Prompt - Blog Posts
No more
A Whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine
Trigger warnings: Angst, domestic violence, blood.
Read at your own risk!
If you ever come into contact with such violence against you or anybody you know, please, contact the authorities or call the domestic violence hotlines. Nobody should ever feel oppressed and violated.
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Tired. You were simply tired of all the meaningless fighting. It wasn’t like you two didn’t have anything to fight for, having been together for so long had to mean something, didn't it? It didn't seem to be enough anymore though, to keep you two together. The once intertwined hands now pointed at each other in rage more often than they met in peace, the only laughter that was shared was out of anger and pity. The kisses once shared turned into harsh words, while love slowly turned into hatred. You don’t even remember when and how it all went wrong anymore. Days you once thought to be the worst of your life now only serving as a proof to the wind before a storm. A storm you were never ready for.
It had come to a point when neither of you even knew whether the other comes home, the bed once shared in peace and love had become only one of the evidences of a broken relationship, a lost war that had only left heaps of unhealed wounds. Some days it seemed to have stopped. The fighting, the lies and the hurt. His hands once again found yours, his lips - your body, leaving love bites next to the bruises he had left before. He had never intended to hurt you, no. He says to even not remember doing so, yet you do. Each mark, each wound, each word that often hurt more than what he left on your flesh for the world to see.
Each mark on his body. Ones you had never left there. Others have. And no matter how much it hurt you, there was nothing you could do about it. The smell of their perfume made you sick, the stains of their lipstick on his shirts made your stomach twist, but your hands never did anything more than clean and fold them for him to wear again, only to return with the same stains, just a different perfume. Was it really none of your business anymore?
More often than not you found yourself hiding. You kept trying to tell yourself that you are hiding from him, when in reality it was you you were hiding from, but couldn’t. Your heart was broken. To an extent where it was way past the point of repair, yet you managed to heal it every time you thought the pain had passed. And you were once again in love. He said to feel the same. Until the next time. And the next time proved to be worse than the ones before. It almost felt gradual. Like levels of a twisted game you never got tired of playing, but when you finally did, it presented you an offer you knew you couldn’t pass. It lured you in. Badly. Yet were you in the wrong for falling for the devil? They say that even the devil was an angel once locked out of the heaven. Maybe it was him the people had warned you and others about.
Summers had always been your favourite. Not because of the blooming nature, the bright colours or the warmth. It was because you could finally put on the dresses you had insisted on buying during the wintertime. It was until this summer that you realised your hatred for them. The marks on your body made you feel disgusted and unloveable. 'No wonder he didn’t love me anymore,' you had thought. 'Who would love somebody this broken on the inside and outside?’ But he did.
You came home to a smell of freshly picked flowers. A smell you had not felt in a long time. And there he was. A living devil in disguise of an angel. He smiled at you, making you wince. What had he done this time? Was it another girl he was trying to apologise for? No, it couldn’t be. He had stopped apologising for it a long time ago. Was it another broken mirror or a wall he had broken in the midst of having a spark of anger? However, his knuckles showed no evidence of it. His hand reached behind his back, you were no fool, you noticed that. You took a step back just as he did toward you. He sighed, yet didn't say a word. Then he spoke up.
“I love you,” he had said after what had felt like years of silence, “I love you and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me and I promise - no more,” he had said.
“Yes,” was your answer, even though your mind and soul was screaming no. He made a promise. You couldn’t do that to him. No, not you. You couldn’t hurt him. Not like he hurt you. Wounds heal, don’t they?
It had been a year since that day. He had come home to you, kissed you on your forehead and given you a bouquet of fleshly picked flowers.
“For you,” he had said. You smiled.
He took you by the hand and lead you to the garden. It was a peaceful night. The stars shone bright. A glass was put in your hand as one was in his. They clinked against each other.
“Cheers,” he toasted and smiled.
So much had changed within a year. It almost felt too good to be true. Almost. One glass turned into two. Two toasts in three, and four clinks in the breaking of the thin glass. Wine coated your lap. You had tried to laugh it off, but the alcohol in his system had other plans.
You had been here before, yet you were not the one to learn from your mistakes. Your body collided with the wall that was recently repaired in the hopes of never being broken again. The blood from your nose soon found your white dress. It was summer after all, and the old wounds had healed. But he wanted more. You looked back at him when he shouted. The veins on his forehead and the black eyes made him look insane. Yet he hadn’t expected your act of bravery. He had not expected to see you looking back at him as he raised his hand.
“Look away,” he demanded. You didn’t. You stood there and looked him dead in the eyes. Understanding. Hurting, but no more hiding.
His hand was still in the air, his breath got caught up in his lungs. Unmoving.
“No more,” she had whispered as she made her way to him. Caressing his cheek in such a manner that made silent tear run down his face. He fell on his knees. Begging.
“No more,” she repeated, as she took off her ring and made her way towards the door. And she didn't look back.
concept: Arthur dies at Camlann and Merlin’s magic goes feral and resurrects him right then and there. like, he doesn’t heal him, Arthur is actually dead and Merlin is just like “nope” and bends the laws of life and death for him.
and what if Arthur comes back changed? like maybe he takes something back with him (an ability, some sort of magic?) and Merlin has to help him adjust
I’m sure there are probably fics like this- please drop any recs!
Lost in IKEA
Requested: No.
Prompt: [Person A] Mitch and [Person B] Josepha, get lost in IKEA.
Warnings: None.
A/N: Yo, so, I created a Tumblr years ago and forgot about it, typical me, but recently I’ve decided I want to “revive” my dead/never been used Tumblr account, and so this is what ya gonna get, a short shitty first prompt post. And now for a bit of a backstory of why I have put a Dylan O’Brien character (Mitch) and a Samantha Barks character (Josepha) together: Basically to cut a long story short me and my friend are doing this AU type thing, it’s just a bunch of Dylan and Sam characters all put together (it’s kind of like friends - but better ;) xD) Mitch and Josepha is one of the pairings in the AU. At the end of the day it’s just for fun. Also in the movie the set looked like IKEA, I’m not sure if it is or not but for the sake of the one shot we’ll say it is an IKEA set.
“Well this looks familiar...” Mitch stated, looking back at his time training with Stan Hurley.
“What do you mean?” Josepha asked curiously, “when I was training with Stan one of our tests was to track down an enemy in a public setting, they build a set of a store and it was IKEA...” he explained. Josepha nodded in response “well I doubt there’s any enemies in this IKEA, so I wouldn’t worry about it okay?” She looked up to him and gave him a reassuring smile, he gave her a small smile in return.
“So what’s first on the list?” Josepha questioned, “Oh! Right! Okay, umm...the first thing is...” Mitch trailed, list in hand, “...Furniture? So maybe we can do living room furniture first and then maybe...move on from there...” As much as Mitch is an organised, calculated assassin when it comes to shopping and normal things, he doesn’t really know what to do.
The couple set off into the store, but they soon found themselves lost.
“Um...where’s the living room furniture?” Mitch questioned, “I don’t know, we’re lost, do you know where we are?” Josepha stated, “No, why would I know? It was a small set and it wasn’t actually IKEA.” Mitch retorted, getting a little frustrated with their predicament.
Josepha grinned at Mitch’s state, finding amusement in her partners frustrated manner, as much as Mitch wanted to be serious, he couldn’t keep a straight face “it’s not funny” he smiled, Josepha just hummed in response.
After a few hours of searching they finally found the living room furniture, “Jesus, that took longer than anticipated...” Mitch noted, “unfortunately you can’t be good at everything baby.” Josepha commented, Mitch just glared at her.
Josepha grinned at Mitch mischievously, “love you.”
“Love you too.” He smiled.
Eh, it’s not great but it was all I could think of, I might re write this in the future, but still I hope you enjoyed reading this short ass one shot nonetheless xD
Also let me know if you want to know more about “The Gang” as we call it XD.
Cheers everyone! :)
imagine if there were ads for spells Banishment to the Shadow Realm. Ever find yourself wishing something would simply…disappear? Well, with this neat trick, your wish can come true! Quick. Easy. Versatile. And reversible too if you ever change your mind! Banishment to a Shadow Realm. The ultimate solution.
Parker just shook his head, the despair written on his face. "I hope you know that what you’re attempting is illegal in several countries!”
Kenum continued chuck knives into the bar window, the silver blades sticking into the glass. "Not this one~!” His grin spread wider, watching the glass continue to crack. The dark lighting of the bar made his already dark brown eye even darker. The white eye, almost blind from years of fighting, seemed to take on a grayish hue to it.
Parker just order more drinks, I'm to old for this shit.
Person A: “I hope you know that what you’re attempting is illegal in several countries!”
Person B: “Not this one~!”
made a prompt list for OC_tober! feel free to do any/all the prompts or use it in conjunction with another list! and definitely feel free to @ me if you do!!! i'd love to see your ocs!!
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❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 [ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 ] .
headcanon prompts with questions based on plants & what they represent in flower language . happy roleplaying !! ♡
abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?
acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?
aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?
amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?
anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?
angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?
apple blossom : how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?
bachelor’s button : does your muse actively seek romantic companionship , or cherish the liberties of being single ?
basil : does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?
bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?
begonia : how cautious is your muse ? are they prone to noticing red flags , or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ? why or why not ?
belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?
bluebell : does your muse learn from their past , or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?
carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?
chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?
chrysanthemum : how does your muse express romantic love ? how do they feel about love as a concept ?
daffodil : is your muse one to be loyal in relationships , or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?
daisy : did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ? what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?
edelweiss : what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ? are they known to be courageous from then on ?
fern : does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces , or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?
forget - me - not : has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ? are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?
gardenia : is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on , or to conceal them for long periods of time ?
gladiolus : describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .
goldenrod : does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not ? where do they believe these things come from ?
heliotrope : does your muse believe in soulmates ?
hibiscus : how does your muse view the gentler , daintier things in life ? as things worth preserving & caring for , or things only bound to wither & disappear ?
holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?
hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?
hyacinth : is your muse athletic ? does it come naturally to them , or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?
hydrangea : how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ? are they prone to being misunderstood ?
iris : if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind , what would it be ?
ivy : what are your muse’s views on marriage ? do they believe it is something strictly for love , or an institution rooted in business & social benefits ? do they desire or have they desired to be married ?
lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?
lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?
lily : how does your muse view their mother ?
lotus : has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?
magnolia : describe your muse’s relationship with nature & the natural world .
marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ?
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ? what do these words mean to them ?
nasturtium : describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace , or homeland .
oak : who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?
pansy : does your muse often reflect on their own actions ? do they ever think a lot about the past , and what they could have done differently ?
parsley : describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it .
peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?
poppy : what comforts your muse ?
rhododendron : is your muse receptive to warnings & advice given by others ?
rose : how much does your muse value other people ? do they wish to have many friends , lovers , and/or associates ? are they an easy person to love ?
sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?
salvia : is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ? how do they express that possessiveness , or lack thereof ?
snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ? do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
sunflower : what brings your muse the most joy in life ?
tulip : how does your muse view people in general ?
violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?
willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ?
zinnia : how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ? has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?
We all know the nicknames that Tim gets in fics, Timberly, Timmers, Timmy, etc., but one always kinda stuck with me.
Timberella
It gets me thinking of like Cinderella. Is this the lumberjack version of her? I’d love to see a dc x Cinderella au, or better yet a dc x dp x Cinderella au. Dead tired in my case, but it could be any of the bunch depending on how you play it.
It starts off as found family, and season 2 is the dp that was hinted at in season one.
I might write this later, but my break is almost over. Y’all have my full and encouraged support on taking your own spin on this though :D
Betrayal by a friend prompts
"I defended you. To everyone. Even when they were right."
"I was your friend. I would’ve burned the world for you."
"You let them tear me apart while you stood there and watched."
"You were supposed to be my safe place. Not the reason I flinch when someone says 'trust me."
"The worst part? I’d still forgive you if you just asked. That’s how stupid I am."
"You didn’t just break my trust—you made me question if anyone ever meant it when they said 'friend.'"
"I stood up for you when no one else did. Where were you when it was your turn?"
"You were the last person I thought would hurt me. And maybe that’s why it hurts the most."
"Was it fun? Watching me fall apart while you kept smiling like nothing happened?"
"How long were you lying to my face? Days? Weeks? Or was it always?"
"I would've taken a bullet for you."
I found this on AliExpress yesterday and I just... Head empty, no thoughts, just Loki and his favourite childhood book:
i think i need to convince more people to draw junyuyu . im on some agenda shit rn
if you, like me, constantly get caught by surprise by time, and want a chill prompt list without feeling that you're already late and need to catch up, I made one
Pick a schedule (weekly, every other day, daily) and use the prompts on that row, or just be “Today I want to doodle” and pick any combination of adjacent prompts
YES
A MILLION TIMES YES
No but like the angst potential?
It's after Weirdmageddon, Bill is gone, Dipper and Mabel are back in Piedmont and Stan and Ford are sailing on the StanO'War.
Ford didn't get around to tinkering with his old projects until then, worrying about too many things around Bill and then Stan regaining his memory. However, finally, he has the time to look back.
Finding the googles all fixed up and fully working (all by accident, mind you) opened up so much potential for more discoveries.
He could look back and study the details he's previously missed or didn't pay as much time as he wanted to. He is ecstatic to have such an opportunity, all thanks to Stan.
After some time, he starts wondering about things other than research. His life, mostly. His and Stanley's. How many things have they already forgotten and could now see as if they happened the day before? It'd also help with Stan's recovery and fasten the process.
Once, late into the night, he finally decides to sit down and look back at their lives. He finds hidden details, relives the happiest moments of his life as well as the hardest. He can't say he's been the happiest throughout his life but it's been good.
Then he looks at Stanley and something breaks.
He sees their childhood from a completely different perceptive. He isn't the smart twin anymore, he is Stan. The one that was always considered less, the one that was offered for just a few bucks by his own father, the one that stood up for Ford and was there through thick and thin.
And they get older and the guilt in his chest gets heavy with every screening.
The hidden, unfulfilled dreams and ambitions, the hardships and hopes for a better future on StanO'War. All for it all to come crumbling down because of the science project which, in the end, wasn't actually Stan's fault at all. Ford finally realises it, over 40 years later.
He can't take his eyes off of the googles even despite the pain he feels from seeing Stan be kicked out. He watches his own brother be thrown around and used by people, life forcing him on his knees, as if punishing him for simply existing. The breakdowns, pain, nearly deaths, it all shakes Ford to his core.
And he feels awful when he watches himself disappear into the portal only for Stan, the brother Ford left behind for success, to take it upon himself to get Ford back. Stan spends 30 years studying subjects he doesn't understand and trying to fix a portal with a single journal, all to return his twin brother home.
The first thing Ford does? A punch to the face. And Ford can feel the punch as well, the reality being thrown at him with such overwhelming force.
Stan doesn't understand why Ford doesn't touch the googles again and becomes so much more understanding and appreciative towards him.
Sorry if it sounds like rambling, it's like 1 AM and my mind is all over the place to be honest.
Stanford Pines had been working in something amazing before he encountered Bill. It looked like a tape but it would be used to have a look at different times without interacting with them, he had a whole plan for it: Goggles, some sort of virtual reality goggles that would let you peek into the future or past without worrying about altering anything, and the tape to select the time period you'd like to watch.
It is, unfortunately, no where near complete. His muse has told him to focus on something greater: the portal.
Stanley Pines had messed up, shocker. He broke one of his brother's projects again, a measuring tape looking machine.
On nights he doesn't know how to fix the portal, he sounds ficing that tiny machine. The design is lame but he tries to keep it true to it's original form and, despite it breaking because he was an idiot, he feels accomplished when he finishes it and puts it back in it's original place.
30 years later, Stanford Pines returns only to find out his brother had accidentally created the very first time tape.
(Or: Stan fixes the time tape/watcher a bit TOO well and becomes the founder of time machines basically)
flower halos
❃ bask in a sentimental glow ❃
heartseases / poetries
carnations / prompts
mourning your reciprocation