#Prompt 35

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #35

"You don't know how much you've been changed until you look in the mirror and flinch at the shadows under your eyes and the scars etched into your skin."

[lire-casander]

#35 'your problem is my problem'

'your problem is my problem' original prompt list here

Carlos shakes his head as he kneels down on the floor, looking underneath the couch.

"Lou," he calls out. "Come out of your hiding spot, buddy. C'mon, don't do this to me today, please."

But the stubborn lizard refuses to show up, making Carlos’ existence a little bit more difficult by the second.

"Lou," he repeats, leaning forward and reaching below the couch. "TK will be home any minute now. He'll have a heart attack if you're missing."

Carlos gives up his search underneath the couch and moves to the realm of the kitchen, even though the mere thought of Lou The Second chilling out on a lettuce leaf gives him the hives.

He realized Lou was missing after having showered, when he was getting ready to cook dinner. Carlos hadn't given it much thought when he'd first seen the empty terrarium, believing that maybe Lou was sleeping in there somewhere. But when after a few moments the lizard hadn't even approached the glass to greet him, Carlos had known something was wrong.

And this time it's his fault.

He's always complained about TK being absent-minded and not paying much attention to where Lou was, so his fiancé had dared him to take care of Lou for a whole week. Confident in his abilities, Carlos had accepted the challenge.

Two days into the week, he's managed to lose Lou. And TK's about to come home, he realizes when he checks the clock. He freaks out, swiftly lifting everything on the surfaces of the kitchen's counters with no success, when the door chimes and TK enters the living room.

Belatedly, Carlos realizes how bad the situation might look — the living room is a mess, and the kitchen is halfway to becoming an amusement park of spatulas and pots scattered on the floor and the counters.

"Carlos?" TK greets him, but it sounds like a question. "What's going on here?"

"I, ehm, I might have, how to say it—"

"You've lost Lou," TK says when realization dawns on him. "Oh my gosh, this is hilarious."

Carlos’ face lights up beet red, embarrassment filling up his soul. He simply nods.

"Well, lemme change real quick and I'll help you with the search."

"You'd do that?" Carlos sighs. "Even when it's me who has caused this problem?"

"Oh, babe," TK says softly, chuckling. "Your problem is my problem. It's going to be like that officially on Saturday, so I might as well start practicing."

Carlos smiles at him, while TK continues. "He can't have gone far, and he can't get out of the loft. Besides, I have a really good trick to lure Lou out of wherever he is."

"Ah, do you? And what would that be?"

TK laughs out loud but doesn't say anything. He rushes to the shower and gets out in record time, helping Carlos in his search. It turns out that TK’s trick is to call Lou with the softest voice possible, which Carlos hadn't tried.

And it works, because the lizard gets out of his hiding spot in between the leaves of the plant they have decorating the foyer.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

"Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't do that if I were you"

But I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Nobody wants you.

Ted and Ari’s words rattled through Jamie’s head like thunderclaps as he walked from the Crown and Anchor. 

He should have known it was too much to think that one pass would’ve been enough to show Ted he had changed. Apparently, Ted meant all that winning isn’t everything shit he tossed around last season or he would have known Jamie would help them end their series of draws. Or maybe it was just more mind games. Or maybe Jamie just wasn’t good enough. 

Good enough on the pitch.

Good enough as a teammate.

Good enough as a person. 

Maybe he didn’t deserve a team. 

Maybe he was useless.

Maybe his father was right. 

Jamie hastily wiped a tear away he felt fall from his eye and willed his eyes to stop stinging. Too soft to take rejection of his own creation. 

“What the fuck did you think you were doing running off like that? For an ickle tv show? You think they’re going to sit around and wait for you? You think they’ll keep your seat on the bench warm? Christ, Jamie, you only played because they already had the title sewn up. You know you had to work harder to make it, but instead, you fucked off to Ibiza or wherever the fuck you were. What a waste of what little talent you have.”

That was the first voicemail. He shouldn’t have listened to it. And it defintiely shouldn’t have listened to the second.

“You think you can last one week working like I do? Cause now that Manchester City kicked you to the curb, you’re gonna need a real fucking job. All you can do is kick a fucking football around, Jamie. Too dumb, too weak to do anything else. Pathetic, that.”

He didn’t listen to the other fifteen messages his father had left for him. There probably would’ve been more but the mailbox filled before his father got a chance. Jamie regretted not blocking his father’s number when he left for Lust Conquers All, but part of him wanted to hear how angry Jamie made him. 

He should probably block it now that he was back in England and his father wasn’t a safe distance away in another country. Now that he was kicked off Lust Conquers All too. Jamie couldn’t even fuck right apparently. His strategy gone up in flames after jacuzzi sex with Denise. 

Now, no other team wanted him. Not even relegated Richmond wanted him. They would rather stay in the Championship than let Jamie Tartt back into the changing room.

Jamie couldn’t blame Ted. He only makes things worse. His Mum’s life, Keeley’s, hell there was no one at Richmond that was better for having spent time with him. His Mum would be better off without having to worry for him, without him holding her like an anchor, forever connected to James Tartt. Keeley was successful and happy without him.

“Watch where you’re going.”

Jamie hadn’t noticed the pair of men he bumped into until he bounced off the solid form of one of them. 

“Yeah, sorry, mate,” he mumbled, without looking up. 

“Aren’t you Jamie Tartt?”

That got his attention and his head snapped up to scan their faces. 

“Nah, just look like him,” Jamie deferred and tried to step around him. 

“Nah, I’d know that fucking face anywhere.”

Jamie tried again to step around to no avail, one forcibly moved his body in Jamie’s path. 

“Ah, ah, ah I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jamie was so fucking sick of these two, of this night, of this week, of this fucking year, of his fucking life. 

He was done with it all.

“What the fuck you gonna do about it, pretty boy?” the other said, shoving Jamie roughly with two hands.

Jamie should’ve taken the time to realise both of these men were bigger than him in height and pure body weight. He’d lost muscle mass and strength already during his time on Lust Conquers All; he was skinner than he had been in years. He should’ve taken the time to realise he could turn heel and run, and neither of these fucks could have caught up with him. 

But Jamie didn’t take the time to think about any of that. 

Jamie punched one of the men instead. 

He was quick, dum dum one stumbled back caught unawares by the attack, holding his bleeding nose between his fists. Jamie was fast, but the other man was faster. Dum dum two’s fist connected with the side of Jamie’s jaw before he had time to react. His head whiplashed to the side, and the man followed it up with a punch to Jamie’s ribs. Jamie reared back an elbow, connecting with a crunch to dum dum number two’s nose. Jamie grinned, even as pain shot through his jaw. 

Dum dum one though was just reorienting himself and swung out at Jamie, who ducked it easily. Jamie came back up swinging, connecting with number one’s mouth, Jamie’s ring stinging as it bit into his skin, but Jamie knew from experience it would inflict more damage on the person on the other end. Dum dum two though had recovered enough to lower his body weight and tackle Jamie, american football style. 

The move startled Jamie, and he hit the pavement with an oomph as the air was violently pulled from his lungs. He was still coughing when a fist connected with his face, forcing his head to bounce forcibly off the pavement. A rough kick to his ribs had Jamie trying to curl in on himself, but the weight of number two was enough to keep him firmly on his back. 

“Take his wallet,” Jamie heard vaguely through his ringing ears. 

His hands instinctually went to his pocket, and he fought for hold with dum dum two. Eventually, he was overpowered, his wrists held in vice-like grips of number two as the other pulled the wallet roughly from his jeans. 

“Fuck off,” Jamie said, spitting at the one holding him down. 

A kick to his ribs met his futile act of resistance. Two, still straddling him, wiped hastily at his face. 

“You’re gonna pay for that, prick.”

Jamie spit at him again, bucking his hips, trying to throw the man off him before dum dum one plated a boot painfully on his shoulder. “Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

And as the rest of the hits rained down on him, like a downpour on a hot summer day, Jamie had just enough time to think at least he wouldn’t have to explain this to a coach before he lost consciousness.

(Outnumbered in a fight)

[selfcarecap]

The group photos in dating apps make me so mad I can’t even explain it. Why do men think that’s a good idea ???? 😭😭 why are men so….men (I fear I still love them 🤭)

I really don’t know, the worst is when they exclusively have group pics because how do I know he’s not the ugliest one? I wonder if they get anyy matches lol. I have one group pic on my profile too but I’ve covered my friends faces like it’s my profile 😭 (I fear still love them too🤭😭)

[gunebuggiesprompts]

Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #35

September 12: Fallible

For a long time, most people idealized Phantom as perfect, having never truly lost a fight and yet was known to be merciful.

Then he disappeared, and rumors began flying high about what could have happened.

Perhaps Phantom wasn't as perfect as they thought...

Though Danny always knew that, the expectations placed on him unwillingly were too much. It's why he decided to lay low in the most unassuming universe he thought of, so that he could restart everything and be him.

How was he supposed to know that his assumption and expectation of this universe were wrong? Oh, the irony.

[schittscreekdrabbleblog]

This week's word is...ponder!

Don't forget to tag @schittscreekdrabbleblog when you post! Happy writing!

I have an additional announcement this week. Due to a major life change coming in the next few months, I have decided that I will need to put this blog on hiatus while I work through some of the busy and chaos surrounding this change. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I feel it is necessary. I wanted to give all of you a heads up before this happens so you could be prepared. The first day of this hiatus will be May 8, 2023. I unfortunately am unable to put an ending date on it at this time. I plan to post something, a small list or a bingo sheet or something, of words that can be used while I am gone. Thank you to everyone who writes, reads, leaves likes and comments. You are much appreciated!

[wigglebox]

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[true-blue-sonic]

Me: "Okay Flufftober time you've got a prompt you have a nice idea for, time to go and counteract the misinformation that Silver is taller than Espio :> :>"

Me: writes the story

Me: forgets to put the WHOLE-ASS PROMPT in the story

[spookydingus]

according to Tumblr, a single grey hair places a character in their late forties to fifties, regardless of how the rest of them looks.

By this logic, I have calculated that I am incorrect in my own age and must be somewhere in my late seventies.

[baradhiblue]

lil last minute prompt list cobbled together from looking at existing lists and some personal insights on what i want to draw/write

feel free to use it too and remix it as it suits you

[choicesflashfics]

Week 35 Prompts:

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Please. You have to let me make this right.”

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

Day One (Part 6) - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; F!MC, Sienna Trinh)

Picta Problems - @liaromancewriter (Open Heart; Ethan Ramsey x F!MC)

Serendipity (Part 5) - @deb-1106 & @walkerismychoice (The Royal Romance/Open Heart; Drake x F!MC / Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

The Darkest Night (Part 3) - @petiteboheme (The Royal Romance; Drake x F!MC)

The First Kiss - @twinkleallnight (The Royal Romance; Drake x Olivia)

[sentimental-idiot25]

Me to all of you everyday without fail

[multishipper-baby]

The event reached its first goal let's gooooo

[gleedrabbleblog]

This week's word is...tense!

Don't forget to tag @gleedrabbleblog when you post! Happy writing!

I have an additional announcement this week. Due to a major life change coming in the next few months, I have decided that I will need to put this blog on hiatus while I work through some of the busy and chaos surrounding this change. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I feel it is necessary. I wanted to give all of you a heads up before this happens so you could be prepared. The first day of this hiatus will be May 8, 2023. I unfortunately am unable to put an ending date on it at this time. I plan to post something, a small list or a bingo sheet or something, of words that can be used while I am gone. Thank you to everyone who writes, reads, leaves likes and comments. You are much appreciated!

[umprompted]

#35

Hidden within the woods of a distant land lays your body.

[heartstopperdrabbleblog]

This week's word is...violet!

Don't forget to tag @heartstopperdrabbleblog when you post! Happy writing!

I have an additional announcement this week. Due to a major life change coming in the next few months, I have decided that I will need to put this blog on hiatus while I work through some of the busy and chaos surrounding this change. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but I feel it is necessary. I wanted to give all of you a heads up before this happens so you could be prepared. The first day of this hiatus will be May 8, 2023. I unfortunately am unable to put an ending date on it at this time. I plan to post something, a small list or a bingo sheet or something, of words that can be used while I am gone. Thank you to everyone who writes, reads, leaves likes and comments. You are much appreciated!