#prompt 32

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #32

“Smile, darling. The whole world is watching.”

[my-lovely-writing]

Notes: Okay, wow, this is actually a pretty dark one for me. Please, please check the tw tags before clicking read more. But hey, at least it's not so long this time.

The villain stumbled into their office, dazedly, leaning against the wall with their hands pressed against their ears and jagged claw marks trailing crimson down their cheeks. They didn't shut the door. They were wheezing but they couldn't hear their own breaths, their mind a white cavern of nothingness for the awful, terrible voices to echo through, to rebound off of and carve through like an angry horde of gnats.

"My boyfriend hits me and I let him because I don't have the money to leave."

"If I knew I wouldn't get caught, I would hurt someone."

"I killed my dad once. He was old and suffering. The night terrors have never stopped."

"Staying alive is an act of self-sacrifice. I don't want it, not after everything."

"Someone once told me to—"

And then there were soft hands on Villain's wrists, pulling them away from their face. Hero. The villain let out a hiss, drowned out by the pure madness in their own mind, as their broken skin clung to where they kept digging in their nails in a desperate bid to somehow rip it out, to tear it away like what they done to the hero.

"Please," the villain begged. They didn't bother hiding what they felt. They licked their bloody lips. "Please, Hero, take it back."

As if their own stolen power was mocking them, Villain heard the hero's voice both inside their own head and from their mouth as they spoke:

"I only ever became a hero in the hopes that someone would take it from me, that someone would want to know things." The hero's smile had the nerve to be pitying. "All the secrets in the world are yours now." They left off the, "And you're theirs."

And then they turned and left.

[lire-casander]

#32 adopting some of their manners

adopting some of their manners original prompt list here

It's said that, the more time a person spends with their significant other, the more alike they become. Nancy hasn't really thought much of it — she's always believed that anyone close to her could have that kind of impact on her. She uses some of Tim's Maryland sayings all the time, and she's even learned to French braid her hair from Tommy. It's not something she deems important or noticeable; it's just something that ends up happening when you spend the best part of your days working closely with other people.

However, she's always thought that Carlos and TK were playing in a completely different league with the way they blended in with each other.

So, when Mateo points out that TK’s showing off more and more Carlos’ mannerisms by the day, using Spanish words in a butchered accent, Nancy can't help but remember that day at the hospital, in the waiting room, while they prayed for a miracle that perhaps wouldn't happen.

She remembers Carlos using one particular word — schmuck — that had surprised her big time since she'd never heard of it before she got to know TK. She's not particularly proud of their rocky beginnings when TK stepped in to fill Tim's boots. But she's grown to love him the way he is, with his antics and his jokes and his Jewish words that she sometimes wonders if he's made up. And Carlos had used it. He'd accused himself of being a schmuck; and while she hadn't known if the word was meant to be used like that, she'd been sure of one thing.

Carlos hadn't been an idiot for letting TK go after that big fight they'd had — that fight she'd never learned rhyme or reason to. She'd always known they'd end up together. It was crystal clear.

It was written in the stars.

She's never envied them, not even a bit. But there's one thing Nancy wishes she'd had, one day.

She'd love to reach such a level of intimacy with someone else, the way TK and Carlos have, so there's no way of telling where she ends and where the other person begins.

One day, she tells herself as she watches Mateo fix them some appetizers before a game at the loft. Soon enough.

[whumpers-monthly]

Issue no 32:

Kneeling

Isn't a kneeling whumpee nice to look at? Were they forced to their knees? Or did they collapse from exhaustion? Was it an act of surrender? Anything goes as long as their on their knees.

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

[dcscavengerhunt]

Find a hero skateboarding.

See pinned for details.

[jon-withnoh]

“I never would have thought—” Beatrice pushed her way through the ornate curtains, into those spacious rooms in the West Wing. Mrs Danvers was standing by the open window. “For weeks I don’t see you, no word, no messages and now — that poor girl. Danny, how could you?” Beatrice strode towards her, angry enough to shake her. Then she saw that Mrs Danvers’ shoulders were hunched, her hands shaking. When she turned to face Beatrice her eyes were red. Beatrice took her in, the defiant jut of her chin, months of exhaustion edged deep into her face. “Oh, come here.”

— Prompt 22: reunion hug

[f1prompts]

Charles/Max

time loop au! where Charles crashes Max and Max dies but Charles wakes up to same day everyday. He struggles to find a way to get out of this, whatever he does it ends up with Max dying even when he doesn't drive the car. but what he actually wants to stop is the way he has to see Max's motionless body taken out of the car repeatedly. That is until he has a heartfelt conversation with Max (I don't want limit the imagination but it's about their love life lol and if they kiss Charles cries) After the talk Charles gets in the car, drives his car to the wall so maybe Max would live but Max still crashes because of the debris. He stays in the car, expects the deafening sounds of a helicopter but somebody taps his helmet and asks "Charles. Charles are you okay?" When he looks up it's Max. He looks horrible with the blood dripping from the side of his face but still alive.

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[thedailyvio]

Day 289 - Day 291

Prompts given:

Leopard seal teeth, cuttlefish eyes, pallid bat ears, fox legs, tentacle feet, "Proby spider things" (vinegaroon?), hammerhead shark head, carp theme, night vision power

WIP Below:

[scionshtola]

I. Where is your Warrior of Light from? What was their home like growing up and what set them out on their journey? (source)

Corisande grew up in a secluded village in the Golmore Jungle, where their mother fled with them after Garlean forces invaded Valnain. The village did not typically allow outsiders in but made an exception for them after a Wood-warder vouched for them--he'd been good friends with their father, who'd been killed by Imperials before he could flee.

They lived in a small house on the outskirts of the village, and were largely treated as strange outsiders by most (but not all!). Despite the unkind treatment Corisande received, they enjoyed growing up in a forest, surrounded by nature. Though it was a rather lonely childhood, she occupied herself with roaming the forest, gathering herbs and flowers, and teaching herself as much as she could about arcanum and summoning as well as the world outside her village, which she desperately longed to see. She was often found in the company of the pink chocobo she had rescued and the Carbuncle she'd taught herself to summon.

Despite how Corisande longed to see the world, they were reluctant to leave their mother behind knowing they would not be allowed to come back. But their mother knew Corisande could not be truly happy if they were not allowed to travel, and she asked them to leave, to see the world and pursue their studies. It took quite a bit of convincing, but eventually they left their village behind and set off for the Arcanist's Guild.

[lilac-hecox]

Hi! Can I have some Ianthony with 32 please? Thank you!

"I love the idea of growing old with you." -Ian/Anthony

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“I love the idea of growing old with you,” Anthony says, his voice full of fondness as he cups Ian’s face.

The two of them are lying in Ian’s bed. It’s a quiet Sunday morning, nowhere for them to be, nothing to do except lay here together in the stillness and warmth that comes with sharing company with one another.

“Aren’t we already doing that?” Ian asks.

Anthony laughs, “Shut up,” Anthony says, “I mean, in a forever kind of way, a decrepit kind of way.”

“Like we’ll be eating applesauce with no teeth and can’t even remember our own names kind of decrepit?”

“Exactly,” Anthony says, and he shifts closer to Ian, his bare knees brushing Ian’s.

“So appealing,” Ian says, but he can’t deny the way his heart speeds up at the proposal. It isn’t anything he hasn’t heard once or twice before. Anthony has said more than a few times since they reunited, and especially since they started dating, that he would be happy to spend the rest of his life at Ian’s side, not willing to be parted from him again.

“I won’t be able to remember my own name, but I bet I’ll still remember how much I love you,” Anthony whispers before he leans in and brushes his lips against Ian’s.

“You’re so sappy,” Ian teases, but his face is hot as Anthony winds an arm around his back and pulls him close so that Ian’s head is tucked under Anthony’s chin and Anthony can bury his face in Ian’s hair. “But same…”

Anthony laughs and Ian feels the rumble of it in Anthony’s chest more than he hears it. Then Anthony’s hand is skating down the expanse of Ian’s bare back and Ian lets a shiver pass through him. He’s never been good at letting himself be vulnerable and open but he’s trying with Anthony because much like Anthony, Ian’s experienced a life without him and he doesn’t want to go back to that, not ever.

Ian sets his chin on Anthony’s pec and tilts his head up to look into his eyes as Anthony cards tattooed fingers through his hair.

“You know that I-“Ian starts.

“I know,” Anthony says, taking Ian’s face again with both hands this time, cupping his cheeks, smoothing his thumbs across Ian’s cheekbones. “I don’t doubt it.”

Ian nods, but still, he wants Anthony to know.

He rests his head over Anthony’s heart and feels the steady and stable beat of it, the sound instantly comforting for the younger man.

“I love you,” Ian says, pressing a warm kiss to the tanned and tattooed skin of Anthony’s chest.

“I love you too,” Anthony replies, his hand finding Ian’s hair to card through it again.

And soon they’ll get out of bed, and they’ll make a breakfast that is both gluten free and vegan, they’ll probably watch some shitty reality show and snuggle on the couch in pajamas, but for now, this is good. This is perfect.

[sunnylighter]

Day 23: Celestial

This came out a prettier than I expected. I'm having fun using more glitter pens this year than previous ones.

[umprompted]

#32

“We were partners in crime. I trusted you. How could you?”

“The only thing I ever learned from you was how much I had to become a hero to fix your mistakes.”

[52drabbles]

Week 32

We're kicking off August with a trope prompt - Magical AU.

Happy Drabbling!

[schittscreekdrabbleblog]

This week's word is... glitter!

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

[choicesflashfics]

Week 32 Prompts:

“I may not have meant to fall in love with you, but that doesn’t mean that I regret it one bit.” 

“Sometimes memories can be the worst form of torture.”

“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?”

Where the Wild Things Are - @leelee10898 (The Royal Romance)

Smoke and Mirrors - We’re Ready For Anything (Ch. 7) - @tessa-liam (The Royal Romance; Liam x F!MC)

Serendipity (Part 2) - @deb-1106 @ @walkerismychoice (The Royal Romance/Open Heart; Drake x F!MC / Bryce Lahela x F!MC)

[daemadness]

MUSIC VIDEO TIMESTAMP ROULETTE - part 8: auch, vol 1/2