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featheredclover · 4 months ago

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Baisemain

Oneshot inspired by this prompt (courtesy @arshifiesta )

He pulls his bow tie into place, glancing over at Aman who was setting his hair.

“I didn’t know you were into such formal events”

“Come on Arnav, it’s our college’s tradition “ he said, his eyes still on the mirror.

“Bullshit” he shook his head, “Women?”

“Free alcohol” Aman winked.

“Okay gentlemen “ Akash walked in “We need to leave in 5”

Arnav looked bored at Akash’s antics.

“Why are you dragging us to this place?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the legend! This is the night you meet your soulmate, if they are here. That’s why the masquerade!” Akash said, looking mildly offended.

“Really?” Aman laughed.

“Yes, I have already found Payal, but what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t help you two out?”

Arnav narrowed his eyes.

“So this is Payal’s doing. You have started talking like her. Soulmate is a crap idea, sold by miserable optimists.”

“Arn-“

“And I don’t need your help with women, thanks” he shrugged.

Aman chuckled, “Why would you when there are Lavanya and Sheetal worshipping the ground you walk on!”

Arnav shook his head, grabbed his simple black mask and donned it.

“Okay guys, now we are actually late”, Akash said as he half pushed them out of the dorm.

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The scent of a hundred perfumes danced in the air, as the dark hall, brightened only by candles and chandeliers, shimmered.

Arnav looked around bored.

Feathers and masks fluttered around like confetti, and he cursed Akash again.

“You guys came! “ Payal shouted.

“Well, well Payal. That’s a stunning mask” Aman smiled.

“Thanks” Payal smiled as the feathery mask on her face ruffled.

“You look like a very beautiful duster, Payal,“ Arnav smirked.

She punched his arm playfully, “At least I am creative, Raizada “

Her eyes caught someone behind him, and she looked back at him with an unholy grin.

“Looks like your soulmate is here”

Before he could turn around, his arm was grasped in a vice grip.

“Hello Arnav “ Lavanya smiled, “Hello everyone “

Payal smiled at Arnav’s discomfort.

“Well Akash and I are hitting the dance floor! Come on Aman , my friend has been pestering me to get you to meet her”

“My pleasure “ Aman winked at Arnav, and walked into the sea of dancing couples.

With a sigh, he shrugged his arm out of Lavanya’s grip.

“You have been ignoring my calls Arnav “

“No, I haven't, “ he spoke grimly.

“Really? I can show you my call log”

“I am not ignoring you Lavanya. I am just standing by my words. This relationship isn’t working out for me, and I want you to move on as well”

Her cat like eyes pinned him with a deadly gaze, “Any man would die to be in your place. To be wanted by Lavanya Kashyap is a dream for some”

“Then go find them” he dismissed her coldly, walking off towards the bar.

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“A martini” he called out to the bartender.

He tapped the marble counter impatiently, as the earlier irritation bubbled inside him.

He had no patience for people who didn’t respect his words or themselves.

He was suddenly harshly pushed against the counter as a body crashed into him.

He turned around, set to kill whichever unfortunate soul it was that bumped into him.

“Sorry! I am so sorry Mr black mask! These heels are the culprit” the girl continued her diatribe, dressed in a beautiful gold dress, her mask the same shade of glitter.

She then looked up at him, and Arnav took a sharp breath in.

Almond eyes, in the most stunning shade of brown.

“It’s fine” he found himself answering, hoarsely.

She smiled.

“Thank you for forgiving me!”

“Did you need a drink?”

“Yes! ‘Sex on the beach’ would be nice”

His lips twitched.

“Don’t laugh, okay! Cocktails are the best!”

“Of course “ Arnav coughed, hiding a laugh.

He placed the order and turned back to her.

“Who are you?” he peered intently at her face, hidden from him by the mask.

She giggled, “We can’t reveal ourselves before the clock strikes twelve! Didn’t you know that?”

He shook his head, mesmerised.

“Very Cinderella-ish I feel” She whispered, almost conspiratorially.

“Well, then I have to keep you occupied with me till twelve “

She laughed. And somehow, the feathers and glitters didn’t seem so grating to him anymore.

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Arnav couldn’t for the life of him recall what his drink tasted like. He felt an unbearable craving for the pink cocktail, the golden girl was sipping so enchantingly. He was sorely tempted to taste it from her lips.

“So Mr black mask, aren’t you going to dance with me?” , she tilted her head adorably.

“As soon as you are done with that drink, golden girl” he breathed out.

“Golden girl? I like that name” she smiled.

She slipped her cold fingers into his warm ones, making his head swoon with desire.

She led him to the floor, the disco ball reflecting along the length of her dress, clinging beautifully to her.

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.

Frank Sinatra sang in their ears, as he spun her around. Her surprised smile filled him with enough elation to let go of his inhibitions.

“Where did you learn to dance like that Mr Black?” She asked as a slow tune pulled them closer.

“When I was eight my mother felt she should raise an old school gentleman in the 21st century “

She laughed, “Well, she did you a big favour “

“She will be pleased to hear that”

He twirled her around, and pulled her back into his arms. He heard her breath hitch.

He lifted her hand, placing a tender kiss on it.

She whispered , “Why not just kiss me?”

“Baisemain my golden girl, is far more intimate in this day and age”

“I see” she conceded with a smile”

“So, how’s the campus treating you so far?”

“Well, the classes are good. And I have joined the theatre club”

“One for the dramatics?”

“You would be surprised, “ she grinned.

And just like that, he felt the need to know her more.

“So do I get a date after twelve?”

She leaned forward, whispering into his ears,

“ Golden girl accepts Mr Black’s invitation “

He stared at her in daze, blushing a faint red.

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“Ladies and gentlemen! The 86th annual masquerade ball is coming to its conclusion. You might have made friends, foes or lovers by now. So I hope you reveal yourselves, and meet each other’s expectations!”

The voice boomed from the speakers as Arnav’s heart quickened. He was intoxicated and he was damn sure the martini had nothing to do with it.

He looked down at her, to see her staring up at him. A mischievous glint stole up her eyes.

A blast of trumpet distracted him, as the crowd hooted and cheered.

The clock had struck twelve.

He turned back , just to find himself alone.

In a frenzy, he looked around. For a glimpse of gold, for a glimpse of an alluring smile.

He caught a flash of gold at the entrance and made a mad dash towards her.

He reached the empty hallway leading to a staircase.

Arnav Singh Raizada. Chasing someone. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

He walked briskly towards the staircase, stumbling upon a black heel.

Bending down he picked it up, amusement stealing up his eyes.

He ran towards the steps, and looked up.

There she was, in all her golden glory.

Her lips were pursed, and he knew she was a moment away from bursting out into laughter.

“Oh fair maiden, I have searched the lands of my kingdom for a lady who left me just this shoe. Will you please do me the honour of trying it on?” He inflicted as much passion into his voice as possible.

She cleared her throat, breaking into a smile.

“Why not, my dear prince?”

She lifted her dress up a few inches, and he swallowed, exerting an iron grasp on his desire.

He climbed up, bent down and took her foot in his hand. She couldn’t hide her tremble, as she placed a dainty hand on his shoulder.

He placed the heel perfectly, caressing her skin as he did so.

“How did I do?” He stood up.

“Brilliant!” She giggled.

“ You have earned a spot in our club, Mr. Black.”

He pulled her close with an arm around her waist.

“I can’t wait anymore “

With trembling hands he removes the golden mask framing her face.

He gasps in awe, as he sees her. Her cheeks lifted up with her smile, her nose was slightly tinged pink and her eyes even more beautiful unadorned.

He felt her hands cup his face, before loosening the ribbon tying up his mask together. He felt as if he was just learning to breathe.

“Arnav Singh Raizada “ she muttered, her eyes widened in shock.

He didn’t know what he expected. But being the prime trustee’s grandson had always brought him unwanted fame.

Inexplicably, he found himself uncaring about that now, all he knew was that he wanted her.

“And you are?” He asked, clouding her space, not letting an inch rest between them.

“Khushi Gupta”

He laughed, “You are Payal’s cousin?”

She nodded, seemingly still shy from the revelation.

“Small world”

He lifted her chin, making her eyes meet his.

“This Cinderella is not going home tonight “

She smiled. Her lips twisted in a teasing pout.

“Isn’t she?”

He lifts her hand. Bending down, he kisses it.

Her eyes darken, her lips part.

He never breaks away the stare, as he moves down. Kissing every inch of her arm.

And just when she gasps out breathlessly,he whispers “Never”.

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panpraja · 3 months ago

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The angel rolled their eyes. All hundreds of them.

#word prompt #writeblr #steal this #woke up in cold sweat #was listening to taylor swift's cruel summer and heard 'angels roll their eyes' and i imagined it biblically #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writing inspiration

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dragonflylady77 · 2 months ago

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CLAWING AT YOUR SOUL

User @/Plotwist_ing on Twitter has been posting daily prompts for micro poems. This prompt is from ages ago but, today, at the monthly writing circle, I got inspired...

also on Ao3

gift for @shieldofiron @heck-in-a-handbasket @passivenovember and @ihni <3

Counting the days, the months, since Starcourt.

Lying to everyone, telling them he’s fine, yes, he is sleeping.

Always pretending, as if the Billy-shaped hole in his chest wasn’t eating at him.

Wondering what really happened to Billy’s body that fateful night.

In Steve’s dreams, Billy is alive, stuck in the Upside Down.

Never had he imagined he’d miss him so much, the guy who beat him up that time.

Going into the woods at night, alone with his nail bat, looking…

Another night searching for nothing, going to work on two hours of fitful sleep.

Talking to Max, who talks to El, and finally, a confirmation.

Yanking on the rope keeping him tethered, Steve walks through the portal

One by one, the kids follow, silent for once, in the darkness

Upside Down noises muted by the spores and the vines.

Running towards the lone human figure, grimy and confused.

Sobbing with relief once Billy is in his arms, Steve can breathe again.

On the way to his house, Steve refuses to let go of Billy, ignoring all the voices.

Unbidden tears once they’re alone, hushed whispers in the dark, two boys in love

Learning to live again, hand in hand. Soulmates, reunited.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #soulmates au #dragonflylady77 #poetry #word prompt #acrostic

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ardent-fox · 11 months ago

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Galladrabbles: Room for More

Thank you to @dynamic-power for this lovely @galladrabbles prompt! Here's my humble offering of some S1 babies.

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"Gonna pay for that?"

Something undefinable flashes across Mickey's face before he snorts, smirk not quite reaching his eyes. "Think y'know the answer to that, Gallagher."

The sound of his surname cuts deeper than Mickey continuously complicating his job over silly snacks like-

Ian's heart sinks at the essentials stacked inside the box: milk, canned goods, fuckin' tampons for Mandy. At the energy bars bulging from his non-boyfriend's pockets that he'll undoubtedly scarf down in secret later, yet still have room for more.

He waits for Mickey to leave before fishing out a twenty and placing it inside the register.

#he would if he could ian #also me posting a drabble after not writing a single sentence in 4.5 months? a true xmas miracle #hope it makes sense #galladrabbles #gallavich #100 words #word prompt #room for more #ian x mickey #shameless

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arshifiesta · 5 months ago

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IPK 13th Anniversary Arshi Fiesta June 2024 Repository of works:

*SUBMISSIONS ARE STILL OPEN*

Our introductory tease!

Our Anniversary post - Colours/Stages of Love

Search #moodboard on our blog to find all the moodboards

and #word prompt to find exactly that!

Steps to post correctly

Countdown posts from hand-picked-star :

10 days to go

9 days to go

8 days to go

7 days to go

6 days to go

5 days to go

4 days to go

3 days to go

2 days to go

1 day to go

featheredclover's anniversary post

msbhagirathi's incorrect quotes and this

msbhagirathi's word prompt submissions: Moon-struck; Collywobbles

phuljari's Historical AU! x Arshi moodboard submission

hand-picked-star's Historical AU! x Arshi moodboard submission:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

featheredclover's word prompt submissions: Moon-struck; Collywobbles; Redamancy; Baiseman and Orphic:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

featheredclover's Carmine Veils (Historical AU! moodboard submission):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

phuljari's social media au for word prompt submissions:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

arshiradio's video submission

jalebi-weds-bluetooth's Saheb, Bibi aur Ghulam (Historical AU! moodboard submission):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Monta Re

Chapter 3

titaliya's word prompt submission: Reverie

sankiraizada's word prompt submission: Jouska, Shab-e-intizar

msbhagirathi's a tribute to ARRTI:

Part 1

featheredclover's September Rain (Childhood Friends AU! x Arshi moodboard submission)

Prologue

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dailytextprompt · 3 months ago

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11.9.24

Homemade

#writing #prompt #writing prompt #word prompt

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wanderingmaskdragons · 5 months ago

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Word Prompt Dragon: Giraffe!

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#dragon #digital art #word prompt #giraffe #dragons #wanderingmaskart #y'know i always used to think of giraffes as only having the long necks #but really their legs are just as long #so the ratio is more like half and half #it's funny what ya don't notice until it's pointed out!

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blackrosesandwhump · 4 months ago

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#17 Poison

From this Gothic whump challenge.

CW: vampire whumper, poison, blood

The vampire ripped his fangs from his victim’s neck. Just a little more. But he knew, gripping the man’s limp form, that a little more always meant death.

Gently, he laid the human down.

“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping blood from his mouth. Just a little more. Please. “It’ll wear off after a while.” He glanced at the man’s body, then took off his own coat and spread it out over the cold ground. He placed the human on top. The man lay motionless, his breathing shallow, eyes wide and terrified.

“I’m sorry,” the vampire repeated. A useless refrain.

His fangs throbbed as he slipped into the night. Their venom burned at the corner of his mouth. The same venom that now coursed through his victim’s paralyzed body.

I’m sorry.

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kvohru · 21 days ago

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mean it literally - nejiten week '24

day 4 - يقبرني (ya'aburnee; arabic) a way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to live without them.

“That’s kind of how I feel about you,” Tenten said contemplatively from above, startling Neji from his position against the tree. He jumped ever so slightly, the book in his lap slamming shut. She frowned, still looking down at him. He was reading in their usual spot under that willow tree, and she had ‘snuck up’ on him. (In reality, she’d been standing behind him and reading over his shoulder for the past few minutes. Hardly being inconspicuous, too.) “That could not have actually scared you, Neji. I was literally humming as I walked up here.”

“You don’t exactly inspire danger, Tenten,” he replied drily, but there was no real annoyance in his voice.

He leaned back against the tree trunk, craning his neck back to look at her. “I was reading.”

She scrunched her nose cutely the way she always did, before dropping down to sit next to him. “And you’re a shinobi. You should be able to sense danger,” she argued absentmindedly, reaching over to open the book back up to the page he was reading. He appreciated the gesture—the instinctiveness of it, the casual affection in it— and he, in turn, angled it towards her.

She gasped, her brows furrowed and her mouth dropping open, “How dare you—”

His hand reaching to grab a leaf that was tucked between her hair effectively silenced her. “You were saying?” His eyes barely strayed from her face— from her wide brown eyes and the slight part of her lips, to the pink on her cheeks and her skewed bangs. She was beautiful, Neji noted without any surprise. It was something that didn’t shock Neji anymore, a realisation he’d long come to terms with. Tenten was really pretty.

“Don’t do that,” she breathed after a second, dropping her forehead on his shoulder, no doubt trying to hide how flustered she'd gotten. That was also something she had sort of gotten used to— Neji doing seemingly small things that would set off a torrent of butterflies in her stomach. And it was hard to play it off when things like this happened— he knew her too well for her to be able to hide it. So at some point… she kind of stopped trying to.

She just let it happen.

“You were reading, weren’t you?” She shifted next to him, pointedly avoiding his eyes and staring at the book in his lap. It was something about Suna (and the neighbouring lands?), but she wasn’t quite sure. Her leg pressed up against his, and when she leaned into his shoulder to read with him, the smell of her shampoo wafted into his nose.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, and she felt the vibration. “You said something when you came here. What was it?”

She pointed at a paragraph on the page, leaning her head against him. He didn’t mind. “I was talking about this,” she replied airily. “I said it’s kind of how I feel about you.”

Yo’burnee (يقبرني) is an Arabic phrase that directly translates to ‘bury me’, and it is a way to declare your hope that your loved one will outlive you, as it would be unbearable to live without them. It is often used as a way to express extreme affection, and in a more lighthearted manner (ex: “Yo’burnee jamelak”, translating to ‘your beauty buries me’)...

Neji stilled, his heartbeat picking up in his chest. He didn’t know how to approach this. They’d been stuck in this will-they-won’t-they limbo for so long now that he was sure nothing she could say or do could shock him anymore, but there he was. Blushing like an idiot over a vague, roundabout declaration of affection.

So instead, he wilfully missed her point. Danced around it and toed the line but not quite. Nudging her gently with his shoulder, he asked, “So you think I’m pretty, huh?”

And as expected, she rolled her eyes, pushing herself off of him to make a point. “I take it back. You’re the worst.”

(After a while though, in the quiet of the meadow, with no one to hear him but her, he whispered, “I feel that way about you, too, Tenten.”)

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The first thing a very teary-eyed Tenten said to her (could’ve been dead!) boyfriend when she visited him in the hospital was, “I didn’t think you meant it literally, you dick!”

many, many, many months (and a war) later.

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