#qpr prompts

[moonjelly-prompts]

running away together

writing prompts

Hiding out in a cafe together on the first day out, frantically making a plan.

^ Leaving without paying for the drinks; one character leaves a little note behind that says, "sorry! thank you!" This may or may not come back to bite them all.

Diguising themselves with big bulky jackets and some box hair dye. Maybe they end up looking a bit ridiculous in the process.

^ They barely recognize themselves in the mirror. It feels good.

Finding a small alcove to hide in together. It's cramped and there's a corner digging into a character's side, but it's cozy enough if you squint.

Sacrificing someone's shirt/jacket to make bandages, patching up someone's wounds.

Putting their hands over eachother's mouths when they need to be quiet.

^ "Be quiet." "No, YOU be-" "SHH!"

Despite all odds, even with the future uncertain, they finally feel safe sitting next to their loved ones.

art prompts

It starts raining, and the group fights eachother to stand underneath the tallest person's jacket.

Characters in diguise, covering up notable features in odd ways.

Hiding from the person/people who are looking for them.

One character holding another, offering comfort.

Traveling; riding in a train, or sitting atop the roof of a car.

Sitting in front of a fire together.

Drawing from the perspective of a security camera.

[loreofthegayuma]

Multiple People Living Together Prompts

1. Superstitions about mirrors facing the door

Character A: why do we still have that mirror there? I thought we decided to get rid of it Character B: no. we agreed that superstitions are bullshit Character A: we did not!! we're supposed to keep that away!! Character C: we NEED an accessible mirror! not all us choose to look shit everyday! *Character A, B, and C argues* Character D: *removes an unimportant painting from the wall then hangs the mirror there as everyone continues to argue* Character E: *walks in the room with the 3 arguing and ignores it to look at where D stands* I LIKE THE NEW PLACEMENT!! Character A, B, C: Character A, B, C: Character B: *fake hurt* you're taking their side, D?! after I gave you my fries last week?!!

2. Bathroom line

Character C (known to take at least 1 hour baths): *shouts to everyone* I'm taking a bath (trying to tell everyone to use the room first before they do) Character A, E: *races each other to the bathroom* Character D (known to also use the bathroom for a slightly longer time): *gets up to follow A and B* Character B: *holds their shoulder* get a number, nerd. (trying to say that they're going first) Character D: *thumbs up*

3. Whose shirt is this?

Character D: *gets in the room holding a shirt* hey, whose top is this? Character C: *sighs* yours Character D: ?!?!! Character C: Character D: Character C: Character D: are... are you sure? Character C (knows everyone's clothes very well and have better memory than D): *tired stare*

4. Why do you know how to do that?

Character A: so how did you know how to do [thing]? autistic reasons? Character D: poverty reasons Character A: *nods* yeah. that'll do it.

[zerolostwalks]

QPR Prompts

(Created with @daintyduck99)

Scenarios

The most rejuvenating cuddles 

Trying something new together 

Basically having their own language 

Helping each other in the kitchen 

Bringing them along for the most mundane tasks to make them fun

^ Making them too fun and getting banned from an establishment 

One shyly asking the other to move in with them, only for them to enthusiastically accept 

More and more creative  pet/nicknames passing between them 

Silently slipping cold hands in the other's pockets/sweater 

So much clothes swapping/sharing that it's hard to say whose is whose

That One Thing is off limits to everyone but them 

Hanging out late at night when the world's a little sleepy and weird 

Getting through/going on long drives together 

Getting good news and dropping everything to tell them immediately 

Inside jokes that could never possibly make sense to anyone else, leaving others bewildered 

Dialogue

“I'm proud of you.” 

“I can’t do this without you.”

 “You’re not just a friend.”

���Would it be weird if we got married?” “Was that a proposal?”

“You know I adore you, right?”

[abcprompts]

QPR prompts

because why romance when queer platonic?

scenarios:

X reading a bedtime story and Y falling asleep in their arms

X being romance-repulsed and Y being alloro, and the two of them communicating and figuring out something that works for both of them

X and Y discussing whether to (or how to) ask Z to join their QPR

X and Y getting married (queerplatonically), and laughing as they write their vows side by side, making fun of romantic cliches

dialogues:

"this doesn't feel quite... right, does it? This romance thing?"

"there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about"

"can I touch you here? or here? how about here?"

"no, they don't like me like that. yes, I'm sure"

"I love you so so much, but please never do that again"

I want what they have

feel free to use, with or without tagging me!

[qpr-prompts]

Prompt Sub!!

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Character A and Character B put a record on and have a little dance to a song, it's an intimate and quiet moment, and Character A- not knowing how to express their feelings- kisses B. They'd pull away and realize it's not for them, and B just laughs about their shared little awkward experience.

-qpr-prompts

[daintyduck99]

Silently slipping cold hands in the other's pockets/sweater for Alex&anyone because that hoodie is begging for it

Alex is no stranger to getting hugged from behind by his partners; he can typically tell who it is by their shape and touch alone.

The wiry body that snuggles into his and the hands that nimbly slip into Alex's hoodie pocket, hands that are freezing even through Alex's layers, are Reggie’s.

His arms, now neatly tucked under Alex's, are unusually bare, and Alex sighs softly, knowing that Reggie hears the little smile in it as Alex continues to cook breakfast.

“What happened to your flannel, hon?”

Reggie mumbles into Alex's hoodie, most likely blushing as he says, “Julie fell back asleep on the sofa, and she looked cold.”

Alex shakes his head, still smiling. That's just like Reggie: generous to a fault.

“So you came to leech heat from me instead of curling up with her? I know for a fact that we've got blankets in there.”

Reggie hums, snuggling deeper into Alex, which makes him nearly unintelligible.

“Gotta spread the love equally, ‘Lex.”

Luke chimes in, then, his footfall and voice still a bit rough and sleep-heavy.

“And Julie doesn't have bacon.”

“Okay,” Alex says through a huffy laugh as Luke piles on too, squishing Reggie between them and making mobility impossible, “I see how it is. But if you don't let go of me, there's a chance I'll burn it.”

They let go like they've been burned, and Alex bites down on his smile before it can become a full blown-grin as they shuffle over to the table. Alex would bet his drum kit that they squeeze into the same chair.

The flannel-covered arms that firmly wind around his waist minutes later are Julie's, and Alex lets her steal a piece of bacon, which immediately makes Luke whine.

“What?” she says teasingly, helping as Alex starts plating things. “I said please.”

Reggie “whispers,” “She definitely didn't.”

Bickering and laughter abound, and in the middle of it all, with the table mostly set, Alex pauses to remove his hoodie and deposit it in Reggie’s lap.

Reggie, just having moved to his own chair, looks up with wide eyes and a slow-spreading smile. “Thank you.”

Alex shrugs, smiling back, and takes the opportunity to ruffle his already-messy hair.

“Gotta spread the love, right?”

“Not like that!” Reggie protests, but it's with a giggle, and the foot that playfully pokes Alex's shin as he sits is definitely his.

[somie]

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[sillywizardvoice]

absolutely LOVE the character dynamic where whatever they have going on seems to transcend words. transcend lifetimes even. they are not lovers, or friends, or siblings, but a secret more brilliant thing that would bring them together in every possible universe. like these two are a matched set, one cannot exist without the other. and that’s the way it is and will always be.

I eat that shit up every time.

[mousy-nona]

If you're still accepting prompts: Lucifer and Alastor are getting closer and closer, and Lucifer makes it clear he's interested in Alastor sexually. Alastor's uninterested in sex with anyone, but goes along with it because he thinks that's what he's supposed to do in a relationship. Lucifer stops when he realizes Alastor's dissociating through the whole thing.

They fell together like a storm. Furiously, without regard for those who might be caught in it. It started with a few raindrops – a few petty insults here and there, nothing too serious. But before they knew it, they had graduated to psy-ops (oh dear, your favorite duck is gone? You must learn to take better care of your things!), campaigns of terror that sent the residents of the hotel fleeing for cover, and full-on fist fights.

And finally, during one of those fights, they found the eye of the storm: an accidental brush of the lips. So quick, so innocent. Easy to brush off as if nothing had happened. 

But Lucifer found his heart was beating so fast it felt like a buzzing in his ears, and he knew he had found the truth of it. The reason why Alastor’s presence was like a perpetual itch he couldn’t scratch. Why he couldn’t take his eyes off of the demon whenever he was in the room. 

So he kissed him again (furiously) and Alastor had kissed him back (tentatively). 

Things didn’t change much after that. But Lucifer found himself making excuses to touch him, his fingers trailing a second or two longer on his chest when he grabbed his shirt during a fight, or lingering at his back when he pushed him out of the way. There were more of those sweeter moments too – cups of coffee shared in silence as they watched the morning sun rise over Pentagram City, reading together in front of the fire when everyone else had gone to bed, Alastor making biting (but helpful) comments as Lucifer glanced over the agenda for the annual Hell Assembly. Lucifer started moving some of the stuff from his workshop to Alastor’s studio, and when Alastor worked on his script for his next radio show, Lucifer would tinker with his experiments. And Alastor only got a little mad when he accidentally set the curtains on fire. 

They fell together so naturally that Lucifer didn’t even realize he had fallen in love until he found himself making Alastor a cup of coffee just the way Alastor liked it – black as sin, with cinammon sprinkled in – and he turned around to find Alastor had made him a cup just the way Lucifer liked it – a healthy splash of milk with five sugars. It was automatic, a thoughtless habit born of a hundred mornings where they’d done the exact same thing. 

“What?” Alastor asked.

“I’d like to keep you forever.” 

“What?” Alastor repeated.

“I love you, you idiot.” 

Alastor didn’t say it back for several weeks. Lucifer tried not to let it affect him, because love was freely given and Alastor didn’t have any obligation to love him the same, but Lord in Heaven it hurt. Were the rumors true? Was he really heartless? 

Then one night, when Lucifer was bent over a particularly difficult blueprint, he found the room had gone eerily silent. He glanced over at Alastor, who, instead of studying the current events in Hell for his latest broadcast, was staring at him with an intensity that made him nervous.

“What do you want?” 

Alastor melted into the shadows, and reappeared inches away. 

“Alastor, what in the world–” 

“Hush.” Alastor pressed the very edge of his claw against his mouth. “That’s quite enough out of you. I’m trying to concentrate.”

On what? Lucifer thought. 

Suddenly, Alastor leaned forward, and their lips met. It was just as delicious as the last time, and Lucifer felt himself melting into the kiss. Then Alastor’s tongue prodded against his lips, asking for entrance. Lucifer gave it, letting out an embarrassing moan as the taste of smoke and freshly roasted coffee and the barest hint of spice invaded his mind. He pushed forward, toppling them both onto the ground as his hand brushed against the hem of Alastor’s shirt. 

And Alastor, for his part, did…nothing. He didn’t touch him back, but he didn’t push him away either. Lucifer took that as a win and brushed his fingers across the bare, smooth skin of Alastor’s stomach. 

Alastor stiffened, his muscles locking in place. Lucifer glanced up, breaking their kiss. “Is everything okay?” He asked gently. 

Alastor’s expression was as unfathomable as the deep, but he nodded. “I thought I told you not to talk.”

Lucifer frowned. “Are you sure–” 

Alastor leapt forward, their mouths crashing into each other again. “Don’t. Talk.” He hissed in between desperate, ragged breaths. Lucifer groaned and resumed his exploration, running his hands up and down the hard planes of Alastor’s chest, his broad shoulders, his thin waist, his hard hips – so different from Lilith’s voluptuous curves, but different was good. His pulse fluttered like a bird’s as he reached for Alastor’s belt and started tugging. 

“Alastor,” he moaned, arching up to see if Alastor was feeling as good as he was – and abruptly stopped moving.

Alastor looked…empty. Far away. His eyes were like glass marbles, staring past and through Lucifer into the quiet darkness beyond.

Lucifer hissed and jerked away. Alastor stirred, as if rousing himself from a deep sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer nearly snarled. “If you hated it, you should have told me! You didn’t need to put yourself through this!” A bitter taste filled his mouth. His hands felt dirty somehow, and he held them behind his back, as if that would somehow make them both forget what had just happened.

“I don’t hate it,” Alastor insisted.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” 

“It wasn’t terrible,” he amended.

“Fantastic,” Lucifer groaned. “I’m just going to – I’ll just see myself out, shall I?” He tried to escape to the safety of his room, but Alastor’s hand wrapped around his wrist, holding him tightly in place. 

“But this is what people do, isn’t it?” He huffed, his strange red eyes gleaming with an emotion that Lucifer had never seen on him before. “When you–” He broke off, as if he couldn’t quite make himself say it. “When they’re like us,” he finally finished. 

“Like us?” Understanding hit him like a lightning strike. “Oh. Alastor, did you do all this because I told you I loved you?”

“And I…feel similarly for you,” he choked out, looking like he was contemplating jumping out the window while he said it. “And people who feel this way –” 

“Alastor, this is you and me.” Gently, so as not to scare him away, Lucifer held his hand and pressed it to his heart. “When have we ever done things the way other people do? That’s the beauty of relationships – we can write our own rules, and to hell with what other people might think. Besides, we’re not exactly the conventional couple. I think I hate you almost as much as I love you. And now I know you love me too. You put your own comfort aside to try and make us work.” He swallowed, running his finger along Alastor’s sharp jawline. A love he hadn’t known since the Fall filled his spirit, and the room lit up with a gentle golden glow. “Thank you.” 

The relief emanating from Alastor was nearly palpable. He swallowed, then wrapped his hand around Lucifer’s. “One small correction.” 

“What’s that?”

“I think I hate you more than I love you.” 

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Of course you do. Tacky prick."

"It takes one to know one."

[the-writing-mobster]

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[employee052]

turns out a brief moment of feeling ok doesnt mean im done grieving

anywho, heres a vent doodle with a pose i saw online, might not reblog the road trip thread posts for a bit (i feel bad for not being able to participate in my own trend but as long as people enjoyed it then i dont mind all too much)

i dont wanna call it a break bc i cant help but be on tumblr, but things might go quiet in terms of art or me talking.

hope yall are doin well today/tonight/timezone n ill see yall when i see you :3

[moonjelly-prompts]

A character undergoes a transformation into something monsterous—metaphorically or literally—and their family is there to love them anyway.

[cleocatrablossy]

Unfinished comic-y thing for day 4!

Prompts: Forehead Kiss/Reunion/Superhero

I saw forehead kiss and reunion and realized it was literally cannon to my pirate au. I’ll finish this eventually.

[qprconcepts]

not in one but i love writing them.

"what are we" qpp + "if you call us friends or lovers i am going to throw up" qpp

!!!!!!

(also don’t have to be in one to write prompts)

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

fix ideas (feel free to steal)

- santabarbara 1 where shawn stays over for "72 whole hours" which turns into a week to 2 weeks to he's just there now :)

- alternatively henry still gets shot and juliet locks him in the apartment/ gives him some kind of ultimatum to get him to stay for his own safety

^^^any of the above + whump. im too tired to figure out how exactly but there's something whumpy there i promise

- shules "im gonna kiss you on the mouth now" but it's not on her mouth

- better written ikea scene where juliet actually tells shawn she wants him to move in

- lassie debriefing a teddy bear (it's not a teddy bear. he's my stenographer. in case this comes up in court and i need alibi or something (it's a teddy bear)) about how shawn grabbed his ass

- shawn flirts relentlessly with juliet as she patches up his gunshot wound while waiting for ems to arrive

- shawn tries to braid juliet's hair

- some reason please for why jules cur her hair. was it undercover? did she and shawn get really drunk one night? she did it after the ikea furniture scene so was she just mad at shawn for being an ass?

- she calls him mr. spencer

- them going back to his hotel after despereaux in season 5

- shawn getting drunk as shit and telling gus he loves him, gus wildly misunderstands and tells shawn he loves him too, and shawn goes in for a kiss

- juliet goes on a blind date and it turns out to be a girl. ""worse"" yet it's her old partner from miami and their chemistry is still there

- lassie asks if dating shawn means he's dating gus as well and gus decides now is the perfect time to practice his patented three-way kiss (slight crack ik this isn't how polyamory works but it also sounds like gus so-)

- usually lassiter can get anything out of a suspect with just a little time in the interrogation room, but this time not only will the thief not admit to shoplifting, he also doesn't pick up on how desperately carlton wants his number. for uh- police .. work. yeah. i need to know his phone for. official interrogation business. shawn watches from the one-way mirror

- juliet tries very hard to wing man for lassie but unless he stops. talking. about the goddamn federal reserve he's on his own

- juliet has cats. i fear we keep forgetting this but it's referenced in 1x02

okay i really truly need to go to bed now but i have so many of these im so normal about this show

(shules things: "im going to kiss you on the mouth now"; "big fat kisses"; shawn calls her sweetheart; juliet's voice getting higher when he's being sweet/sexy)

[fangirlingpuggle]

Sleep deprived dumb staticradio AU idea/fic prompt.

So when Vox upgraded himself and his head he left someone himself inside the other old TV head unknowingly and then for some reason like he created a backup of his data for some reason or by repressing his feelings and such it created a surge of energy his old TV head gains sentience and so there are 2 Voxs. This old Vox taking 1 look at his newer counterpart and the Vees and going Fuck that.

When Vox upgraded him losing some of himself or his memories and this Vox having that.

This Vox meeting back up with Alastor and the two falling back into the QPR relationship they previously had (The newer Vox not realizing they had been in a QPR relationship)

New Vox being so jealous of himself and Old Vox is just sitting there with Al like ‘wow…newer technology really does get more stupid huh’