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“The safest place is in your arms” for the bradshwas please!
We got a little angsty with this one, but I hope you enjoy!
Before the kids came along, whenever Bradley returned from a mission or a deployment, you knew that you’d be spending at least three solid days in bed with him. Usually more.
It wasn’t just sex, though that was certainly part of it. That first day or two, you’d spend hours upon hours becoming reacquainted with one another’s bodies, describing without words how much you’d missed each other, how much you’d longed for these moments when it was just you and him and the rest of the world faded away.
But it was more than that. Every time Bradley came home again, every time he defied death and made it back safely into your arms, he wanted nothing more than to be held there. Sometimes you’d spend hours simply tangled up in each other’s arms, neither of you uttering a word, just listening to the sound of your hearts beating in tandem. Sometimes Bradley would talk about what he had experienced, about the dangers he’d faced and the emotions he’d felt. Sometimes he’d sob into your chest, clinging to you as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispered soothing words into his ear.
Even when you did have to leave the comfort of your bed to make food or take a bath, Bradley’s arms were always wrapped tightly around you, not wanting to let you out of his sight for a moment.
You understood and you always held him for as long as he needed.
One night, after gently tracing the line of Bradley’s cheek with your fingertips until his eyes began to close, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and held him close, resting your cheek against the top of his head.
“Thank you, honey,” he mumbled sleepily, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “The safest place in the world is in your arms.”
January OTP Prompts
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#mr. & mrs. bradshaw#bradshaw drabble#miles teller#january writing prompts
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January 2024 Writing Prompts
I'm going to do things differently this year. There is no main prompt for the month. I picked out several of last year's main prompts and put them in with the rest of my creative writing prompts, so we might see them again. Mostly, my goal this year is to work on any of my WIPs (there are so many of them ...).
But, I will post two writing prompts and a TV quote and a movie quote like I did last year.
WRITING PROMPT 1: Person A: I love this. / Person B: What? / Person A: Us.
WRITING PROMPT 2: "I've seen you flirt with anyone at the drop of a hat, but this time you froze." They grinned at their friend, brimming with excitement. "You actually caught feelings!" / "I don't know! Maybe? Shut up!"
TV QUOTE: Paul Buchman: All I know is I want to wake up naked with you for the rest of my life. (Mad About You)
MOVIE QUOTE: Tracy Lord: I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy. (The Philadelphia Story)
NOTE: The TV and movie quotes can be used out of context from their original source.
NOTE: Like last year, all creative writing prompts come from other sources. They could be from a couple books I got from the library a while back, prompt books I bought, from googling and some websites, some from my own head, and from various tumblr sources (mostly @creativepromptsforwriting because there are some damn good ones there)
#January writing prompts#writing#creative writing#tv quotes#movie quotes#fanfiction#The Philadelphia Story is my favorite Katharine Hepburn movie ever#Katharine Hepburn could do no wrong here
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It is not love that makes humans dangerous.
Love is predictable. Love has rules of engagement.
Spite, however, makes the illogical logical to humans. It creates options in the human brain that should never have been considered.
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The prompt theme for January 2024 is a January of Firsts!
If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!
Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other seasonal events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, whatever tickles your fancy.
Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!
Plain text list below the cut:
1) First impression
2) First step in a journey
3) First snow
4) First blood
5) First fitting
6) First gift
7) First take
8) First touch
9) First day at work or school
10) First chair
11) First love
12) First loss
13) First meeting
14) First star
15) First cut
16) First look into the unknown
17) First kiss
18) First point
19) First class
20) First time on their own
21) First choice
22) First in line
23) First word
24) First draft
25) First spark
26) First runner up
27) First base
28) First aid
29) First born
30) First taste
31) First night
#the prompt foundry#prompt list#january of firsts 2024#january#writing challenge#art challenge#monthly challenge#art prompt#writing prompt#happy solstice#new year
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TOKUSATSU VALENTINE’S: day 5
➵ my valentine 🌸(ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ)🌸
#kamen rider ex-aid#kamen rider ex aid#kujo kiriya#onozuka hayato#tokuvalentines#tokuedit#userdramas#ex-aid#m.gif#*kiriya#*exaid#dedicating this prompt to the silly lil bike who's been nyooming around my brain throughout the entirety of january#do y'all know how hard it is to find scenes where his smile is genuine#god please take away all of his pain and give it to kuroto#i have a whole character study drafted in my brain but i'm terrible at writing so#it's probably staying there forever#side note: i'm so glad they upgraded his leather jacket#the collar of his jacket in the earlier eps is kinda...ugly
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366 Prompts For 2024:
One word prompts for 2024 (all 12 months) and some alternatives. These are mostly horror / fantasy aimed.
January (31):
Behold
Justice
Oak
Weave
Hook
Waggon
Torch
Jinx
Prey
Must
Lit
Keep
Vanquish
Yarrow
Intended
Tomb
Marsh
Leather
Blanket
Kin
Lordling
Promises
Heath
Rot
West
Under
Sworn
Rusted
Transformation
Quest
Pond
February (29):
Midwinter
Oath
Croak
Blush
Nimble
Malady
Deal
Roots
Willow
Orders
Moss
Lantern
Portent
Lovelock
Mourning
Horned
Keys
Earn
Remedy
Bog
Yearning
Lace
Trunk
Coiled
Linger
Soothsayer
Revenge
Oleander
Revered
March (31):
Metal
Pride
Gunpowder
Inheritance
Master
Brandish
Enchanted
Path
Sacrifice
Tailor
Crypt
Remain
Toad
Understanding
Legacy
Archway
Mirror
Omen
Home
Fur
Dust
Bow
Necklace
Sly
Permanent
Grin
Aim
Nest
Hex
Church
Valour
April (30):
Masonry
Inquiry
Ledge
Years
Hospitality
Clay
Priestess
Sunken
Lavender
Trust
Waters
Guilt
Dusk
Protection
Musket
Castle
Flee
Ancient
Value
Charm
Fever
Penance
Silk
Foxhole
Ornament
Tradition
Meld
Hare
Well
Pest
May (31):
Moonrise
Sea
Wander
Absolution
Bark
Ridge
Crackle
Sacred
Bind
Frozen
Thatch
Naming
Elder
Wealth
Dappled
Reading
Father
Cathedral
Tent
Grey
Payment
Enshrine
Tales
Velvet
Cell
Guide
Dawn
Mines
Riddle
Falling
Clock
June (30):
Vixen
Stolen
Worth
Tar
Alchemy
Fickle
Barrell
Harrow
Pyre
Chest
Worship
Steps
Armoury
Tear
Den
Ladder
Ruins
Bargain
Snake-leaves
Corn-doll
Garnet
Eccentric
Telescope
Antler
Stone
Break
Laden
Tower
Chain
Rook
July (31):
Masquerade
Pines
Mother
Herbs
Limb
Prize
Rescue
Scales
Melody
Shore
Tempest
Appease
Queen
Hermit
Separated
Bear
Righteous
Chimney
Storm
Manipulate
Boots
Apple
Rings
Crafted
Trail
Bleak
Dear-heart
Sanctify
Feast
Gathering
Door
August (31):
Luck
Display
Greed
Autumn
Found
Wildfire
Sleep
Grandfather
Watch
Hidden
Lookalike
Whimsey
Thicket
Runes
Horseshoe
Smoke
Awaken
Gargoyle
Wig
Poison
Thousand-fur
Shatter
Barrow
Tempt
Flag
Mercy
Web
Beast
Candle
Hunt
Serpent
September (30):
Belladonna
Magician
Birch
Reflection
Sight
Elaborate
Captive
Rope
Glass
Decades
Blade
Sorrow
Finickity
Carving
Stag
Fairy-tale
Spark
Blackthorn
Mountain
Century
Fury
Question
Claws
Fangs
Decay
Gift
Shipwreck
Blessed
Harvest
Crown
October (31):
Troll
Vines
Scattered
Prayer
Hatchet
Coat
Fireside
Grim
Sealed
Walled
Healing
Cobbled
Secure
Forest
Blind
Constellation
Shroud
Regal
Helm
Shadowed
Ward
Sinking
Hills
Goldsmith
Silver
Entwining
Soldier
Courtship
Guest
Defy
Crone
November (30):
Bones
Fear
Talisman
Song
Witness
Cloak
Plague
Hearth
Returned
Testament
Ceremonial
Yearning
Written
Silhouette
Gilded
Boundary
Hunger
Stranger
Fiend
Dungeon
Huntsman
Want
Birdsong
Wish
Hierophant
Favour
Dreaming
Coal
Brother
Fields
December (31):
Bottles
Curse
Horizon
Supplies
Wallowing
Hodge-podge
Thorns
Wisdom
Trinket
Warmth
Timber
Honest
Ritual
Welcome
Branches
Disguise
Bound
Gallows
Shield
Window
Finality
Tinder
Starlight
Winds
Bridge
Fortune
Tracks
River
Guardian
Summon
Warmth
Alternative Prompts:
Cunning
Puppet
Hound
Brambles
Eldritch
Garden
Eldritch
Cosmic
Bells
Tainted
Sleigh
Sect
Glowing
Coven
#writing#writing prompt#prompt list#january prompts#february prompts#march prompts#april prompts#may prompts#june prompts#july prompts#august prompts#september prompts#november prompts#october prompts#december prompts#horror#horror writing#horror prompts#creative writing#fiction writing#short stories#fanfic
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Picture ID under the cut:
[ID: A list of prompts in three columns. The background is a desaturated photograph of purple grape hyacinth. The bottom corners have credits on them. The right corner is the credit for the background, which is to Lauri Poldre @ Pexels.com. The left corner is the credit/signature of the blog, Zazu Prompts. The title and prompts are as follows:
January 2024 Prompts List:
Confident
Growth
Erase
Protect
Teleport
Tradition
Mercy
Bubble
Muster
Companion
Walk
Keeper
Bless
Dragon
Quiet
Next
Hero
Steel
Find
Dark
Attack
Mark
Swap
Rough
Jagged
Stack
Sorcery
Black
Shell
Duck
Presence
End ID]
#write#writing#writeblr#writing inspiration#writing ideas#fanfic#fanfiction#prompts#art prompt#writing prompt#drawing prompt#writing practice#fanart#drawing exercise#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#artblr#monthly prompt list#January prompts
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✨ Quarterly Masterlist of Antique Prompts ✨
We're back! Life got very busy between school, family, and all the like and made things a bit difficult to keep up with this. For this we apologize for the fall behind on all the antique prompts that were written.
But now each and every beautiful piece of flash fiction won't go amiss! We cherish these beautiful works you have written and shared with us over the past months. Please check out these amazing flash fiction pieces and show them some love! <3
New to Flash Fiction Friday and wondering what is an Antique Prompt? Well Here is a quick blurb to what it is, and Here is a list of all the past prompts, so let your creativity run free!
If you have written an old prompt outside of its deadline and are missing from this list, please let us know and we’ll add you! If you wrote it months ago and tagged us then but are especially proud of it, still feel free to send it our way!
The next masterlist will come July 1st!
Deceiving Fragrance by @betweenthetimeandsound
But a Whimper by @borealwrites
Morning Glories by @annikchase
How It Ends by @starkraivennemad
Roll Of The Dice by @writingamongther0ses
The Cafe and the Storm by @goblin-writer
The Fools Quest by @darkhorse-javert
To The Victor by @starkraivennemad
Take My Hand by @alexthefly
Haunted Classroom by @lost-khione
Seal It Tight by @landofspaceandrainbows
Those Who Don't Care by @darkhorse-javert
Quiet Hours by @seagull-energy
Soaring Above by @betweenthetimeandsound
Glitter And Blue by @mtnikolle
Turn Back Time by @xviruserrorx
Critical Ice Cream by @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife
Sugar Honey ice and Tea by @cocoamoonmalfoy
Critical Ice Cream by @tamiveldura
You never cared by @tamiveldura
In Conversation by @words-after-midnight
Feral Pinpricks by @baubeautyandthegeek
#flash fiction friday#quarterly masterlist of antique prompts#january - march 2024#writeblr#flash fiction#lovely work everyone! keep writing your beautiful words ❤️
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sterek, 1.7k, au: tattoo parlor & flower shop, established relationship, miscommunication
day 6: lonely
happy birthday @tripleaxeldiaz!!!
Stiles raps on the wall of his work station as soon as he peels his gloves off, tossing them into the wastebasket by the door. He waits a solid minute for a response, straining to hear past the music playing from the overhead speaker, and sighs when none comes.
“He’s probably out doing deliveries, loser,” Cora says without pausing from where she’s restocking the small vials of colored ink.
He sighs again, his whole body slumping down in his chair, a physical manifestation of the dread he’s feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Yeah, maybe.”
He’s not sure if it’s his tone or the fact he’s not arguing with her, whatever it is, it makes her stop and peer around at him. “Are you two fighting?”
The chair squeaks as he shifts, planting his feet flat on the floor and pushing, rolling himself back and forth slowly. “Maybe. Yeah.”
Cora’s sigh is explosive and irritated. “Seriously? What now?”
“Well,” he says slowly, chest starting to ache now that he actually has to say the words he’s been worried about out loud, “I asked him to move in with me on Friday and he said yes but I haven’t heard a word from him since Saturday morning, so we’re either fighting or … broken up.”
He doesn’t look up at her, but he can feel the sudden stillness in the room; even Erica and her client stop the quiet stream of chatter they’d been engaging in. It only lasts as long as it takes for Cora to jerk to her feet, vials of blue ink clattering to the floor and rolling in every direction. He doesn’t even have a chance to stop her before she rips the door open, hinges creaking dangerously, and stomps out.
“She’s pissed,” Erica says, and Stiles closes his eyes and tilts his head back to rest on the top of his chair.
He can hear when the yelling starts—which means Derek is there and definitely ignoring him, which hurts even though he’d already suspected it—but he can’t make it out what’s being said even if he puts his ear to the wall, and Erica can’t be of any help when she’s with a client. He busies himself instead by picking up the vials scattered on the floor and placing them back in the box before going to check his appointment book even though he knows he doesn’t have any bookings; he’d only come in because it was better than sitting around his lonely apartment.
The flare of hope that sparks in his chest when Cora comes back through the door is quickly smothered when she walks straight up to him and grabs his arm. “We’re still friends, even if you’re not with Derek,” she says; it’s not a question.
He nods because it’s all he can do—there’s a knot in his chest that’s threatening to tear its way out of his throat and he won’t let it, not in the studio. Their relationship may have been lived out in the open, lives intertwined both personally and professionally, but Stiles can give himself the dignity of falling apart in private at the very least.
“I will make his life miserable,” Cora swears before letting him go. “And the second I find out what’s going on with him—”
Stiles tears his gaze from the floor and looks over at her. “He didn’t tell you?”
“No,” she says, and she sounds almost sad. “He didn’t say anything at all.”
--
Despite the three days of radio silence it doesn’t take Derek long at all to show his face after Cora gets involved; Stiles calls his clients for the next day and rebooks them, claiming illness, then leaves before Erica finishes up with the sleeve she’s working on.
His apartment feels too cold, dreary in the same way it has since he woke up Saturday morning with Derek gone, like even the plants in the windowsill miss him. They probably do; Stiles isn’t known for his ability to keep a consistent schedule when it comes to things like watering. He turns a movie on for background noise, lays down on the couch, and ends up falling asleep.
When he wakes up it’s to the sound of a key in the door and footsteps so familiar that for a moment he considers closing his eyes and pretending so he doesn’t have to see Derek gather up all his things. But Derek would know, and Stiles would seem like a coward, so he sits up and lets the blanket pool at his feet just as his probably-ex-boyfriend comes into view.
He has no intention of saying anything—Derek’s the one with the problem, clearly, and Stiles might not have the heart to make a break-up difficult for him but he’s certainly not going to make it any easier—except Derek looks tired and miserable, eyes red like he’d recently been crying, wearing the hoodie he always said was the most comfortable thing he’d ever worn.
Stiles’ hoodie.
“If Cora told you to come—”
“She didn’t,” Derek interrupts, and then hangs his head when he corrects, “well, she did, but that’s not why—I was going to talk to you, I just—there’s something I need to tell you and I didn’t know how.”
Stiles swallows hard past the lump that’s taken up residence in his throat again. He doesn’t want to hear it, but it will drive him crazy forever if he doesn’t. “I guess I just don’t know why you said yes if you were going to break up with me,” he says. His voice doesn’t break at all, and he’s absurdly relieved he could manage that. Of course, it breaks the second he opens his mouth and says, “It would have hurt less if you hadn’t.”
Derek makes a move like he’s going to reach out, and Stiles frowns when he doesn’t just stop but takes several steps backwards, moving himself further away from the door. “I said yes because I want to,” Derek says, “but there’s something—you need to know something before I do, and I—was scared. About how you’d react.”
He can almost hear the gears in his head turning. There are only two things he can come up with that may cause him to react negatively; one would be a stupidly big coincidence but he supposes it’s possible that sometime between Friday night and Saturday morning Derek had learned he had a child that one of his many exes was keeping from him, and the other—well, the other is just stupid, considering.
Stiles is pretty sure now that he knows which one it is.
“Derek,” he says slowly, “I think—”
“I love you,” Derek says, almost desperately, “and I’d never hurt you but you should know—”
Briefly, he considers banging his head on the table to justify his apparent lack of brain cells, because he really should have thought of this.
“—I’m a werewolf.”
The miscommunication would be almost funny if Stiles’ heart weren’t breaking at the sight of Derek in front of him, clearly bracing himself for the worst-case scenario while trying to appear harmless.
“Come here,” he says quietly, and sighs when Derek doesn’t budge. “Derek. Please come here.”
Derek glances at the door and around the room before moving, taking himself the long way around the coffee table before sitting at the very edge of the couch, never putting himself in between Stiles and the exit. “I’m not crazy,” he says, sounding defeated, like Stiles is going to try to get him committed at any moment. He doesn’t lift his gaze from the floor. “I can show you.”
There’s so much he wants to say that he doesn’t even know where to begin—like the fact that he’s been friends with Cora for years, for much longer than he’s even known Derek, or the bring up the week he’d “spontaneously” decided to go to his Dad’s place back in Beacon Hills when they were two months into their relationship and he’d freaked out when he’d learned the truth about the Hales. He wants to hit Derek over the head with the unscented laundry soap he’d started using after Cora admitted his old stuff was too strong, or shake him until he realizes that Stiles had started rubbing his cheek against any part of Derek’s body he could get to for a reason. And at first, he can’t say anything at all. The situation may be something they roll their eyes at in the future, but the heartbreak he’d felt at not being able to get ahold of Derek after waking up alone on Saturday morning had been very real, and the fear in Derek’s expression isn’t a joke.
“Baby,” he says finally, stretching his hand across the couch, fingertips just reaching Derek’s arm, “I know. I’ve known. I’m really—really—upset with you right now,” he adds truthfully, “but if that was the issue … it’s not one. Not really.”
Derek looks like he’s forgotten how to breathe, staring down at Stiles’ hand. “You knew?”
“Cora kicked this dude out of the studio once,” Stiles explains, “back when Erica was new. Said she saw him trying to touch her, and you remember Erica then, she was so quiet—anyway, Cora pulled him off the table, tattoo half-finished, and just went crazy. Threw the guy out the door, kept talking about how she hated people like that … and she was facing the wall the whole time but I caught her face in the mirror and her eyes were … glowing. She told me I was crazy but she looked guilty, almost? So I started paying a little more attention to her which pissed her off, and she told me.”
“I kept waiting for you to tell me,” he adds, looking over at where Derek looks like he’s having an existential crisis, “but you didn’t. So I figured you’d tell me when you were ready and I stopped thinking about it. Clearly should have thought about it a little more and maybe this wouldn’t have happened, but we—we can fix it,” he says, leaning, wrapping his hand around Derek’s arm. “Right?”
“You knew,” Derek says again, “and you—you still—”
“I still,” he agrees, shifting to his knees so he can get himself closer. “I still love you. I still want to spend every second of the day with you.” Derek’s not moving, so he curls himself around his body, blanketing him. “I still want you here, if the answer’s still yes.”
Derek’s arms come around him, so hesitant and careful that it makes Stiles grip him tighter. “It’s still yes.”
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femslash february: valentine's edition
An assortment of bite-sized smut in a heart-shaped box for you to indulge in each day until Valentine's Day! Each day will relate to at least one of three prompts below - feel free to play along or share ideas and requests per day.
overstimulation | mind control | shower/bath sex
edging | double penetration | age gap
pool/hot tub sex | teasing | orgasm control
thigh riding | office sex | breast play
degradation | student/teacher dynamic | have to be quiet
filming/photography | mirror sex | car sex
public sex | cunnilingus | clothing kink
leather/latex | stripping | face fucking/sitting
anonymous sex | floor sex | prostitution
corruption | manipulation | captivity
hair pulling | blackmail | intoxication
outdoor sex | piercings | camming
rough sex | uniform kink | praise kink
temperature play | bondage | anal
#aka: i can't commit to a month long challenge but i've done half a month before so here's hoping#femslash february#prompt#prompt list#riverdale smut#also i have intentions of writing at least 1-2 things to post in january before this challenge so fingers crossed
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I love you but that’s a terrible idea for the bradshaws
Here’s a little domesticity with the Bradshaws!
“I love you, but that’s a terrible idea,” you insisted, bouncing your one-year-old daughter on your hip as you gazed across the kitchen at your husband and your three-year-old son.
“A terrible idea or a wonderful idea?” Bradley countered, looking up from his spot at the kitchen table where he and Goose had been hard at work building some sort of monstrous imitation of a gingerbread house out of all of the leftover desserts and candies from Christmas and New Year while you had been giving Lydia a bath.
“A terrible idea,” you emphasized, cradling the back of your daughter’s head as she started to doze on your shoulder. “Besides the fact that the two of you have turned the kitchen upside down, now someone’s going to be on a sugar high for the rest of the night,” you explained, arching an eyebrow as you looked from your husband to your son.
“He hasn’t had that much sugar,” Bradley replied weakly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to recall exactly how many pieces of candy Goose had consumed since they’d started this little project.
“Oh, really?” you asked skeptically, shooting a pointed look at the frosting coating your toddler’s chin.
Bradley winced. “I thought it would be a good way to get rid of all the leftovers,” he explained sheepishly. “I realize now it probably would have been smarter to wait until tomorrow.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the crestfallen look on your husband’s face. He looked like a wounded puppy. Walking over to him, you dropped a kiss on his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair. “It’s okay, honey. We’ll clean it up tomorrow.”
“Mommy, look!” Goose exclaimed proudly, showing off his masterpiece with sticky fingers.
“It’s beautiful, honey. I love it!” you praised him, holding the back of Lydia’s head securely as you bent down to kiss your son’s forehead. You looked down at his sticky face and hands and smirked. “Daddy is going to have so much fun giving you another bath.”
Bradley sighed. “Yep. I deserve that.”
January OTP Prompts
#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#mr. & mrs. bradshaw#the bradshaw family#bradshaw drabble#miles teller#january writing prompts
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He'd always been a strange child. Too quiet. Too smart. Too wise.
His parents had accepted him, cherished him as a precious child, and so the others had to do the same. Even if they really weren't that keen on the idea.
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Poetry Game!
January 2023 Edition:
The rules are as follows: Write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but is not limited to, the following in order:
1. A body of water
2. A dive
3. Any shade of blue
4. Sensory line (underwater)
5. Sensory line (underwater)
6. Free line, use however you like
7. Anything partaking to the heart
8. Any constellation
9. Any synonym to 'falling'
10. Free line, use however you like
11. Line 3's shade of blue
Have fun!
Tag your poem #smittenbypoetrygame, and I will reblog it here. Be sure to use one of the first five tags to do this, else there’s a chance it won’t show up when I search for it. If I haven’t reblogged your poem within 24 hours, please send me a message and I’ll add it to the queue.
#smittenbypoetrygame#january#tumblr poetry#poets on tumblr#creative writing#poetry game#poetry#writers on tumblr#poets#poem#twc#poetry prompt
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Day 1
Niki opened the door and announced his presence to his roommate, sliding his shoes off and walking over to the kitchen to put the groceries away. There wasn’t an immediate response but Niki wasn’t too phased as he thought about what he wanted to make them for dinner. Rinne was probably out doing his own errands or playing pachinko again and he’d be home for dinner like he always was. Rinne would never pass up a free meal.
So when Niki was finishing up dinner and getting ready to plate everything, he found it strange that Rinne hadn’t shown up. Niki pulled out his phone. No new messages. His face scrunched up as he tapped out a message to Rinne asking where he was and how he better not be in trouble. Niki sighed and made his plate anyway, stomach rumbling and begging for nutrients.
He ate his fill and wrapped up a plate of leftovers for Rinne before checking his phone again. Still nothing. He sighed and put the dishes in the sink before wandering into their shared bedroom to see if there would be any sort of hints as to where Rinne went.
The closet and dresser were missing a set of winter clothes and Rinne’s winter boots, something he only wore when he went out foraging for food in the mountains. Then he noticed the note laying on the bed. The message was written in a hurry and read “I’ll be back tomorrow, don’t worry about me.”
Niki crumpled the note in his hand. The nerve of that guy! Niki put on his own boots and grabbed a winter jacket before stalking out into the street, catching a taxi to the mountains. He had a vague idea of where he’d find Rinne and he was going to give him a piece of his mind, making him worry like that!
He eventually told the taxi to stop and paid the driver for their service before hopping out, seeing a set of footprints he’d know anywhere in the snow leading away from the road. Thank god it wasn’t snowing that day or Niki might never have found Rinne otherwise. He grabbed a snack from his pocket, took a bite, and started the trek to find Rinne.
Ten minutes later, Niki was shivering and wondering just how far from the road Rinne had gone before he reached the end of the footprints at the base of a tree. He looked up to find Rinne leaning against the trunk from one of the lower branches, a can of something nursed in his bare hand red from the cold. Niki called out to Rinne and asked what was wrong, trying to get him to come down and go home. Niki even tried to promise he wouldn’t threaten to kick him out ever again if he’d just come home.
Rinne didn’t so much as look down, giving only a grunt and an “I said I’d be home tomorrow.” Niki, out of frustration toward the man above him, kicked the tree and reached up to try and forcibly pull Rinne down. At least talk to me, what’s going on Rinne-kun, he begged. Rinne finally looked down and Niki finally saw how red and puffy his eyes were. Please, just leave me alone. I can’t do that, I promised to take care of you.
The silence could be cut with a knife as Niki stared down Rinne until Rinne relented and climbed down from the tree. He hit the ground with a thud and pulled Niki into a hug, burying his face in Niki’s neck, mumbling something Niki couldn’t hear. Niki wrapped his arms around the other man, taking in the scent of his cologne, something he never expected to have missed as much as he did.
Eventually, Rinne pulled away and took a final swig from his can which Niki could more clearly see as being beer now. Rinne was drunk and crying in the mountains and Niki had no idea why. Do you want to talk about it, he asked, taking Rinne’s hand in his own. Maybe when we get home. That sounds good to me, I saved you some dinner too. Rinne chuckled and his voice cracked. Niki decided not to mention it.
They began to walk back to the road in relative silence, the only words coming from Niki on the phone calling another taxi to pick them up. Rinne remained uncharacteristically silent the whole ride home.
By the time they got back, Rinne’s mood had thawed a little, whether that was from the warmth of the car or the alcohol in his system Niki didn’t care in that moment, just that Rinne was going back to normal. Rinne had let go of Niki’s hand when they entered the apartment as he made a beeline for their bedroom. Niki could hear him digging around for something before he came back out with a shoebox missing the lid. He set it on the coffee table and asked Niki to sit down with him.
Niki obliged and sat next to Rinne as he began pulling objects Niki had never seen out of it, a photo with four people with striking red hair, a small locket, a clipping of hair, a brooch. Niki picked up the photo. Is this your family, he asked, voice small. Yeah, back when my mom was still alive. You said she passed when your brother was young. She did, this was taken just a few months before…
Niki set the photo back on the table and turned to the locket, a smaller picture of the woman tucked inside, along with a photo of his brother in the other half. The hair and brooch must have been hers as well. The only things from his hometown Rinne had brought with him, things to remember his family by.
Today’s the anniversary of her death, Rinne finally spoke again. Finally, everything clicked. He turned to face Rinne, hand on his shoulder. I’m sure she’d be proud of you, Rinne-kun. Tears began falling from Rinne’s eyes again as he turned to embrace Niki in a bear hug, so tight that Niki almost couldn’t breathe until he lightened up again. Thanks for…listening, Niki, I really appreciate it.
Niki couldn’t tell if he simply imagined it, but as the two of them sat embraced on the couch in his apartment, he felt a third presence settle in with them, pulling them both in for a comforting embrace.
#shay writes#enstars#ensemble stars#niki shiina#rinne amagi#rinniki#january writing challenge#<- i think i'm gonna use this tag for these posts. not all of them are gonna be main tagged but i'm really happy with this#also this is way longer than what i think most of them are going to be but we'll see ig#i've had this idea for a while though so using this as an excuse to write it. idk if i'll do madaleo or tatsukana tmrw but we'll find out!#i have a prompt list finally i might consult and see what speaks to me...#anyway............ enjoy
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Creatuanary Art & Writing Challenge
A daily challenge for art or writing themed around different creatures, each with a different prompt for each day. Though do not fret if you end up missing a day or five lol
Day 1: Selkie
Day 2: Nothic
Day 3: Bat
Day 4: Phantom
Day 5: Spider
Day 6: Fenrir
Day 7: Satyr
Day 8: Elemental
Day 9: Fruit
Day 10: Ghoul
Day 11: Frost
Day 12: Druid
Day 13: Baku
Day 14: Strigoi
Day 15: Rokugyo
Day 16: Free Day
Day 17: Chimera
Day 18: Fae
Day 19: Kaiju
Day 20: Moss
Day 21: Dullahan
Day 22: Gargoyle
Day 23: Raven
Day 24: Slime
Day 25: Siren
Day 26: Alien
Day 27: Peryton
Day 28: Bee
Day 29: Nightmare
Day 30: Scales
Day 31: God
#art challenge#writing challenge#art prompts#writing prompts#prompts#fantasy creatures#fantasy creature#monster#Creatuanary#Creatuanary 2024#january art challenge
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Kaj's Kink January #3
So. Gestern bin ich nicht dazu gekommen, weil der Tag unerwartet stressig wurde, aber jetzt gibt es die offizielle Liste der Prompts für Januar, wie gehabt erstmal ohne Pairings, die bleiben vorerst ein Geheimnis, auch wenn sich einige davon sicherlich durch einen Blick ins Dokument ermitteln lassen, falls sich jemand die Mühe machen will 😄
soft & healthy + watching s/o masturbate
voyeurism
punishment & aftercare + safewording
(semi) public
smoking
shibari
filmed + deep throating
praise + cockwarming
roleplay
D/s + in public + phone sex + needy
mile high club
first time + thigh fucking
jealousy + smoking
edging & aftercare + size kink
mirror + parallels
scratches + belated realization
size difference + car sex
subspace + overstimulation
seconds
familiar face
lingerie
blindfolded + collar
dub con + burnplay
praise + facial
watching
daddy kink + body worship
harness + quiet + power bottom
body worship
threesome + sex pollen
sex tape + somnophilia
vampire AU
Bonus:
[redacted] -> Cotta/Reynolds
[redacted] -> Jeffrey/Finnley/Peter
[redacted] -> Donatelli/Morales | Cotta/Goodween
[redacted] -> Reynolds/Jeffrey
[redacted] -> Cotta/Goodween | Caroline/Monique
#kink january#kaj rambles#i hope you're all excited#i'm mostly having fun#sorry @ everyone whose prompts i decided not to fill#there were a lot of prompts this year and i'm just one me and also currently clawing my way back out of a depressive episode#i did however deliberately omit the 'kink/boundary negotiation' prompt because uuuuh i have a wip of almost 7k about that#and hopefully it will actually get finished some time early next year#anyway#i'll go back to writing now
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