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[spaceratprodigy]

for the mistletoe prompt: #3 for miss Iris & Nick?

@bokatan — [ smooch prompts ]

That'll get the coolant pumping! 💖😈💖

[mischievous-thunder]

It's him, Johnny. Logan himself is the source. He tried to get out of the Void that way and failed.

[rusty-gloinks]

cringetober day 1: screenshot redraw

Prompt list by @/icryink

[sariphantom]

Rise April 2024 Days 1, 2, and 3: Trick, Fashion, and Crossover

Technically... Usagi counts as crossover, considering he's from a different show.

[startistdoodles]

Kirbtober Day 14: 3DS

[mythtiide]

Day 3. Fluff / Angst 🍳

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 20: Truth

The truth…is uglier than you could have ever expected.

tw // vomit (spoilers too)

...happens only if he ate a meat bun prior to this

(all vomit in rain code is censored in pink glitter ✨)

based on this post I made long back

[shimmershy]

No way NO WAAAAY it's almost September. Ehehehehehe *rubbing hands together evilly* I can do Undertale September again.

[osteochondraldefect]

Upload my soul and my mind to the cloud, while my body can go straight to hell

[mcrololo]

Can you do some spin the wheel pp things and create a fic based on the results?

Gonna be real, I'm swimming in wips and ideas enough already, but the wheel gave me tatoo artist x flower shop AU yesterday and I couldn't shake that, so have a little drabble:

Beca didn’t even need to turn and face the entrance when the bell chimed and an even cheerier voice carried over it. She also didn’t bother to bite away her growing smile when she did turn around to find baby blues trained on her.

“What brings you here today?”

Chloe grinned. She gestured a bare arm, decorated with different petals in a variety of colored ink, further into the shop. “I’d like a bouquet. What else?”

“Ha-ha.” Beca smirked. “Wanna pick them out yourself?”

She rounded the counter and Chloe slipped closer, finger tracing Beca’s shoulder. “Got any pink lotuses?”

[fluffyfangirl]

Inspired by Daydream from disaster_energy

"It's a typical Thursday morning, except for the part where Will gets Chosen by the Moon Goddess and suddenly Mike's choice of which Paladin order to join gets a lot easier.”

My post for Byler Week 2023 - Day 1: DnD/Cleradin

[mischievous-thunder]

When you just want to save your universe and end up finding your soulmate

[tsukihimeyfan]

Just finished watching Wendigoon's video about Hisashi Ouchi and had a terrible, awful, no-good DP prompt idea come into my head. Come suffer with me.

So the Fentons constantly threaten to tear ghosts apart "molecule by molecule" right? What if they managed to make an anti-ghost weapon that made good on that threat? One that tore apart ghostly DNA or ectoplasm, and just straight-up turned any ghost hit by it into green goop, melted within seconds like Danny's clones?

So I imagine that at some point after destroying a couple of ghosts with this new weapon, Jack and Maddie finally manage to corner Phantom somehow. Terrified, Danny is left with no choice but to try to explain who and what he is, hoping to all the Ancients that it will be enough to stop them from hurting him.

Unfortunately for him, the Fentons don't really listen at first and shoot him point blank.

Danny puts his arms up to protect himself and closes his eyes, trembling in abject fear, imagining himself melting away into a pile of goop right in front of his parents. He desperately hopes it's quick and painless. He waits for the end.

...and waits

... and waits

The Fentons and Danny both feel shocked, but Danny eventually laughs (a bit hysterically) and continues explaining his accident, intensely relieved that his half-human nature had protected him from this weapon.

Once he explains everything, the Fentons apologize with tears in their eyes for how they had treated him. They accept him for who he is, and promise to do their best to learn more about ghosts' true natures. They decide to use their inventions in an actually scientific, ethical way, to learn more about this culture and people. Danny and Jazz are both ecstatic. Everything seems perfect. Sure, Danny might have thrown up and passed out the minute they got home from that little talk, and sure, his skin turned a bit red and painful where he got hit, but that was the extent of it, right? His human half purged the effects of the weapon from his body, no harm no foul.

But they all forget that while Danny's DNA is half human, it is also half ghostly in nature, and the weapon just tore through those parts of him like bullets through paper.

A week later, Danny's skin starts to feel like it's burning

[forgotteneilionora]

Alaric & Eilia + Lyndhurst Hall AU

eilia died about a thousand years ago. she's the ghost of a young bride who was, for a day, the mistress of lyndhurst hall (no doubt married to a ~roderick~ storm ;D who had already had three wives die mysteriously before their time..). eilia was a great heiress and was forced into marriage some time in the middle ages, only to be locked up in one of the towers, the next morning, and left to starve to death so that her bridegroom could marry again, and still keep her riches to himself. She's a prisoner now, forever after, in these halls, haunting largely the suite of rooms once said to be her bridal suite, and later her prison: particularly her library and primitive observatory in the north tower, where she is known largely as the blue lady, appearing mostly under the radiance of starlight, and searching for her long-lost sisters.

alaric comes from a cousin branch to her husband's, which inherited the castle sometime after her husband's line was inevitably extinguished (pulling a terribly efficient bluebeard scheme by abandoning your wives to die the morning after the marriage doesn't tend to leave a great deal of room for heirs, after all). alaric's parents divorced when he was a little child, and his mother managed to get custody of him, but not his elder siblings, and as a result he didn't grow up in the castle, but they did. w the recent demise of his mother, alaric's accepted an invitation to visit...forever, if the castle gets its way.

alaric's visited before, ofc, but he's never stayed so long (there's no definite end to the trip planned, after all, this time), and he's beginning to believe the rumors may be true...particularly as his rooms are in the north tower, and he's found that their previous occupant has yet to vacate them...and she's not overly thrilled to suddenly have a roommate bearing the name storm thrust upon her, either, after all these centuries. but, then, in a castle like this, its almost impossible to find a room that isn't already home to some soul or another...

its a very difficult thing to sleep while there's a ghost weeping at the foot of your bed, alaric quickly discovers, but after, one night, he asks her what's wrong and she finally seems to hear (after several attempts to communicate, as ghosts can be a bit stuck in their ways and sometimes require some time to warm up to you), he also discovers that helping someone else process their grief can sometimes be helpful to healing, yourself.

after finally explaing what happened to her, eilia tells him that, dying as she did, she never learned what became of her two sisters. at his death, their father had divided his substantial holdings between the three of them, and eilia is terrified that her husband did the same as he'd done to her to each of her sisters in turn, stealing the stafford fortune, in fact, for himself with their deaths, and was particularly anxious as to the doom that came to her second sister, for she was a witch, and he might have thus had perfect excuse to burn her to death. alaric tells her he will help her find out about her sisters in exchange for her promise that she finally leave him in peace.

together, alaric and eilia embark on their shared mission (eilia is greatly curious about his little enchanted box with its trapped spirit 'siri,' who seems to know so much but doesn't seem interested in any of eilia's offers to help ~her find peace!) alaric, meanwhile, can leave the property to track down clues elsewhere, armed with eilia's knowledge of the past -- and sometimes even take her w him, so long as he takes a piece of lyndhurst w him -- generally her family bible! this tactic was only once an issue, when he visited eilia's home w the bible, and the custodian tried all his might to get the thing from him, as it was a historical artifact of the staffords, and belongs here, dammit! he finally resorted to stealing it, but a furious eilia haunting ~him for a bit (she'd been forced places unwillingly by men more than enough for one spirit, already, thank you!) quickly saw the stolen item exuberantly returned to alaric!

learning whatever might have become of eilia's sisters leads to many shared adventures, kindled by the shared hope that eilia can at last find peace and alaric healing. but the longer alaric helps her in their shared mission, the less he finds he actually wishes her to leave him, as he made her promise to do, and the less sure she feels she can keep to her word, after all...tho neither wishes to admit it...

[nancyheart11]

How could he? Wild found himself shaking even as the physical sensation of the world around him faded. How could a brother of the sacred sword let Wild believe that he had been the only one to wake up to a Hyrule in ruin, being burdened by the knowledge that if he’d just been enough the first time around this wouldn’t be happening. And worse than the fact Time hid it, is the fact that he could pretend like it never happened. The people in his era weren’t haunted by the ghost’s of the past, mourning and wishing and struggling for just a scrap of what had been. Why had he ever thought that he might be able to measure up to any of the other heroes? He finally got far enough away to just breathe. So he sat on a rock and turned to face the bloody disk settling low in the sky, trying to keep the tears at bay. He had no reason to cry! He’d already known that he had failed in practically every way that matters. When he heard soft footsteps behind him he kept his eyes firmly on the horizon, he wasn’t ready to face his shame yet, but instead of Twilight or Hyrule with soft words like he was expecting he felt a cloth get pushed in his face with a sweet smell, before his eyes closed against his will.

DAY 6: “you lied to me” (Wild)

[supermarine-silvally]

Yara & Ace plz

💖

tysm for the prompt!! Apologies that it took awhile to complete, but here you go!! Hope you enjoy! <3

it's, uhh... slightly nsfw-ish?? mostly implied than anything

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

It was over.

The enemy’s ship lay in ruins, bits of wood and canvas floating dead in the water; the remnants of the captured crew escorted onto lifeboats with their hands resting on their heads. From the sullen looks on their faces, they had learned their lesson about attempting to encroach on the Whitebeard Pirates’ territory. 

Yara’s fingers dug into the rope ladder as she climbed up the side of the Moby Dick, anxiety twisting in her stomach. 

“Yara, go!!”

“What are you doing?!” she shouted, panic laced in her voice as Ace leapt in between her and the enemy captain. “We need to get back to the ship and regroup!”

“I’ll cover your escape!” he insisted, flames leaping off his skin. 

“Ace, wait--”

“Flame Fence!!”

A massive wall of fire shot up between them. Ace turned his head, gazing back at her between the flickering flames. “Go, love. I’ve got this.”

She pulled herself up onto the main deck, heart thudding in her chest. All she’d seen since leaving the island that had served as the battleground was a trail of smoke; neither hide nor hair remaining of Ace or his opponent. He was incredibly strong; she never doubted that for a second. Whitebeard hadn’t made him Second Division Commander while barely out of his rookie year for no reason. Yet still…

Her anxiousness only grew as she scanned around the deck. The enemy pirates were all gathered in the open space in front of Whitebeard’s chair. As per Whitebeard’s orders, their hands weren’t bound, but they were under the careful surveillance of Marco and Jozu. They seemed to know it too; grumbling to themselves but keeping their heads down. 

Yara used her Devil Fruit powers to pass through the crowd of people gathered on the deck, drifting through their bodies with ease. Most of the Whitebeard Pirates didn’t bother looking over at her, both familiar with her abilities and too tired to care. She continued to glance around, trying to keep her pulse from racing out of control in her worry. 

Then she saw it. A flash of orange, just beside the main mast. Her heart leapt, recognizing the unmistakable hat. “Ace!!”

“Hm?” His head whipped over in her direction at the sound of his name. He immediately perked up, a wide grin stretching across his freckled cheeks. “Yara!!”

Scrambling to his feet, he bolted towards her, pushing aside anyone in his path. Yara squeaked as Ace lifted her up with a laugh and twirled her around, keeping his arms firmly locked around her. As her feet hit the ground once more, he went in for the kiss, but she placed a hand over his lips. 

“Why didn’t you run?” she whispered.

Ace blinked, surprised at first, but then he reached for her hand with a smile. “Because in that moment, you were behind me, sweetheart. Running would’ve put you in danger, and you know I could never do that.”

Yara swallowed, trying to suppress the hot lump that rose in her throat. “You could have died, Ace.”

His eyes widened, noticing her pained expression. “Hey, hey…” he murmured, bringing her hand to his lips. “It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here.” He kissed her knuckles, then her wrist, lips pressing against her racing pulse. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise.”

She collapsed into his arms, resting her cheek on his shoulder. “You really need to stop scaring me like that. One of these days, you’re going to run into an opponent you won’t be so lucky against.”

“...Heh. Can’t help it if I feel like luck’s on my side.” He grinned. “After all, I managed to get with you, didn’t I?”

“Idiot,” she mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crook of his neck. “Those aren’t the same things at all.”

Chuckling, he slid a finger under her chin, lifting her head up. Without a moment’s further hesitation, he leaned in, meeting her lips with a contented hum. Yara’s eyes fluttered shut, feeling his lips part ever so slightly, his tongue easing its way into her mouth.

“Mm.” Ace pulled away, breaking the kiss with a faint pop! “Bedroom?”

She nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her towards the division commanders’ quarters. 

They were back on each other as soon as he kicked the door shut, pants and breathy moans filling the small space. Her arms were around his shoulders, his hands planted firmly on her hips. Ace took the lead, carefully moving her towards the queen-sized bed that sat in the corner of the room. Yara allowed herself to collapse onto it, resting her head on a pillow.

There was a feral glint in Ace’s dark brown eyes as he removed his hat, placing it to hang off the bedpost before crawling on top of her, his arms caging her beneath him. He nudged Yara’s legs further apart with his knee, pressing himself closer to her, fingers tangling in her hair as he cupped the side of her face. Their lips met in a series of flurried actions, desperate to drink each other in. Panting, he pulled away briefly before trailing kisses from her chin down her throat.

A pleasured gasp left Yara’s lips as he nipped at the sensitive spot on the crook of her neck. Her fingernails dug into his back, legs wrapping tightly around him. Ace’s hips bucked towards her, his desire for her evident as he recaptured her mouth with his. Her hands found their way to his hair, burying her fingers in his raven locks, massaging his scalp. His teeth gently tugged at her bottom lip, and she let out a moan in response.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured, breath hot against her face. “You keep making sounds like that and I won’t be able to hold back.”

The corners of her lips twitched into a smirk as she met his gaze with a determined one of her own. “And if I don’t want you to?”

“I’ll devour you.”

“Then devour me, Portgas.”

A low noise rumbled from Ace’s throat, almost like a growl. His pupils had dilated as he pushed the hem of her dress up past her waist before diving back at her lips like a man starved. One hand trailed along her thigh, a low heat from his Devil Fruit powers emanating off of it.

“Ah!” Yara gasped, her shoulder blades digging into the sheets as she arched her back, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her at the feeling of his warm fingers caressing her so tenderly.

“You like that, huh, Hellcat?” Ace breathed, coaxing her through her ecstasy. “My pretty girl. My pretty, pretty girl. ‘M so lucky.”

A high-pitched whine escaped Yara as heat pooled in her stomach. “Need you, Ace! Need--”

Knock knock!

“Hey, Ace! Yara!” Thatch called out from the other side of the door. “Pops wants you both on deck, so put your clothes back on.”

Ace let out a groan. “Oh, gimme a break.”

Yara couldn’t help but chuckle as Ace pushed himself off of her, grumbling something about burning a hole straight through the Fourth Division Commander’s favourite pair of pants next time he was on laundry duty. She shifted around, pulling her dress back over her hips as she rose to a seated position. Lifting Ace’s hat from the bedpost, she placed it onto his head. “There you are, Commander Ace. All fit for duty.”

As their eyes met, his annoyance at Thatch seemed to melt away. “Thanks. Now c’mon. You know I can’t do it without my brilliant, sexy Vice-Commander by my side.”

He offered her a hand, and she slid off the bed. 

“Hey.” Ace pulled her into his arms. His fingers brushed under her chin, a warm smile lingering on his freckled face. “I love you. I mean it, Yara.”

“I know,” she replied as she draped her arms over his shoulders, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose.

“We’ll continue this later?”

“Of course.”

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