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♡ PROMPT GENERATOR

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satoshi hojo | higurashi no naku koro ni

[headpatted]

1. person a and person b sharing ice cream/cake/a dessert.
2. person b pressing their forehead against person a's forehead to check if they have a fever.
3. person b smiling shyly, cheeks tinging pink, because they were caught staring at person a.
4. person a touching person b as a show of affection/reassurance.
5. bring your own!

rin sohma | fruits basket | m/f

[bitless]

1. person b helping person a with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it’s obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining.

2. person b gets a call from person a in the middle of the night.

3. Person b stroking Person a's hair.

4. person b keeps asking weird/strange existential (or otherwise way too deep for 1am) questions and person a only wants to go to sleep.

5. person a and person b living together for the first time.

or suggest your own!

junpei tenmyouji | zero escape | m/f

[grumpei]

1. person b and person a adopting a pet, and arguing over potential names.

2. person b and person a sharing a bath.

3. person b telling really dumb or corny jokes to person a, thinking they are so clever and funny. person a just thinks person b is adorable for thinking the jokes are funny.

4. person a tries convincing person b to run away with them to an undisclosed location.

5. person a and person b drowning in oversized sweaters during chilly days.

or suggest your own!

rinoa heartilly | ffviii | m/f

[merlebleu]

1. person b drags person a into the freezing cold to make a snowman.

2. person a and person b hanging out in a garden/field of wildflowers and making flower crowns for each other.

3. person a and person b enjoying a night of stargazing. Things are going well and they start to kiss/make out when a storm hits. Instead of seeking shelter from the rain, they make love under the night sky, not caring if they're drenched, just caught up in the moment of passion itself.

4. person a waking up in the middle of the night to find person b still working. person a has to drag person b back to bed.

5. person a has a fever. person b takes care of them and lovingly runs their fingers through person a's sweaty hair.

or suggest your own!

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II - OTA20+

[unshakencowboah]

[Can also be combined with a few favored scenarios like pet person AU, werebear!Arthur, and modern AU. Feel free to PM to discuss prompts of your own too!]

1. Your Character and Arthur watching a horror movie. Your Character can't sleep that night and Arthur comforts them in a cuddle.

2. Your Character dressed up as a sexy cop for Halloween and Arthur keeps surrendering to Your Character by saying 'I've been very bad, you should arrest me.'

3. Your Character offers Arthur a place to stay.

4. Your Character and Arthur's first holiday season together.

5. Your Character and Arthur going swimming together. (forever bonus hilarity if its John)

as discussed - let me know if I should change anything

[hobblepot]

[The dust settles and the slow passage of time sees the bridges to the mainland rebuilt and Gotham clawing its way back from the brink of collapse, inch by inch. Survivors step out into the light of day, reclaiming streets and parks. Hospitals and grocery stores restock and businesses reopen their doors, the Iceberg Lounge among them. And at some point, almost a year after Bane and his army threatened to destroy what was left of a city devastated by hunger and neglect, Oswald wakes up one morning to the sense that everything is as close to okay as it has been in a long time.

But Edward Nygma never comes back.

Some part of him keeps waiting, holding on. And every day Olga comes in to clean, Oswald still has her throw open the curtains and dust and change the sheets in the room Ed would have occupied, if Oswald had the chance to ask him to stay. As if Ed might surprise him someday, climbing out of his grave and standing at his doorstep in a fresh, spotless suit, grinning like a man who pulled the greatest stunt of his life.

All that's left of his best friend are a few boxes slowly gathering dust in a closet he can't bring himself to open, and memories, so many memories that haunt the Van Dahl manor and fill every empty space. Oswald goes to bed to the sound of silence and wakes up to the same thing, week after weekm until he can't anymore. Until he turns to Arthur after a long day and another near-death incident, and offers him a place under his roof, framing it as an arrangement of mutual convenience. No travel times involved for Arthur, and round-the-clock protection for him. It's the smart thing to do, he tells himself, when there is no one else left that he can still trust with his life.

But that trust isn't enough to keep him from poking about Arthur's room when he's away. To be fair, it isn't Oswald's intention to snoop, at first; the idea was to see how Arthur is settling in and to thank him, again, for pushing him out of the way of a bullet a second time. But a notebook on the desk catches his eye moments before he turns away, and he limps to it, leafing through it.

Arthur, the artist. Oswald almost laughs.

The last thing he expected is this man, with hands made for blackening eyes and cracking ribs, to wield a pencil with such sensitivity and talent. It's a little charming; he'll give it that. But not a skill that serves him in any way. And he's about to close the book, when he turns the page and finds his own face gazing back at him.

His breath stills.

There's another sketch of him on the opposite page, and another on the one after that.

Still him. Morning coat and waistcoat and cravat. Even his tie pin, his cufflinks.

They're very different portraits. Different angles, different hairstyles. But they all have an honesty to them that makes his throat ache for reasons he doesn't understand. No attempt made to tweak the sharp slope of his nose or to soften the creases around his eye, his mouth.

He's turned to one side in the last sketch. Staring into empty space that hasn't been filled yet, with a sort of vague sadness in his eye that's suddenly hard to look at.

Oswald shuts the book on it.]

[unshakencowboah]

Arthur had to admit, he hadn't seen himself working as a bodyguard when he came to Gotham but he also wasn't much ready for what a crime haven it seemed to be. The gang settled into an abandoned building with great ease. He much preferred the country, the wide open sky and such, and damn if he missed riding, but this was where the money was, and money was what the gang needed.

He'd met Oswald by chance, twitchy little fellow who'd gotten in trouble with a brute even bigger than himself but Arthur knew how to fight and eventually knocked the guy out.

Oswald must have seen something in him because next thing he knew he was being hired as personal bodyguard. Typically not a job he wanted because it was usually a long term sort of job, but the money he was offering was great and, after a discussion with Dutch, decided he'd take the job.

His employer he discovers is a strange man, but okay to spend time with and he finds himself sketching the guy more than a few times. Entries in the leather-bound journal regarding him after a basic sum up of their meeting were mostly just things he picked up on.

'The guy seems to be in mourning or something, can't put my finger on it. Don't really want to ask but it hovers about him like a dark cloud. If I pry I fear I might get struck by lightning.'

The latest entry reading, 'Can't get over how gloomy the Van Dahl mansion is, but the open air of the grounds has me in better spirits than the couple weeks I was at the gang hideout. I hate the city. Oswald is quite the character, he knows how to negotiate a deal as good as Hosea but only has about half of his flair. Then again, that's Hosea, ever the theatric man. Oswald seems to be okay with me. Nearly got shot again because his front guards didn't do a good enough job searching our visitors. Had words with them after the deal was done. Going to search people myself now. As for Oswald had to tackle him out of the chair he was in. Sorta awkward, laying there on the floor. Ain't sure what I'm feeling towards him.'

Arthur was just coming back from checking in with security when he spotted his door was open. He knew he'd left that closed. Frowning, he drew his knife and approached, quiet as a cat despite his size, and peered in, relaxing as he recognized Oswald.

"Thought you was an intruder." he said with a sigh, sheathing his knife in his belt.

[hobblepot]

He swings his head up, turning sharply from Arthur's desk. By the time the glint of the knife catches his eye, it's already being tucked away - not that that does much to calm his racing heartbeat. He should be annoyed, some part of him realizes. But he just blinks at him as if he's struggling to place a name to his face.

"Arthur...!" A smile quirks his lips: pale, delayed. "My apologies; I didn't mean to startle you. ...after the day we've had, a jump scare is really the last thing either of us need."

Oswald shifts his weight, expectant. His mouth opens, presses shut, then opens again.

"You seem to be settling in quite nicely." He tries, gesturing vaguely. "I'm glad to see it. The help is in every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at eight o'clock, and you can rest assured that your room will be kept in tip-top shape. I want you to be comfortable here. Mi casa es su casa, yes?"

[unshakencowboah]

"You're the one snoopin' in my room" he pointed out, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms across his broad chest.

"And don't call them 'the help'." he grunted sharply, "They're housekeepin'. And they don't need to clean up in here its fine. Don't much like being waited on."

His blue eyes landed on his journal on the desk but he didn't mention it. Had Oswald been reading it?

"You okay? Knocked you over pretty good" he chuckled dryly. "But I suppose a bump on the head is better than a bullet to the gut."

[hobblepot]

He rears his head back, taken aback. Something twists in his gut. This isn't how it's supposed to go at all; Arthur should be thanking him. Should be more grateful at the thought of being served, and living well on someone's dime.

"Fine --" Oswald answers hotly, showing his palms in surrender. "And I wasn't snooping, all right? I was merely looking to see how you were doing and thought I would find you here. Clearly, I was wrong."

Sighing, he lets a hand drop, scrubbing his face with the other for a moment. He can feel where the strap of his eye patch has sliced a faint red line across his forehead. "...From first-hand experience, I can attest that just about anything is an improvement over taking a bullet to the gut. Twice was enough."

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

[made_of_stars]

[ooc; feel free to share your own or choose from a short selection below:

1: Person B waking Person A up with gentle kisses.
2: Person A cuddles Person B.
3: Person B lightly kissing Person A on top of a freshly formed bruise.
4: Person B smiling shyly, cheeks tinging pink, because they were caught staring at Person A.
5: Person B leaning close to whisper something dirty to Person A.]

cassian andor || rogue one || ota

[rebellionbuilt]

[ooc; feel free to share your own or choose from a short selection below:

1: Person A falling asleep in `Person B's lap. `Person B holds Person A close and doesn't move from their spot for hours.
2: Person B is jealous over someone else showing interest in Person A.
3: Person B and Person A sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.
4: Person B has never seen Person A in a tuxedo/ball gown before.
5: Person A and Person B pressing their faces together sleepily, not even kissing, just resting their foreheads together, noses brushing, breathing each other in.]

rey || star wars || ota

[see_the_stars]

[ooc; feel free to share your own or choose from a short selection below:

1: Person A and Person B in the shower together, purely enjoying the company of each other.
2: Person A treating Person B's injury.
3: Person B brushes a thumb over Person A's cheek.
4: Person A is scared of the thunder and Person B tries to calm them down during an particularly heavy storm.
5: Person A has a fever. Person B takes care of them and lovingly runs their fingers through Person A's sweaty hair.]

ben solo || star wars || ota

[in_the_grey]

[ooc; feel free to share your own or choose from a short selection below:

1: Person B holding a sobbing Person A. Person A cries themselves to sleep with their face buried into Person B.
2: Person A: I'm brushing your hair, it's a mess.
3: Person A: Your skin is so soft...
4: Person B buying Person A something unrequested because it made Person B think of them.
5: Person B reading in bed while Person A rests their head on Person B's shoulder, sleeping.]

bodhi rook || rogue one || ota

[bravenough]

[ooc; feel free to share your own or choose from a short selection below:

1: Person B telling really dumb or corny jokes to Person A, thinking they are so clever and funny. Person A just thinks Person B is adorable for thinking the jokes are funny.
2: Person A picks a flower for Person B.
3: Person B and Person A sharing soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless.
4: Person A and Person B accidentally married.
5: Person A and Person B cuddling under the stars.]

haruka nanase | free!

[natant]

1. persona a and person b recreating their first kiss.
2. person a: Your nose gets so pink during winter...I have to kiss it.
3. person a doesn't like talking on the phone, but person b always calls them instead of texting. person b admits that it's because they want to hear person a's voice.
4. person b: I’ve got you now.

Wen Kexing | Word of Honor

[philanthropists]

[ 1. person b holding person a's hands when they are shaking.
2. person a and person b spending the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.
3. person a has a fever. person b takes care of them and lovingly runs their fingers through person a's sweaty hair.
4. person a telling person b a dumb joke just to see their smile.

I prefer early canon or AU to avoid spoilers! ]

Thor | mcu

[aflotta]

1. [person b] hurt their ankle and is laid up with a cast and crutches. [person a] is sitting next to them, doodling little hearts on their cast to cheer them up.
2. [person a] and [person b] at a late-night gathering after everyone else has gone home, dancing in the moonlight.
3. [person a] hogs all the blankets and [person b] gets cold so they cling tightly to [person a] for warmth.
4. [person a] and [person b] spending the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.
5. [person a] waking up in the middle of the night to find [person b] still working. [person a] has to drag [person b] back to bed.

[protectoroftheskies]

[How about 4? Either early in Endgame or a random meetup post-Endgame?]

[aflotta]

( 4 is excellent, and I think post-Endgame would be really interesting for them! Thor out wandering the universe would make for a good surprise reunion.

[protectoroftheskies]

[Awesome! Let me know if you want anything changed. Feel free to change tense/to brackets if you have a preference.]

Answering a distress call was nothing new for Carol. When one came in from the planet Oorga about a band of Kree soldiers terrorizing the civilians, she rushed over. Carol had taken care of about half of them when others started arriving. Among them, a fellow Avenger. (Fellow former Avenger? They never quite settled on anything before they all went their separate ways...)

It was funny. Carol had been out here in the universe for decades and never met any of the other Avengers or Guardians until Nick Fury used the emergency pager. And now she's meeting one far away from Earth. She had liked Thor when they first met, but it was clear he was completely racked with guilt and grief. He seems a little better now, out here on different planets and helping people.

With many of these missions there was plenty of diplomacy and discussions once the battle was over. Carol hated these and tried to leave as soon as she could, but this time she hesitated. It was nice to see a familiar face. So after cleaning up and eating, Carol and Thor strolled out past the boundaries of the main city where they found a large hill with a clear view of the stars above.

"It really is good to see you," Carol said as she stretched out on the grass to get a better view.

it's a wonderful start, I apologize for my delay!

[aflotta]

[ In all the wide universe Thor had never imagined he would run into a familiar face so far away from Midgard. He was doing a little better now, his grooming well kept again and physique back to something near when they first met, but to say this chance meeting was uplifting would have been an understatement. The Thunderer fought with such energy when he joined the fray that he was smiling long after it ended, even as they all went to collect their reward.

A diplomatic process he was also familiar with, telling by his courteous smiles and tone. The talk goes quickly despite all the Guardian wrangling required of him through it, something else he also seems familiar with now. And once everything was handled, once the Guardians started to make their own night out on the town, Thor didn’t need to be asked twice to spend a little time with a friend from work. Ex-work. From home?

A friend all the same—one he was happy to see.

Sat up, the chuckle that leaves Thor when he turns to see Carol stretch in time is gentle. ] You as well. [ Unhooking his arms from his knees he leans back to rest on the hill completely, exhaling as he settles and looks back to the sky. ] It was invigorating to fight beside you again.

And I apologize for mine!

[protectoroftheskies]

[Even though she lives among the stars, Carol always tries to find an opportunity to just look at them. It's a calming, pleasant sight and it reminds her of when she was a kid, looking up at the stars and dreaming about touching one someday. Younger her would've never believed what was waiting for her.]

Likewise. [she replies, tipping her head to the side to look at him. While she may have an edge on him in the pure strength category, she can admit to herself that he has a skill with lightning that she just doesn't with her photons. Yet. It's hard not to be awed when he's on the battlefield in earnest.]

How have you been? It looks like traveling with the Guardians is treating you well.

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

[ooc: Bring your own prompts or choose below!

1: Person B: I don’t want to be alone right now.
2: Person B is a prince/princess supposed to inherent the throne but really they'd rather own a tiny bakery with Person A.
3: Person B and Person A sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.
4: Mermaid AU.
5: Person A and Person B at a late-night gathering after everyone else has gone home, dancing in the moonlight.
6: Person B confessing their feelings to Person A.]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

[ooc: Bring your own prompts or choose below!

1: Person A and Person B resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep.
2: Person A and Person B remembering their first kiss… and they have very different takes on it.
3: Person B writing a message in the bottle which reaches Person A.
4: Person A treating Person B's injury.
5: Person B interlaces their fingers with Person A.
6: Person A and Person B's child coming to sleep with them after having a bad dream.]