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thepromptswhisperer · 5 months

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Christmas is oh, so jolly Prompts

As to not ruin Christmas for others, A and B – who recently broke up/both know their relationship is over despite neither of them having voiced it yet/etc. – try to keep up the appearance that they are happily in love.

A has to spend Christmas in the hospital/ER.

A and B’s child/etc. finds out there is no Santa – and they are not taking it well.

A’s parents split within the last year, and they have to get used to this new version of Christmas.

A is broke and feels guilty/bad/etc. about not being able to give gifts to their partner/family members/etc.

A is home alone on Christmas. They don’t mind as they don’t like the holiday, but that doesn’t stop them from feeling a little lonely.

That one argument they already had countless times before gets brought up again on Christmas Day.

A was up all night and is now too tired to fully enjoy the Christmas festivities.

Is it even Christmas without a Christmas tree/feast/etc.?

A insists on (fake) cheerfulness during the holiday, which makes B even angrier. (They just want to resolve this issue and not pretend that they/everything are/is fine.)

A recent death makes the atmosphere this Christmas less than jolly (, but A still tries their best for the sake of their partner/child/etc.).

A and B spend Christmas with A’s family. Infuriatingly, they aren’t too welcoming of B.

A recently figured out that B disliked/was indifferent to every gift they have gotten from them. Now, with Christmas right around the corner, A is desperately searching for something that will change that.

#tw: death #writing prompts #writing inspiration #christmas prompts #holiday prompts #winter prompts #seasonal prompts #bad christmas prompts #angst prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #writing ideas #prompts list #person a and person b

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spacedace · 1 year

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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa

Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?

So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.

Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).

And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.

And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.

Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:

“What…uh, what are they doing?” Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.

“Sibling bonding.” Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that he’d already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that he’d reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.

Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each other’s feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didn’t want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.

“It looks like they’re plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.”

Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since he’d entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.

“Danny hates Christmas.” Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. “He’s declared Santa is his arch nemesis.”

Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.

He was going to regret this. “But Santa isn’t real?”

Dick’s eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. “That’s what I thought!” Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. “But apparently he is.” A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dick’s lap. “And apparently they’re going to war with him!”

Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.

#spaced asks and ace answers #dc x dp prompt #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #duke thomas #dick grayson #batpham #batfam #danny hates christmas so fucking much #you know he's on the naughty list just for his various assasination attempts on santa's life #Bruce didn't know this kid was a half ghost god-king of an entire infinite dimension of death he just saw a sad kid in a bad situation #it wouldn't have changed anything if he'd known Danny had adoption bait written all over him #but he at least would have been able to better prepare for the kind of supernatural shenanigans that would pop up #Duke took one look at 4 of his brothers standing around a burning christmas tree at 3 in the morning holding gas cans & lighters & thought:#not my circus not my monkeys #he was the day shift vigilante he didn't get paid to deal with his family's shit in the middle of the night #he didn't get paid *period* he wasn't going to do volunteer chaos gremlin wrangling #Dick just wanted *one* day of relative quiet #he should have known that wasn't going to happen

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apalapucian · 2 months

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on christmas morning, james finds her reading interview with the vampire (mary's present) in the common room, by the fire. they lock eyes before lily can pretend not to have seen him, and he smiles — sheepishly rubbing the skin behind his ear — so she smiles back.

"merry christmas," he says.

"merry christmas," she greets back. "you're up early."

"oh — yeah." he holds up a couple of envelopes. "sending out christmas cards."

"to who?" she asks before she can help herself. all his best friends are in the castle.

"mum, dad, mr. wrenswaith the manor caretaker. moony's mum, wormy's mum... padfoot's mum."

"lots of mums."

he grins. "they love me, what can i say."

"wait — even sirius's mum? really?"

"well, that one's a howler. don't ask what it says."

she exhales a laugh. "i can imagine."

"whatever you're imagining, it's worse. and however bad it is, she deserves it."

"she deserves more," someone adds, coming down from the stairs leading up to the boys' dorms, and sirius appears. "happy christmas, evans."

"hello, merry christmas," returns lily.

zipping his jacket up and fixing his scarf, he asks james, "ready?"

"yeah..."

james pauses before the common room door, looks back. "are you spending the entire day alone?" he asks lily.

"no. i'm spending it with louis de pointe du lac."

james frowns.

lily holds the book up, to explain. but he looks just as unimpressed.

"and that's — okay?" he asks. "you'll be fine?"

she takes a bit to respond, bemused and taken aback by the concern. "yeah...?"

"okay." he seems to want to say more, but hesitates. "uh — "

sirius, noticing, nods at the book. "it's an okay book, that," he says, "at best. so if you get bored, moony and worm will meet us later in hogsmeade after the owlery. you should come."

lily catches james nudge sirius's arm very, very quickly, almost imperceptibly, but it doesn't seem like the what the fuck did you just do sort, at any rate. it seemed more like — an acknowledgment. an agreement? a thank-you? lily asks, "you've read it?"

"we have," says james. "moony, too. last summer."

"we didn't like it," says sirius.

james throws him a look. this one — definitely the what the fuck sort. sirius just shrugs.

lily, amused, says, "okay. thank you. for the invite, and the book review. that's... i'll keep that in mind. thanks."

they nod, grinning, say goodbye again, and james remembers to call out, "three broomsticks!" before disappearing behind the swinging portrait door.

—

she's distracted the entire morning. has to reread most of the pages. by the time remus and peter come down, she's made up her mind and asks if she can go out with them. they seem to already know — probably through that mirror thing they carry around — and are more than happy to have her tag along.

—

she thinks it would be awkward — they don't exactly hang out, not without their other housemates — but besides the first few minutes where they do a little pause before the table to figure out seating arrangements, pointing fingers and exchanging glances (she ends up beside james and across from remus and peter, sirius at the head), it's — okay. comfortable. they have butterbeers, and sirius orders steaks as well (not on the menu, but madame rosmerta seems more than happy to indulge him), and the conversations flow easily from schoolwork to gryffindors to professors to christmas presents to how they're all faring in the term so far.

they — the boys — laugh a lot. which isn't news, their collective laughter is gryffindor's familiar backing track (hogwarts's backing track, really, for better or for worse), but she supposes there's a different level of palpability this close, a deeper infectiousness, that she finds herself laughing just as much. they're gracious enough to keep the jokes inclusive, too — remus or james would pause to explain when an inside joke finds its way in the riffraff of discussions — so she never feels left out.

she wonders when this all came to be, when they shifted from insufferable to bearable, and from that, to — well. friends. almost.

on the way back to hogwarts for dinner, james and sirius join a small chorale singing christmas carols on the side of the road — all theatric, hands together on their chests, but they do actually try to sing in tune, peeking at the hymnals for the correct lyrics; peter and remus pretending to be passers-by, clapping and showering them with invisible bills and coins — and lily laughs, fully settling into their company, giddy from the butterbeers and cozy in the light snowfall. wreaths and tinsel on the doors all around them —

her own little picture-book christmas day.

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an: this is a snippet of "the bad day wall (and the feelings space)", a fic i'm doing for @constancezin who sent the prompt "prefects' bathroom" (i know this christmas snippet — in march — doesn't seem like it relates at all, but i swear it's going to be the same fic lol). hopefully i finish it in the next week or two! it will be up on ao3 then, but for now, here's the rest of my other jilys if you're so inclined 💜 thank you!

edit: part one is now up :)

#jily #jily*#jily fanfiction #jily fic #jple #jily fanfic #prompts #writerisms #merry christmas in march!!!!#bad day wall #apalapucian*

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drinkingbitterboy · 4 months

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hello i just wanna say all the folks i've found in this little community are fantastic and fun and i'm happy i'm here :) still on my break though because it's a real rough time of it, but just wanna say i'll be back soon :)

also thank you for the feedback on the thing i drew! getting back into drawing after a decade off has been...rough... but the nice comments and especially encouragement from @blacktrickle have been so helpful. love y'all

#not promising more fanart immediately tho #anyway it's just holiday travel to see my fam and a LOT of work things #year end is a Bad Time in finance lol #winter is also a Bad Time for seasonal depression lmao #anyway i HOPE i can be back soon. might be back for a bit after christmas before new years if it goes well?#and then gone for the whole month of january #also send me prompts. if you want.

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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I know I'm not a "fan" fic writer but I wanted to do something for my 150-follower milestone that I completely missed, so instead 165 followers milestones!

lots of love and all the best!

mae xx

p.s especially for those with the end of semester exams on the way!! all the best. you can do it!!!! best get off the internet and study unless this is your relaxation time! then relax!

#also i feel bad i am giving you guys scraps each week #promise ill make it up over christmas break!#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere prompts #should i get an ao3 account?#i already have one but i don't post my work there #i might #yandere writer #mae speacks #mae speaks #cause she can't spell

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sollucets · 11 months

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I warned you, should you open fic requests I’d be coming straight for your inbox with AkkAyan. I’m obsessed with on our way up/the sky full of stars and I wondered if you’d be willing to write something of it we didn’t get to see like their cooking date from chapter 4 or dinner at Akk’s house from chapter 3

tiis do you know i love you dearly

context from my fic on our way up:

The thing is, he and Akk had spent last night doing crimes against the culinary arts (jointly trying to make stir-fried basil pork in the tiny dorm room kitchen in a small disaster that ended in takeout) + The disaster at his dorm had been almost entirely Akk’s fault, and he’ll die on that hill.

so! as requested i took this briefly referenced incident and proceeded to project my personal (lack of) cooking skills on akk for about 1k(?? these things happen) of fluff. this ficlet brought to you by my best friend thaicookbooktv (and my milestone event. i guess)

💜

"Can I trust you with that?"

Akk glances up from the two eggs he's just started frying to glare at his boyfriend. There's a smug look on Aye's face as he leans against a counter on the other side of the cramped dorm kitchen (and thus within potential grabbing reach) and uses a little bowl to crush up some garlic and peppers (making grabbing probably a bad idea). "I know how to make eggs, Ayan."

"If you say so," Aye tells him, singsong. "I've never once seen you cook."

"That doesn't mean anything." Returning his gaze to the pan, Akk startles to see them more cooked than they should be and hurriedly, awkwardly gets them flipped before Aye gets to pretend it's evidence.

If it'd been anyone else, Akk might have admitted to the truth, which is that he does (sort of) know how to make eggs, and he can grill meat if he's invited to barbecue, but much more is beyond him. He thinks he could be good at it, with time, but he’d never learned to cook much at home, and at school he’d had so much to do that it had always been faster and easier and cheaper to have cafeteria leftovers or something instant.

But it isn’t anyone else, it’s Aye, and when he’d asked all earnest if they could cook together when he visited, Akk had gritted his teeth and then spent most of last night and the part of the bus ride over that he had decent data on looking up recipes.

So it’s particularly infuriating that Aye seems to have figured him out right away anyway. Akk scowls down at his eggs.

“All set over here,” Aye says, then snorts audibly. “What’s that look for? Did the egg insult your parents or something?”

“Shut up.”

Aye brings his bowl over to Akk’s side of the kitchen and sets it next to the other ingredients on the counter to the right of the stove. He’d only been banished over there in the first place for being distracting; Akk probably should’ve known he’d manage it anyway.

A moment later, there’s a light breeze against the back of his neck, and Akk jerks against the tickle, barely suppressing a yelp. He’s not actually holding the pan, just his spatula, so the worst that happens to the eggs is them getting slightly jostled, but he aims a blind elbow in the direction of Aye anyway, making contact with his ribs. “Jackass.”

“Violent authoritarian,” Aye responds, cheerful if slightly strained. “Those look good."

Once the eggs are safely off the heat, Aye hands him a larger pan, shuffling some things around on the little counter once there’s enough space. “Turn the heat up a little higher and put a little oil in there, okay?”

Akk glances over for the bottle of vegetable oil and grabs it. His recipe-searching had turned up the idea, but Aye isn’t using one, and Akk does not know how much ‘a little’ is. He sighs, sends a sideways look at Aye where he’s putting the egg pan in the sink, and tentatively pours some oil in.

“More than that.”

Frowning, Akk does as told. When he checks Aye’s reaction, he finds his boyfriend leaning on his hip against the counter and holding the bowl of vegetables again.

“Were you nervous about this?” Aye asks, tone a too-familiar combination of fond and condescending.

“Why would I be,” says Akk, too quickly. Always too quickly. That’s something Aye’s pointed out before, he should know better.

“‘Cause you wanted to impress me? I understand.”

Akk rolls his eyes, keeping his attention on the oil where it’s heating up. “You’re extra annoying today. Is it a special occasion?”

“Of course it is,” says Aye, tone gone painfully sincere. “My boyfriend came to see me.”

When Akk reacts far too late to keep a smile off his face, Aye pokes his cheek. “I’m happy, too,” he coos. “Now scoot, please. This next part has to happen kind of fast.”

Akk shuffles out of the way, letting Aye move in front and pour his little bowl into the pan, and sends a baleful look at Aye’s back. He’s looking far too cool in this situation; it has to be fixed.

Decided, Akk moves until he’s right behind his boyfriend, then hooks his chin over his shoulder, looping both arms around his waist, and glances down at the pan. With the bowl poured out, something looks a little suspicious in the garlic-to-chili pepper ratio. “Aye,” Akk says, trying to make sure his breath hits the skin of Aye’s neck over his t-shirt, “Did you put enough spice in?”

Annoyingly, Aye takes this without much in the way of reaction, only leaning back into Akk’s hold, and doesn’t even flinch. He reaches out for the bowl of meat and says, amused, “The neck is your weakness, not mine, Bigfoot.”

“That’s not an answer."

“Hey, who's the one of us that actually knows how to make it?”

“I could figure it out,” Akk says mutinously, dropping his face all the way to Aye’s shoulder in defeat and speaking into his skin. It’s not his fault Aye is apparently some kind of cooking expert who’s never needed a recipe in his life.

Aye laughs, just audible over the suddenly-loud sizzling sound of what Akk assumes is him adding something else to the meat. “I’m sure you could, baby, you’re smart. You just haven’t had much practice.”

“I help at home,” Akk retorts, offended.

“I know, I know.” Aye’s shoulder moves, presumably stirring, as he continues, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll cook for you, so long as you always do the dishes.”

Squeezing Aye’s waist just that bit too hard in retribution, Akk scoffs. “As if. I’ll practice more. I’m not doing your dishes for the rest of our lives.”

The sizzling gets a little louder, and Aye doesn’t respond. Akk blinks, lifts his head, and sees Aye frozen over the stove, one hand out on a bottle of soy sauce and the other not moving a spatula at all. “What?”

“You said—” Aye starts, sounding awed. “You said ‘the rest of our lives’.”

“Oh.” Akk swallows on the impulse to deny it and just— lets it sit. Hides his face in Aye’s shoulder again and leaves it there, feels his ears heating up. What can he say? They’ve made the joke before, about their pins and wedding rings. It’s stupid, they’re teenagers, they’ve gone too fast, and he meant it, or it wouldn’t’ve slipped out.

Gratifyingly, Aye seems just as unable to speak for a moment. Eventually, he stutters, “I— that— sounds good to me,” and then, “I love you,” and then, “Oh, shit, the pork.”

#the eclipse #my fic tag #s: tsfos #arbitrary milestone prompts #tiis <3 #whenever i write about cooking something i feel like i am pretending to be a scientist. i barely know anything #in any case if you're wondering the recipe gets fucked up at the part where you're supposed to let the meat brown in the soy sauce #the meat is supposed to stick to the pan a little. it sticks a lot. aye is too distracted by the Proposal that just happened behind him lma #other implied / bts things here: i brought back my oowu decision to make aye bad at spicy food (crimes against thai people i'm sorry)#aye is not using a recipe on purpose to seem impressive. he used one to buy the ingredients #akk does in fact work on getting better at cooking (at christmas he handmakes their lil picnic date snacks)#i actually have a Lot of thoughts about aye/akk's relative cooking proficiency #and aye cooking with his mom (and before with uncle di) as a bonding activity is in oowu already #ok i'm gonna shut up or i'll talk forever

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zachdanielswhisky · 4 months

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send me an ask for a cheery holiday gift :)

#i promise nothing bad will happen #holidays #christmas #presents #ask prompt #rambles #lol

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flowerscentedartist · 1 year

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This year I decided to make myself a self-ship prompt advent-calendar. It consits of a christmas themedbprompt and a media to use on it.

So starting on the first of December I will post every morning the days prompt and in the following evening the finished art.

If anyone wants to join, feel free to do so.

Also, not even I know what's in for me, because I will pick them randomly out of socks.

#self ship art #self ship #christmas #advent calendar #prompts #christmas prompts #also i choose some media i'm bad with to become better

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imperatorrrrr · 4 months

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YOU ARE AMAZING! I really love that it was from Luke’s pov. And the way Nico approached it, knowing that Jack feels like it’s on HIM to be the best and not doubting that he is a team player but reminding him it’s not all on him. 🥲 Would read 107k more of this. 🤍

Phew! I'm glad!

I didn't feel confidant enough to give you a POV of Jack or Nico themselves, so I thought an outsider POV might do the trick and Luke's right there, plus, he's a perfect conduit for it. Not to diminish Luke as his own character, but just for this instance. Luke knows Jack really well and by this point he's experienced Captain Nico as well, so I thought it would be a good balance.

Plus, I really do think there's a bit of a cyclical nature to Jack's on ice play right. Like, Lindy et al, double shift him, put him out for nearly all of OT because he's really just that good and then at the same time Jack knows what he means to the team so sometimes he'll stay out longer on his shifts trying to create something, he'll be chomping on the bit to get back on the ice in OT, instead of changing along with his linemates he'll stay out there. And Lindy et al feed into Jack and Jack feeds into the coaching staff.

You know?

And someone needs to just like remind him that he can be all of that, but he still needs to remember the basics, needs to remember that sometimes his brain goes faster than his skating does, than his stick does, than the puck does.

Anyway, sorry we've been without hockey for like forty eight hours and I'm turning into this, my bad.

I am so so so happy you enjoyed it! It means a lot! Truly!

#Ask #Text #Anonymous #Question #was getting carried away and going way off topic my bad Anon!#also other Anons! don't worry your prompts will be completed!#I'm trying to do the Christmas ask before Christmas is actually over!

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ooc-miqojak · 1 year

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DWC November 2022 - Day 1: Instinct/Neglect

@daily-writing-challenge

The thing about dreams coming true... is that they often take far longer to actually begin than one would like. It was for the best, however, that the Expedition was taking so long to get ready... and the storms were taking time to clear - the noblewoman could thus ensure that she wasn't neglecting her daughter, by taking on this newest venture.

When Caitiri had been younger, it had been less of a concern - a child so young that they hardly notice the length of time that you're gone is something else entirely from a child ten years of age, who begins to ask to go with you; who begins to ask questions about where you go, what you do, why she has to stay home - and the irony of it all was that Lily understood what that was like, and hated being the bad guy - the one who said no to fun. She didn't impress upon her young daughter the importance of noble frivolities, however, as her aunt had done to her... but it was important that the girl get an education... and stay safe.

Lilliana had never really... intended to have children. The circumstances of Caitiri's birth were unusual, and her biological father long since fled - leaving the young woman to fumble with trying to learn to be something she'd never really wanted to be - a mother.

She'd managed, until now, but the years had gone by faster than she'd expected, and the girl's tenth birthday had come and gone over the summer... double digits, at last. She didn't resent the girl - that much was impossible. But it did limit how she'd wanted to live her life - dangerously, and on the go.

Typically, leaving Caitiri meant leaving her with Eryth - he'd begun acting as Lilliana's seneschal in recent years, and had taken it upon himself to love his friend's child as if the girl were his own; but this time, they were both leaving. Without him... there were others who could run her estate, but only one person left to whom she could entrust her child, and it was the woman who had made her own childhood hellish.

She'd spoken to her aunt at length, over the years since, however. The woman was still stiff, but had long since admitted to her own faults in how she'd handled having a child thrust upon her when she hadn't been ready - her brother's daughter suddenly there... impetuous and rebellious. They had been the only family left to one another, so they'd had to struggle though their own grief and growing pains at the same time - neither really ready for what life had thrown at them with the fall of Quel'thalas.

This, then... trusting her own child to the aunt that had made her childhood so difficult? This would be a true test of faith...and hopefully... hopefully Caitiri would understand, in time, herself.

#dwc2022 #dwc november #daily writing challenge #WoW RP #Sin'dorei #Dragonflight #family #she didn't have much of a family growing up #and while she loves her kid #she is a pretty absent mother #a bit intentionally so she won't be a bad influence on her #or so she tells herself #she's the busy parent in the Hallmark Christmas movie #better late than never #playing catch-up on prompts

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Christmas/Holiday Prompts

It’s that time of year guys, when the snow falls like a bitch and everything in the air smells of coffee and peppermint. Feel free to send in whatever asks you want off the list, I’ll take’em. Fandoms are Top Gun Maverick, Outer Range, Bad Times At The El Royale and Salem’s Lot.

1. “It smells like peppermint”

2. Fresh cookies

3. The kids getting a part in the Christmas Play/Pageant at school

4. Watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas” with their s.o and or the kids

5. Decorating the house

6. Decorating the tree

7. Christmas tree hunt

8. Christmas at the lake house/cabin

9. “There’s plenty of room at the inn”

10. Under the mistletoe

11. Surprise in the stockings

12. Baby’s first Christmas

13. Their favorite ornament on the tree

14. Christmas in Hawaii/The Bahamas

15. Dirty/funny Christmas Carols

16. Waking mom and dad up on Christmas morning

17. Matching pjs for the whole family

18. The Christmas puppy

19. “Can you help me get the baking done?”

20. “Do you wanna build a snowman?”

21. Snuggling by the fire

22. “Your cheeks are so cold!”

23. Gingerbread

24. Dogfight hockey game

25. Ugly sweaters

26. Warm socks

27. “The entire family’s coming and we’ve hardly made a dent in the food prep”

28. Licking the foam from the coffee or hot chocolate off their s.o’s nose or lip

29. Watching the snowfall with their s.o and or their newborn

30. Christmas trip to Yankee Candle (this is one of our family traditions)

31. Making the family stockings from scratch

32. Your mother-in-law helping you with the dinner prep

33. Going to church with the family on Christmas Eve

34. Christmas decorations the kids made at school

35. The kids watching the original Grinch cartoon

36. “Baby it’s cold outside”

37. The kids looking for where mom and dad hid the Christmas presents

38. “Oh my God, it’s like Hobby Lobby just exploded in here!”

39. Hanging the lights on the house

40. The kids spying on the grown ups while the Christmas party is going on downstairs

41. Their s.o showing off their favorite Christmas outfit

42. The kids getting a sugar high from their Christmas candy

43. Christmas Eve sleepover

44. Snowy mittens

45. Sledding with the kids on Christmas morning

46. Snowball fight

47. Christmas Eve on the ranch

48. Trying not to wake the kids when they’re asleep on Christmas Eve

49. The kids writing letters to Santa

50. “This is the best Christmas ever!”

#top gun maverick #outer range #bad times at the el royale #salem's lot #fanfic prompts #christmas prompts

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perenlop · 10 months

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feel like an asshole for saying this but man i hope my sister doesnt stay on our vacation long

#liiike shes coming to be with dad for fathers day thats why i feel bad #but we’ve been in a weird spot for some time now bc of what happen #and also last time i was at the beach with her she body shamed me and pressured me into s #into sitting in the tent she packed and discouraged me from swimming bc of my body hair #she probably wont this time as much bc ive changed the kind of swimsuits i wear #but then that may prompt her to insist to my parents that im trans #which i am but i do not want them to know that #im conflicted towards her bc i like her shes the closest thing i have to a sibling i can talk to #but shes also psycho analyzing me constantly and badgerinng me into talking to her and then telling my parents what i said #and when i mentioned the thing on thanksgiving she insisted i made HER uncomfortable and forced the conversation and she had to comfort me #when??? that is NOT what happpened at ALL #what happened was that matt had been a prick again and i snapped at him and she went off on me abt how i had to process my trauma already #while also saying he’d done something far worse to me when i was little (which isnt true) and saying i had to process it and move on #bc ‘’hes just existing now and you have a problem with that so you need to get over it’’#‘’i KNOW he did that i KNOW he hurt you worse than youll admit bc you want to protect him but you HAVE to get over it and talk about it!!’’#and i asked and asked and asked her to stop bc it was uncomfortable and she just #and she knows she fucked up with that bc she avoided me on christmas and ‘’had to give me distance’’ on text #my mom’s encouraging me to just go off if she tries that again tho so that’s something #dl

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no-mercy-bby · 2 years

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Maybe if you listen to some Christmas music, you'll calm down

#listening to c-mas music rn at work😌#currently doing the charlie brown dance #except i cant move my head fast cause my back hurts #*bad tobey maguire impression* my baaack #bby rambles #kat and i came up with the christmas in july prompts and i wanna do them all with matty

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silverselfshippingchaos · 4 months

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wow i have not been doing anything but playing o.ctopath traveler 2

#ash rambles 💚#it's so good omg #not selfship related or anything! i dont have a thing for any of the travelers (although that may be subject to change)#my current party is o.svald/t.hrone/t.emenos/o.chette and theyre all so neat #that aside. it's kinda nuts that christmas is in less than a week! times flies!!!#i hope everybody a great holiday :D!#bit of a vent coming up btw #i can't say i've always been a shining beacon of self-love since i'm far from that but. ngl i've been feeling like my f/os wouldn't love me #as of late. especially my husband k.yohei and wife a.qua #and i feel bad since there hasnt really been anything that prompted this. i just feel unlovable and i worry that they would hate me or think #that i'm ugly or annoying or whatever #... or maybe it's just midnight and i'm depressed. but still!!#anyhow. that aside #more updates:#i have such a huge thing for t.ibarn from f.ire e.mblem that it's honestly embarrassing. bitches (me) really see a huge buff guy with facial #scars and start giggling and kicking their legs huh? i truly am so predictable #hmmm going back to the holidays! i like christmas a lot but i've never really done a huge celebration. really only getting something for my #sister + a few cousins. but hm... it always makes me think about fun holiday hangouts with my f/os #eh i'm sleepy and rambling #okay gamers! goodnight!#i hope i feel better in the morning. been feeling so so down about myself and my relationships with my f/os these past few days #vent #negative #will probably delete later

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me-writes-prompts · 1 month

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-:“We just got together but I already love them” Wholesome new couple prompts:-

(AHH I RANDOMLY GOT THIS IDEA AND HAD TO DO IT. please tag me if you write any of these :’)

By @me-writes-prompts

“Can I…may I hug you?” They ask softly, when you’re done ranting about an exhausting day you had. (🥺❤️‍🩹)

Planning a picnic and making them food even if you’re an amateur cook, in hopes you’ll impress them more🫶🏽

^^ “Did you make this?” “Yes…is it not good? I’m sorry.” “No, no. It’s good, heck, it’s great!”

The way their eyes light up when their partner comes to them.

Leaving little notes by their bedside with a kiss on their forehead. AHHH

“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!”

Getting them way too many gifts for their birthday.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, baby.”

The little kisses they share throughout their day, and getting absolutely flustered over it because it’s all so new

Cuddle session every. Other. Night.

Cooking their favorite meal together

Constant compliments and the little things they notice about each other as they grow together

Baking cookies for their families as it’s their first Christmas!

^^ “Your cookie looks better than mine!” “No, your does!” “No, yours!” “No-” And they just pull them in a kiss to shut them up with a smile already forming on their lips.

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deadghosy · 2 months

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Mommy long legs reader or slender man reader x Hazbin hotel 🌚🌝

AHHHH I LOVE YOU MY GHOST ANONNNN! SLENDERMAN?? YOU FINNA BRING OUT MY CREEPYPASTA PHASEE🦆✨💗‼️‼️‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X SLENDERMAN! READER

prompt: a faceless creature of the height of 10’5 (or 7’9 idk I got two different heights from safari lol) came to hell to serve one final purpose…get a damn job.

Two words, scary tall…

So say your height was 10’5…

SHIT GON GET WICKEEDDDD!!!

Okay so I can see Charlie being scared staring at you as you just sit like a nice gentleman as your body doesn’t fit the whole seat… (y’know what, let’s go with 7’9…) you told Charlie you use to be a leader before you somehow came to this wrenched place

Charlie felt bad and gave you a job here so yon can stay. But she was confused when you said “somehow”’ as if you didn’t die as a Human…WAIT A MINUTE..DID YOU JUST TALK WITHOUT A MOU-

Lucifer looked up at you and was like….“What in the fucking nine circles…” and you two became friends because of how Lucifer put accessories on you like a Christmas tree

Y’know how people make slenderman wear reading glasses sometimes? That’s you. 😭 with your blind ass LMAOO (I also wear glasses dw…) But I can see you wear the glasses and residents be so confused because…you don’t have eyes for Christ out loud-

“Fuck you wearin' glasses for?” Husk said to you once as he caught you even reading a book…now he was more confused. “I’m reading…” “…..okay..” husk was so done with this buffoonery as you had no mouth and eyes. But yet you could still read, see, and fuckin talk? Yeah he must be drunk as hell itself…

You treat niffty just like how fanon slenderman treats Sally. That’s how I headcannon it.

I headcannon you to be the fanon version of slenderman rather the cannon version. Cause you being the fanon version is just sweet considering the chaos that can happen in the hotel and how you treat niffty.

I can see people thinking you are a new overlord as you had a stern aura around yourself as you had a proper straight walk as you held a high chin not showing any weaknesses.

“Woah….did you see that sinner get lit in flames…” “yeah I did.” It got so quiet so quick as angel gave you a confused face as you just stood there. 😭 Angel couldn’t tell if you were being fr or being a smartass

You were just sleeping on the couch, dead ass like a passed out beer dad after watching football. And fat nuggets sat in your lap sleeping. Then angel came and slept by you, then husk, then niffty, AND THEN EVERYONE JOINED 😭 big ass family cuddle💗💗🦆

You deadass could be the bodyguard of the hotel as you could escort a sinner who is trying to be an ass to the staff and you’re just like, “YEET!” And boom they are thrown away

You and Alastor definitely bond the most as you two got black tentacles. It’s just for Alastor it’s based on his powers when he uses his magic. But for you, it’s just your appearance as you use them to pierce your enemies. But mostly you use them when you are too bored to pick up objects with your hands

BIGGG headcannon that when slenderman do that static thingy, for you it clouds their vision and hearing as you make them pass out. Either to death or just to knock them out.

Lol I can imagine the whole creepypasta mansion going crazy while you drink tea like “this is fine” as you are in some other universe- 😭 crossover type shit

Like Drowned Ben is spam texting your phone like, “slender. slender. Help. Slendy. Octopus. Father. Help help.. help JeFF STABBED ME!”

And your tall ass is just sleeping as everything is going soooo peaceful in the hotel.

While we are at that, EJ definitely was using a book to try and to summon you with sally behind him hugging her teddy to see you again. Meanwhile Jeff was chasing Ben as he goes through a tv to hide from Jeff.

I imagine people in the hotel would hug you except for Alastor as he hates touch. But the people would dead ass hug you as one of your tentacles hold them.

You picked up angel, niffty , Charlie and Vaggie with your four tentacles as you read a book. It was a funny but cute sight as Charlie was like “:p” while the others had a cartoony ass expression or a blank one which is definitely Vaggie and husk

Adam and Lute definitely glanced at each other confused at what the fuck you were as you didn’t have a demonic or angelic aura. But you had some type of power in you. It was weird asf as you just stood there like “🧍🏾am I ugly?” They just kept staring at you

I can see you having the same expression as the picture above when you met pentious as you and Alastor was having tea just chilling with the hellish weather.

“Do you know that guy?” “I have no idea who that pest is my dear friend.” Alastor says with his usual smile as he hands you a cookie.

Just straight up tea times with Alastor is so peaceful as Alastor was kinda suspicious when you didn’t say anything if he ate a cannibalism meal. But I mean…slenderman! Reader is use to people being a cannibal.

The vees are definitely intrigued with who the hell you are and how powerful are you as you were the talk of pentagram city when you first came.

I headcannon a sinner tried to cut off your tentacles only to be grabbed by one of them and slammed to the ground. You just stood there and let static ring loudly in their head to the point it exploded.

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