#LD prompts

[louisdulacblog]

Iwtv fic prompt

Pairing: Devil's Minion | AU: Twilight

• Casting •

† Bella Swan → Daniel Molloy • † Edward Cullen → Armand • † Alice Cullen → Claudia • † Jasper Cullen → Madeleine Epavier • † Rosalie Cullen → Louis de Pointe du Lac • † Emmet Cullen → Lestat de Lioncourt • Charlie Swan → † David Tablot

Reason for casting:

Bella Swan → Daniel Molloy:

1. Daniel would excel as a cop's. His curiosity would constantly lead him to places he shouldn't. He also is very shy and keeps to himself like Bella. Though he's more interesting than her he would make the choices she makes in the books

2. Would want to become a vampire very quickly.

Edward Cullen → Armand

1. His stalker tendencies fit well with Edward. But he won't have to be doubtful. He'll want to kill then want a relationship with Daniel. His family would try to stop him and not the other way around unlike Edward.

2. He would definitely not want Daniel to be a vampire so soon especially knowing the consequences.

Alice Cullen → Claudia

Alice and Claudia's aura are so similar. Their wide eyes and child-like mocking aesthetic. (Refering to Season One Claudia)

Claudia seeing the future would be so dope. Also she'd definitely want to be friends with Daniel.

Jasper Cullen → Madeleine Epavier

She was a very new vampire in season two so her being the youngest would fit with the story beats of Twilight.

She gives badass energy. Also her fucking Nazis and being there for World War One would have been badass if she actually fought in the war. (And also both these characters are associated with the bad side of the war Jasper: confederate army, Madeleine: Nazis)

Rosalie Cullen → Louis de Pointe du Lac

Louis and Rosalie both are described as beautiful than the rest than they should normally be. They are often desired by all. (Also both have history sort of with Edward/Armand which could be a plot point with Daniel's jealousy)

Rosalie and Louis both hate being turned. They'd rather be human and mourn their loss in humanity.

Emmett Cullen → Lestat de Lioncourt

Both would be the comic relief. Lestat would like Daniel a lot. (And Louis/Rosalie would take this as more reason to not like Daniel/Bella.) They are both very model-standards for men.

They are both filled with mischief and would pair well with Claudia/Alice. Not that Lestat is dumb but he fits well with the Emmett role, doesn't mean he'll have Emmett's line word by word.

This is just a suggestion of course. You don't have to use these reasons or casting.

Blurb:

About three things Daniel was absolutely sure about.

First, Armand was a vampire.

Second, there was a part of Armand - and Daniel didn't know how dominant that part might be - that thirsted for his blood.

And third, Daniel was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

[lunar-alden]

Zayne calls you his girlfriend (English dub)

Pet Names Masterpost!

[redezign-yr-logo]

LD'03TOBER PROMPT CALENDAR

YAY !!!! Thank you ElbowStuff for helping me name it :]

ANYWAYS !!! This month is the Lemon Demon albums Clown Circus and Live From The Haunted Candle Shop!! So just draw that the songs make ya think of :]

I'd say tag it LD'03tober 2024 or LD03tober 2024 LOL

[lotsofsq]

Hey there! I know it's a little late for the Human Touch Ask Game, but I figured I'd send you a few anyways in case you want some drawing ideas! No worries if it's too late :D Any mashup/combination of SQ, Mr. curtain, Mr. Benedict, and/or the Ten Men for 8, 17, 20, or 43!

you are not late at all!! i love getting these no matter how long ago i did the game! also you are speaking to my heart rn with those character choices i love you so much 💖💖

8: shielding with their body

show versions but i think about nathaniel shielding sq literally all the time so this was such a good prompt for me thank you 🙏

[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of nathaniel holding sq to his chest and looking behind himself angrily and protectively. sq is shaking and clinging to his sleeve. sq’s eyes are wide and frightened.]

[otakubimbo]

200 FOLLOWERS?!??!

oh uhm hi, it seems during my accidental hiatus I got 200 followers. I have no clue what I shall do for this honor but i reckon I'll do a little prompt request, maybe??

Event can be found here.

[toasthoneyandstardust]

I was really busy this past weekend, but I did manage to grind out the past few days of Cringetober!

Day 6 Neko/Animal Features I didn't have much of an idea for it so, so I made a quick edit, originally VF Pidge WAS supposed to have cat features, but he looks more like a squirrel so that's what I'm sticking with

Day 7 & 9 Pinterest Base and Crossover Ship The base for this is from mellon_soup and the crossover pair is VF Pidge/VLD Shiro! @breadstickcat is to blame for this ship, but I actually do think it's cute and is the only kind of shidge I like, the ship name is actually Sharrell though

Day 8 Tumblr Sexyman Plan A was to draw Cecil Palmer since he won the tumblr sexyman poll on here but he has no canon look, plan B was Sans since he won on twitter but i got lazy, so here's the Oncelor LMAO

Day 10 Fursona I chose a Jackalope for this, originally I was just going to do another animal feature thing, but I decided to test my skills on anthro animals, she looks better than i thought she would

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #9

Prompt: White Coat Syndrome

Fandom/OCs: Jurassic World (Claire and Owen)

Words: 1700

Inspiration: None

Author’s comments/background: Set before the events of the first Jurassic World movie, a few days after the last fic I wrote for this fandom (read it here if you want). I know this isn’t a super popular fandom, but as I said before, it’s one I know well and can write easily. And guys like Owen are the perfect whumpees in my opinion. 

~~~***~~~

Claire wasn't sure what led her to go check on Owen that evening, except that she had a hunch he might need some help. The Monday after their strange “date”, he didn’t show up for work, and after some digging, she learned he had called in sick. A man like Owen Grady, born and raised in the military, doesn’t call into work for a cold, or for anything short of being near death. He hadn’t been well on Saturday, but it hadn’t seemed like anything alarming. Had he worsened over the rest of the weekend?

Going completely against her character, she actually left work early that day. “I won’t even leave in time to make sure I get dinner at a decent hour, but I’m leaving early to check on some random guy. What does that say about me?” she muttered to herself as she drove over to his bungalow. 

It looked much the same as it had two days prior, though today it had an almost deserted feel. With some trepidation, Claire mounted the steps and knocked. It took several tries before he answered, and when he did she regretted not texting ahead like she’d considered. He was an awful mess, looking sicker than anyone she’d ever seen. He was sweaty and disheveled, and he sagged against the doorframe as if his legs couldn’t hold him, yawning and shirtless and dressed in athletic shorts. Behind him his house was dark with all the blinds drawn, so she couldn’t see what lay beyond. 

“Claire?” he croaked, squinting into the afternoon sunlight, though he stayed as far back from the light as he could. “Whadt are you doi’g here?”

“I heard you were still sick, so I came to check on you. I’m glad I did, because, wow, are you looking horrible. Are you… okay?” 

“I mbean… I’ve been bedder. I wouldn’t have called in if I wasn’t sigck as hell.” He coughed wetly, proving his point. “Did you cumb jusdt to see for yourself, vouch to the bosses thadt I’mb ndot playi’g hooky? 

“I came because I was worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were taking care of yourself. Can I… come in for a minute?”

Owen ran a hand through his tangled hair. “I mbean… thadt’s really ndot ndecessary. I’mb fide. But I guess suidt yourself.” He stood aside to let her brush past. 

“I can see from here that you’re most certainly not fine. You said it yourself, you wouldn’t have called in if you were fine. Here, sit. Or lie down if you want. I’m sorry I got you out of bed. Can I get you anything?”

“Ndo. I told you, I’mb fide. I’mb… I’mb handli’g idt.” He gingerly lowered himself to the couch and lay back as he spoke, pressing a hand to his forehead as if in pain. 

“Nothing? Not even a glass of water? I can run to the store too. Whatever you need.”

“I guess sumb water. Budt you really don’t have to stay. I don’t wandt you to catch this.”

She ignored him and fetched him a tall glass of ice water. He sat up awkwardly, drinking down the liquid as if he hadn’t drunk anything all day. The way the fever sweat was pouring off him, she guessed he probably felt like he hadn’t. She’d brought a clean, dry cloth back with her from the kitchen and sponged off the sweat from his face and neck as he drank, then pressed her palm to his forehead. He was roaring with heat, much warmer than he’d been only a few nights before. He groaned softly as he leaned into her touch. 

“Damn, I should’ve brought a thermometer,” she sighed. “What hurts? You have to have some sort of infection with a fever like that.”

He shrugged, stifling a cough. “Mbainly jusdt mby head. I’ve had the worst splitti’g headache since yesterday. Mby ndose, I guess. Jusdt totally plugged up.” 

“Is there green mucus when you sneeze?”

“Umb… yeah,” he mumbled, embarrassed. 

“And your headache is here?” she gently touched right between his eyes. He nodded miserably, pressing the ice-filled glass to the spot as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

“Sinus infection,” she said, nodding sagely. “That means antibiotics. C’mon, I’ll drive you to the doctor. I don’t trust you behind the wheel, since I’m sure your head hurts too badly to see straight.”

Owen made a face. “I’ll jusdt ledt idt run idt’s course. I’mb ndot goi’g to the doctor jusdt for a cold.”

“Sinus infection,” Claire corrected. “And yes you are. It’ll take weeks to clear up on its own, if it ever does, and you’ll get worse before you get better. Trust me, the doctor is what you want.”

“Ndo, I really don’t. I’mb fide withoudt,” he insisted, and this time Claire thought she saw a flash of fear in his eyes. 

Claire raised her eyebrows. “Owen Grady, are you afraid of going to the doctor? You are, aren’t you!” she answered herself when he shook his head mutely, his eyes wide. “You’re not afraid of raptors, but you’re afraid of people in white coats?”

He sighed, then coughed wetly, glancing away. “Adt least the raptors would kill mbe fasdt. Doctors poke and prod you until you die a slow, paindful death instead. I had enough of thadt in the service.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” she said. “It’ll be a short visit. Just in and out to get a prescription. And I’ll be with you every step of the way. Consider it a second date. We can even get food after, if it’ll make you feel better.”

She had definitely piqued his interest upon mentioning a date, but she saw him continuing to war internally. “You’re sure I ndeed mbedicine?”

“Pretty certain, yeah. And you can’t tell me you aren’t wanting something to help you feel better faster.”

He shrugged as he looked up at her again, and all she saw was nervousness, which when paired with his visible illness made him seem incredibly boyish. “If I go, you’ll stay with mbe?”

“The whole time. If that’s what you want.”

He thought for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Thed I guess I’ll do idt. Since I can tell you’re ndot goi’g to ledt idt go.”

“Nope, I'm not. So I’m glad you’re being reasonable. Do you need help getting ready?”

She saw a flash of the old, roguish Owen then. “Are you offeri’g?” he asked with a smirk.

“You know what, forget I said anything. You go ahead, and take as long as you need. But try to not collapse while you’re naked, please. Neither of us wants that.”

“Yes mba’am,” came the slightly deflated response.

~~~

The urgent care visit and subsequent pharmacy run were unremarkable. Owen was a ball of anxiety the whole time, fidgeting and agitated. He was brusque and borderline rude to the nurses, even though most of them were very pretty, and Claire watched this transpire with curiosity. The telling moment came when they were taking his blood pressure and pulse, though. 

“Those are both pretty high,” came the verdict from the nurse. She looked at him seriously. “And you're not on any blood pressure meds. Other than your respiratory symptoms, are you feeling okay?”

“I’mb fide, like I keep telli’g everyone. I jusdt don’t wandt to be here,” he spat. 

A look of understanding crossed her face. “Oh, so a case of whitecoat syndrome, then. Got it.” She made a note in his chart, and nothing more was said about it, though Claire gave him a playful nudge when they were alone to try to lighten the mood. He mostly ignored her and stared at his feet, shivering in long sleeves and sweatpants and looking utterly pathetic. 

She could tell he was more than relieved when they pulled into his driveway after all was said and done, and beyond exhausted as well. It seemed like he barely made it to the couch before collapsing, burying his face into a throw pillow. 

Claire bustled around, setting things down and fetching him water and medicine as she listened to him sniffle and cough endlessly. Finally she perched on the edge of the couch and rubbed his back to get his attention. He turned to meet her eyes, his own heavy-lidded and fever-bright. 

“Just take this medicine and drink a glass of water, and then I’ll let you sleep,” she promised. 

He took the items and did as he was instructed before settling down again. Claire continued to stroke his back for a bit, and his eyes slipped closed under her touch. After a few moments she stood and stretched. 

“Are you leavi’g?” he croaked, opening his eyes as soon as her hand was gone.

“I guess so. You should get some sleep, and so should I. It’s getting late.”

His face fell. “Oh. Okay.”

“What? There’s nothing else I can do for you right now. We got everything you need at the pharmacy. There’s no reason for me to stay.”

“Can you… adt leasdt stay until I fall asleebp?” he asked, boyish and shy again. He wondered if he was doing that intentionally, because it was very effective. 

“And why would I do that?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe, echoing their exchange from a few nights prior with a smirk.

He clearly remembered, and smiled back. “Idt’s jusdt… you prombised you’d be with mbe every stebp of the way. The ndight’s ndot over yedt.”

Claire shook her head, still smiling. “So I did. Okay. Until you fall asleep, then.”

“Will you rub mby bagck again? Thadt feldt so good,” came the final congested request. 

“Give an inch and he asks for a mile," she laughed. "Fine, scoot over a bit, then.”

Owen eagerly complied, closing his eyes again as soon as Claire resumed scratching and rubbing his back. 

“Do you thingk you’ll cumb bagck tomorrow?” he asked sleepily after a few moments. 

“Maybe. We’ll see. If you play your cards right.”

“Thed I hope I gedt the besdt damn hand ever.”

Claire smiled to herself, and so did Owen. In fact, he fell asleep with a smile on his face. She kept rubbing his back, though, and didn’t move for a long time. 

[polkadotpatterson]

Ooh 11, 22, 23, or 32!! 🤝

you didn't specify but of course I had to write Them! have a post-s16 interdimensional incident <3

22 + 32: grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something + not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

Workman Gloom should be more than used to weird occurrences by now. They've witnessed their teammate shatter reality into a million fragments. They’ve rounded the bases while disintegrating into ash. Their spirit has sunk deep beneath the waves and risen again, brought back to life by a giant squid to go kill a giant peanut. What could faze them after that?

A lot, it turns out. They'd be lying if they said it didn't scare the hell out of them every time Dot loses their grip on this world and starts to slip away; it could happen when Workman’s not around to help pull them back. So when they wake one night to Beasley barking frantically and Dot nowhere to be seen, they waste no time in scrambling out of bed and skidding down the hall towards the source of the alarm. 

Dot is disappearing into the fridge. Or, more accurately, Dot is disappearing into a dimensional rift in what was once their fridge, which seems to have already taken their leftovers, their yogurt, and most of their vegetables. Beasley is tugging valiantly on the leg of their pajamas, but to no avail.

Workman leaps forward, grabs their partner’s nearest hand, and pulls as hard as they can. As Dot stumbles back into the apartment, Workman gets a glimpse of a volcanic-looking place, grim and fiery, with dark beasts howling and gnashing their teeth. With their other hand they grab Beasley's collar and pull him back too, not taking any chances. 

The rift closes with a sound like a piece of paper being torn in reverse, and then it's just the three of them standing in the suddenly-quiet kitchen, until Workman slams the fridge door shut for good measure.

“It's okay,” Dot says after a moment, reaching a tentacle-hand down to calm an anxious Beasley. “Everything has stabilized. The fridge should be back to normal.” They pause. “Well. Minus half its contents.”

“What were you doing?”

“I wanted a snack.”

“From the evil fiery flesh-eating beasts hell dimension?”

Dot casts their eyes downward. “I may have gotten a little lost while reaching for the yogurt.”

“No kidding.” Workman sighs. “Well, we went almost a whole day without any interdimensional incidents. It’s getting better, at least.”

“Not better enough,” Dot says quietly. “I never mean to scare you.” Beasley whines, and they give him an extra scratch behind the ears.

“It's not your fault,” Workman says automatically, because of course it isn't. “You’re still here, and that's a lot more than what most people get from alternation. I'd pull you back as many times as it takes, you know I would. I just wish you didn't have to go through that.”

“You were right, though. It is getting better.” Dot gives them a tentative smile. “I am learning. One day I will master it, and stop you from worrying.”

“Not sure I'll ever really stop worrying,” Workman admits. “It's kind of part of the job description, y’know? Wouldn't be much of a partner if I started being like ‘oh, I'm sure Dot will be fine in the evil fiery flesh-eating beasts hell dimension, I’ll just chill here and watch TV until they get back’.”

“I really would have been fine,” Dot insists. “But your help is always appreciated, of course.”

Workman looks back at the fridge. “Speaking of help, how about you help me replace the groceries tomorrow?”

“That hardly seems a fair trade for pulling me back from the evil fiery flesh-eating beasts hell dimension.”

“Maybe I just want to go to the grocery store dimension with you.” They grin. “Also known as the Sobey’s down the road. Maybe stop for coffee first. Hold hands a bit.”

“Oh, well, in that case, how can I refuse?”

Beasley, sensing that things are okay now, sits down and gives his tail a couple of wags.

“You never did get that snack, huh?”

Dot eyes the fridge suspiciously. “Maybe I'll just have some tea.” They move towards the kettle, and Workman is pulled along with them; they hadn't even registered the death grip they're still clinging to, and they’re not sure Dot had either. At this point it’s second nature for the two of them to reach for each other, to hold each other tight. 

Maybe not quite that tight, though. They relax their fingers a little, but still don't let go.

“Put on enough water for me, too,” Workman says, and Dot nods, turning on the tap with one of their many free hands and opening the cupboard with another. Curling up together on the couch with a hot beverage maybe can't quite make up for the interdimensional terrors, but it certainly can't hurt, either. 

[weyoun]

“And now, my son, I have told you this that ye may learn wisdom, that ye may learn of me that there is no other way or means whereby man can be saved, only in and through Christ. Behold, he is the life and the light of the world. Behold, he is the word of truth and righteousness.”

Alma 38:9

[living-darkness]

🌼 Soft prompt for finally being able to be together pls<3

*I'm guessing since you said 'prompt' you meant one, so I did one of both types from the top of my head. If you'd like more, let me know!

Action:

Smiling into a slow kiss.

Dialogue:

"I just realized, we can hold hands...without hiding them away."

[luciddreamingstuff]

Well I started a long term series, and it's going pretty decently. If i keep up the good work it should all go well--

[October exists]

. . . . And suddenly nothing is getting done for the next month.

[billysubdivision]

[lunar-alden]

Xavier calls you “Darling” (English dub)

And then I mess it up by choosing the wrong prompt 🥲 but find pt 2 in the masterpost!

Pet Names Masterpost!

[vileplume87]

May/mayn't do this 👀

LEMONTOBER 2024 PROMPT CALENDAR

OKAY got this one done aswell!!!! If u have any questions on prompts pls comment lol

BUT YEAH this is a general LD calendar !! Enjoyy

Oh also tag this year as Lemontober 2024 !!

ALSO first ever Lemon Demon song is the first one you heard NOT THE ACTUAL first one ever made

[mossycobblestonewrites]

DC X DP PROMPT #4

Danny was one of the people hired to design/build the Watchtower. He got attached to it during this time and the space station is now considered as a part of his haunt.

This is the JLD's first time on the Watchtower, they IMMEDIATLY know what's up.

LJD: did you take a supernatural entities property or something?

LD: what? No! The lights are just like that :)

Danny, still employed on the Watchtower: Space go brrr

[twothirdsgenius]

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