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Alternative Inktober Promptlist Collection 2020 Edition

This list is by no means exhaustive, it won’t include anything for specific fandoms, and there will definitely be other ones that I’ve missed. Last year’s promptlist collection can be found [here].

Generally Unthemed: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [list 4], [list 5], [list 6], [list 7], [list 8], [list 9], [list 10], [list 11], [list 12], [list 13], [list 14], [list 15], [list 16], [list 17], [list 18], [list 19]

Halloween / Autumnal / Fun Spooky: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [list 4], [list 5], [list 6], [ethereal], [ghosts], [list 9], [list 10]

Horror / Disturbing Spooky: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [unreality], [list 5], [gore], [halloween with some gorey], [eldritch]

Witchy: [list 1], [list 2], [list 3], [both witchy and spooky lists], [list 5], [list 6], [list 7], [tarot]

Other Magical / Fantasy / Myths: [greek myths], [fantasy quests], [fairytales]

Original Character / Character Design: [list 1], [50 prompts], [randomly generated characters], [robots]. [furry, mostly], [various OC themes], [colour palette based demons], [anthropomorphic characters]

Other: [draw your OTP, 3 lists], [memory], [musical theatre], [1 list with several themed sections], [1 relationships + 1 self lists], [fandom in general], [various aesthetics], [item in environments], [adventures], [wild animals], [objects], [colour palettes]

Another OC of mine. Eseiro Kuno

My senior quote

“FLAIR BITCHIN IN THE HOUSE”

THX

Y/n: The stars are beautiful tonight

Thor: indeed

Y/n: You know who else is beautiful?

Thor(blushing): Who?

Y/n: Loki

Loki(emerging from the bushes): HA! I TOLD YOU BROTHER

TODAY IS THE ONLY DAY YOU CAN REBLOG THIS

Loki wallpaper

Btw art is not mine

I just edited it and more stuff

Like or reblog if you’re gonna use it!

Whumptober - 07: Drugged

John Mactavish x reader

A/N: For @bunnyreaper here's the whump version, sorry it took so long, hope you like it <3

Soap knows that something’s wrong the moment you call him. You drunk calling him wasn’t exactly out of the norm, in fact, it was weird if you didn’t spam him with texts and tik toks letting him know how much you loved him. 

His team often sledged him jokingly for how whipped he was for you, but it was that adoration and care that let him know within seconds that you weren’t okay. There was no excited shout of his name, no blaring music that you were drunkenly singing along to and none of your friends were yelling at him for interrupting girl's night. 

There’s just silence, a terribly concerning silence only accentuated by the shuffling of clothes and shuddering breaths. He’s on his feet and crashing into the wall on his quest for the keys in three seconds flat. His shoes aren’t even on properly and he’s already in the car when he finally gets a response to his barrage of questions. 

“Johnny?” Your voice is slurred and confused in a way that has his blood freezing. You very rarely got so sloshed you couldn’t function anymore but Soap knew what you were like even then, and this was not it. 

When the phone connects to the car's Bluetooth he’s throwing his phone into the passenger seat and reversing so quickly the tyres screech in protest. He knows where you are, you were always good at updating him if you moved venues but it doesn’t stop him from double-checking. 

He has to ask the question three times before you eventually confirm that you haven’t gone anywhere, his heart rate increasing frantically with each second that passes and he’s not by your side yet. 

“Johnny? Wh’re you? I think somethin’s wrong. Don’t feel so good.” Your whimpers fill the car and Soap starts to drive even faster, blowing through two red lights and a stop sign with little concern over the inevitable tickets and demerits he’ll get. 

“I know baby. Am almost there, just hold on a little longer.” He commanded as firmly and gently as possible. “Ye in the bathroom? Locked the door?” 

Once again it takes a while for you to understand and respond to his question but when you do he allows himself to relax a little. He tries to ascertain where your friend has gone and not for the first time he wants to kill her when you tell him you have no idea where she’s gone. 

“Johnny?” you call for him a few more times as if forgetting you’ve already gotten on the line.

He throws the car into park when he arrives, not bothering with the handbrake and not caring that he’s just stopped in the middle of the road. Cars are honking and people are yelling but he doesn’t give a single fuck, his mind is on a one-track mission. 

He’s even left his phone on the seat in his haste and the door open. Undoubtedly, you’ll yell at him when he relays the details later but he’s willing to cop all of your anger if it means he gets to you in time. 

He runs past the bouncer, outpacing the shouting man and ducking past various security members as he beelines towards the bathroom. Vaguely he recognises that he’s being chased but it doesn’t matter because he makes it to the ladies' bathroom well before they catch up.

It doesn’t even register that the bathroom door isn’t locked like you’d said it was when he bursts into the grimy space because his attention and fury are quickly dragged elsewhere. Namely to the motherfucker that was sticking his hand down your pants as you sobbed and tried to get away with your body’s sluggish movement. 

He’s letting out a furious roar and when the man turns with wide eyes at the commotion behind him Johnny’s fist smacks into his nose with a sickening crack that sends him stumbling backwards bleeding and onto the tile floor. 

It’s only the fact that your legs give out without someone supporting you that stops him from beating the man to death as he grabs you and pulls you against him. 

You’re so out of it that you protest, pushing against his chest as you cry because you don’t recognise him straight away. 

It takes a bit of cajoling and pressing soft kisses into your hairline before you recognise him but when you do you completely devolve into a crying, sobbing mess, collapsing against him even further as you finally allow yourself to feel all of the overwhelming panic you’d been trying to hold off. 

Security’s caught up and the commotion they make as they barge into the bathroom sets you off even further and Soap simply shoots them a heated glare before shouldering past them with you safe in his arms. 

Perhaps miraculously, both the car and his phone are still where he’d left him and Johnny gently deposits you in the passenger seat, clipping your seatbelt in. His heart shatters a little further when you start to beg him not to leave you. 

“M not leaving ye bonnie, just need to get myself strapped in.”

“Promise?” you sound so small and Soap is now certain that once you’re safe and looked after he’d going to hunt down the scumbag that dared lay a finger on you. For now though, 

“I promise love.” When he slips into the driver's seat you’re reaching blearily for his hand immediately and he takes it just as quickly, pulling away and driving far slower than he’d gone to get to you. 

“I promise.” The words are so soft that they’re more for himself than you. They’re an oath that he’ll keep even if it kills him.

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