#// thank you for the starter!

[boombambaby]

❝ your problem is you don’t care enough. everyone needs to work hard at some point to get what they really want outta life. ❞

“Work hard? Please.

— I don’t have to work hard to get what I want out of life, not when it’s handed to me on a golden platter.

There’s caring enough to make things better for the people, and then there’s caring enough to make things better for ME, Kuzco.”

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FEELING SAFE / EXPRESSING COMFORT * assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts. suggested by judgementdaysunshine

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

i haven't felt like this in a very long time.

i wanted to thank you for protecting me back there.

you stepped in when you didn't need to.

for once in my life, i feel safe.

this place gives me a good feeling.

i feel safe in your arms.

it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.

i could get used to this.

i won't let anything happen to you.

you make me feel safe.

you didn't have to step in and help me, but you did, and i appreciate that.

no one's ever stood up for me like that before.

my whole life has been filled with conflict and pain. not anymore.

maybe i'll finally know peace with you.

we deserve an easy life.

you're my port in the storm.

i can't tell you the last time i actually felt safe.

you know me. i don't let my guard down for just anyone.

something changed to make me feel this way.

you're safe here with me.

they won't come after you, and if they do? they'll have to go through me.

it feels nice, being here with you.

you make me feel like i can accomplish anything.

i can be myself with you.

we're looking out for you.

you won't judge me for the things i say.

just stay here a while, if you don't mind.

so this is what safety feels like.

i can finally breathe again.

nothing can touch you while i'm here.

you can go back to sleep. it's safe.

no one will hurt you anymore.

my life is in your hands.

promise me you won't abandon me?

i'll be right here when you wake up.

you taught me how to protect myself.

ACTION PROMPTS

[ lean ] sender slowly leans into receiver's shoulder and rests there for a while

[ sleep ] sender manages to fall asleep in receiver's presence

[ snuggle ] sender snuggles closer to receiver as they sleep

[ reach ] sender reaches for receiver in their sleep

[ shelter ] sender uses their body to shield receiver from danger

[ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug

[ choose ] sender has plenty of options on where to sit in a crowded space, but chooses to sit directly beside receiver

[ reassurance ] in a tense moment, sender takes one of receiver's hands to hold

[ stay here ] sender guides receiver to a safe place and tells them to wait there while they deal with a problem

[ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense

[ home ] sender shows receiver their new home

[ nightmare ] sender comforts receiver after they wake up from a nightmare

[shouga-nai]

@blxxd-oaths​ said:

“Captain Kaeya, have you managed to secure a barrel for Weinlesefest?” The Acting Grand Master inquired as she busied herself with checking things off.

“One of the vendor stalls is still in need of one, also can you verify the trade requirement sheet for the stall from Liyue? I meant to go over it myself but I keep getting dragged away for other business…”

“Without a hitch - one barrel courtesy of the Dawn Winery is well on its way to the festival venue as we speak,” he affirmed. So they could check that task off the ever demanding list thanks to Master Diluc’s kind support.

“And I’m already on it. In fact, I’ve checked in with Hertha to confirm a smooth trade entry procedure for our neighbors. We can rest easy that preparations are going as scheduled.” He paused, looking over at Jean a moment.

“— All that’s left is the Acting Grand Master’s appearance, really. Can’t quite start off the ceremony as per tradition otherwise, which I’m sure the festival-goers are most enthused over.”

And what better way to enjoy the Harvest Festival than to allow oneself some well-earned indulgence alongside good company?

[thebest-medicine]

Could I mabye get 40 with lee!bakugo and ler!kirishima? Mabye bakugo saying he doesn't like his laugh and stuff, I think it'd be cute :3 (love your acc and ur fics btw, you're doing amazing <3)

Not forced :p

Prompt 40 - “I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

A/N: i loooove this trope and these characters 💚

…

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Why not?”

“Tch.” Bakugo rolls his eyes before adding quietly. “I hate my fucking laugh.”

“What?! How?” Kirishima gapes. “It’s so cute and so much ..lighter than you’d expect!” 

Bakugo wills down the warmth starting to spread on his cheeks. “Would you just shut up about it already?”

“No way. I wanna hear that sweet, sweet laugh again.”

Bakugo rolls his eyes again, sitting up straighter. “Not a fucking chance, you dork.” He moves to stand up when Kirishima grabs him around the waist, dragging him back down. “What the hell, Shitty Hair?!”

“C’mere! Gonna make you laugh.” 

“What theheh- FUCK! Stop that stupid shiHIHIT!” Bakugo exclaims, squirming in the hold on him as fingers start to wiggle into his sides. “Fuhuhuck off!” He falls onto the couch, fighting back his laughter as hard as he could.

“So you’re ticklish, hm? I hoped so but.. Man! This is great.” Kirishima grins, working his way over top of his friend. “Now I can make you laugh all the time.”

“I’m gohohohonna fucking kihihihill you!” Bakugo argues, failing miserably at holding back his giggles. He looks softer than Kirishima’s ever seen him. 

“Maybe later.” Eijiro shrugs. “But for now… You’re gonna laugh for me!” He grins triumphantly, having straddled Bakugo’s waist. His fingers wrench their way along Katsuki’s ribs and even up under his arms, getting him access to a well of true, unbridled Bakugo laughter. Katsuki just lays back, not fighting him off despite his harsh words. Despite his best efforts to be angry and annoyed, all he can feel is light. Well, light.. and ticklish.

…

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[i23kazu]

HIII YING, CONGRATS ON 1.5K AGAIN!! You deserve it all and more, and hopefully we all get to watch you grow some more <33 Keep going and slay like how Xiao slays his demons <333

Speaking of which, there's that sentence starter thing, right? Would you mind if I requested a "You came..." "You called." with Xiao + Romantic? Honestly, hurt/comfort sounds pretty good but I'm interested to see what other big ideas you've got from it 👀

“you came.”

“you called,” he pointed out, mask dematerialising as his hands once again become free to hold yours.

“i thought you were on a mission?” you held him close, fingers meeting his shoulders in a tight grip. you buried your head into his crook of neck — the ache in your heart wishing you could stay there forever.

“you know already that i’d drop everything for you. the call for war is weaker than your call for me.”

the two of you stay like that for a while — your hands intertwining and untangling and twining together as it takes time for the pieces to fall naturally into place again, after so long.

“i wish you didn’t have to go again, xiao.” your face contorts to a tired, longing smile; when would you see him again?

“when you next call me,” xiao seems to have read your mind. “i will be here. like i said, my will to be in your arms will undoubtedly always be stronger than my will to fight for liyue.”

you hold on to that promise.

[forestryprompts]

Character A: Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever find happiness…

Character B: Well, if you do, please let me know where you found it. I've been searching for years!

[rico-hyuuga]

INU: Old Gods & Half Demons

@toranoya

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

I was going to put a funny caption here but I can’t think of one

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

Share your lastest WIP! If you want 👀

which one 🥲😂😭💀 i have a few - will this do?

~

“They’re quite odd, aren’t they?” 

Abraxas is snickering when he says it. He’s just loud enough to grate - nothing new - but in what should be the quiet sanctity of the library, his tone sufficiently pulls Tom from his reading. 

His eyes lock on Abraxas across from him and flick to the ‘they’ in question. 

And, of course, it’s the Grangers. 

Since entering the magical community, Tom has learned a thing or two about their societal norms. An interesting component being that it is surprisingly challenging to be seen as ‘odd’ here. A wixen can be any number of things: lazy, stupid, poor, muggle - the list goes on, but ‘odd’ is a category used sparingly when directed towards each other. Much unlike the muggles Tom has known and grown his whole life around. 

He was always seen as odd by them - freakish - and continues to be whenever he returns to the orphanage for summer. So he doesn’t much care for the word. 

Besides, if anything, the Grangers aren't even worth gawking over and snickering about. Their worst can be summed up to anti-socialistic, codependent, and exclusionary behaviours - probably a trauma response from the war. They clearly have no interest in playing house with their dormmates or the rest of the school, so why bother?

They are sitting beneath the second-story stair landing where the elves have managed to shove one last table. It’s one of the more tucked away and private places on this level — a place Tom would not consider and will not consider; he needs to be visible, available — and they’ve claimed it like it’s never belonged to anyone else. Like it was placed there just for them. Their ease of acclimation to Hogwarts as a whole has certainly raised some eyebrows, yet still, he isn’t concerned. 

He had also known Hogwarts was his home the moment he had stepped foot in it, after all. He is not so foolish as to believe himself an outlier.

Hermione Granger’s hands are waving wildly, turning in circles and gesturing in a vague sphere-like shape. She’s talking aloud - not that Tom, or anyone else, can hear it - and doesn’t seem to like what she’s saying, given the harsh line between her brows. Ronald Granger is sitting in front of her and starts shaking his head. He says something and reaches across the table to take her wrists — expands them — the sphere becomes an oval.

Harry Granger sits beside them pensive, with his head down and reading carefully from a book in his hands. He starts to turn the page but pauses; he frowns and looks up.

He looks right at Tom.

Granger blinks once, slowly. He mouths something, but it’s not directed towards Tom because his siblings turn to look at him. It only lasts a moment before they suddenly turn around to stare at Tom as well, their eyes wide and alarmed. 

Tom watches on as Harry Granger slouches - maybe sighs? He shakes his head and palms his face in something like dismay. It doesn't take a legilimens to read his lips now—

“You are both such idiots.” He says.

The corner of Tom’s lips curl. It’s possibly a smile. He’ll never call it that out loud.

“Very,” he finally replies to Abraxas.

[lunaetis]

one-liner call for yínyuè / rover ! give this post a like and i shall send the rover your way ! you're more than welcomed ( and encouraged ) to go wild with your response / lengthen it to your heart's content ! multi pls let me know who it's for !

[cursedfortune]

Her obsidian gaze squinted, enjoying the liveliness of the people as the yearly festival settled in for the week. As per tradition the witch had brought out her stand on wheels, one used solely for six days of fortune telling only to be converted on the last day into a lucky stand. A kissing booth, as it were. The final days of a festival were always the most potent with potential, ripe for her to bless mortals with her favor or curse them for the year. Though the tales of the morbid witch have gone quiet as the eras passed, Mortem still found herself amused by the mortals that dared approach the colorful and yet ominous booth. Fortunes? It said and beneath it sat the witch, an easy going smile as her fingers traced the wood. Try your luck! The sign below her encouraged. Luck? At what? Mortals come and go. Some receive good fortune, a blessing in some manner. Others are politely rejected, disappointed by their potential - a curse in hopes they'd be better next year. The rare few she stares at with a sharpened gaze that almost is something akin to disgust. They flee her when her hand twitches, as if to grab for something that isn’t there. How does one win a game of fortune when it has no rules? Mortem’s attention shifted then, settling upon them. A look of knowing that comes and goes as her gaze is dragged elsewhere - scouting for potentials to beckon with a single glance. A vague but knowing smile curved its way upon her ashen lips, as if the outcome was one she has seen already.

Information to take part is below the cut.

I haven't done this in a while but here we are. If any of this isn't clear to you, just inquire. This is set up so that if you have any muse(s) interested in having their fortune read, they need only approach her stand. Consider it an open starter. To take part you can either: Send an ask with your muse approaching and stating the kind of fortune they wish to have read or if you'd prefer it in the style of a thread, tag me in a separate post. And people who prefer to do it on Discord can just shoot me a DM or tag me in our server. :)

Mortem will give a reading based on what you're inquiring about (subject-wise). The past, present, future. Something specific, something generalized? You can ask for a tarot, palm or crystal ball reading. If you want to provide your own cards for the tarot reading, you can. I'll have Mortem pull by default.

So be sure to arrived with a question! And if you want something more specific, just ask me. ^^

A heads up: There is a chance for Mortem to physically touch your muse(s), lightly kiss their face or hand depending if she believes they deserve a strong blessing of good fortune. There is also the high chance she'll bless or curse someone once it is over. Obviously you don't have to do anything with it, but this is her area of expertise so if you come for a fortune reading please note it will happen and there's no slipping out of it/dodging her blessings or curses. To receive absolutely nothing means she might show up later with a knife. :)

Good luck!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER *  assorted dialogue for muses going undercover as a couple and having to maintain the illusion that they're dating, and all the chaos, feelings, and whatnot that come with it, suggested by dollhidden, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

come on. at least pretend that you like me.

if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more.

what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?

please don't make this too difficult on me.

stop letting go of my hand.

you're going to pay for this later.

that was way too close of a call.

[petname]? that's what we're going with?

could you at least look like you like me for an hour? is that so hard?

admit it. i'm not half bad.

didn't think i would enjoy this as much as i am.

did you take acting classes growing up?

excuse me! i'm just trying to sell the illusion!

do you think they bought it?

you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated.

way to lay it on thick. i think you might have done too good of a job.

pretend to laugh at one of my jokes.

i guess i didn't expect you to dress up for this. i'm impressed.

you know, if you treated me like that on the regular, i might actually start falling in love with you.

they have to believe we're together. how hard can it be?

quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.

you clearly care more about the tiny appetizers than you do me.

i'm just here for the free champagne.

you clean up nice.

that honestly wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.

they're looking over here. quick, say something funny.

that... was surprisingly smooth of you.

you don't date much, do you?

we should pretend to date more often.

hey! my eyes are up here!

shit, they're coming. kiss me.

ACTION PROMPTS all of these are written as if both parties are fake dating and going undercover at some specified event, but feel free to add your own scenarios if you'd like!

[ hand ] sender quickly takes receiver's hand in public to avoid getting caught

[ waist ] sender quickly slides an arm around receiver's waist in public to avoid getting caught

[ propose ] sender stages a dramatic fake proposal to further sell their relationship to the crowd, catching receiver completely off guard

[ fake fight ] sender and receiver stage a coordinated fake fight/messy breakup in front of the crowd

[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time

[ coat ] noticing receiver is cold, sender gives them their coat

[ entrance ] sender and receiver approach the entrance of the secret event and discuss their plans for selling their fake relationship to the crowd

[ slip away ] sender slips away from receiver in order to take a break from pretending, and receiver goes to find them

[ off limits ] sender and receiver are exploring an off limit portion of the event space, get caught, and are forced to try to explain how they got lost

[ the big kiss ] to conceal the fact that they're exploring an off limit portion of the event space, sender kisses receiver dramatically once they're caught

[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event

[ family ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to their family, who just so happens to also be at the event

[ lost ] sender loses receiver in the crowd and rushes to relocate them before their cover is blown

[ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken"

[ exit ] sender and receiver have successfully accomplished their goal, and now must sneak out of the event as covertly as possible

[ spill ] sender accidentally spills their drink on receiver and rushes them to the restroom to clean them up

[ private ] in a brief moment of privacy between the two fake daters, sender admits to receiver that they don't think receiver is as bad as they thought

[monsoon-of-art]

a gamestore near me actually had a legit copy of Pokemon Platinum (Ive been playing on a decent bootleg) so I'm gonna slowly move my Evil Shinies over to the real one

...after I use the real one to catch the legendary birds

[casualscx]

closed starter for @jetaiimee continued from here!

By now, she should've gotten used to being in less than ideal situations. She had spent the last two summers working on and around the marina and so finding herself in a hot and small place wasn't entirely new. But that didn't stop her from whining about it. "Thanks," Sutton said, taking the bottle from him and holding it near her chest. It was a way of cooling down for her, without actually speeding through what they had to work with. "Yeah no, I'm alright. This just... isn't exactly fun," she let out a laugh, watching them. "I knew it was going to be a hot weekend, but I didn't realize it was going to be the heat from hell. —Here," she paused, holding out the bottle for him. "Have some. You have to be thirsty too."

[purple-steven]

*A person with wings flew past the libarys windows fast. Red, blue and yellow feathers similar to a parrots speckled his wings as he lands looking around. A pair of flying goggles covering his eye's. His brown hair messy from the wind.*

@grian-rp

He heard a muffled WOOSH of sorts, looking outside his window to determine what it was. He did see the flurry of feathers and was intrigued, as well as a new person to say hi to! He left the library, wandering over to the person, waving.

Heya!! Are you alright??

//@grian-rp closed rp!