#the filled list

[not-krys]

100 Themes Challenge: Filled Prompts Masterlist

-[Character A] x [Character B et al]: Romantic and/or Sexual Relationship

-[Character A] & [Character B et al]: Platonic, Familial, Acquaintanceship

-[Character A, etc], [Character B] x/& [Character C et al]: Observer character(s) to the main character(s) interaction

-Writing Masterlist

-Blank 100 Themes Challenge List

1. Introduction (Aug 2023)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday)

2. Love (Feb 2023)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday)  | Ophelia (WIP Wednesday) | Thea x Theo (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday)  | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Mammon (WIP Wednesday)

3. Light

4. Dark

5. Seeking Solace

6. Break Away

7. Heaven

8. Innocence

9. Old (May 2024) Ophelia (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Theo (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

10. Breathe Again

11. Memory

12. Insanity

13. Misfortune

14. Smile

15. Silence (Aug 2022)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri (WIP Wednesday)

16. Questioning

17. Blood

18. Rainbow

19. Gray (March 2023)

Shakespeare, Vincent x Abby (WIP Wednesday)

20. Fortitude

21. Vacation

22. Mother Nature

23. Cat

24. No Time (April 2023)

Thea x Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | No Time [Clara x Rio]

25. Trouble Lurking

26. Tears

27. Foreign

28. Sorrow

29. Happiness

30. Under the Rain

31. Flowers (July 2023)

Abby & Vlad (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie & Loki (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Silvio (WIP Wednesday)

32. Night

33. Expectations

34. Stars

35. Hold My Hand (Feb 2024)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Thea & Isaac (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Jean (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Mammon (WIP Wednesday)

36. Precious Treasure

37. Eyes (Aug 2024)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Satan (WIP Wednesday)

38. Abandoned (Nov 2023)

Clara x Rio (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Levi (WIP Wednesday)

39. Dreams

40. Plus

41. Teamwork

42. Standing Still 

43. Die

44. Two Roads

Ophelia & Ranmaru (WIP Wednesday) | Vincent van Gogh x Abby Clarke (WIP Wednesday) | Miriam x Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

45. Illusion

46. Family

47. Creation (March 2024)

Leonardo, Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Luke & Barbatos (WIP Wednesday)

48. Childhood

49. Soft

50. Breaking the Rules

51. Rot

52. Deep in Thought

53. Keeping a Secret

54. Tower

55. Waiting

56. Danger Ahead

57. Sacrifice

58. Father (June 2023)

Houki (WIP Wednesday) | Thea x Theo x Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Mr. Akatsuki (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

59. No Way Out

60. Rejection

61. Fairy Tale

62. Magic (June 2024)

Miri & Asmo (WIP Wednesday)

63. Do Not Disturb (April 2024)

Mitsuhide, Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Theo (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri, Satan & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

64. Multitasking

65. Horror (Oct 2023)

Reaching Out [Vincent van Gogh x Abigail Clarke]

66. Traps

67. Nurture (May 2023)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent, Theo & Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday)

68. Hero

69. Annoyance

70. Mislead

71. Obsession

72. Mischief

73. I Can't

74. Are You Challenging Me?  (Sept 2023)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Arthur & Isaac (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

75. Mirror

76. Broken Pieces

77. Test

78. Drink

79. Starvation (Jan 2023)

Houki & Masamune (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Leonardo (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie & Loki (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Rio (WIP Wednesday)

80. Words

81. Today

82. Can You Hear Me? (July 2024)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Rio (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Belphie (WIP Wednesday)

83. Heal

84. Out Cold

85. Spiral (Jan 2024)

Miri & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

86. Seeing Red

87. Food

88. Pain

89. Sick

90. Iron

91. Drowning

92. All That I Have

93. Give Up

94. Last Hope

95. Young

96. In the Storm (Dec 2023)

First Kicks (Abby x Vincent)

97. Safety First

98. Puzzle

99. Solitude

100. Relaxation

[bluegiragi]

limitations (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

[newttxt]

no matter what kind of pirate you are, luffy /will/ get you

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*peering down at my own genetic sequence* uh-huh uh-huh bold choice bold fucking choices my friend

[aiweirdness]

asked chatgpt4 to have dalle3 generate "a cross section of a gourmet chocolate with each layer labeled."

more

[soni-dragon]

ive seen a couple pokemon character color wheels around so i tried one with some of my favorites!

[aliensurvivalist]

Bifur helps Fili onto a pony!!

[humbuns]

pretty in yellow

[catilinas]

Hello! I apologize if im bothering, and wish you all the best in upcoming year! I wanted to ask, do you perhaps have some suggestions for modern plays ( written in last 20 or so years) inspired by greek tragedies (either serving as motifs or beibg retellings), particularly Oresteia? I am asking because I see lots and lits of literary retellings, but with few exceptions, rarely dramas. Thank you anyway, sorry for bothering, and have great holidays!

hi!!! i can think of a few but but because i'm more of a roman epic person the list is mostly plays i've actually seen. i think literary retellings are probably easier to find people talking about online because like. they aren't performed and so there's not the access barrier of needing to Go And See The Performance. and then also there are plays where you then can't get hold of the script! i'm also assuming you're interested in plays that aren't just translations / close adaptations of tragedies, because those are a lot easier to find and also like. more common?

here are some plays that i have either read or seen that fit your criteria and also fuck immensely:

the burial at thebes: a version of sophocles' antigone - seamus heaney

antigone the musical - marina mccready (does cool things w genre; version of antigone that has made me feel the most genuine sympathy for creon)

the cure at troy: a version of sophocles' philoctetes - seamus heaney (this isn't quite within the last 20 years but you may be interested anyway!)

phaedra's love - sarah kane (also a bit older but it's sooo good. although it is maybe more senecan tragedy than greek tragedy?)

phaedra - simon stone (based on euripides' hippolytus but also the plays by seneca and racine. but also it isn't any of them. but also it IS)

oresteia - robert icke (maybe my favourite play of all time ever) (robert icke has also done a version of oedipus but it was in dutch and i don't think it's possible to get the script?)

girl on an altar - marina carr (inspired by the oresteia but. not. also very cool in that it incorporates a Lot of iphigenia at aulis and yet iphigenia never appears. and then the whole play is about her)

also! if you aren't aware of the archive of performances of greek and roman drama productions database you might also want to rummage around in there! like i am Aware of things like a recent musical version of medea / iphigenia in splott but they are almost certainly in that extremely filterable database :D

also also clutuals pspspspsps if you have any particularly cool additions to this list. hi. hello.

[wxnheart]

A relationship with Varré would consist of the following (sfw + nsfw):

Varré's bitchiness being balanced with his obsession with you.

Similarly, Varré wanting you to want him with the same intensity that he yearns for you.

Understanding the extent of how well connected the guy is across the Lands Between. He keeps tabs on you even when you think he doesn't.

Comparing Varré to a cat. To the general observer, he's snarky and distant with an acidic tongue. With you, however, there's a neediness to him that's reserved only for you.

Varré making it his duty to tempt you in a... variety of ways. For reasons.

Teasing Varré and calling bullshit when you see him getting jealous. He will always deny this even though it's a hundred percent true.

Him keeping a hand on the small of your back whenever you're nearby. He's much more physically affectionate than people give him credit for.

Experiencing moments where he'll push you against the wall, remove his mask, capture your lips in a kiss, and grind on you.

Shuddering every time he whispers "Lambkin" as you fuck him.

Piggybacking off of that, making it a point to make him scream loud enough that it echoes across the Lands Between.

Varré clutching on to you for dear life.

Varré whispering in your ear to cum for him as you near completion. Cum for him, lambkin...

Varré's pride going with the wind and he's practically begging you to mark him.

Him pointedly ignoring the smirk on your face when you see him walking gingerly the next day. Might make a snarky remark in regards to this but he's secretly already thinking of the next round.

[adventures-in-poor-planning]

"Me when I got lost on a construction site full of stinging nettles"? please elaborate please please

To be fully honest, I mostly just got lost on a construction site full of stinging nettles

[matchamiko]

Men who don’t know they’re into choking until you’re play fighting with them, tussling in front of a forgotten movie with beers still cold on the coffee table. Banter turning into pinches turning into playful footsie turning into rolling around the cushions on to the floor. He lets you win, always does because that’s the gentleman way but there’s something a little different in your eyes and he feels it in the strength you put behind heaving him on to his back. Thighs squeezing his sides, panting and grinning and heavy eyes boring into his, with a hand enclosed right under his jaw. He doesn’t know, didn’t know, doesn’t understand why he jerks into you and lets his lips fall open into a hiss. Feels his gut clench when you squeeze a little harder, grips your wrist and goes all still and stony with this sudden epiphany. Feels you settle into relaxation atop him, donning this cute little delightfully shy smile, flexing your fingers and giving him this look, this delightfully shy look that makes him wonder what you’ll do with this new information. Makes him swallow thickly under your palm. Makes him sticky and swollen in his trousers. Makes him wish you’d squeeze a little bit harder.

[flowercrowngods]

It's unreal. The light is streaming in through the windows, the curtains still drawn to block out the midday heat, tinging their living room in golden hues that match so well with the light grey fabric of their new sofa.

Eddie should probably snap out of it and head over to the windows, open the curtains and let the light in, and with it the warmth and fresh air of a surprisingly wonderful day.

It's March, he hears the echoes of Steve's giddy voice a week or two ago. Everything's better in March.

Eddie didn't agree then, and he's not sure he agrees now, but he must admit there is something magical about this moment.

Still he remains rooted to the spot, leather jacket heavy on his shoulders, his hands hidden in the sleeves of it, just in case this really is a dream. Just in case someone will come in and snap him out of it, take away their couch and leave an eviction notice.

It's dumb. But Eddie doesn't deal well with things that are unreal. Things that he knows aren't meant for him. Things that he knows he only gets in this one play-through of his life, while millions of other Eddie Munsons are out there in parallel universes who never get to even lay eyes upon a couch this nice. Let alone buy it. From their own real adult money.

It's a corner sofa, the fabric light grey, and he remembers it being harder than it looks. Solid. Just perfect for both their fucked up backs, scar tissue pulling if they sit wrong for too long, phantom pain and muscle aches coming in hot when all they want is to just relax and enjoy a lazy evening.

Eddie bites his lip, trailing his eyes along the pristine fabric, the pillows lining the back of it, the flawless stitches keeping everything in shape.

They have a couch now. A sofa.

It's so fucking unreal.

He drops to the floor right then and there, sitting with his back against the wall, and never once taking his eyes off their sofa. It feels important to look at it for a while. It feels important to wait for Steve. It feels... It feels like maybe he'll ruin everything if he goes and sits on it now.

And it feels really fucking big.

At some point he hears the front door opening, their lock going so smoothly now that Steve fixed it with some graphite, and the sound makes Eddie smile. That's another thing that's unreal. The key barely making any noise, the lock not rattling, the door not creaking and cracking. Eddie pulls a strand of hair between his lips, the smile feeling too silly for this room, for this home, for everything he gets to have now.

For all the tiny things that matter now. All the tiny things he gets to have, turning the key's smooth slide into an allegory of everything he ever wanted but never dared to hope for.

The slide of curtains, the click-click-click of the window handle being turned to let the air in. The breeze of fresh spring air dancing around his nose.

It's all a little much. It's so fucking addicting.

And then Steve. Socked feet coming to a stop beside him, a hand landing in his hair, a voice that's so endlessly warm and fond and maybe a little worried sounding from above him, "Hi, angel."

"Hi," Eddie says, tearing his eyes away from their couch to meet Steve's. The sunlight from the windows hugs him, making him glow. Eddie smiles. He smiles and smiles and never wants to stop.

Steve hums as he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and Eddie weaves his arm through Steve's legs, holding onto his knee.

Everything feels a little less silly now. Like every time Steve doesn't question his little moments of sitting on the floor and just staring at things.

"We have a couch now," Eddie says, because it feels important to point out. Because Steve isn't looking at it.

"We do," he hums. "I got the call earlier. Thanks for helping with that, baby."

Eddie nods again, leaning his cheek against Steve's knee and trailing the couch again with his eyes. It looks brighter now that the curtains don't turn the room into something out of a sepia-type movie anymore.

Steve's hands comb through his hair, massaging his scalp a little with his nails. It's nice. It's warm. It's pretty.

And it's so unreal.

"I'm twenty-four," Eddie says then, and some part of him wants to carve that into the fabric. He won't. But maybe he should carve it somewhere else. "And I own a couch. It's a little crazy."

Steve comes to sit down beside him, their shoulders pressed together and he links their hands, resting them in his lap after a brushes a kiss to Eddie's knuckles.

"Why's it crazy, angel?"

He shrugs, resting his head on Steve's shoulders and curling into his warmth some more.

"Most of my life I never thought either of those would happen, y'know."

Another hum, followed by another kiss to the crown of his head. Another smile.

"But you did it," Steve whispers. "You made it. And we've got a couch now."

"We've got a couch now."

Saying it out loud doesn't make it feel any realer. It only makes his heart race and his eyes prick.

"I love you," he says, finally looking away from pretty grey fabric to meet prettier hazel eyes. "I love you so much."

Steve leans in, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you. Thank you for buying a couch with me."

And it occurs to Eddie then that Steve understands him. Sitting there on the floor with him, hearing his words and listening to those unsaid, understanding Eddie on such a fundamental level that it should be scary. And it is, sometimes.

But he's not scared now. Because they have a couch. And they have pretty curtains that keep the light outside and still turn the room into something magical. And they have a lock that only needed a bit of graphite to let the keys glide smoothly.

And they have each other.

They stay on the floor until Steve's stomach growls, and they eat dinner with their backs against the couch and Eddie's feet in Steve's lap. They hold each other close after dinner, just breathing each other in as the breeze blows around them.

In the end, Eddie is the first to sit on the couch, with Steve standing between his legs and giving him a scalp massage in silence. In the end, Eddie buries his face in Steve's stomach to hide the tears, and Steve lets him.

Because this is real. And he gets to have this. They both do.

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[johnslittlespoon]

omg it was so hard to pick butttt could i request 1 and 2 from the smut dialogue list (list 3) with buck and bucky!

prompts | "i want to hear you beg" + "arch your back for me" + playing around with smth a little different for their dynamic <33 ~800 words of filth below the cut >:-) this was so much fun ahh thx sm for the request!!

“Oh, baby,” John rumbles appreciatively, sitting back to get a good look at Gale while he rolls his hips languidly into him. “Look at you.”

Golden hair frames Gale’s head on the pillow like a halo, blue eyes half hidden by heavy eyelids, doll–like lashes fluttering each time John sinks his cock in deeper. Messy love bites mark a trail south, scattered across his chest and stomach and increasing in numbers where angular hip bones and soft thighs had just begged for John’s teeth to make themselves at home.

Gale rocks his hips down, dragging his kiss–bitten bottom lip between his teeth to muffle a needy little noise as John’s eyes rake over him. That just won’t do.

John stills, wrapping firm hands around Gale’s thighs where they drape over his own, squeezing gently.

“Keep going,” Gale breathes out, eyebrows knit together in frustration, still trying to fuck himself on John’s cock.

John purrs out a laugh, heart twisting in his chest at the glare Gale shoots him; it’s hard to look intimidating when he’s laid out pliant and pretty and cock–drunk beneath him, but John doesn’t tell him so. He just snaps his hips forward once, watching with satisfaction when the scowl leaps off of Gale’s face as flushed lips fall open to let out a gasp.

“John,” Gale almost, almost whines when he makes no move to continue, lithe hands coming up to wrap around John’s wrists imploringly, and John hums thoughtfully, stroking his thumbs over Gale’s thighs.

“You need something?” He tilts his head, feeling a little thrill at the huff he gets in return.

Gale levels him with an unimpressed look, but the light flush that creeps over his cheeks betrays him.

“I want you to ask for it,” John murmurs. He grants Gale with the smallest roll of his hips to egg him on when he stays silent, and he feels his hands tighten around his wrists.

“Want you to fuck me, John.” 

And oh, that’s something– his cock twitches at the rare vulgarity, and judging by Gale’s sharp inhale, he feels it. But it’s not quite what John’s looking for.

“That’s good, baby,” he praises him, delighting in the way his flush deepens. He leans down, sliding his hands up Gale’s hips as he goes, settling them on his waist. He brushes his lips against Gale’s in a ghost of a kiss, trailing them along his jaw until he reaches his ear.

“But I wanna hear you beg for me, Gale,” he whispers. 

The immediate pressure around his cock as Gale reflexively clenches down has his head dropping into the crook of Gale’s neck momentarily, cursing under his breath. He can’t help but press his hips forward, needing just a bit of relief, sitting back up once he collects himself, determined to keep the upper hand.

“C’mon,” he rasps out, running his hands up and down Gale’s sides, fingers splaying over his ribcage. “I know you can do it, angel.”

Gale does whine this time, high and desperate in his throat, eyes slipping closed to hide from his own embarrassment. But–

“Please, John,” he says, barely above a whisper. “Need you.”

“Jesus, Gale,” John breathes, head spinning. “Good, so good, baby.”

John’s not going to push– that’s already a lot more than he’s usually able to goad out of Gale, and he’s going to unravel a lot quicker than he intends to if he keeps talking like that.

“Arch your back for me, pretty thing,” John prompts instead, beginning to shallowly fuck into him, and Gale does, tilting his head back on the pillow to bare his neck as his spine curves beneath John’s hands.

The sight nearly knocks the breath out of John, and he groans, sliding one hand under Gale to flatten his palm against the small of his back, feeling the way it flexes as he jerks his hips forward.

Gale cries out so sweetly when he really starts driving his cock into him, grasping desperately at John’s arms, face going slack as he finally gives him what he needs, and it gets to John like nothing else, forever dizzy with the knowledge that he gets to make Gale feel so good.

Dragging those pretty noises out of Gale and feeling him tremble because of him is what really does it for John every time, and it’s what inevitably has him tipping over the edge seconds after Gale spills over his stomach with a broken whimper.

John sinks his teeth into Gale’s collarbone just to feel him squirm beneath him as he fills him up, hands digging into his hips, rutting into him like he can bury his cock impossibly deeper, feeling nails scrabble at his back as the softest mewls escape Gale’s mouth.

He laves his tongue over the fresh indents in apology before lifting his head to capture Gale’s lips in a messy kiss, swallowing his gasps and sighs as he gives him a few more lazy thrusts, chest warm and fuzzy and lovestruck. 

John smiles into the kiss, and Gale laughs softly, and god, he’s going to be the death of him.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

“I wonder what the Mikeys are up to?”

Ah.

Sorry but I love how low-key unhinged 03 Mikey is throughout the show (“Mikey’s got the look…” - Leo says before Mikey beats up a bunch of the police force over a comic) and I have no doubt he will be encouraging rise Mikey to commit arson.

They are called the arson bros and I won’t have it any other way.

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[cybersanctum]

Arcane is an all-you-can-eat-buffet when you love Cocky Buff Women and Angsty Pathetic Men