#Prompt 145

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #145

"Why are you so afraid of yourself?"

[syndrossi]

I'm not selfish by prompting more than once. I'm just giving you options. Write 100 words-ish of Jon meeting Rhaella -- be that a female!Rhaegar or a summerhalled!Rhaella-his-grandma or some other verse's Rhaella, 'tis your choice.

Okay, first a little snippet of Rhaella's POV in the AU ficlet I was writing for that (separate from the NYE ask game):

Dragons. She still had trouble believing that she lived in a time of dragons. Her son had one, she knew from gossip, and Daemon Targaryen’s own dragon was well known. And then there was her son’s twin brother, the one named Jon. Which of my babies would you have been? My little Daeron? It was not entirely the same, she knew. Prince Jon was dark of hair, like the woman who had birthed him and his brother here. How different would Rhaegar be? Would she still recognize him? Will he recognize me?

And now the definitely 100 words-ish 😂 of the prompt fill...

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Worry stirred in Jon upon spying the distant, pale-haired figure of his brother alone in the godswood through the window of the library. At this time, Rhaegar should still be in arms training, and there wasn’t a Princesguard in sight, not even at the entrance to the godswood.

He slipped out of his lesson with practiced ease, opting not to employ the secret passage where his young cousins could see, and trotted across the yard to the godswood. His brother had been in plain view, which likely meant that he had intended for Jon to see him. Is there something he wishes to discuss in private?

Jon’s own Princesguard settled at the gate to the godswood, and Jon followed the familiar path to the heart tree. His steps faltered, however, as he drew near. It was not Rhaegar waiting beside the tree, nor even one of his cousins. It was a woman dressed in flowing blue silks that were too cold for the autumn weather, her silver-blond hair worn in a partial braid that half-reminded him of one he had seen Rhaegar wear once.

She even looked something like his brother, especially in the eyes and lips, though she was a woman grown rather than a child—and there was something of his wonder in her expression as she stared upward through the red leaves, taking in the beauty as the wind stirred her hair.

He watched her in silence, wracking his mind for who she might be. She was not Princess Rhaenyra, of course, who had returned home weeks ago. And they had met Lady Laena when she had come courting their father. And although Jon had not been a scholar of the Targaryen dynasty before finding himself here, Rhaegar had since instructed him in every last member of their family, living and dead.

A Velaryon, he decided at last. One of Laena and Laenor’s cousins, perhaps, come to try her own luck.

She noticed him at last, once he had turned to leave. “You must be Prince Jon.”

Even her voice seemed familiar, and there was a longing in it that stopped him in place. He turned back and gave her a nod. “I am. Who are you, my lady?”

“I am Lady Rhaella,” she said, rising to her feet to curtsy.

Jon’s breath caught. It cannot be. He stared at her, scrutinizing her features in search of Rhaegar, and finding pieces of both his brother and himself in her. The same could be said of Daemon, or Rhaenyra, he told himself. House Targaryen’s intermarriages ensured that even cousins could look as alike as siblings.

She was the wrong age. Rhaegar’s mother would have been nearing thirty. And I was nineteen.

He took a cautious step closer, studying her expression for greed or threat, but the intensity of her longing only seemed to grow, her hands clasping in front of her, as though to hold it back.

“Are you kin?” he asked.

“I am,” she said, her voice thickening for a moment before she cleared her throat. “I am your father’s cousin, daughter of his aunt Saera.”

She was the one who had been disowned, Jon recalled. And eventually ended up in Volantis. He tensed briefly, but the pain that the motion seemed to cause her made him relent, and he forced himself to relax. What if she thinks I view her as lesser for being a bastard?

Jon approached for a kiss to the cheek, and she dipped slightly so that he could reach, her lips pressing into his own. He was not prepared for the hug that followed, and she pulled back with an apology, blinking back tears. “I beg your pardon, my prince. I—you remind me of someone.”

She is. Jon stared at her in wonder. She must be.

Rhaegar’s mother. His own grandmother. And now their cousin.

He hugged her this time, and where her arms had been light around him before, as though frightened he might disappear, they tightened.

“Would you like to meet my brother?” he offered.

He felt her kiss his hair, something that no freshly-introduced cousin would dare, bastard or not. “Yes,” she breathed, and he let her hold him a moment longer so that she could compose herself. When he drew back at last, her smile was radiant. “I would like that.”

[hellcat1980]

No (Part 4 of Bathroom Break)

Mickey swills the amber liquid around the glass, watching Ian now dance on the bar.

He looks down at the watch on his wrist, a gift from one of Ian’s fans that Ian had given to Mickey. Looking up, he catches Ian’s eye. Tapping the watch, Ian licks his lips and nods.

Jumping down, pulling the tips. He tries to make a beeline for the dressing room. He is stopped.

Mickey watches and is close enough to hear, “Curtis, private room. You were requested.”

Looking over to Mickey, watching him thumb his nose.

“No, done.” Ian says and pushes past.

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@galladrabbles

Part 4 for @badassfetish prompt of Wild. This will probably run through Sunday/Monday. I am having too much fun with this one and it will not leave me alone!

[sunriseverse]

I'm going to send you a second one!

fandom: Sha Hai (again)

character: Wang Meng

prompt: "My boss is..."

WANG MENG!!!!!!! oh this is going to be fun, i haven't taken a crack at him yet.......

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If there's one thing that Wang Meng has learnt these past years, dogging Wu Xie's heels across the continent and every imaginable inhospitable clime on offer, it's that morals are highly relative, and generally useless when in the business he's unwittingly fallen into—though, to be fair, he supposes that selling tomb goods isn't many degrees up from actually doing the tomb raiding, all things considered—, which is why when he catches the kid—he's been calling him the kid, because honestly, he's not sure he'll last that long, even if Wu Xie seems pretty optimistic, because, honestly, Wu Xie and optimism are things that one should run from these days, and the only reason Wang Meng doesn't is because he's dug himself in too deep—rooting through the pack where Wu Xie stashes his cigarettes, all he does is sigh, and say, "Those are expensive, you know," rather than bother with any of the bullshit about how they'll destroy your lungs.

"Wu Xie smokes them all the time," the kid says, glaring at him mulishly as he finally wrestles the small pack of dongchongxiacao cigarettes from the hidden pocket in the pack that is, probably, not that hidden, if some teen can figure out where it is—Wang Meng will have to mention that to him, when he gets back from his ostensible discussion with Lao Ma about how to enter the tomb beneath their feet—, before almost dropping them from hands are far too clumsy for the false confidence being projected, which makes Wang Meng snort in amusement.

"My boss is..." Wang Meng pauses, trying to think of how to formulate something that doesn't sound like he's spent far too much time with a man who barely even pays him anything, something that would make his schoolmates jeer at him, and then finally settles on, instead, "go take a piss or something, you haven't left the tent all day, kids need sunlight and fresh air," and plucks the carton from his hands, tucks it into his own pocket for safekeeping, and steers the kid towards the tent flap.

[umprompted]

#145

“I’ll stay,” they interrupted, grasping trembling hands in theirs, “for however long you want me to.”

[madame-fear]

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116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is betrothed!

(145 words.)

Remus notices the nickname evolution. The stupid words Sirius attaches to Remus that make the boy smile and roll his eyes, pretending there isn't a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Moony, my moonshine, want to go to Hogsmeade?"

"Rem, darling, when's the potions test?"

"Remus, my beloved, my one and only, what's the name of that muggle device again? The one that spins and heats stuff up?"

"Moons, my complete and utter ray of light, could I borrow a book?"

Until one day it changes.

"Moony, my betrothed..."

Remus snorts a laugh, eyes still on his food.

"We're not exactly engaged, love, you'd have to ask first-" He glances up and freezes. Sirius is on one knee in front of him, a soft, nervous smile on his face, holding out a blue velvet ring box.

"Okay, sorry, I'll try that again. Moony, my soon-to-be betrothed?"

[itsjulesstuff]

@rosekillermicrofic 🥀 1st October 🥀 Prompt: Drunk 🥀 Words count: 145

🥀

It’s morning. Evan’s just opened his eyes and he’s finding himself in his own bed, alone… again.

What could he do to make Barty stay with him a little longer?

Evan can smell his scent on his own pillow.

He’s lost in his thoughts when someone enters the room.

-Good morning sleepyhead!

It’s Barty. He’s not gone away. Evan can’t believe it. He’s there, right in front of him, with two mugs in his hands.

-Breakfast? - the taller boy gets closer to the bed and offers a mug to the blonde guy.

-Thank you, Bee.

But as soon as Barty has sat next to Evan, breakfast has been forgotten.

Because Evan’s now pulling Barty closer by his shirt and Barty’s hands are already running through Evan’s hair.

Evan can smell it again: Barty’s scent, his heady perfume that makes him feel drunk and dizzy.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #145

Danny had a strong dislike for most of his parents inventions. Most of them would make him uncomfortable if they didn’t hurt him and his parents very much liked to hurt ghosts. Danny of course jumps at the opportunity to spend the summer at his cousin Damian’s house. Maddie didn’t tell him or Jazz a lot about her childhood but she did apparently have one more sister than Alicia and this sister was Damian’s mom. Jazz of course tags along she was going to keep her brother safe and also find and reprimand Batman if she can find him.

[mundrakan]

Prompt: First friend

@wolfstarmicrofic - 145 words

Remus' first friend was a cuddly toy named Hwoof, a guarding dog cuddly toy his mother Hope bought him from a Muggle shop to stave his fear of the darkness. That was even before the atttack, and thereafter it was a staple in his bed, absorbing tears and whimpers, fear and rage. It was a little ragged from too much love, but even wolf never hurt it – it smelled like home, like pack, like comfort.

It never left Remus' bed, until the night he saw Sirius' weep into his pillow, because he had nothing else, the first night in Hogwarts after he ran away. After Regulus told him in no small words, he would never again speak to him.

Quietly Remus strolled over, sitting on the edge of the bed tentatively and pushing Hwoof forward. “Tonight, I think, you need him more than I.”

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 145

I'm gonna be real with y'all, I have not seen the netflix show. I do not wish to see the netflix show. I don't like how it handles the characters, and changes things around. However I do know that Jaskier gets tortured by a man named Rience ("Firefucker") and then Yen saves him and whatnot, and I cannot for the life of me find fics where it's Geralt that saves him instead. He wants to make up for what he said on the mountain and tracks down his bard only to find him being tortured. So this is your calling, my darling writers, feed me, won't you? Go.. Off into the wind... write me my hurt/comfort... write me my rescue missions......

Geralt slams the door open, splinters of the wooden door flinging through the air. The first thing to hit him is the smell of burned flesh. He stomps in, and glances around, seeing a man looming over another man, the second is tied to a chair. A single inhale of the air, and more of that burned smell, but Geralt also smells- .. Jaskier. He knew he was here. His tracking hadn't failed him. "Look, songbird, the man of the hour is here." Firefucker practically coos, locking eyes with Geralt.

[gettingcomfyinyourwalls]

DP x DC prompt #145

Bruce is proud to say that he has exactly ONE normal friend, Danny Fenton's the name, who is connected to neither Batman nor Brucie Wayne, just Bruce. He even gets along with all his children.

On an unrelated note, there's a new unknown named Phantom who has been appearing in Gotham lately and always seems to outmaneuver him and his team.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Smitten

@wolfstarmicrofic February 17, word count 145

“Flowers, check. Chocolates, check. Romantic music, check. Roguishly handsome young man, double check.” Sirius snickered to himself as he checked that he’d packed everything he needed to take over to Remus’s. They’d met through mutual friends and hit it off pretty quickly. To be fair, Sirius had been smitten from the first words out of Remus’s mouth. ‘Do you know where the bog is?’ Ah, music to his ears. Today was the first Valentine’s Day they were spending together, and Sirius was well-prepared for any event. “Shit, condoms!” He said, slapping his hand to his forehead and running back into his house and grabbing the box he’d left on the kitchen table. Okay, now he was completely prepared. 

He looked up, swung a leg over his motorbike and drove over to Remus’s, where there was apparently a romantic dinner waiting for him. Sirius couldn’t wait.

[transmutationisms]

sorry if you've answered this before, but how do you keep track of all your readings? do you have a crazy well organised zotero system? how do you take notes?

I use zotero yes but it's not particularly organised. I have folders for each of my grad classes (when I had those) and then I try to make new folders whenever I'm looking at a new subtopic or body of literature.

it's really an imperfect system though, like truly you don't have to be a professional organising wizard to make this work. for example here are six real folders that exist in my zotero and will do permanently:

Lamarck &c <- secondary literature about Lamarck; some of Lamarck's own works

Lamarck 20thc <- specific clump of early 20th century literature on Lamarck that is usually considered to be secondary literature but that is also occasionally useful to me as primary literature

Lamarck biog <- archival documents pertaining to Lamarck's life; some of Lamarck's own works

Lamarck primary but not authored <- primary biographical sources on Lamarck but nothing he wrote himself

Lamarck primary <- a misnomer, this one means primary sources written by other people who happen to be relevant to things I want to say about Lamarck

5033 <- classwork & term paper pertaining to Lamarck from 2019

these collectively account for maybe 20% of my zotero library and the rest is in similar condition. it's fine because Eye remember the years-long process of that ⬆️ happening and so those folders are still useful mental collections for me. don't let getting organised stand in the way of actually reading things you want to read lol.

when I take notes on nonfic I prioritise reminding myself what page numbers I can find key ideas on. occasionally I write out a full quote but usually my notes look more like this (real copy/paste from the last thing I had open):

145 q about how much influence these doctors had in strengthening the medical profession prior to 1914; focus on their contributions to professional reform. Campaign to abolish the position of health officer in 1870s, aftermath of Medical Reform Act of 1892, efforts to reform pharmacy and nursing. Physician-legislators played an important part in the reorganisation of the medical field post 1870s, but their ability to do so was hindered by the demands of a political career and the expectation that they served as rural spokesmen. 170 narrow focus of professional goals made it hard to equate them with social improvement. The structure of Third Republic politics limited the power of parliament to alter the social forces that regulated progress in the health professions

like the point isn't to learn special journallingg techniques, it's just prompts so I can go back and find things when I'm like "wait who the fuck was saying something about parliamentary structures and doctor careers..?"

I do all my note-taking in zotero as well because then I can text-search all of it in one place with the books themselves (the ones I pirate anyway, which is most).

so the key techniques here for me really boil down to 1) group things together however will make most sense when I'm prompting myself in the future and 2) make it all text-searchable. I don't have some steel trap memory lol I just try to work around what I do have as best I can.

[princessmisery666]

Christmas & Cassettes

Summary: Dean won’t admit he likes Christmas music.

Warnings: fluff, flirting.

W/C: 145 (sorry🤭).

Challenge: @justagirlinafandomworld Flash Fic Challenge 5 Prompt: Run Rudolph Run by Mark Ambor

Characters: Dean Winchester, reader

A/N: I realize Dean may be a little OOC but I need some fluff!! 

Can be read as a stand alone but catch up here - Snowflakes / Cold Hands / Mistletoes / Christmas To Me /

Dean picks up the plate of bacon, singing along to the radio, “Run, run, Rudolph, Santa’s got to make it to town,” before turning to find you watching him with an amused expression.

“Christmas music, huh?” you tease. “I didn’t even have to twist your arm.”

“It’s the only station this junky thing picks up!” he grumbles, a playful edge in his voice.

“It also has a cassette deck,” you point out, gesturing toward the window. “You have a whole stack of cassettes.”

He shrugs, fighting a grin. “Didn’t feel like trekking out in the snow.”

“Oh, I’m definitely telling Sam!”

He chuckles, walking toward you. “Name your price.”

“Oh, you can’t afford me,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, mischief glinting in his eyes. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement.”

Part 6 - The Storm Inside

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The House in the Forest (#100)

Icy Roads and Snowy Mountains (#136)

Music in the Dark Wood (#138)

Black Cliffs and Dark Waves (#154)

Thunderstorms (list)

The Marsh (#165)

The Campfire in the Forest (#185)

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The Orchard and The Gate (#2)

The Lighthouse in the Foggy Harbor (#41)

Haunted House/Haunted Motel Descriptions (list)

The Music Under the Theatre Stage (#120)

Old Haunted Playground (#149)

The Library Underground (#181)

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The Door Behind the Fridge (#99)

Maiden in the Maze (#102)

Sudden Apocalypse (list)

The Portal to Realms Unknown (#168)

Problems that May Occur in a Dystopian/Apocalyptic World

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The Town Engulfed by Flames (#67)

The Entryway of the Palace (#155)

The Old Clock Tower (#186)

Modern Settings:

The Library (#26)

The Piano in the Storm (#57)

Making the Most of It on the Poor Side of Town (list)

The Antique Shop (#124)

On a Plane (list)

The Antique Shop (list)

Car Collection (#145)

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City at Night (list)