#prompt list 10

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS

requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard

Feel free to use and reblog!

having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")

masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone

appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside

their growing passivity makes them fade into the background

the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)

they don't accept invitations anymore

they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing

they show no emotional reaction in a fight

everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell

they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less

for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS

note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3

[trashcantasch]

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[oz-qwin]

Mariner May: Day 10 - Wanted

Context: everyone -excluding Tails- doesn't know what Sonic really is.

Also, I told yall I would show you what was hiding in Sonic's hair back on day 3

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ For the Wicked and Weird (Part 3)

prompts based on quotes that never fail to make me laugh from my D&D sessions

“You can speak to plants?” “Yeah!” “Plants can’t talk.” “Fuck you, yeah they can!”

“God looked at me, thus I have to pay.”

“Character B, what did you just steal?” “A velociraptor!”

“Do I get a third dad now?”

“About what percentage of the population is puntable?”

“I don’t make the plans. I just steal stuff.”

“You’ve got a bright future.” “I’ve got a bright present.”

“So how do you two know each other? Are you two f u c k i n g?”

“It’s like PEMDAS.” “I think I had a friend who prayed to them once.”

“Alright, bone ape tit. Let’s go.”

[steddie-island]

Day 12 of @steddieholidaydrabbles : Only one bed WC: 922 | Rating: M (language, some fade to black sex) | CW: Slight angst with a happy ending Read the full list of tags on ao3

Letting Joyce host Christmas hadn’t seemed like such a bad idea at first. After all, she had the most room, and a big chunk of the group would be there for Christmas anyway– Nancy and Jonathan, and Mike would be there for Will and El. Joyce hosting just made sense, and truthfully, it sounded like a good idea. 

That was before Eddie was actually there, though. One look and  suddenly this was a very, very bad idea. It was the worst idea that anyone had ever had in the history of ideas. 

Eddie, with his big hair and his bigger personality, with his rings and that smile that still turned Steve into a puddle. Fuck, Steve missed him, and it was so much worse actually seeing him again after so long.

He wanted to cry. Or puke. Maybe a mixture of the two things. 

As per usual, Robin saved him; one look and his soulmate  knew  just what he was feeling, knew she needed to get him right out of there. Joyce had a list of shit she needed done, anyway, and Steve was never happier than when he got to be useful. 

Robin directed him where to hang lights, where to move the cars, “No no dingus, Rudolph doesn’t go there, Joyce wants him here!”

By the time they got through all of it, Steve was just exhausted enough to eat and then fall into bed. 

Until the bed assignments were being passed out, and Joyce directed both him and Eddie to the guest room at the end of the hall. 

“Robin and the girls will be in the living room. The boys can use Will’s room, Jonathan and Nancy are using Jon’s old room. You and Eddie can have the guest room!” she’d said, like they were doing her a huge favor by sharing. 

Steve wanted to argue. He wanted to cry. He wanted to offer to sleep in the fucking car instead, or beg to switch with Robin, but Joyce just looked so hopeful– everything was going so well! How was he supposed to argue with her?

So he looked at Eddie, read the expression on his face, and nodded. “That’s perfect.” He could get a hotel room tomorrow or something, there was no need to argue tonight. 

It was off to bed after that– like everyone was suddenly just too tired to be awake for another second longer. 

So he and Eddie really had no choice but to say their goodnights, to head to the back room. He kept his back to Eddie as they both changed into their pajamas. 

“I can take the floor.” It was the first thing either of them had said to each other since the breakup. Steve ached, just hearing Eddie’s voice and knowing those words were meant for him. “Don’t be stupid, we both know you’ve got a bad back,” Steve said. “I can take the floor, Ed. It’s– just for a night.” Eddie looked like he was about to argue, or maybe to ask a question. His jaw worked as he turned the blankets down on one side of the bed. 

“We’ve slept together before,” he said instead. Those beautiful lips curled into a teasing smile. “We’ve done a lot more than that. I think we can share a bed for one night.” Steve thought about it– it was the mature thing, and he really didn’t want to sleep on the floor, not after all the work he’d put in that day. 

“Okay.” He nodded, returned Eddie’s small smile, and turned down his side of the bed, too. “Yeah. We can do that.” 

The lights were turned off, and they both climbed beneath the blankets. It was dark, quiet. Steve drifted off, despite the fact that Eddie was barely six inches away from him. 

He woke up to the warm weight of an arm around his waist, of warm breath against the back of his neck. 

He would’ve thought Eddie was sleeping, if not for the way those lips were pressing so tenderly against his skin. A warm hand was splayed over his stomach, just above his boxers. “I miss you.” Eddie whispered it into his neck, into his hair, and oh, there was no way he was asleep. Not unless he had a new habit of sleep talking, of sleep grinding– okay, maybe that wasn’t so new. Steve could feel him, hot and thick and hard against his ass. His breath caught in his throat, and then Eddie’s mouth was sucking down below his ear. 

“Fucking miss you, Stevie. Miss you so goddamn much.” Steve whimpered, nodded, tipped his head to give Eddie better access. He missed this, too. No one– no one– touched him the way Eddie did. 

And touch Eddie did. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Steve’s boxers. He stroked with slow, sure movements, and his hips worked against Steve’s ass with that same torturous rhythm. 

When they came it was together. Steve rolled, wrapped an arm around Eddie’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “I miss you, too,” he finally said. “I’m sorry.” Eddie nodded, kissed him again. Steve had expected a desperate reunion, if there was a reunion, but that wasn’t what he got. He got sweetness, and tenderness. He got Eddie whispering promises against his chest, his stomach, his thighs as they made up again, and again. 

And again.

When they were sated, while Eddie washed his hair, Steve thought that maybe Joyce hosting wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

[elfcollector]

can i be controversial? a lot of you have "i like this character and view them as a Good Person so its impossible for them to have any bad politics and therefore it's bad writing when my fav is written to have any prejudices at all, even prejudices it makes sense for them to have" disease and u must cure it

[promptsbytaurie]

holiday prompt list!!!

**please credit/tag me!!**

"You-you ate Santa's cookies."

"What do you mean 'ugly sweater contest'??"

"The tree, I, uh, it's... breathtaking."

"Dashing through the snow... I hate holidays..."

"Oh, don't shake the box, c'mon."

"There is nothing holly-jolly about murder."

"He's already broken three ornaments!"

"We were supposed to buy gifts???"

"Why is it that the moment someone asks me what I want for Christmas I forget every single thing I've ever wanted in my life?"

"Mom likes sweaters, right?"

[viccaon]

It's time for Ecaflitober!!

Am I already day too late? Indeed. Am I still gonna do it? YES.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Wolf

The wolf remaiend frozen as if it had been hit by an ice keese, and Rusl couldn't help doubling over in laughter.

Uli huffed, motioning with her hand. "Oh, come here, love, it's all right!"

But despite the words of encouragement, there the wolf remained, towel wrapped around his head, making him look less like a fearsome beast and more like a flower with pleading, sad puppy eyes.

[akutasoda]

OoOo, do you think you could do prompt 10 - homely beginnings (first moving in together) with Jouno ^^??

homely begginings

prompt - first moving in together

includes - jouno

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 323

i have stated this before in another prompt but he would take things slow. fearing that rushing into it would cause the relationship harm considering his line of work. however moving in for the first time would probably not be too long after your first kiss. if you're comfortable with it of course.

the idea had been weighing upon both of your minds ever since you two have shared a first kiss. you understood his need to tale it slow but ot seemed like he was more willing to go a bit faster within your comfortability, but you would still wait until he asked you about it to make sure it was the eight time.

the question had came out of the blue. he hadn't wanted to dawdle on it any longer and if he was being perfectly honest, he couldn't wait that is if you agreed. he was around your residence and as you walked into the room he was in he asked it to you. if you remember correctly it was something along the lines of 'would you like this to become a constant? sharing a home?'.

when you do agree, he would be absolutely estatic. he had also proposed that he would prefer it if you were to join him at his residence. that way he felt safer. if you would prefer not to he would respect that, but ideally would prefer for you to live at his residence.

the moving in was quite quick, you both were too eager to begin this new step in your relationship. and it went very smooth. of course eventually you two would have some natural disagreements with sharing a home but they were quickly overcome. it worked even better than imagined.

it truly was a massive step in your relationship but neither of you shared any doubts about this being a wrong decision and it for sure only made your bond stronger.

[drlloyd-light]

Furtober day 10 : Pride

Today I did my Fursona with the Pride Flags wich I identify myself the most.

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ FIGHTING OVER SILLY STUFF ~ OTP PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous

Feel free to use and reblog!

A: "I wanted this cookie!" B: "But there is another one." A: "That's not the one I want."

A: "Stop looking at me so weird!" B: "That's just how I look!"

A: "That's nonsense! I didn't hug you less than usual!" B: "Yes, you did! Don't try to trick me! I know exactly how long you're hugging me usually and this hug wasn't the same. So I don't approve of it as a real hug. Again!"

A: "Get me the remote, please." B: "Why don't you get it?" A: "I asked you a favour!"

A: "But I have to go to the bathroom!" B: *clinging tightly to them* "Not! Yet!"

A: "But it's my turn!" B: "No, it was your turn last time!" A: "That's not true! I remember it clearly!"

A: "Why should I apologise? I didn't do anything wrong!" B: "Huh, it's UNBELIEVABLE!"

A: "Stop vacuuming so loud! I'm trying to work on something!" B: "At least I am vacuuming. You would never lower yourself to do that!"

A: "One more kiss! Please!" B: "Darling, I have to go now!" A: "Please!" B: *gives them a quick peck* A: "Oh, that was too short. It doesn't count. One more." B: "I have to GO!"

A: "You went without me?!" B: "It was just the kitchen." A: "You got something to eat without me?" B: "There is still something left." A: "One second, I go to the bathroom and you immediately break my trust!"

[danikatze]

[ID in alt text]

I made a more or less random Inktober prompt list for myself, because I wanted to start preparing early. Feel free to use it if you like it!

[lollystocks]

Intro to Sigils (Undead Abjuration 101)

Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 10: Occultism

Summary: The student population of Danny's new college are very, very into the occult, putting Danny's studies (and blood pressure) in jeopardy. Good thing he knows exactly how to jeopardise their efforts.

Or: how Danny finally gains some overdue respect.

Words: 1,121

CW: blood (ritualistic), occultism, off-screen violence

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People are dumbasses. Dead or alive.

This philosophy of Danny’s is reinforced tenfold when he starts college. “Fuck Around and Find Out” is a fine way to live when the consequences of said Finding Out are mild - grievous injury or arrest, for instance.

But with his typical luck, his fellow students at university (go bobcats) have decided that they’re going to lightly Fuck Around with the occult, and it’s up to Danny to stop them from Finding Out.

Ordinarily, students messing around with summoning circles and ouija boards is nothing to worry about on two accounts: (1) most occultism you find online is total bullcrap and you’d be lucky to summon a grumpy blob-ghost and (2), being more than a stone’s throw from a dimensional Veil or Tear means your word-perfect ritual ain’t gonna do shit.

Danny himself is not exempt from the “people are dumbasses” rule, because Danny had not done adequate research during college applications, and had failed to realize that Athens, Ohio, was sat on top of one of the thinnest stretches of dimensional membrane outside of his parents’ basement.

A good stretch of his freshman year is spent trying to subtly dissuade others in his hall from having anything to do with the new trend, so harmless elsewhere in the country. When that fails (“Danny my guy it’s a bit of drunk fun, ghosts don’t exist” God he missed Amity), it becomes straight sabotage. Swapping the thyme out for sage; salting some of the badger-blood (where had that even come from?); smudging some carefully-drawn chalk.

On the rare occasions where such intervention is necessary (see above: most online occultism is bullshit), Danny honestly needn’t bother. No one has the time for three days of silent prayer, or has the inclination to acquire a tooth from every participant, and as a general rule the easier the ritual, the weaker the ghostie. The main risk is that something small is conjured, or something a bit more powerful is able to project their voice or image into this plane and no more. Honestly, not particularly dangerous in itself.

But if one ritual works, and gets recorded, and posted to TikTok or something, all hell would break loose and everyone would get in on it and something nasty would be summoned and everyone would die.

So Danny has to keep a very. tight. lid. on every bit of occultism on campus.

It’s not going so well, and at one point Danny is spending his nights invisible and patrolling the whole campus (the whole goddamn town) for ritual behavior, much the same way he patrolled for malevolent spirits at night as a kid. It’s exhausting.

At one point, the worst comes to pass, and it’s somehow a blessing. He manages to miss something, and a Being is conjured. Someone gets hurt, badly, but they’ll recover, and most importantly - everyone believes now. Which is just as well, because the thin Veil is now a Tear, and Danny’s (lovely, peaceful, escapist) college is now overrun with spirits.The more things change, etc.

Now, Danny has never painted himself as a cynic, rather as a true believer who insisted that no one with sense should be touching these things. The few other true believers listened to him because of the deeply haunted look in his eyes that said “trust me, I know”, and others would have listened if it weren’t for the fact that ghosts don’t exist so that look in his eyes meant nothing, right?

So after The Incident, students are rushing to Danny. No one wants to Fuck Around anymore, what they want now is protection.

Danny becomes a mobile consultation service on How Not To Get Got by spirits. He has info that doesn’t appear anywhere else, be it on the internet or in dusty tomes, but everyone believes him.

“Basic chalk sigils for your dorm door - unless it’s east-facing or on a fourth floor, then use this one instead. Oh and you’ll want this extra symbol if/when you’re on your period, don’t ask why.”

“Salt doesn’t do shit to protect you other than change the function of other charms, it actually attracts poltergeists…”

“If you’re gonna get that tattooed, for the love of god get it on the left side of your back, I’m not dealing with the consequences of you messing that up.”

“Look the Latin itself is fine but it’s not actually the most powerful language for temporary wardings like these, better to go for something like Welsh or Cornish, or Yucatec, even Esperanto…”

“I absolutely refuse to “sign off” on your bullshit blood sigils Phil, you losing your dorm deposit is gonna have nothing to do with me and I want that on the record.”

And it works. No one (openly) questions where this knowledge, this expertise is coming from, because Danny is a gift horse and no one wants to inspect that mouth, thanks. He doesn’t charge for his services, but he sets up a little fund online and is able to fuel his coffee addiction with it. He never has to pay for booze, and people will slip him test answers before he can even ask. He’s practically swimming in upperclassmen’s used textbooks, left anonymously at his door.

Knowledge spreads fast (he wonders how much better he could have protected Amity had he had this level of respect then; or maybe it was his parents who ensured that could never happen, turning the town away from these methods and trying to fit a science-based solution into a magic-shaped hole) and eventually, Danny stops being the only point of knowledge.

By the time sophomore year rolls around, there’s a rhythm to it. Someone sets up a whatsapp group. Dorms are left with the previous inhabitants’ sigils intact ready for the new tenants (and the cleaners never report them to management). Freshman orientation includes informal lectures from upperclassmen on how to protect yourself and others from the undead.

By Danny’s junior year, there’s a (locked, invite-only) wiki full of protective rituals, rites, spells and symbols. Freshmen already know what’s coming, if they do their research. Graduating seniors auction off their amulets.

Things have settled pretty nicely by senior year. Danny’s on top of his studies, as well-rested as any other student (ie not at all) and he rarely has to go ghost. He needn’t have worried about spreading occult knowledge to the student population after all; they’d shown they can be trusted.

(And Danny almost gets away with it. But three months before graduation, he is violently and painfully jerked into a sideways pocket-dimension by what he recognises as an utterly perfect Summoning. Because Danny is also a dumbass, as he is about to Find Out.)

[deliciouskeys]

Why is it that when I let my mind wander for ideas about how to fill Kinktober prompts I end up with a horror premise every single time?

I feel like this is some kind of Rorschach test, and I’m failing 😅

[ghozteevee]

Am I original? No. Is it still funny to me? Yes. But yeah I heard a news story about that one chip challenge and when the prompt was spicy I knew I had to do it.