#Prompt 36

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #36

Okay, in your defense, you didn't mean to blow up the nursing home. Luckily, no one was in there, but now there are a dozen angry senior citizens after you, and boy they are pissed.

[lire-casander]

#36 feeling bad when the other is having a hard time

feeling bad when the other is having a hard time original prompt list here

Robert’s health is rapidly deteriorating. Everyone can see it, and now even his daughters are aware of it. Apparently, Owen’s brother had told them before their trip to attend the wedding, and they’d taken to the news quite well.

Probably, Carlos thinks, because they hadn't seen until that moment what Huntington’s disease does to a person.

It’s not just the deterioration of Robert’s physical condition — the tremors that are harder to hide and the difficulty in remembering certain things. It’s also that, some time along the way, and not that far from that very moment, Robert will cease to be himself, becoming instead a ghost of the man he once had been.

But the disease is also taking its toll on Robert’s family. In the short time he’s known her, Carlos can tell Sydney looks exhausted; it’s the caretaker curse, he thinks. The girls don’t seem to understand what the illness is doing to their father’s health to its full extent, but Carlos is sure they will soon enough. Although it’s not only the girls he’s worried about.

TK thinks he can hide his pain from Carlos, but he’s got a trained eye on soul battlefields. He can tell when TK’s hurting, and this is one of those times. They’ve talked a lot in the past few weeks, ever since they found out about the hereditary condition Owen’s estranged father had gifted them all with. Finding out both Owen and TK should have been a relief, but TK hadn’t really looked happy about it. Instead, Carlos has noticed that his fiancé doesn’t really finish his food anymore and that he fidgets much more than before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks one night, the day before their last family dinner as fiancés.

“Talk about what?” TK answers without another question, raising one eyebrow at him.

“About what’s stressing you,” Carlos says, pointing at the way TK’s been pushing his vegetables around his plate. “And don’t tell me it’s wedding jitters. I know it’s deeper than that. I know you.”

TK takes a moment to himself, as though he’s pondering whether or not he can trust Carlos with whatever this is. And to Carlos’ utmost panic, he suddenly drops his fork and begins to cry.

It takes Carlos a second to stand up and rush to TK, pulling him into his warm embrace. “I’m here,” he whispers into TK’s ear. “I’ve got you.”

He rocks TK back and forth gently as his fiancé cries, TK’s tears wetting Carlos’ shirt where TK’s face is pressed against Carlos’ chest. It’s an almost unbearable feeling; Carlos’ heart breaks a little with each tear that TK sheds. He resorts to humming the song his mother always sang to him when he was a little kid and he was hurting, but not even that stops TK’s wails from echoing through the loft.

“I’m sorry,” TK hiccups. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“I think you do,” Carlos says softly, “but you’re scared to tell me.” When he feels, more than sees, TK nodding, he continues, “I’m here. I’m your soulmate, remember? You can tell me anything.”

“It’s just—I’m relieved that I won’t develop Huntington’s,” TK confesses. “But I’m so mad at myself because of that. Because my uncle is dying from it, and my cousins will have to grow up without a father, and he will never see them graduate from college, he will never walk them down the aisle, and they won’t be able to call him whenever they have a problem and I—”

“Hey, hey,” Carlos cuts him off. “Breathe, just breathe. “It’s okay to have conflicting feelings, baby. It’s a difficult situation.”

“I just think life’s so fucked up sometimes,” TK sniffles. “I’ve just found out I have extended family. Uncle Robert is so cool. And Aunt Sydney and the girls. Why do they have to go through it? I know what it’s like to lose a parent, I have a brother who’s growing up without his mother and it kills me. How am I supposed to be here tomorrow night and smile at them and act as though nothing bad’s happening when he’s dying? When he wants to die?”

“I know your father has told you this before,” Carlos says after a moment. He chooses his words carefully through his own pain. “But we all have a death sentence hanging over our heads. We’re not promised tomorrow. So we might as well enjoy life to its fullest while we can. That’s what your uncle is doing.”

“But he’s asked Dad—”

“We can’t judge his decision,” Carlos continues, ignoring TK’s attempt at interrupting. “I know you don’t like it, but we have to respect it. We can’t understand anyone until we’ve walked a mile in their shoes, TK. But I get it,” he says softly, holding TK closer and tighter. “You have every right to be upset.”

TK nods, sniffling heavily until his crying resumes; he grabs a handful of Carlos’ shirt in his fist and squeezes, grieving for what could have been and mourning for what will never be.

After what seems like an eternity, TK’s crying subsides; Carlos tries to move back to see TK’s face, but his fiancé holds on for dear life, his grip almost hurting him, so Carlos does the only thing he can think of.

He holds on right back to TK.

[blanc-ci]

Well if it ain’t the consequences of ur own actions

Sequel to this …or maybe prequel? Perhaps Spock just didn’t know what he was getting himself into

[astrobei]

it's my time coming

Will scowls. “Not funny,” he says for a third time. “Go away.” Mike drops the stick unceremoniously. It falls to the damp forest floor, tumbling over itself before coming to a stop, splashing a few drops of water onto the hem of Will’s pants. “Okay fine,” Mike says. “I’ll bite. What’s your deal?” The other fact of the matter is this: tomorrow, Will is going to walk into the Upside Down and not look back. Tomorrow, he is either going to kill Vecna or die trying — and Mike is not going with him.

Even the actual apocalypse had to end sometime, but Will didn’t exactly expect it to happen like this.

[onmyo-jin]

Fic prompt: 36 to give up control

Thank you! This is ll/zyz, as requested 😁 If you've also sent in a prompt: don't worry, I'm still working on them!

The small restaurant is not so well-known around town, but Zhao Yuanzhou has found it to be one of his favorites. The food is homey,  perhaps even unfashionable by the standards of the city's humans, but the seating along the riverside at the back of the restaurant is beautiful. At night, when the city comes alive in a wholly different manner, this little riverside spot keeps to itself. From the terrace one can watch as the city goes about its nighttime routine, dazzling lights and dazzling performances appearing and disappearing like fireflies. 

He's seen Li Lun coming– and how could he not? The man's energy is as familiar to him as his own.

Zhao Yuanzhou might not have expected to see Li Lun in the middle of a human city, might not have expected to run into him without a lot more fanfare and hostilities involved, but he's not going to complain about that. Li Lun sits himself down at Zhao Yuanzhou's table without invitation, and a waiter follows him with a new bottle of wine and another cup. He came prepared, it seems.

Zhao Yuanzhou finishes his wine, but does not speak. Li Lun pours them both more wine, and they drink. He says nothing, accepting Zhao Yuanzhou's curious stare with good grace.

It reminds Zhao Yuanzhou a little too much of their past travels, both around the Wilderness and into the human world, before… well, before everything went wrong. Some evenings they would be full of jokes and laughter, telling stories of the day as if they hadn't spent it together, embellishing into unlikelihood adventures of simple days. Other evenings would be more like this one: quiet company over shared drinks, and a silence more telling and familiar than anything they could say out loud. These he has missed more than anything. After all: jokes and stories may be shared with many, but that quiet companionship is much harder to recreate.

And there was always that: the company. The two of them, together. Zhao Yuanzhou has missed this, more than he (even he, whom others call a chattering monkey) can put into words. He wonders how Li Lun even got here when he is supposed to be safely locked away, and does not ask. If he asks, when he knows, he might have to do something about it. He downs his wine, then raises his empty cup to Li Lun in silent thanks.

Li Lun's expression is unreadable, and for a long moment Zhao Yuanzhou thinks he has made a mistake after all. The restaurant bustles behind them, small enough that even a few customers make it look busy. The far side of the river has lit up with bright lanterns that reflect their glow onto the water, and in Li Lun's eyes. To Zhao Yuanzhou, it is beautiful. He wonders what Li Lun is thinking.

The great Pagoda tree stirs himself, and reaches for Zhao Yuanzhou's cup. His face has softened around the hard edges of the past, and Zhao Yuanzhou dares to hope that Li Lun too is remembering the other evenings they shared like this.

Li Lun holds out his newly filled cup, but does not let go when Zhao Yuanzhou reaches to take it. Instead he blinks a slow challenge at Zhao Yuanzhou. There were other things they did, other moments they shared on evenings like these, and Zhao Yuanzhou's heart stutters into his throat at the thought. He lets his hand fall back into his lap, and watches the long-forgotten, intimately familiar script play out. Li Lun brings the cup to Zhao Yuanzhou's lips, and he parts them willingly, allowing the sweet wine to wake a thirst in him he has not felt in a long time.

Li Lun gives him half of that cup, and then brings the wine to his own lips with that slow inevitability that only trees can possess. He does not break eye contact when he drinks down the rest of the wine, and Zhao Yuanzhou licks his own lips to chase the echo of that sweetness. With the same inexorable surety Li Lun sets down the cup, and reaches for Zhao Yuanzhou. There is a question in his eyes that you would never be able to detect in his confident movements: does Zhao Yuanzhou want this to continue, his eyes ask. Zhao Yuanzhou suspects Li Lun would let him go, for tonight, for the past nights they shared, and finds he wants nothing less.

So he does what he does best: he grins a silent challenge at Li Lun, a smile that says 'come and get me'-- only he does not run. Instead, when Li Lun's hand takes root in his hair and pulls him close, he surrenders, willingly caught in their shared history. When their lips meet it is like no time has passed, and the great divide of their actions does not gape between them, does not tear them apart. Zhao Yuanzhou's hands find themselves holding onto Li Lun's robes, holding him close, and his lips part as willingly for him as they did for his wine.

[whumpers-monthly]

Issue no 36:

In prison

Happy New Year! Well not so happy for whumpee. They've ended up in prison. Why? We might never know. But they've been put behind bars and that's what I'd like to see this month. Send me your work with imprisoned whumpees.

Tag your posts with #whumpers-monthly and #issue no 36   If you make a gifset for the prompt, please also add the tag #whumpedit  

If you already made a post that fits this prompt, reblog that post and tag @whumpers-monthly

Please add the name of the whumpee and the movie or show your content is from.

[whatwooshkai]

ooh 14, 14!

Blades is still talking about his boyfriend or something with Dani when Heatwave and Kade finally return, the latter being held up by the scruff of his shirt in the former's hand.

"Found him," Heatwave announces, giving Kade a little shake despite the human's loud protests.

"Oh, put him down," Dani lightly chastises, crossing her legs from where she's perched on Blades' shoulder. "He's not a kitten."

"I can't put him down," Heatwave snaps, seeing a little vision of Kade run away again in the corner of his vision. Wow, thanks. There's absolutely no way I saw that coming again. "He keeps running away like a sparkling!"

"Some of us aren't thirty feet tall, you know-" Kade starts to argue.

“Forty,” Heatwave corrects automatically.

Kade blinks, before shaking his head and recovering. “Fine. Some of us aren't forty feet tall-“

“You are not,” Blades interrupts, putting his servos on his hips. “Are you kidding me? Boulder is 40 feet, and they’ve got a whole head on you!”

Whatever rebuttal Heatwave might’ve responded with is drowned out by Kade’s screeching laughter.

Heatwave's shoulders rise to his audials, but another vision in the corners of his optics warns him against throwing Kade as far as he possibly can into the forest.

"Catch," he snarls at Blades, tossing Kade at him instead. Blades scrambles to grab him before he hits the ground. Heatwave's turned around already, but the little beat of relief in Blades' field is proof Kade isn't dead.

He's still laughing, though.

[harmlessmessages]

WARNING: SMUT

Careless by harmlessmessages. All rights reserved by the author. 

“Careless” tells the story of two strangers who meet at an open mic in Manhattan. She’s a vibrant musician determined to perform even as her body resists her every move. He’s a mysterious young man weighed down by debilitating, chronic pain and a secret as dark as the mask that hides his face. 

Through alternating perspectives, their chance encounter evolves into a night of raw connection and unguarded intimacy. As their stories intertwine, their personal struggles and unexpected likeness surface, revealing the solace and heartbreak of finding hope and relief in one another, even if for one night.

Each scene is paired with a song, making “Careless” an immersive experience where music mirrors the characters’ journeys and the poignancy of their bond.

Song: Fake Plastic Trees, Radiohead

34/41

“I want you to cum inside me.” She begged him. Fuck, fuck, he could not think. She felt too good, he felt too good inside her. He wasn’t thinking at all. He wasn’t thinking from the moment she rubbed her knees against his at the bar. From the moment she sang on stage. 

“I’m so close.” He moaned into her ear, not stopping, his dick drumming and filling with his desire. 

He could feel her clench onto his cock, unmistakable twitches that grew into hard, heaving contractions, almost pushing him out. As she howled, he dug deeper, plunging himself through the crashing waves of her orgasm.

Now, now was the time. He could do it. He would do it. He wouldn’t let the pain stop him. Not this time. 

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Every tendon of her body ignited, the flooding and fire between her legs whirling, rising, her toes twisting and curling. She burned, she burned and it felt so good, his dick pummeling into her, his mouth hard against her neck, kissing and gnawing and sucking as her vision blurred and she squeezed her eyes shut so tightly that bright, shooting colors bounced against the blank dark. 

She came hard, she came so hard that she nearly cried. He reached down to kiss her, breathing her cries into his throat and she gasped so heavily that she felt dizzy, dizzy with pleasure. 

Before she could gather herself, he pulled out, and she moaned from the shockwaves that radiated up to her heart. Her cum dripped from him and her, glistening on his cock. 

He picked her up from the bed, standing her on her feet so she stood as he was, her body still shaking and now facing forward, his dick rock hard and wet against her ass. He reached his hands in front of her, one on her breast, and the other sliding over her clit as he softly kissed her neck from behind. 

“I’m not done yet.” He urged into her ear, electrifying her skin and nerves so the hair on her arms and neck stood up. 

She angled her head, looking to the ceiling and moving her hair for him, allowing his tongue to slide up her with ease. Slowly, she closed her eyes and focused on his hand softly massaging her below.

She then turned around to meet his lips with her own, standing on her toes so his dick now pressed directly against her legs still convulsing with excitement. His mouth was sweet, his tongue warm and dancing with hers. He gently guided her back onto the bed, placing her head on the pillow, his lips never leaving her own.

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He willed her eyes to open and locked onto them with his own. It would hurt, he knew. But he wanted this. 

She spread his legs for him one last time, and he entered willfully. Slow, deliberate, keeping her gaze. 

She giggled. She’s still nervous, he noted, even after all of this. He laughed into her, brushing his nose against hers before kissing her passionately, then leaning back to hold her eyes once more. 

She was beautiful. She knew that, didn’t she? 

“What?” She whispered, searching his eyes time and time again for something he failed to speak.

“You’re beautiful.” He kissed her lips.

She smiled. “So are you.” No squinting, no rolling her eyes, no scowl. Instead, she reached up to kiss him, and he accepted her invitation wholeheartedly. He began to push faster, deeper, and harder as she twisted below him, rocking and swinging her hips and holding him inside her. He felt her latch again, clenching and releasing onto his cock as she moaned, louder and louder.

It built up quickly, the excited pressure in his dick ready to erupt. She wrapped her legs around him, locking him in, as he groaned, feeling the sharp stabs in his groin radiating into his legs and lower back. 

She grabbed his face and forced him to hold her stare as he cried out. He kissed her, kissed her again and again and licked her lips and squeezed her tight as he came deep, deep inside of her. 

37/41

She could not speak, she could barely catch her breath as she folded her arms around his body. He slowly pulled out — and he took his time — his thick, steaming cum leaking out of her, marking her thighs and and trickling down bit by bit.

He fell to her side, breathing heavily, never letting go of her. She turned to him, swathing her legs around his, her fingers trapped in maze of his curls, her eyes lost in his soft, dark brown gaze. 

She laughed, and he joined her. It wasn’t nervous laughter, or that of doubt, or trying to hide anything. She just laughed at how funny this was, because it was funny — strangers in the night, two lonely people. 

[change-is-perceivable]

Final reminder!

You have one last day to upload any last minute entries!

The collection will stay open until 10pm (CDT) September 5th, 2024

So in other words it will close in about 28 hours!

Remember the minimum word count is only 100 words and you are free to nab any of the 17 prompts you feel like.

With that

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[dcscavengerhunt]

Find a broken statue of a hero.

See pinned for details.

[prompting-oc]

hello all 16,782 of you. i dont post here anymore because i do adult things now but i hope all of you have been well.

[warasings]

𝐀  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.  a  prompt  list  inspired  by  two  up’s  musical  36  Questions. feel  free  to  change  pronouns,  etc.  death  mention,  alcohol  mention,  slight  drug  mention.  slight  self  harm  mention.

❛  you  share  a  lot  in  common  with  my  husband.  ❜ ❛  i  feel  like  i  know  you,  like  we’ve  met  before.  ❜ ❛  when  i  was  with  you  i  could  be  myself.  ❜ ❛  when  i  was  with  you  i  was  real.  ❜ ❛  i’m  only  afraid  of  dying  alone.  ❜ ❛  when  i  am  with  you  i  can  feel  shivers  running  down  my  spine.  ❜ ❛  there’s  never  really  one  thing.  ❜ ❛  sad  i  had  to  make  the  call.  ❜ ❛  sometimes  to  solve  a  problem,  you  follow  it  back  to  the  start.  ❜ ❛  so,  you  came  here  looking  for  one  thing.  and  you’re  saying  that  one  thing  was  to  forget  about  me  ?  ❜ ❛  after  tonight,  you’ll  never  hear  from  me  again.  ❜ ❛  we’ll  do  this  one  thing.  ❜ ❛  it’s  our  word  against  his.  ❜ ❛  i  was  told  to  keep  their  secrets.  ❜ ❛  as  i  got  older,  i  got  dumber.  ❜ ❛  i  couldn’t  help  but  cross  the  line.  ❜ ❛  three  times  i  nearly  wrecked  my  life.  ❜ ❛  i  developed  some  fun  habits.  ❜ ❛  she’s  always  been  so  god  damn  independent.  ❜ ❛  but  eventually  we  had  to  send  her  home.  ❜ ❛  for  the  record,  this  is  self  destructive.  ❜ ❛  and  yes,  i  admit,  i  wish  i  could  touch  her.  ❜ ❛  i  was  just,  uh…  setting  the  table,  here.  i  don’t  know  why  i  did  that.  ❜ ❛  it’s  kind  of  like  a  weird  first  date.  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  imagine  all  the  horrible  stuff  you’ve  heard  about  me.  ❜ ❛  i  guess  i’m  still  afraid  that  i  might  lie.  ❜ ❛  there’s  a  good  chance  that  this  wine  terrible.  ❜ ❛  there’s  something  to  the  ritual  of  setting  some  old  shit  on  fire.  ❜ ❛  why  did  you  lie  to  me  ?  ❜ ❛  can  i  pet  your  dog  ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  ___,  what’s  your  name  ?  ❜ ❛  with  you  in  my  life,  i  was  a  better  person.  ❜ ❛  for  the  first  time,  i  was  in  love.  ❜ ❛  all  the  mundane  shit  i  used  to  hate  was  invigorated  with  your  sense  of  wonder.  ❜ ❛  they  say  before  you  die  your  whole  life  flashes  before  your  eyes.  ❜ ❛  you  never  said  goodbye.  ❜

[52drabbles]

Week 36

We've got a song prompt this week - I Will Always Love You by Dolly Parton (or the Whitney Houston version, if you prefer).

Do the thing!

[gunebuggiesprompts]

Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #36

September 13: Abstain

Danny had to often stop himself from indulging his intrusive thoughts, his emotions much amplified with his ghost half.

Though, in a universe not so far away, what if their Danny wasn't as self restraining? What if that Danny gave up on using his ghost powers for pure good.

What if that universe was the DC one?

[hp-shippy-prompts]

Prompt:

Every year, Tom make a point of ensuring Harry receives exactly 36 birthday presents, just to wind him up.

[jon-withnoh]

I waited for the call to be put through, fiddling with my wedding ring. I spun it around and around my finger. Maybe I ought to have had it resized.

“Hello?” Beatrice’s voice startled me. I had missed the click of the line connecting.

“Hello,” I said. “It’s me.”

“Oh!” Even like this I could hear the genuine delight in her voice. I smiled to myself, picturing her leaning closer to the phone. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you.” I hadn’t thought of anything to say, or a reason to have called. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Prompt 14: Phone Calls