#prpmpt

[felibrary]

hello guys, sorry for being inactive in the past few days. im sick rn so I barely have any strength to do anything. but dw! I'll post another aventurine one shot soon + a dckm drabble upon request from @tutubie 🙏

[fixomnia-scribble]

* Reblogging to do later!

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

[puhpandas]

FAZBEAR FRIGHTS FANS plz send me some fazbear frights ficlet prpmpts i rlly wanna make stuff for the characters

[druidx]

What should I work on next?

Once again, no pitch only vibes.

[dru-plays-starbound]

Dru's 2022 Starbound Fic Roundup

Quick Stats

Fics added to the WIP pile this year: 9 Fics completed this year: 8 Fics remaining on the WIP pile: 7 Total W/C this year for Starbound Fics: 11,634

Fic Popularity

I've measured this as an amalgamation between Tumblr Notes and AO3's Kudos. Most - A Place No Good Man Should Go Least - While the Sun Shines

Work I'm most proud of

Tales of the Starbound: The Barkeep's Tale The Barkeep's Tale was started in 2015, and while admittedly it was part of a NaNo and I knew then it wasn't perfect, I thought it was reasonably well crafted. But when I rewrote it - nearly from scratch - and read it back, I realised just how much I've improved - mostly in the last 2 years.

Work that still shows I'm learning

I think my SB fics are all of the same reasonable quality (except While the Sun Shines - I wrote that while sick so it doesn't count), so maybe it's one of the WIPs that I'm struggling to bring into being, such as SBSP prpmpt greenfinger.

Work I think should have gotten more love

Tales of the Starbound: The Barkeep's Tale. As noted I'm very proud of it, and it took a lot more effort to perfect than the others, so I'm a little disappointed it didn't do as well. Maybe I should have added a screenshot…

[brandycranby]

miss ma'am what characters are u writing for rn? 🖐🏻😶

just wanted to reiterate that you can always send me prompts for seven sentence drabbles unless i explicitly tell you otherwise 🫶🏼

[rule0]

Writing prpmpt causing imminse psycological damage

The water didnt go down when i flushed, only up

[lunatic-moss-studio]

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET! Managed to finish today's drawing as well~ Prompt: Dream @alizzerrit #merdarkstory

[incorrect-quotes-from-she-ra]

i’m thinking of creating a tag for things that i answer... like idk #leo answers stuff maybe? i’ve been getting more asks recently and this might be a good way to keep track of em cause it’s getting tangled with the #leo talks tag.... 

[thistaletasty]

Snow (Day 2)

Notes: This prompt from @drawlight 's Advent Calendar got away from me. It started out as a simple idea about Crowley's first snow but my brain kept asking questions like "Where are they?" and "What are they even doing there?" I'm still not satisfied with the answers, nor have I edited this as extensively as I prefer, but neither of those are the point of this exercise.

54 BC - Gaul

Crowley patted the cheek of the soldier, who had filled her cup with the dark local beer, in thanks.  Then she leaned conspiratorially close and dropped a few whispered words, pointing out the strapping youth across the hall, with braids in their hair and an unmaidenly interest in swords.

The Roman army had settled into the small town a few weeks after the autumn equinox and had been there a month now.  Crowley was there with the camp women ostensibly to tempt the soldiers to lust, but she was having a much more success matchmaking Romans with the locals.  After all, she reasoned, it was illegal for soldiers to marry, so every wedding was an act of rebellion - a sin far greater than simple lust. Best of all, Aziraphale didn’t seem to mind, he even performed a few of the secret weddings.  Between the two of them they had helped almost twenty soldiers disappear into the countryside with a new beloved in just the few short months Crowley had been following the army.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, had been here for three years.  He’d crossed the Alps with the main army. Crowley had been in Ethiopia at the time.  Never one to say no to the sea, Crowley had come to Gaul via ship to the mediterrianian southern shore, before heading north.  By the time Crowley had caught up to the army, Aziraphale had developed a weariness around his eyes that Crowley hadn’t seen since the flood.  But he had smiled when he saw Crowley, and if performing secret weddings brought a glimmer back to his eye, well that was just an added bonus and definitely not Crowley’s primary motivation for anything.

With the soldier’s interest distracted, Crowley returned to Aziraphale near the fire.  He cut a striking figure in his legionnaire’s uniform, with the red edging on his tunic and his heavy fur cloak.  He was looking at the couple Crowley had paired up.

“How do you do that?” he asked.  “Know how to match two people up.  Look at them. They’re already starting to glow with love.”

Crowley turned to look at the couple. “I don’t know, I just -” she pursed her lips and squinted. “Their desires make … mirror shapes. Like they fill in each other’s gaps.”

Aziraphale shook his head, with a small smile. “I’m still not sure how that qualifies as a sin.”

Crowley growled.  “I told you, angel.  It’s disobedience and oath-breaking and -”

“Yes, I know all that part,” Aziraphale interrupted. “I just don’t know how this part - two people loving each other, making each other happy - is a sin.”  He was still gazing at the couple and was beginning to look a little starry eyed.

“Give ‘em forty minutes,” Crowley grumbled into her drink. “And it’s gonna look plenty sinful.” She drained her cup and stood up.  “Come on, let’s go.” With the nights getting tragically cold, she had wanted to stay near the fire for as long as possible, but if Aziraphale’s face got any softer she was going to hurl.  She ducked out the door, steeling herself against the cold. Outside though she stopped in surprise.

At first she thought something was on fire.  The air was full of ash. No, no, it wasn’t ash.  The flakes were whiter. She held out a hand and a few bits landed on her fingers.  It didn’t smear like ash. It turned to … water?

“What the fuck?” Crowley announced.

Aziraphale chuckled from where he had come to stand beside her.  “It’s snow. It’s snowing.”

“Snow?” Crowley repeated doubtfully.

“This far north,” Aziraphale explained, looking at the dark sky. “It gets cold enough that water freezes.  It turns from a liquid into a solid. When the rain freezes, it becomes snowflakes. Tiny crystals.”

“What. The.  Fuck.” Crowley reiterated with more venom.  “It’s so cold that the splashy, sloshy stuff becomes rocks?”

Aziraphale chuckled again.  “I suppose so.”

“No,” Crowley said flatly.

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows and hummed questioningly.

“I am not staying here for months while the water is all ... rocks.” She shivered and pulled her shawl tighter. 

Aziraphale smiled fondly. “Come on,” he said as he lifted the edge of his heavy cloak and draped it around Crowley, tucking her under his arm and close to his body. “Let’s get you someplace warm.”

The white fur was soft on Crowley’s cheek and inside the cloak was significantly warmer than the air outside. They both stood there for a moment, looking at each other and thinking about a wall long ago and another shelter of white Aziraphale had offered, another storm.

Here is warm. Crowley thought. I could stay here. Instead she grumbled “I’ll start a rebellion if I have to. Then we could both go someplace warm.”

“Maybe so,” Aziraphale replied as they started off across the town, through the gently falling snow.

Definitely so. Crowley’s thoughts drifted back to the youth with the interest in swords and some of the things she’d heard them say.  But for now, she huddled closer to Aziraphale’s warmth, safe - for a little while - from the wind and the bitingly cold crystals in the air and anything else any storm might throw at them.  

[fedoraphe]

i wanna contribute to oCTO BE R

[prompt-dealer]

Prompt 121

“When will we get there? If it’s not soon, I’ll die of boredom.”

“Ask one more time and it won’t be boredom that kills you.”

[the-modern-typewriter]

Dark fairy prompts???

“If you love, just me go. Please.”“You are light,” the fairy crooned, “in a world long since gone dark. Warmth in coldness.” They caressed their prize - humanity as delicate as a candle easily pinched and snuffed out. “How could I not keep you?” And, if light and warmth came to the Winter Court to wither and die, then flowers had short shelf lives and more could always be found to brighten the fairy’s home for a while. 

[plotsandpromptsforall]

Story Starter 19

While coming up with new recipes on your cooking show, you accidentally summon a demon who becomes your co-host.

[yeeharley]

are you taking prpmpts??

hi, anon! yeah, i am, but i’ve got a lot in my inbox atm and my christmas series has my attention right now, so i won’t start them until after christmas:)

[glimmerglanger]

will any of Obi-Wan and Anakin's kids in agaptfaa get the adorable red Kenobi hair?

Anakin thinks they better! Joking aside, i think Luke gets a reddish tinge to the blond and two of the triplets have variably red one (one matches obi-wan) :D i have some agptfaa prpmpts that i think I'm getting up tomorrow fingers crossed