#send me some prompts

[tabbytabbytabby]

Posting my updated Bad Things Happen Bingo card, if anyone wants to send me any of these. Pairings: Bucktommy, Jevan, Jeddie, Tommy/Josh, Buddietommy, Buck/Tommy/Josh, Steddie, Creelson, Sterek, Thiam, Lokius, Therek, Miam, Nisaac, Morey, Steo, Scott/Nolan, Danny/Greenberg (or any Greenberg pairing), LawRusso, Keenoskowitz, and Merthur. And that’s just naming a few. I’ll also do gen, and have a soft spot for Laura Hale and Jenna Geyer. I'm also open to doing crossover pairings as well. 

Any questions, feel free to ask 😊. I just feel like writing some angst, and this has always been good at inspiring me. Also, if you don’t like/want major character death, please tell me when sending a prompt because things happen and it helps to know. 

[9haharharley1]

Welp

The plant I work overnights at has lost water to the entire site, meaning all our tools are shut down, and manufacturing is at a standstill until we get it back.

Feel free to send some asks or prompts from previous posts, I should have some time to scribble something out!!

Edit: looks like the plant's not coming back up tonight. I'm heading home early for once! Keep your prompts coming, I'll get around to them eventually!!!

[mmxxviii]

everyone is talking about the sub dm prompt but i need everyone to know this will stick with me forever

i can’t stop watching it

[benevolenterrancy]

(Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett) I think Shang Qinghua and Ponder Stibbons should have tea and compare notes about somehow accumulating so much behind-the-scenes power by doing menial jobs no one else wants that they could basically run the show if they wanted...

meanwhile we have Shen "meh good enough" Qingqiu

[leclerity]

stupid gets you killed

Charles Leclerc x Girlfriend!Reader count: 1.1k words summary: Charles and you have an emotional conversation after his reckless driving at a race. a/n: a short but angsty one, with a happy ending!

It could’ve been the end.

The way it felt, it almost was.

You watch as the red of the Ferrari and the green of the Aston Martin come close, inches apart, with Stroll nearly putting it in the back of your boyfriend’s car. Everyone around you gasps and for a split second, you see them touch and Charles’s car fly off into the grandstands – but that doesn’t happen. They don’t touch. Charles drives away unscathed, though you know that won’t be the end of it.

“That was too close,” says Arthur, shaking his head at the screen.

“He won’t like this too much,” you say and grab a pair of headphones lying around, listening in.

Everything is okay with the car, Bryan Bozzi says.

That was not okay! Charles screams. Who does he think he is?! Driving like an idiot… He should know better!

Keep your head calm, you’ve got forty laps to go.

You take off the headphones and tell Arthur what you just overheard. He shakes his head again, but you both know there’s nothing the two of you can do about it. Charles has been under pressure, ready to burst at any given moment, running second in the championship with maybe—maybe—a chance at something more. Anything that threatens it… Well, it throws him off.

You’re just waiting for the moment it happens.

The race keeps running, you listen in to the radio every so often, and his complaints and agitation are getting more obvious. He’s driving riskier, not caring enough about tyre management, and there’s a few moments when his car gets a little too close to another car.

He finishes in fourth. It’s not where he wanted to be but it’s better than out of the race, you tell yourself. There was a few moments where you held your breath, waiting to see if the anger is going to slip into careless mistakes, and it made you angry. Your boyfriend is better than this.

When he finishes the race, you run straight into his arms. “You did so well! I’m proud of you.”

“I could’ve done better,” he says.

“I know,” you say, and kiss him again. “Next time.”

Charles kisses you, too, before going to speak to others in the garage, keeping one eye on you at all times. You know he’s being hard on himself, but you see his clenched jaw, sunken shoulders, and you know this is going to be a tougher one than usual.

He’s in your orbit the most of the evening, glancing at you even when he’s in the media pen. You can hear some of the questions he’s being asked and a lot of them are about the incident and about his dangerous driving he nearly got a penalty for, and you can already hear the regret in his voice. He looks at you every time it comes up, as if he already knows how much it upset you.

At your side, Arthur gives you a nudge. “Are you going to talk some sense into him when you’re back at the hotel?”

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet.”

“That was scary.”

You nod. “Too scary. I get the pressure and all, but…”

“Yeah,” Arthur says, “I don’t want to feel like I might lose my brother because he’s being angry and stupid.”

When you get home, you get dinner – he does the perfunctory celebrations and goes back to the hotel, where you’re waiting with him with your guys’ favourite takeaway. He had some time to hang out with the other drivers and now it’s time to hang out with you… But not before you give him a piece of mind.

He knows something’s wrong the moment he enters the hotel room.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you say.

He frowns. “Okay. You sure?”

You give him a long look.

Charles sits down next to you, looking exhausted but ready to devour the food – but he doesn’t. Instead, he sits with his elbows on his knees, hands held together. “It’s the race.”

“Mhm.”

“That’s why you’re giving me attitude.”

“Mhm.”

“Is it because of the Stroll incident?”

You shake your head. He should know better and he does, it will just take him a moment.

He sighs and leans into the couch, a defeated look on his face. “I should’ve handled it better, right?”

“Yeah.” You put a hand on his thigh. “Driving like that, Charles… You could’ve gotten hurt.”

“I would’ve been fine.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Babe—”

“Don’t babe me,” you say, shaking your head. “You got angry and…. Anger makes you stupid. Stupid gets you killed.”

Charles opens his mouth and closes it, knowing fair well that there’s nothing he could say in his defence that would make you change your mind. He sees it all on your face, you know it – the terror you’d gone through waiting to see if his anger will make him slip up, make a mistake; the threat of losing him.

He takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it, before placing it on his chest, right where his heart is. “Y/N,” he says, gently. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me.”

“I just… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know.”

“It frightens me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I just—The thought of you—”

“I know. C’mere.”

Charles gives your hand a gentle tug and then your head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you warm and safe. “I’m sorry for scaring you. My job is scary, but I shouldn’t make it any more difficult than it already is.”

He kisses the top of your head and you feel a few tears escaping down your cheeks, and he holds you even tighter.

“I’ll be less angry next time, I promise,” he whispers. “Less stupid. For you. Okay?”

You nod instead of answering, and he pulls your chin up with a gentle finger, and then he’s wiping your tears and kissing you gently, promising over and over again to never make you feel like that again – and he doesn’t.

[tervaneula]

These peepaws GAY

[rosehipsister]

May 1 - Startup

this was supposed to be a more simple and symbolical thing, but i painted a small belgard on one layer and i love her...

go check @15daysoffatt !

[wigglebox]

We’re soarin’, flyin’! ☀️🌈

[Instagram prompt: Cas relearning how to fly again with Dean’s help]

[akademiyas]

day 30: birthday!!!

happy birthday to this guy! thank u everyone for tagging along on this aprilluc journey <3 it's been fun

bonus version

[youwillfindilluminating]

I need a scene where karen has to get close with a random guy for a story or something and frank is insisting he's not jealous like it's fine but internally he's screaming, crying, throwing up

[starlling-writes]

To no surprise, a wide grin spread across the fae's face as my name left my lips.

But to their surprise, a smile also filled mine.

This gave the fae pause. The corners of their smile receded a fraction as the delight in their eyes turned to narrowed analysis. "Do you understand why I am smiling, human?"

"You've taken my name." Their smile vanished from the positivity in my tone. "But I'm guessing your question is more so why am I smiling.

"The name is yours now," I reiterated. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, taking a slow deep breath and exhaling with notable contentment. "That name—and all of responsibility tied to it—are now yours, not mine."

[thoughtfulreviewprincess]

Cuddles

It was December now which meant Winter.

And unfortunately for Sakura, she was in the middle for tonight. Now don't get her wrong, she enjoyed cuddling with her boys.

But being pressed up against Naruto and Sasuke with their arms around each other caging her in gave her little to no room at all.

Especially when one of their faces would be resting in the crook of her neck feeling their even breath as they slept whilst the other would be on top of her head.

Sometimes on the other side of her neck, therefore effectively trapping her on the bed.

Even worse was when their legs would be tangled up together. So she laid there stiffly trying to get what sleep she could.

And I know what your thinking, but it's Winter. Surely you would want to keep warm and yes it was. But the three would sleep underneath not one or two or even three but FOUR duvets.

Sometimes five depending on how Sasuke was as he felt the cold easily.

Add that along with their body heat, poor Sakura was roasting like a marshmallow.

Yet somehow every time she woke up the boys were nowhere near her.

Most likely they self consciously pulled away because she always ended up sweating.

They gave her a look as she came down the following morning all completely red from the heat and her forehead and hair damp.

Sasuke was drinking his black coffee whilst Naruto was in the middle of eating his breakfast.

"Sakura-chan... not trying to be rude but why are you always so sweaty in the morning?"

She gave a huff having explained to them numerous times, they didn't believe her though as they always woke up a distance away.

~~~

Mikoto laughed when Sakura explained the dilemma having no idea what to do.

"Hmm, maybe you should get a camera and secretly record them. That will be proof enough." She grinned finding it utterly adorable.

"I tried that, but for some reason, I can never find the footage on my phone or camera. It's like it disappeared but I know I pressed the record button. I double and triple check. "

~~~

Unbest known to the girl, Naruto and Sasuke were perfectly well aware of what they did.

They just pretended not to have a clue so as to excuse the way they snuggled up to her during the night.

Would she probably kill them if she ever found out? Most likely, but that was their future problem. For now, they were content.

[fuumiku]

Day 3 : fashion Jackalope & dungeon rabbit

"Who are you to Chilchuck Tims?" Smiling softly: "I’m his best friend, his confidante… His silly rabbit." "His… silly rabbit?" "Yes." "Does he call you that?" "No."

I spent way too long rendering this. Coloring Chilchuck’s hair is like painting an autumn landscape and I appreciate that

I love love love brown hares and jackalopes being a Chilchuck thing. Why jackalope specifically it’s more complex bc it’s also tied to my indulgent cultural hc for him but if you want to you can dig through this post, for when I talk about why rabbits are so good for him & them. Though now I also associate Rabbit Hole by Deco*27 with them… In my mind they alternate as Miku in that popular animation mv for it, equality for all… Also Zombies but that’s for another day. Also Fashion by Lady Gaga. Also-

They are both flat asses to me. In my heart of hearts

[totallynottinsel]

Good evening Bagginshield enjoyers, I've come to share the start of my silly fix-it fanfiction. The first chapter is now on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63176023

@Lord_Tinsel

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An Unexpected Opening

“How do you think mum’ll react?” Kili asked as he and his brother strolled through the greatly large halls of Erebor, now somewhat starting to look like it's good old self once more. It had been a little over a month since the dwarves reclaimed their homeland, as well as doing some much needed recovery after such a gruesome battle. “Based off last time? Not well…she probably won't like seeing us with, y’know, broken everything.” Said Fili in return, already picturing the enraged look on their mother's face once she learned they hadn't exactly come out unscathed. The thought was certainly enough alone.

“Hey! We're doing alright now, if I do say so myself.” Kili placed prideful hands on his hips, as yes—the two prince’s were indeed much better than months prior, they were not yet given permission to walk about so freely as if they hadn't had fractures and healing wounds all about. “I haven't even fallen over once today!”

“‘Cause you used me as a crutch!” Fili gave his brother a gentle yet playful shove to his shoulder. The boys' laughs echoed through the empty stone halls, prompting them to quickly shudder and keep quiet, not wanting anyone to catch them and practically drag them back to their beds to lay sick all week. “Your lady elf stopped by yet? You keep mumbling about her in your slee–”

“Don't say that so loud!” Kili dived in to cover his brother's mouth before any more dreadful words could come out. Oh, he felt even stupider when his face flushed. “And no, she hasn't…and she's got a name, y'know! Tauriel.” He placed a hand behind his neck, though in truth, it felt rather relieving to say her name aloud. Fili was truly the only person he’d confided in, and he’d planned to keep it that way. His brother was the only one who understood in his mind. “I sent her a letter not long ago, and I promised I'd see her again once I recovered. Or…at least whenever I can sneak out properly.”

“Are you ever going to tell Uncle about you two?” Asked Fili, though he was met with a groan of disapproval from the other almost immediately. Well, it was worth asking, in any case. “He might–”

“No! Nope. Not for as long as I live, will I tell our Uncle, that I'm in love with his so-called mortal enemy!” The brunette shook his head, not leaving much room for an argument to be even thought of. “He’ll skin me alive if he finds out!” He fumed, flying his hands up in defense; curse his Uncle’s blasted, utterly stupid feud with Elves! Just because he didn’t favor them doesn't mean he gets the right to tell Kili who his heart does and doesn’t belong to.

“But maybe he’d–”

“No!”

“Alright! Don't get your pretty braids in a twist, it was just a suggestion…” Fili gave a weak shrug, accepting his defeat in the matter for now (as he would most certainly try again later). “That’s one thing you ‘n Uncle have in common, Your dramatic love lives… it's getting harder to watch!”

“What? Am I missing something here? Why’em I out of the loop!” Kili was baffled, and the strangely smug look covering his brother's face wasn’t much of an answer. Between nearly dying and swooning for a beautiful lady, he’d say he was plenty distracted to not notice something so shocking.

“Oh, come on! You must’ve hit that head of yours harder than I thought. Uncle’s grossly smitten with Bilbo, of course! I thought it was obvious.” That made Kili stop in his tracks completely, silently staring at his brother before he gasped, finally seeming to come to his senses. “Ki, you were there when he gave him Mithril—”

“I know I was! But he was sick, so how were we supposed to know he was in his right mind to make a half-assed marriage proposal! The way they get all touchy with their eyes was enough to make me look away…” As love struck as Kili was himself, he took no pleasure in watching his very own Uncle try to shamelessly court an unsuspecting hobbit, who is no better than he is. “I'll believe it when I see it.”

“Your loss, I always win our bet’s.” Fili only smiled as they stopped at a large pair of cold stone doors, which of course housed their dear Uncle’s chambers. They each took turns promptly knocking and kicking and hollering for him to wake up, and when that didn’t quite work, they decided on simply barging on in instead. “Wakey wa—ow!” Kili was put to a fast halt, attempting to simply shake his Uncle’s shoulder, but only got as far as his wrist being seized by a strong hand.

“Have you ever considered knocking?” Grumbled Thorin, shifting his head to eye his nephews, who, tried keeping themselves innocent, regardless of the fact that Thorin had repeatedly told both of them, over the course of their entire lives, not to wake him from out of his eyesight, or else they gained the chance of likely getting something cut off.

“We did! Just this ways more funny–” The two boys began to laugh, but coughed it back at that unamused stare their Uncle gave them when his patience ran thin, especially if he was awoken rudely. Which was more often than he liked. “Fili said we should've brought a horn–”

“It would be wise, if you got to your point.” Said the King, pinching the bridge of his nose with a deep, weary sigh.

“Oh, yes! We've come to tell you that Mother will likely be on her way soon.” Fili eagerly explained, while his brother gave ample nods of approval beside him. Though Thorin wasn't exactly beaming at the sudden news.

“I thought she wasn't set to arrive for another week?” As Thorin sat himself up, a fourth, though just as familiar figure appeared from under the sheets with a pleased hum. It was none other than the fabled Bilbo Baggins, blinking a few times before he could take in exactly what he was staring back at. “Oh,” He nearly squeaked out, clearing his throat as the two prince's gaped at him as if he was missing his head all together. “Er…good morning.”

“Well, now I see it.” Kili thus handed over a bag’s worth of coins to his brother later that day.

[goldbiz]

like this for a starter / plotting call!

[threshasketch]

Near had to switch safe houses in a hurry and leave behind all of his toys! Will you help gather some new ones for him?

(Reblog with a picture of a toy to put it into the box, and if it's cute, I might just draw chibi Near playing with it! ♥)