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thepromptswhisperer · 4 months
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"You're blushing." Prompts
“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”
“Are you okay? You look a little…” “I’m fine!”
A tries to hide their blush from B by turning their head away, but the latter doesn’t let them.
“I can’t help it (when you look at me like that).”
“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”
“You, uhh… You… Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you… I mean…”
A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace.
“Awww. Did I fluster you?”
“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…”
It appears A made B blush, and in response their own cheeks heat up.
“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”
“Just admit that…” (e.g. you like when I look at you like that.)
A has never blushed when they asked that question/made such a comment before. (Before what?/Has something changed?)
“… You’ll never let me live this down, will you?”
A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)
“Why am I blushing?!”
A and B try to figure out who can make the other person blush first/the hardest.
“I call bullshit. There’s no way you never blush. No way.”
“Months/Years later, and you still make me blush.”
“I’m not blushing. It’s from the cold.” “Yeah. Sure.”
“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”
“God. You look adorable/etc. (when you’re blushing).”
A is curious/confused/etc. Once, they easily were able to make B blush. Nowadays, it seems almost impossible.
“You’re blushing.” “So are you.”
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daintyduck99 · 2 months
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“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.” for the Luke ship of your choice!
“Why are we here?”
Luke keeps scanning the bar, looking for a head of glossy black hair or a crooked smile. He shushes Alex.
“That's not—” Alex starts, only to sigh when Luke begins to drag him through the crowd of other twenty-somethings.
Reggie's wedged in the corner, playing on his phone. There's a guitar case under the table—different than the one he'd used last time, even at a glance.
Is there any instrument he can't play?
Alex nudges Luke. He jolts, then carefully doesn't look at Alex.
Luke clears his throat. “Hey—”
“Luke!” Reggie gestures wildly for them to sit down. “Are you playing?”
Luke returns Reggie's easy grin. He's still not looking at Alex. “Not tonight.”
Reggie’s smile morphs into a smirk.
“So you're here just for me?”
Luke's mouth works without sound as he grapples to get words out.
“That's—I also—where's Bobby?!”
Reggie laughs warmly, knocking his arm against Luke's. “He's at the bar.”
“I'm also here,” Alex says dryly before Luke can fumble to explain why he didn't see Bobby. “I'm Alex.”
Reggie turns to Alex excitedly.
“Oh, you're the drummer best friend!”
Alex huffs a laugh. He likes Reggie already; Luke can tell.
“That's me. And you? I assume Luke's trying to recruit you—”
“And Bobby!” Luke adds quickly. “I could've sworn we talked about this.”
Okay, so maybe Luke meant to talk to him about it. Them stopping here tonight was a little spur of the moment.
But it's the thought that counts, right?
Reggie introduces himself to Alex. Bobby returns before long, with a mixed drink for himself and a water for Reggie. Alex likes him too, and Luke smiles to himself as they talk about some sport thing that's happening.
“Think I could convince you to play?”
Luke startles. Reggie’s voice, his breath, is right in Luke's ear, and it sends a shockwave down his spine.
He swallows. “Um. Probably. Why?”
Reggie laughs quietly, low and warm.
“Because I want you, too. Won't you?”
Luke's brain is melting. It's—no one like Reggie has ever flirted with him so sincerely before. It's kind of unreal.
“What guitar ‘ve ya got?” he manages.
“An acoustic. Does that work for you?”
“Yeah,” he says dumbly. “For sure.”
Reggie hums. His lips graze Luke's ear.
“We're on soon then, sweetheart.”
He pulls away before Luke can reply.
“I'm grabbing more water, anyone else want anything?”
Luke's warm all over as he watches him leave.
Alex obscures his view, smiling smugly.
“Dude. Are you actually blushing?”
“No!” Luke hisses. “Shut up.”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Relax. Bobby's playing on his phone. It's not like he's blind to what's happening, anyway.”
“That's—”
“And,” Alex continues, “I'm just intrigued. You hardly ever blush.”
Luke shrugs, even though it's true.
Alex hums knowingly. “He must be good, huh?”
Luke splutters, “I don't—I wouldn't—”
“His playing, Luke.” Alex smirks. “Although for you, I guess it's one and the same—”
“Would you shut the fuck up?”
“Maybe I would,” Alex says snarkily, “if you'd bother to tell me things.”
In Luke's defense, things have been happening really fast, but Reggie’s back before he can really say more.
But it all works out in the end, and their new band and his boyfriend are both good.
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darkcademiasss · 26 days
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When its 3am but the grumpy morally grey caracter had a 'oh, oh' moment as they stare at the sunshine character all while trying not to have a panic attack.
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givethispromptatry · 8 months
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"You don't dance?"
"Nope."
"Why?"
"... Are you asking because you feel socially obligated to or are you asking because you're genuinely curious?"
"Now because I am genuinely curious."
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Draw your trio <3
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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 5 months
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Maybe this is too hyper-specific but I just fucking love??? the stance??? of whumpee lying on the ground and whumper standing over top of them???
"But Danny that's so generic--" yes, okay, but listen. Listen...I am talking about whumpee on the ground, injured, unable to get up, had probably just been crawling away before the last of their strength gave out. And then there comes whumper's legs into view. Whumpee doesn't even have the strength to look up, doesn't know if they'd even want to. And here's where the good shit comes in:
Whumper nudging Whumpee's side with their shoe like they're playfully checking if they actually died, or maybe really checking, or maybe just testing to see if there's any fight left
Whumper kicking a weapon that had been mere centimeters from Whumpee's reach, bonus points if they purposely catch Whumpee's hand under their foot and bear their weight down
Whumper using their heel to kick Whumpee's shoulder and force them to roll over on their back, now forcing them to look up and see Whumper (plus the beautiful imagery of Whumper leering down at them while Whumpee is symbolically beneath them...*chef's kiss*)
Whumper straddling their feet on either side of Whumpee's hips, or chest, or head; anything to have them confined between Whumper's legs from where they stand
Whumper suddenly dropping down into a crouch when Whumpee had only been able to look at their shins before, startling them, now hyperaware how close Whumper has made themself to accommodate this new position
Whumper instead continuing to go about their business, completely ignoring Whumpee on the ground, who can now only helplessly watch their retreating form as Whumper carries out whatever they originally had planned before Whumpee got in the way
Whumper stepping on fresh wounds, stepping on Whumpee's neck to choke them, stepping on Whumpee's head and holding their foot in place until they're done speaking whatever it is they want to say
Whumper that asks "are you done?" "that's it?" "so, was it worth it?" because if Whumpee is already at their feet, they might as well grovel a little
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entomolog-t · 7 months
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Promptober repost of Cozy where the blush isn't all wack.
Looked fine on desktop but when I viewed it on mobile...
Screams.
Anyways!! Fixed it 🫡💖
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joaniejustwokeup · 1 year
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DP x DC Prompt:
Summoning circles are more complicated than people give them credit for. They’re a bit like a mix between a thumb print, a name, a phone number, and a recipe; and at the same time, nothing like any of those things.
In reality, most summoning circles in spell books and ancient texts are incomplete, representing only a fraction of a particular spirit’s identity.
A complete circle will actually be a series of different summoning circles, with each concentric ring representing an aspect of the spirit’s identity and having individual requirements and/or offerings needed. Ghosts have an innate awareness of them and are able to draw and describe their requirements from any sort of inward reflection.
Ghosts will often give out incomplete circles as a means of communication and transportation. A single ring of the circle will only open the door, and each ring added makes the pull and connection to the summoner stronger. Ghosts will also sometimes use incomplete circles to mark and monitor their haunts and as a way of claiming territory.
A complete summoning circle will occasionally but inevitably change over time, as parts of the spirit’s identity change.
The circle will always be a closely guarded secret. This is because, much like giving your true name to the fae, giving out your full summoning circle will allow the summoner to not only capture you, but to command and control you.
After Danny was shown Dan’s future where he killed the world, he made Jazz memorize his complete circle and told her to use it if he ever turned evil. She thought he was being ridiculous, but learned the spell when she saw how frightened he had become of himself.
When the summoning circle of the Ghost King was added to his identity, he tried to make her memorize the new circle, only for her to flat out refuse, saying it’s not healthy for him to make these kind of contingencies. They get into a really bad fight and Danny flies off determined to find someone he can trust with his circle should he turn evil.
As he’s flying over his town he feels the slight tug on his consciousness indicating someone is trying to summon the Ghost King. He lets his awareness bleed through the summoning just enough to see that… yup it’s cultists again. At least there’s no sacrifices this time.
He’s about to shrug the summoning off like he has so many others when he suddenly sees someone fighting through the cultists. Oh! Make that several someones.
With a giddy sort of eagerness Danny watches Batman and his sidekicks cut through the crowd of religious fanatics, even taking down a couple that looked like they were using ghost-based magic. He’d always admired the Dark Knight, but seeing him fight in person is something else.
It’s as the hero is tying up the cultists and checking their injuries that a lightbulb goes off in Danny’s head, and, after a moment of steeling his determination, he lets himself be pulled through the summoning circle.
The Bats all tense up as the circle at the center of the room grows brighter, readying themselves for another fight. Danny tries to smile reassuringly as he feels his form materialize, though they likely can’t see it in the bright flash of light that accompanies it.
He frowns when he realizes the summoning had dressed him in his royal armor and cloak, the crown of fire burning above his head and ring of rage glaring from his right hand.
He tries raising his hands in an “I am not a threat,” pose, before realizing it looks exactly like the Box Ghost’s “Beware!” pose. He tucks his hands under his armpits, then awkwardly waves at the group of vigilantes.
“Hi there! Wow that was really cool- Thanks for taking care of these guys for me.”
The vigilantes once again tense up as Danny steps out of the circle towards them. Danny smiles sheepishly.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I really need to talk to you, Batman.”
Batman steps forward, approaching Danny as he stands just outside the circle, a living shadow that looms larger than life. Still, Danny senses something soften in his gaze as he looks over the teenage Ghost King, stopping just out of reach of him. Danny gazes back at his childhood hero, hoping he’s making the right choice.
“I have a favor to ask of you.”
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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year
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~ OH, YOU'RE BLUSHING ~ PROMPTS - causes, scenarios, & effects
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surprised by a direct question
being caught
overwhelmed by their own excitement
getting attention from their beloved
anticipation of intimacy
slight embarrassment
getting their words muddled up
wringing their hands in agitation
being confronted about their feelings
getting flushed when slightly intoxicated
a blush that goes unnoticed
a blush that taints the tip of the nose
a blush that creeps from their chest
a blush that also colours their ears
being the centre of attention
blushing from second-hand embarrassment
flustered by too many questions
feeling many eyes directed at them
surprised with delight
not realising they're blushing
hating when it's pointed out
mirroring the other's blush
exposed because someone reads their mind
feeling the sudden heat in their face
hearing the blood rush in their ears
covering their face with their hands
feeling too much pressure
overwhelmed by everyone's expectations
heavily denying they're blushing
blushing harder thinking about it
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omaano · 1 year
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MMA Fighter AU for @bobadinweek's bingo - with which I have a bingo! (I'll post my card under the read more cut for proof) I treated it more as a pose drawing exercise, but in the process I grew very fascinated with the idea of Boba having some biomech tattoos (as opposed to the geometrical armor based design I default to for Din) especially on the leg he is often headcanoned to lose to the sarlacc - and if you can make out anything of that on Boba it was inspired by Arno B Ink's work
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Whoop whoop! I've never achieved a bingo before!! I did a bit of colour coding, because that's how I work, and the blue ones needed to be switched up (the orange ones are the prompts I REALLY want to complete, and the yellow circles are the ones with the possibility of an idea.... So I'll want to go off these prompts outside of the deadline as well, I suppose. It'd be a shame to waste all those reference images I took for the Razor Crest Lives prompt XD). I've been aiming for the T-shaped bingo, but I don't have very high hopes with finishing anything for the FREE and Assassins & Spys prompts in the remaining time - gotta get back to work and all that....
I will make a round up post in two weeks with all my finished prompts all the same however many that will be - we shall see! :)
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spacedace · 10 months
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Here have this random snippet I stumbled on that I wrote ages ago, I have no idea where it was originally going, but if anyone is interested you’re welcome to use it as a prompt :D
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Elle stood up straight before him, shoulders back, chin tilted up high, face determined and eyes locked with his in what Jason had long come to think of her “battle princess mode.”
She was also blushing, which was new.
Jason met her gaze levelly, arms crossed across his chest as he waited for her to break the silence and say what she was going to say. Behind her Jazz peered out from the edge of the door to the kitchen, doing her best to smother her smile in case Elle turned back to look at her. The fourteen year old hellion could be an absolute nightmare if she thought they were teasing her - especially when it came to matters involving her crushes on Damian and Jon.
“Bruce got invited to a wedding to some socialite he knows.”
He raised his brow at her. “Okay.”
“And he’s making Day go with him.”
His brow twitched higher. “And?”
“And Day asked me and Jolly to go with him so he won't be bored out of his mind.”
He watched, fighting a smile - Jazz, his wonderful wife, was not helping as she silently awed behind her little sister - as the red on Elle’s cheeks spread across her nose.
“There’s going to be dancing.”
He could see where this was going, but he was - at the end of the day - an older brother first and foremost. He allowed his brow to tick even higher at her. Tilting his head to imply he wasn’t sure where she was going with all this.
Somehow, her face grew even more red.
“I don’t know how to dance.”
There was a long moment of silence as they stared each other down.
“So are you going to ask me to teach you? Or are you just gonna keep trying to set me on fire with your mind.”
Elle couldn’t be more red if he’d dunked her in bucket of paint. “Fine. Will you please teach me how to dance?”
He let his arms drop from before him, reaching out with a warm smile to ruffle her hair - and she really must want him to teach her since she didn’t even bat his hands away. "Sure thing, kid. Can’t let those stuffy assholes think the Nightingales don’t know how to cut a rug. Come on, help me move the couch so we have some room.”
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daintyduck99 · 2 months
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Why am I *blushing*? Rulie
Julie taps her pen against the page, testing the meter of her latest line.
Something feels off. 
And it's not the meter. There's just…
It's something with the lyrics, maybe. 
She had hoped that sitting out on the porch would do her some good. Luke had insisted on dragging them into the woods for a writing retreat, after all. Julie might as well make the most of it.
The breeze is nice, but it isn't really jogging anything. She closes her eyes. 
It's not until she hears the solid thwack of an ax that her eyes fly open. 
There, out in the yard, is Reggie, carefully placing logs and cleaving them open like he does it every day. 
He's rolled his flannel sleeves up to elbows, exposing his forearms, and the rhythmic flex of muscle moving under pale skin is strangely mesmerizing. 
There's something mesmerizing about the way he bites his lip, too, the intense concentration that he also pours into playing. She'd thought she was used to it, that she was immune to it, and yet…
What would it be like, to have all of that concentration to herself? 
“Julie?”
The concern in Reggie’s voice cuts through her creeping thoughts like a knife. She jolts, quickly averting her eyes, and snaps her songbook shut. 
“Sorry I spaced, I…I think I've been sitting in the sun for too long. I'm just…I'm gonna go grab some water.” 
She makes her hasty retreat then, beelining not for the kitchen but the bathroom, which is blessedly empty. 
Her reflection blushes back at her. 
“God,” she murmurs, splashing her face. “Why am I blushing?” 
Her lyrics flash through her mind. 
I only see you when I'm dreaming / You always hide behind the sun 
That's why she was stuck. It was her muse that was unclear, so she didn't know where else to go. But now… 
Lots of little things make sense, in hindsight. He did creep up on her. 
Until he split right through her conscience. 
A knock at the door leaves her staring at herself again, still blushing and wide-eyed. Of course it's him again. 
“Julie? Are you sure you're alright?” 
She takes a deep breath, bracing herself, and reaches for the doorknob.
She needs to embrace her new reality sooner or later, after all, and she thinks that hammering that song out will help.
Besides…it's Reggie. He's too good to let something like this come between them or the band. He cares too much. 
Maybe not in the way she does, but it's something. 
Julie opens the door with a smile. 
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trickstersaint · 1 year
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flush // april 13 2023
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aanthonyvb · 1 month
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Can we get embarrassed Jekyll pls ?
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Even his ears are burning, I wonder what happend..
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finleycannotdraw · 1 year
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I love your draws! How about a unexpected first kiss? From both parts, like surprise on their face, and then they just kiss again because they are two idiots in love ❤️
thank you so much!!!<3
I wasn’t entirely sure where to go with this until tonight, but I hope you like what I came up with!
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idiots in love, emphasis on the idiots!
they are just. so stupid. god they’re so dumb
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imaginativeworks · 9 months
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Imagine Your OTP
Person A: “F-flattery will get you no where”
Person B:  (hold their face and turns it towards them) “Oh I beg to differ! After all it allows me to see that attractive shade of blush on you every time I say something that catches your attention~” Leans closer and whispers in their ear “Am I getting warmer?”
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