#prompt: broken hearts

[mrprettywhenhecries]

Dacre Appreciation Week | Day Five: Runner Up for Favourite Role ⟶ Nick Danielson (The Broken Hearts Gallery)

Not only is Dacre completely adorable in this movie, but he's incredibly endearing as Nick and I need to see him in another romcom in the future.

[helloliriels]

Our limerick journey now ends,

No tears left to fear (or commend);

This May has been fun!

But now that it's done ...

I hope that all hearts can now mend? 😉🫰💕

Ty to everyone who shared and commented this month!!! I found a new love of limericks and a few new friends in the bargain!!! Big ty to @friday411 @ghostofnuggetspast for what they begat. 😄 and what I otherwise would not have known. Haha 💕 much love - Liri

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... who am I kidding? there will be more. (lots more) and i hope to attend to each prompt (everyday) but for now, they percolate. I'll sprinkle them out sparingly in the future. 😏😘✌️💋 kiss kiss.

[arlenelperez]

Broken

I feel broken to my core

A dropped China dish

Shattered on the floor

Into millions of pieces

Tiny shards lain dispersed

I wish this could be rewritten

My heart feels cursed

And broken to its core.

A sadness overwhelms me

A heavy, dark cloud waiting to burst

Slamming violently for all to see

Against the dry arid ground.

I feel broken.

Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on November 5, 2024

Prompt from @nosebleedclub

[suckitphaneuf]

Cassiel trying get rid of the horny thoughts (and failing)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 45

Jaskier's breath races, and his heart hammers away at a quicker pace than Geralt's ever heard from the bard. Jaskier tries to mutter something about talking to the others and getting their stories, only to stumble in place. Geralt furrows his eyebrows and walks closer, just in time to catch Jaskier as he faints. Geralt rides him to a healer, regretting the whole mountain business already, but even moreso when he learns that the affliction that caused Jaskier to drop was called 'Broken Heart Syndrome.' How can he make it up to his beloved bard?

[burning-academia-if]

The promts can kinda serve as a poll to see which characters get the most attention. Unless someone sent like 30 rook requests out of dedication

TO BE FAIR my backlog is insane (11 prompts I think, I'll probably close my inbox tomorrow so I can focus on getting through them all). There are prompts for Rhea, ???, and the Rook/??? poly in there though! I've just been going through them in the order they were sent. (Also RIP Zoe, you've always been the least popular RO but in exchange, you can suffer the least lmfaO)

I do think the most interesting thing to come about this is seeing how much Beck has rose in popularity, though!! Believe it or not when this first started, Beck was the least popular by a margin. But now I feel like he's on par with Rook and Lars? I honestly wasn't expecting so many Beck requests lol

I think I'll redo the popularity poll once chapter 3 releases just to see how different people feel now! Seeing the shift has been interesting

[escespace]

Merlin and Arthur but:

All is well, Camelot is great, peace, harmony, magic is allowed, the birds sing...

Then Merlin, in a moment of excitement, either because he can no longer contain his emotions or perhaps everything has been so good that he cannot imagine the worst that can happen, decides to take a leap of faith. After all, he took a risk with his magic and Arthur accepted it; perhaps he should finish revealing all his secrets in the same way.

Anyway, A day like any other after unbearable council sessions and endless document review and reorganisation of patrols. As they close the day with a warm dinner and the silence of the night, Arthur receives a handkerchief from Merlin's hands itself.

It's clean, Woodsy scent, and neatly folded. It's not one Merlin has ever used (not that Arthur would notice those details). And the only thing Arthur could think of to answer after looking at Merlin as if he had fish coming out of his ears was:

«So... Okay, yeah... I'll give it to George when I see him in the morning. I also noticed that his is a little faded»

Merlin does not correct him out of shame.

The next day, although in his new position Merlin no longer accompanies the training sessions so often, he appears when usually end to give Arthur the water and some sweets that he get from the market.

«This is great, Merlin» Arthur said as he took the bag «It's about time you put your head to work. The knights will appreciate it when they can't stand up. I plan to get them fit as I haven't had time to keep them un check recently, you get me, right?»

Merlin didn't correct him that time either.

After a few days and much thought, I wait until the end of a meeting with some leaders of magical communities who still cannot sympathize with Arthur. The meeting was not good, they still distrust the crown and that puts the king under pressure so when only the two of them remained, the tension didn't help.

«What is this?» Arthur shook the object in his hand back and forth in disbelief.

«a book»

«a book... A book, Merlin? A Magic book... Are you kidding me with this, really?! Isn't the mess we just made with this enough for you, you want to make fun of it too?!»

«Arthur, I'm not...»

«"You idiot! I really should have taught you some manners before»

«but...»

«You better get out of here before I... Ugh! AND I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU IN WHAT REMAINS OF THE DAY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?»

And of course, he had to throw the book, didn't he? Fortunately, it hit the door as soon as Merlin closed it behind him.

The feeling of not being able to breathe, even if he was physically breathing perfectly, and the discomfort in his nose that made him blink more than what is normal accompanied him until he reached the forest, right at the point where I used to collect herbs. And as her cheeks became wet (strange, he would definitely have to tell Gaius if the symptoms that suddenly attacked her got worse... No, no, it can't get worse, he's fine).

«Hey, Merls, I saw you walking here alone, you shouldn't be wandering around alone... Merls?»

In the royal chambers, Arthur is now a little calmer, his mind clear, and he even started reading the book Merlin brought him. Surprise! It seems he might get a couple of good ideas out of it. Traditional offerings and ceremonies of friendship. He will then tell Merlin that the book is useful... Or he will point it out indirectly... Or he will pat him on the shoulder... Something like that.

But it is Arthur we are talking about, he cannot stand the noise of his own thoughts for long, much less the silence of his bedroom, so he sends for Merlin with a guard.Instead, they bring Gwen, who seems to be the only one who was able to point out where Merlin had gone and since the guards are chickens, they preferred to let her talk to the king.

«He is not immediately available Arthur, it seems he went to pick herbs» She explains after a polite but warm exchange.

«That hasn't been one of his tasks for a long time»

«He isn't tour manservant either and so his chores may keep him away at times when you suddenly want his company»

«It's nothing like that! I am his king, he is a court sorcerer. We have matters of great priority to discuss»

«Maybe. But he didn't look good and he needs his time right now»

«Has something happened?»

«I don't know, Arthur, something happened between you two?»

Look, I won't go into details about the feelings between Arthur and Gwen because this isn't about that (and my own opinion is extensive too) but in this fic things didn't evolve between them, But everything remains friendly and as much as Arthur values having honest and assertive people on his council, Arthur made it very clear that Gwen would always have the right to treat him first as friend. However, because of Gwen's character and political wisdom she has always been careful with her words, so it is a shock that she calls him by his name when she hasn't done so for so long.

They talk a little about how things went wrong at the meeting with the new magical community and what may or may not have been a little hasty with their reactions to something Merlin did

«What did he do?»

With a bit of a struggle he tells him that Merlin bought him a book related to magic. And once that comes out of his mouth he realizes how much of an idiot he is because his behavior was out of line and he just wanted an excuse to let out his bad temper.

«It's my fault, I know. I let my pride get the better of me and Merlin ended up unfairly on the receiving end. I felt unfit, but it was something against myself»

«You will have to make amends. It's not the first time, Arthur, and once you realize your mistakes the only thing left is to correct them»

«I thought I had grown up a long time ago... It seems not»

«We all have flaws. It's not something we get rid of when we reach a certain age or realization»

A bit more chatter and finally Arthur mention something interesting

«...And it's not even the first one recently...»

«What are you talking about?»

«I don't know, I thought you would know more with all the gossip you two do. He's been so thoughtful lately, not that he isn't always, but he gives gifts here and there, he gave candy to replenish the gentlemen's energy when I take them a little further. And George a new neckerchief, can you believe it? Not that he had the courage to give it to him himself, he forced me to do it, as the girl he is. I don't imagine he gave you»

«Arthur, Why wouldn't he give George a gift himself? The candy... He also gave it through you?»

«Yes, why...»

«You know, Arthur, we gain nothing but honor from being on your council... It helps us to have that prestige to get more work, me in the forge and Merlin with the patients. Don't you find that strange now he's so giving then?»

«It's Merlin, I didn't question anything around him»

«Agh! Arthur, a favor, sweets, and then gift specifically thinking of you, something you ended up needing...»

«wha... Wait... No»

«yes»

«but...I- I have to find him»

«no!»

«yes!»

He passed her before she could delay him and thought he heard her say something about Gwaine going after Merlin but he didn't have time to waste wondering what one thing had to do with the other.After all, perhaps it would be better if he found them sooner rather than later or else they would end up dragging them out of a tavern, right?

He knew quickly where Merlin would be, it was common knowledge that even when he no longer had to go out to gather herbs himself, that place was special to him.

He arrived in time to see from a distance something that left him stuck in place.

Merlin on the floor, sitting, red face and bulging eyes but smiling at Gwaine's foolery. Gwaine, for his part, is perhaps too close to Merlin. It is a distance that is common between that pair, but surrounded by nature, one kneeling in front of the other, eye contact; one hand on Merlin's knee and the other... PASSING A FLOWER ACROSS MERLIN'S FACE?!

The burning sensation that rises through his sternum is not like a bad digestion, it is worse, it makes him almost tremble. It doesn't help that your eyes are starting to hurt, is it because of the poor lighting at that time of day?

Oh My oh My, he can't fool himself, not anymore, no never again...

«He can't even see me like that, you know? That's why he doesn't notice it»

«I noticed it, Merlin, I always notice you»

Their faces too close to each other, Arthur is brave for many things but not for that, he wouldn't do that to himself, he wouldn't see it.

And as he walked away, back to the castle, he thought that he might as well be leaving his heart on the ground where he had been paralyzed, for he could no feel more than emptiness in his chest

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Your web weaves are incredible!!! Just ahh!!!!!! If you’re not super busy could I maybe request one about friends being your found family?

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[kybercrystals94]

Then & Now

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ANGST-PRIL 2024 | DAY 3 | PROMPT 3: BROKEN HEARTED 

RATED: T | WORDS: 1109 | SUMMARY: Crosshair tells Omega about Mayday. | CHARACTER FOCUS: Crosshair, Omega

“What happened?” Omega asks. 

Crosshair doesn’t move, doesn’t shift his gaze to the child sitting behind the grate of his cell door. He keeps his focus on the ceiling above him, where the light has a barely discernible flicker. “What do you mean, what happened?” he asks, hoping that the venom in his tone will make her recant the question. 

But he isn’t surprised when she only clarifies, “Why did you turn against the Empire?” 

Omega has been nothing if not persistent these past few weeks, regularly sneaking her way down to talk to him. She does most of the talking, while he pretends he’s not listening, and wonders if she will take the hint and stay away.

To his frustration, Omega takes the hint and blatantly ignores it. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Crosshair growls.

Omega shifts so that she is kneeling in front of the door, facing him full on. “It must’ve been something terrible. You seemed so sure on Kamino.” 

They let him die. The unspoken words taste bitter, so he verbalizes something less distasteful. “It pains me to say that Hunter was right. We are nothing but a number to them. Disposable. You’ve seen the labs here.”

The kid frowns. “Realizing Hunter was right doesn’t put you in a cell,” she observes. 

“I already told you, it doesn’t matter,” Crosshair tells her. 

“It matters to me.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my brother,” Omega states. “What happens to you – what happened to you – matters.”

An infinite number of retorts line up Crosshair’s throat. Awful, horrid things that he is sure will finally drive Omega away, make her hate him the way he deserves. Keep her safe the way she deserves. Safe from him. Safe from attachment and familial duty. 

But not a single one of them comes out. 

“His name was Mayday.” 

Omega is quiet for a moment. “What happened to him?” 

“He died.” 

Another meaningful pause. “The Empire killed him?” 

“They couldn’t waste precious medical supplies on a disposable meat droid,” Crosshair snaps. Blistering rage burns glacial in his veins. “So I killed the officer who stood by and watched him die.” Crosshair turns his head to look at Omega, who stares back with wide eyes. “That’s what happened. That’s why I’m here.” 

He hates the sympathy that washes over Omega’s transparent expression. He does not want her pity or her love. He wants her to leave him alone. 

Funny, isn’t it? How these clones around you keep disappearing?

“Go,” Crosshair says, turning away. “I don’t want you to come back.” 

He can feel Omega watching him, hear that she hasn’t moved away. Finally, she sighs, a long-suffering exhale that sounds too much like Hunter. “I know you think you’re protecting me, but I will come back, Crosshair. I won’t let you be alone again.” 

Crosshair waits until he knows she’s gone before he releases a shaky breath. He rubs harshly at his eyes. He hasn’t cried for Mayday. He won’t cry now. 

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

They’ve been in hyperspace for a couple hours now. 

Crosshair sits on the floor of the main hold, Batcher’s head in his lap while he strokes the hound’s smooth, leathery skin. He listens to the rumble of his brothers’ voices in the cockpit, Omega’s melodic voice occasionally chiming in. He imagines this is what it was like before, when the Batch first got Omega. In all the time he has known her, even before he liked or cared or… loved her, Omega has always had something to say, something to contribute. He remembers it annoyed him, but the emotion attached to the memory feels foreign and ugly. He hates that it used to be that way, but he cannot deny that it was. 

It was the chip, he reminds himself. After that, his own stubbornness butting up against Omega’s persistence. Regret constricts around the muscle in his chest, memories of the cruel and harsh words he’d used on Tantiss to push Omega away. He can’t remember exactly when he’d given up the effort, resigning to be talked at relentlessly until it became something he ached for. When she’d go days without coming to his cell, he began to worry for her, straining to hear the light tread of her footsteps. 

Those familiar light steps approach him now, but Crosshair doesn’t look up at his sister when she stops in front of him. 

“You look comfy,” Omega says. 

“Yeah, the floor of a ship is luxurious,” Crosshair retorts. 

“I was talking to Batcher,” Omega responds, deadpan. 

Crosshair rolls his eyes, but smirks in spite of himself. 

Omega moves to slide down next to him. “You’ve been quiet since we left the base.” 

“Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to talk constantly.”

“Fine. You’ve been quieter than usual. Happy?” 

“Ecstatic.” 

Omega turns so that she’s leaning her back against his arm, head tipped against his shoulder. “Is that where you met Mayday?” 

Crosshair stiffens, his hand freezing in place on Batcher’s head. He swallows. He could try to lie, or at the very least, brush the question off. Seconds of indecision tick by, Omega patiently waiting Crosshair out. She’ll know if he lies. 

“Yes,” Crosshair mutters at last. 

Omega hums. “I saw the helmets. Hunter said he saw you picking them up.” 

When did he tell you that? Crosshair wants to demand, but the question catches in his throat, giving Omega time to continue uninterrupted. 

“I’m sorry for what happened there,” she says, softly. “It must have been hard to go back.” 

Crosshair shrugs, purposely jostling Omega’s head resting against him, making her huff. “It is what it is,” he tells her. 

“Tell me about him?” The question is gently put, a small voice guarded for rejection. 

Crosshair sighs. “There’s not much to tell. I didn’t know him for long.” 

“Long enough to care about him,” Omega says. 

“Hmmm,” Crosshair concedes. He hesitates a moment before saying, “I guess he reminded me of our brothers...”

Omega nods, head bumping against his arm. 

“There was an avalanche,” Crosshair continues, voice low, throat tight. “We were both injured, but Mayday had the worst of it. He…” Crosshair swallows. “He wanted me to leave him behind, said he wouldn’t make it. He was right, in the end, but I tried anyway. We got to the base, but they wouldn’t help him.”  

Omega reaches back, her fingers finding his hand and wrapping around it. Her grip tightens. He squeezes back. 

“I wish I could have met him,” Omega whispers, and Crosshair knows she means it. 

Blinking back the burning sensation that suddenly impairs his vision, Crosshair mutters, “Me too.”

He hasn’t cried for Mayday. 

He won’t cry now. 

END

Wow! Already to day 3 of Angst-pril, and my time has come to join the collaboration alongside @the-little-moment & @just-here-with-my-thoughts!

(If you haven't already, you NEED to go read their stories for the prompts Homesick and Frozen!!!)

My next prompt is: "This isn't going to work."

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[your-mommy-ems]

i think its hilarious that my brother likes to listen to the clean versions of taylor swift songs but oop he also listens to kanye-

[notedgyanymore]

DP x DC soulmate au

Ghosts can see the red string of fate and can feel how close they are to their soulmate, Danny, now 21 decides that's time to finally let his core guide him, so he can find his soulmate, after a lot of city hopping he arrives at his final destination Gotham city, there he meets his match the anti-hero vigilant Jason Todd, they quickly fall in love and develop a connection that neither of them has ever felt before.

Okay, so far so good, so what's the problem exactly? Well, Jason has never fully healed from what happened to him, he wants to get better and reconnect with his family, but he can't, not when the man who has killed him is still on the streets completely unpunished.

Jason cannot comprehend why his father hasn't tried to avenge him, or why he seems so eager to defend Joker when Jason tries to end his life. Unfortunately for Jason, Danny knows the truth since ghosts always know who the soulmates of the people around them are, that being said Danny feels conflicted after all how is he supposed to explain to Jason that Batman's soulmate is, in fact, the Joker?

[lurafita]

AU. Malec, lots of backstory and "it's complicated" good! Camille.

Okay, basically Buffy the vampire slayer, but with lots of differences, and set after the theoretical series. (You will hopefully understand what I mean)(almost all characters are adults! The teenage vampire slaying is part of the origin story.) Camille is the vampire slayer. She meets Alec, Izzy, and Jace when she saves them from being sacrificed by a satanist cult in New York. Unable to close their eyes to the hidden world that has opened to them, the three want to help her. Camille is reluctant to accept their help and companionship at first, but they wear her down. For 2 years, they form a pretty good team. But then a prophecy is revealed, or a great calamity hinted at, or someone gets a vision or something, which demands the slayer turn back to (insert fantasy town here), - let's call it Dawnsbury for now. The town where she finished her highschool, did most of her slayer duty, and was a kinda really mean entitled bitch of a teenager. She had had a team then as well. Fellow classmates and others, eager to help and support her. One of them most of all. Raphael, the souled vampire with his crytpic advice and fighting prowess. Simon, the nerdy computer geek with his research skills and misplaced hero worship. Sweet Magnus. Whose life she saved when they met. Who fell in love with her. Who did everything for her. Who learned magic for her. And who she used and abused and betrayed and abandoned. A past full of regrets, that she had done her best to outgrow, (and run from). But of course she had to go back. Of course her new team accompanies her. Of course her old team is still there. Of course they, especially Magnus, want nothing to do with her. Of course Alec falls in love with Magnus basically from the get go.

[thepenultimateword]

Prompt #167

Villain smiled at the squeal of the door hinges. Hero was always so polite. No breaking walls or kicking down doors for them. They entered through a proper entrance every time.

They took a deep breath before spinning around on their heel. “Ah, Hero, so good of you to— Who are you?”

The figure standing before them was definitely a hero. They had the agency emblem embroiderer into their orange and black suit—a fire gifted then. But they weren’t their hero.

“Oh!” The hero ceased cranking their head all around the room and gave a weak wave. “I’m Other Hero. You’re new assigned nemesis.”

“B-but what happened to Hero? Are they ok?”

An entirely forced smile graced Other Hero’s lips. . “They’re fine. They’re just…creeped out by you…aaaand they don’t want to see you anymore. Anyway, moving on, what’s that scary looking thing the corner? Maybe you oughta give me a monologue?”

“I-I don’t understand,” Villain said. “I only said I liked them; I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even touch them unless we were fighting. D-did they give a reason? Can you tell me what I did? Maybe I can apologize and—“

“Villain.”

Other Hero’s stood mere feet away, their expression dropped serious.

“Hero’s asked for a reassignment. And they’re not coming back. And whether they discomfort they felt around you is deserved or not, that was their decision. Pursuing them further isn’t going to change how they feel about you. Now. If you’d like some time to process this, I can just smash that whatever-it-is and leave. But if you want to fight, let’s fight.”

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2024

Day 13. “You weren’t supposed to get hurt”

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Prank goes too far, maybe the victim breaks their ankle when stepping into a pitfall the prankers built, or starts to have a heart attack when jump scared, or their pants set on fire when stomping out a flaming bag of you know what at their doorstep and they get third degree burns.

[emryslikefrombbcmerlin]

Endings are inevitable my love. Even the Gods are mortal in the face of cessation.

- EmrysLore

[antaresr]

I don't usually post my fic ideas, but I need to get this out before I cry.

Unrequited love gemshipping and enemies to friends to lovers casteshipping.

After coming back to life, TKB stays with Ryou, they go through the whole "you hurt me" and "I know, I'm sorry" process and become friends, but TKB starts to feel things for his only friend in the world.

Since TKB has never experienced a healthy and serious relationship, he doesn't know what the hell to do, so he does his best to show Ryou that he loves him, but Ryou believes that everything TKB does is because they are friends.

After a while Ryou arrives with TKB and tells him that there is someone he likes, that he is going out with that someone and hopes for the best, TKB, after considering how much he screwed up Ryou's life, bites his tongue and gives his full support because Ryou deserves to be happy.

Of course TKB needs someone to vent to, but there's no one else to go to except Atem, who could understand how after thousands of years he feels something for someone.

He then goes to Atem, who at first doesn't understand why TKB is talking to him, until TKB starts crying, which breaks Atem's heart because he can see how much TKB is suffering from his first broken heart, so he lets him stay in his house/apartment and take care of him.

TKB is very depressed, he questions if this is what he deserves after everything he did, if that is his punishment, he wonders if he doesn't deserve to be loved, he cries almost every day, if he is not crying he is asleep, Atem is not can do nothing but try to get him to eat and clean himself, sometimes if he's lucky he succeeds.

One day Atem enters TKB's room, sits next to him on the bed, neither of them says anything, TKB continues crying and Atem puts his hand on TKB's head, his hair is softer than he expected and he gives him cuddling, TKB falls asleep and Atem too, somehow they end up holding hands.

After a while TKB begins to improve, as well as his friendship with Atem, then he begins to think of Atem as more than a friend, traumatized with his first failed romantic experience, he withdraws into himself again, Atem worries about him again but this time TKB tries to evade him.

Atem at some point gets fed up and confronts TKB, TKB starts apologizing over and over again, Atem tries to console him but it only makes things worse, then TKB apologizes for loving him and Atem stands in shock while hugging TKB.