#prompt: sustainability

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 20; I wanna dance with somebody 🤍🖤

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

On the outskirts of Gotham a farm is made.

No one can pinpoint when it was started but it was clearly bountiful.

New orchards of plums apples and several other fruit whisper promises of fruits in the years to come.

Bee houses buzzed with life and ducks quacked and scurried to and from their pond, coop and the garden.

Vegetables by the rows with seasonal berries brushes spring up at the corners of the property.

Greenery that almost seemed to glow with how lush it was.

It was like a small oasis in the desert of Gotham’s dirty land.

And it was ran by only three people.

The woman’s name was Sam. She was known as an activist who seemed to do the primary care of the plants. The property was in her name and she went out of her way to invite people to take what they need.

Danny was the most well known of the trio. He brought the produce into the heart of the city. Anywhere that would take the food, kitchens, pantries, school cafeterias even people’s doorsteps.

Tucker was the technical mastermind, hidden but equally important. The sprinklers, planning of the pollination rotation, harvesting planning and statistics were his main focus on the farm. Not a single square inch of the the land was not under his watchful gaze.

All the food was fresh or properly stored and most interesting of all free.

Of course people were going to talk.

[woellow]

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

whump fic where whumpee is being held captive by whumper and continually tries to escape to find where caretaker is being held so they can get out of here together, but as the story progresses it becomes more clear that whumpee is a victim of stockholm syndrome/brainwashing by "caretaker" and is actually being rehabilitated by "whumper" after being rescued, not kidnapped

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober (novHENber) Day 28 - Cockatrice

Don't let her peck you! (holy CLUCK i am going to finish these last prompts 0v0)

[strawberry-daiquiris]

just nearly tagged that last post as ‘bortrell’ instead of nortrell, then carefully constructed a scenario (novalak hosted sex party) where max fewtrell and gabriel bortoleto could have sex (ends with him asking how it feels to fuck an f1 driver and max replies ‘uh same as it always does?’).

anyway i fucking love rpf how about you

[elftwink]

does anyone else ever notice that often when discussing sustainable/environmentally friendly animal products, it's often phrased not about the thing itself but rather about how vegans should be advocating for the thing [implied: instead of advocating for avoiding animal products altogether]. and like im really uninterested in getting into the reasons why vegans should or should not advocate for specific things but the thing i ALWAYS think when i see this kind of rhetoric is: why can't you do it?

if you think thats a cause worth fighting for, you should fight for it, not point at a group who "should" fight for it based on your interpretation of their politics. people have never and will never do things because someone else feels they should. should is not a good foundation for real material change. like, why is it the job of vegans to advocate for various forms of farming that you think are ethical? who made it their job? you? why did you delegate something you clearly think is important to a group you clearly don't respect? and who gave you the right to delegate that anyway?

at the same time, i can't even really blame anyone for speaking this way because it is largely the only way anyone talks about this stuff. every post about leather includes a dunk on vegans. every post about honey includes a snide comment on how vegans are stupid for avoiding it, every post about plant agriculture being rife with exploitation has to have a quip about how vegans must not understand the reality of agriculture (notably absent in these posts is even the barest acknowledgement of the exact same issues in animal agriculture, but that would necessitate a conversation about food sovereignty and imperialism and colonialism, which frankly nobody wants to do for the same reason settlers throw temper tantrums at the idea that we shouldn't be able to get bananas year round for cheap. we would have to acknowledge how alienated those of us who benefit from imperialism really are from food production of all kinds, and how that alienation allows us to pretend at ethical food choices where few or none exist, or more frequently to completely ignore everything about the issue as out of our control, which reinforces the violent bloody status quo as 'just the way it is'. mocking veganism i think plays a major part in this— in order to maintain the belief that your food is ethical/that you're not responsible/that actually you deserve what you have in a way others dont/whatever, you do have to dismiss, in whatever way possible, the actions of those who disagree and are Doing Something. vegans arent exempt from this alienation of course, and sometimes i think we're getting close to exploring the topic when people discuss the marketing and greenwashing of "vegan" products, but i am always disappointed that's where the conversation ends. what is it about veganism that makes people so willing to discuss the ways that, for example, agave nectar is marketed and sold such that the people who buy it believe its sustainable and ethical when its not, but immediately shut down when the exact same conversation is had about beef? do you know where that cow lived? where it died? where it was butchered? packaged? shipped from? do you know LITERALLY anything at all about what happened to this meat before you bought it? if it's labelled as something specific [organic, grass fed, free range, etc] do you know what that means, if someone checks, and what standards they use? if not, in what way are you different from the vegan who buys agave nectar thinking its more ethical than honey because that's what the bottle says? you happen to know agave nectar is environmentally destructive and exploitative and get annoyed when this concern is dismissed, rightfully so, but then when the same scrutiny is applied to your eating habits suddenly its cringe? i'm not saying you need to know all this for everything you ever eat to discuss food production or even be critical of others choices, but i am saying you should take a moment to check if you can see through the walls of your own house before you start throwing stones). like ultimately dunking on vegans is The Way to get attention on these topics, so it is frustratingly common, even when bringing up veganism is a nonsequitor or actively impeding the argument being made

anyway. let's all take responsibility for our own beliefs and actions & next time you're asking yourself why xyz group isn't advocating for abc please STOP. and remind yourself you are a human being with agency and you can change the world around you with your actions, if even in a small way. if you think someone should be doing something, remember that you are someone, and you can do something. go forth and advocate for practices and policies you think are most just without simultaneously trying to offload the responsibility onto some nebulous other who should be doing it in your stead. assume they won't. it's up to you. it always was.

[alpineshift]

Since prompt 3 is taken could I request prompt 20 with Nico being the one who’s misunderstanding Jack?

of course! coming right up - here's some silly boys in a uni setting ✍️

20. “Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?”

For a such smart guy, Nico can be so intensely dense sometimes.

Jack tells him that, loudly and irritably, when he's finally managed to corner Nico in a study room at the university library. The scene--Nico slowly sinking against the wall, Jack positioned like he's bracing to tackle Nico should he run away--would be hilarious if Jack wasn't sick of Nico's increasingly desperate attempts to dodge him.

It's also a little hurtful to his ego, if Jack's being honest. They're buds, damn it.

"That's not very nice," Nico manages, staring wide-eyed at Jack. Jack scoffs, loudly.

"Well, maybe it's not nice for you to keep avoiding me either, 'schao. You got anything to say for yourself?"

"I'm busy," Nico says, which, yes, he is, Jack's seen his class schedule this semester, and it's a wonder Nico ever gets anything done. But Jack's also seen him blast through four midterms and two in-person presentations and morning bag skates without breaking metaphorical sweat, so.

"We live in the same house. We're bound to run into each other at some point, but we don't, because someone keeps running out. Wanna try again?"

Nico mutters something like not really, but Jack's had it. He's done his part, taken his leap of faith, spilled his guts in the most honest fashion, and all he's gotten in return is, what? Nico literally climbing out bathroom window to avoid him.

"Look, Neeks. If the answer's a no, then all you have to do is say so. All you gotta do is tell me to clear out, to leave you alone, and I will. But I can't live in this limbo, waiting for you to let me down, to see if I've ruined everything between us."

Nico is nearly gaping at him now. "What? What do you mean, let you down? What answer are you looking for?"

For crying out loud, this cannot be happening to him. Maybe Luke is right and Jack really isn't as suave as he says he is (but that's a crisis for another time.) "The answer to when I confessed to you, Nico!"

"You were drunk!" Nico protests. "You weren't being serious!"

"The fuck--I was so serious! And I wasn't drunk! Maybe a frat party wasn't the best place, but you know I don't drink once we land a spot in the tourney brackets!"

"But--you couldn't have been confessing to someone like me," Nico says, hinging on desperate. "That's not possible, you must've meant something else--"

"Why do you insist on misunderstanding me?" Jack yells, throwing his hands up. "Do I need to spell it out for you? I like you, Nico Hischier! I want to take you out! Can we please go on a date so I can hold your stupid hand and buy you dessert and kiss you at the end of the night!"

"Oh," Nico says, looking like he's about to faint. Jack lowers his hands, panting, feeling a little out of his mind. "Oh. Um. Yes?"

"Oh? Yes? Yes?"

"Uh-huh. Yes."

"To all of the above?" Jack sputters, then sputters again when Nico nods, cheeks red as a tomato. "Holy shit. You wanna go on a date with me?"

"Well, more like I want to date you," Nico admits, and Jack could yell again, but for a totally different reason. Nico likes him. Nico wants to date him back.

The door to the study room squeaks open, and they both jump when they see Nate poke his head in. "Hey, cheers to you guys, always nice to see a hot young couple get together, but could you guys keep it down? Some of us really need to pass Intro to Marketing this year."

[entomolog-t]

G/tWAC Day 4: Favorite Scenes

Mild spoiler warnings for The Stranding, Blanket, and Clumsy

(Nothing that's a huge plot reveal- just quite literally spoiling some amazing scenes)

I want to have a diverse spread of author's but theres NO WAY I can talk about favorite scenes without bringing up @belethlegwen again.

One of my favorite scenes is Mel's first time meeting Edmund, Bravest-soldier-in-the-ranks, Miller. The scene hits so well- A giant woman washing up on shore, the general sentiment of unease, if not outright fear from The Watch...

Then theres Miller.

Even without ineracting with him yet, Mel notices he's a bit different than the other men- with just this overall lack of hesitation when getting nearer to her. Brother is straight grinning like the lil big goon he is.

Belle does such a phenomenal job setting the scene. The expectations set, and swiftly subverted, the way she describes his actions and voice just beautifully showing he just is not scared. The goofy chemistry between the two just so wonderfully cuts the tension of the previous chapters, but without fully severing it. Things still feel uneasy, but Miller (as well as the wonderful Lionus) feel like a reprise.

“They’ve even got a name for soldiers like me in the company!”

“Oh?” she asked, placing the empty barrel down on the other side of him, and then moving her hand toward the freshly opened one. The other two men had gone back for the last two barrels from the cart and were rolling them towards her at speed.

“Idiots,” - Chapter 5 of The Stranding.

JAFGSFLKH- here we witness the birth of The Idiot Brigade😭 Every interaction with that man just has me cackling.

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Next up is the the short that is the Literal embodiment of AJFHLkfhkfh by @bittykimmy13 / @kendsleyauthor

Never has a scene made me want to bark so much as the blanket scene???? If you haven't read it PLEASE don't let me spoil it for you because this is the juicest fearplay spice- I physically cannot restrain myself from keyboard mashing when talking about this.

What makes the blanket scene so incredibly good is just this fun yet high tension game of cat and mouse between Micah and Everly. Its this playfully predatory flirting that just gets the heart pumping and the mind flustered, and it just all cumulates with Everly trying to avoid Micah catching her while she dodges his hand under the cover of a blanket- with Micah just giving in and crawling under the covers to get her??

I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT THAT VISUAL??? ASFDKJASJF

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Lastly is an incredibly recent fic/short(?) (please let it be ongoing I love them your honor) by @clumsiestgiantess (Everyday I am thankful that my brainrot is apparently wildly contageous to @clumsiestgiantess) that just??? The perfect timing of the slightly angsty fluff?? *screams into a pillow*

Fen is a borrower who has been through some nasty events in the passed 24 hours (and frankly just in general) and is just trying his best. Alice is a human who's clear concern and care for others (along with her grades) is palpable. Together the pair have one of the most tender interactions I have ever read. Just FFHKFH- Its literal catnip and I want to roll in it.

“Are you ok?  You look sick.  If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down.  You didn’t have to get on.”  It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern.  “I- I’m alright.”  She gently shakes her head.  “You aren’t, though.  You’re shaking.”  The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it.  “And your heart’s beating really fast.”  Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate.  Maybe I am, to her.  It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it.  It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am.  I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death.  Why is it so comfortable? - Part 2 of this work of literal art

Just the word choice and pacing of this whole interaction? The dialogue is just so compassionate. And then there the action. GOODNESS. Alice taking her figure to his chest? FEN THEN TAKING THAT FINGER AND PRESSING HIS FORHEAD TO IT???

The line "Why is it so comfortable?"

I promise you- this scene made me audibly gasp.

The mix of such sweet and tender dialogue with that visual?? Gosh it had my heart racing like a lovestruck teen.

I highly recommend you all check these works (and these authors) out!

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 29 - Helter Skelter

*Yackety Sax and Scooby Doo sound fx play* (Finishing BAWKtober will be our Chickmas miracle 0\v/0)

[novelconcepts]

i’m starving, darling (let me put my lips to something) - She wants the excuse. She wants to do it, to let it out. Sometimes, Van reasons, it feels good, letting it out.

(Or: the first time she bites Tai, it's an accident.)

E, 7.1k words

Sometimes, it just feels good to give in. And these days? These days, when almost nothing feels good? When almost nothing is good? Van won’t apologize for it. Van’s done apologizing.

[alectoperdita]

any time I think about the process of crafting a request for commission and gathering references, i kinda just die inside and give up

[quietwingsinthesky]

Do whatever you’d like with them!! It’s your blog! Take your time!!

me rn

[confusedpandabear]

literally kicking my feet in the air and giggling at your kageyachi drabble, you're literally quenching my thirst for this ship hehe...love a confident yachi!!!! omg this is straight up crack, but canonically kageyama promotes a rice brand in an advert - what if years later, their both getting their freak on, and suddenly yachi gets distracted cause she hears kageyama's voice on the TV promoting rice LMAO.

Oh, but my dear anon, haven't you noticed that I'm addicted to crack?

Tobio is not a particularly vocal person. An actions speak louder than words kind of guy.  Even in bed, he is as quiet as his usual demeanour, where little else but a wayward groan into her skin would escape and only when the pleasure gets too much and too far away from him. Hitoka is used to watching his facial expressions during their intimate moments instead: of his handsome features going taut with determination, eyebrows pinched and attentive to every sigh and every hitch of her breath and rewarding them all. She was satisfied, she was spoilt, and had very little to complain about besides the fact that she wished he could give her some feedback once in a while, an indication of what he particularly liked, especially when she was on top of him or nestled between his knees. She was sitting over his hips on the sofa one evening, legs falling either side of his as a cheesy variety show that they never intended on actually watching was forgotten in the background. They were kissing fiercely, tearing into clothes offensive to their sensibilities, and then she was lowering himself into him, one hand planted on his shoulder to steady herself as every inch of him slid into place. The feeling of their bodies joining had his eyes sliding shut and his mouth falling open, in what would have been a moan if there was any voice behind it. “Tobio,” Hitoka breathed out. “How does it feel? Does it feel good?” A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He hung his head by her ear, breath hot against her cheek as he said in his deep, leathery tenor, bending into her spine— “—In a rush? Try Hinohikari’s microwaveable rice packs today! Delicious egg fried rice in less than thirty seconds! Available at all major retailers.”

[astralprisms]

Wrote a little prompt fic courtesy of @bg3wips flowers prompt list on twt. I can't remember the first time Xa'rok used Dissonant Whispers, and their signature weapon came later, but the first time they used the illithid powers was memorable, relevant, and came with a fun interaction perk, so.

Thistle - the first time they used their signature weapon or spell.

The din of unsheathed weaponry rings around them in a cascade of echoes. Goblins shift on their feet as bowstrings creak with impatient tension. One of the goblins spits, loud and wet, and the glob of it lands just shy of Karlach's fur-lined boot.

“Prick,” she mutters before burying her fist into the abdomen of the troll that towers to her right.

The troll looks caught off guard, either by the attack connecting or the fact that it actually felt the blow, but it doesn't have time to ponder the discrepancy further before Karlach whoops and follows that strike up with another, the air around her fists crackling in her wake.

Xa'rok spares a seconds-long glance at the staggering troll before their eyes fix on the maelstrom of goblins thickly clustered in the center of camp. They are no natural-born tactician, but they are gith. In the end, it amounts to one and the same.

They take stock of their enemies in increments, grouping the threats by severity, weapon, and proximity. They can see the tell-tale regalia of the goblin priesthood peeking out from the doorway of a rampart wall. And the two humans they met in the woods north of the Grove, the ones who first called them True Soul.

The parasite squirms in Xa'rok's skull. Something sparks to life behind their eyes and they blink as the feeling washes over them. Power.

One of the goblins in the cluster at the center of camp shifts on his crouched haunches, the crossbow in his hands aimed with deadly accuracy. Xa'rok takes one feinted step forward and calls upon the pulse of magic in their blood, blurring out of existence at the front steps and re-appearing at the epicenter of the crowd, hand already reaching for their sword.

But by the time they materialize the squirming in their skull has become a buzzing that filters down into their sword arm, and as they bring both hands to their face to shake it free, Xa'rok finds a new course of action: for their vision has gone dark around the edges, blurred as if they are still in between one place and the next. Their feet have left the ground, and the buzzing has become a hum, a wellspring, a gaping hungry maw. The only thing restraining it is their own will.

Once realized, they let it go.

Reality shifts. A blip in their vision. An expulsion of force with the ring of psionic detonation. It tears through their mind and out.

The goblins drop around them like flies. Bryanna and Andrick stare in twin horror until their eyes go blank, and they, too, collapse into the shadow of their rampart hideaway.

A pleased, honeyed voice sluices through Xa'rok's slowly-reconnecting thoughts. Good. Again.

[exploresmallworlds]

Holding Hands

Even though we’ve had sex, which is the most intimate thing that you can do with two bodies. And we’d even kissed in that moment I was struck by the discomfort that I felt when we were walking down the street and Harley’s hand slipped into mine. I was thrown for a second. “Oh shit, I didn’t think. If you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it.” He was pulling his hand out fast now. He was trying…