#prompts

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

the way I have heard so many talented fanfic writers say they started writing because they read someone else's fanfics that are so good they inspired them into becoming writers too? just proved my point that your writing is never 'in vain', even if you dislike it and think it could've been better, it's still good enough for someone out there that it becomes their source of inspiration and perhaps happiness. you'll never know.

but don't ever, ever belittle your own works. just because you don't like them, doesn't mean other people dislike them too. again, you'll never know. there could be someone out there who reread your works every day because those fics you wrote helped them escape reality for a while, they could be reading your works as a way to help get them through a hard time in their life. you'll never know.

your writing may have saved someone's life.

your writing may have inspired someone into pursuing their career and changing their life for the better.

several best selling authors started as fanfic writers, and the majority of fanfic writers started writing because they were inspired by someone's fanfics. you do the math.

your "silly fics" have permanent impact on this world, even if you think they're not good (they actually are good, I promise you, don't let your mind lie to you).

I mean ***I*** personally started writing my first fanfic about 7 years ago, and have been writing ever since, because I was inspired by my favorite fanfic writers. I still remember all the lines I like from those fics I read 7-8 years ago, I still think about those fics I read from 7-8 years ago and still remember the stories very well in my heart. I started writing because of them.

this blog would never have been created at all, if it weren't because of those fanfic writers whose works I read 7-8 years ago.

I wouldn't have so far written about 130,000 words this year alone, if it weren't because of those fanfic writers whose works I read 7-8 years ago.

to all the fanfic writers out there; your works inspired someone, your writing made a difference to someone's life.

[tourettesdog]

Danny Phantom Prompt:

Cujo acting as Dani's service dog, alerting when her ectoplasm is becoming unstable.

[solangeloweek]

SOLANGELO WEEK 2024

(banner by @sclangelc)

DATES: Sun., June 23 - Sat. June 29

RULES: Create! Have fun! Post when you can! Tag your posts with @solangeloweek so we can show off that cool thing you made! (see Event Rules / pinned post for more info)

PROMPTS:

6/23 - Free Day!

6/24 - "I could make him worse"

6/25 - Reverse Tropes (see examples)

6/26 - AU Day

6/27 - Trope Combos (see examples)

6/28 - Fairytale Retellings

6/29 - Collab Day

Questions? Comments? Concerns? Send us an ask!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 308

Honestly, Damian is so disappointed in his father right now. And his so-called siblings. The friends allies he had made over the years and he had been swapping multiple times, and still they hadn’t realized. Danyal was as pale as a corpse, closer to Drake for Pit’s sake! Jordan had red eyes! Elena was a girl! Respawn had white hair! Surely someone noticed- thank fuck, hello Todd, no he’s not on patrol, listen, listen, he needs you to know that Father? Blind. An idiot! The others more so! Yes yes, they’ve been doing their single-person trick, but surely someone should have caught on yes? And they haven’t- Oh? What a wonderful idea Akhi, he shall inform the others of this idea, the Lazarus waters do make dna testing quite hard to do. 

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of coming back as a crime lord, Jason pretends to be a vengeful revenant, haunting Gotham criminals and the batfamily.

This has… consequences.

[teejaystumbles]

Would you ever write an ice cream stand AU where Hob quits a prestigious job to run the stand (a terrible decision) and tries to woo an eccentric artisan ice cream maker (Dream) who is actually from a huge crime family, but literally everything dangerous is played off as silly hi-jinks in favor of dramatizing Hob comparing ice cream flavors to Dream's mouth?

Oddly specific, wow. 👀

The answer is No, because I know nothing about mafia, or ice-cream, and I don't trust myself to write human AU comedy, and this sounds a bit like a comedy. But this prompt is too good to not mention it to my dear pal @delta-pavonis who thrives on mafia AUs and would probably kick this out of the park if she decided to write it~ 🥰

[me-writes-prompts]

-:"Vampire and werewolves cannot be together...or can they?" Vampire x werewolf prompts:-

(Omg, I aboslutely love this request. Had way too much fun writing these! Tag me if you use any of this :) || requested by: anon)

By @me-writes-prompts

The werewolf catching the vampire drinking blood from a dead creature and just standing there in astonishment, not speaking. And the vampire getting startled when they look up.

^^"Gosh, your kind really sneaks up on people!" "You guys are not people, you're blood sucking monsters. Come on, we all know this." "That is not true." "It is."

Werewolves and vampires having annual competitions(as in who can hunt more/get past humans)

Getting paired up as roommates

^^"You cannot leave blood in the fridge! It makes the other food smell disgusting!" "Well, you cannot leave fur all over the bathroom floor either!"

Vampire and werewolves having to work together against humans.

stuck in a room together 👀

"So...what? You're having these mood swings because you haven't been in heat or whatever?" "That is not- I am not having mood swings!" "Oh, so this is natural you. Dang, I feel bad for the people who have to put up with you everyday."

"Look here, you little fang thing, I am not giving up this parking lot because you want to be in the shade!"

Accidentally stumbling upon the werewolf during the red moon, and being scared shit out of their mind.

^^ "H-hi, uhh, I'm your vampire neighbor remember? Me, [name]? Whoa, slow down! I'm not trying to harm you, okay? Look, I don't have weapons! Goddamn, you big puppy..." They mumble, slowly backing into the woods, and making a run for their life.

"Listen, I don't hate your kind. Vampires, that is. So let's just be friends yeah?" "Yeah. Now that I think about it...I don't really hate you guys either."

Falling in love without knowing each other's identities(aka forbidden loveeee)

[bellyasks]

Dialogue ideas for a belly stuffing kink confession?

ok so these are less like The Actual Confession & more like. leading up to it ??? for the most part

"Well, um… I just think you look cute like this is all."

"What are you staring at my belly for? I know, I'm really bloated right now."

"Wait, um--could you keep your hand on my belly? It's just, it really feels nice…"

"What, are you trying to fatten me up or something?"

"No, honest! I love when your tummy's all round like this."

"It's not that I'm trying to give myself a stomachache on purpose, it's just… It feels good, being so full."

"Aw, no, don't suck it in! It's cute, really!"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to stuff me silly on purpose."

"No, I don't mind! Um, I kinda love it when you rub my belly, actually."

[featherandferns]

24 prompt with angst!

24. Am I irresponsible? Maybe.

I lost the original ask for this (it was from ages ago - sorry!) but it came with some additional information: JJ does something stupid, reader gets upset, they get in argument and he comforts her.

your idiot - prompt 24

“Come on!”

“Open the door! Open the door!”

You do as Kiara says, leaning over the backseats to push open the door. JJ hurls himself into the car, dressed all in white. 

“Go! Go, go!” JJ demands as he slams the door shut behind him. 

Kiara does as he says, speeding off. JJ collapses into the seat, panting from the exertion. You stare at him, mouth agape, horror swirling into your anger. It manifests into betrayal. He promised. 

Whilst you can’t find words, Kiara can. “I’m seriously not even gonna ask.”

“Look,” JJ starts. “I busted the wrong guy out of jail. Sue me.”

Kie and Pope look over their shoulders at him from the front seat, their faces a mixture of confusion and disgust. 

“What!?” Kiara blurts, switching her focus back to the road. 

JJ still hasn’t met your gaze. Won’t even look at you despite being less than a foot away.

“At least I was trying.”

And you hate that institution. Like nobody else cares that John B is a sitting duck, wrongfully imprisoned. Even then, that isn’t what hurts the most. He promised.  

“Why are you always doing such stupid shit?” Kiara can’t help but ask. 

“Well, I’m gonna end up in jail anyway, so…So why does it matter?”

You sink your teeth into the flesh of your cheeks. You take a slow, measured inhale through your nose to try and keep your brimming emotions at bay. The sound makes JJ look at you, finally. The minute his eyes meet yours, you can’t stomach it. You turn your attention out the window and shake your head. With that, JJ sighs and shuffles in his seat. In the reflection of the window, you catch him raking his fingers through his hair.

“You okay, man?” Pope checks. 

JJ’s ‘yeah’ in reply doesn’t sound all that convincing, especially given the pregnant pause that precedes it. Your care for JJ outweighs your momentary anger. Worried, you glance back to him. He catches your gaze. His expression is nothing short of ashamed. Closing his eyes, leaning his head back against the car seat, he says, “just a doozy of a day.” 

The rest of the car ride back is silent. Pope gets delivered back at Hayward’s first. Kiara then swings by the Chateau. As the car rolls to a stop, she looks back at you and your boyfriend. 

“You guys good?”

“Yeah,” you lie. You open the door, flashing her a small smile. “Thanks, Kie.”

“Course.”

JJ falters leaving until you look at him. “Come on.”

With that, the two of you get out of the car. As Kiara drives off, the driveway becomes darker, no longer illuminated by her headlights. JJ follows you up the stairs to the chateau. Lingers a safe space behind you on the porch as you search for your keys in your pocket. Keeps that distance as you venture into the house.

You don’t say a word as you go about getting ready for bed. Can’t bring yourself to, in fear of what you might say. You know JJ’s watching you though. He’s perched on his self-claimed bed in the Chateau, watching as you strip off your top and replace it with one of his. You step out of your shorts and carelessly toss them on the pile on the desk chair. The silence is tense and uncomfortable. JJ can’t seem to stew in it any longer. With your back to him, he sighs. 

“I’m sorry, alright?”

You pause momentarily before continuing to meddle with your hair, undoing the style you had it in for the day. JJ says your name. 

“Did you hear me? I said I’m sorry.”

“I heard you,” you quietly reply. Your voice is scarily even. When you don’t say anything else, JJ groans in frustration. 

“Can you just fucking say something?”

Again, you don’t speak. 

JJ gets to his feet, disgruntled. He grabs at your shoulders and forces you to turn and face him. The moment your eyes meet his, everything comes out teenage petulance. When your first tear falls, you see JJ’s demeanour shift. He was ready for you to yell and scream and holler. Not this. 

“You promised me,” you grit out. Despite your tears, the betrayal-fuelled anger is most prominent. Shoving at his chest, forcing some distance, you shake your head at him and furiously wipe your cheeks. “You promised me, JJ. You said you wouldn’t do anything stupid.”

“It was a sound-proof plan!”

You laugh. “Sound-proof!? Is that why we had to come save your ass?”

“Look, I couldn’t just sit there and do nothing whilst John B might wind up getting the death penalty for a crime he didn’t even commit!? You expect me to just stomach that?”

“That’s not the point, JJ!” 

He loses his conviction when you yell. 

Animatedly gesturing between the two of you, you say, “I don’t care if it’s a risk, JJ, as long as we do it together.”

You watch in real-time as JJ parses your words. You shake your head, wiping your face, desperate for the tears to stop. It doesn’t make you seem very powerful, blubbering through your temper.

JJ comes over to you and wraps his arms around you. It’s embarrassing how quickly you melt into his hold. The fury that had come over you was similar to that of a parent when their child does something particularly reckless: it’s concern masquerading. 

You clench the scratchy material of his stolen scrubs in your hands, scared to let go of him. 

“You could have got yourself arrested, JJ."

“I know,” he mumbles. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that to me again.”

JJ nods and continues to plant kisses along your hairline. Eventually, you bolster yourself to face him again. He wipes your cheeks, smiling apologetically down at you. 

“Look, am I irresponsible? Maybe.”

You give a wet laugh. He guides your face up so you can meet his gaze.

“I promise any future dumbass plans I cook up, you’ll be included.”

“Or at least informed of,” you tag on. 

He chuckles, nodding. “Yeah. Or that.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pushing onto your toes to envelope him in a well needed hug. You still hadn’t forgotten about what he said in the car. JJ’s self-loathing was so deep that he was setting foot for a self-fulfilling prophecy. You plant a kiss to the crux of his jaw and neck. 

“I promise you that we’ll get John B out.”

“I know,” JJ whispers. 

You bury your face in your boyfriend's shoulder. He was an idiot at times, but he was your idiot.

[dumplingsjinson]

“You do not have the face to be acting the way you do.”

“And you do not have the personality to have anyone want to keep you even if you wanted them to, so where does that leave us?” 

[the-cypress-grove]

Prompt: 218

"This is not how I raised you."

"No, you raised me to be weak. You raised me to be your puppet and do your bidding."

"It was necessary."

"And it will be the end of you."

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

WRITING RESOURCES

LIST OF INJURIES SOMEONE COULD OBTAIN IF THEY WERE SEXUALLY ASSAULTED

(trigger warning is applied.)

fractured pelvis (if their body was bent against a desk, a car, or something with hard surfaces)

ligature marks around their neck

bruises on their arms, thighs, legs

abrasions on their cheek (if their face was pressed against concrete floor)

urinary tract infection

blood in stool, blood in urine

lacerations around and/or inside the genitalia

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Andreil 21 for the kiss prompt, if you'd like.

21. Stomach Kiss

Scar tissue formed the ridges and valleys Andrew dragged his fingers over. Neil shuddered at the touch, his fingers tightening in Andrew's hair as Andrew slid his hands under Neil's shirt and up his torso. The flutter of Neil's heartbeat was rapid and insistent under the pads of Andrew's fingers, as quick and breakable as a hummingbird's wings.

"Andrew," Neil breathed, unrestrained and unrepentant, and Andrew was aware, not for the first time, of how easily he could break him.

So many before him had tried and failed; Neil's body was a map of evidence. But Neil had been a storm, then, uncontainable and relentless. He'd been his own knife and gun, sharp and quick and brutal, cutting and fatal.

He was still all of these things, but first, he was at Andrew's mercy.

And instead of breaking, Andrew worshipped him.

He nipped at Neil's jaw. "You want something, junkie?" he asked, unrepentant and restrained, pushing a hand up along Neil's back, catching under his shoulders where his shirt bunched.

Neil made a frustrated noise—one of Andrew's favourite sounds—and pulled away to pull the shirt off over his head. He returned himself to Andrew's hands without hesitance.

Something in Andrew—some small part of him that remembered how to be something other than unaffected—stirred. He put his hands to Neil's skin, where they'd been just a moment before, but with new feeling. To anyone else, it was as casual and unbothered as the rest of Andrew's actions.

To Andrew, it was with care that bordered on reverence.

Andrew lowered his mouth to Neil's shoulder, matching the pucker of a bullet wound, and closed his eyes briefly. Just breathing; just waiting; just holding.

"Yes," Neil bit, impatient or involuntary. Neither of them cared which. "Whatever, Andrew, yes."

Andrew kept his eyes open as he sunk to his knees, because this was part of that yes, and Andrew had never been one to look away. Because no part of Neil had ever made him want to.

He paused, once, twice, to brush his fingers over a nipple, to press his mouth hard to the longest scar across Neil's stomach, then higher, then lower. Here, at the curve marking the 'v' of Neil's muscles, the skin was smooth, and that something in Andrew stirred again, grateful.

His first kiss was light, his second open and wet, his third too long and too still to really be considered a kiss. Only an excuse to stay there while he grabbed Neil's hand, to distract Neil from how he tangled their fingers briefly on the way, as he brought Neil's hand to his hair and corrected himself.

Here, they were at each other's mercy, and this togetherness made them each unbreakable.

send me a number + ship

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 309

Danny huddled beneath the mass of warm scales, trying to avoid the rain that sputtered and hissed into steam whenever it touched the resting form of the older halfa. He choked on broken chirps, burying his head against his tail. Everything hurt, one of his paws and wings gone- what had the wanted them for- 

He sniffled, not wanting to cry. At least- at least Jordan had managed to get them out, it could have been worse. Ancients, it could have been so much worse. Mom and Dad were… Ancients he didn’t want to even think about it- 

A huff of smoke wafted over him, and he looked up into Dan’s crimson eye- the other gone to do who knows what with. It was time to go- they couldn’t stay in one place, they had to keep moving lest the GIW catch up. They didn’t have a choice, not now, not if they didn’t want to die- if they ever could now. It didn’t matter. 

He stayed limp as he was picked up by the scruff, the rain soaking into his fur and scales (and still-healing injuries) as the larger dragon launched into the sky. They just had to keep moving, avoid any people, heroes included, and keep moving. Just keep moving.

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

The first mission the Court send their newly minted Talon on is an assassination attempt on the ward of one Bruce Wayne… Dick Grayson.

Calvin— can’t kill Dick. He can’t.

He didn’t know it would be the boy he grew up in the circus with they want him to murder in cold blood. He didn’t know— didn’t recognize him until the knife was already at his throat.

But he remembers now. And he won’t do it. Never. Never.

He’ll run. Disappear. Dick doesn’t know who he is, it’s better that way, and if he’s lucky the Court will be too busy hunting him to care about the failed assassination.

Unfortunately for Calvin, Dick does remember; Recognizes the Talon.

And he’s not inclined to let his childhood best friend slip through his fingers again after years of believing him dead.