#phrase prompt

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20.5.26

Blooming garden

[anonymous-t-rex]

poem prompts/titles i haven't been able to use but someone should:

-- 05.02.22

evoking beliefs

squirrel bog

about-soul

purple flux

eloquent infamy

shower decor

hundredfold

until onwards

single on

the aether

hall butterfly

weird masculine riddle

lavender dawn

ocean of the mead

stern gravities

concave sea

-- 05.01.22

dishonorable responders

the oceania

whimsy knot room

ticket and fabric bay

north of the ghasts

old squid ready

the electric people

depot of the porter

placid blue

again, mirror

the fortifications and the brainwashing

the epitome of spite

nectars and the vanilla

ruse of opportunity

beloved slight

counter-fortify

nameless carnage

renaissance comrades

apex intent

delightful alchemy

hydrogen clover

maiden and the spectrum

church of mutiny

unique is the veil

cautiously brutal

suite easter suns

opal paranoia

bamboozled

bamboo winds

the humility of fascination

upward tedium

concrete landscapes

barrens of womanhood

glorified innards

the punisher's cinema

oasis of imperfection

[artisticvicu]

Playing with Fire

The lute strings sang under his fingers and the words of some song fell from his lips without him being overly aware of what exactly it was he was performing. The common space was full, though, and there were people singing along or chatting happily with companions and strangers so he figured he was in the clear with paying more attention to the people than his music.

Bodies were constantly moving throughout the space so the figure entering shouldn't have drawn his eye as they had. Many here wore hoods for whatever reason but this figure seemed off to him. None of the other patrons noticed. Heck, the figure cut right through a talking pair and the duo didn't so much as blink at the figure. This way and that the figure weaved and this way and that he tracked their progress till the figure was sitting at the table he had claimed for himself, a pretty metal bowl on the table for tips. It had a decent amount in it. He hoped it was enough to leave him a few gold richer when he paid the owners for putting up with him.

He let the little gaunt end and the room erupted into cheers. He grinned and tucked the lute away as one of the staff came over bearing a tray of food. He hadn't ordered and he certainly hadn't seen his new companion order anything either.

"Well played, minstrel," the young dwarf offered, placing the food on the table. Apparently someone was buying him a meal because he had already eaten what he had paid for a few hours ago. "Seems the room took a liking to ya." As if to solidify the point, a few patrons darted in and dropped a few coins into the bowl. He caught sight of the glint of gold and was humbled as much as he was grateful.

He offered the dwarf a smile. "I have you and yours to thank for that. Let your ma know I'll get the coin separated out and to her before I'm done here."

The dwarf nodded, offering a quick, "Will do," before heading to the kitchen.

He turned to his new companion, arching an eyebrow at them. "Meal from you or a different admirer, Soren?"

The figure smiled, tugging the hood back and away. He belatedly realized the cloak was wet. Must have started raining. "Good to see you too, Verena."

He grinned. "Hey, I didn't order any of this." Soren chuckled, low and deep. Verena's gaze flickered over the other, taking in the changes the years had done. Vey still had a head of red hair, skin still darker than what he remembered of veir father's, but what softness that had been there making the other's lack of gender obvious wasn't there. "Presenting more male nowadays?"

The amusement left Soren's expression and he gained a shrug as an answer. "Makes it easier to get by most of the time."

He frowned, watching as Soren closed off to him. His pulse quickened and for a fleeting moment fear gripped his soul. "Soren." He didn't gain the other's gaze like he had hoped and he reached out, grabbing at their arm. "Soren," he repeated. Those amber brown eyes finally focused on him. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"A lot. Most of it not good."

His heart fell at that. "Ah, Soren." He shook his head, removing his touch. "You should have said no when I reached out."

Soren shook his head in turn. "It's nice remembering what I can of the times before the bad. Besides, it sounded like you really needed the help."

"I would have asked for help elsewhere but when I had heard of what you've been doing, I had hoped you'd come with company."

Another shake no. "We were in the middle of serious business that, in the end, turned to being safer that I came alone. I've got ways to reach out to them if we need assistance or when I'm heading back." Soren fixed him with an accusing look. "It hadn't sounded like it would need much force. We're just going after some kid, yeah?"

"An Aarakocra so age isn't really something we can go off."

"An Aarakocra."

His gaze flickered across the room before he nodded towards a patron not far off. "Winged. Looks more like a bird than a human. The winged human two tables to the left is an Aasimar."

"Hmm." It took a moment for Soren's gaze to return to him. "So we're going after some Aarakocra. Why?"

Verena leaned back in his chair, cup in hand. "I owe Zerros a favor and his wife's family owns this inn. They had sent this Aarakocra - Artemis, if I'm remembering correctly - off on some courier trip but haven't seen a single feather of him since. He's somehow a friend of the family despite him only having been here because of the caravan he was riding with. Caravan leader is a family friend, apparently."

"Why send us in and not the city guard or something?"

Verena arched an eyebrow over the rim of his cup. He let his chair fall back onto four legs as he put the emptier cup down. "You don't know much about the town we're in, do ya?"

Soren arched an eyebrow. "Wouldn't be asking if I did."

Verena grinned. "Town's built on the Black Market," he explained, voice low to the point where Soren was forced to lean closer; "quite literally in some areas. Place is an intense maze of buildings and back alleys despite it's small size. Most things are tall because the surrounding lands are extremely fertile for crops and no one wanted to encroach on the farmlands but the number of people coming and staying kept increasing. So, they built skyward."

"Quite literally how?" Soren asked equally quiet.

"There's some hidden history here but from what I've overheard, there'd been a city in the area. A massive city. Something had happened that came in and not only killed everyone who lived here but also sank the city beneath a good layer of earth. What remains of that city has created a cavern system that's almost like catacombs beneath our feet and it houses a lot of the Black Market for the surrounding areas."

"So we're infiltrating this Black Market and freeing an Aarakocra that, what, looks like an eagle?"

Verena shook his head. "A barn swallow. It's a small blue and copper colored bird with a forked tail. Unusual in these parts from what I've been told. Supposedly Artemis is from the southern continent."

"Hmm." Soren leaned back, crossing his arms. "When do we leave then?"

"Do you need to rest?"

"No. I had camped not too far off so the walk was easy. I'm good to go whenever."

"Cool. Let's finish eating then and I'll go get my things and drop off what I owe to June."

Just over two hours later they found themselves beneath the city. Verena's tail was wrapped tightly around Soren's belt only because Soren had warned him about the high possibility of getting burned holding onto veir wrist. They were standing in the shadows of a tunnel that crossed the one they needed but there were people there talking. Verena crouched closer to the ground as the voices got louder, Soren pulling back to as far as Verena's tail could reach before following suit.

The duo they had been waiting on walked by without even noticing too caught up in their conversation. Verena didn't recognize the language and he didn't ask if Soren did.

Deeper into the maze they went, finding that it wasn't just one level when the floor caved in under Soren's feet. Verena was yanked in after vem. They came across stairs that led another level down.

An unusually warm hand gripped at his tail and he froze, suddenly alert, but the only thing that happened was Soren getting close and whispering into his ear, "Next left. Should lead us somewhere." He frowned back at Soren, who shrugged. "I'm running off of a hunch of what I remember of the upper levels. Just go with it."

Verena raised both eyebrows at that but followed Soren's words. He took the next left and followed it, keeping straight when Soren made no move to correct his direction.

Somewhere was right. Verena found the tunnel ending at a door and the amount of noise coming from beyond it proved Soren's statement lacking. With a quick glance back at his companion, Verena opened the door enough to see.

The room beyond was massive compared to what they had been traveling through. The room itself was two levels high and the noise beyond didn't echo horribly like it should have. Crates, cages, and containers filled the space of varying sizes. Bodies were moving everywhere, whether it was moving freight about or simply walking through. A few bodies were stagnant here and there but attentions were nowhere near the door he and Soren were at.

"Damn," Soren hissed, as Verena closed the door. "Ideas?"

"One. But I don't know how useful it'll be."

"Try me."

He started digging through his pack. "I know a spell, concentration based that I can hold for about ten minutes. Let's me see and hear what's going on around the target. Only," he pulled out a copper tinged down feather and tucked it into his braid for safe keeping before he went back to digging, "I haven't had the chance to get a focus for it yet."

"What kind of focus?"

He looked up at Soren, "A crystal ball or a silver mirror, the expensive kind. Like, at least 1,000 gold pieces expensive kind." He went digging again. "A holy water font would work too but I have neither a font nor that amount of holy water."

A water skin bumped his arm and he stared at it, bewildered, before looking up at Soren again. The other shrugged. "Endless supply of holy water. A gift from a friend blessed by Silvanus and enchanted by the Fae Queen. There's only one other like it and I am to return this to said friend as soon as I'm heading back to my company."

His hands wrapped around the water skin in shock. Standing abruptly, he uncapped the water skin and pressed the opening against the palm of his hand. He flipped the whole thing over and let magic do the rest.

The change in perspective was jarring but he had sight of a small Aarakocra with a coppery toned off white chest, blue feathers rich around the copper red feathers of the face and throat. The stout wings and deep forked tail were black from the underside. He bristled at how the small being was strung out, stout wings flat and open wide against the bars of some cage, tail clamped open. Nothing appeared clipped yet, which was a blessing in its own right, but it was clear there had been some rough treatment already.

He shuddered feeling Soren's hand on his tail and it took him a second to get both sensory inputs to agree. It turned into where his focus went, like one was a window with a scene and the other was the stage performance before him. The sounds stayed. Soren's expression was worried as he met veir gaze. "I'm ok. I can split it, be here and there but I have to focus to see one or the other. The sounds will blend but I can keep quiet. I can move. The spell will follow Artemis if he's moved."

Soren nodded. "What do you see?"

Verena turned his focus back to Artemis and looked around. "Cage with thick bars. I can see through them, see the room beyond. I'm trying to see if there's anything significant in the area I can use to get us there."

The perspective was horrible and even when he moved the spell to the edge of the spell's tether, he still couldn't make anything significant out.

The roar made him jump but it was faint when he came back to Soren, eyes wide as adrenaline shot through him. "Artemis is in a cage close to that sound. We'll have to just run in and head for it. I should recognize the area when we get close enough but I don't have anything else to lead us with."

"Stay close then."

Another roar tore through the space as Soren opened the door. What had been a room of organized and calm action was now utter chaos. There were bodies running all over the place, creatures throwing their voices to the noise of the space, and Verena stumbled after Soren when the other took off at a run. For a moment, his heart leapt into his throat. Someone was bound to stop them.

But Soren was running straight towards the roars, body thrumming with determination so potent, Verena could make it out from behind him and he realized what Soren was doing. No one was going to bother them as long as he followed Soren's silent lead.

He cut the spell when he gained sight of Soren from the cage's perspective. He overtook Soren, coming to the edge of the cage as another roar erupted into the space. They were at the back wall of the large space but there was an open doorway next to Artemis's cage. Beyond it was a short hallway or tunnel that opened into a different space. He could make out the flicker of firelight.

"A dragon," Soren spoke for him. He met Soren's amber brown eyes and the other grinned at him. "No better distraction than their own merchandise. How good are you with locks?"

Verena blinked. "Depends. Am I trying to be stealthy?" Soren gave him a bewildered look and he rushed, "I know a spell - Knock. It's well named as it gives off a very loud knock sound when it unlocks something. I've got enough magic to use it on all of Artemis's bindings and cage but it won't be stealthy."

Another roar drew both their gazes and Verena caught the mischievous grin out of the corner of his eye. "Time it with the roars. We should be fine."

Verena moved into place, asking, "And if the roars stop?"

Soren's right hand ignited. "I can make sure they don't."

Verena sent him a worried look. A roar ripped through the space and he almost missed the chance. The cage door unlocked as a loud knock blended with the roar. Verena's heart was in his throat. "Soren, I don't think that's a good idea. We're already in the pan. No need to go playing with the fire, too."

Soren laughed. "Ren, playing with fire is in my blood. It's who and what I am." Another loud roar, another knock as the lock on Artemis's tail came undone. The Aarakocra didn't even twitch from any of the sounds around him. "Just get the kid to safety."

Soren took off down the hallway at a quick pace. Verena's tail flicked anxiously behind him, waiting. Four- no, five more locks and they could leave. He just hoped Soren could get either long enough roars or the right number for him to get Artemis out of there.

Screams suddenly echoed down the hallway but the bellowed roar was far louder and he managed two locks with the two loud knocks within it. His heart clenched. "Please be careful, Soren," he muttered to himself, hands running over the Aarakocra looking for injuries as he waited for the next roar. "I don't want to exchange your life for his."

Another roar, only one lock.

"It wouldn't be fair."

[poetryprompts]

Write a poem including the phrase "the freedom of the stars".

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P R O M P T   # 1

"You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?" 

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[relmi-llorrac]

Dean/Cas (of course😍) As soon as he walked in he felt the tension. ❤❤❤💋

*Here you go, I hope you like it! I might’ve gotten a bit carried away with this one lol it’s a bit long too. Thanks for the request! I gotta admit I do love a slightly more dominant Cas*

They were almost to the bunker and Sam had been lecturing Dean the entire drive home about finally getting with Cas and dealing with all sexual tension between the two.

After this morning Sam just couldn’t take it, as soon as he walked in he felt the tension.

And oh man, was Sam tired of walking into a room and finding the two checking each other out, and neither of them ever made a fricking move on the other, it was ridiculous so he was going to do something about it.

To each of Sam’s points about Cas totally wanting to jump his bones, Dean responded with denial, quickly shuffling things onto the next topic.

However, when they finally got back, Dean was starting to believe Sammy a bit about the whole situation as Sam had made several good points.

When they got inside Dean went to find Cas to talk to him about a few things. Unfortunately for him Cas had decided to take a shower and wasn’t out yet, so Dean just went to his room to change.

Cas had finished his shower and was about to come out when he heard the boys get home and overheard some of what Sam was telling Dean.

Deciding to make the first move Cas slipped from the bathroom after hearing Sam leave again and Dean had gone to his room, Dean hadn’t seen him yet so he decided to walk right up to him.

Dean was about halfway done when suddenly someone cleared their throat and he jumped, spinning around quickly with his shirt still in hand.

What Dean’s eye fell upon as he turned around was none other than the one he’d been thinking about, the angel himself, Cas. Dean’s mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish as he stared, trying to find his voice.

You see when Dean turned around he had found a dripping wet Castiel, only a towel wrapped loosely so it hung on his hips, leaning against his door frame.

Cas, of course, was checking out shirtless Dean, oh so obviously, as he stood there in the doorway, absolutely loving the combination of the view and the expression on Dean’s face.

“I heard you were looking for me?” Cas said with a smirk, still eyeing Dean up and down.

“I-I… You… Uh… W-w…” was all Dean could mumble back as Cas stood up straighter and crossed his arms, causing the towel to slip a bit lower on his hips.

“What? Like what you see, Winchester?” Cas questioned with a smirk and a light chuckle, taking a step forward.

Dean gulped, he wasn’t prepared for this. Cas had really caught him off guard, seeing him like that, drops of water still running down his body, wet hair all shaggy with littles beads of water remaining that the light hit every so often.

And that damn towel, hanging so low and so loosely, looking like it would come undone and fall to the floor at any second.

Dean couldn’t take this right now, it was too much to process. Too many thoughts were buzzing around his head, too many feelings were breaking free of his hold on them.

Cas laughed again, snapping Dean out of his little trance, as he realized that he hadn’t responded to Cas’s question.

“Dude, why aren’t you wearing clothes?” Dean finally asked as he turned around and yanked his t-shirt on, adding a chuckle which didn’t come out as steady as he’d meant it to.

“Oh come on Dean, you and I both know that this is exactly how you’d prefer me right now” Cas laughed, stepping further into the room. Cas waved his hand and the door closed and locked itself.

Dean whipped around at the sound of the door closing and realized that Cas was now standing directly in front of him. He gulped again as he involuntarily looked Cas up and down once more.

“That’s what I thought, Dean” Cas said, his voice a little rougher than usual, as he licked his lips and stared Dean in the eyes.

Dean couldn’t help the small strangled groan that escaped his lips as Cas practically growled, seeing the tent in Dean’s jeans.

The last coherent thought Dean had that night was about how much of a twist the night had taken, he so hadn’t expected anything close to what happened next.

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Тема № 12

Я больше не могу слышать их голоса. Неважно, как сильно я пытаюсь, я просто не могу вспомнить. Как звучали их голоса, их смех, их плач... Ничего. (Взято у dialouge-prompts )

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11.6.26

Adrift at sea