#AUgust prompts

[i-lavabean]

AUgust: what if Kotallo had snuck into Carja lands earlier to try to rescue Itamen and Nasadi for Fashav’s sake?

[fellowshipofthefics]

Happy AU-gust, Fellowship! ☀️

Can you believe we're already approaching the end of summer? Neither can we! We just really couldn't pass up on the opportunity to use AU for the month of AUgust, so here we are! Another fun trope/AU mashup with some fun dialogue prompts!

The AU's and prompts are listed under the cut, mix and match them as you see fit! Or let your followers send in different combinations they'd like to see! Go crazy with it!

Character(s) + AU + Dialogue Prompt = your story!

We want to see your creativity, which comes in a variety of forms! Whether you write 100 words, or 1000+ words, we want to see it, so be sure to tag #fotfics and drop your stories into our queue

Type of AU (trope)

Royalty

Enemies to lovers

Coffee Shop

Poorly timed confession

Social Media

Coworkers

Soulmate

Mythical creatures

Assassin AU

One bed

Fairytale

Mechanic AU

School/University

Science Fiction

Sick Fic

Criminal

Locked in a room

Single Parent

Mutual pining

Meet cute

Dialogue

"Don't explain, just leave."

"You're not my favorite person."

"Maybe next time."

"I'm going to close my eyes and pretend that didn't happen."

"Why didn't you say so!"

"That's not what I was expecting you to say."

"Are you very sure?"

"What's the next step?"

"I'm getting tired of that question."

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Oh, you ARE strong."

"You have yet to prove me guilty."

"At this point, you can only impress me."

"Not once did I stop loving you."

"You don't have to leave."

"Let me help you with that."

"Make me."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Please, I need this."

"Just go back to bed."

[jartylusmicrofics]

Welcome to Jartylus Microfics! (August Prompts)

below are the written prompts so they're a lil easier to read! but thank you so much to those who created work for july! sorry its a lil late but hopefully y'all have fun! - alex <3

belief

money

soak

record

colleague

winter

mug

attention

cemetery

baby

devoted

shallow

hockey

dirty

conference

admit

satisfy

script

old

share

reason

card

longing

heaven

meat

spider

virgin

bus

chemistry

angel

cheat

[magicalmonthlyprompts]

The Smuttening - August 2024

It's a dice roll prompt game! Each column has five prompts, with 6 being a free choice (so if you roll a 6, you get to choose whichever prompt you want)

Each chart comes with 5 categories: location, kink (two BDSM ones included), item (based on the monthly theme), a line of dialogue, and one of the five senses

You roll the dice for every category, leaving you with five prompts altogether to create something steamy.

How you interpret your prompts it totally up to you! Fic, art, dojin, moodboard, you choose the medium that's best for you.

Open to any and all fandoms, as long as the characters involved are 18+.

Use #smuttening or tag the page if you post it on Tumblr!

Happy creating! ~Muse of Mystery

[middleearthpixie]

Here I come bringing my obsession your Ask Box!

AUgust Mashup:

Eomer + Enemies to Lovers + “I didn’t know you cared.”

No pressure: Please and thank you! <3

Ahhhh... I know this took me FOREVER, but here you go (and you should know, this is my very first time ever writing Éomer, so I really hope I got him right!)

I hope you like it! 💜💜💜

Fair Enough

Trope: AUgust Mashup Enemies to Lovers

Quote: “I didn’t know you cared…”

Pairings: Éomer x fem!reader

Warnings: None. Just fluffy fluff

Rating: G

Word Count: 4.6k

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“Isn’t there some way we could just—you know—knock him from his saddle?”

You bit back a smile at Cynewyn’s suggestion, although it did have merit, and tried instead to focus on the plate you were drying. “The trouble with that would be, we might spook his horse and if it was injured, we’d never forgive us, would we?”

“Well, no. I don’t suppose we would. But, the horse might be just fine. Only Éomer would get no less than he deserves.”

“True, but it’s a risk I’d rather not take. The last thing either us or papa needs is to to pay for replacing his horse.”

“It would be no less than he deserves as well, the snake. I’d like to throw a rock at him right now.”

“Makes two of us, but again—” 

“I know,” Cynewyn sighed, “it’s a risk you’d rather not take.”

“Exactly.” You smiled at your older sister. “We can only hope that one day, he gets his and that we are lucky enough to witness it.”

“Which is not going to happen.” Cynewyn went quiet as she dunked another plate into the washbasin. “Still, why would he do that to you, anyway? What was the point?”

You shrugged, taking the plate to wipe dry. “To make sport of me, I suppose. After all, isn’t it funny when a man pretends he’s interested in you and then when you show up at your agreed upon meeting place, he’s nowhere to be found? And isn’t it funny when he and his friends were just outside of the pub, giggling like children, is just so amusing?”

“Men? Bah! They are but boys. Big boys, but boys just the same.” She passed you another plate.

You said nothing, but dried the plate and then slid it onto its shelf in the cupboard, atop the small stack you’d already dried. In the time it took you to do that, Éomer had moved on down the road that ran before the kitchen windows of your family’s small stone cottage. You should have known he’d been sporting with you when he asked you to meet him at the coffeehouse the previous week. Until that morning, he didn't seem to know you were alive. It was only too bad you could not say the same, because not only did you most definitely know he was alive, you thought he was the most perfect man alive. That afternoon, however, he toppled from that pedestal and shattered at its base as far as you were concerned. 

Of course, that didn't mean his thoughtless actions didn't hurt. Because they did. They most definitely did. 

But, you’d not think about what happened any longer. He’d gotten a good laugh at your expense, but you would rise above it. You had no other choice, really. He was the king’s nephew and you were… well…

You were nobody, really. 

A depressing thought.

You finished drying the dishes and left your sister to whatever it was she was doing. You shared a room and night after night, you would stretch out on your bed and try to read whilst she went through her seemingly bottomless supply of fabric for whatever gown she was going to try to copy from whichever lady she saw in town. She was really quite gifted, so you didn’t mind when she asked you to be her model, as you had no dressmaker’s dummy. But tonight, she did not need your assistance and, claiming a headache, instead she chose to go to bed early. A good night’s sleep was always welcomed, but as you lay there in the dark, sleep mocked you instead. It had been happening more and more often now, as the world grew more unsettled and while you could usually find some way to drift off, tonight was not one of those nights. You were simply too restless and so you slipped from the small stone cottage to go for a walk. 

You tried not think about how disappointed you’d been when Éomer stood you up at the coffeehouse. Perhaps you should have expected it, but it hurt just the same. Of course, you weren’t the only one who imagined catching his eye. Half the women of marriageable age in Edoras dreamed of doing just that and no one could blame a one of you. Not only was he the king’s nephew, but he was so blasted handsome, with his long, wavy dark gold hair and direct hazel eyes. And whenever you saw him on horseback—you melted a little on the inside each time.

Of course, now he knew you fancied him and not only that, but he’d used it against you. Knocking him off his horse wasn't even close to being enough. Still, you couldn't dwell on it forever. In time, everyone who was in that coffeehouse would forget.

Everyone but you, anyway. 

“And that is the last we will think of it,” you muttered, trying instead to focus on something, anything, else as you strolled on. 

It was a peaceful night, hints of the coming autumn in the crisp edge of the breeze that stirred the leaves last night’s storm had pulled from the trees. The best thing about the stone cottage at the end of the road in Edoras? You were the farthest point from the king’s residence, which meant you would most likely not cross paths again with Éomer at this time of night. True, he’d been riding south, which meant that at some point he would pass by here again, but you’d have enough warning, as the road was wide and almost no trees lined it. Sneaking up on you would be almost impossible. 

Not that he would even try. He’d made himself perfectly clear where you were concerned. 

The night sky was clear, spangled with stars and moonlight bathed everything as far as you could see an etherial silver color. There had been rumblings to the east, and you’d heard talk amongst the menfolk about the possibility of war, and you also knew that orcs had been seen on the borders of Rohan. And that was why you did not leave your house without a blade of some sort. Although your father was not overjoyed at the thought, he allowed both you and Cynewyn to carry a small sword, which you were almost never without. You weren’t a master by any stretch of the imagination, but Papa had made certain you and your sister learned how to defend yourselves, should the need ever arise.

Your walks had become your way of remaining sane when it seemed there was so much uncertainty all around. The thought of war was so foreign to you, as your father insulated you and Cynewyn as best he could, and yet you knew it wasn’t far off. The king’s health was failing, and you’d heard rumors that he, Éomer, and the king’s advisor, Grima, had been butting heads of late. 

Perhaps that was why Éomer had gone thundering past the kitchen windows on his horse as he had. One too many cross words with his uncle, maybe? In some ways, you hoped so, for if Éomer was banished, life would become easier for you.

But at the same time, if you were completely honest with yourself, you knew if he left for good, you would miss him terribly. How difficult it was, caring so much for a man you also tried so hard to despise! If only you could forgive him.

If only.

You vowed once more to not think about it. 

Instead, you concentrated on the beauty of the night sky, of how those stars seemed so vast and endless, how the moon managed to bathe things silver although it gave off no light. You listened to the whisper of the wind through the scrub grass and bushes that dotted the landscape seemingly to the edge of Middle Earth. The wind whispered, crickets chirped, and in the distance, an owl hooted. A normal night.

Or so you thought.

You heard the noise before you saw the creature that made it and as those sounds reached your ears, the stench reached your nose. Your heart lurched, your stomach kinked, and a sour taste filled your mouth, brought on both by the stink and the coldest, iciest, most petrifying fear that ever permeated your being.

Papa always told you not to venture too far from the road. One never knew what lurked in the fields sweeping east and west, where twisted trees grew in clumps and provided cover for many things.

Such as the orc now standing over Éomer’s prone body.

You ducked, shifting toward the stand of pine trees twisted by the winds, which thankfully carried any sounds you might have made away from the orc and Éomer. Metal clanged Éomer blocked the orc’s downward swing with his blade. He held fast, his arms trembling from the effort and his heavy glove the only thing keeping the dual-sided blade from slicing into his hand.

The orc appeared to brace harder against his blade, determined to run Éomer through and you couldn't let that happen, no matter how angry or hurt you were because of him. So, you slid your blade free and crept about the pines as silently as you knew how. You’d learned from Papa, who would take you with him when he went hunting, and although you could never bring yourself to kill anything, you learned from him just the same. Besides, an orc wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as a deer or fox. Quite the opposite, really. They were the ugliest, vilest, most disgusting creatures to walk the earth as far as you were concerned. 

Your soft-skinned boots made no sound as you approached and the orc never knew what hit him when you swung and cleaved his head clean from his shoulders. What was left of him collapsed like a sandbag atop Éomer, who swore softly as the creature’s thick, black blood splattered him. 

Nausea rose in your throat as it spattered you as well, and you tried to ignore it as you grabbed the still-warm shoulder and threw the corpse back. “Are you all right?”

“I’ve had better nights,” Éomer groaned, rolling over and onto his knees, his sword clattering softly in the dust. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was but going for a walk. What is that—” you gestured to the dead orc—“doing here? They do not usually venture so close to our borders.”

“They grow bolder and have been for some time now.” He rocked back on his knees and swept his silver and brass helmet from his head to let it clatter to the ground alongside his sword. “Are you all right?”

“Me? I am fine.” You resheathed your sword and carefully crouched alongside him. His dark blond hair was damp with sweat, pulled away from his face and held back with a small strip of worn leather. “And you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing.” He winced as he shifted onto his backside and gingerly prodded at his left thigh.

You looked down, your stomach clenching at the sight of the wound that must’ve bled terribly, for the entire front of his trouser leg was stained with a large wet patch. It looked as if the orc’s blade had sliced through the fabric. Without thinking, you brushed his hands aside to see for yourself and as soon as you had, you wished you hadn’t. 

The wound was ugly and raw, a long slice from just below his hip to his knee, and still bled freely. “We need to get you home.”

“You go on. I need to find my horse.”

“Your horse is not here,” you told him, scanning all around to make certain you weren’t lying. You were’t. There was no sign of a horse anywhere about. “Come, let’s get you up and I will help you.”

“Just leave me…”

“Oh, don’t be a fool!”

He jerked back. “I am serious. Leave me. The last I want is harm befalling you on my behalf. So please, just go. There will be more of them coming, looking for this one,” he nudged the corpse with one boot. “And I am not at all certain I’d be able to protect you.”

“You mean you aren’t certain you’d want to.”

He just stared up at you. “I didn't say that, nor would I.”

“You might as well. Aren’t I only a laugh to you anyway? Ever the fool for you and your friends to chuckle over.”

At least he didn't try to deny his actions or motivations as he said, “Oh… the coffeehouse.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “the coffeehouse. So, you’ll forgive me if I don't believe you would lift a finger to keep an orc away from me. Of course, you would do well to remember that it was I who saved you from an orc regardless. Still, if you wish to be left alone, far be it from me to insist on staying.”

You moved to stand, only to have him catch you by the wrist. “No, please,” he said softly, looking up once more, “don’t go. I—I owe you an apology for that.”

“To save your sorry skin, no doubt.”

To your surprise, he chuckled. “I deserve that.”

“Oh, that’s mighty big of you to admit,” you said dryly. “How very big indeed.”

“Very well, you’re right, you know. About all of it. And I mean that in the most sincere manner possible. Honest.”

That took a bit of wind from your sails and you sighed. “Perhaps we might fight about it later?”

He bobbed his head. “I wholeheartedly agree with that notion. Much, much later. In fact, we should never speak of it again.”

“Once you apologize, you mean.”

“I just did apologize.”

“No,” you shook your head, “you said you owed me one, which you do of course. But admitting it is not an actual apology.”

To your surprise, he burst out laughing. It was cut short by a sharp inhale of pain, but his smile only wavered as he snorted, “You’re joking, right?”

“You mean to tell me you honestly considered that an apology? Those sorry words? Truly?”

“Well…” he nodded. “Yes."

“Fine.” You stood up and brushed dirt and crushed pine needles from your backside. “I’ll bid you good eve then. You should hope you’re mobile once more before they come looking for their friend.”

You had every intention of marching off, of just leaving him there to rot, not caring if any more orcs happened upon him. It would serve him right. Apology. Bah! He could go pound sand, as Papa would say.

However, you only got maybe ten feet away when your conscience got the better of you and you came back to find he hadn’t moved an inch. 

“Come,” you growled, crouching beside him once more to take hold of his left wrist. “Let’s get you back.”

“I didn't know you cared,” he said even as he allowed you to help him up.

“I don’t. I should let you rot.”

“So, why aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. I’m a soft-hearted fool, I suppose.” You gave a not so gentle tug. “We should go. His pack is bound to notice he’s not returned and I do not want to have to explain to your uncle how I let you get butchered by orcs.”

“I’ll be forever grateful,” he replied drolly.

“Do you wish my help or not?”

He draped an arm about your shoulder. “Yes, of course I do. And I appreciate it as well.” He winced. “How far are we from Edoras’ border?”

“It’s better if you don’t know.”

“That far, eh?”

He leaned heavily on your shoulder, and you tried to ignore the stinging along your neck, the dull ache that spread down into your shoulder from bearing the brunt of his weight, as he was considerably taller and heavier than you were. “I’m afraid so, yes.”

“Wonderful.”

For reasons you couldn't begin to explain, the drollness in his deep voice made you laugh. “Yes, I couldn’t agree more.”

You managed to get him back to the road, him leaning hard against you with each step he took on his wounded leg. And with each step, his gait slowed. “Take care,” he said when you stumbled. “It would do us both no good if we fell.”

“I beg your… pardon,” you gritted, hefting him higher on your shoulder once more, “but… you are… not light, you know.”

“I know and I appreciate your help here as well.” He went silent for a long moment, then, drew in a deep breath and added, “And I’m sorry. For what I did at the coffeehouse.”

“All you had to do was come in and tell me you’d changed your mind, you know.” you told him, staring straight ahead, waiting for Edoras’ reassuring lights to come into view. At least then, you knew you’d be close to home and close to safety. 

“The thing of it is, I didn’t change my mind.” The regret in his voice surprised you and you stopped without warning, catching him as he stumbled, then scolded, “Take care, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m sorry, but what? What do you mean, you didn't change your mind? Of course you did. I was there, remember? I was there and you were not.”

“No, I know that, but,” he pulled free, easing his arm from about her shoulders before shifting to settle on a rock, “I need to sit a moment.”

You didn't fight him, happy to be free of his weight, even if only for a few minutes. You rubbed the side of your neck. “Only a few minutes, though. We don’t know how much time we have left.”

“I know.” He looked up at you. “I didn’t change my mind, you know.”

“So you’ve said. What you haven’t said, was why you just left me sitting there like a fool.” Finally, you were able to get that weight off your chest, your eyes stinging the way they had in the coffeehouse, when you realized he was not coming through the door. “Why did you do that to me?”

“I was coming in,” he said slowly, looking up to meet your gaze, “and when I saw you… I got nervous and I know that sounds idiotic, but it’s the truth. It was a stupid, fool thing to do to you and I am ever so sorry I hurt you. If I could but do it over, I would walk through that door and we would not be having this conversation. And for that, I am also sorry.”

You had waited so long for him to assume responsibility for how he’d hurt you. And now that he had, you were at a loss for words. How did you respond to that? What did you say?

“Am I supposed to believe you had an attack of nerves? You, of all people?”

“Is that so hard to believe? I’m only human as human as any other man, you know. And that means that yes, sometimes, I have an attack of nerves. I’m not made of stone, I’ll have you know and you—”

You waited a moment for him to finish, your heart beating erratically now as those words were the last ones she ever thought she’d hear from him. But, when he remained silent, just staring at the ground, you leaned in. “I what?”

He looked up then, his eyes soft, and murmured, “You stole the breath from my lungs.”

You could only stare. Were you but dreaming or perhaps he’d suffered a head injury before you reached him? One of those had to be the truth because there was no other rational explanation for his words, no matter how they set butterflies free in your belly to batter your insides with their wildly-beating wings. 

“Éomer, I—I don’t know what to say,” you finally managed. 

“No, I’m sure you don’t,” he replied softly. “And I cannot fault you. But, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I would like another chance. A chance to right things between us.”

“Things between us? Is there a thing between us, never mind more than one?”

To your surprise, a sheepish smile lifted his lips. “I should like there to be.” 

“I don’t even like you, you know.”

His grin widened. “Somehow, I don’t believe that. After all, you came back, didn’t you?”

“Don’t let it go to your head. I could still leave you out here.”

“You could.” He nodded, then shook his head. “But you won’t.”

You stared at him for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh of resignation. “No. I don't suppose I will.”

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I knew it.”

You offered up a smile of your own and then, with all the force you could generate, you punched him square in the shoulder. 

He yelped as the blow sent him rocking backwards. “What was that for?”

“Because you, Éomer, are an ass and I should leave you here to suffer whatever fate you deserve.”

“You should, but I wish you wouldn’t.” He reached for your hand, caught it, and linked his fingers with yours. “I am truly sorry, though. You have to believe me.”

“Why should I believe you now?”

Éomer winced as he carefully stood. “Because I would like the chance to right my wrong where you are concerned.”

You looked up at him. “And how do you think you can do such a thing? I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” 

“I’m fairly certain I do.”

He smiled then and bent and before you could say anything, his lips met yours. Despite his wounded leg, he caught your face between his hands, not so much as wavering as his lips moved teasingly and gentle against yours, as his tongue eased between your lips to caress yours, and you shivered at the silken caress. His lips were soft and warm and those butterflies fluttered harder now, with more fury as he kissed you slow and deep and made your head spin as it had never spun before. 

Éomer was slightly breathless when he drew back. “So, will you allow me another chance? A chance to right what I’ve done wrong?”

“By all rights, I should say no.”

“But you won’t.” His hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.

“No,” you shook your head slowly, “I won’t.”

In the distance, came the snarl of wargs and that was enough to spur Éomer to drape his arm about your neck once more and say, “We should go.”

“A wise idea, to be sure.”

You made it back to Edoras without incident and you wasted no time in rousing the healer  from her bed, just as she wasted no time in shooing you from the infirmary. Someone must have alerted Éowyn as well, for she came hurrying down the corridor, her hair bound up away from her face and still in her nightdress.

“What happened?”

“He was set upon by orcs just beyond the border.”

“But what were you doing out there?”

You managed a smile. “I was but going for a walk. I was having trouble sleeping, and sometimes that helps.”

“You need be careful,” she warned. “What if you’d been alone?”

“We won’t think about that.”

The healer came out. “My lady,” she said with a tired smile. “His lordship is resting now and he’d like to see you.” 

Éowyn stepped forward, only to have the healer shake her head. “No, my lady, I’m sorry. He meant you,” she said, looking at you.

You swallowed hard. “M-me?”

The healer nodded now. “He was very clear.”

“I’ll just see what he might want,” you said, feeling no little guilt at Éowyn’s almost hurt expression. “And when he hears you’ve come down to see him, I’m sure he will ask you be brought in.”

Éowyn said nothing, but bobbed her head and you followed the healer into the small, quiet, semi-dark room. 

Éomer was abed, the linens stark even against his pale hair, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, as you’d never seen him so informally dressed, his loose tunic left unlaced to offer up an enticing patch of what you were certain was a finely-muscled chest. The image that came to your mind brought those butterflies to life once more deep within your belly. 

His eyes were closed, his enviably thick lashes dark crescents against his pale cheeks, but as you drew near, they opened and a tired smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “I thought perhaps I’d dreamed everything that happened this night,” he said softly, “but the pain is far too real.”

“I assume your healer stitched the wound. It looked fairly ugly.”

He nodded. “She did. I can resume duties in a week, according to her.” He gestured for you to come closer and when you did, he added in a whisper, “and we won’t tell her when I’m gone come morning, will we?”

“You should take her advice.”

“I cannot. Not right now.”

“Éomer, you will be useless with only a few hours’ rest and one leg. You need allow yourself time to heal.”

“Are you taking her side?”

“In this?” You nodded. “Absolutely.”

“But… you’re supposed to take my side.” 

“I would be, if you weren’t talking such foolishness.”

“Ouch. You wound me.” As he spoke, he reached out and caught your hand, and your mouth went dry as he gave a gentle tug. “Come and lay with me.”

“I couldn’t.”

“You could.”

“Éomer.”

“What?”

“I don't even like you.”

His eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “We both know that isn’t true, don’t we?”

“Oh, it’s true.”

“Liar.” He tugged again. “Are you truly going to make a wounded man beg?”

“Éomer.”

“What?” He brought your hand to his lips, to your surprise, brushed its back with a kiss and murmured, “Please?”

You stared down at him for a long moment. “You are supposed to be injured.”

“I am injured. Nearly twenty stitches are holding that wound closed. But somehow, I don't think I’ll mind being trapped in this bed, if I have someone to share it with.”

Your heart fluttered. “Éomer. You are in an infirmary.”

“I know, but I’m in my own room, as you see.” He smiled. “No one will bother us and I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

With that, his smile grew mischievous. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I didn’t. And then, the next time I see you in the great hall or the yard, I’ll just look across at you and smile and only you will know why.”

You sighed softly and then, after a quick look about, gingerly stretched out alongside him, your heart beating faster as he drew his arm about your shoulders to tug you closer. You peered up at him. “And why will I be smiling?”

His eyes glinted with that same hint of mischief that let loose even more butterflies in your belly. “You’ll see.”

With that, he caught you beneath the chin with one bent finger, lifting your face ever so slightly and as his lips captured yours, you smiled. “You aren’t going anywhere come morning, you know.”

He broke the teasing kiss to gaze down at you. “Is that so?”

“It is,” you nodded, “because you have some very real making up to me to do. And I’m fairly certain it will take longer than a few hours."

“Making up to you, you say?” One dark brow arched and his smile grew wicked with promise. “I think that’s fair enough.”

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August Prompts — Winter edition

A mini-challenge I propose is to write microfics, between 50 and 500 words, but it’s up to you.

Feel free to do as you wish. The important thing is to try writing and have fun!

More challenges! ;; Summer edition

Day 1: Fondue

Day 2: Comfort

Day 3: Touch

Day 4: Blanket

Day 5: Afternoon

Day 6: Love confession

Day 7: Gloves

Day 8: First snow

Day 9: Chimney

Day 10: Hot chocolate

Day 11: Fruit

Day 12: Sick

Day 13: Zealous

Day 14: Fog

Day 15: Hills

Day 16: Coffee

Day 17: Wood stove

Day 18: Fireplace

Day 19: Talisman

Day 20: Rain

Day 21: Scarf

Day 22: Temperature

Day 23: Fantasy

Day 24: Wellington boots

Day 25: Apple

Day 26: Socks

Day 27: Moonlight

Day 28: Fake dating

Day 29: Soulmate

Day 30: Mulled wine

Day 31: Cold

[zazuprompts]

Picture ID under the cut:

[ID: A list of prompts in three columns. The background is a desaturated photograph of purple irises. The bottom corners have credits on them. The right corner is the credit for the background, which is to Gabriel Miklos @ Unsplash.com. The left corner is the credit/signature of the blog, Zazu Prompts. The title and prompts are as follows:

August 2024 Prompts List:

Prepare

None

Veil

Problem

Dodge

Kick

Arcane

Stumble

Power

Silent

Pierce

Theory

Parched

Strike

Item

Savage

Multiple

Slow

High

Imbue

Delude

Wretched

Boundary

Help

Recuperate

Order

Measure

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[throneofglassmicrofics]

Welcome to the August Masterlist for ToGMicrofics!

You can write for everyday or just one.

Combine prompts or not, interpret as you want.

Write the story in less than 1k words.

Write for whichever ship you want, or general characters/relationships.

Be sure to @ us and we'll reblog your work here for all to see!

Be sure to add triggers if/as needed :)

Any other questions? Send an ask or dm!

FAQ // Intro Post

Reminder, there will be no prompt list for September. Instead, check out the prompts for Rowaelin Month! (not associated with this blog)

Text list of prompts beneath the cut:

Notebook Spiral Closure Lake Bridge Forest Acceptance Dock Ferris Wheel Toolbox Bingo Splurge Hand-In-Hand Fort Whistle Arcade Quake Season Backpack Splash Lazy Practice Wrestle Vanish Gifted Absorb Indigo Track Museum Knowledge Golden

[nocturna-iv]

August Challenge 2023

Week 1

“Technically, it’s not illegal.”

Observe.

Flowers in my hair and demons in my head.

Bullets.

“Is it possible to love too much?”

Magic Curse.

“I don’t need luck; I have ammunition.”

Bonus:

Library.

“I don’t regret anything.”

Meaningful glances.

Week 2

Share.

If you’re excited to think about it, imagine doing it.

Tea.

“I would like you to stay.”

Paralyzing Poison.

“There can’t be someone so good.”

Appropriate.

Bonus:

Coffee Shop.

“Bestow upon me a smile.”

Pretend to be Allies.

Week 3

It’s difficult to be unpleasant by accident.

Bottles.

“I can’t concentrate without you here.”

Mind Control.

“No matter what I want.”

Bite.

The sunset is the dawn of those who work in the shadows.

Bonus:

Boulevard.

“You possess innate talent.”

Infiltrate in Disguise.

Week 4

Appetizer.

“Would you reconsider your answer if I wasn’t drunk?”

Body Swap.

“Don’t touch what is not yours.”

Devour.

In feelings, the most difficult thing is to coincide.

Honey.

Bonus:

Casino.

“I adore you.”

Devil’s Advocate.

Week 5

“My thoughts... wander as we dance like this.”

Kiss or Death.

The truth.

Bonus:

Office.

“Are you using my cologne?”

The calm before the storm.

[renee-writer]

August Prompts Day 19 Palm Trees

You can just breath better

Where the palm trees grow

Where the air smells of salt

And the people move slow

Like they are always walking on sand

Whether they are or not

Stressed?

Travel down to where the palm trees grow.

[englishstrawbie]

august 11th : popsicle

Lucy twists her head from side to side and rolls her shoulders, trying to dispel the tension she holds. It has been a long week – and it is only Wednesday. After the discovery of three dead marines on Kailua beach two days ago, the team has been flat out trying to find out who is behind their murders.

Lucy scrunches her nose and wipes the sweat from her brow, then re-reads the witness statements on the screen in front of her. The air conditioning is working hard to keep her cool in the middle of the latest heatwave that has hit O’ahu. Lucy is used to hot Texan summers and is coping better than most – and certainly better than Kate.

Speaking of, Lucy hears the front door swing open and a loud sigh as Kate appears in the kitchen.

“That’s it, I’m transferring back to D.C.”

Lucy smiles. It is not the first time she has heard this from Kate.

“They say it’s going to cool down after the weekend.”

Kate grunts in reply as she opens the refrigerator and sticks her head inside, moaning with delight as the cold air cools her down. She grabs a can of soda and then pulls out a popsicle from the freezer drawer.

“Want one?”

Lucy shakes her head, no, so Kate keeps it for herself. Pushing the drawer closed, she kicks off her shoes and pads across the apartment, only pausing to press a kiss against Lucy’s forehead.

“Hey you,” she says softly.

“Hey.”

Lucy watches as Kate goes to the couch, places the soda and popsicle on the table, and pauses to strip herself of her shirt and trousers. Lucy feels her breath hitch in her throat at the sight of Kate in her underwear. The familiar butterflies flutter in her stomach and she can’t keep her eyes off her girlfriend as she stretches her long legs along the cushions and leans her head back against the armrest. She has been enchanted by Kate’s beauty since the day she met her and that feeling has never gone away – and she hopes it never will.

Kate reaches for the popsicle and removes the wrapper, sighing happily as she puts the frozen lolly in her mouth, her tongue gliding over the ice.

Oblivious to the effect she is having, Lucy’s teeth sink so deeply into her bottom lip that she nearly draws blood. Giving up on work, she slams her laptop shut and walks over to the couch, stealing the last of the popsicle from Kate’s hand.

“Hey!” Kate grumbles, sitting upright to try and take it back.

Lucy sees her opportunity and climbs into Kate’s lap, straddling her hips.

“Lucy, it’s too hot,” Kate whines.

Lucy puts the popsicle in her mouth and covers her lips with the sticky syrup, then kisses Kate.

“Then let me cool you down.”

She repeats her action, but this time she presses her lips to Kate’s neck, cooling her pulse point.

“Better?”

Kate hums happily, her earlier objections gone. “Don’t stop.”

august prompts

(I know it's the 15th... life was busy last week and I was away for the weekend, so there was a delay in writing this up. 😊)

[fellowshipofthefics]

Happy AU-gust, Fellowship! ☀️

We hope your summer is going well, and as you can see, we had to have fun with this month's title. We just couldn't pass up on the opportunity to use AU for the month of AUgust, so here we are! Another fun trope/AU mashup with some fun dialogue prompts!

The AU's and prompts are listed under the cut, mix and match them as you see fit! Or let your followers send in different combinations they'd like to see!

Character(s) + AU + Dialogue Prompt = your story!

We want to see your creativity, which comes in a variety of forms! Whether you write 100 words, or 1000+ words, we want to see it, so be sure to tag #fotfics and drop your stories into our queue via → this form!

Type of AU (trope)

Royalty

Enemies to lovers

Coffee Shop

Poorly timed confession

Social Media

Coworkers

Soulmate

Mythical creatures

Shrunken (Tiny)

There was only one bed

Fairytale

Magic

School/University

Science Fiction

Sick Fic

Criminal

Locked in a room

Holidays

Mutual pining

Meet cute

Dialogue

A. “Why are you looking at me like that?” B. "Can we just stay here?” C. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” D. "I don’t have anyone else." E. "Working together again, it’s just like old times." F. "How long has it been since you've slept?" G. “I didn’t know you cared.” H. “Let’s forget any of this ever happened.” I. "What if someone sees us?" J. "You’re lucky that you’re cute." K. “Oh, I love how dramatic this is.” L. “Would you please just kiss me?” M. “Just look at me. Forget everything else.” N. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” O. “Everything went according to plan.” P. “Not my first choice.” Q. “Come on, you can do better than that.”  R. "I don't know how to repay you." S. "I'm sorry I took so long." T. "We have plans! Why do we have plans?"

[sijetaismoi]

[Fanfiction] I heard you (Summer of small doses)

Summary: At Angela's garden party, Lucy tells Tim about the date she was on.

Prompt: Garden party (@creativepromptsforwriting)

I received the loveliest comments on this one. I'm so glad some of you are enjoying these stories, and so grateful for the time you took to like/comment/send kudos. You are the best ❤️

[magicalmonthlyprompts]

Theme Travel

Gemstone Peridot (details found here)

Flower Gladiolus & Poppy (details found here)

Trope Sleep Intimacy

Dialogue Fluff - “Here, let’s share the blanket.” Angst - “I’ll leave if you ask me to.”

Roulette (Weather)  Storm

Happy creating!  ~Muse of Mystery

[docescene]

August Prompts — Summer edition

A mini-challenge I propose is to write microfics, between 50 and 500 words, but it’s up to you.

Feel free to do as you wish. The important thing is to try writing and have fun!

More challenges! ;; Winter edition

Day 1: Sunglasses

Day 2: Movie night

Day 3: Florist

Day 4: Notebook

Day 5: Hand kiss

Day 6: Swimming pool

Day 7: Date

Day 8: Cycle path

Day 9: Watermelon

Day 10: Heatwave

Day 11: Sorbets

Day 12: Library

Day 13: Affection

Day 14: Lemonade

Day 15: Beach

Day 16: Garden

Day 17: Festival

Day 18: Breeze

Day 19: Flower language

Day 20: Handmade

Day 21: Pineapple

Day 22: Time traval

Day 23: Cold drink

Day 24: Adventure

Day 25: Party

Day 26: Sunscreen

Day 27: Barbecue

Day 28: Throne

Day 29: Arranged Married

Day 30: Cocktail

Day 31: Sea

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Criminal Minds August Prompt List - Back to School

All photo credits at the end

Good evening loves! We made it to July! To Celebrate, here are some August prompts. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins, who always make the best prompt lists. I won’t write for all of my prompts, but I might for a few. I decided to go with a theme for these August Promts and it is Back to School, and there are a few in here that I am very excited about. Many of these I imagine that team in high school or college, but you can write these however you like! I realize that many of these are more specific than some of my other prompt lists, so feel free to expand or change the prompts if you like, or make up your own! 

The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Back to School words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now - Love Levi ❤️

❣️ Special shoutout to my moots who helped me with this mood board: @ssahotchnerr @cumulo-stratus @egdropsoop

Y'all should all check out their blogs!

You can find all the prompts below the cut

General Prompts

Characters A and B meet each other for the first time when they share a dorm room. 

Character A and Character B are in biology together and Character A agrees to tutor Character B. 

The BAU faces an Unsub that’s targeting kids walking home from school. 

Characters A and B are rivals on the speech and debate team, when they are put on the same team, they have to work out their differences. 

A case that deals with a drug dealer dealing to college kids, but ends in murder. 

Character A goes to a college party for the first time and sees the cutest person ever, Character B. 

A member of the BAU gets obsessed with a J-Drama and starts packing the team bento boxes with their favorite foods. 

Character A wants to rush for a sorority and talks to Character B about it. 

Character A wants to rush for a fraternity and talks to Character B about it. 

The BAU works a case at a school in lockdown. 

Character A is working on a second degree and Character B helps them study or looks after their kid(s) so they can get school work done. 

In a case dealing with Character A’s past, Character B finds Character A’s school records and finds something surprising. 

When a CM kid gets caught in a cheating scandal, Characters A and B give them a harsh look at the importance of honesty. 

Character A makes Character B cookies with milk after a long day and reminds Character B of their childhood. 

A BAU kid suspects an Unsub in a video game server that they play once they finish homework. 

A major shake-up in the BAU has the whole team feeling like new agents again. 

Characters A and B take their child Back to School shopping. 

A BAU case takes the team to an expensive private school.   

Character A gets the flu from their child, and Character B forces them home. 

Character A thought bullying would be only for their teens, but it seems to have followed them to the BAU. When Character B finds out about it, they take the issue personally. 

Character A is running late for a team meeting and feels like they are running late to school. 

The BAU takes silly photos like picture day at school.

Character A is attending the FBI academy and finds their lecturer, Character B attractive. 

A friend and old classmate of Character A becomes an Unsub, pulling Character A and the team into their past. 

Character A thought they’d have sex in high school, then college, and now that Character B is going there, they have to tell the truth. Character B is very understanding, as they’re in the same situation.  

After losing a bet, Character A has to take the ACT as a punishment. 

The red string of fate trope with Characters A and B. 

C’s get degrees, but not in the FBI. That was until Character A came along. 

High school sweethearts meet up again unexpectedly as adults. 

Characters A is a film student directing a horror film, but the murders in their script start happening in real life. 

Characters A and B help chaperone a field trip when disaster strikes. 

Word Prompts

Backpack

Homework

Study

Practice 

Exams

Alumni 

Blackout 

Papercut 

Eye Strain 

Dress Code 

Dialog Prompts 

“So is the FBI Qualification test like the SAT?” 

“Sweetheart, I know it’s hard to let (our/your child) go to kindergarten, but I promise they’ll do amazing?” 

“Listen _______, I can decorate my desk like a high school locker if I want!” 

“This headache won’t go away, it's like when I failed that physics test with a 23.” 

“______ you’re going to do great. I know high school is daunting, but I support you 100%. You’re going to do amazing!” 

“_______ what year did you graduate college, the first time?” 

Art Prompts

A picture of any BAU character on their first day of school. 

A picture of any BAU kid on their first day of school. 

Any CM character studying.

Any CM character playing a sport. 

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