#so ty a lot for the prompt!! :]

[celestialwrites]

“if i did love her?”

“then you’re as damned as the rest of them.”

[choco-1601]

Imagine John forces Arthur to escape with him. John being by his side always..dressing his wounds from the gun fights earlier..making warm soup and feeding him..slowly but surely nursing Arthur back to health. Arthur’s super thankful for everything john has done for him despite the warning (and the scolding).

Since Arthur cant do much except (forced) bedrest, he picks up his journal and draws..most of his subjects being john doing mundane tasks around the cabin. John knows but never says anything.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

For doomsday trio prompts- dream passing out in weird places. He hasn’t slept in two days, and could go for more, really, but it’s really warm and feels safer than anything has for a long time.

combining this with @3nderm1te's prompt shared via discord where dream gets this treatment from philza. related somewhat to this drabble.

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Techno didn't snitch when Dream fell asleep for a few minutes by the fireplace. Philza had some errands to run before they could head off to the nether, and although Dream's face was covered (as always), his head lulled softly against the cushion of his chair while they sat waiting. It was early in the morning, and Dream just traveled from who-knows-where to get to the cabin, and young men get tired sometimes. Techno raised an eyebrow, but he just turned his attention back to his book, and he didn't snitch.

Techno also didn't snitch when Dream fell asleep by the enchantment table. Dream's knee-guards were missing Thorns, which bothered Techno very much, and while he was working to fix the problem he saw the same gentle, fast fall into sleep as before. When the job was completed, he said, "There we go," at his normal volume, and Dream sprung awake and continued as though nothing happened. Techno turned his head to hide his smirk, and he didn't snitch.

This time, Dream fell asleep while sitting cross-legged on the ground with his back leaning against Steve.

There was very little left to do. It was the night before the battle, and they just completed one final inventory of all the items they needed. Phil and Techno broke into a brief conversation of which dogs were fit for fighting and which should be left behind, and sometime during that conversation, Dream drifted off. Techno barely blamed him-- only the fireplace lit the space, the conversation was quite warm, and Steve is quite comfortable. With his face obscured, he looked like he was simply lounging against the polar bear.

"Unless-- Dream, do you want any dogs up on the grid with you?" Phil said, "Might be nice to have some extra eyes up there."

There was no answer, of course. Techno kept his mouth shut, determined not to snitch.

"Dream," Philza tried. As soon as it didn't work, he continued, "Oh my god, he's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yup," Techno snitched. "Has been for a few minutes."

"Christ, I swear-- Alright, alright." Phil knelt in front of their slumbering guest. "Dream."

That one worked. Dream woke with a jump, quickly composing himself. Techno imagined an expression of shocked embarrassment behind the mask.

"That's it," Phil said, "You're going to bed."

"You're right, you're-- " Dream stammered, "You're right. I should probably head out--" He turned towards the direction of the kitchen, where he normally kept his stuff.

"No, look at me, look at me. Look at me." When the white porcelain of Dream's mask turned fully at Philza, Phil said, "You're sleeping in the guest room. Don't argue with me this time. It's the night before the battle, you need all the rest you can get, and we can start earlier if we aren't waiting for you in the morning. You'll be safer here, anyway."

Dream stared silently at him for a moment. Behind the mask, his eyes darted to Techno, who was watching with non-judgmental indifference.

"Okay," he said. "Okay."

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Dream closed the guest room door behind him. It was a quaint little space; the mattress was quite large and comfortable, and sported a quilt. A few aged painting decorated the wall, though they were hard to see by candlelight. The window faced in the direction of Techno's cabin, and he pulled the blinds over it.

He dropped his hood from his head. He unclipped his mask and set it on the nightstand. He has never felt so vulnerable and exposed within four walls. He has never felt so safe.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

ohhh for the height difference poses maybe E2 with ari and sera? :D (sera deserves to be a gremlin daughter)

[prompts]

relax, is what he needs to do

[averlym]

,,, sun-dappled sheets...

[good-beanswrites]

Ahh ive been reading some of your writings and they're just so warm and fluffy to read (if that makes sense??) Though i cant really express it in the tags ;; also if its alright, may i please request blanket with mikoto or tears with fuuta? - @erimnar

Omg thank you -- I've been so grateful for your tags! :)) And thanks for the requests, I had a lot of fun with these woo! I went with a real fun one for Mikoto/Blanket (once again, picture T1 minigram vibes) and I'll post a slightly angstier one for Fuuta/Tears soon 👍

“Mikotoooo, just share with Muu,” the girl pouted. “I mean it!”

He scooted out of her reach. “What are you gonna do, stab me about it?”

Muu’s jaw dropped, but there was no real horror behind it. “Maybe!” She lunged for him again. 

After a strange rattling from the walls had woken some in the middle of the night, all the heat in the prison had seeped away. Es had left to fix it immediately, and no one had seen them for hours. In Mikoto’s opinion, they seemed better versed in law than plumbing and mechanical fixes. He had no idea how long they’d all be shivering like this in the winter chill.

The prisoners walked around all morning in a mismatch of spare layers. Mahiru giggled inside one of Shidou’s extra doctor coats, far too big on her. Mikoto hadn’t stopped laughing that Shidou owned extra doctor coats in the first place. Yuno’s stylish hats could be spotted on several of the prisoners, Mikoto included. (He’d given his own beanie to Kazui, earlier.) Fuuta had handed out a concerning amount of sweatshirts, and Muu had some fashionable scarves that gave enough warmth to be useful.

In addition to the ridiculous getups, they each carried their bed sheets around their shoulders. Mikoto was surprised to find himself the envy of the group.

A while back he’d requested a weighted blanket; he remembered finding one helpful when work got too overwhelming. Milgram had provided a fairly large one, though he felt it hadn’t worked as well here. He didn't expect it to cause a stir until Shidou pointed out that its weight would make it even warmer than his own. Following that, it didn’t take long to attract the small army of murderous children that were after him. 

As he stepped away from Muu, Yuno leapt at his other side, ready to snatch the blanket off of him. Although Haruka and Amane were too nervous to make a grab at him, they stood anxiously nearby rooting for his loss. Mahiru had jumped in as well. Her quick movements forced Mikoto to spin around and draw it even closer around his shoulders. Caring less about the blanket, but always ready to tackle someone, Fuuta joined the scuffle.

It wasn't like Mikoto cared about the blanket, either. He had no issue sharing it with the others. He knew the attitude in the prison had been dropping recently. Despite the brief camaraderie from sharing articles of clothing, everyone’s mood had been especially bitter today. As physical discomfort added to their mental strain, things could go south quickly. The place needed to liven up a bit.

He stepped back from the blanket thieves, flicking the corner of it from Fuuta’s hands. 

“Not so fast!”

Fuuta fumed. “You asshole…”

Yuno, meanwhile, seemed up for the challenge. “You’re quick!”

“I’ve had a bit of experience…” He flashed a wicked grin. Mikoto didn’t talk about his family much, but a few of the others knew he grew up on fairly good terms with a younger sister. His big brother instincts had developed just fine.

He darted this way and that. He faked and sidestepped and spun. As his opponents grew bolder, he ended up sweeping the blanket off his back. He swung it around the room with less effort than expected. He was stronger than he looked, and easily kept the girls at bay while wrestling Fuuta for the blanket. He let out a laugh as he fought back against all the grabbing hands. Taking advantage of the height difference, he lifted it directly over his head.

The position wasn’t the most secure, though. His taunts were quickly replaced by feigned cries as the others dragged him to the ground. As they pinned him down, a cheer erupted from Haruka before he covered his mouth. The others joined in the celebration as they claimed their prize.

Mikoto lamented, “you’re so cruel… you’re all so cruel…” It was good, he thought, hearing them all laugh.

The loss of his blanket wasn’t his only punishment. Heaving an exhausted breath, Yuno flopped down directly on top of him. She tucked herself and Muu into the blanket. Then Mahiru wiggled in, beckoning to Amane and Haruka. By the time they all nestled in, there was just barely enough room for Fuuta to squeeze in with everyone. 

Mikoto wheezed from under the pile of prisoners.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “You win. Fuck -- let me breathe...”

Mahiru just made herself more comfortable. “But you’re so warm!” The others muttered their agreement. Not one showed any sign of moving. The prison was far too cold to give up heat like this, after all.

“That’s because you all made me work so hard!” He huffed. “Come on.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muu giggled, doing a poor impression of his voice, “murd--”

“-- Aw, shaddup…”

[purplepixel]

You've been so quiet lately! Everything alright?

Ya I'm good!

Buuuuut since you asked, minor silly thing I'm experiencing rn. I've been mega struggling with focus the past week and it's *flops on floor* very frustrating. Can't draw anything unless it's tmnp related. Then all the sudden three hours are gone and I have entire outlines of what I want to do with this au. Rn it's a constant fight with my brain trying to get myself to work on my other projects. Really want to finish a couple of things by next week before I'm back to being unemployed self employed. And it is a BATTLE

But yes, other than that, I'm doing alright :]

[isca-rambles]

Chenford/The Rookie fanfic prompts/ideas (pt.2)

So I did this a while back when I had a bunch of 'what ifs' floating around my head (prompts pt.1). I have more, so I'm back again. None are groundbreaking and if you've seen them done before, do let me know. I have even more than this but I'm trying to be good and not spam them all at once. If anyone does use them, even just as a jumping off point, also please let me know! Ya girl is not handling this hiatus at all. * Lucy's first time riding solo (I assume sometime between becoming P2 and becoming Tim's aide. We see her riding solo in S5 but that can't be the first time, surely. Maybe after Jackson's death if Nolan isn't on the same shift, since they rode together too.) Maybe a 5+1 fic but I'm not sure. Five times she rode solo by choice? idk. * Tim learning what it's like 'living' with someone with a curly-hair girl. From finding her hair on him during her time as a rookie, to when they're officially a couple. And maybe after their break-up, still finding her hair in his home. It's a weird one, I know. But I mean I shed like a husky in Summer and my hair is not half as thick, long, dark, or curly/wavy as Lucy's. Aside from Rachel, he's mostly been in long term relationships with straight-haired blondes. Could be a 5+1 type fic again. * Wesley, James, and Lucy hanging out – doing their best to fix the world. Talking laws and reforms and social justice. Being adorable while their partners (pre/post canon Chenford) look on in awe and adoringly at their sunshine people. Because I maintain that we need Wes&James&Lucy friendship stuff, stat. * 5 times Lucy did karaoke with Jackson, and the one time she didn't. And I made myself sad. * 5+1 fic. 5 times Lucy shared her morning/evening/day with Jackson, and the one time she didn't. Or something along those lines. I just need more pure platonic love fics with these two. Before she goes UC, after she gets out, the morning of the wedding, the morning she goes back to work after Caleb, the morning he comes home after being in hospital. I just need more of these two caring for each other 😭 * Lucy meets Wallace (one of Tim's many puppies). Either before or after Tim takes Jackson to meet him. Bonus points if it's set after and Tim is there to fix the downstair's buzzer at Wallace's apartment. (1x04) * Why was Lucy 3 ½ minutes late to roll call that one time? (mentioned in 5x06) * Tim and Tamara bonding over wedding planning and Lucy being UC. Jackson and Tamara bonding while Lucy is gone. Jackson and Tim bonding while Lucy is gone, maybe an insight into their day/days in the shop together. All three of them bonding while their sunshine person is gone. (3x14) * Tim finds out about Lucy's fake kidnapping set up by Nyla and Murray (3x13) * Lucy waiting for the Guatemala gang to get home. Waiting to hear from Tim that they're all okay. Sitting in the station or even the hospital, just waiting for them to turn up and prove that she hasn't lost another friend. (4x01) * What happened in the time-skip, after they got Angela back from La Fiera? Grieving people helping each other, being there for each other. (4x01) * Nyla helping Lucy with her gift basket for Angela and the baby. Just being there for her, helping her keep distracted from grief. (4x01) * The rest of Angela's welcome home/baby shower gathering. I just need more of the Mid-Wilshire family being together, okay? (4x01) * What happened in this unused/deleted scene? https://www.tumblr.com/karihighman/696251336685207552/in-the-deleted-scene-behind-the (4x02) * What if Tamara filmed Lucy being a badass with the stalker in the walls and shares the video with the Mid-Wilshire gang? People need to see how badass our girl is. (4x05) * What would Lucy have picked for Tim if she'd won the bet? Being Lucy, it'd have been something he'd have ended up loving anyway, even if he'd never admit it. (4x06) * Tim winning the bet and caving within like 10 minutes because he can't stand when Lucy isn't talking. (4x06) * Lucy and Tabin talking in the car before she drives up and switches into character. (5x07)

* What if Lucy and Tim had been attacked at home, instead of Nolan or Harper? (5x22) * Tim and Lucy acting as bait in his/her home to see if the attackers try them next? (5x22) * What if they didn't stop before that door was opened and the trap triggered? Not angling for MCD, just some good ol' hurt/comfort while one or both are injured or trapped. (5x22) * How does everyone find out about the break-up? (post 6x06) * Tim somehow seeing Lucy's breakdown/rant to Grey in the shop. (6x07) * Someone confronts Smitty over the betting pool (a nice deleted/missing scene type deal sticking to canon) * Tim seeing how beat up Lucy is after the gang war situation (she and Celina look so battered! They all do this ep! My poor babies!) (6x08) * Lucy working on her UC covers in her free time, pre/post detective's exam (mentioned 6x09) * Tim finds out Lucy is UC at Bautista's, pre/post knowing Monica and London are involved in department leaks. The first UC that he's had zero involvement in or foreknowledge of. You tell me that man didn't go at least a little feral/frantic to Angela and Nyla, especially after knowing Monica's involvement? (6x09/6x10) * Everyone being amped over how badass Lucy was jumping from one moving car to another and saving Tim. She deserved some praise/congrats in the show and unless someone mentions it in passing in S7 (hey isn't that Ofc Chen? You hear what she did?), it's not going to happen outside of ficworld. Hell, even just Grey telling her it was reckless while also being so damn proud of his pseudo-daughter. (6x10)

[fingertipsmp3]

Friendship ended with google sheets, now filofax is my best friend

[necrotic-nephilim]

just read the lobotomy fic and i adore the way you write all the characters. i relate to tim already but the way you write him was like you lobotomies me and out my brain guts on the page. please tell me you have more

thank you so much! i'm glad you loved it! it's delightful to know the fic was... immersive in that was, lol. it was fun to write!

i do have other dead dove fics you can find on my masterlist here, but that fic is the only lobotomy fic i have. i have plans for a lot more dead dove-esque fics i'm working on to come out hopefully soonish, though none of them are going to feature lobotomies. i might add more to that fic though, i've got some ideas i want to explore, but there's so many other things i'm working on first. i have a whole rough schedule of fics to work on. but if people really like the lobotomy fic™ i can definitely prioritize writing more for the universe! or other lobotomy fics in general, i've got some other vague ideas in that vein.

[byanyan]

anyway, i actually!! wrote more than i expected to today!! i'm feeling a little better, finding my balance again... aiming to finish the rest of the name prompts tomorrow 🤞

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

May I suggest singing Maushold (pokemon) church choir? If you're okay with it, if not it's okay:3

here you go! 🎄 featuring Floragato as a conductor/choirmaster!!

[vasito-de-leche]

🖐🩹 omg your replies- my professional occupation is brainrot so let's goo

(also I wanted to adress how you called me nonnie that's just adorable)

when I said I wanted you to elaborate it was my terrible way of expressing thoughts, I meant to request another oneshot. 👉👈(the whole ordeal could be pretty ironic — maybe we walked up to him in the worst possible moment and its _just_ the situation FMN was afraid of _and_ we are still getting through? We unknowingly proved wrong another layer of his doubts)

Your thoughts are very interesting to read too, that was an insight not only into the character but also into your of... idk, philosophy? about "reader" figure. Taking them into account, I understand that you may not wanna write about said situation as this is not everyone's cup of tea BUT I'd be happy if you were to. Love throwing mentos into the cola and look what'll happen lol

LOT'S of love literally Im yeeting my respect and fascination at you.

OHHHHH, okay okay

then please, when requesting something be clear about it, otherwise I might think it's chitchat! just a simple "hey can I request A or B" or "could you write a continuation of this other post you made?" will do!

and if you'd like me to write about something specific, then also specify what it is you're looking for!

my "philosophy" is that I'm keeping as much as I can about the reader vague so that EVERYONE can enjoy my work and fill in the blanks themselves - unless the prompt I'm given actively requests something specific for the reader

for example, if you ask me for JUST relationship headcanons, then I'll try to think of all possible options to cover as much ground as I can, because that request was vague - I can't specify things about the reader, because there was nothing specified for them. but you can absolutely give me extra details about the situation, the setting, the plot, the AU, the reader's personality/background etc!

in this context (if I'm understanding this ask correctly) you'd like to see a different oneshot in which the reader finds FMN in the middle killing someone and the reader just stays with him anyway?

since you don't specify the reader's stance or thoughts or personality, or why they even chose to stay with him, I can only keep details about the reader vague and focus on FMN's reaction and POV. if you want to read about a reader who is entirely oblivious to FMN's shitty morals, then ask for that! it helps a lot!

hope this helped, I invite you to send your request again while keeping all of this in mind!

[saviolum-sanguineus]

“ why are you looking at me like that? ” e-squared? but like with a captain crunch esme

with pleasure, nonnie! i changed up the wording of the prompt a bit, but this sure is some crunchy esme and some dense enoch. together, they're a delicious pudding.

tw: slightly suggestive? emotional repression. poor moral decisions. girlbossery.

War is unkind to them all—to some in different ways than others. The military order for her morale tour severs many of the strings of influence that Esme had kept tightly wound in her grasp, and Enoch’s noticeably cool non-responses to the few papers that manage to extricate a statement from him snap a good handful more.

She bears it in the best way she knows how, but Esme’s tolerance has never been her greatest virtue. It’s late evening, one of the few remaining to her in Pheles before an impending departure for new shores of humiliation to endure, and Enoch is in his study, poring over papers lashed with scrawls of deep, blood-blue ink, when Esme enters, nerves frayed enough to remind her of how they’d first met without including the fear she’s felt since the Seraphine murder trial.

“Esme.” It’s more fatigued than purposefully cold, a decent enough greeting for a man tasked with managing the arming and provision of the empire’s many military outposts amid the flurry of activity caused by official mobilization—but Esme’s empathy, already shrivelled, is curtailed further by the fact that Enoch’s eyes land first on her hair, not her face, and that the small smile that spreads over his features comes only after noting how she’s come bearing his colours, deep blue silk making her as much a Ward possession as the similarly shimmering pen he sets aside to look at her. “You look beautiful. Why are you up so late? It’s unhealthy, you should take better care of yourself.”

Esme’s restraint shivers, setting the chains of her careful calculation jangling—and the one at her hand as well, a delicate harbinger of rage built up over weeks. “I’ve been packing.”

Her eyes narrow slightly as Enoch looks down to avoid responding to the implication of her answer and Esme continues, voice sharpening against the brilliant white whetstone of aching teeth, “Blythe and I had a conversation earlier—unfortunate, that she never took me up on that offer to show her backstage during the performance season. I wish I could have given her a little tour. She made a few remarks on the profession that the insight would have helped better inform her on.”

Enoch sighs, the sound rough with impatient frustration. “Esme, not now—”

“Why are you speaking to me like this?”

Esme’s voice is all blade now, no silk to shield its edge from carving through the air as she stalks forward to plant her hands on Enoch’s desk and stare at him—it infuriates her that he’s tall enough, even sitting, that she’s just at eye-level, and it certainly shows.

“I asked you a question, Enoch. I already know the answer—I want to hear you say it.” Her eyes are searing, every word low and sparkling with the sibilant perfection of an accent that falls upon the syllables like a perfectly honed sword. “Tell me that you’re ashamed of being so publicly sullied. Tell me that you agree with your daughter, that she serves our glorious empire in superior ways and that you’d never let her do such unspeakable things like me. Tell me that you would rather cast me aside to debasement you have every ability to preclude than raise a finger that Nicholas would take offense to in his fragile state.”

Esme’s fingers are clenched over the gleaming rosewood of Enoch’s desk, voice sliding tight and hard through her teeth, but the room is devoid of her magic, ginger and gold kept restrained under her skin—a pointed sign of self-control perhaps lost on Enoch, whose silence is slipping into a hollow, vaguely reddening expression as Esme continues. His features cling to thin-lipped disapproval like barnacles to sea-shorn rock, though the tide, it seems, is turning.

“Tell me what we both know you are, darling.” Her fingers catch Enoch’s jaw, crimson-lacquered nails glossy against his pale skin, and tilt his head up, forcing a slanted line of sight as Esme leans over his desk, the conflagration in her eyes flaring ever higher.

His grip closes around her wrist—not tight enough to grind the tiny bones there against each other, but Enoch moving at all is enough for Esme to raise an eyebrow.

“I never said you could touch.”

She doesn’t entirely expect him to release her. Maybe he doesn’t either—but Enoch’s hand loosens and slips back down to his lap. The gems running along the back of Esme’s hand glitter as she tips Enoch’s head a little further, voice lowering into a purr cold enough to disguise the disdain at its core.

“Look at you. A pathetic, sorry man who hides behind a creed about as sturdy as melted ice because it’s the only conviction that will never realise how miserably clueless you are and demand better of you. You don’t have to hide that from me—you can’t.”

Her nails press in slightly harder, drawing red beneath the skin but not breaking it, before Esme releases Enoch, rather suddenly, and takes a step back. Something like a scoff twists over her face, unpainted lips glistening around a silent breath.

“You want someone to tell you what to do, don’t you? It would have been easy to have me reassigned or at least kept closer to court. But I didn’t ask. Because I loved you and I believed you when you told me you’d keep me safe. I should have known you needed direction.”

Esme doesn’t move. Every line of her body is taut, commanding in the way of a drawn-back crossbow as she breathes, eyes fixed on Enoch’s, “So I’m not asking now. I am telling you to finish that page and come to bed. You will hold me and you will listen, and we will sleep. Do you understand that, Enoch?”

Freedom from his silk is fleeting, a bare heartbeat before Esme lies down in Ward blue and arms. Enoch's bed is comfortable; Esme hates herself and him a little bit for how much the warmth of him pressed along her body quiets the storm in her stomach.

The absent tenderness of Enoch’s embrace cuts like a knife. His kiss does worse.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Hello! ✨

For the poses prompts... I have to ask Ari and June in 2F... But Josie is the purple one, maybe?

[prompts]

This was a fun one hehe ~

Ari's a little confused, but he's charmed, so it looks like it worked xD Though he has to hunch very awkwardly for her to even remotely reach him lmao

[hirokiyuu]

hello my beloved friend. consider the following: mina/samba. the quiet moment that comes after yet another serious talk you'll learn nothing from

"I mean, this one's a really promising lead!" says Mina, and she's already got her head tilted towards the ladder, the promise of somewhere else one Samba's starting to feel she can't quite compete with. "Like--"

"I know," interrupts Samba, who's already heard the spiel a time too many, and doesn't have it in her to hear it again, "but... I'm gonna miss you while you're gone, y'know?"

"I..." Mina starts, eyes dragged back towards Samba for once, and as she says, "I know," the but, at the end is a silent addition they can still both hear.