#vault prompts

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Art propt - dream drinking tea with techno :) i just want them to have a nice and cozy time!

This is one of my favorites :)

[bleue-flora]

Ok, I recently wrote an essay [here] talking about the definition and duties of civil engineering as well as the ethics because of the brain rot @swordfright gave me with calling Dream Sam’s ultimate engineering project. So, because I actually am a civil engineer I took it upon myself to design the title and summary of quantities sheets just like I do at work for roads but with Dream as the project instead. And in honor of angst day sponsored by @sixteenth-day-event, I figured I’d share it because I feel like it kinda works for the prison of the mind prompt.

“Sam’s “ultimate engineering project” he deemed too damaged like a bumpy road or crumbling building that wasn’t worthy of patching and filling in the cracks or reinforcing, that’s too eroded to be fixed and preserved. So, Sam strived to tear him down to the bedrock so he could remake, remold, and reengineer Dream according to his design for the common safety, public health and well-fair.”

{These are very similar to the actual sheets I make day to day, which I shall not share for the sake of doxing my location, but yea pretty much everything has a significance. Some of it doesn’t necessarily make sense but that was because I was more so taking inventory of what we see in lore (so you know I counted ;) lol)}

[valeriannnn]

I know little of the Keepers and their cultural norms, but I suppose it should not come as a surprise that matters of grooming and personal maintenance should carry a more pragmatic connotation for those who live in such isolation - or perhaps our friend is simply strange, regardless of his context. I must admit: it was no small comfort to me, in those frigid days heralding the twilight of the Dragonsong War, to discover that our champion did not share our Sharlayan intuition toward personal space. Our more guarded companions don't always share my gratitude for the attention, but I believe that after our long estrangement, even the coldest of hearts could not fail to be warmed by such a gesture.

Wolcred Week 2024 Day 1: Warmth | Home

ok as mentioned in the tags i didnt have time to render a complete scene for this but i found this old mspaint sketch that demonstrates the Vibe. tyagoa just walked up behind him after cleaning up from their meal

[jcwdrawskinda]

Test Subject: Boe Alt. Name: Sole Survivor. Blue. Day 1 - 100

(P.S. if anyone draws their character from day 1 of their story to their climax, tag me so I can reblog you :0)

I wasn't sure if I was going to make this animated or not, but I've been animating so much lately that things don't feel complete until it has a little movement! (⓿_⓿)

Doing the animated touches ended up being my favorite part. It was fun once I figured out what I wanted to do!

That all said, I'm getting that itch to jump in to Spine (the program). I was able to buy it, but it's daunting to learn lol. But I'm craving the knowledge! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

I hope to post a timelapse soon, I wish I could have 2 videos in one post

[koilarist]

Step aside, Vault Dwellers. There's a new Overseer in town.

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. ♡

"Still hoping that the fire won't burn me"

"All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life"

"I've gotten used to no one calling my phone"

"I was thinking just one time maybe the starts align"

"I know that boy will never be the same"

"'Cause she's the kind of book that you can't put down"

"And to tell you the truth, sometimes I wish I was her"

"Little does he know, his whole world's about to change"

"I've been watching you for ages and I spend my time tryin' not to feel it"

"Then we kept everything professional, 'cause something's changed"

"And I can see you being my addiction"

"Hide away and I will stop behaving myself"

"I was held up so high, I used to be great"

"Crowds would hang on my words and they trusted me"

"Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off and here I sit alone behind walls of regret"

"My foes and friends watch my reign end"

"You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high"

"Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love"

"You are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson"

"You haven't written me or called, but goodbye screamin' in the silence"

"The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime"

"So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine"

"Time breaks down your mind and body"

"Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944 you still would've been mine"

[bosspigeon]

so due to money issues and also the fact that i have kind of a Big Project in the works i'm trying to figure out kofi and hfdjshg lord help me

[charmwasjess]

awwww today I genuinely found my limit in terms of what is actually too sad for me to write :'))

[hiding-in-the-vault]

art prompt u say? how about cdream marveling at the sky after prison

[holycatsandrabbits]

Hey, y’all, it’s Weird Wednesday! Where on some Wednesdays, I blog about weird stuff and give writing prompts.

Today: The Mystery of the Moving Coffins

Welcome on this Weird Wednesday! Today we’re going to take a look in some burial vaults to see what the heck those dead people get up to in there.

The story goes like this: A family builds a burial vault, which is a kind of underground tomb, a chamber that’s typically large enough to hold several coffins and is reached by a set of stairs that lead down to the door. So the family inters their dead, the tomb is sealed by a heavy stone door, and presumably everyone inside rests in peace until the next time the tomb is opened, when somebody else in the family dies.

But to their shock, at the next funeral, the family finds the huge, heavy lead coffins have been tossed around the vault, as if a giant hand had flung them. Some coffins have tipped over, some lie on top of each other, and some lean against walls, upside down so the head is at the bottom, which is extra creepy. 

Naturally, no one has a great explanation for this. At last, the family decides a team of very strong vandals have broken in and caused mischief. They search the tomb, but find no sign of an entrance anywhere but that main door. So they seal it carefully this time, making sure it’s quite secure, and then leave, until the next family member dies.

Well, sure enough, when they reopen the tomb, the coffins are once again thrown about. Furious, the family sets everything to rights, then spreads ash or sand on the floor to record any vandal footprints, and seals the door with concrete, marked with the family crest from somebody’s signet ring.

They open the tomb a month later, noting the seal is intact. So is the sand on the floor, actually. But the coffins? Not so much. This time, there’s even a skeletal arm sticking out of one of them. Completely freaked out, the family buries their dead elsewhere and abandons the tomb.

Cool story! And it’s been told about the Chase family vault in Barbados, the French family vault in Staunton, England, the Gretford family vault in Stamford, England, and the Buxhowden vault on the island of Saaremaa in the Baltic Sea. The idea is, somebody is buried in the family vault who shouldn’t be, usually a cruel, unrepentant soul or a suicide, since there is a prohibition against burying suicides in consecrated ground. After that person is interred in the vault, the other folks buried there revolt.

Is any of it true? Well, maybe. 

Check out the blog post for the whole story and some writing prompts, such as:

The new neighbors. So what do the dead get up to down there? How do the coffins get thrown around? Do the dead actually crawl out of their caskets and fling them with supernatural strength, or do they use telekinesis or magic? You could write a dark comedy in that tomb, full of hissy fits and ridiculous complaints about the neighbors, a horror story about a new burial trapped underground with a supernatural menace, or an epic battle of good and evil fought in a tiny dark room.

DannyeChase.com ~ AO3 ~ Linktree ~ Weird Wednesday writing prompts blog ~ Resources for Writers 

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[bleue-flora]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Punz remembers his home

So I wrote a poem this time, was bound to happen eventually lol. Enjoy some staged duo angst. :) @sixteenth-day-event

Pandora's Vault Is No Home, All It Houses Is Pain

Punz remembers home. 

Not this jagged obsidian box. But a sanctuary made of bricks and helping hands, holding a fish tank and a bed for whoever needed one.

Punz remembers home.

Not these long dark halls leading to nowhere good. But a house made of wood, each corner carved to perfection and full of bees.

Punz remembers home.

Not this lava filled room soaked in nothing but the echoes of suffering. But a tower layered in style and treasures only skilled trident users can reach.

Punz remembers home.

Not this bitter unescapable silence in all of his houses, now empty. But the laughter that could light up a room and man who made his houses a home.

Punz remembers home.

Not this cold broken skeleton limping with every stride. But the warm arms that made the world right again and the smile that made him feel whole.

Punz remembers home.

But all that’s left are scars and bruises and pain. 

All that’s left is quiet hopeless tears and unending desperation. 

All that’s left is the sweltering lava burning him from the inside out.

All that’s left is blood crusted walls haunted by what they’ve witnessed. 

All that’s left is hell in a box, where a house should be.

All that’s left is death, and the hope of a home that can be again.

[butchtwelfthdoctor]

Howwww about Missy and prompt 11 for the drabble thing?

YAYYY YIPPEE THANK YOU

11 - "I went willingly."

Missy, in her current situation, spends a lot of time alone. A lot of time sitting in a basement very few people could find if they tried. A lot of time with no one to talk to but herself.

The first few years were the most annoying, the most grating on her pride. You fool, begging for your life only to loose everything. Oh come now. I'm being silly. This is better than nothing. It has to be.

Every evening after the Doctor was finished entertainng himself with ridiculous humans, he would come and visit her. It took her a long time to admit to herself that she did rather find herself waiting for him to come. What else was there to do, after all? She had read her way through a significant proportion of the ridiculous literature of this silly little planet, taken up multidimensional watercolour painting and was not unseriously considering Makithian tapestry, an extraordinarily complex art that required living plants and threads of the maker's own hair.

It was the boredom that got to her. So much time to sit and think. Too much time. Endlessly dwelling on things that's she'd long forgotten she'd done. Lifetimes worth of memories she once would have glanced through unfeelingly now made her feel ill. I did that. Just because it wasn't my face doesn't mean it wasn't still me.

She tried to distract herself but there simply wasn't anything to distract herself with. She stood in the centre of the room. For the seven hundred thousandth, four hundred & thirteenth time she considered escape. She could do it. It wouldn't even be that difficult. She could get through the door if she wanted, she got halfway though a plan before stopping herself.

'I came willingly' she said aloud, jarring herself out of her thoughts.

'I chose this. I entered this room of my own accord.'

She reached over and touched a low minor chord on the piano. She felt her throat getting choked up. She vaugely wished the Doctor was here, so he could see that she was trying, that she did feel remorse. but at the same time infinitely grateful that he could not see her like this.

'I came willingly,' she said again, quietly.

The empty walls of the room stared back at her, same as they always did.

[fvlmen]

The Prompt Vault!

Hi! You stumbled upon The Prompt Vault! This is a space created by me (@fvlmen aka Amahy on AO3) where you can leave a prompt to help others who might struggle with writer's block, or even a prompt and a fandom, if you wish to read something.

Feel free to reblog this post and/or add your prompt(s) in the comments. Or, you can take any prompt you wish and write a fic or original work. If you do, feel free to drop the link.

Happy writing!

[plasma-packin-mama]

Miss New Vegas herself

[blkkizzat]

me when i keep on thinking of good prompts for sukuna fics but i still hate that nigga right now:

[ilikedetectives]

tfw when you accidentally post nsft content on main instead of your side