#prompt: home for the holidays

[satharionsunday]

Thank you all for your patience! The prompt for our next three Sundays is “Home for the Holidays”.

From Fall Harvest dinners with friends and family, to Winter Solstice Celebrations, to New Year’s Eve Kisses, the holidays are a time for festive fun, time spent with loved ones and gift giving. What might this holiday season look like for Sathia and Tharion?

Submissions welcome on the second Sundays of each month (Nov. 10, Dec. 8, Jan. 12)! 🦦🎁✨

[lurukifennecfox]

Gotham was welcoming of Amity Parkers.

not as loving as with her own but she was way more patient with the people of her friend that any other outsiders.

so the people of Amity those Liminal and aware of her tried to pay her kindness back, to a reasonable degree of course but they could help and she let them stay so they did.

Paulina took it upon herself to make a nice place in the fashion district, she sold some charms to help with the curses as much as she could.

Sam being Sam opened a surprisingly Ivy Approved community garden and was very hard to convince not to join the Eco-terrorist but they managed to, thankfully.

the Fentons designed filters to help the 'Parkers but it was good for the city too if too little to do much.

Val hadn't moved here (yet) but she visited often enough and each visit volunteered somewhere.

Gotham grown to adore them almost as their own, she even hid them from the bats for a while to let them settle (and maybe help her more before her Knight inevitably got paranoid)

Gotham laughed when her King stumbled into her Red Knight, you could hear it in subtle ways the sounds of the night flowed just a little too much like a giggle.

Hood did deserve more good things she's proud of herself!

[urbingirl]

November Gratitude Journaling Prompts

[tricks-tickles]

self care is rereading my fics and spotting a mistake nine months later and tracking it down to edit it

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Aged Care Employee Day & Particularly Preposterous Packaging Day

Person A works for the post office and decides to send packages to the nursing home patients with various things whenever Person A spots something they think the various nursing home people may enjoy. But they always make sure to package them as weirdly as possible, for the nursing home patients to have fun guessing and opening them. Person B is the front desk person at the nursing home and so the one who receives the packages from Person A and takes note who they’re for and gets them to the patients. One day, Person A brings a package for Person B.

[rebelichor]

HEADCANONS : click the link to get some random headcanons for your muse.

If Ariadne was presented with an intergalactic portal, she would enter it without question.

Ariadne is very good at walking in platform heels. Nope.

Ariadne gets ready for Christmas way too early.

Ariadne wakes up on November 1st and starts decorating for Christmas.

Ariadne needs a nightlight to sleep. She likes fairy lights for the aesthetics, but she doesn't need a nightlight.

Ariadne forgets to eat sometimes.

Ariadne is an ugly crier.

Ariadne does not know what sleep is. She is an eepy girl who survives on naps.

Ariadne bites their nails. Mega nope.

Ariadne likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them. Her family play board games on the regular. Many wars have been waged.

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[DB AU Tony] how much of Pyrite!Peter’s life did you observe before deciding he was the one? What moment made you decide that he was the right choice?

Just enough. I didn't need much to know he was perfect. Intelligent, sweet, and still at that age where he needs a reliable father in his life-- Howard and that other version of me weren't cutting it. Watching them with him, I knew I could change his life for the better, and he would change mine too. I love being right.

[serickswrites]

Home Alone

Warnings: referenced gun shot, referenced wounds, referenced blood, referenced hospital, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker smiled as they wrapped Whumpee in a blanket on the couch, mug of hot cocoa sitting on the coffee table, the fire crackling in the fire place. Everything was finally right. 

When Whumper had taken aim and fired at Caretaker, Caretaker had, with one hundred percent certainty, thought that it was the end for them. That the bullet would rip through them and kill them. But no pain came. No burn followed by hot blood followed by nothingness. 

Instead, something heavy collided with them and they fell back, the heaviness further settling on them. It was only when they realized that Whumpee had jumped on top of them that they knew it was serious. 

Because Whumpee hadn’t moved. Hadn’t stirred or groaned with pain. They just lay on top of Caretaker, blood soaking into Caretaker’s sweater. Caretaker had frantically patted Whumpee’s cheek trying to rouse them. Pressed down on the chest wound trying to keep Whumpee’s blood inside them. Begged the universe to watch over and protect Whumpee. To spare Whumpee. 

And the universe listened. Whumpee had lived. They’d spent a few weeks in the hospital recovering. But they had lived. And would live. 

Caretaker settled themself on the couch next to Whumpee, grateful to have another day with Whumpee. Grateful that the universe had heard their prayers. It was a holiday miracle indeed. 

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 358

Adjective: Screeching

Noun: Pollution

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Screeching: (of a person or animal) giving a loud, harsh, piercing cry; making a loud, harsh, squealing noise; moving rapidly with a loud, harsh, squealing noise; a sudden sense

Pollution: the presence in or introduction into the environment of a substance or thing that has harmful or poisonous effects

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

my brain has settled into this calm time of the year and suddenly i'm experiencing things more vibrantly, but also reliving memories like they're happening all over again. feeling very close to the things that mattered a lot to me this year, like they're a weighted blanket keeping me warm and soothed

[prettymuchteddy]

Story Idea: Home Alone Au but it's kid Aemond and Luke. Tell me it wouldn't be fun to watch these two defend their house from burglars on Christmas. Like I’m sorry? Aemond “evil cackling” Targaryen and Lucerys “cute with stabbing tendencies” Velaryon. Golden duo for this concept.

I can’t write this at the moment, but I’m really stuck on holiday fics right now and want to see some.

[alondradina]

Done for the 30+ Discord's December event prompts! Required to be under 500 words. I chose bringing home a fake SO for the holidays as my prompt.

Title: To You and Your Kin

Pairing: Zevran/Lavellan, past Solas/Lavellan

Rating: G

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43576566

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"So… This boyfriend I am replacing-" Zevran began, leaning against the passenger side window to coyly watch his companion as she drove.

"That you are impersonating, yes," Ellana answered without looking away from the road. Her short brown hair was held out of her face by a worn blue bandana, revealing red rimmed, shadowed green eyes. The tear tracks had only been partially washed away.

The Antivan smiled charmingly at her. He would pay this ex-boyfriend a personal visit after the holidays. "That I am impersonating. You dated for three years, and he never met your family?"

"No."

"They did not find this… odd?"

Ellana paused before tentatively answering, "No?"

"I see."

"You really don't, but it's fine."

"I will go over this one last time. I am Solas, a career focused elf who has been far, far too busy to meet his potential in-laws-"

"Don't say it like that. He's a good guy-" Ellana protested, finally turning from the road to shoot him a quick, pleading look.

"A good guy who only likes his girlfriend when she is convenient… and when she conceals her Dalish origins."

"The vallaslin isn't required now. I don't have to proclaim it to the world."

"Of course, my apologies. But now your family wishes to meet him, and so you were forced to reveal said origins. And he dumped you."

"Zev, stop. I get it, ok. I just- I can't deal with this right now."

"Oh, mi amor, of course I will aid you. I will be the best of boyfriends. Your family will weep when you tell them you've ended our relationship. You will do the breaking up, of course, because I am far too besotted to do it myself."

"Of course," she muttered, refusing to look at him again, "I love being the villain."

He patted her shoulder soothingly, pausing to rub some of the stiffness from her muscles. "You can always beg for my forgiveness, which I will magnanimously grant you-"

"Zev. Stop. I can't-"

The tears in her eyes put an immediate end to his teasing. "Ah, corazón, you are not ready to make light of this. I will stop."

"Thank you," she whispered, blindly reaching for his hand. He linked their fingers together, and lay their hands on her lap.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, and so he let it wax for a time. Eventually Ellana sighed and squeezed his hand.

"Thanks, Zev. I really appreciate this. I'm sure you had better things to do, but-"

"Not at all," he interrupted, lifting their hands to kiss the back of hers before returning them to their resting place. "What could be better than spending the weekend with a beautiful companion while her family dotes on me?"

She giggled. "I suppose that doesn't sound so bad."

"Not so bad, indeed," Zevran smiled, rubbing his thumb along the side of her hand.

[booklover223]

Bloody fucking hell. It was just his luck that he ran into a dead kid and was bestowed the misfortune to inform said dead kid that he was, in fact, dead. The universe hated him. John thought sourly as he tried to think of a way to explain to the kid he was dead.

Most people (batsy and his colony) thought he was too crass to work with kids and while it was true sometimes depending on the kid he actually liked kids, held a soft spot for them especially if they were dinguses, like the one in front of him.

“Kid,” he started before he sighed and rubbed his chin. “I’m sorry to tell you this kid but, you’re dead. You’ve died. What year do you think it is?” He asked gently watching the ghost. The white haired kid blinked before tilting his head. “It’s April 1, 2004. I’m not dumb,” he rolled his eyes body slightly following the motion. “I know it’s April fools day trench coat man you won’t fool me! And I’ve never seen you around town before! STRANGER DANGER!” The kid shouted before running off. John sighed as he grabbed his phone to let the scary bat know the case became complicated and he would need a hotel booked so he can help this kid cross over. Unbeknownst to Constantine, Danny was having a laugh with Sam and Tucker about the sad trench coat man that he just pranked. He may have said the wrong year purposefully but it still was April 1.

Constantine coming across Danny for the first time: Kid, are you aware that you’re dead?

Danny, about to play the greatest prank: I’m what? D:

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Learn About Composting Day & National Senior Health and Fitness Day

Person A is an avid composter who accidentally becomes acquainted with a serial killer, Person B, since Person A likes to frequent nursing homes and sell the idea of human composting to the patrons and has gotten quite a few interested elderly individuals wanting to have their body turned to soil as a gift to the Earth or to freak out their loved ones with potted plants grown from their remains. Person A is happy to find another person who wants to hear about their morbid hobby, and starts to crush on Person B whose as morbid as them and lets them talk about their specific interest.

[covergirlnay]

December Journal Prompt:

Best Christmas movies (in no particular order)

1. Home Alone 1 & 2

2. Jingle All the Way

3. Friday after next

4. Just Friends

5. Jingle Jangle

6. The Best Man Holiday

7. The Grinch (all 3)

8. The Polar Express

9. This Christmas

10. Charlie Brown Christmas (if it’s considered a movie 🤷🏾‍♀️😄)

[bohemianblasphemy]

MGG prompt. 🥺 Reid’s favorite holiday is Halloween and he’s disappointed when his plans fall through for the evening so you invite him to hand out candy at your house, and once he arrives he’s very into your Halloween costume, and you end up not passing out any candy. 😉😉

I love me some Spencer Reid 🥺✨ spooky smut coming your way!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Contains: Unprotected sex, Spencer fucking you in your costume, Reader receiving oral, fishnet ripping… fun stuff!

“What do you mean you’re not doing Halloween this year?” You were shocked, leaning over Spencer’s desk as he was sitting in his chair.

“My plans fell through… so it’s just sit in my apartment and watch some horror movies that night.” Spencer shrugged, but you could see the disappointment behind his expression. He LOVED Halloween- come October and it was the only thing he’d talk about. You hated seeing him sad, especially during his favourite time of the year.

“Hey, I have an idea.” You said, the cogs in your head turning.

“Come over to mine… we can dress up and hand out candy, watch some scary movies. I don’t want you to be alone…” you said softly, hoping that he would take you up on your offer.

Spencer’s eyes had a spark of excitement from your offer- not only because of Halloween but also because he could spend time with you.

“Y-yeah! I’d like that a lot…” he gave you that goofy smile he always gave when he was excited, making your heart flutter at the sight.

“Great! I’ll um… text you the address, you gotta wear a costume though… or you’re not being let in.” You teased, making him fidget in his seat.

“Oh I will be, don’t you worry.”

- - -

The few days to Halloween rolled by as Spencer and yourself had finalised your plans for that night.

You stood at your bathroom mirror, applying the final touches to your makeup - the pink and blue eyeshadow blended to perfection, bringing your elvira costume together with the tall wig and long black dress that showed off your curves perfectly.

The timing was impeccable as you heard the doorbell buzzing, your favourite boy genius had arrived on time. You eagerly made your way towards the door, opening it to see Spencer… in normal clothing.

“Spencer I told you to dress up!” You said to him, a bit of disappointment in your voice. “What do you mean? I am dressed up…” Spencer smoothed over his shirt.

“I’m an existentialist.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you couldn’t help but laugh. He was such a dork, but you couldn’t help but admire him for it.

“Besides, it looks like you’re the star of our Halloween night…” Spencer smiled softly, his eyes running over you as he admired your costume.

The soft blush on your cheeks was undeniable, smiling sweetly at him. “Thanks Spence… come in.” You pulled the door open wider, watching him walk inside and take in the surroundings of your home.

He saw the giant bowl of candy, meant for any trick or treaters who were to pass by the house but couldn’t help but take a piece for himself.

“Got a lot to choose from…” he smiled as he unwrapped the piece of candy, putting it in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Smiling at him, you nodded. “Whoever comes to the door is gonna have a hard time choosing…”

There was undoubtedly tension between you both, you had no problems speaking when you were at work together but now? The air was just full of unspoken feelings and longing…

“Uhm… i have some movies that we can watch, if you’re wanting to watch something…” you turned around, trying to break the silence that surrounded you both.

“I have Halloween, The Lost Boys, Scream, The Thing- take your pick.” You handed him the DVDS that you had in your hand, he takes them and momentarily grazes his fingers on yours, making the flush on your cheeks burn brighter as you watch him go through the selection of movies.

“The Lost Boys first?” He grinned, seeing the smile on your face.

“My favourite… yes let’s do it.”

The doorbell rang, hearing a muffled “trick or treat!” From behind the wood.

“I’ll get the door… you pop the movie in yeah?” You looked to him as you grabbed the candy bowl.

“Yeah of course.” He looked as you turned around, admiring the way that you looked in your costume as you answered the door to the trick or treaters.

In that time you took handing out candy and closed the door, Spencer had taken a seat on your couch ready to watch the movie, waiting for you to come sit beside him.

Upon your return, Spencer smiled up at you as you sat down. Ready to watch as he pressed play.

The movie plays, the title card with the aerial shot of the carnival in Santa Carla is in view and you focus on the screen- Spencer, trying to get avert his eyes to the screen was looking at you, he couldn’t get over how you looked in that outfit…

He felt bad for not watching the movie, but he enjoyed watching you. He could see the excitement in your eyes as the vampires on their bikes driving off through the sandy dunes and smiled softly at your reactions.

You could feel his eyes on you, knowing that he wasn’t paying attention- but you couldn’t help but love that he was watching you instead of the movie.

You turned to face him, A dash of confidence building up inside you.

“Spence?” You whispered, locking eye contact with him.

Spencer’s eyes went wide and he swallowed hard.

“I-I um…” he stuttered, not being able to look you in the eye. His nervousness settling in as he looked toward his lap.

Using your index finger you pulled his chin up, making him look at you.

“Do you like what you see Spence?” You whisper, your sweet tone sending a shiver down his spine.

Of course he did, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you in your costume.

“Yes…” he whispered, watching you move closer toward him. The gap between you both was agonisingly thin, his pupils blown with desire for you.

Leaning in further, you could feel his shallow, shaky breaths on your lips- feeling his needy desire for you buzzing off of him.

“Do you want this? Do you want me?” You said quietly, smiling at the hitch in his throat.

“Yes… god yes.” He whined, there was nothing in that moment that he wanted more than to have you… to take you.

Taking that opportunity, you moved forward and captured his lips with yours, tasting the lingering candy on his tongue.

Spencer couldn’t help the soft moan that came from within him as you kissed, his slender fingers coming up to your cheek but pausing within an inch of you.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, watching as you nodded. He pulled you into him, his other arm snaking around you and holding you closer as he kissed you once more.

Your hands reached his chest, slowly unbutton his shirt and splaying it open to reveal his torso.

“Pretty boy…” you praised him as you pulled away from his kiss; watching his chest rise and fall shakily at your touch as your fingers ghosted along his warm skin toward the button of his pants, a tent evidently filled the space in front of his zipper.

“W-wait-“ he panted, gently taking your wrist. Leaning forward he encapsulated your lips again. “I-I need to taste you, please.” Spencer’s voice was yearning.

“Hmm…” you replied, a smirk appearing on your lips. “I think that can be arranged.” Spencer watched as you stood up, extending your hand to him.

Taking your hand, he followed you down the hallway to your room. Closing the door behind you Spencer took your waist, walking you backwards to the edge of the bed and lay you down- splayed out for him as your split of your black dress bared your fishnet clad legs.

Spencer looked down at you, in awe of how beautiful he thought you looked in your outfit as he sat down on his knees by the edge of the bed.

His long fingers traced along your thighs, feeling the flimsy material of the tights. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, hands tracing further up your legs to your pelvis.

With a shaky breath, he traced lightly along the front of you- your body quivering for more.

“Can I?” He whispered, looking up at you for permission. After seeing you nod, he didn’t hesitate to dig his fingers in the tights, ripping them open to reveal what lay beneath them making you gasp.

“Spence those were my good ones…” you giggled softly. “I’ll buy you another- fuck I’ll buy you 10 pairs… they look so good.” He praised you, moving closer to where you wanted him most.

So beautiful.” Spencer was in awe as he played with the elastic of your underwear and pulling it to the side, admiring your glistening cunt.

Placing a few kisses to your thighs, he traces his lips up to your pussy- flattening his tongue against you before bringing the tip of it to your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub.

The taste of you was going to be the death of him, moaning at how good it felt- something he could never get enough of.

“Spence….” You breathed out, your hands reaching for his brown hair and pulling at them- eliciting a sudden moan from him as he continued his assault with his tongue.

Your noises filled the room, each going an octave higher as he you reached your peak, the grip on his hair getting tighter as you came hard on his lips and tongue.

Spencer looked up at you, his lips wet with your desire and his eyes filled with want.

Your eyes followed him as he stood up. Starting to fiddle with the button of his pants and letting them fall to the ground at his feet, leaving him in his briefs.

All you could do was stare- your eyes raking over his form, seeing the tent that had formed under his briefs.

He watched your eyes and smirked slightly as he toyed with the elastic, hooking his thumbs under the material and pulling them down setting himself free.

Him standing bare before you was a sight for sore eyes. “God Spencer…” you whispered, admiring him as you went to take off your costume- but he objected.

“Leave it on… please.” He pleaded. “I wanna take you like this…” he said shyly as he took a step over to you and crawled on top the sheets, hovering over you.

He looked over you, seeing you eye him from below in awe- the yearning to feel you overwhelming as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with his tip.

“C-can I?” He whispered, his face coming down a few inches from you as you nodded enthusiastically. “Yes Spencer, please…”

Slowly and steadily, he started to move himself inside you- a gasp falling from his lips he moved his hips, listening and watching as your mouth fell open; the most heavenly sound that has ever hit his ears falling from your lips- calling his name and your fingers digging into his shoulders.

His thrusts became faster, more desperate. The eagerness to please you, to feel you- to make you cum the only goal on his mind.

“I-is this good? Please tell me it feels good-“ he was panting, desperate to hear you praise him. “Sp-Spence you feel so good- so good f’me…” you couldn’t help the shuddering words that came out, ecstasy building up in your core.

A small whimper rolled out of Spencer at your praise, whining as he continued rolling his hips into yours. The pressure of his orgasm was building up inside him quickly.

“I-I’m not gonna last.” He whispered, another whine following his words.

“Let go Spencer, please…”

Spencer’s thrusts became more erratic as he watched you fall over the edge- calling out his name as you came hard around him, clenching yourself around his cock.

His breathing became jagged as he felt himself twitch inside you, his orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave as his cum coated your walls.

“God you’re- you’re so beautiful, so perfect…” he watched as you glanced up at him with half lidded eyes and parted lips that had messy red lipstick all over them, basking in the after glow. His hair stuck to his temples, making you giggle as you unstuck it from his head. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that, wanted you…” you smiled, touching his cheek gently as though he was made of glass.

Spencer leaned into your touch, his pupils blown with admiration. “Me too…”

There was a silence between you both, before he piped up once more.

“Definitely the best Halloween I’ve had.” He smiled at his own sentence, making you giggle as he lay down beside you- giving soft touches as he held you close- content with being there in that moment with you.