superior

Croaky

Dry

Forceful

Grating

Hateful

Insincere

Nasally

Snarky

Tuneless

Wavering

Breaking

Coarse

Flat

Hoarse

High Pitched

Husky

Mellow

Raspy

Rough

Scratchy

Strong

Trembling

Boisterous

Booming

Screeching

Faint

Feeble

Frail

Penetrating

Piercing

Quiet

Raised

Shrill

Soft

Weak

Whisper

Captivating

Deep

Feathery

Hypnotic

Lilting

Mesmerizing

Rich

Smoky

Soothing

Breathy

Delicate

Warbling

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#writing prompts #creative writing #writeblr #prompt list #ask box prompts #how to describe speech #how to describe voice #how to write #writing help #writing inspiration #writing tip #writing ideas

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ghostbsuter · 7 months

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"Excuse me?" Jazz's voice echoes in the meeting room in space. She gains the attention of the heroes immediately and sees them tensing up in at her appearance.

Behind her, he swirling green portal is open, waiting for her to return.

A blond, coat wearing man, curses upon seeing her and gives a half bow. "Princess Jasmine," he speaks up, eye twitching.

"What brings you here?"

At the greeting and reveal of her title, few others fall into bows, the lady at the head of the table, wonder woman?, gives her a smile.

Her eyes pin the green skinned man to his seat, who in return tilts his head at her.

"My brothers birthday is soon," she focuses on the man again. "I'm simply here for a present."

The man tenses, another curse slipping. "Ah– king phantom, right? I wasn't aware his birthday would be so soon."

Jazz ignores him, calmly walking to the Martian and placing a picture of Mars before him.

"The tales of your people have brought much interest to my brother. He became a big fan." She tells, sharing her intentions at his light poking.

"I ask for a signature, it would make his day."

Martian Manhunter, alien hero, and once upon a time, a father even smiles. He's delighted yet feeling a deep-rooted sadness. The tales of his people continue to spread in the afterlife, it seems.

Jazz leaves quickly after, not before giving Diana a number, they are cousins after all.

Danny will love her present.

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #Jazz is the best sister #she literally walks into space like she owns it #(she might not but her brother sure does)#martian manhunter is so /pos #he later asks diana to ask the king if his wife is there too #with their kids #he also gets a copy of the mars pic #jazz isnt a monster #and if he gets imgredients only found on mars after this #he aint telling anyone

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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From the list you reblogged this ❛ i think i might be in some kind of love with you. ❜ felt aggressively Keyleth to me

Yes omg!! And she would say something like that too 😆 💞

Writing prompt(s) found here

ALSO ON MASTERLIST 9

You were dancing with the rest of the barbarians until the songs died down. Dizzy and parched from your exertions, you headed over to where she and the rest were seated with your drinks.

There was a soft far off smile on your favorite Druidess’s face as you took a large swig of ale.

“Kiki, you ok? C’mon, dance, celebrate with the rest of us!”

She offered a short, breathy laughter before responding.

“Actually, can weee…talk about something?? Something I just wanna ask you.”

Unsure of where there was heading, you slowly nodded and let Keyleth take the lead away from the rambunctiousness.

As you both started making your way to a quieter area, you feel a sense of unspoken tension in the air.

Taking a deep breath, Keyleth took your hands into hers to steady herself.

“I think I might be…in some kind of love with you.”

The rest of the voices drowned out as her words sunk into your brain. Was this real? Was this really happening??

Seeing your wide-eyed expression, Keyleth assumed the worst as you still hadn’t responded to her impulsive confession.

“It’s fine! Really! This is a lot—and I—!”

Before she could finish, you pulled Keyleth into a tight hug, burying your face into the crook of her neck.

You felt her arms slightly shake as they wrapped around you into the reciprocal hug.

“I’ve been waiting for so long to hear you say those words. Keyleth, i love you too.”

#inbox requests #tlovm #critical role #critical role x reader #tlovm imagines #vox machina #tlovm x reader #keyleth of the air ashari #writing prompt #my writing #keyleth #keyleth x reader #writing prompt asks #the legend of vox machina #vox machina x reader #writeblr

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soulprompts · 7 months

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

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minty364 · 4 months

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DPXDC Prompt #141

Danny’s school held a contest where their students would have to write about a member of the Justice League that they admired. They framed it as a normal assignment and then mailed them to the hero. Danny didn’t think anything of his letter until he gets a few letters pop in front of him, apparently if you burn a letter for a ghost the recipient will get it. Danny thinks back to his own letter to Martian Manhunter and he remembers mentioning in his letter that not all ghosts were bad and he wishes they had the same rights as aliens did.

Of course the Justice League shows up to town and Danny is star struck as Martian Manhunter shows up to Danny’s doorstep to ask about his letter.

#dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #writing prompt #It would be funny if some of the other hero’s got similar letters #Danny wrote to Marian Manhunter because space #The hero’s would eventually start asking to have an audience with the ghost king #ghost king danny #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

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carbonateddelusion · 1 year

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∆ Eddie and Jack

If a perfect clone of yourself appeared, what would your first instinct be in terms of what to do? Furthermore, what would you assume the clone is there to do?

Finally, If you both had a clone, and all four of you were in the same room, what do you think would be most likely to happen? Assume this room is a kitchen. With knives. And food. But mainly knives.

Eddie combed a hand through his graying hair. "Perfect clone... Including memories? Because if it's solely a genetic clone, he could be an entirely different person due to the experiences that shaped his personality. I.. would probably want to talk to him in either case, though. Document his responses. For posterity."

With a second of thought, he continued, "Is this... one of those 'kill your evil self' questions? Because... as much as I, um... have ISSUES with myself... He must have a soul, right? A- But even if he didn't, that's another person. You know? I couldn't kill another me. He probably has a family who loves him and people who will miss him. I can't deprive others of his existence."

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"Clone?" Chuck scoffed, hands flying every which way as he performed tricks with his foldable knife. "What is this, some... science fiction crap? Ain't no clones. But, I mean, if there WAS another me, I'd have't kill 'im. There ain't enough room for TWO mes. And, well, if there were four'a us, I'd just have't'a kill the extras. Have some fun with it. Take a few pictures. Ain't that right, Eddie?"

His Edgar, sitting a few paces behind and beside him, hummed thoughtfully. The more he thought, the more distressed he appeared to become. He began furiously scratching at the scar over his throat.

Jack rolled his eyes. The knife landed firmly in his main hand. In a flash, it flew through the air and lodged itself in the wall beside Edgar, pinning a clump of his hair. "What did I say about doin' that? 'S gonna get infected, y'fuckin' idiot."

He chirped an apology, visibly cowering from the other man.

Heaving a sigh, he thought aloud, "God knows what you'd do without me... 'S like y'have no survival skills at all."

#oc ramblings #my writings #anonymous #oc: edgar #oc: jack #in the 80s #in order of appearance:#elijah's edgar #jack in the 80s #jack's edgar #alas. lovebirds.#ask to tag #< i generally dont tag stuff for them bc you can expect that stuff when i add the lovebirds tag #implied abuse cw #writing prompt asks

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coldresolve · 1 year

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Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Send me a number and an OC, and I'll answer.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

#i could find any i liked so i made my own #*taps mic* is that allowed #ask game #oc questions #rp meme #character prompt #writing

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friend-of-giants · 2 years

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A heart shaped locket gif. On the left side > “Have you ever had a wish come true by throwing a coin into a fountain?” on the right it says For Wren my blorbo.

Thank you, this one was interesting! Did I have to make it angsty? No. Did I do it anyway? Yes, a little. I did try to keep it lighthearted, though. I also changed fountain to well, as I don't recall there being any fountains in Skyrim, but plenty of wells.

Also this scene alludes to Teldryn being the Nerevarine, which Wren is aware of at this point in her life, but how I am going to reveal that to her is still escaping me.

Tagging @lookathooves @reachfolk @vilkas @qah-naarin @grxngeandrxses @theandrogynousdragon

Word Count: 1111 (I went overboard!)

The Riften marketplace was pleasantly quiet this evening, the usual murmur of the crowd and the cries of the merchants absent for a change. A large cloth sack dangled from Wren's fingers as she left Marise's stall, filled with a few fresh vegetables and a whole salmon. Both her and Teldryn glanced around for Inigo, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Wren wandered to the large well at the center of the marketplace and gently sat their soon-to-be dinner on the ground, then hopped up onto the ledge of the well to take a seat. She knew exactly how Inigo was; although he had only been asked to go purchase a few sweetrolls, he would take his time practically drooling over the bakery display at Bersi's, so she may as well sit down and wait.

Teldryn leaned against the well next to her, gazing down with an amused look in his eyes. He nodded toward the deep pit behind her. “You ever had a wish come true by throwing a coin into a well?”

“No, that's stupid.” Wren wrinkled her nose at his comment. "Waste of money, and wishes don’t come true, you s’wit.”

“Yes they do,” Teldryn insisted. “When I was just this high,” he said, holding his hand up to his mid-waist, “I would toss coins into this one well in Blacklight, and every time I wished I would become a great, famous swordsman, and look what I've become. My good friend wished for a nix-hound, and the very next week he found a stray and his folks let him keep it. And you're telling me they don't come true? I beg to differ.”

“That’s because you were chosen by the Gods and you worked for it, and your friend just got lucky. You just wasted your allowance.”

He cast her a little glance, a dopey yet smug grin on his face. “I’d like to think our offerings had something to do with it.”

She let out a snort of disdain. “Hate to tell you, but those coins just sunk to the bottom and rusted.”

“Of course they did.” He stood quietly for a few moments, rubbing pensively at the stubble on his chin. “What if it does work, though? If you could wish for anything right now and have it come true, for the low cost of only one Septim, what would it be?”

Wren hadn’t expected that question, and to be honest she hadn’t wished for anything in years, mostly because nothing ever came of it. Wishes were only a thought, after all.

But if anything could come true? There were too many possibilities. Fame and fortune? No, she already had those things, thanks to being the Dragonborn, and she didn’t care for either reward. Could wishes change the past, or send her back through time? Bring back the dead? Tempting, but that could have messy results. Become a dragon for a day? Take the throne as High Queen of Skyrim? Grow a little taller?

“Nothing I would want to wish for is even possible,” she finally said. “The only thing I truly want would change the present, and I would never have met you. I wouldn’t want to change that.”

Teldryn watched her expectantly, his little grin fading. “What is it?”

She kicked her legs, knocking her heels on the brick ledge she sat upon. “I wish I wasn't the Dragonborn.”

“Really?” He inched closer, his features carrying an air of disappointment. “Why would you want that?”

"My dragon's soul has always been with me, even before I found out what I was, and I've done some terrible things because of its urges, its voice. I lost everything because of it, two entire families gone, almost lost myself more times than I can count. I'm only just now starting to gain it all back and live normally. The strength and powers are great but… was it worth all the pain?”

“It was for me,” Teldryn mused aloud. “You know I was once in the same boat as you, and let me tell you, once your duties, your prophecy and all that shit is finished, you’re free. Things only get better from here, I promise.”

"I hope you're right." Wren looked up at him with a little smile.

He nodded sagely, then dug into his pockets to pull out a single gold coin. "I am right about that, and maybe the wishes, too. Here," he said, placing it into the palm of her hand, "just for fun, toss it in. Think of something practical, if that's easier."

Wren sighed heavily and slid down from her perch atop the ledge, and turned to peer down the well. It was dark and deep, and there were probably skeevers down there, skulking about, doing disgusting skeever things. With a shudder, she lifted the coin over the pit and shut her eyes.

I wish Inigo would hurry up with our damn sweetrolls, and bring me a honey nut treat, too.

A small splash echoed up the well shaft as the Septim found its new home in the murky waters below. "There," she grumbled. "Done."

A firm hand gripped her by the shoulder, and she spun around with a snarl, ready to throw a punch, but was met with Inigo's big, toothy smile. "Relax, my friend! I did not mean to startle you. Guess what I have," he said, holding up a bulging linen bag. "Sweetrolls! I may have bought too many, I have six in here. Two for each of us!"

"Thank the Gods," Wren sighed. She looked to Teldryn, who had already grabbed the bag from Marise's from the ground. Inigo stood next to him, fiddling with the drawstring on his bag of treats. "Ready to go home and start making dinner? I'm getting hungry."

"I am ready," Inigo exclaimed, the tip of his tail flicking excitedly. He finally untied the bag of sweets and reached in, pulling out a skewer of sticky honey-roasted nut balls. "Surprise! Bersi had only one of these left, and I know how much you like them. I had to buy it."

Wren blinked stupidly as he tucked the treat back into the bag. "Dumb luck," she muttered.

Inigo looked up from his goodies, his ears perked toward her. "Huh?"

She cast a curious glance to the well, suddenly wondering if that coin had anything to do with this. No, probably not, she decided, though something within her wanted to toss it another coin, just to test it out. Some other time.

"Nothing, Inigo." She gave him a little scratch on the shoulder, and he gave a deep, rumbly purr. "Let's just get home."

#writing prompt asks #my writing #oc: wren #teldryn sero #inigo the brave

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bellathetmntgeckolady · 1 year

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Ever just make an OC and you think they’ll just be a one-off character but then all of the sudden, whoop. You dive into the character to understand how they handle a situation you put them in, you help them succeed, develop their personality more than you planned and you’re just attached to your little baby now so you’ve got to see them grow and flourish and make it to the happy ending they deserve?

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