#thank YOU for such a fun prompt!!!!

[queenofbaws]

oh my gosh hiiii !!! can you write jessicash please? maybe them baking together? shenanigans ensue? thank you !! 😋❤️❤️

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

It wasn't a gradual thing - one moment she was standing just fine, carefully moving cookie after cookie from the hot tray to the cooling rack, the next, everything inside of her gave out in a wave. Had the kitchen been that hot the whole time? How long had she been on her feet? And, more to the point, why had she agreed to this in the first place?!

"Hey. Um. Sorry. But...do you think you could maybe...take over for a second? Just, like...the next batch?"

Jess looked up from the bag of Hershey kisses she'd been diligently unwrapping, her eyebrows pulled together and a teeny-tiny sliver of her tongue poked out over her bottom lip in a wildly overdramatic expression of concentration. She blinked for a second, almost like she hadn't understood the question, then shrugged and got up, giving the hem of her t-shirt a little tug to adjust it where it'd been riding up while she sat.

Ah. Right, Ashley thought as she carefully levered herself up onto the countertop, resting her head against the cabinets behind her. That was why she'd agreed to it.

She shut her eyes against the wave of dizziness that had come over her, hoping against hope that it was only a temporary thing. If she was being honest, baking had never really been her strong suit, her 'thing,' so to speak; it wasn't that she'd forgotten how tiring it could be, buzzing around with the oven going, it was that it hadn't even crossed her mind. If she'd known, she would've taken a break ten minutes ago, would've just gone to sit in front of an open window, or excuse herself to hide in the bathroom, or, heck, even lying down on the floor in the fetal position was starting to sound good at this point, and -

"I always forget which one's which."

She blinked, shaken from her mental flagellation. "...huh? Which what is...what?"

At the other end of the counter, Jess stood in front of the mixing bowl, her head tilted juuust enough that Ashley could see her lips purse in thought. She had her elbows on the counter, meaning the rest of her was sort of leaning away from it, and lo and behold, wouldn't you know it, that t-shirt of hers was riding up again, showing a whole stretch of her lower back and stomach, which, honestly?

Wasn't really helping the whole 'overheating' part of this whole mess.

"Tee-ess-pee and tee-bee-ess-pee," she explained, giving the bowl a spin as she kept staring at the recipe. "I know one's tablespoon and one's teaspoon, but...c'mon. They're almost exactly the same! How do you even keep track?"

"Tablespoon's got the b in it, like, y'know, um, table. And teaspoon doesn't. It's just t. Like. Um. Tea."

It had felt like a reasonable enough explanation in her head, but maybe she was worse off than she felt, because Jess turned at that, giving her a confused look. She didn't push up from her lean (again, the arch of her back? Not helping), instead propping her chin up with her hand. "You're, like, so red right now. You good?"

"Uh." That was the question, wasn't it?

Lying down on the floor was sounding better and better.

"I'm - " Ashley paused, clearing her throat. She doubted it did much to make her look any less terrible, but at least she hoped it would keep her voice from cracking. "Yeah. Just tired, I think. It...it kinda snuck up on me."

Jess blinked slowly, still watching her, and the longer that went on the warmer Ashley's face felt, so she scrambled to keep them moving right along.

"Um. Capital-t means big spoon. Lowercase-t means little spoon."

"Oooh. Okay. See, that makes sense!" Beaming, Jess (finally) turned away from her, setting about starting the next batch. After getting the dry ingredients together, she pointed to the nearby cooling rack, offhandedly suggesting, "If you feel gross, eating might help. That's a thing, right? Like, sugar gives you energy? I think that's a thing. Plus, if these turn out to be fuuucking terrible, we can stop while we're ahead!"

It couldn't hurt, she figured, taking one of the mostly-cooled chocolate chip cookies. 'Mostly' being the operative term, she quickly realized, because its middle was still just gooey enough that she had to stick her other hand under it when it began to warp and droop on its way to her mouth. The good news was that they weren't horrible - she'd had better, sure, but they were totally passable. It was gone in three warm, sumptuous bites, and then she shut her eyes again, resting her head against that cabinet.

"Better?" Jess asked over the telltale scrape of spoon-on-bowl.

"Um," she said, eyes still closed, her thoughts soupy in the heat of the kitchen. "I think so? I'll be fine, really, I just - "

But then she heard the bowl clunk back onto the countertop. Cracking an eye, she found Jess staring at her - again - and something in the way she was looking...something in her eyes...she couldn't say what it was, but it had Ashley sitting straighter, opening her eyes altogether.

"...y-yeah?"

Without answering, Jess walked over to her. Right up to her, in fact. And that wasn't to say 'just in front of her,' or 'until she was beside her,' or anything like that; no, Jess walked right up to the section of counter she was sitting on, going so far as to set her hands on Ashley's knees (the contact positively electric through the holes in her jeans), gently nudging her legs apart until she had just enough room to stand flush against the counter and -

In one quick move, she reached up and ran one of her fingers along the line of Ashley's lower lip. The resulting short-circuit in her brain meant she was only sort of aware of the smear of chocolate she saw on her fingertip before Jess brought that finger to her own mouth, her nail polish glimmering in the light as she pointedly licked the mess away.

"Had something on your face," she said as if what she'd just done had been the most natural thing in the world, and then she was walking away again, picking up the mixing bowl.

Ashley sat there for a second afterwards - two, three, four, five - and then she gave in, doing the only thing she could possibly think to do in that situation. She slid off the counter and onto the floor beside the table where the cookies were cooling. She stared at the ceiling. She thought about the choices that had brought her to that moment.

And she decided maybe, just maybe...baking could be her 'thing' after all.

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Vibes based grading system.

(for @epistemologys, who wanted some post-canon, teacher WWX)

[02511213942]

first words / first touch soulmate au ⚡️✨ my fall @aftgexchange for @twinyard0305! soo much fun to think about 🧡

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[srapsodia]

Heard you're still looking for nekoma prompts 👀👀 I would absolutely love 24 with Lev and literally anyone else sharing an umbrella (or like multiple folks, the more chaotic the better, please and thank you 🙏🏽)

24: sharing an umbrella

some kitty cats in the rain! 🐈

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 126

You know what would be hilarious? 

Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 

The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 

Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 

[fazedlight]

Sand

This isn’t real, she thought, as she dug her toes into the cozy sun-warmed sand.

She kissed me this morning.

Kara gazed ahead, watching as the beach waves crashed on shore, warm and sunny against the backdrop of her planet’s destruction. Out across the waters, she could see the great horror of her past: Krypton as it died, damned in fire, debris floating across the expanse of space.

This isn’t real, Kara thought, listening to the grainy sound of sand as she moved her feet to pull her legs to her chest, placing her chin on her knees in quiet contemplation. She wondered if she would see the Danvers home if she turned around, or if that would be another expanse of sand and ocean and Krypton’s death.

She kissed me this morning.

Kara smiled at the thought. Lena had been working in the Tower lab; Kara had brought her doughnuts and espresso. Just like any other morning, they had cozied up on the couch together, laughing and talking.

But unlike any other morning, an odd sort of silence eventually fell between them. Flickering gazes, shy blushes, a tension that they couldn’t tell was real.

And then Lena leaned forward, and kissed her.

She kissed me this morning, Kara thought, eyes glancing ahead to Krypton, I’m sure of it. I think I’m sure of it. I’m…

Kara sighed, lying down on the beach, stretching as she stared up into the blue skies mixing with the fires on the horizon. She kissed me, Kara tried to convince herself, and then the Tower alarm went off right after, and Alex said I needed to get downtown to fight a threat. But she kissed me. I know she did…

“Would you like some company?” came a familiar voice.

Kara grinned. “I’d love that.”

She didn’t watch as her best friend took a seat on the sands beside her. Lena sighed, looking out on the horizon at the destruction ahead, seeming both curious and understanding. “This isn’t your world, Kara,” she said.

“I know.”

“You’re trapped in a black mercy.”

“I know.”

Lena reached down to brush some sand off her feet, frowning in curiosity. “I thought the plant shows you paradise. This doesn’t look like paradise to me.”

Kara hummed. “Maybe it doesn’t know what to do if reality is paradise enough.”

For a moment, Lena stayed quiet, mulling what to say in response. “If you know this place isn’t real, then why haven’t you woken up yet?”

“Because I’m not sure if reality is real.”

“What do you mean?”

Kara could feel the patter of her heart in her chest. “Did anything unusual happen this morning?” she asked.

There was a shy laugh in response. “It was real, Kara,” Lena murmured, “And if you wake up, I’d like to do it again.”

She kissed me this morning.

Kara smiled, breathing in the smell of sea salt in the breeze, eyes still trained on the bizarre images in the sky. “Okay,” she said.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lena reaching for her ear, no doubt tapping at a device Brainy had provided. Watching as the figure faded away, Kara closed her eyes, feeling as the world began to morph around her, as though she were weightless and falling and flying all at once.

She finally opened her eyes, noting several figures hovering over her as her eyes adjusted to the harsh Tower light. “Welcome back, Kara,” Brainy said, as she felt the black mercy slither off her chest, “You gave us quite the scare.”

The crew began to shuffle around again. Brainy headed back toward a different monitor, Alex gave her sister’s arm a welcoming squeeze before chasing after J’onn, Nia carried the container with the captured black mercy into a back room.

Lena watched Kara intently.

“Was it real?” Kara whispered.

Lena smiled, and leaned forward - pressing her lips to Kara’s.

She kissed me this morning, Kara thought, and now I can kiss her back.

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For @ekingston's flash fiction challenge Prompts: fluff & hallucination & post-apocalyptic & sand

[merimerz]

day 10: storm

[gianttol]

♡ GT July 2024 Prompt List ♡

[erwinsvow]

i can see the trio dangerously driving to or from a party. they’re speeding down the empty road, the new future album blasting from the speakers of topper’s jeep. kelce is up front, and reader and rafe are in the back. reader is a bit drunk and rafe is high out of his mind and can’t control his feelings for reader so he starts getting touchy with her, maybe trying to kiss her. since you’re just starting this au out, i’m curious to know how do you think reader would react and if she did kiss him back, how would topper and kelce react?

the last line of coke was a mistake—it made him lose the last bits of his self control. it was clear that he was way too high to drive, even though it seemed like rafe always drove clear-headed or not, so you were assigned babysitting duty in the back.

top was on a rager today, even worse than his usual ones. whenever him and sarah started fighting, he got like this, currently blasting some future song at the highest volume possible, speeding through the streets of kildare. you would be a little scared, except kelce is driving while topper nurses yet another beer in the passenger seat. you're deliciously drunk, still gone from the drinks you had at the party, not a care in the world except making sure rafe doesn't keel over in the back.

you mumble along the words to the song, pretty much engraved in your memory from how often it was played. you don't know how it happens, your fingers just find rafe's hair, brushing it out of his face while he talks to top and kelce in the front, amped up and loud, acting as crazy as you've ever seen him. you giggle, continuing your motions.

topper begins some rant about his girlfriend, or rather, his ex, while rafe locks eyes with you. it's hard to keep eye contact, looking away the second rafe shuts up and focuses on you completely. you're never shy around them but this might be the closest you've gotten.

you feel rafe's hands on your exposed thighs, your tiny skirt ridden up in the seat. his touch feels good, in your drunken state you don't think there's anything wrong with it. he's just being friendly, being touchy, being rafe. he strokes the soft skin of your legs, running his hands down to your ankles, while you shift around in the back. all it would take is one look from the boys in the front to see that something's going on back here.

"rafe, listen to top he's talkin-"

"shh," rafe says, noise completely overlooked by the others, nothing audible except the thump of the bass. he takes your face into his hand, leaning in close. "shut up for a second." he kisses you, briefly, barely, lips touching together and your eyes fluttering shut, when kelce slams on the brakes. the two of you fly apart, your heart thudding for an entirely different reason now.

"what the fuck, kelce, my brakes-" top starts.

"it was a deer, you idiot. you guys okay?" he turns to look at you and rafe in the back, your face flushed and rafe's hands still on your legs.

"fine," rafe mumbles. the four of you head back to tannyhill, you crashing on rafe's bed like always while top and kelce take the guest room down the ball. the two of you are out before you can bring it up, but rafe doesn't forget about it.

in the morning, you stretch, the oversized shirt of his you'd put on for the night riding up. rafe doesn't wait another minute.

"so, about last night. in the car." he looks at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, rafe, don't apologize. it's okay. we were both pretty gone."

"m'not apologizin', i-"

"and i mean, who hasn't been there once or twice-"

"once or twice?"

"and i kissed kelce that one time, so i guess-"

"you kissed kelce?" rafe looks at you like you've committed a crime.

"what? it was new years."

"where the hell was i?"

"i don't know, probably sucking some girl's face off. i was busy making out with kelce, remember?" you laugh, getting up and looking for your clothes. rafe lays back down on the bed, deciding he's never leaving you alone with kelce ever again.

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: can i pretty please request a drabble where gen has a sibling and that said sibling and hoshina are dating? even better if gen's sibling is an officer/troop leader in the first division and partakes in the rivalry between the third and first division but outside of everyone's view— gen's sibling and hoshina are terribly lovey dovey!

warnings: reader wears short shorts in a scene

wc: 1200

This was not something that started today. Rather, it had been this way for as long as anyone could remember.

From the moment you had joined the 1st Division, you had always been bickering with Hoshina— just like your brother. It was plain as day you were none other than the younger sibling of Narumi Gen. Although you lacked the power and passion for fame that Gen had, you weren't any less competitive than him.

However, unlike your brother, you were better at neutralizing smaller size Kaiju than him— naturally making you more competitive with Hoshina. While you were incredible at what you did, you seemed to fall just a step behind of Hoshina most of the time. You were insanely good, but Hoshina was just a little better. You had beaten him just once in the neutralization test of smaller sized kaiju, and you just couldn't seem to do it again.

This was well known among most of the first and third division, and they did enjoy your playful banter that arose even in the toughest of times. It wasn't always easy to keep the mood bright when things got difficult, but the two of you would never fail to do so. They hoped this would never change and your rivalry would never fade.

However, there were things that had changed that no one really knew of. The two of you had started dating a year ago, and you were madly in love. It was your little secret. Well, your little secret that Gen accidentally found out about.

Neither of you had told Gen about this and quite frankly, the two of you were planning to keep hiding this from him if it were possible. It wasn't new that he despised Hoshina quite a bit, and he was extremely weary of the people you meet, especially men. Naturally, to find out that Hoshina was your boyfriend wouldn't exactly be celebratory news for him. Not to mention that Gen was loud when he had complaints. You knew he absolutely would not shut up about it. So it really wasn't the plan when he had found out.

You were in your room lazing around in a baggy shirt, specifically Hoshina’s shirt, which covered your short-shorts while Hoshina was in your kitchen cooking something quick. Until you got a shared place, this happened rather often. It was either him in your room or yourself in his room. However, a lot of your stuff had found a place in his unit and vice versa, so it was very easy for you to visit each other whenever. A little too easy, perhaps.

“Hoshina, you don't have to make anything fancy,” you said. “Anything’s fine. You had a long day too.”

“I'm literally making us ochazuke. It couldn't be easier—” he was starting to say when the door swung open.

“Guess who's here!” Gen had yelled while walking into your place.

Immediately you looked back at Hoshina in the kitchen and gave up. “Oh gosh,” you said.

“What did I say about ringing the doorbell?!” you yelled back at him.

“And what did I say about locking the door?!” he exclaimed back.

“I thought I did—” you started to yell, but then you remembered you had forgotten to lock the door after Hoshina came in, hands full of groceries to stuff your empty fridge. You were a little too thrilled to see him. “My bad.”

You knew Hoshina was going to scold you later— he's been telling you to be more careful about locking up properly.

Gen saw the extra pair of shoes by your doorway and immediately met eyes with Hoshina in your kitchen.

“Why the hell are you here?!” he yelled.

“Oh, can you please be quiet,” you said. “He's visiting.”

“Why, hello! That would be me!” Hoshina said, greeting Gen properly now that it's come down to this.

“Why is he visiting you, in your room, alone, with you dressed like that?” Gen continued to ask. He wasn't understanding nor did it seem like he wanted to.

You let out a sigh, you didn't mean to, but there was no getting around this one. “What's wrong with having my boyfriend in my room,” you said.

“Your boyfriend? Hoshina?” Gen said, horrified. He didn't think matters could get worse, yet here he was. “Why him?”

“Oh, why not him?” you asked. “He's the best I could ever wish for.”

Hoshina didn’t expect that— especially not to your brother, just like that. His eyes widened as his heart tightened. Oh, how he absolutely adored you. You said it so naturally, as if merely stating a fact. To you, that really was all it was though.

Gen had a lot more to say and complain about while staying far too long, long enough to steal some ochazuke for dinner (which he also managed to complain about) before you were finally able to kick him out. Yet, through all of that, Hoshina couldn't be happier to be with you, bickering away as you ate a 5 minute meal at a small make-shift dining table.

As soon as Gen finally left, you spread your arms out in front of you, asking for a hug, which Hoshina promptly returned.

“He's finally gone…” you said, relieved it was finally just the two of you.

“Not sure he liked me much,” Hoshina said with a smile and you rolled your eyes.

“Like we didn't already know,” you said. “I really didn't plan for him to barge in like that.”

“I have to admit, I do enjoy watching you two bicker though. My brother and I are not nearly as close,” Hoshina said and you rolled your eyes again when he said ‘close’. You wouldn't ever explain your relationship as ‘close’. “However, you ought to make a habit of locking your door. What if that wasn't your brother and I wasn't here.”

“Yes,” you said, quietly but clearly— but avoiding eye contact. “I will.”

“Thank you for saying that earlier,” he said, turning your head to face his. “To this day I don't know what made you choose me.”

You immediately realized what he was talking about.

“Oh, please,” you said. “Be serious. I am the luckiest person alive by your side.”

He kissed you and you kissed back, but he truly wouldn't let you go. You started hitting his arm, hoping he would let go so you could catch your breath. After what felt like the longest moments ever he finally let you pull back, letting you breathe.

“Soushirou, I can't breathe!” you said, trying to sound irritated, but your tone lacked the edge you were hoping for.

He completely ignored you, however, and pulled you back into a tight embrace.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he said. “Just you and me.”

“In this small place?” you said, laughing a little.

“Absolutely wherever,” he said. “As long as you're here with me.”

[diathadevil]

Day 7 - Only the Lonely Survive

But I'd rather hurt here than be happy somewhere else No one will scar me like you do But no one will ever be compared, compared to you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bunny pile!

[Commission for @newfriendly]

[ariadne-mouse]

This is for @aravhy who requested "Moc Weepe meets Essek Thelyss"! They have some things in common... and some key differences 😂

[2aceofspades]

Lil' 2024 art recap 🙌✨

Here's to another art-filled year! 🌟

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