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I PROMISE I'M NOT DEAD IN FACT I'M COOKING RIGHT NOW I PROMISE (シ_ _)シ THE NEXT THING POSTED WILL EITHER BE THE STALKER AU TAGLIATELLE REQUEST OR THE BODYGUARD AU FROM 2023
I PROMISE I'M NOT DEAD IN FACT I'M COOKING RIGHT NOW I PROMISE (シ_ _)シ THE NEXT THING POSTED WILL EITHER BE THE STALKER AU TAGLIATELLE REQUEST OR THE BODYGUARD AU FROM 2023
"There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue" Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth : you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear.
﹒♡・ take the test
no pressure tags!! @starlynnee @boundinparchment @ruumirmir @nocturnal-goth
I’ll admit, I am partial to your mistakenness for love. You love like a fist, like a knife. So sharp you’re overwhelmed by the sting and so forceful it knocks the air right out of you. Love is not love to you, without danger, risk, obsession. If it does not overwhelm then it feels hollow. If it does not hurt then where is the proof it even existed? You wear scars like a medal of honour. The pain was intense, it hurt, you grit your teeth. But it made you feel oh so.. alive. Unfortunately I must tell you that love is not meant to scorch you. It is meant to warm you. You need a flame, not a bonfire.
﹒♡・ take the test
no pressure tags!! @starlynnee @boundinparchment @ruumirmir @nocturnal-goth
you never said a word, but they knew. you're gentle in your goodbyes. a final glance. a hand squeeze. a subtle smile that simultaneously says more and less than words ever could. you don't have to like endings, but you understand them, and carry them out with grace. they think about your goodbye all the time. it didn't feel real. it felt like love. and that's why it still hurts.
﹒♡・ take the test
no pressure tags!! @starlynnee @boundinparchment @ruumirmir @nocturnal-goth
Kissing away something silly, like powdered sugar on the corner of their mouth
✦ ❝₊˚ atp I'm writing this shit anywhere but the places I should be (¯▿¯) I wrote this on my lunch break. this is actually the most recent request I got but I wanted to write fluff on this day at this time
prompt list ₊ crossposted on ao3
Lazy mornings are a rare occasion in your house spent sleeping off the late nights and mountains of work that come with running an orphanage, most of which falls to you to handle. The hands-on part is yours, your days spent tending bruised knees and petty squabbles over who gets which toy when.
You rise long after the sun for once, half stuck to your pillow and better rested than you ever have been. You have to convince yourself to leave your bed before you finally throw your legs over the edge and brave the chill of the hardwood floors against your bare soles. Standing on your toes to stretch hardly helps, though you don't settle until you hear your joints pop.
You step into the hallway and make your way toward the kitchen, where the telltale clatter of an unruly bowl greets you. You can never mistake the scrape of a wooden spoon against metal.
Arlecchino is in the kitchen, bent over the counter with a handwritten recipe you vividly remember scrawling out, though it must've been years ago that you did. She squints at the delicate strokes, struggling to make sense of something made only for your eyes and to sate the nagging of an acquaintance you can't remember the name of for the secret to your delicious tea cakes.
Arlecchino looks up at the doorway once she notices your footsteps, her eyes barely lingering before she's back to scouring for answers. "Good morning," she says, though it sounds like a mutter marred by her frustrations. You cross the room to her.
"Good morning, Peruere," you reply. To her credit, she seems to have largely gotten the steps quite right, though… "More flour, dear," you suggest gently, gaze falling over her shoulder at the bowl. Your fingers rest against her back as if steadying yourself with only your fingertips. "Looks a bit wet to come together properly."
She's still for a second, then nods. Sounds right to her. You watch as she reaches for the open drawstring bag and spares you a searching glance, wordlessly asking How much?, though you don't immediately answer, instead nodding back as if to respond Go ahead and I'll tell you.
Arlecchino takes a spoon and scoops a generous portion, shaking the flour free from the spoon more gingerly than you imagine she has done much of anything in her life. It falls in a delicate dusting, piling atop the mixture until you tell her to stop after the second spoon and offer to take over mixing.
You let her roll out the first few balls of dough before you join her, slowly working through the batch. You watch the way her technique changes as she watches your hands move, her misshapen lumps of dough slowly reflecting a more practised hand as her confidence with it grows. The kitchen is usually your domain, and you know it in the way her eyes fix on you, studying the circular motion of your hands as they craft perfect little spheres.
"So you wanted tea cakes?" you question as you work. "You could have woken me up."
"No," she quickly responds. "I wanted them, but I thought it would be less demanding of you if I made them than to wake you on your day off."
You nod, unable to help the small smile that sneaks onto your lips. "But you struggled with the recipe," you continue. "I admit it's not my best one…"
You make a mental note to rewrite it for her later, as you can only imagine what led to her confusion in the first place. Your measurements oscillate between exact and guesses you eyeballed as you went, which scrawls the page in a possibly confusing mix of instructions. 'A generous amount' doesn't translate well for someone who has never made it.
Arlecchino sets down the last dough ball, sets the tray of them to bake, and you spend the next ten minutes or so cuddling on the couch, exchanging your usual pleasantries that never seem to grow old. She finds you a pair of socks and slips them on your feet like Prince Charming brandishing Cinderella's glass slipper. She peppers kisses over your knuckles while you allow her to keep your hand held in her own, her nails scraping gently over your skin.
You mould against her like she was made to hold you, cocooned in the crook of her arm around you with your hand as her hostage to warm and squeeze and bathe in her affections. She pulls you closer, though you can get no closer than where you sit with your thigh pressed to hers, short of crawling into her lap.
If you did that, you may never remember to check the tea cakes.
Arlecchino forces herself to part from you as the ticked of the clock finally draws enough of her attention for her to notice the time has passed. She leaves you with another kiss and hastily straightens a blanket over you that she pulled from where it was laid across the back of the couch.
The fabric is rougher than you like and a bit worn, but you nestle beneath it like your protective shield from the cold all the same, your fluffy socks your excuse to stew in it, and a good enough one for your tastes.
You listen to the sounds of her in the kitchen, just shy of your view, where she collects the tray of tea cakes. It's too quiet for a few seconds, and attuned to the sound of noisy children who get up to mischief when they hide beneath silence, you feel a faint unease stir in you. Did something go wrong?
From the other room, you hear her hiss between her teeth.
"Are you alright in there?" you call out to her, propping yourself on your hands in preparation to quickly get up.
"I'm fine," she calls back, though there is no further explanation, as much as that would soothe your nerves. You don't get a chance to ask what happened before you hear her voice again. "Are they dusted with powdered sugar?"
"Rolled in it," you respond. "And be careful, they're hot."
You lie back down and listen to the sounds of her going about the last of the recipe, and it all rings in your head like a soothing lullaby of knowing that she's there, reminded each time she bumps the metal bowl and the spoon circles the edge, or you hear her footsteps few and far between.
Eventually, she reappears in the doorway and returns to your side, where she settles in with you beneath your blanket. Her hands are washed clean, but you notice a smudge of powdered sugar on her cheek where she must've wiped her hand by mistake, no doubt trying to brush her hair out of her face.
You let her get comfortable, her body pressed to yours, her arms coming to rest around you awkwardly before finding comfort in the dips of your form. Her head veers closer, as if to lay against your shoulder, though she stops herself at the last moment.
You reach for her, fingers grasping her chin to turn her face toward you, and then lean forward to press a kiss to the sprinkles of powdered sugar sticking to her skin. You taste the sweetness on your lips, catching specks of sugar as you pull away. You lick the meagre amount away with a swipe of your tongue, lick the pad of your thumb and wipe the rest from her cheek.
"You had something on your face, Peruere," you tell her with a grin.
You peck her cheek with one last fleeting kiss before flopping to the couch with her as your willing prisoner, arms caging her against you. You press her head into your chest, where she listens to the beat of your heart like a drum resounding from your skin into hers. You melt with her against the couch cushions and let her body heat seep into yours, legs entwining alongside your fingers as she squeezes your hand.
"What did you do while you were in the kitchen?" you ask after a moment, finger of your free hand curling around the strands of her hair. "I heard a noise."
"I touched the pan," she says simply. "It was still hot."
In your mind, you wince at the thought, bringing her hand closer to yourself with the lead of your own. You pepper kisses over her fingers just as she had to yours, your lips brushing over her fingertips as if you might heal her with only your might and the will of love. Even so, the faint sting in her skin fades with the softness of your lips.
"All better," you declare. In that instant, it becomes truth. "I can't wait to try your tea cakes."
Arlecchino smiles back at you, a subtle curl of her lips that's followed by her burying her head back against your chest where she practically smothers herself in your scent.
"I hope you like then," she responds, her words muffled but sincere.
2026 begins! and with it, a new round of prompt bingo. thirty-six new prompts, the contents of which I based off what was most popular last time, along with some new stuff, in hopes of giving you the most variety to choose from!! I promise this will be finished before 2029 😭 there is no cut-off date for requests, and I'll be doing my best to fill all of these by the end of the year!!
so, send a character and a number to my ask box, and I’ll do it 🫶 it'll be a 'whenever I get to it' thing, as they'll be in order of me getting inspiration. you can find the list of completed words here
for some extra info, since I got a couple of questions last time
I'm still accepting other requests
you can still make requests from 2023's prompt list, just make sure to specify that they come from the old list!!
specify if you want them separate, because unless they conflict, I’ll default to doing them together
don't worry about repeated characters or repeated prompts with different characters (don't even worry if you request something I've already done but add a twist <3 more fun)
this is intended for genshin characters, but feel free to request ons characters if you like
add anything to the requests you'd like!! these are completely open for your interpretation <3
I made this year's bingo myself, and compiled the list from a bunch of different places!! I'd be more than happy to make a similar list for anyone else who would like one. just dm me either here or on discord 🫶
without further ado- to the list!!
Using their s/o's lips to blot their lipstick
Tykat (někomu) (Czech): to be on first-name terms with someone (literally to use the informal ‘you’)
Twilight AU
Kissing away something silly, like powdered sugar on the corner of their mouth
Amnesia-affected character forgets the terrible things they've done
“I’ll use anyone I need to achieve my goals.”
Royalty AU
Roommates AU
“I’m done pretending this didn’t destroy me.”
Finding unsent love letters meant for them
Travelling to the past, forced to relive their worst memories
Intimacy with others while pining for their soulmate/true love
“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good?”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just mad...”
“You have to promise me something.”
Working with the ex
Fairytale retelling/Fairytale AU
Apocalypse AU
Fall in love with the wrong person
“The gods made us for each other—and cursed us in the same breath.”
“I can't handle the pressure anymore.”
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
Villain saves hero's life
Stalker AU
“You can’t do this to me!”
Enemies to lovers
Overwhelmed by touch
“You want forgiveness? Die, and maybe I’ll consider it.”
Honorable marriage
“Please don’t tell me you’ve given up hope. I’m holding on with everything I have.”
“How dare you speak to me like that!”
Tortured in front of loved ones or friends
Camera
Bickering together as a form of flirting
“Apologise. Right now.”
“You don’t get to walk back into my life acting like nothing happened.”
Using their s/o's lips to blot their lipstick
Tykat (někomu) (Czech): to be on first-name terms with someone (literally to use the informal ‘you’)
Twilight AU
Kissing away something silly, like powdered sugar on the corner of their mouth
Amnesia-affected character forgets the terrible things they've done
“I’ll use anyone I need to achieve my goals.”
Royalty AU
Roommates AU
“I’m done pretending this didn’t destroy me.”
Finding unsent love letters meant for them
Travelling to the past, forced to relive their worst memories
Intimacy with others while pining for their soulmate/true love
“Why are you suddenly coming back into my life after I just started to do good?”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just mad...”
“You have to promise me something.”
Working with the ex
Fairytale retelling/Fairytale AU
Apocalypse AU
Fall in love with the wrong person
“The gods made us for each other—and cursed us in the same breath.”
“I can't handle the pressure anymore.”
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
Villain saves hero's life
Stalker AU
“You can’t do this to me!”
Enemies to lovers
Overwhelmed by touch
“You want forgiveness? Die, and maybe I’ll consider it.”
Honorable marriage
“Please don’t tell me you’ve given up hope. I’m holding on with everything I have.”
“How dare you speak to me like that!”
Tortured in front of loved ones or friends
Camera
Bickering together as a form of flirting
“Apologise. Right now.”
“You don’t get to walk back into my life acting like nothing happened.”
i woke up with an epiphany ,, and i immediately HAD to draw it . i have never drawn an oc (legally, STILL a reader) in my life but OUGH. ITS HE. LOVERBOUY . (sad whiny face bc he rlly dont care abt allthat fatooey stuff ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა)
he was born 2 days ago
(╥﹏╥) theres tears in my eyes ,, aint no way i put this little fella through the loreposting WRINGER .(pantalone you will pay for your crimes)
anyway this is just me indulging in my shameless semi-oc butnotreally- reader's goodboy era before the horrors of character development .
@eluxcastar wake up. You'll never guess who's back in the microwave in the big 2026
Like thirty minutes ago I woke up really suddenly and only now checked my phone to find that you may have actually woken me up with this 😭 I sensed his arrival
but omg IT'S HIM ⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾⁾ HE'S SO CUTE I LOVE HIM I feared he may have been lost to the depths after hearing you had turned a new Dottore leaf but I'm so glad for your epiphany because that's my son!!
now I have to be sad because this poor boy has been through it and he doesn't even know his abcs yet. and part of it was at my hands (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ but I only do it because I love them and want the best for them
