#pride prompts

[shadowpupartz]

Kinger is very supportive of his new daughter UwU

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[mads-the-dog]

Another idea for the pride prompts:

A group of close friends (or maybe a polycule) go out to celebrate pride together. They have a long and fun day planed but one of them is starting to kind of annoy the others. Maybe they're late and hold everyone up, they forgot half their stuff and need to borrow everything and keep wandering of so the other have to look for them. When the irresponsible friend starts to get desperate for a pee at the parade after everyone else *just* went at the cafe they were having brunch at, no one has any sympathy left. They get hit with the: "if you're gonna akt like a spoiled toddler we might as well treat you like one". And thus a humilliating day in pullups begins for the official baby of the friendgroup.

Not to Plan

"Seriously? You have to go now? We were just at the restaurant! Why didn't you just go like the rest of us?"

I wince as Sam's voice cuts through the air. My non-binary friend--the one who carefully planned and scheduled this whole day--is clearly pissed.

Mitchel and his partner Steve are looking at me with similar frustration.

Today was supposed to be fun.

Meet up at the park in our Pride best.

Grab brunch (and bottomless mimosas) together at our favorite little bakery.

And then join the Pride Parade together, enjoying in the revelry and celebration of being allowed to be who we are, out in the open, together.

Unfortunately, thanks to me, that plan had been slowly falling to pieces.

"It's not my fault! I didn't have to go back there!'" I whine back to Sam, who crosses her arms and rolls their eyes.

"Really? Like it wasn't your fault you were late to the park because 'your alarm didn't go off,'" they chirp back, "Or that it took so long to get our food because there were just 'too many options'?"

I stomp my foot like a petulant child at Sam's response.

Sure, those things were kind of my fault, but, they shouldn't be throwing them back in my face like this.

"Saaaam! Those weren't my fault! Just like me having to pee now! Just help me find a bathroom! Please!"

Sam rolls their eyes again, grabbing my hand, as she looks back at Mitchell and Steve. The roaring of the crowd at the start of the parade picks up, reminding me of how, once again, I am throwing off my friends' plans.

"Can you two stay here while I help her find the 'potty?' I promise we'll be right back."

The two men chuckle as they wave Sam and I off.

"Don't worry, Sam. We can wait, while you take care of the baby!" Steve laughs, as I glare at him indignantly.

"Stop!" I whine again, only to be dragged behind my friend towards a line of port-a-potties.

Despite the rapidly growing pressure in my bladder, I hesitate as my friend tries to drag me into the handicapped stall.

"Sam, no! Those are disgusting. Can't we find a real bathroom?"

The glare I get from my friend is almost palpable.

I shy back from their stare.

"No, we can't, 'find a real bathroom!' We don't have time before the parade, or, judging by the little potty dance you're doing, time to find one before you wet your panties. I won't have your childish behavior ruining this day any more!"

I jump as Sam smacks my backside, herding me into the empty stall with them.

"Piss," Sam demands as she closes the door behind us.

I growl at her.

"No! Not with you in here!"

Sam glowers.

"Sweetie, you lost solo potty privileges when you didn't go when I told you at the bakery. Now piss. And pull your panties off while you're at it. You won't be needing those for the rest of the day."

They hold their hand out, waiting for me to comply.

I look at her hand, then her face, then rub my ass.

"That's right," she smirks, "You know what happens when you don't listen to Nanny Sam."

A shiver of fear runs through me, as the memory of a drunken confession I made to Sam months ago flashes through my head.

Sam sees the concern on my face.

"That's right, baby. Nanny Sam," my friend continues, "When you told me about your little fantasy, I thought it was silly. You're usually so put together."

They reach into their bag, pulling out a large, pink, rectangular object and holding it up to me.

"But, I started carrying this around, just in case one day I would need it. Just in case your... what did you call it? That's right... Your little side started peeking out."

I feel my heart drop to my ankles. Panic and excitement war inside of me at the sight of the pull-up in my friend's hand.

"And, today, I'm glad I have it. Now sit, piss, and hand me your panties. Nanny Sam is in charge now."

I tremble, but do as I am told, using the potty and sliding my underwear off at the direction of my friend.

In a moment, they are wiping me, before pulling the childish, poofy garment up between my thighs.

I can't stop blushing.

Fear, humiliation, arousal, and excitement are warring inside of me.

I lift up my skirt, poking at my pull-up, as Sam inspects their work.

Nothing is going to plan today, I reflect as the glorified diaper crinkles under my touch, and maybe, just maybe, Sam is right.

This all really is my fault.

[kaisources]

⋆.ೃ࿔🏳️‍🌈*:･ YOU'RE MY ONLY, I'M YOUR ONLY . . . a collection of QUEER PRIDE FILMS based on queer films for pride month. genre: queer, romance, slice-of-life, sexual awakening, gender awakening.

[Name], you look so pretty. I love your dress.

She's no good for you.

Don't be mad. It was for fun.

You'll have all your life to talk to [him/her/them].

I've got lots to do, the house is a mess.

Are you bringing it tomorrow?

[Name], I'm back with the groceries!

What's with all the shouting?

Don't give me all the bad ones!

You're not going for a smoke?

How was I supposed to know, [name]?

Hey, thanks, I'll give it back later.

What are you taking about? You have everything you need!

It's not about food! You always do this!

What's the rush? It's not even 7 yet.

Shall we go for a smoke? This is so boring.

I can't smoke at home.

They don't let you smoke, but you can get engaged?

You don't have a boyfriend?

You're not ugly. But you have a bad attitude?

I'm studying to be a [profession]. So, I don't have to depend on anyone.

Why don't you go to school?

You got a problem with that?

Calm down, don't get riled up.

You are the most beautiful in this life.

It's not fair. I've been doing stuff all day.

Come here, I want to talk to you.

I still think it's unfair.

I'll put some blush on you. You look pale.

I just want it to go smoothly.

What brings you here?

I can't walk in these heels, [name]!

I can't imagine how you'll look on your wedding day!

Are you coming for a walk around the market?

So, how was it? Did you have fun?

I've been looking for you so you'd tell me.

My friends are outside and I'm here like a dork.

Are you sure you want to be a [profession]?

They say she's a bit weird. I like her, she's different.

You have the guts to get out of here.

If you need anything, you know you can count on me.

Are you jerking me around?

It's late, my dad will yell at me. I'm going, okay?

Come on! I want to show you something.

What do you want me to see?

That's pretty! It's beautiful.

We're running low. They won't last forever.

What's this? Was it you?

Everyone saw it and why draw hearts?

Hearts are for people in love!

What's wrong with you?

Come here. What is it?

Did something happen at school?

I hate being a woman, it just means having kids, a husband, a house to clean... that's my mother's life. I don't want it.

You can do what you want, [name].

Forget it, nothing happened to me.

The most beautiful person told me I make her sick.

Life's going too far, it's not like before.

Don't worry, if you're broke, i've got your back.

That's up to me too. Don't change the subject.

What? Are you jealous?

Don't disrespect me. Not you or anyone else.

I don't want to go, [name].

Cut the crap, I'm sick of it. You're always the same.

Are you mad at me?

You have to understand, you and I are different.

We have to be friends. But just friends, no more.

I think you're the one with the wrong idea.

Don't get mad, I'm curious.

Don't call me that, [name]!

But tell me… have you had a girlfriend?

But you have kissed a girl.

Tell me, if you've never kissed a girl, how do you know you like them?

If you've never kissed a girl, how do you know you don't?

I didn't feel anything. It was a shitty kiss.

It was a shitty kiss because you kissed me.

Wait, I want to join in.

The other day I was with [name] and we made out.

Why tell me all that stuff like that?

We're friends. Friends tell each other stuff.

You're pissed off that I'm happy? You and I are different!

Wasn't it just a game? All that was just a game to you?

The other day, I dreamt we lived by the sea. By the sea, no more no less.

I've never seen it. The sea.

We're here. Now tell me why we're here.

One day we'll get on one of those.

I'm really scared. It's so scary!

Hold my hand, I can't swim. I'll drown.

Trust me. Do you trust me?

I'll let go and it'll be like you're floating.

I'm so glad we've become such good friends.

Are you sure you'll sleep okay in that little bed?

Watch your mouth or I'll pop you.

Can you imagine if we fell asleep like this?

Answer me, please. See you in our hideout?

What do I tell my dad? My family? Everyone?

You're not leaving me. I'm leaving you!

What are we going to do?

We'll just keep on loving each other.

I only know that I want to be with you.

I wrote you a letter. A love letter.

Now I only wonder what you'll do without me, if you'll be happy, while all I think about is that I miss you.

I don't know if you realize that I'm telling you I love you.

I don't care that you're a girl. I like you enough to marry you, if I could.

I feel so much warmth in my heart. I love you.

Should I marry someone I don't love? Do you only care about money?

Don't you see you could get in big trouble over this?

Talk to me, please, I'm begging you.

But why is it a sin? It's how I feel.

How can you feel love?

I can't tell you it's a lie.

I'm ashamed, but I need to talk to you. It's a girl thing.

Is feeling love a sin?

What's wrong? Is everything alright?

I swear on my life that nothing will happen to you.

Let's go, my love.

[magicalmonthlyprompts]

🏳️‍🌈 Fandom Pride Parade 2026 🏳️‍🌈

We are back with our multi-fandom pride event! The Fandom Pride Parade is a series of prompts based off of Baker and Segerblom’s original flag that debuted at the Gay Freedom Day Parade in SF in 1978. 

This year’s theme is "Trust".

Day 1: Hot Pink Meaning: Sex  Prompt: Partner

Day 2: Red Meaning: Life  Prompt: Parent

Day 3: Orange Meaning: Healing Prompt: Friend

Day 4: Yellow Meaning: Sunlight  Prompt: Sibling

Day 5: Green Meaning: Nature  Prompt: Neighbour

Day 6: Turquoise Meaning: Magic and Art  Prompt: Colleague

Day 7: Indigo Meaning: Serenity  Prompt:  Stranger

Day 8: Violet Meaning: Spirit  Prompt: Self

Any fandom is welcome, but please remember that all NSFW ships, both background and foreground, should only involve characters that are 18+. 

Don’t forget to use “fandom pride parade” in your tags, and post it to the Fandom Pride Parade Collection (FandomPrideParade2026) on Ao3. Let your rainbow flag wave and unleash your creativity!

Create the rainbow!

[cullenromancers]

🌈 Happy Pride 🌈

Happy Pride Month, Cullen Romancers! Pride is all year round, but to celebrate during June, we've put together a list of pride specific prompts for you to use!

Canon x canon, canon x OC, or platonic relationships, pride comes in all forms and we want to toast them all!

If you have old works or new works that fit any of the prompts, feel free to tag the @cullenromancers tumblr—we will be reblogging pride posts all month long!

[0rdinaryth1ngs]

for pride month im debating writing a short willmack oneshot a day… and maybe making them lesbians like every second day… thoughts? and would anyone have any good like 30 day prompt lists?!

[fromthemouthofkings]

Lord of the Rings - Teeth!

In Rohan, there was a piece of wisdom passed from mother to daughter out of the elder days in the East: If you wed with a wolf, you bed with his teeth.

Eowyn wed with a gentle man who loved gentleness. For all his strength of arm, he touched her reverently, like she was the first tender leaves of Spring unfurling after a hard frost.

She was teaching him the songs of Rohan for him to eagerly record. They were all full of sunlight and brotherhood, hoofbeats and the sound of spears and the wind and the rolling green. Singing them made her sad, sometimes, though she couldn’t quite say why.

She sat quietly in the garden, looking at her bed of chamomile, yarrow, kingsfoil, ginger.

Farmir draped her starry mantle around her and sat beside her for a long time in silence. At last he asked her, “Do you miss home?”

“No,” she answered honestly. She loved Ithilien. She loved the cliffs and the white rocks and the windy highlands. She loved being the mistress of her own estate. She loved that Faramir sat silently and allowed her to gather her thoughts, that he never pressed or prodded or would that she give him anything but of her own will. “I miss…” she missed the smell of blood and sword oil and the bright flash of metal. She missed the righteous burn in her body when it obeyed her commands. She missed the bulk of her armor. “I miss sword-work. May I come and watch you at the practice fields tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he said, surprised but open.

Faramir drilled cleanly and well, moving over the white, packed-down earth with delicate control. Even from the fence, Eowyn could see the in-turned look on his face, his steady hands, and knew that his sword would not falter for a moment. He was beautiful. She wanted him…she wanted…she wanted…

There were swords and helms and spare pieces of armor in the shed beside the practice field. Dernhelm found a sword that was a good span for his height and well-balanced. He buckled on a breastplate, feeling the comforting weight of it settle over his chest and smooth out the curves there. He walked out onto the field, and his bright sword bit into the morning.

“Spar?”

Faramir looked at him for a moment, then nodded, falling back and waiting for Dernhelm to make the first move.

Dernhelm lunged at him. Faramir met him neatly. Sword sang against sword, and Dernhelm’s body sang of sunlight and brotherhood, of hoofbeats and the sound of spears and the wind and the rolling green.

He led the dance until Faramir faltered, stepping back onto the wrong foot, then he forced him down onto one knee.

Faramir looked up at him, the wind pushing locks of his hair all wild, his mouth slightly open and his grey eyes like stars.

Dernhelm stood over him, breathing hard, his blade pointed straight at his heart. “If you wed with a wolf…” he said.

Faramir smiled reverently. “Come, my white wolf. Let me taste your teeth.”

Pride Prompts

[sillyfaggotboy]

Walden loves his boyfriend :3

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