#the way you said I love you prompts

[rcreveal]

Soggy Bread

NanoMutt Prompt a day challenge Day 5: How you said I love you over a bottle of beer.

Good Omens

Beelzebub/Gabriel

Crossposted to AO3

Day 5 of the prompt challenge in Sendarya’s Discussion Server.

“Where are we?” Beelzebub looked around at the pub.  No, it called itself a brewery.  The inhabitants were wearing a wide assortment of dark hooded sweatshirts, with or without midriff-baring undershirts and an impressive collection of tattoos. Outside a light rain was falling from an overcast sky.

“We’re in,” Gabriel smiles and nods while he gestures to his hooded sweatshirt and a thick and luxurious beard.  “The Pacific Northwest!”

“Oh. That explains why I just saw a man ride by transporting four children on a single bicycle and an 80 year old woman drove by in a three wheeled vehicle without doors.  In the rain." Beelzebub continues to look around.

“But why here?”  Beelzebub’s gesture encompasses the brewery, the town, the rain, and the hoodies.

"Now hear me out,” Gabriel said with both hands pointed towards the six little half pints of beer lined up in front of them, “Aziraphale and Crowley…”

“The traitor,” Beelzebub said with a smiling sneer.

“Yes, lucky for us he is a nice traitor, uh, nice demon,” Beelzebub is wincing and looking at Gabriel with open disbelief. "Those words, together, just feel weird, in my mouth," Gabriel gestures a hand around his mouth.

“The two words ‘nice’ and ‘demon’ just don’t go together,” explains Beelzebub.

“They do in this case.  Which is why,” Gabriel takes one of their hands and kisses it, “I’m still here to talk with you.” 

“Fine. But why beer? You like to drink hot cocoa,”  Beelzebub points out.

“But, I could like beer!” Gabriel still smiles,  “Crowley and Aziraphale like to drink intoxicating substances.  Many humans like to drink intoxicating substances, so we ,” Gabriel is indicating them both, “could like intoxicating substances!”

“Furthermore, we’re at basically the same latitude as Aziraphale and Crowley, but on the other side of the globe, so we balance them out by being here .” Gabriel points down.  He has been explaining all this like he might have a slide presentation and Beelzebub has been giving him the kind of disbelieving look many a demon presenter has come to fear.

“I still don’t see the point.” Beelzebub gestures to the beer sampler.

Gabriel, who is immune to the disbelieving stares of his presentation audiences continues, “ And , I asked my little friend here to taste all the intoxicating substances to tell me which one you’d like best.” Gabriel holds up his finger and a fly alights on it.

Finally, Beelzebub smiles, both at the fly and Gabriel, “You two did that for me?” they hold up their finger next to Gabriel’s and the fly tipsily walks onto it.

“The fly said that you’d like beer better because you’d like soggy rotted bread,” and Gabriel holds up one of the small half pints of beer and looks at it, “Better than rotted grape juice.”

Beelzebub, eyes shining, lifts another half pint and sips it under the expectant gaze of Gabriel and the fly.  Their face contorts through several configurations before settling on an eyebrow raised towards the drink.

“Ye-es, I think I could get to like the soggy rotted bread drink.   But this one has too much of the antibacterial hops in it for my taste.  Which one doesn’t have that in?” they lift the fly to their ear and select a different glass, this time smiling appreciatively.

"Oh, he says we should try the rotted sweetened tea.  They call it kombucha.  But to be careful with the ones with CBD in." Beelzebub says tasting another beer.

Gabriel purses his lips in a thoughtful face and nods while holding up his half pint to clink against Beelzebub's.  "They call it a toast"

"But, the liquid is cold." Beelzebub points out, perplexed.

"Humans," says Gabriel and they both shrug and sip their beer.

[drac0line1nn1t]

*Wade staring at himself in the mirror*

Wade: I'm so pretty.. *obviously doesn't believe it and is trying to convince himself*

*Wade frowns and reaches for his mask*

*Logan walks up behind him and gently grabs the arm reaching for his mask and Wade jumps around three feet in the air*

Wade: Marvel jesus peanut warn a gu-

*Logan reaches around his head with his other hand and puts his hand over Wade's mouth*

*Logan leans his head on Wade's shoulder looking in the mirror too*

Logan: *smiles* You're so pretty, bub.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

What if Christos Lawton is the one responsible for putting I Say A Little Prayer For You on the official George Hodgson playlist. What then. On the one hand I would have to set myself on fire but on the other hand it would be FANTASTIC news for whoever authored my all time favorite post on the Cold Boys Kink Meme

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 9: Love

I think that he forgot his love identity too… 💓💦

[gothsuguru]

coughs up blood as i drag myself to your doorstep …………… kairo i’m so fucking late i’m sorry but i NEED to know about capture the sting of his venom. i need to. or else i’ll die . the mice need your cult!geto crumbs so bad just the title of this alone lets me know i’ll crash out 💔💔💔💔 hopefully no one has asked about it yet ….. sobs …………. what is the premise what is the dynamic how awful is he on a scale from one to ten 🎤🎤🎤

ALSO buzzcut season 🥺🥺 plspls ….

(^ me breaking into ur inbox) (pouring you a cup of hot chocolate and sitting you down in front of the fireplace as snow falls from the sky outside our cozy apartment…… btw ☕️❄️)

ARI DO YOU KNOW I WOULD DIE FOR YOU……. i am squeaking at the mice w joy they are my Friends <333 BUT OMFG LET ME GET INTO THESE HEHEHE TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THEM BELOVED 🙂‍↕️🩷

OKAY SO . capture the sting of his venom is about cult leader!geto (obviously……. who’s gonna be as venomous as him </3) and his unwillingness to fall in love with a nonsorcerer……. yet one day at his compound, reader walks in with the most dangerous curse attached to them. i think suguru takes in reader as a “favor” but he very clearly only wants them for their curse! but over time i think he finds himself… feeling human? enamored? it’s a push and pull within himself so he outwardly expresses his hatred and whatnot to reader — and that ties into the “sting of his venom” ((but deep down… he feels something that he hasn’t felt in a Long time for reader)) but who knows if reader even reciprocates bc of how he’s acted… idk i have to plan/plot this one out more but 🙂‍↕️ he’s also silly at times in this bc he very Clearly doesn’t need to be around reader/surround himself w reader but sometimes he’ll just stomp angrily to where reader is reading a book or some shit & he’s crossing his arms and side eyeing them w daggers while huffing brattily until reader gives him attention </3 and then immediately says “what’re YEW 🫵🏼 looking at 😒” when they finally look at him . bratty cringe cult boy *cue his furious blushing*

AND RAHHHHHHH buzzcut season is actually inspired by lorde’s song & the premise of the song is this:

and this reminds me SO much of a young suguru & jujutsu society as a whole! so i think this is gonna be abt 1st year suguru and reader and the young recklessness of his youth — almost like the calm before the storm type beat? i want it to be Drenched with youth & nostalgia! and there’s a prompt list that kit rb’d with a prompt of “a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum, and rolling tobacco” that reminds me soooooo much of suguru <3 i think juxtaposing the beauty & youth & naïveté & excitement of youth vs the violence & curses & bullshit that sorcerers go through would be FASCINATING! there’s a scene i really wanna add (i’ll just say it here bc idk when i’ll post this fic — hopefully next spring/summer) but suguru swallowing his first Properly heinous special grade curse and how that effects him + reader giving him a ramune bottle & some bubblegum to try and lessen the effects. something something putting a bandaid on a gunshot wound but it means the World to suguru bc that means someone’s watching him/looking out for him :’)

BUT WAHHHH TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THESE MY BELOVED <333 i’m most excited for buzzcut season hehe :3 BUT I’LL TRY AND MAKE BOTH REALLY GOOD ESPECIALLY FOR YOU <333 anything 4 arination 🫡

omg sorry this got so long i just got so excited :3 i am happily taking plush geto & the hot chocolate + i’m laying my head in your lap in front of the fireplace <3 ^^ and here’s this pic for you………. this is arikairo when kittyjaku lures us into their mousetrap . u r the Mouse i am the Chees…….. 😔😪 we both got Got by a bad bitch (kenjaku) </333

[nemmet]

💌 - freddie w/daphne

hello and welcome to my dyed hair freddie agenda

emoji + character ask game

[kindaasrikal]

Sometimes i make fanart and think ‘wow, this one specific person would love it!’ And its happened multiple times with many people and i still don’t understand why i feel disappointed when Ive barely shared two words with these people when they don’t see it at all.

[itsdefinitely]

💀😡

starting off strong!

💀 least favorite lord in black and why 😡 least favorite character from npmd and why

based off design... pokey. he is so swagless please i need to give him cool pants please please why doesn't he have shiny pants and a feather boa he deserves one give him heels you cowards

as for npmd (characters who have a speaking role): brenda. hearing her talk the first time made my soul float out of my body. i didn't recognize it as bryce; i thought they genuinely got a teenager to be brenda. it just took me off guard how real she was. compared to everyone else matching their stereotype, brenda acts like. a regular teenager

[supermarine-silvally]

❤️ + Portada pls!! -🍂

Part 2 of this!

❤️ first kiss / realization

Something was terribly, horribly wrong. 

Ace had first noticed it at breakfast. He had stuffed his plate with as much bacon as Thatch would let him get away with and sauntered over to his usual spot, wedging himself between Yara and Marco. The First Division Commander had greeted him as per usual, but Yara didn’t even bother to glance up from the saddest bowl of oatmeal Ace had ever seen; the only garnishing on it two solitary raisins. 

(He knew for a fact that she didn’t even like raisins. They reminded her too much of the crappy communion wine at the convent she grew up at, she’d told him once, scrunching her nose up in that adorable way she did whenever she found something particularly unsatisfactory.)

Throughout the rest of the day, things seemed to only get worse. She kept her gaze down and her answers monosyllabic whenever he tried to interact with her-- and that was when she didn’t outright leave the room as soon as he entered. 

“Trouble in paradise, yoi?” Marco had asked him when he caught Ace moping around on the Moby Dick’s upper deck.

Ace let out a massive, depressed sigh in response, draping his arms over the gunwale. Part of him almost wished a strong gust of wind would come along and knock him into the water. “I think I did something wrong, Marco. I haven’t seen her this upset with me since before I officially joined the crew.”

The doctor placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You need to talk to her about it. I’m sure whatever it is can easily be fixed. Yara may be stubborn, but she’s not unreasonable.”

“That’s… true,” Ace conceded. He stood up straight, his determination renewed. “I’ll go find her. The sooner I can sort this out, the better.”

“Good luck, yoi,” Marco said, giving him a firm pat on the back. 

And that was what led him here, hanging out near the entrance to the mess hall, biding his time. There was no way that Yara could avoid him forever… could she?

“Ace.”

He instantly perked up, a relieved grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of her heading towards him, a file stuffed with papers tucked under her arm. She, however, did not return his joy, but instead stared emotionlessly back at him as she handed him the file. “Pops said to give this to you.”

He nodded, receiving it from her. “Oh, thanks! …Right, these are the maps I wanted to see.”

Yara gave him a curt nod in return before pivoting back towards the entranceway.

“Wait, where are you going?”

She stopped, turning to face him again, her eyes narrowed. “I came. I gave you the file. And now I’m leaving.”

“Yara!” Ace called out after her, dropping the file onto a nearby table. He reached for her hand, but his fingers passed straight through her. His brow furrowed, confused. Now she was using her Devil Fruit powers with him? She never did that.  

“I’m not in the mood, Ace,” was all she replied, her tone icy.

His entire body wilted, heart thudding pitifully in his chest as she left the mess hall without so much as a second glance. Oh, he had definitely fucked something up. 

☠-----⚔-----☠-----⚔-----☠

“Yaraaaaa…” Ace knocked on her bedroom door. “Can we talk? Please?”

He held his breath, waiting. Finally, after a moment, the latch clicked. Yara opened the door a crack. She was wearing her nightdress, her loose hair cascading down her shoulders. Ace couldn’t help but notice the dark circles lingering under her eyes as she stared at him. 

Swallowing, he took a step back. “Hi.”

“It’s late, Ace.”

“I know. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Then I suppose you’ve come to let me down easy,” she said with a sigh.

His brow furrowed. “Let you down what?”

“Never mind. I shouldn’t delay the inevitable. Shall we go somewhere more private than the living quarters?”

Nodding, he allowed her to step out of her room before following her down the hallway. She led him down the stairs and outside to the second level balcony. The stars glinted overhead as the Moby Dick gently careened along its path, cutting through the ocean’s calm surface. Yara leaned against the railing, the faint breeze catching the edge of her nightdress. Just the sight of her underneath the moon’s light was enough to make Ace’s stomach twist into knots. 

He sucked in a breath. There was no way he could let this go on any longer. “It’s the stupid dare thing, isn’t it? That’s why you’re upset with me.”

“I’m not upset with you,” Yara replied evenly. “I’m upset with myself.”

“What? Why?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. It matters a lot. Especially if I… if I did something to hurt you. Please, Yara. You’re…” He swallowed. “You’re one of my best friends. Whatever it is, I’ll make it right.”

Yara glanced away from him, a conflicted look flickering through her eyes. “I… made a foolish miscalculation,” she said after a moment. “I thought that… perhaps you might…” She hesitated. For a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw a faint blush spread across her cheeks. “That, well… That kissing me wouldn’t have been as intolerable for you as it evidently was.”

“Intolerable?” His brow furrowed. “Kissing you wouldn’t be intolerable.”

“Oh, please.” Her glare narrowed as it returned to rest on him. “You dragged your feet and then turned away at the last second. How the hell else could I possibly interpret that, Ace? From my standpoint, it was a fairly obvious rejection.” 

Ace’s heart was practically beating out of his chest as the realization slowly dawned on him. “Hold on a minute. You… wanted me to kiss you?”

Yara’s nose scrunched up, her mouth drawing into a tight line like it did whenever she was frustrated by something. Finally, she turned away with a sigh. “…You’re an idiot of the most hopeless variety. Let’s just forget this ever happened.”

“Yara, wait.” He reached towards her, catching her hand. This time, her flesh stayed solid, and he curled his fingers around hers as he pulled her in. 

She let out a surprised gasp as one of his hands moved to her waist, the other tenderly cupping her face. Her skin felt so soft as he lightly stroked her cheek, the butterflies that had been nesting in his stomach bursting to life. 

“Last night, I really, really wanted to kiss you,” he breathed. 

“Then why didn’t you?” she whispered, eyes widening as his fingers traced along the small of her back. 

“Because I didn’t want our first kiss to be something either of us would regret,” he confessed. “You’re too special to me for that.”

“Ace…”

“I never thought I’d meet someone like you, Yara. Someone who just… accepted me so easily. Who didn’t care at all about my good-for-nothing father. The last thing I ever would’ve wanted is for you to think I only kissed you because Haruta dared me to, and not because I’m madly, stupidly in love with you, and I have been ever since Pops brought me onto this ship.”

Her eyes went unnaturally wide. “What?”

“Oh.” Ace blinked, his hand leaving her waist to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck. “Shoot, did I just say that out loud?”

He took her stunned silence as an affirmative. “So, uh… would it be okay if I kissed you now?”

“Please,” Yara breathed, leaning in. Their foreheads pressed lightly together, noses brushing as they revelled in each other’s warmth. His arms wrapped around her waist, the cotton fabric of her nightdress bunching between his fingers as he pulled her tight to his chest. She clung to his bare shoulders, the tips of her fingers smoothing along his collarbone, each feather-light touch setting off fireworks in his stomach.

“You’re so beautiful, Hellcat,” he murmured against her lips, feeling her breath hitch. 

“Kiss me already, Fire Fist,” she whispered, the neediness in her voice sending a jolt of pleasure throughout his entire body, small flames flickering involuntarily off his skin.

He wasted no more time in closing the gap between them, lips slotting into place as if they were always meant to do so. The whole world ceased to exist around him as their mouths moved in sync, the taste of her flooding his senses, all the pent-up love he’d kept locked in his heart for so long finally flowing freely through him.

One hand slowly drifted upwards, tangling in her long violet hair as he cupped the back of her neck, pressing himself forwards to dip her down, stealing a tiny gasp of air before continuing the kiss. He could feel Yara’s lips twitch upwards, the sensation making him grin into the kiss as well. 

They broke away, foreheads coming to rest against each other’s as Ace cradled Yara’s cheek in his palm. “I love you,” he admitted. “I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, and for being such an idiot last night.”

Yara laughed softly. “After that kiss, you’re definitely forgiven. And I…” Her face flushed, looking away for a moment before returning her heterochromatic gaze to meet his dark eyes. “I love you too, Portgas D. Ace. You dummy.”

“You love me too,” he repeated, unable to keep himself from grinning wildly. His heart felt as if it were on fire, burning with an intense, aching passion. I never thought I’d ever hear anyone say those words to me. I’m hardly deserving of them, yet… Yet it still feels so nice.

He slipped an arm around her waist, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as they both gazed out at the moon and stars beyond. “So… where do we go from here?”

She shrugged. “Wherever we want, I suppose. We’ll figure it out together.”

Smiling, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That sounds perfect.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene (and @box-of-bats too if you want the narrative resolution to the last prompt hehe)

[sonknuxadow]

going to start this post with the fact that im not trying to be a hater right now im just genuinely confused . anyway. the thing about sonic and shadow is that i dont think its a bad ship or that its entirely baseless or that their relationship is meaningless or anything like that. my feelings on so/nadow are complicated but i do like it to a degree . but i also feel like people are exaggerating how much is there in terms of canon backing for the ship (at least in the franchise overall if we're talking sonic prime specifically that makes more sense but prime is also like the spiders georg of so/nadow). like they have their moments but i dont think its as frequent a thing as people act like it is (again at least not in the games/comics) . like theyre just not as close or as obviously in love in the actual source material as some people seem to think they are ..??? some of the stuff i see being passed around as so/nadow moments is just them existing in the same frame .. ??? im not even saying its wrong to ship them or make them be in love in the headcanon sonic universe that exists in your head or whatever i just think that saying its basically canon is a huge stretch and idk what people are seeing between them that im not . sorry please dont get madat me. scampers away like a frightened little animal

[rcreveal]

The Anniversary

Summary:

NanoMutt Prompt a day: Day 10- How you say I love you- when I’m not there. This what-if asks what would happen if Crowley and Aziraphale didn't get their reunion.

Work Text:

It was the anniversary.  It always happened on the anniversary.

Cold.

Dark.

Empty.

A form hung suspended, curved, unmoving.

Years suspended in silence, and still, it always happened on the anniversary.

How he still knew that a year had passed, out here so far from the rotation of a mediocre little star, in a pedestrian little galaxy.  That was all gone now.  It had been for millenia.  Ever since the Second Coming.

There was no air to move, but his body still went through the motions of sighing, hanging as it was suspended, weightless.  The tissues frozen and pale.  Eyes open but spiderwebbed with ice.

Always, the anniversary.

The figure arches back, a shockwave of dark light bursts in every direction.

“Right. I didn’t get a chance to say what I was going to say, I think I’d better say it now.”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I could always rely on you.  You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group.”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

“And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t.  And I would like to spend…”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

“You idiot, we could have been an us”

I love you, I love you, I love you

Wave after wave.  Pulse after pulse, celestial radio waves from an empty quarter of the cosmos.

The figure, arms and legs throw out and wide, tattered wings stretched, seeking a reply, seeking something back.

The waves cross like raindrops on a pool, intersecting, and the harmonics create a returning message.

“Don’t bother.”

The signal dies from the source

I…

The figure crumples forward, jerkily each limb freezes into place.

love…  

The last reverberation fades.

you…

A death rattle of something escaping, a glittering trail of ice drops from the frozen eyes.

Always.

The anniversary.

[i-tzi]

POKEDDEXY DAY 1: BUG TYPE (#988)

Another year, another Pokeddexy!! 🎉

I honestly don't know how much I'll be able to combine because objectively January is kind of a shitty month for me lol

But WHO CARES, enjoy my boys, see you again at the end of the challenge if I'm still alive lol o|-<

[somestreptomyces]

Read on ao3

Caleb paused in the kitchen doorway, intentions for tea entirely forgotten in the wake of the scene before him.

"Is that…a scale?"

The waspish reply he received was somewhat diminished by the smear of flour dusted across Essek’s high cheekbone. "Yes."

He carefully removed a spoonful of flour from its dish, glaring at the needle indicating its weight as it bobbed. "Your kitchen instruments were inaccurate and I will not let this fail due to lackadaisical measurements."

Caleb pressed his lips tight, smothering any teasing reply he might have made. He watched as Essek nodded with satisfaction, plucking the bowl and setting it aside before replacing it with an empty one, marking a bit of parchment with the weight and quickly scratching out the arithmetic. Caleb stepped further into the kitchen, noting the neat little row of other carefully measured and labeled bowls spread across the table. "I don't know, " he said, plucking one of the clearly already weighed chocolate morsels and popping it into his mouth, "my mutti always said she measured with her heart and she was an excellent cook."

Essek pursed his lips, pulling the bowl out of Caleb's reach. "Baked goods cannot be left to whimsy, Caleb Widogast."

He didn't quite manage to suppress a snort of laughter this time, though he quickly schooled his face neutral again under Essek's withering glare. It didn't last long, however, irritation melting into genuine unease. He plucked at his lower lip in nervous habit, casting his eyes down at the table before him.

"Jester made her displeasure with my last offering quite clear. I do not wish to disappoint her again."

Caleb reached around the scale, drawing Essek’s flour-dusted fingers from their fussing and pressing their backs to his lips instead. "I am sure she will be delighted that you took the time to bake for her, even if they do not turn out as perfectly as you hope."

Essek smiled self-consciously, squeezing Caleb's fingers and sighing. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

"Well,” Caleb said, releasing Essek’s hand to tie his hair back and look over the contents of the table, “as it turns out I am an excellent kitchen helper. You've got your butter and sugar measured out? Let me start creaming them while you finish the rest."

based on this prompt list

When baking chocolate chip cookies

[zappedbyzabka]

Kreese definitely was abusive to all the Cobras and left a mark on them back then but Johnny was always a focus for him from the very start.

[kanerallels]

Platonic sebezra, circus au?

Oh-ho-ho I did NOT expect this prompt to take root the way it did. Ahem. But here's a little ficlet that doesn't even begin to touch the depths of brain rot you've given me

“You’re the new tightrope walker, right?”

Sabine didn’t look up from lacing up her shoes as she replied, “Looks like it.”

This wasn’t where she’d expected to be— a circus in the middle of nowhere, barely breaking even. Clearly, it wasn’t as popular as it used to be. Everything made that clear, from the worn out waistcoat that the ringmaster had been wearing when he hired her and the threadbare costumes hanging on a rack near her, to the fact that the tent was still nearly empty, and it was fifteen minutes until show time.

But she’d gotten stuck, and she needed the money. And luckily, she was good at more than one thing. Tightrope walking would be easy.

Rising, she turned towards the arena— and froze, coming face to face with a lion.

Her instinct was to scream, her second to run or fight. But instead, Sabine deliberately tensed her muscles, feeling the panic race through her, silently counting to five. When she reached five, she let out a long exhale, then lifted an eyebrow at the orange clad boy standing behind the lion.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Lion tamer?”

He grinned. “How’d you guess?” With a quick whistle, he called the lion back, and it settled next to him, looking like nothing so much as an over large cat. “I’m Ezra, and this is Jasmine.”

“Sabine. This how you greet all your new coworkers?”

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Only the ones who can handle it. And it looked like you could. Besides, it’s a good test of who’s going to stick around.”

Sabine had no intention of sticking around. This job would, hopefully, get her enough money to make it to her next destination, and then she would move on.

But for now, she just nodded. “Looks like I passed.”

“Looks like it,” Ezra said with a grin. “Welcome to Circus Spectres.”

[decidentia]

Had a fucking abysmal day at work on Thursday. Started my hunt for something new yesterday, and I already have an interview scheduled for Tuesday. The recruiter phoned me within minutes of receiving my CV and called me ‘heaven sent’ so I’m hopeful. To my current boss – you think you can do my job? Do it, then.