#ty for prompt! :D

[blackjackkent]

3 for Hector

(OC Asks: Put Those Guys in Situations)

3. Your character is stuck in a timeloop! They can choose ONE other character to remember every loop. Which character do they choose? What happens next?

Ooh, this is a bit tough. There is a powerful sentimental and deeply in love streak in Hector that would want him to choose Karlach, assuming that her being trapped in the time loop meant that her heart's degradation would reset. A way to buy them more time with each other. And the truth is Hector has lived much of his life in a place that was fundamentally stagnant and unchanging; in some ways that fact might not bother him as much as it might bother many people.

However - it would bother him to think of his other friends never growing and changing beyond their current point, and more distinctly he knows for sure that Karlach would chafe at a stagnant, repetitive life - and he wouldn't want that with her either really. There's a reason that he described their potential future together (were she to be able to live) as full of adventure.

So ultimately, he would not choose her. He would, instead, choose Gale. Not for interpersonal reasons per se (although he and Gale would definitely spend several loops reading every book in Sorcerous Sundries and nerding out together) but because Gale is the one he thinks most likely to be able to help him find the right magic to break the cycle when they are ready to move on.

[verocitea]

*insert a fun and witty autumn related caption here*

[superstarcadet]

I hold my worried heart close. "I think I know exactly where to start." I reply.

Day Four of @byler-week! A short, yet meaningful one today! This one probably takes the cake for being my favorite so far, so I hope you all enjoy it just as much as I did making it! :-D Today's Prompts were: Bridge, Crumbling, Rebuild, Orange (my favorite color!)/Blue color scheme

Part One || Part Two || Part Three

[befuddled-calico-whump]

okay okay so I had a dream about a robin hood-style band of outlaws who were captured in a group by royal guards.

The leader was interrogated in front of his men by having arrows driven into his legs, which were then tugged on and moved around while embedded there to cause more pain and damage. When threatened to have it done to his arms too, he cracked, spilling vital information/confessing to the group's crimes in front of his men.

The rest of the outlaws were pretty pissed off, and shunned him, even when he was begging for help/water after the guards left.

[msshinylemon]

*Knock, Knock*

‘Tis a note found upon your chamber’s door,

Please read it, I implore

It holds a message of desire,

to know your thoughts and feel inspired.

~ i can’t just ignore these feelings i have for you. ~

Chuuya watched Dazai laugh, his edges turned soft under the morning light streaming through the window. His eyes fluttered closed as laughter fell from his lips. Butterflies fluttered within Chuuya, a familiar aching that was easier to shove down amidst the chaos of their usual everyday life.

He couldn’t pinpoint when these feelings had taken root, only aware they grew with each visit to the arcade, with every bet they won or lost together.

The light hit just right, turning dark eyes into pools of honey and amber. As the sun continued to rise, Chuuya knew he couldn't just ignore these feelings he had for him.

The thought didn't bother him as much as he thought it would.

[greglow03]

Day 05.05. - VanWeek Art👱‍♀️

SUNRISE!!🌄 Hope you guys like it!! It's my only contribution to the VanWeek😔, but it was fun seeing others' creations!!😄

@vanweek2024

[sychosid]

they didn't tell you?

ADAM SQUAREDDDD

IT'S a little short. but enjoy

Adam Page stared at the man in front of him, which should've been impossible. He shouldn't have been there. He shouldn't have been alive at all to start.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Adam Cole's voice was steady, solid, despite everything. Despite the fact that he shouldn't even be alive to start.

"Like what?" Maybe if Page played dumb enough, Cole wouldn't clue into anything.

"No, c'mon Hanger, don't give me that. What's up?"

"You're back? For real?"

"...Yeah? In the flesh!" Cole grinned and Page winced.

"...They didn't tell you?" He offered, shrugging a little bit.

"They? Like...?"

"The Bucks...Kenny..."

"Tell me what?" Cole looks completely clueless, and Adam hates being the one to deliver the news.

Page hesitated before speaking, "...Well, you should be dead, Adam."

The two men stared at each other, and suddenly Cole's face grew grim.

"I know." His voice was a whisper. "So why didn't you stop them?"

[inafieldofdaisies]

Rareș: “Hey, Cal! Heard new flamethrowers are coming to town… I've got my dollar bills ready.”

"You know one of them already has my name on it and a Zorro sticker for good luck."

[lilac-hecox]

Hello! I love your twin au! I was wondering if I could get some Daniel/Ian with some pining Anthony/one sided Ianthony on the side? The ending is all up to you!

Ian/Daniel + (one sided Ian/Anthony) - Twins

--

Anthony wasn’t jealous. He wasn’t. Anyone on Earth would be weirded out by the fact that their identical twin brother was suddenly dating their best friend. The best friend Anthony has had for years and grew up alongside Anthony and his identical twin Daniel. The best friend that previously spent all his time with Anthony and now spent the majority of the time with Daniel, leaving Anthony feeling like a footnote in his own life. Ian was his best friend. He wasn’t jealous. He was bothered. He missed his best friend. But he wasn’t jealous.

Anthony wakes up late one Saturday afternoon and pads sleepily out into the living room, intent on heading into the kitchen and making himself a bowl of cereal. Instead, he finds Ian and Daniel sitting together on the couch, Daniel’s hand open along Ian’s jaw, the two of them kissing like the world was about to end.

“Come on!” Anthony says, his voice raised, “I just got up.”

The two of them jerk apart, and Ian blinks wide blue eyes at Anthony. His eyes look darker, hazier, and something about them makes Anthony want to shiver. He’s got a flush over his cheeks, pink and stupid.

Daniel turns to look at Anthony, an eyebrow raised and his lips red and shiny.

“Good morning to you too,” he says coolly.

“Can you two please stop acting like animals for, like, two seconds?” Anthony asks, “I lost my damn appetite now.”

Ian clears his throat, “I, uh, actually did come over to hang out with you. You were sleeping so- “

“So, you decided to make out with Daniel in the meantime,” Anthony says, a little bitterly. He crosses his arms across his chest. He’s being childish, he knows, but he can’t stop. What the hell did Ian see in Daniel anyway? Daniel was pretentious. He liked to read, acted like he was too good to watch Pokémon with Ian and Anthony or play Halo or Call of Duty like they used to. He listened to weird music; he wasn’t funny at all. Anthony couldn’t see why Ian liked him as a friend, let alone anything more than that.

When Anthony had first started noticing Daniel flirting with Ian, he hadn’t been worried. Ian was as straight as they come, plus, Ian would never date someone who looked exactly like his best friend. Surely, it would be too weird for him to kiss someone that looked identical to Anthony.

Apparently, he was wrong.

“Stop being a jealous bitch,” Daniel says, rolling his eyes. “Ian really did come to see you. Is it my fault if I capitalize on how lazy you are?”

Daniel furthers his point by linking his and Ian’s hands together, intertwining their fingers.

Anthony sighs, “Whatever. I’ll be in my room.”

He’s aware he’s acting petty, but Anthony can’t help but slam the door shut behind him. Thank God he and Daniel had separate bedrooms. Anthony needed space away from his twin. People always asked him if he and Daniel were best friends, or they assumed that it would be that way, but most of the time Anthony was desperate for space from his twin brother. They used to be close when they were younger. Anthony, painfully shy, and Daniel, more outgoing, it was easy to follow Daniel’s lead and feel confident that someone always had Anthony’s back.

Somewhere around middle school, their dynamic began to change. Daniel started liking new stuff, started making a lot of friends. He asked their mom if she could request that their middle school put them in separate sixth grade classes because Daniel ‘wanted a chance to grow outside of always being with Anthony’. At first, Anthony was hurt, but it was for the best in the long run because being in that other sixth grade class meant that Anthony got to meet Ian, his best friend.

Except now Daniel was trying to take him too.

There’s a knock on the door and Anthony huffs.

One second, two, then a quiet, “Anthony?”

“Yeah, you can come in, Ian.”

The door opens and Ian is there, looking sheepishly at the carpeted floor of Anthony’s bedroom. Ian shuts the door behind him which thank God means that he and Daniel have stopped sucking face long enough for Ian to come talk to him.

“Look,” Ian says, “I’m sorry. I know you don’t like seeing me with him and-“

“I don’t care what you do,” Anthony says, turning away from Ian and to his computer. He turns on the monitor, intent on fucking around the Smosh website and ignoring Ian.

Ian sighs from behind him and Anthony hears him pad over to the bed.

“You sure? You really looked like you cared out there.”

Anthony rolls his eyes and spins in his chair, so he is facing Ian.

“Fine, I do care. It’s weird, Ian! It’s weird because he looks just like me! He’s, my brother! He’s a guy! You barely ever want to hang out with me anymore, you would rather spend all your time with my dumb ass brother and you’re my best friend, and I met you first! I’m the whole reason Daniel even knows who you are!”

Anthony spills his guts, all the thoughts he has been keeping pent up, he lets them go on Ian.

Ian blinks, his mouth frowns. Ian shrugs, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Why do you even like him?”

Ian’s eyes show traces of hurt and Anthony ignores that, ignores how it hurts him in exchange.

“I don’t know! He’s smart, and he’s cool, he knows all this shit I’ve never heard of. He makes me laugh...he makes me happy…” Ian says weakly.

Anthony feels like he’s going to throw up, but he can’t (or won’t) pinpoint exactly why.

“Of all the guys to go homo for, you pick my brother…”

Ian is quiet, he smooths out Anthony’s bedspread under him with his palms.

“I’m sorry,” Ian says, and he sounds like he means it.

Guilt pangs through Anthony. God damn, Ian. God damn him and his stupid blue eyes, and his idiotic sad face, and the way that Daniel makes him fucking happy.

Anthony sighs, “I just…guess I’ll have to get used to it or…whatever…” he says weakly.

Ian eyes him like he’s not quite sure how to take that.

“Can you make, like, more of an effort to still hang out with me too or whatever?” Anthony asks, his face flushing at how he’s asking for more time with Ian, scared that it’s the one thing Ian won’t be able to give him.

Ian though, he smiles, and he nods.

“Yeah, man. I have to go and do my daily conditioning run, but I wanted to know if you wanted to walk to the park later and hang out? Fuck around, you know?”

“Just you and me?” Anthony asks hesitantly.

“Yeah, dude,” Ian says with his crooked little smile.

Anthony nods, “Sounds good. Have fun at your run or whatever, don’t get hit by a car.”

Ian laughs, he stands and nods at Anthony, “See you in a bit, dude.”

Anthony nods back, watching Ian go. “See you.”

He ignores how he knows that Ian is going to say goodbye to Daniel before he leaves, that he’ll probably lean up and kiss him, that Daniel will wrap his hands that look just like Anthony’s, around Ian’s waist and kiss him like he needs Ian to breathe.

Maybe he and Daniel really are the same.

Then, Ian is gone, and Daniel is in Anthony’s doorway.

“Get lost,” Anthony mumbles.

“Hey, don’t get pissy at me because you’re jealous.”

Anthony flushes. “I’m not jealous. I’ve had a girlfriend before you did, and my first kiss.”

Daniel rolls his eyes, the same dark brown as Anthony’s. He hates it. It’s like looking in the mirror and hating his reflection.

“I’m talking about you being jealous because it is Ian.”

Anthony feels his cheeks go pink.

“I just don’t like seeing you make out with my best friend.”

Daniel leans against the doorframe. They are nearly identical, but Daniel has hit a minor growth spurt and he’s gained about one inch in height over Anthony. Anthony hates that too.

“And is that because you wish it was you, he was making out with?”

 Anthony flushes and crinkles his nose, “Stop,” he says flatly. He doesn’t even want Daniel to broach this topic, “get the hell out of my room.”

“I’m serious. Don’t be fucking jealous because you didn’t have the balls to make a move like I did,” Daniel says, his voice firm, hurtful in the way that only a sibling can be.

Anthony remembers reading something, some stupid thing online that talked about how a sibling knows you better than anyone and because of that, they can hurt you more than anyone else on this planet. He feels that in this moment. He can practically feel the knife leave Daniel’s hand and enter Anthony’s back.

“Shut the fuck up,” Anthony says, louder, standing from his chair.

Daniel watches him with dark eyes, a firm line across his mouth.

“I like Ian, a lot. He likes me. I’m not going to stop seeing him because you fucked up and missed your chance.”

“Get the fuck out, I said!” Anthony shouts at his twin.

Daniel, he relents. He takes a step back, far enough for Anthony to be able to slam the door in his face. He knows the conversation is only over for now. He knows he can’t avoid Daniel when they share a house, a school, when they both have an unhealthy attachment to the same dumb ass, blue-eyed, brown-haired boy.

Anthony goes to his bed and flops down on to the mattress, ignoring the pain in his heart and the hunger in his stomach. He presses his face into his bed, and distantly, like an echo, he can still smell Ian there.

[saimatsu-week]

the form is officially closed now, thank you so much for all the responses!! i will (tentatively) have the final prompt list and dates and stuff up next week on april 22 (it's finals season)

responses to a couple questions:

a concern about running out of time to participate; there'll be at least 3 months from the time prompts are posted to the event starting, and late entries will be accepted indefinitely! so don't worry if you miss the actual week, and even if you can only make one day i would be overjoyed to see your work

and one suggestion for the event to be held close to shuichi's birthday; i appreciate the idea but the last saimatsu week i know of that ran from 2021-2023 had the day seven prompt as shuichi's birthday, so i wanted to do something different! and most of you voted for august

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Can I interest you in a platonic #26 (the forehead/top of head kiss) of maybe Merrill and either Isabela or whoever you prefer?🤲🏻🥹

absolutely you can!! <3

[blackjackkent]

character opinion bingo: ashley williams? :D (also hi!)

(Character Opinion Bingo!)

Hi! :D

I like Ash a lot! (And her romance with Matty. <3 ) She's not really my favorite companion but I get a kick out of her and will always stand up for her against the massive number of bad-faith takes from the fandom. c:

(We don't talk about the fact that I would circle the bottom left for both her and Kaidan. That's why middle left is circled. ;) )

[hannahshiii]

char 1: “She wants me.”

char 2: “...she just stabbed you.”

[honeydots]

"Who did this to you?" 1.3k, leokumi twitter request, from this ask game

Ryoma put out a formal invitation towards the Nohrian royals, asking them to come enjoy Hoshidan hot springs in the mountains. Takumi was only kind of looking forward to it, especially once he heard someone couldn’t it make it—but that someone ended up being Princess Camilla, so Takumi figured he could deal.

It’s been… Weird, hanging out with Prince Leo more often. It’s annoying everyone thinks they should get along since they stand in similar places in their royal lines, and even worse because they do. They hiked up to a spring together early this morning, and it sucks, because Takumi’s actually been enjoying himself. Leo almost looks like he is, too.

Takumi left for a short bit, pulling on his robe and narrowing his eyes towards the trail to the spring. Sakura said she was going to come up later, possibly with her retainers, but Takumi isn’t sure when. So he’s been keeping an eye out, while also getting frustrated with himself. He's way too worried about her, but it's such a habit at this point.

He gets a whole new worry when he hears a very loud splash and what has to be Leo yelling from back at the spring. Takumi jolts and runs straight to the sound, not expecting the worst but not expecting anything great, either.

And he finds Leo out of the spring, robe also on, a few healthy paces back and sitting on the ground. There are puddles of water and wet patches all around, and their stuff’s been completely scattered from where they put it. Leo has his hands out in front of him, cringing at his fingers—and Takumi sees they’re bright pink and beginning to blister.

“Oh, hell, is that a burn?” Takumi asks, mostly instinctively, and Leo’s expression is all he needs as confirmation. Takumi glances over the mess and finds an overturned wooden bucket, then scoops it up. “One second, don’t move.”

There’s a river nearby, and Takumi gathers some cool water into the bucket and brings it back. He sets it next to Leo, who dips his fingers in, exhaling sharply as Takumi watches with a frown.

“What happened?” Takumi says, crouching down. “Who did this?”

Leo scowls at him. He still looks uncomfortable, understandably, and he glares off to the side. “It was more of a what than a who,” he begins, then clears his throat. “But it… Was my fault, regardless.”

Which is kind of relieving in it’s own way, Takumi guesses, and he raises an eyebrow. “Okay. So what did you do?”

Leo takes a big breath, looking irritated. “I was just—“ he tries, and then winces. He squints at his fingers. “I was trying to see if I could, just. Cool down the spring, some. But my efforts had the opposite effect.”

“Cool it down?” Takumi asks slowly, and Leo rolls his eyes.

“I don’t need any comments,” he snaps. Which is funny, because if Takumi was making a comment then Leo would know it. “I tested with just my hands, and it was fine. But the water was scalding a moment later, and it started overflowing, and—ugh. It should be normal again, now.”

Takumi glances to the spring, which doesn’t look any more out of order than it usually does, except for all the added water surrounding it. It’d be a lot more out of place if Leo actually succeeded, he thinks, since the point of hot springs is kind of that they’re hot.

“Well—that was stupid,” Takumi says flatly, and Leo doesn’t look amused, which isn’t a problem for Takumi. “Sakura’s coming by soon. I’m sure she can help with your hands.”

Takumi would go and check for her again, but he’s slightly reluctant to leave Leo like this. Which feels extremely weird. He’s been getting over, and is over, a lot of things now, but it’s still new territory.

Leo scoffs quietly to himself. “Who did this,” he repeats mockingly. “What were you going to do about it? Chase them down?”

“Oh, shut up. I just helped you, be a little more grateful.” Takumi huffs, and he tightens the ties of his robe. Leo gives him an expectant look, and if he didn’t also look so pathetic with his fingers in the bucket, Takumi would’ve ignored it.

“I don’t know,” Takumi continues. “I’m still—paranoid, I guess. I hate being unarmed out in the open like this. So, whatever if I thought something happened. And to be fair, something did happen.”

Leo pauses. He swishes his hands around in the water. “I know what you mean.”

The both go quiet. It really is hard to adjust. Takumi, like he said, was kind of uneasy when Ryoma decided to invite the Nohrian royals over. And, like, Takumi gets why they should. He gets why this is a good thing. He even agrees. But some things are hard to shake,and the feelings usually tend to get mixed up. It’s mostly just annoying.

Takumi leans back, propping himself up on his palms. “So. How’d you manage to mess up this bad?”

Instead of glaring at Takumi again, Leo eyes the spring instead, scrunching his nose. “I was trying to put the water into a… You could call it a repressed state, in order to cool it. I underestimated, however, both how quickly it would return to it’s proper order, as well as the intensity at which it would do so.” He pauses, swallowing. “It overcompensated for itself. Which left me like this.”

Sounds like overconfidence to Takumi, but he’s not going to say anything, because Leo will definitely say something right back. “I’m pretty sure these springs are already enchanted, you know.”

“Ugh. I should’ve checked first.” Leo sighs. “It’s too hot for me to think properly.”

He does look pretty flustered. Maybe hot springs weren’t the best idea for a bunch of Nohrians who literally never see the sun. Leo was already baking on the walk here, complaining the whole way, if not with his words then with his face. It’s fall, so it’s not even the hottest Hoshido can get—but apparently this is still pretty uncomfortable compared to Nohrian temperatures.

“I would… Appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone else about this,” Leo says, practically muttering. Takumi shrugs.

“I mean, sure. Secret’s safe with me,” he says. “Though maybe I’m already the last person you’d like to know.”

“The last person would be my brother,” Leo corrects. Takumi nods with a smirk, thinking that’s pretty predictable. “You’re… Hm. Well, you’re above him at least.”

Takumi gives half a laugh. “I don’t make it much of a habit to talk to him, so I think you’ll be fine.” Takumi waits for a beat, then scratches his bangs. “Sakura isn’t going to say anything, either. I doubt she’ll even care.”

“…Thank you,” Leo says, staring down at his fingers. They might need to replace the water soon, since it won’t do much good lukewarm.

“Yeah,” Takumi says back. “That really was stupid, though.”

“You don’t need to remind me.”

“That’s true. I'm still going to.”

Leo just rolls his eyes again, stuck sitting next to Takumi while he harasses him about being an idiot. And it’s almost kind of nice. Leo acts pretty high and mighty, but he does a lot of stupid things, too. Takumi feels like an idiot basically every second of the day—he hates it, and he wishes he didn’t, but it is what it is—so. It's an alright feeling to not be the only one.

And it’s also nice that, for once, being an idiot isn’t going to come with possibly fatal consequences. They’re just relaxing at a spring. It’s more of a mild inconvenience than anything else.

And yeah, being inconvenienced is being inconvenienced. But it’s more okay this time. Takumi guesses he isn’t the one with burned fingers in a bucket so really he can’t say much, but—

It’s kind of nice.

Just kind of.

[icehearts]

(from sealrock)

#6 for the sexuality prompt :)

HIII thank you @sealrock for the ask. <3

[ sexuality headcanons & prompts ]

6. what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

Any time someone is able to take command of a situation that's spinning wildly out of control, it's a turn-on. Handling an unruly crowd, calming a flock of chocobos that've been spooked, or even smooth-talking their way out of a potentially violent confrontation. Remember that one Radz-at-Han scene with G'raha Tia when shit is hitting the fan? That sort of thing. It's the confidence and capability in the face of danger that really lights her fire.

[fallencomrade]

𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽    ↦    peaky blinders sentence starters  ( accepting )   𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼 : @luposcainus​​ 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻  𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃   //    ❝ the truth?  you’re unlike any person i’ve ever met. ❞  

     𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 ?  acclamation  is  not  something  the  soldier  is  accustomed  to  and  so,     he  finds  himself  narrowing  his  eyes  at  the  other  man  with  suspicion.       its  presence  is  brief,    fleeting  and  gone  before  any  watchful  eyes  can  take  notice,   reign  back  under  control  by  his  default  deadened  expression.  he  is  not  exactly  sure  how  to  respond  to  the  statement,     either  externally  or  internally.             it  sits  strangely  within,  wriggling  like  worms,   an  aroma  of�� DEATH  rising  in  his  throat  and  sitting  on  the  back  of  his  tongue.

     even  if  his  words  are  that  of  genuine  applaud,      barnes  does  not  consider  either  himself  or  his  abilities  subjects  worthy  of  praise.          he  is  not  something  spectacular.  certainly  not  something  to  be  in  awe  of  or  envied.    not  unless  the  eyes  probing  him  finds  worth  in  VIOLENCE,  beauty  in  blood  ;;  artistry  in  DEVASTATION.  no  one  good  has  ever  praised  him  ( except  perhaps  one  stupid  punk ),    but  many  corrupted  souls  have  stared  at  him  with  a  look  of  depravity,  excited  by  the  potential  and  promise  of  his  skills.  so  the  words  leave  him  suspicious  and  tense.  he  remains  unimpressed  and  apathetic�� as  he  steps  over  the  dead  body  of  the  hydra  soldier  at  his  feet,  ignores  the  blood  on  his  hands  and  volleys  back.  

     ❛  i’m  just  a  soldier,  ❜   he  mumbles.  ❛  you’re  the ...  ODDITY.  ❜