#prompt6

[joyseuphoria]

I’M BACK, BABY!

Even The Sun Sets In Paradise

Chp 5 - Con là Brisa

Jily talk and catch feelings (well, they were already caught)

@jilytoberfest prompts

6: 🎶Touch my thigh, I could blush, I'm so shy, Rest your head on side, We could stay in my mind, We could be what we like🎶 - Theatre by Etta Marcus

7: getting engaged (used very loosely)

Also, all the chapters are unedited. Thanks to @practicecourts , cuz this story takes place in Italy

Read from the beginning

[heart2beom]

hihihi congrats on 700 followers! for you event can i request prompts #1 & #7 from from prompt list #6 with huening kai? thank you 💕

i'm so sorryyy but i need you to verify if you mean prompt list #3 because i accidentally had that prompt list twice in the post (it was prompt list #3 and #6). i caught the repeat after this ask and changed it, so now instead of seven prompt lists, it's six. i'm 99% sure you're talking about prompt list #3 but just a quick verify would help me out 😭

[oceansssblue]

100CELEB VOTING RESULTS!!!

Hi guys! Voting period has ended, and without any more delay, here are the 10 winning ideas I'll be writing next!

– prompt4. Angel&demons AU

– prompt5. Super powers&fantasy AU

– prompt6. Historic Period AU

– prompt7. Sex worker/pornstar

– prompt8. Pirates AU

– prompt9. Mermaids AU

– prompt14. Telepathy

– prompt15. Arranged marriage/fake dating

– prompt 17. Prince&servant AU

– prompt 22. Share heat/one bed

I'm so exciteeed! I've already got most of this thought through and a plan for each in my head!

-I've actually finished writing prompt 22 already with Wrecker, which I will publish tomorrow.

-Prompt 4 is going to be with Echo. I've already sketched the whole story (it's going to be a multipart) and the AU I've thought of is going to be so interestinggg i'm so excited to share it w u!

- I'm opened to write any pairings you like for the rest of the prompts. You can sugest a clone either in this comment section or send a dm or request vox. I will also publish an individual post for each prompt with a list of clones you may vote for.

That said, stay tunned! I will be opening pairing votes and I will be publishing this stories throughout the summer, so make sure to check my account from time to time.

All this stories will be tagged with "100blueprompt". Let me know if you want to be tagged in all/any of them!

Thanks for following me and interacting. See u around!

Xx,

Blue.

YOU CAN FIND THE VOTING POSTS HERE:

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[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite 2021 Prompt 6: Avatar

"Look! Look at what we made at Poppaw’s house!”

Khoda came running up to the sea wolf in her home office as they were getting dropped back off from a stay at the woman’s parents. A giggling two year old followed swiftly behind the young girl while the twins were being passed off to Sana in the living area. Normally she made a point of finishing out an entry when someone wanted her attention in the middle of paperwork, but for the kids the quill always got set back into the well immediately. “Well c’mon then, lemme me see what you made!”

The miqo’te girl set a small tray on the pale woman’s desk, careful not to land directly on the wet ink. “Look! Here’s you and momma!” Khoda pointed out the first two in a line of cookies, made in a vague shape of each person and then decorated with icing and little candies for details like eyes. The more detailed ones certainly looked to have been made by the youth explaining things, stealing a glance ahead definitely revealed that Alvin had been ‘helping’ in the process too. “This is me and Terbie! I know she doesn’t live with  us but we did Mede with Alvin so I wanted her with me too! They’re right here. Poppaw showed us how to do the whole thing, and he only helped a little bit with the stirring and putting things in the oven! He one out of Memaw so we could see. Alvin helped too.”

His help looked to be making the curly hair for the younger set of twins, which included a bunch of squiggles over their face. “And these are the babies! That’s where Alvin helped and.. wait. Where is that one’s tail?”

Almost immediately there was a giggle from the doorway, and a frosting-faced geck’to once again performing his victory dance.

[starrysky-whumpfics]

6. The Smell Of Gingerbread And Vanilla

Whump Advent Calender

@whump-advent-calendar

This is literally based on a true baking incident…that I am massively ashamed of lol. Just in case anyone wonders the believablity of the mistakes made, yes it’s very possible to mix-up, and yes, no one has ever trusted me to bake ever since

Ozzie woke up early the next morning, feeling better than he had, mostly just feeling like he had allergies or a cold. Tyler still felt warm next to him so he decided to let them rest, careful to get out of the bed quietly and walk out to the kitchen. Tyler had mentioned once that they really liked cinnamon coffee cake, that didn’t sound too hard to make. He found a recipe book in one of the cabinets and started gathering the ingredients necessary and a bowl.

“Baking something?” Maudie asked walking out after hearing someone was awake.

Ozzie nearly dropped the dish as he was placing it in the oven. “Oh sorry, was I supposed to ask first? I tried to clean up but I still have to put stuff away.”

“It’s fine, I just did a grocery run so there’s no worry of us going short. What did you make?” She asked, looking through the ingredients. “A lot of this makes sense together until this.” She asked holding up a spice bottle.

“Cinnamon coffee cake. That’s the cinnamon?”

“No. This is cumin?” She asked showing him the label.

“Not cinnamon?”

“Nope, cumin. Very different.” She responded laughing.

“I thought I grabbed the cinnamon....”

“It’s okay, you’re tired. I’m sure anyone could’ve made this mistake.” She said trying to stop laughing, pulling the batter from the oven and quickly mixing in some cinnamon to try and save it.

“Tyler is going to hate me.” He sighed, sitting down on the kitchen floor. “I tried to make their favorite thing and messed up.”

“Have you met Tyler? That kid pulls pranks constantly, if anything, they’ll find this hilarious.” She promised. “I’ll bake Christmas cookies tonight with you two if you’re both up for it. It’s Christmas Eve after all.” She encouraged, wanting to cheer him up.

“We didn’t miss Christmas?” Ozzie asked excitedly.

“You didn’t, and I’m gonna go out and get presents tonight so you and Tyler better be asleep nice and early so I have time to do so.”

“We will, I thought we missed Christmas…good thing we didn’t.” He said smiling brightly.

Once the coffee cake finished baking, Ozzie nervously pulled it from the oven. Maudie sprinkled some more cinnamon on top, cutting a few slices onto plates. Ozzie grabbed one to bring to Tyler.

“I made this for you but I‘m not sure it’s edible.” He said before setting it down. Tyler slowly sat up, giving him a confused look before eyeing the cake and pulling it over to them to try it.

“It’s interesting…lot of cinnamon but it’s really good.” They said smiling.

“It’s good? There’s cumin in it though?”

Tyler glanced down at the cake and shrugged.

“Of course you mixed up cumin and cinnamon. Still tastes good though, lots of cinnamon, sugar, bread. Amazing. Sugar can make anything taste good.” They said, laughing hard though at the thought of the mix-up.

Ozzie sat down next to Tyler, leaning up against them.

“Your friend said that we didn’t miss Christmas. It’s tomorrow. There’s going to be presents and we’re gonna make cookies tonight, like a real Christmas. I thought I was gonna miss my first Christmas, well first real one.”

“That’s good, we’re going to make sure it’s the best Christmas ever then since it’s your first one. My family did Christmas but it was always just…awkward. Maudie does a really good Christmas though, she makes it really fun. You’ll love it.”

“I’m excited, you’ve got to get better though first.” Ozzie insisted.

“Obviously, I already feel a lot better now that I’ve got you here again. Was worried when I woke up and you weren’t here.” Tyler leaned their head against Ozzie after setting their plate down. “Cumin not cinnamon…that’s hilarious.” They said leaning over laughing.

“I guess it it pretty funny.” Ozzie said laughing at well.

“Come on, let’s get ready, Christmas starts now.” Tyler said grabbing his hand and quickly hurrying out of the room.

[brightboisterousbananas]

This is for @damereycreations​ Prompt #6

I’m sorry this is so late! It took me a while, with my injured hand and all! LOL

All writers are welcome and encouraged to write a lil something to go with this!!!

[damereycreations]

Prompt #6

Art Prompt:

Writing Prompt:

Rey sees snow for the first time..... and figures out just how she wants to get Poe back for that thing he did last week.....

Go forth and Create Fam <3

Don’t forget to tag #damereycreations and #prompt6

(Credit for the photo goes to whoever took this pic, it’s from the first snow in 112 years in Egypt a few years back)

[ofloveandaether]

Prompt #6 - Self Doubt

The first rays of sunlight always had a tendency of revealing that which was unseen. It had been hours since she’d woken but Alysia had remained unmoved. Wrapped up in the comfort of the sheets, the hyur stared aimlessly up at the ceiling. The merchants began to set up their stalls out on the street and the birds stirred from their nests, adding their sweet song to the noise. Another day to thrive and live. 

Small particles floated in the wide bands of light that poured in through the windows. Alysia raised a hand and watched as they evaded her touch; ever moving in the small fluctuations of air pressure as her fingers spun and wiggled. No matter how hard she may try, she would never catch them. Every attempt left her empty handed, grasping nothing. If she hadn’t been in such a sullen mood, it might not even bothered her. However, now it just seemed to be an ill-conceived analogy for her sadness. Her clenched hand fell beside her as she turned her cheek into the softness of the pillow. There was nothing there beside her but an empty space in her bed. All those lovers who didn’t even fathom how lucky they were just to have a warm body to sleep beside. Someone to share their dreams and hold them through their nightmares. 

Alysia was not lacking in friendships. Their companionship meant the world to her, but they could not provide her the small happiness of waking up next to the person who held her heart and seeing them laid bare under the first rays of sunlight.  Loneliness, no matter how brightly the sun shone in the sky, cast dark shadows of self doubt. Would she ever find the joy of loving and being loved in turn, or would she forever be destined to sleep alone with only her thoughts of inadequacy to keep her company.?

[cassandras-nest]

Joger week 6 day prompt: spooky! ➡ witch.

- There is only one night on Earth when all kind of creatures walk among people, when the thin veil of the underworld disappear and the gates of hell open wide. One night when everything's possible.

On the end of October, as promised, a witch come back to visit. Killed by a mistake, was able in the arts, could cure any terrible disease and, by any means, was gentle.

Had a lover, a secret one, that left heartbroken and soon died of sorrow.

This night was the only one when both could meet again, and every year that promise was fulfilled for the rest of their, now immortal, life.

[oceansssblue]

– prompt6. Historic Period AU (u know, like the Bridgertons kinda thing).

[galaxina-the-pyro]

Inktober 2019

Day 6: Husky

[hicchaninwonderland]

Day 6 of #inktober 😉 The #prompt is #husky so I drew #hanzo with is #wolfskin. What do you think about that? #inktober2019 #prompt6 #hanzooverwatch #overwatch #charms #phonecharm #chibi #cute #traditionalillustration #traditionalart #hanzowolfskin #funny #fanart https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Ru6E0CLvF/?igshid=vhufe4vpce3q

[eyesofsteelandsky]

FFxivWrite 2020 Prompt 6: Boundless

A single eye stares down at the blank paper in front of her, the next hopeful contender after a long chain of crumpled, ink smeared disappointments lay in a nearby pile. There was things she should absolutely be spending on that time and effort on that weren’t such an immediate struggle. Any number of ledgers, prep work for the anniversary party, even plotting out the charts for her crew’s next outing abroad. Any task that wasn’t driving herself head first into a mental brick wall over and over again hoping it’ll crack before her skull does. One thought though always came back around and sat front and center in her mind.

Why could this possibly be this hard?

The likely truth that it had become an overthinking problem was bundled up and tossed onto the pile of rejected drafts. Stubbornness and pride weren’t qualities she had ever shied away from, and she wasn’t about to give them up now. Not about this. The roegadyn forces her hand back down upon the page and simply starts writing, hope that perhaps just building some kind of momentum will let her sail through her mental block’s own wake into some kind of answer. A half page of absolute drivel later and she’s balling up that next victim for the pile and drawing out it’s blank replacement.

“How’s it this bloody hard to say you love someone..”

[viv-adair]

Let Me Blow Ya Mind || Solo [Prompt]

Date: March 3rd, 2001

Location: A vacant lot near Sourland Mountain Preserve

Word Count: 1390

Triggers: Death, Blood, Violence, Torture, Needles, Organs, Assault

In all aspects of life, we take on a part and an appearance to seem to be what we wish to be–and thus the world is merely composed of actors. 

― François de la Rochefoucauld

“Hey, pretty girl. Why don’t you slide on over here, hm?”

Vivienne was no stranger to the condescending tone Tommy used. It was the same that so many had spoken to her with for her entire life. Her father, her classmates, teachers, men who wanted to get the quiet girl to “let loose for once”. But they were all the same. They were all monsters in their own right, incapable of seeing Viv for what she was. Though she couldn’t really fault them for it, not anymore. Not since she’d shoved who she was into a corner deep, deep within herself, so far down it was unlikely there was any real part of her truly left.

Sugar was the last one to see that little girl, but that was years ago. That was middle school, two high schools, and college ago. That was a billion insects, a hundred neighborhood cats and dogs ago, an entire cupboard of snakes and rats ago.

Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic

Viv’s nose turned up at the R&B beats blaring from Tommy’s radio. She reached out to turn the knob when Tommy caught her hand, placing it instead on his knee, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Vivienne smiled, cocking her head to the side. “Did you really think I’d be that easy?”

The boy laughed. The sound that boomed around the inside of his brand new Dodge Neon wasn’t filled with joy or warmth, but something more sinister and more empty. Viv almost recognized it, sensing the familiarity to her father’s laugh. He had never seemed to find anything truly funny, not in the sense that anyone else did. Viv learned to pick up on that, the lack of sincerity in someone’s voice, in their laughs.

She had to learn how to fake it in her own.

“Of course not, Vivy baby. Not after the chase you put me on just to get ya out here!” He laughed again, pulling her in for a long kiss. This time she let him, pressing herself against his body, feeling how his muscles pulled against the restraint of his skin. Tommy was a jock through and through, his incessant workout schedule showing in his incredibly toned triceps. Viv’s fingers tightened on the muscles, tracing the ligaments as if she were in Mr. Johansson’s class. 

Tommy moaned against her mouth. Viv rolled her eyes. It wasn’t hard to play the part. But to what end? She was already growing bored with their little play. Tommy’s hands explored her back, crawling under her shirt with more desperation now. His fingers fumbled over the clasp of her bra, ripping the fabric when it wouldn’t bend to his brutish will.

“Okay, Tommy. That’s a little much, don’t you think?” But Tommy seemed to be growing bored with their campout at First Base as well, though not in the same way as Viv. He ignored her question, choosing instead to force his hand up the front of her shirt, grabbing haphazardly at her breasts. Viv couldn’t imagine this would be pleasurable to anyone, not even the gaggle of cheerleaders Tommy usually brought out here to the middle of nowhere. But Viv didn’t have anything to compare him to. She had never felt the need to date before now, but it was becoming increasingly apparent by her classmate’s stares and her roommate’s comments that she was meant to.

Honestly, she didn’t see what all the fuss was about.

“Tommy, I’m so sorry but could we table this for a moment?”

Now I got my foot through the door And I ain't goin' nowhere It took awhile to get me here And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind

Instead of obliging her request, Tommy quickly flipped on top of her, growling into her ear. “C’mon baby, lemme get a good look at that bangin’ body of yours…” Tommy sat back, admiring her as if she were a fresh kill, ready to be sliced open and gutted for dinner.

Instead of shying away in fear, however, Vivienne smiled. She recognized that look and no longer had any qualms about hiding her own hunger. She stretched out in the back seat, pushing her chest forward to entice her prey. Once distracted, Viv played one of Tommy’s moves. In a fluid movement that caught Tommy’s breath in his throat, Vivienne was on top of him, straddling his narrow hips. His eyes lit up, feeling as if he’d finally unlocked the secret to the weird girl in class. No doubt he was already planning his celebration speech for his bros back at the frat house.

Nimble fingers traced up his torso, paying special attention to Tommy’s overly defined rectus abdominis, her hand grazing each perfect separation of his six pack.

Question, tell me how you feel about this Try to control me, boy, you get dismissed

A sadistic smile flickered onto Viv’s face. Holding a finger to her lips, she signaled for Tommy to keep quiet and let her work, a position she had a feeling he rarely got to enjoy. Leaning into the front seat for her purse, Viv quickly withdrew a size 11 scalpel she’d swiped after Mrs. Johansson’s class last Thursday. Tommy’s eyes widened, unsure of where Viv was going with this. 

“So you uh, like a little pain, huh?” He chuckled nervously. The uneasiness as he realized the potential danger he was in just now dawning on his handsome, oafish face. 

“I thought you wanted to have a little fun,” She questioned, drawing the blade carefully down her own cheek, careful to keep the blade from slicing her own skin. “I think we’re going to have quite a bit of fun tonight, Tommy.”

Girl I didn't know you could get down like that Charlie, how your Angels get down like that Girl I didn't know you could get down like that Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Lifting the scalpel in front of her face, Vivienne examined her reflection in the freshly stained silver. She pulled out her lipstick, touching up the bits where Tommy had smeared the color off her lips and onto her porcelain skin. Smiling to herself, she wiped off the blade and placed it carefully back in her bag.

“Well, I certainly had fun.” Vivienne grinned down at what used to be Tommy, his skin peeled back, revealing all the intricacies, faults and perfections of his anatomy. Delicate muscle strands, perfectly juicy organs, aside from his liver which showed considerable damage for a 19 year old. “And I think we both learned so much, don’t you think?” Viv cocked her head, examining her handiwork. The cuts could have been cleaner, she had nicked a few arteries before she had intended and sliced through some extraneous soft tissue, but altogether a brilliant first attempt.  

Sitting there in Tommy’s car, Viv finally felt alive. It was like all those moments in her father’s shed with neighborhood cats and rabbits had been preparing her for this exact moment. She felt complete. She felt seen. Even if the only one to witness her unmasking was a corpse of a subpar, second string football player. She ran a finger over the well defined sartorius muscle. At least he was a beautiful specimen. A quick glance at the radio clock told her it was getting late, soon it would be dawn and once Tommy’s frat bros peeled themselves off the floor, they’d be looking for their star idiot. Viv sighed, wishing she had more time with her subject. Before setting to work, she sliced off a piece of Tommy’s perfectly cultivated rectus abdominis and placed it gingerly in an evidence bag. Her classmates always gave her strange looks for keeping supplies in her everyday bags, but at moments like this, she did well to be prepared.

R&B tunes boomed through the radio and Vivienne never felt so free.

I got things on my mind, I never thought I would I, I want to be bad, you make bad feel so good I'm losing all my cool I'm about to break the rules I, I want to be bad