#inspired by a discord prompt

[pollyna]

It takes three days for the fever to pass and the meds to work, and another week for Mav to understand where he is. There isn't a moment in all that time when Pete stops asking about Tom or he stops searching for his hand between the hospital's sheets.

(It doesn't get better when he wakes up.)

[californiatowhee]

old fashioneds and tipsy daydreaming

bonus: the subsequent drunk texting

extra bonus, if you made it this far: what happens next, in fic form (spoiler: Phoenix and Miles kiss)

Behavioral Phenomenon | Phoenix/Edgeworth | 2.5k

[seth-whumps]

tmw it's whumpee's fault. they were too ambitious in their scientific experiment. they were too controlling with their team as a leader. they were too confident with their kingdom. they were too kind to the suspicious injured patient in their hospital bay. they dug their own grave and now they must lie in it.

[acapelladitty]

Arkham Shadow Crane: Discipline (drabble)

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As soon as his hand slips past your thighs to brush across your dripping sex, your pubic hair no doubt tickling his fingers as he discovered your state of undress, a look of surprise alit in his lined face and you knew you were caught.

"Disappointing behaviour, little lamb," he tutted as his hands shifted into a claw and he gripped your cunt with a punishing firmness. "You will, of course, be punished for such wanton behaviours."

"Yes, sir," you concede as a bolt of trepidation sends a fresh flush of colour to paint your cheeks and upper neck. Your thighs, however, move of their own accord, attempting to clench around his hand as he pulls himself free with a dissatisfied grunt.

"Go and collect the switch from the wall."

Not the punishment you wanted to hear.

"Oh, Sir! Please not- not the switch. Can't you-"

His expression drops in an instant, any playful joviality at your apparent naughtiness replacing itself with a harsh frown which makes shame roll through your heated skin as you instantly sense his anger radiating from him at your obvious hesitation.

"Fetch the switch and expect extra discipline for such a foolish outburst. One more and I will see to it that you struggle to sit comfortably for a week, my girl," he snaps, tone brooking no argument, and his finger moves swiftly to push the dark frames of his glasses back up to the tip of his proud nose.

Ashamed by your own weakness and inability to follow his rules, you grab the thin, wooden switch without further complaint and present to it him with trembling fingers.

"Pull your skirt high and stand with your palms on my desk. Attempt to pull away even an inch and I will shift my attention from that delectable ass to beating this much more softer skin a stunning shade of purple."

At the open threat, his hand once again returns to your slit as you raise your skirt over your ass; stroking a slow line from your clit to your hole as you shudder at the very thought of the thin switch painting welts across your suffering skin.

"Are you ready to count, little lamb?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then let's begin."

It's the only warning you get before a slight woosh of disturbed air dissolves into a pained yelp as hot pain, sharp and intense in its pinpoint accuracy, cracks across your ass and your fingers grip against the hard wood of his desk and you exhale shakily.

"One."

[sunfloweraro]

Prompt: Epona

Injured and homesick, Twilight seeks comfort from his favourite girl.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Tonight was another one of those nights. A night where the bone deep ache for home was unrelenting, his yearning for his family leaving his heart and soul heavy. His side throbbed, a fierce burn where a moblin had managed a lucky hit while he had been distracted by a like-like, the pangs reminding him of the time an Ordonian Goat had bitten him and Rusl had patched him up, let him sleep on their couch for the night and took care of him.

But Rusl wasn’t here, not so far in the past from his own time. Only one fragment of home remained with him. One piece of his Ordonian family.

Slipping away came easily. A nod to Warriors on watch, and he could vanish into the trees as he often did, returning on four legs, the pink-stained bandage on his side hidden by dense, shaggy fur. In his beastly form, Twilight stepped over the other heroes to the only one who could soothe his aching, tired heart tonight.

She lay close to the fire, surrounded by her heroes, as she always was. Their first priority, their only companion who couldn’t wield a weapon to protect herself were they to be attacked. Her head was tucked into one of her folded forelegs, but she looked up as he approached, as if she had been waiting for him. She had never been afraid of him in this form.

Epona gave a concerned snuffling sound, and Twilight responded with a low whine that told her all she needed to know. Her eyes softened, and as he neared, curling up in her side, she leaned closer to rest her head over him, enveloping him in her warmth. In the feeling of home.

A content sigh escaped Twilight, and he pushed himself closer, resting his head over her foreleg. Warmth pressed over him, soothing his tired soul. Giving him the energy to push on. And if Wild had a new photo on his slate of Wolfie and Epona curled up together come morning? Twilight would endure the teasing. She was always worth it. She was his special girl, after all.

[thoughtsaboutbats]

When Tim first started seeing the harsh lines that form the boxes that now followed him around daily, he thought he was going crazy. They weren’t the first thing to make him think that of course, if they were the only sign he’d just think he needed to see an optometrist. No, the first thing to make him question his sanity was his conviction that Bruce was alive despite the literal corpse they had buried, just because of one painting that kinda looked like him.

The second sign was when he realized none of this was real. That one he had pushed hard against. Obviously the world was real, he was real, how else could he even be questioning his existence. He’s pretty sure that’s what Descartes was going on about (that’s the guy that said I think therefore I am, right? Tim wasn’t so sure. Philosophy wasn’t his thing).

This revelation had worried him so much he almost gave up his search for Bruce, and he had even been looking into antipsychotics when Ra’s ninjas found him in Paris. He didn’t tell them he thought their entire universe was fake of course, it wouldn’t do for Ra’s to know he was losing it, but he did lay out his evidence for Bruce being alive and lost in time, and they seemed convinced enough that it was possible, so he kept going. At least now he knew he wasn’t completely out of touch with reality. Probably. He didn’t think there was a reason Ra’s would have his people help Tim search for evidence that was all in his head but you never know with Ra’s.

The boxes had started appearing sometime between when Tim first encountered the ninjas and when he finally accepted their help. They were thin, practically non existent lines hovering in the air in seemingly random places. Sometimes they were big and distant, even going so far as looking like a strange line in the sky. Sometimes they were so close to him, they looked like someone was putting a frame around his face, or the person he was talking to’s.

He knew, instinctively that they were the reality of his fake world. The boxes he saw were the way people outside his reality saw what was happening. How they made it happen? He definitely didn’t have enough brain space to process that without actually going crazy. But he knew he wasn’t real, no one and nothing he knew was real. They were characters, playing their parts in the narrative.

Or he was going crazy.

But when he stumbled to his feet in that desert, blood pouring out of the hole in his abdomen where he had been stabbed through just a moment ago, surrounded by the corpses of the assassins he had befriended, Pru desperately trying to suck in air around the blood pour down her throat, he really didn’t care if he was crazy or not. They were hours out from the city at this point, and he had no clue where any nearer settlements were, let alone how to get to them without setting off any of the explosives buried in the sands. There was no hope of getting to the medical care they needed. Unless Tim wasn’t crazy, and he was actually seeing their hotel room, just a few short feet away though one of the boxes.

The decision to try to step through the box was easy. After some rudimentary first aid to slow the blood flow from both of their injuries, Tim pulled Pru up, looped her arm over his neck and dragged them both through the there-not there box.

What he saw as he traveled between boxes, between panels, was something he couldn’t describe properly if he tried. The closest he could get would be it was live stepping into a perfectly white room, no shadows anywhere, no way to tell where the floor became the wall. Except that one side of the room was full of windows that each showed snapshots of his life. He could see, just above his head, close enough he could reach into it if he tried, the moment that Widower had stabbed him. The words the widower had said in that moment floated there in neat little bubbles.

The other side of the room though, hurt to look at. Attempting to even look at it long enough to describe was like looking at the sun, except it was his brain that was overwhelmed rather than the photoreceptors of his eyes. He knew though, that that was where reality lay, and that trying to go over there would almost certainly destroy him.

Tim didn’t stop to stare at any of this though. His goal was to get Pru and himself into their hotel room and get help. In just a few short strides he was there. The angle this panel was at wasn’t nearly as convenient to step through as the first, as it was a downward shot of the room that left him with no choice but to basically jump down from the ceiling. He managed the jump without breaking a leg or dropping Pru though, and they both fell back onto the bed. He heard the door open and someone exclaim at the sight of them just before he passed out from blood loss.

[lenievi]

First TOS thingie written this year \o/ It was written as mckirk.

prompt: signal

Could be longer, but I really wanted to make it only one hundred words.

---

The signal isn’t coming.

Jim grips the fabric of his pants. “Come on, Bones.”

The planet visible on the viewscreen is blue like home. Even now, Jim feels the wave of longing, but it’s quickly drowned by dread and worry.

“Two minutes to the eruption,” Spock says, and Jim holds himself back from snapping.

McCoy’s still on the surface! Doesn’t Spock care?

Uhura’s urgent calls for “Doctor McCoy” are the only sound on the bridge.

“One minute.”

Jim stands, fists clenched, seeing nothing but blue.

A noise in the intercom. “Enterprise?” McCoy. “Three to beam up.”

Jim exhales in relief.

[terrasolstice]

Hears a hot take

Duke is the only reason danny stays in Gotham academy instead of dropping out

[lesbianredhoodedmercenary]

fuck it. more of these

[randowhump]

YouTuber Whumper and Whumpee who is some random person Whumper kidnaped

"Heya guys, welcome back to the channel, today we'll be testing this new shock collar I got!"

"can I please go home..?"

"shush I'm recording"

[greyeyedmonster-18]

"No?"

Sirius felt a chill go down his spine, frozen as he stared at Remus, who was down on the ground on one knee. There was a hole there. Sirius could see the freckled, knobby kneecap poking through the hole of the brown trousers that Remus loved.

That Sirius loved, even though the waistband didn't fit and there was a hole, and in the pockets too-- throughout the day Remus would drop knuts on the ground, uncaring as they slipped through his pockets, and Sirius would smile and pick them up. Stealing someone else's good luck. Because Remus was wavering on his knee, and his long fingers holding a ring were starting to shake as well, staring up at Sirius.

There was ink down Remus's arm, where he had written a speech. I love you and you and you and you, only you, forever, always, in this lifetime and the next. Written in the stars, shit.

The romantic kind that Remus usually didn't do, but he had this time.

And the sun was setting just right, and the golden light reflecting off brown hair should have been it. And the birds should've been singing, and Sirius should've been crying, and there was a bottle of champagne somewhere, right? To pop, to explode. They were supposed to be kissing.

But neither of them had moved.

"N-no?" Remus asked again, his arms lowering slowly.

"I don't know why I said that," Sirius said, unconsciously taking a step back from Remus, "I didn't mean--"

"I think you did."

"I thought you were asking if I wanted cheese on my sandwich." A picnic. Remus had planned a picnic for Merlin's sake!

"Well do you?"

"No."

"Two for two."

"Remus...."

Remus slowly rose from his position, the hand holding the ring going into his pocket. Almost immediately, the tiny band slipped through the hole in Remus's trousers, barely making a sound as it fell to the sidewalk.

[silverthefox713]

Things for Character Creations

                                 ~Character Creation Apps~ 

Note: This Section is for anyone who has an idea of what their characters look like but need that extra visual assistance. Some are just dress up apps, a few are more than that, i do recommend giving them a chance, what creator doesn't take the chances :) (there is no particular order these are in)

 Anime Doll (both genders) 

Anime Doll Avatar Maker Game - Apps on Google Play

Lily Story (both genders) 

Lily Story : Dress Up Game - Apps on Google Play

Vlinder Games (both genders) (series of games) 

Android Apps by 31 Dress up Games on Google Play

Style Doll (Both genders) (series of game) 

Android Apps by KATKIT Inc on Google Play

Moons Closet (has gender neutral stuff) 

Moon's Closet dress up game - Apps on Google Play

Monster Girls 1&2 

Monster Girl Maker - Apps on Google Play

Doll Divine 

Doll Divine - Apps on Google Play

Avatar Maker: Anime (both genders)(there's more from Avatar Maker) 

Avatar Maker: Anime - Apps on Google Play

Avatar Factory

Avatar Factory - Apps on Google Play

Mimo Avatar Maker (both genders)(IOS Only) 

Mimo Avatar Maker on the App Store (apple.com)

Dinogeddon 

Dinogeddon - Cartoon Avatar - Apps on Google Play

MiiPu (4 apps in one) 

MiiPu - Avatar Creator - Apps on Google Play

Avatar Makers Factory 

Android Apps on Google Play

iBoattech Avatar Apps 

Android Apps on Google Play

                       ~Less Generic Character Apps~ 

Note: These are both dress up apps and games in their own ways. Some have much better content due to them being a game so do hop in to see what they have.  

Gacha Club

Gacha Club - Apps on Google Play

Vroid Studio 

VRoid Mobile - Apps on Google Play

Star Idol 

Star Idol: Animated 3D Avatar - Apps on Google Play

Zepto 

ZEPETO: Avatar, Connect & Play - Apps on Google Play

Love Nikki 

Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen - Apps on Google Play

Shining Nikki 

Shining Nikki-Fashion Makeover - Apps on Google Play

Time Princess 

Time Princess: Dreamtopia - Apps on Google Play

Custom Cast 

CUSTOM CAST - Apps on Google Play

REALITY 

REALITY-Become an Anime Avatar - Apps on Google Play

 

                                      ~Video Games~ 

The Sims 4 (so much stuff! Base game is free I think) 

Minecraft (blocky but still great! You can just look up Skins) 

Roblox 

Monster Hunter World 

Black Desert Online 

Disney Dreamlight Valley 

My Time at Portia/My Time at Sandrock 

Vrchat (Desktop Mode available, Goof for character hunting)

Other Methods: There are Amino/Facebook/Instagram/DeviantArt groups and people who sell characters for you to adopt. You can normally find them under any tag with the word Adopt or Adoptables in it. 

[mylittleponyauprompts]

An AU where when Discord Discorded the main six their colors were inverted (or something similar) instead of going gray.

[somehow-progressing]

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[fanfictionlibrary01]

[Image: #13 Febuwhump Oneshots Challenge. 1. Stab wound 2. Heartache 3. Nightmares 4. Torture 5. Burns 6. Accident 7. Giving up 8. Held back emotions 9. Failed rescue 10. Head wound 11. Recovery 12. Panic attack 13. Amputation 14. Hidden Injury 15. Left behind 16. Explosion 17. Broken 18. No heartbeat 19. Bullied 20. Gunpoint]

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[evicrystal7]

Been thinking about prompts so I decided to do the #30dayreborn prompt on June.

Been thinking of drawing the reborn cast and my reborn ocs as well, so here I go with that prompt.