#nick prompts

[chaotic-nick]

what: I've been inspired by my adopt a fic post to turn my ideas into monthly fic prompts, and here's the first post for it woohoo! These are inspired by events from when I was around 15-18 years old (wow that feels like such a long time ago)

prompts masterlist

TCK DEFINITION: Third culture kids or third culture individuals are people who were raised in a culture other than their parents' or the culture of their country of nationality, and also live in a different environment during a significant part of their child development years.

[Psst prompt requests are also OPEN]

Character A never understanding why people get excited over countries [it’s all the same places with different languages], but also gets excited over cafes, shabby restaurants and grocery stores. 

Character A never owned a pet because it’s expensive taking an animal abroad with them or asking someone to take or it when they were abroad was out of their budget. Character B surprises them with a pet on their birthday/anniversary/ occasion/etc, and Character A just falls in love even more.

Character B tells Character A a long-distance relationship won't work, Character A is confused because they’ve maintained relationships from all over the world.

Character A crying in their kitchen after they’ve tried making tea/ a sandwich, because ‘it’s not the same’. Character B tells them that they found a place despite character B never tasting the original thing.

Character A’s love language is organising/ packing, and Character B is sick before a trip and wakes up to their things packed.

Character A is never fond of bringing gifts to their relatives back home. After making friends in their home country, Character A goes on their first gift-shopping spree and actually feels excitement.

Character A and Character B both fly to their home countries during the summer/ winter/school break and have made a promise to always get each other the most bizarre things they can find.

Character B and C visit Character A’s house and are confused with their food choices. [I put Kimchi in Pani puri shells, 10/10 recommend]

 Character A longing for someone in their current country to love them enough that will make character A stay.

Character B sees the world map in Character A’s apartment wall and asks about it. While Character A is doing so, Character B holds so much love in their eyes/ falls in love with them more. 

Character A has tried every cuisine in the world . . . Character B swears that their mother’s cooking/ family recipe will make them stay in the country they are in.

[nijuukoo]

One Last More Time

[shummthechumm]

NICKELODEON/BACKYARDIGANS OFFICIAL HIRE ME I CAN HELP YOU!!!!

[cozylittleartblog]

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twitter art prompt context under the cut

[jaminster]

L4TOBER (2024)

Welcome to L4TOBER 2024! The first ever list I've done for any fandom, but I hope y'all will like it and write/draw the shit out of these prompts.

These ideas are specifically directed for the Left 4 Dead/2 fandom, so I'd appreciate it if you wrote under that!

You can find the collection here, where the rules, questions and answers are written. However, if you have any questions or anything, please don't hesitate to contact me via Tumblr. Just write a comment beneath this post or PM me and I'll answer whenever I have the availability. (Also, shoutout to @daddyellis, @xpouii and others for helping with ideas! Wouldn't have made this without their help.)

L4TOBER 2024 LIST:

Anxiety

Nightmares

Blinded

Separated

Disorientated

Troubled Waters

The Storm

One Last Time

Flashbacks

Regret

Betrayal

TAAAAAAANK!

Mud Stuck (Stuck In The Mud)

Tongues Tied

Hypothermia

Last Meal

Mirage

Friendly Fire

CEDA

Pills

Surprise Attack!

Almost There!

Three Bullets

Love Tunnel (Tunnel of Love)

Dead End

Sick Burn

Paralysis

Fever

Infected

Loss

The Sacrifice

[danphanwritingprompts]

Tucker accidentally posts a selfie he took of him and Danny (as Phantom) kissing to his social media, causing it to blow up.

[luxu1230]

Top Gun Head cannon.

Jake has Dyslexia and is high functioning autistic or has adhd. When he was younger he'd stim by biting himself as his teeth would hurt so as a way to chew something he uses toothpicks which is why he likes carrying them around. They're also great for stabbing himself when he feels overwhelmed to get him to focus and it's not like it leaves a wound. His hyperfixation has changed over the years but being an aviator has never changed.

So then comes his dyslexia.....

Many people think Jake got his call sign due to leaving people behind and Rooster calling him that after a flight at Top gun before the mission. While that is the place the others found out his new call sign it was actually his co who would call him that rooster overheard it one day and completely came to the wrong conclusion. While Jake was good at planes his spelling sucked no matter how much he tried to practice his brain wouldn't work. So when his co read his report once he said it was like a game of hangman trying to find the correct words and told Jake that if he came to him he'd write his reports if the hangman told him what to write......

It wasn't until two months later that his co died and the call sign Hangman became nothing more than a bitter reminder of someone he lost. His call sign story completely wrong..... Fuck you Rooster.

Fast forward a few years and the story comes out and Rooster now feels like an utter dick he turned a joke into a complete landslide of which put a rift between Hangman and anyone he worked with practically leaving him friendless bar Javy.

So he tries to fix it and eventually he does, he even gets a husband out of it.

I also feel like Maverick would have noticed signs of Deslexya since he once had to help Goose with his reports as his spelling was terrible due to it. So when he figured it out he unknowingly offers the same offer the co did before... You speak I write.

[myokk]

Eloise is VERY studious but it’s just because she needs to prove herself. She’s very insecure that she started at Hogwarts so late & studies like crazy to catch up & so nobody can ever doubt her😤😤 She HATES some classes though and will do the bare minimum for them and is fine with getting a possible T in her OWLs (Beasts), unless she deems the subject important somehow (Divination), but with subjects she LOVES (Transfiguration and Arithmancy) she does a lot of extra work outside of what’s necessary.

She’s never been able to stay awake longer than 2 minutes in History of Magic🥲 she swears Professor Binns infuses his voice with some sort of somnolence charm…

Her two best friends are Imelda and Anne😇🙏they drag her along EVERYWHERE with them

[gello-hello]

I’ve only done the first 3 falloutober prompts 😭

[loveebot]

teddy!reader

unique (understatement). always has soft skin. lip smackers. knee high socks. ultra mini uggs. weird patterns. likes all colors but in more dull tones. thrifting. love language; acts of service (even though the act is usually messed up due to her clumsiness, it’s the thought that counts). crochets her own clothes. frecklesss. works at the library. people describe her and her outfits as: outlandish. small tattoos. “ballad of a homeschooled girl” by olivia rodrigo. insanely awkward. always has her hair in eccentric hairstyles w/ funky hair accessories. homemade jewelry. oversized everything. loves records.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🧸 ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — deadass perfection. you crochet him sweaters all the time and he’s constantly driving you to thrift stores. he’s really good at calming you down when you feel insecure about what people say to you. and he’s really good at other things too. bonus : he was your first everything ‘cause no one else made you feel as good about yourself as he did.

w/ chris — you guys are actually too cute. he loves your strange fashion sense and you love how he doesn’t care what people think of him and how he acts a fool. your weird personalities match perfectly. you especially love it when he visits you while you’re working at the library. when he fucks you in the very, very back, warning you to stay quiet.

w/ nate — he’s insanely obsessed with you. his favorite thing about you is how you’re constantly making him gifts, even though they don’t always come out as planned. like messy cakes or goofy looking hats. and after every gift, you receive a nice dicking down, which you are very grateful for.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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[sluts4matt]

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

SMUT 💦

FLUFF 🩵

ANGST 🌧️

SUGGESTIVE 💧

AUTHORS FAVORITE 🦋

distraction 💦

jealous 💦

attitude adjustment 💦

silent treatment 💦

first hit 💦💧🦋

desperate 💦

sick day 🩵

back of the bus💦

coming soon...

coming soon...

[juli3ette]

Kinktober, Day 1: Exhibitionism

Full image on my Twitter (NSFW WARNING)

[trashydez]

like a phoenix. (2.7k words)

what if phoenix- instead of being virtually indestructible, actually wasnt? what if he was actually incredibly prone to death, but he just… never stayed dead?

(trigger warning for a multitude of causes of deaths!! some in detail and some not. other tw’s include implied suicide attempts, implied child neglect, derealisation and thinking one is already dead. be warned! take care of yourself!)

at 9, he wakes in his bed after having a high fever and his mom ships him off to school hours after it began. he finds it odd, because last he’d checked his temperature (that morning, when he told his mom he felt like he was going to die and his mom had left to go run errands, barely sparing him a glance), his temperature had been at 107 degrees farenheit. that was definitely high, but after he slipped into unconsciousness, writhing and restless and in a lot of pain, he woke up to his mother checking his temperature and saying he was fine to head off to school. he didnt feel fine, but his temperature had gone down significantly enough that his mother felt like he had no excuse not to go. hes glad he went to school though, even as he shivered, sneezed and sniffled, because there he found a friend in a boy with a funny bowtie and a heart made of gold.

he crunches and chokes on glass shards and poison but doesnt die. the doctors dont find anything wrong with him, aside from feeling a bit ill, so he goes back into the courtroom and dollie is convicted of murder. hes happy his roommate is away for some theatre troupe thing, because the sickness eventually catches up to him and he throws up shards of glass, acid and blood. it cuts into his throat and burns his eyes and he swears, he swears he dies right then and there, freezing and shaking and everything hurts. but when he wakes up hours later, the sun having set and the only light source in his dingy dormroom the moon outside, hes amazed to not feel sick anymore. but the puddle of sludge is drying beside his face and he considers himself lucky, or maybe unlucky, because unlike dahlia’s other victims, he actually lives to tell the tale.

phoenix arrives early to the office, having been in the public library nearby reading a book on reincarnation. he enters the office and promptly has his skull caved into his brain. he does not see his assailant, but when he wakes, theres an oddly dressed girl crying, crouched over his boss’ cold body. he doesn’t think about the drying blood in the back of his head, or how cold mia’s body is (and why he can even tell, considering the fact he has not touched her corpse) or the chapter in the book he’d been reading that talked about quantum immortality— all he thinks of is proving maya fey’s innocence.

as it turns out, being constantly anxious and terrified of mortal peril actually has its perks. maybe the fact he’s a lawyer whose only ever dealt with homicide cases definitely wasn’t benefiting his mental wellbeing either. in any case, its that fear of literally everything and constant feeling of impending doom that makes his body react before his mind does. taser! danger! maya! so, he gets tasered. and it fucking HURTS, but he feels more relieved than frightened as the searing pain shoots through him, because he’d been able to push maya away before von karma got to them both. wasnt a symptom of death by electrocution an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and imminent death? maybe he was going crazy. when he comes back though, its to his head in the lap of a crying spirit medium, so maybe a psychotic break isnt too bad if it means everyone else gets to escape with no damage to their own psyche.

its only after she stops screaming in terror- oh my god, nicks a zombie!! kyahh!!!- and nearly beating him with her bulky magatama necklace, that she tells him what she saw. (“like, there was a sudden bright light and then i realised it was coming from you! but when i tried to touch your glowing skin,” she says it like its the most absurd thing she’d ever seen, which really said something considering the fact she was from a family of people who could channelthe dead “it was HOT! like, japanifornia summer hot! blazing! i was only able to check your pulse after you cooled down a bit…”). maybe its this that makes him less alarmed by the way his skin glowed in the dark of his trashed bedroom, after drinking himself to death following a certain phone call from a terribly sad, newly bossless detective. he doesnt think he can bear the taste alcohol ever again, after that.

maybe the number of times he’s died of blunt force trauma to the head should be a cause for concern, even more so when he wakes up without any of his memories. he’s terrified, and doesnt even knows who he is, until he does, and is able to prove maggey byrde innocent. fun times! he should probably watch out to make sure his next death wasn’t to the head, lest he be as mentally impaired as a number of people liked to say he was… (and he should probably also be concerned by the fact he was already thinking of the next time he’d die, but ah well, blame it on the concussion).

as it turns out, getting whipped to death was not on his list of ways he thought he’d die next, but life liked to mess with him like that, it seemed. still, dragging his delirious self to the bathroom of his office to try and save the infected wounds from killing him wasn’t all that fun, and he’s immediately reminded of his first death, slow and painful, alone and scared of what came next. he feels bad for feeling relieved when maya shows up and screams upon seeing the state he and the bathroom (that’d he’d accidentally trashed when his legs gave out after he opened the door, a number of bottles fallen to the floor beside him) were in. he stops her from calling the police- there was no point, he didn’t have much time left. but when she asks what she could do, he goes quiet. (…just… stay here? i dont- he coughs up a distinctly red shade of spit. maya makes a noise between a choked cry and a whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck. but phoenix was shivering worse now, and hugs himself tigher. i dont want to die alone.) so she stays with him, on the cold bathroom floor, as his labored breathing eventually slows. when he awakens, he finds maya asleep leaning against him, and promises to get her burgers as a thank you.

who knew death by a monkey throwing a giant bronze bust of max galactica at you could happen? at this point, he’s almost glad he was basically immortal, because there was no way in hell he’d allow his autopsy report to say ‘cause of death: monkey manslaughter’! edgeworth would laugh himself to tears if he saw! not that he could see. or cry, because he was dead. and not coming back. damn.

so edgeworth isnt dead! yippee? he thought it was his thing to get reanimated after death, not edgeworths. when he saw him, standing in the middle of the police department, alive and breathing and very much not dead, he nearly started laughing. he must’ve finally gone insane! curse the amount of times he’d died of brain related injuries, not that he knew how many of them there were at this point. he might actually have laughed a bit, because pearls was looking at him like he was losing it (he was) but he couldnt really bring himself to care as he had more pressing issues at hand, like saving his best friend from a crazy serial killer holding her hostage, and punching his other best friend in the face for faking his own death (because really, dying was his thing! not edgeworths!). and if he pulls edgeworth into a hug immediately after, throwing caution in the wind (you only live once, right?), the warmth- a normal, human temperature, unlike his burning hot when he came back from death- is enough to stabilise his harried mind for just a moment, before he has to return to his guilty client and his hopeless situation.

by some crazy turn of events, he actually doesnt die from having boiling hot coffee thrown at his face. it burns, and maya screams when she sees the boils on his face after that first trial with godot, but after throwing a wet towel over his face and putting him in timeout on the sofa for 12-hours, the burns go away as if they were never there. he fell asleep at some point, and after alot of back and forth debate, they eventually came to the conclusion that 1. his body heat rising to burning levels when he dies must have caused his body has to grow immune to heat and 2. since sleep was like a ‘temporary death’, a ‘temporary wound’ would just heal like it did when he died of normal wounds, right? he didn’t want to dwell on it too much, because maya was looking at him like she wanted to test that theory for real, so he quickly changes topics before things got out of hand.

so their theory on the immunity to heat thing was correct! …almost. larry had tried to stop him, but it was fire and he was basically immune to heat, right? nope! his skin burned and boiled but he didn’t die as he tried to run across the burning bridge. even so, nothing hurt more than falling through one of the burnt planks and slamming onto the surface of the freezing cold rushing stream below. luckily the death was near immediate, but unfortunately he came to while in the water still, so he swallowed a sizeable amount of water before paramedics arrived. he hears the doctors find his survival miraculous, despite the scorching hot fever he was now under. he blacks out again, and comes to in the hospital, feeling absolutely terrible.

the horribleness feels familiar though, and when edgeworth walks in, he realises what it must be, when the man presses the back of his hand to his temple and quickly pulls his hand away as if burned. (oh. he thinks, tearing up despite himself. it must be the fever. i’m going to die like this again.) his internal monologue must’ve been external though, because edgeworth balks (‘again?!’). but phoenix was crying in hiccups and sobs, feeling terrible and like he was nine years old again, wishing his mother were there to nurse him back to health like she’d never done before. he faintly hears edgeworth sitting down on his bed and reaches out, gripping the mans waist like it was a lifeline. in a sense, it was. “don’t go.” he whispers, gripping the man tighter like he’d disappear into thin air (again). “please, please don’t go.” in his delirium, he nearly wails in despair when he feels edgeworth move, but he was only moving to readjust himself so he’s lying next to him, their bodies so close that it must burn, but the only sign edgeworth shows that he’s in pain is a wince and the crease of his brow. he allows himself to be cried on, curling a protective arm over phoenix’s burning body. “i- i dont know what’s going on, wright, but i’m not, i’m not going anywhere, okay?” he seems to be attempting exasperation, but it comes out terrified and concerned, but phoenix is fading quickly, so it might just be his waning mind making up things that don’t exist. “i am terrified. your body is life threateningly hot and— wright? wright!”

he comes to with nurses surrounding him, and a distressed edgeworth swearing on his life that that man was dead, his body was seizing and on fire and- and his heart stopped beating! but phoenix couldn’t dwell on it, because the mention of fire immediately brought him back to why he was in the hospital at all. and plus, it gave him the chance to use his best friends sensitive treatment of him afterwards to convince him to play defense attorney, so that was nice. still, he feels like he dies when he finds out dahlia had actually been iris and that godot was actually his dead mentors apparently not dead boyfriend. oh, and he was also a murderer. he also feels like he dies when dahlia- actual, serial killer and dead by execution dahlia, was exorcised from maya’s body. but that had more to do with his soul leaving his body in terror rather than actually dying, so that was a nice change of pace… probably.

later, he’d had to have a conversation with edgeworth to give him an explanation on just what the hell he’d witnessed in that hospital room. although, apparently his re-aliving symptoms must’ve started becoming more dramatic, because miles describes it as his whole body glowing as bright as the sun, and then his eyes opening for a moment to reveal nothing but white, glowing eyeballs with no irises. phoenix has to convince him to still board his flight the day after, that he was okay… probably. maybe not safe, but definitely okay. (still, edgeworth stays the night at his, and they hold eachother close, basking in the shared warmth of two alive bodies in heat equilibrium, listening to eachothers breathing and rhythmic heartbeats, no signs of impending mortality in sight, save for, what did the french call it? la petite morte? most of all, phoenix basks in the promise miles makes to him. “i’m not going anywhere,” he repeats, over and over like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was phoenix. “i’m not going anywhere, i promise.”)

and when he loses his badge, he thinks he really does die, permanent and definitively. he feels far away from his body when the forger is called to the witness stand. feels like a ghost when the council walks out the room and past him, making no eye contact and answering the unanswered question on the tip of his tongue. feels his life crumble to pieces when a blonde man with a pleasent, almost saintly smile gives him the most maddeningly sympathetic look and tells him he is sorry for his loss, as if there really was someone dead. only, the only one dead must’ve been him, because there was no one else there who had just lost their life. he couldn’t even hear himself as he laughed, which turned into sobs, as he excused himself and fleed to his bicycle. not one pedestrian bats an eye at the state he is in, so he must really be a ghost, cycling past speeding cars and large trucks and buses as if it couldn’t kill him, because he wasn’t there, he was already dead. when he reaches his office, freezing and quiet and dreadfully void of any human life, he passes by the window his boss had died at and sees his reflection, unkempt and red faced and badgeless. he wants to scream, but he couldn’t because no one would hear a ghost scream, so instead he just sits down in the spot his mentor had lost her life in, and mourns.

when two weeks later a warm, incredible alive life falls into his hands in the shape of a little girl with a too big tophat and a joy for being alive that he’d lost years ago, well, maybe he is glad that he couldn’t die for real, if only to be able to wake up to that beaming grin as his little girl tries to pull her daddy out of bed because she’d made breakfast, and it only smells burnt because of the magic something she’d added as a special ingredient. he eats it, char and all, because he can’t taste the burnt-ness of it anyway, but he could taste the love and care put into it, and that was more than enough to take his mind away readying himself for his next death. instead, he thinks of his daughter’s next performance at the wonder bar, and their next trip to kurain, and miles’ next visit. for once, he thinks of living.

[danphanwritingprompts]

Danny is sent as a representative of the spirit world to help guide Aang through his quest to master all four elements.

[manitapaleta]

Art for @nark-week day 2: glow/glare

BG/Classic fantasy au nark fo dis one 😎

[kala-basaa]

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