#anon idea

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Idea anon: A yandere Omega whos a childhood friend. You grow up dealing with this overly affectionate best friend who steals all your clothes, scents you, and constantly talks about how you two are going to get married and have kids. Except, your a beta and also kinda uninterested in the whole "kids" thing, so it just wouldn't work out.

Omega decides "screw that" and starts forcing you to transistion to an Alpha- Drugs, hormones, stimulants, the whole nine yards. You don't even realize it until you wake up to them administering a hormone shot when you had been sleeping. By then, its too late.

Everytime you try to reject them or argue, they just release Horny Omega Pheremones(tm) and not having that lifetime of self restraint that most Alphas do means that your pining them down and fucking until you pass out. It doesn't help that they have more stamina, too, so they can outlast any amount of your rage sex.

They're pregnant by their first heat, and the hormones make them completely insaitiable. You know no peace and have given up by your first rut. Not in love, just kinda hiving up and letting Oemga do whatever.

Bonus if the kids are just as obsessed with you (minus incest, of course.) and you just can't bring yourself to earnestly love them. Crying when they say they love you, horrible at remembering names and birthdays, not giving them affections. You keep them alive, and thats it. All you can see when you look at them is the person who ruined your life.

Wow.

Anon your brain is beautiful.

You should really write this.

[whumpberry-cookie]

Imagine a whumpee who is still recovering from being sick, and they get pressured into coming to caretakers house to help them with something. they end up getting more sick because caretaker didnt fully absorb the fact that whumpee wasnt better

Ahh the guilt!! I love it!

I'm wondering if it's Caretaker who asked them for help or side characters that are concerned for Caretaker?

Either way I'd love to imagine Caretaker pampering the heck out of Whumpee to make them up for their work. And taking care of them to help them recover.

Cook yummy soups for them. Check their temperature. And apologise over and over and explaining they didn't know Whumpee wasn't feeling well.

Ahh, very nice idea! Thank you, Cool Bat Anon!

[recreationalfanfics]

Your platonic Shay fic just gave me an origin for the reader idea. Just felt like sharing it, what if the reader found a little haven for the assassins raising kids and snuck into the kitchens to steal food right? And then when they grabbed something they ran out the door and Shay caught them by the arm. The assassins recognize them to already show some potential with sneaking in and out, so instead of punishing them for stealing they give them a home. If Shay never caught them, they wouldn’t have ever gotten into the assassin life.

OOOH, WHILE I DO LOVE THAT IDEA, I do kinda already have a backstory for them and outlined the entire series and how it'll end but, like, I might snatch of this for when I write it because I LOVE THE IRONY.

[adaki]

Do you draw Nina the killer perchance..

Yes and I end up disliking the drawings every time without fail but I thugged it out to give u this

[frownyalfred]

Green arrow, getting into a fight with batman because he insulted bruce

“No, I want to hear you say it again,” Ollie said, leaning over the conference table and past Dinah to jab a finger in Batman’s face. “Insult him again, I dare you.”

Batman, for his part, looked entirely unperturbed by Ollie’s chest puffing. “I said, Bruce Wayne isn’t exactly known for being intelligent. That’s common knowledge, Green—”

“Do you know what he’s been through?” Ollie exploded, “Do you know how fucked up his childhood was? It’s a miracle he’s functioning as an adult. I knew him in school — do you know what he was? Sad. And you have the nerve to sit in your stupid little angst suit and lecture me about Bruce Wayne?”

Dinah swallowed, giving up on holding Ollie back. She glanced at Batman out of the corner of her eye, prepared to size up an opponent, but the other man’s posture was still relaxed.

He seemed…taken aback, if such a thing was possible for the Batman.

“I…apologize,” Batman said quietly. “I hadn’t realized the extent of your feelings toward him.”

“Pick on someone your own size next time,” Ollie grumbled, as close to an apology as he would get. “Bruce does so much for Gotham. More than you’ll ever do. So yeah, if he’s a little air-headed sometimes — that’s fine with me.”

With that, Ollie turned on his heel, exiting the conference room with a huff. Batman stared after him for a long moment, steeped in stillness.

“He cares about his friends,” Dinah offered, breaking the awkward silence. Batman gave her an odd look, jaw tensing.

“I know.”

“Now you do,” Dinah said, putting enough emphasis on the first word for him to look up at her, acknowledging the hint. “I’d better go check on him.”

[a-sketchy]

figment

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

[dorothywonderland]

could you draw Telemachus and Athena?

“Need some help?”

[torchvic]

that one ship dynamic but with levi and mc

(credit to @litriu! here is the original post (lmk if the link doesnt work pls))

[creativepromptsforwriting]

hey hi! love your writing prompts! their so creative! can you give us some flirty nicknaming prompts please? :)

Hi and thank you! :)

Flirty Nicknames

"Cutie pie."

"Honey bun."

"Sunshine."

"Hot stuff."

"Good-looking."

"Your highness."

"Cupcake."

"My eternal love."

"Sweet cheeks."

"Your majesty."

"Bad boy."

"Sexy."

"Lil one."

"Wild thing."

"My dearest."

"Casanova."

"Sweet stuff."

"Mr. Nice Guy."

"Soulmate."

More: Names with Cute Nicknames (Girls) | Names with Cute Nicknames (Boys)

[devotion-disorder]

Honestly Kuuya is like the best victim for psychological torture, id stare into his eyes with a blank stare and watch him squirm in a "i know every sin you commit" kinda way.

Each time I go near his desk id whisper weird shit or smth like "i know what you did" in an ominous voice just to set him on edge, hehe X3

I need him to beg for forgiveness and repent even if i dont have the smallest idea of what he is doing it for

psychological torture except its just trapping kuuya in a room full of badly edited pictures of his love interest with some other random person. then watch him spiral

[deep-space-lines]

okay but like. I just had the weirdest thought about that ‘don’t look I’m naked’ comic. Which is that that’s essentially the same thing Adam and Eve did after they ate the fruit of knowledge of good&evil. So I feel like the theological implications of that could kneecap Gabe if he doesn’t think V1 is a being with free will.

yeah ok. i dunno man. is this anything

((side note. this isn’t necessarily meant to be in-character or story-accurate or take place at any particular point in time, just a way to explore some Thoughts. i was also imagining more that V1’s words aren't actually spoken, more like Gabriel’s more articulate interpretation of whatever garbled mechanical noise V1 is using to communicate. I think an angel could do that.))

and then they fucked nasty the end

[hypnagogics]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

~🦈🦈

abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[whumpberry-cookie]

probably everyone on earth has said this but my favorite thing ever is someone returning home after a long, harrowing, unwilling absence (lost, kidnapped, stranded, etc), fighting so hard to find their way back home, and when they finally arrive broken and exhausted they're angrily rejected by their loved ones because, through some misunderstanding or false information, they believed the absence was deliberate and that the person chose to just up and abandon them without a word for all that time

Fjsjdj oh noo, absolutely heartbreaking!!!

Imagine them leave, heartbroken. Without any purpose anymore, because for so long, for painful months their goal was to return home.

But now? There's nothing. They lost everything. So they leave so far that no one can find them again.

And then their loved ones figure out the truth. The guilt. Ohh the crushing guilt.

Caretaker leaves immidiately to search for the protagonist. To apologise to them. To take them back home.

Imagine them reuniting in the most emotional moment, but they have no time for explaining the misundetstanding.

Because one of them gets shot/injuired.

Will they have time to even explain how much they love one another

Oh my heart

Thank you for sharing this, anon!

[choccy-milky]

people-watching and gossiping 💅

(more older seblora brainrot bc of my oneshot)

[clanborn]

song number 10 :)

I left my soul exposed

To frail hands who hold

My fate up in the air

And through their fingers fall

The meaning of it all

Down to the floor it goes

Is There Anybody Here? - The Dear Hunter