#prompt: all words used

[caramelcoffeeaddict]

A Boyfriend for Christmas [Klaine Fanfic]

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, OC Finchel Child [also includes extremely brief appearances by Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel, Carole Hudson-Hummel, & Finn Hudson] Chapters: 15/15 [Complete] Word Count: 9,221 Rating: Teen&Up Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Christmas Fluff Summary: When Kurt takes his 6-year-old nephew, Caleb, to see Santa, he's mortified when Caleb asks Santa to give his Uncle Kurt a new boyfriend for Christmas; Blaine - who is working as one of Santa's helpers - however, is eager to help Caleb get his Christmas wish. Author Notes: Written for the December Klaine Fanworks Challenge hosted by @klaineadvent. all 21 daily word prompts were used to complete this story. Original Post Date: December 2023

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[sakuravalelp]

Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

[wigglebox]

Supernatural September - Day 2 | Identity

[scealaiscoite]

bodyguard/protectee prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

⋆ “um, look- i know i’m only meant to be here for you in a professional capacity, but if you ever need anything i’m here for you.”

⋆ “come on, just admit it- i’m starting to grow on you, aren’t i?”

⋆ “since when does your job extend to giving me relationship advice?” “it doesn’t, but i wouldn’t be able to live with myself if i didn’t at least try to tell you how much more you deserve than that idiot.”

⋆ “don’t tell your coworkers, but you’re my favourite.”

⋆ “i know it’s like your job or whatever, but i- i’ve never had anyone protect me like that before. so, uh- thanks, i guess.”

⋆ “don’t worry. i’m not going to tell anyone that my big bad bodyguard like to be the little spoon.”

⋆ “i think if you let people see this side of you more often, you wouldn’t have any need for me.”

⋆ “we’re gonna be in this car for eight hours! you’re not gonna combust if you speak to me more than one word at a time.”

-ˏˋ. actions / scenarios ˊˎ-

⋆ while the protectee is in the process of overworking themselves, the bodyguard reluctantly steps in to make them take a break

⋆ after an event that shakes the protectee, the bodyguard silently takes their hand and doesn’t let go until they’re safe again

⋆ the bodyguard gets injured in the process of coming between the protectee and a physical threat and, in a panic, the protectee fusses over them as they gingerly tend to their wounds

⋆ after overhearing a personal argument that leaves the protectee upset, a very out-of-their-depth bodyguard tries their best to comfort them

⋆ whilst trying to cheer up a downtrodden protectee, the otherwise stoneyfaced bodyguard divulges the first pieces of personal information they’ve ever given to anyone on the job

⋆ during an overnight protection detail, the bodyguard finds themselves keeping company to an insomniac protectee

⋆ one finally building up the courage to ask the other out on a date once their professional relationship is over

[stars-obsession-pit]

Decimation

Some members of one of the GIW’s top-secret research facilities have made an earth-shattering discovery.

They’ve found a way to make half-ghosts.

The failure rate is high. For every subject they successfully convert, many more are left burnt-out corpses—or worse, as rabid undead that must be put down with force.

It didn’t matter. The test subjects were cheap, worthless. Their countless deaths were an acceptable sacrifice in the name of progress.

Their operative’ deaths when they begin the full plan… those will matter more. Their warped agents may be more dangerous than normal humans in combat, but legions of foot soldiers still have their place. It would be foolish to leave themself solely in the hands of ectoplasmic entities, even if they’re allies and still partially human. Recruiting and training enough replacements to recover the losses would take time.

But it will all be worth it.

Finally, they will have control of a strong enough army to bring their goals to fruition. Those inhuman wraiths will be eradicated, ensuring the safety of the real, living humans and opening up a whole new dimension of untapped resources.

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need? I need a scene, either alone or in a group, of like, a hero or someone talkin to someone. For example Superman and Batman talkin, everything normal right?

And then I need it to switch to the pov of an outsider and they just have the thickest accents in the world. Somehow speaking the same language and understanding each other while the civilian is just ????

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

Me, a fool: im gonna use Torbek for the “Used as bait” prompt :)

Episode 22: *Torbek makes/is the subject to a fucking “Master Baiter” joke*

Me:

Me: I am no longer using Torbek for this prompt

[inkspottie]

Now my friends, today, more specifically tonight is when I’ll be officially moving from California to Wisconsin so if I disappear and what not that is why.

Confluence will be on a little hiatus until I get my bearings together, it’ll be a long drive so maybe I’ll work on it while I am stuck in a car for three and then some days.

But! Fear not for I have some fun planned. I will be reblogging a word prompt list that you guys can send me and I’ll write little Drabbles/oneshots just so I don’t lose my mind.

So thank you all for the support and patience! We’ll get back to our schedule in no time.

[greenerteacups]

Hi! I am an ardent fan of your writing, and I hope to be as sorted and planned as you some day in my own writing journey.

My question is: you have a keen eye when it comes to planning character personality, dynamics, and such. I've also been wading through your ask replies, and your insights into how you write people and how you make them play off of each other is so wonderful to read. If it's not too personal a q, how did you learn how to write like this? Did you go to school for writing, does it come from years of observing people, do you have reading list recs for "how to write real people and real interactions"?

Thanks! This is a really flattering question. I'll try to answer it honestly, because I wish someone had been brutally honest about this with me when I was a young writer.

I didn't go to school for writing. I started doing it when I was about nine years old. It sucked very badly. I kept writing throughout high school, and it still mostly sucked, but some of it was occasionally interesting. ("Interesting" here does not mean "good," by the way.) I took a break in college, and then came back. I've been writing ever since. Sometimes, I feel good about it. A lot of the time, I don't!

I hate giving this advice, because I remember how it feels to get it, and it's the most uninspiring, boring-ass, dog shit advice you can get, but it's also the only advice that is 100% unequivocally true: you have to write, and specifically, you have to write things that suck.

I do not mean that you should make things that suck on purpose. I mean that you have to sit down and try your absolute hardest to make something good. You have to put in the hours, the elbow grease, the blood, sweat, and tears, and then you have to read it over and accept that it just totally sucks. There is no way around this, and you should be wary of people who tell you there is. There is no trick, no rule, no book you can buy or article you can read, that will make your writing not suck. The best someone else can do is tell you what good writing looks like, and chances are, you knew that anyway — after all, you love to read. You wouldn't be trying to do this if you didn't. And anyone who says they can teach you to write so good it doesn't suck at first is either lying to you, or they have forgotten how they learned to write in the first place.

So the trick is to sit there in the miserable doldrums of Suck, write a ton, and learn to like it. Because this is the phase of your path as an artist when you find what it is you love about writing, and it cannot be the chance to make "good writing." This will be the thing that bears you through and compels you to keep going when your writing is shit, i.e., the very thing that makes you a writer in the first place. So find that, and you've got a good start.

Some people know this, but assume that perseverance as a writer is about trying to get to the point where you don't suck anymore. This is not true, and it is an actively dangerous lie to tell young writers. You are not aiming to feel like your writing doesn't suck. You are aiming to write. You are aiming to have written. Everything else is dust and rust. And of course, you'll find things you like about your pieces, you'll find things you're proud of, you'll learn to love the things you've made. But that little itch of self-criticism, in the back of your brain — the one that cringes when you read a clunky line, or thinks of a better character beat right after it's far too late to change — that's never going away. That's the Writer part of you. Read Kafka, read Dickens, read Tolstoy, you will find diary entries where they lament how absolutely fucking atrocious their writing was, and how angry they are that they can't do better. A good writer hates their sentences because they can always imagine better ones. And the ability to imagine a better sentence is what's going to make you pick up the pen again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.

Which is what I mean, and probably what all those other annoying, preachy advice-givers mean, when we say: a good writer is just someone who writes every day. It's that easy, and that hard.

[wellfine]

Can I take a wild swing at your Childhood friends AU?

I've had a few people reach out and ask if they can write stuff about that AU (or just straight up say they're going to take it without asking, haha..) so I'm gonna answer this one publicly as a blanket answer that's basically "yes"!

I don't own the concept of a childhood friends AU and I'm sure I'm not the first person to think about Usopp & Sanji meeting when they were young, so already I don't feel right telling people they can't take inspo from my AU. And also, I'd love to read more people's takes and interpretations on this AU and sanuso in general!

Sometimes I can be precious about my concepts in case I'd like to work them into my own comics/stories but I think this one is fair game! If you take direct inspiration from my work in your fic then I would appreciate credit/a link back, but like I said, I can't really claim ownership over such a broad concept.

Let me know if you publish it though so I can read it!

[windydrawallday]

EVERYTHING COUNTS

There's no heavy plan or pretense on these that just-- Me wanting to try my hand on this pairing because I NEED TO POUR SUGAR ON EVERYTHING I LIKE, OKAY! (and make more SFW artworks of quality because I guess they give that irresistible vibe of being-- welp I better shut up it's not like I don't do that COFF). What I was saying? AH.

And I love a lot the idea of Swindle… swindling his way with Lockdown. I think he would be of the few mechs that can make him truly flustered, if their relationship were a physical contract for sure it would be constantly edited to suit their desires over and over and--. It's a fun dynamic of "this is strictly business, no strings attached" but the string is there… invisible like those fishing lines that you forget they are there until you trip with it and fall on your nose x'D.

Next one I'll post tomorrow, I'm doing it this way too to give myself more time to gather my energies: I've been on an emotional storm and I found my loyal "coping umbrella" has some holes… I'm probably overthinking… I want to take a looong walk after… the rain stops, it's been like that for a whole week!.

[moregraceful]

people in my faith group: damn we didn't know you are so creative and enjoy art and creative writing so much but that's really cool that you want to help our members process through art

me: me and some friends have a creative group that meets pretty regularly to exchange prompts and encourage each other to create things 😊 it's a good way to keep your heart beating and keep yourself feeling alive

and that art group that meets regularly? @timebegins-onopeningday

[red-tea-lover]

Я все ещё пишу гребаный фанфик по дарквуду и хочу указать что скорее всего Джон Дарквуд бы СМОГ ДОЖИТЬ в теории ,если бы не "злоебучий лес инцидент" до появления Микуши и возможно даже понять прикол вокалоидов ,типа да я рандомно вкину знакомство деда лет 60(возможно 58?) с творчеством и Микушей )

I'm still writing a fucking Darkwood fanfic, and I want to point out that most likely the protagonist aka John Darkwood COULD HAVE LIVED TO SEE HATSUNE MIKU'S APPEARANCE if it weren't for the "evil fucking forest incident" like he would have been 60 years old (maybe 58?) at the time of her appearance and I think he would have been quite capable of understanding why people like vocaloids.

[ ниже будет большое пояснение как это возможно ,да это гига тупо но меня никто все равно не остановит // below there will be a big explanation of how this is possible, yes it is super stupid but no one will stop me anyway ]

Типа я настоящий нерд по старым технологиям и истории появления интернета и компьютеров в восточной Европе и думаю что ну , наш протагонист МОГ видеть и мог столкнуться со старыми компьютерами конца 70ых начала 80ых ,они были в разных НИИ(научно исследовательский институт) и скорее всего были бы использованы для расчёта всякой информации что была добыта в лесу. Типа напомню что скорее всего наш протагонист не абы кто,а человек связанный с армией и т.п, и даже если он сам не пользовался старыми эвм то явно знал тех кто мог с ними работать . Так что я думаю , в теории с крайне мелким шансом (и парой сюжетных ��опущений и информацией о том что в Польше интернет появился уже в 90ых как раз для сфер где работали всякие учёные и т.п) Джон Дарквуд мог случано в интернете пересечься с таким феноменом как Микуша

Like, I'm a real nerd on old technologies and the history of the emergence of the Internet and computers in Eastern Europe and I think that, well, our protagonist COULD have seen and could have encountered old computers from the late 70s and early 80s, they were in different research institutes and most likely would have been used to calculate all sorts of information that was mined in the forest. Like, let me remind you that most likely our protagonist is not just anyone, but a person connected with the army, etc, and even if he himself did not use old computers, he clearly knew those who could work with them. So I think, in theory, with an extremely small chance (and a couple of plot assumptions and information that the Internet appeared in Poland already in the 90s precisely for areas where all sorts of scientists worked, etc.) John Darkwood could accidentally cross paths on the Internet with such a phenomenon as Hatsune Miku

НИКТО МЕНЯ НЕ УБЕДИТ В ТОМ ЧТО ОН НЕ БЫЛ БЫ ТЕМ САМЫМ ЧЕЛОВЕКОМ ЧТО ШЛЕТ ВСРАТЫЕ ОТКРЫТКИ С БЛЕСТКАМИ И КОТЯТАМИ, ЕСЛИ БЫ У НЕГО БЫЛ ДОСТУП К ИНТЕРНЕТУ ЭТО БЫЛО БЫ САМОЕ УЖАСНОЕ И СМЕШНОЕ СОБЫТИЕ )))

на деле мне просто нравится использовать свой опыт из детства где мои бабушка и дедушка хорошо пользовались компьютером ещё в 2007 году когда им было как раз примерно 60+- лет ,и то что на самом деле ранний интернет это достаточно интересный концепт в историях где события на рубеже двух веков происходят. Кароче фанфик по идее "а что если чел выжил ???" превратился в самый огромный поиск информации и т.п что когда либо был. Типа вау первая глава уже занимает 25 тысяч слов а глав ещё 9...

NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME THAT HE WOULD NOT BE THE VERY PERSON WHO SENDS CARDS WITH GLITTER AND KITTENS, IF HE HAD ACCESS TO THE INTERNET THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST TERRIBLE AND FUNNY EVENT )))

in fact, I just like to use my experience from childhood, where my grandparents used a computer well back in 2007, when they were just about 60+ years old, and the fact that in fact the early Internet is a pretty interesting concept in stories where events take place at the turn of two centuries. In short, a fanfic based on the idea of "what if the guy survived???" turned into the largest search for information, etc. that has ever been. Like wow, the first chapter already takes up 25 thousand words and there are still 9 chapters left until the end...

[zentriii]

written for the march foxglove editorial, inspired by this drawing by @noenoaholi and beta'd by @fish-with-more-eyes/mac

There aren't a lot of things Atsumu likes to ignore, but Kiyoomi’s abysmal cooking skills are certainly one of them. Not a single person with working tastebuds or a functional sense of self-preservation would trust Kiyoomi in the kitchen. For the sake of his sanity, Atsumu likes to pretend Kiyoomi wasn’t ordering takeout on the regular before they moved in together.

Although if there’s one thing Kiyoomi can be trusted with, it’s baking desserts and using a blender. Atsumu has no idea why those two out of everything, but Kiyoomi’s cookies are to die for and his chocolate milkshakes are delicious. He’d brag about this if Kiyoomi didn’t have the shitty tendency to mix it up and make healthy drinks too.

They’re pungent, vile and disgusting.

They’re not even easy to make, what with a million and a half ingredients and three thousand steps. Atsumu wants to puke whenever he thinks of how much energy Kiyoomi puts into waking up early and making it for him. Sometimes there’s a lump in his throat choking him up if he thinks about it too long. He shoves the feeling down ruthlessly every time without fail: he doesn’t want to think about it.

Most days Kiyoomi can’t even be assed to get out of bed until the absolute latest he can get away with. And whenever he can, he traps Atsumu there too with his stupid long legs and stupid warm cuddles.

He’s up early this morning.

Kiyoomi’s side of their bed is empty; Atsumu finds him diligently chopping carrots in their kitchen.

“Omi-kun,” Atsumu whines, wrapping his arms around his sadist of a boyfriend and doing his best to resemble a kicked puppy, abandoned outside in the cold rain. “C’mon ya made this yesterday. Do ya gotta make it so often?”

“Drink it.” Unfortunately his boyfriend’s the most stubborn person Atsumu’s ever met. He’s ruthless and heartless. Kiyoomi shoves the glass of green yuck into his hands. “All of it.”

Atsumu sniffs haughtily and graciously pinches his nose; he chugs it all down in one. It’s bitter and foul and Atsumu wouldn’t do this for anyone else in the world.

He pauses.

His mouth is filled with the most disgusting drink while the pieces click into place: he loves Kiyoomi. It’s so on brand for them, he can’t help but laugh a little. Atsumu tunes Kiyoomi’s complaints about what he finds so funny out, and gives him a little kiss over his moles.

He starts planning out the most dramatic way possible to break it to Kiyoomi in his mind. He’s a little nervous, but the urge to make Kiyoomi regret the day he ever thought dating Atsumu would be a good idea wins out. His itch for mischief drowns any fleeting feelings of apprehension easily.

Atsumu’s grateful he can still taste that nasty green drink for the first time. It makes keeping the smile threatening to break out over his face at bay. Kiyoomi calls it his plotting face. Atsumu’s more inclined to call it his moment-of-genius face. His fun face. He’d go so far as to say it’s his handsome face, but that’s just his everyday.

Kiyoomi’s never going to see his confession coming.

[adozentothedawn]

"abandoned in the wilderness and out of action for centuries" off the Elytis prompt list?

prompts here

Abandoned in the wilderness and out of action for centuries

It remembers when It first became what It is now, though it doesn't quite remember what It was before. That is alright. Whatever It was, It knows It still is. Back then there was always buzzing around, little fragments skidding from one place to another, busy busy busy. It is never busy. Even then, when It became new again, it was old and slow. The buzzing amused It as It felt itself grow and take shape. Now the world feels empty, the buzzing quiet and muted. Not vanished entirely, there is still some flitting, some wiggling, some gnawing, but much less then there was before. Where Its senses were full of movement and presence before, there is now only slow flow, the kind the buzzing whirring humming drowned out before. It is quiet. Calm. That feels familiar, from Before It supposes. Familiar, yes, but pleasent. But that is alright. It will wait, It will endure the silence of where the buzzing left It. It knows the buzzing will return. It knows that the special Thrum will return. It doesn't remember the special Thrum like it remembers becoming new, but it knows regardless, the special Thrum always returns. It leaves and returns and leaves and returns, for as long as back It cannot remember. The special Thrum will return, and with it the buzzing It will not be empty anymore, with only the gnawing and flow to keep It company.

And so Caed Nua stands next to the river caressing Its foundation and waits.

[salovie]

When the sun has kissed every single smile you grow,

When the rain has wept away oceans of woe,

When the grass becomes field becomes meadow becomes forest,

When the birds have memorized your sweet laughter’s chorus,

When the wind’s whispered my love from all its directions,

When I run out of ways to share my affections:

through frost and flame, to mountains and shores,

Still you are mine, Still I am yours.