#open prompt blog

[necrotic-nephilim]

as much as I love the common "Tim worships/stalks Jason" trope in TimJay fanfiction because it's Good and making Tim a weird little freak is Fun, I think the underutilized dynamic is where Jason is the one weirdly obsessed with Tim and makes it Tim's problem.

Like, the moment Jason is confronted with the information that a third Robin exists, the first thing he does is cover his wall with pictures of Tim so he can just obsess and torture himself over it. That is the behavior of a man who is Unwell over Tim's existence and I love it.

red hood: lost days #4

And as much as a shitshow as The Titans Tower Incident™ is characterization-wise (though I think it has far more merit in depicting Jason's character than people give it credit for but I digress-) there's something very fun about the fact that even after kicking his ass, Jason respects Tim and is impressed by him.

teen titans (2003) #29

And on top of that, Jason can't seem to stop trying to ask Jason to Tim to work with him in some capacity.

robin (1993) #177

batman: battle for the cowl #2

While Battle for the Cowl is an exceptionally bad comic, especially for its characterization of Jason and the "be my Robin" bit is taken deeply out of context, I do think it's interesting how obsessed Jason is with believing that Tim is extremely competent, only held back by being "brainwashed by Bruce". (hence him leaving Tim for dead later on in the comic.) Jason seeing a darker side of Tim and wanting to bring that out of Tim, wanting to see what Tim could be if he let go of his loyalty to Bruce is so fun to me, tbh.

And in Robin #177, Jason seems genuinely upset Tim doesn't want to work with him. Jason sees such a raw potential in Tim and is obsessed with it, constantly wanting Tim to work for him and see Tim be the type of person Jason is. And despite Tim rejecting him, Jason doesn't shoot to kill Tim. I just cannot get over the fanfic potential of Jason obsessing over Tim, tracking him and seeing what he's capable of and what he could be capable of. Wanting to make Tim see things the way he does. To Tim it's corruption, to Jason it's freedom. Tim trying to 'save' Jason is fun and all, but Jason trying to corrupt Tim? That's even more fun to me. Watching that power struggle between them, Tim unable to get Jason off his heels as Jason gets more and more possessive and bold with each attempt.

And when Jason sees Tim successfully get Gotham back under control after a gang war, he's impressed. He praises Tim, even. And then Tim just. Breaks him out of prison.

robin (1993) #182

The way they're constantly trying to see something in the other that isn't there, hoping the other will come around? That is the most fucked up hate/love dynamic ever. Jason keeps coming back to Tim, keeps trying to find ways to get Tim onto his side. They're always chasing each other. And I think Jason would be the one to confess love first, the one to do anything to make Tim his. And when you consider after all of this, Tim has his Red Robin arc and is at his lowest, getting the closest he ever gets to considering murder? I think it'd be so fun to see Jason take advantage of that and worm his way back into Tim's life and finally push Tim over the edge.

[maybanksprincess]

satisfy you

warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, p in v sex, pet names, kissing, squirting, drinking.

summary: reader is dating rafe, and he isnt satisfying her needs, jj offers to help.

pairings: nice!kook!reader x pogue!jj

you attended this big bonfire that everyone went to every single year in the outer banks.

if you lived in the outerbanks you knew that bonfires were the core place that drama started.

usually you would go to drink one or two beers, have fun, and dance with your friends a little. but this time that wasnt the case.

Rafe had been getting closer with this bartender from the country club, and it was really starting to weigh down on you.

you tried to ignore it at first, but he had started going to the country club a lot more often, more than usual. and he stopped touching you all together.

first he stopped fucking you as often, but then it quickly turned into just no attention or affection from him at all. and it really hurt.

you went to this party to get wasted, and forget about all your problems, even if it was temporary.

you drunk a few beers, and downed a couple shots, now a bit tipsy from the alcohol floating in your system.

you were sitting in the grass, knees pressed up to your chest, back up against a oak tree with a few carvings on the bark of it.

your just staring at everyone partying and having fun, zoning out and just lost in your thoughts.

your snapped out of your thoughts as you see a fit blonde walk in your direction, stopping beside you.

"sup, can i sit?" the blonde asks

"yeah, of course." i look up at him and scoot over, making room.

as he sat next to me in the grass i smelled a mixture of alcohol and weed on him.

"so, what are you doin' alone at a bonfire?" he asks while giving you a once over, admiring the sight of ur curves in that dress.

"jus' trying to get my mind off things, you know?" i look up, finally locking eyes with him.

"yeah? things like what? i bet ur pretty little kook life is awesome." he says as he brings the joint between his fingers to his lips, taking a puff out of it.

"kook life really isnt all that great jay. not as great as you think" you say with a hint of vulnerability behind your words.

"it actually sucks," you continue "all the girls are mean. all they care about is money, and their boyfriends fancy cars. and all the kooks are assholes."

he puffs out the smoke, exhaling and listening to your rambling.

"i just feel like..im stuck in bubble wrap sometimes. i dunno if that makes sense" you put your head down, feeling like you said too much.

he turns so hes sitting in front of you, his face in front of yours.

"y'know its okay to get outta the bubble wrap sometimes..." he says, his eyes trailing to the hint of exposed cleavage from ur dress.

you dont know if it was the alcohol in your system or the way he was looking at you, but damn, he was so hot.

you find yourself staring, and look away, until he uses his index finger to tilt your chin back so your face meets his.

you felt a familiar pooling between your legs, but it wasn't like the pooling that happened when rafe was around.

you barely got turned on by rafe by the way he treated you, literally having to beg him to touch you most of the time. he couldn't commit to one woman, and the better of you knew that. you just couldn't seem to let him go.

i involuntarily clench my thighs, and it doesn't go unnoticed by jj, his eyes dart down to the exposed skin on your thighs.

his cargo shorts start to tighten, as if he wasnt already hard when he first approached.

you and jj start to pass the blunt, and eventually the tension becomes too much, the weed and alcohol is floating in your systems, and you find yourselves leaning into eachother.

your lips eventually meet, and it only escalates from there.

at first it was sweet and slow, but then it quickly got hot and heavy, your tongues tangling together.

you straddle his lap, grinding your clothed core against his bulge that was straining in his shorts. his hands start to grope your ass, as his dick seeks more friction from you.

he groans, and his arms hook under your thighs, he pushes himself off the ground, supporting your weight easily.

he carries you over to the twinkie, all the other pogues are still occupied out at the bonfire partying.

he uses one hand to open the sliding door, and lays you flat on your back on the surface of the backseat. he shuts the car door and he wastes no time in connecting your lips with his again.

in between kisses, he mutters out "'m gonna fuck you so good, ya gonna forget rafe exists."

following his words, he unbuckles his shorts and slides them down his legs, kicking them to the side, along with his boxers.

you look down at his dick and your eyes widen. you've never took dick that big before, fuck you were panicking.

he smirks at your reaction, and he slides your dress down your thighs, and off, tossing it where his boxers were. he lowers his face to angle it down with yours, his arms on either side of your head.

he strokes his hard cock, his tip leaks salty white precum on your thighs. his hands go down to the waistband of your panties and he hooks his fingers into it.

"can i take these off, pretty girl?" he asks, his ocean blue eyes boring into yours.

you nod, breathing getting heavy, the pool between your legs intensifying by the second. you were really about to get fucked by jj maybank.

you almost couldn't believe it, you both came from totally opposite sides, he grew up in the cut and you didnt. it was weird, but in that moment you didnt care.

all you cared about was getting his dick inside of you.

with the fingers that are hooked in ur panties, he slides them down your thighs with. he tosses ur panties and his eyes zero in on your spread pussy.

he groans, his cock jumping at the sight. he spreads your thighs some more, and the sudden feeling of a warm substance hitting your pussy shakes you out of your thoughts.

you look down to see his cock leaking precum onto your clit.

he spreads his precum on your folds with his tip, you both moaning at the situation. he lines his tip with your entrance and he pushes himself in.

as he slowly pushes in, he dips his head down to kiss your neck to soothe the slight pain from the stretch of his thick, girthy, cock.

he whimpers against your neck at the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around his member.

he starts to slowly thrust in and out, before his thrusts become faster and deeper. you grab onto his shoulders as a leverage, even though you weren't going to fall.

as he continues to thrust in and out of your sopping pussy, he speaks, his voice muffled by your neck. "mm what a fuckin' shame. that kook passed up the chance to fuck this pussy?"

you moan at his words, the stretch of his dick, the sound of his voice, the way his hand comes down to rub your clit, its all too much.

you start to see stars as you throw your head back, pussy clamping down on his cock. your moans and his groans fill the twinkie. the car rocking with every thrust, due to however old the junk was.

his tip nudges the spongy spot inside your pussy that makes you squirm, you start to whimper and let out long moans, signaling your close.

jj can tell by the way your clamping down on him, and the way your eyes roll back, that your close. he starts to thrust into you at a relentless speed, rubbing your clit rapidly, meeting your lips in a heated kiss.

you shout into his mouth "fuck jj!"

he smirks against your lips, pulling away for a brief moment to speak, his speed never faltering "cmon baby; tell me i fuck you better than rafe." he breathes out

i moan, tears flowing out of your eyes "fuck yes, so much better!" your eyes roll back again

he feels your nails scratching at his back, desperately trying to hold onto something. "yeah? who do u belong to now, hm?"

"you jayjay.." you barely manage to get out with the tears flowing out of your eyes.

he kisses your forehead gently, still slamming into your pussy. "cmon, give it t'me princess. cum for me baby."

following his words, you feel a unfamiliar gush of liquid come out of your hole. you've never done that before. it feels different but it feels so damn good.

you scream out, continuing to squirt on his cock.

he thrusts a few more times, groaning and moaning as he cums on your tummy, "your mine now. my fuckin' girl."

after he comes down from his high, he pulls his phone out, and snaps a picture with the flash, adding a text to it that says "jus made your girl squirt, looks like shes mine now, kook 😎"

he sends it to rafe, and then he helps u back into ur dress, then puts his shorts back on after.

"y'know i meant what i said, ur mine now." he seals his words with a quick kiss.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #94

Danny falls through a portal to the DC world from a natural portal that opened up while he was in mid fight with Skulker a fight that began at Vlads where the creep put a collar on Danny that kept him in ghost form, Vlad thought he’d force Danny to reveal his secret to his parents by taking away his human form. Looking around he’s in a dark city with dark smog colored skies. Unfortunately he’s stuck here as the portal closed leaving him trapped. He tried to find help but no one can see him in his ghost form. He starts tailing the vigilantes of this world and eventually follows one onto this space station through this tube (possessing inanimate objects sure comes in handy). He wasn’t expecting for the random British guy in a trench coat to see him.

[ask-johnlaurens]

OPEN PROMPT

Laurens sits alone, underneath a tree. He's completely zoned out and silent, except for the occasional blink. He sighs, looking up for a split second before his gaze averts to the ground again.

He's not even sure what's wrong himself, but something just feels.. off.

TAGS: any Hamilton ask blog.

@yourgeneralcharles

[the-cypress-grove]

Hi hi I saw ur "So, you want to write ..." post for vamps and zombs would it be possible a werewolf one be made?

Love ur blog by the way makes my brain happy

So, You Want To Write Werewolves....

I had been planning to do werewolves next so I had already been making a list. As always, take the bits you want/need, don't feel you have to answer every question I write, and always always do what works for you and your story.

Werewolves Through History

Lots of myths around the world feature some form of werewolf, or at least people in possession of the ability to turn into animals. Sometimes they're helpful like the Wulver of Scotland who leave fish for people in front of their houses. Sometimes they're malevolent forces like the Skinwalkers of Native American legend.

In Europe, France especially, there was a fear of these creatures and many were killed because they were believed to be one. In some cases, these people were at least partially skinned as it was believed that a werewolf had fur on the inside.

If you want to research a particularly notable case of werewolves, then you should look into La Bête du Gévaudan, France. It was believed a werewolf perpetrated 210 attacks resulting in 113 deaths and 49 injuries. 98 of the attacked were partially eaten. Eye witnesses and survivors of these attacks claimed that it was a wolf the size of a donkey and then came the belief about werewolves for which some people were executed. All these attacks took place within about fifty miles of each other. These attacks were so bad it was brought to the attention of the king at the time, Louis XV, who sent people to deal with the creature.

You might want to make a note of the beliefs about werewolves i.e. their strengths, their abilities, their weaknesses, as these will be useful when you come to design your werewolves.

The Complete Book of Werewolves by Leonard R.N. might be worth reading if you find this interesting.

2. Genre Decisions

Before even beginning to design your werewolf you're going to want to decide what genre you're writing in. A werewolf in a horror story will have different qualities and weaknesses compared to, say, a werewolf of in a romance novel. There are usually fewer werewolves in a horror story and larger packs of werewolves in stories where the werewolves are more friendly.

3. Origins

In almost all stories the origins of werewolves as a species are entirely unimportant. This might be something you want to include / explore in your story so I'll touch on it briefly.

Was it a gift or a curse? Was it simply evolution? Have werewolves changed from the time of the first werewolf to the time your story is set? Were they created by a higher power? Was it magic?

4. Wolf Behaviour

Something you might want to look into is the behaviour of real wolves. If your werewolves lose their human mind / have wolf instincts do these follow the patterns of real wolves?

This will help you know how big a territory they might have, what leadership structure they might follow, what techniques they might use to hunt their prey.

Bare in mind, different types of wolves have different behaviours. Does this affect your wolves? Do different wolves of different regions behave in different ways?

5. Werewolf Design

So, now the fun bit. You get to make your werewolf.

Are they affected by the moon? When they turn, do they keep their human mind? How much like a wolf do they look? Are they wolflike or do they have wolf qualities but walk upright? Does shifting forms hurt? How long does it take?

Do you have to be born a wolf or can you be tuned? Does silver affect them? How can they be killed? Do they age? Is their aging process slowed? In some stories werewolves have soulmates, is that the case for yours? Do they live in packs?

How quickly do they heal? Are they strong and fast even in human form? What are there sense like compared to a human? If their abilities are better than that of a human, is it the same in both forms or are their abilities weaker when in human form?

Pick the qualities the suit your story / selected genre the best.

6. Themes

The beast is among us.

Themes of werewolf stories often depends on the genre. In a horror story the themes centre around the struggle between man and beast, humanity and the natural world, secrets, deception, and the illusion that we are in control.

7. Pack Dynamics

If your werewolf knows others amongst their kind then they will most likely be at least one pack in your story. You need to decide the size of the pack, how they function on a full moon vs when they are humans, how are they funded, their leadership structure. Are their packs strictly werewolf only, or can others be found amongst them?

8. Threats

What threats are there to your werewolves? Is it others of their kind Another species? Are there werewolf hunters? Who knows that they exist? Is it common knowledge or do they keep themselves hidden? How far are they willing to go in order to protect themselves?

[parsley-torments-guys]

Hey if anybody wants read whump but doesn't like to read the labels "whump" "whumpee" and "whumper" you can send me requests for prompts. I'll refer to the whumpee as "character" (because they are almost always the POV character, you would know what I'm talking about.) or a specific name if you ask. I would call whumper by whatever TYPE of whumper they are (ie "scientist whumper"would just be "the scientist." "Nonhuman whumper" would be "the monster" or whatever species it's supposed to be depending on context.) Caretaker and stuff would still default to caretaker, I think, but I would use something else if you wanted me to.

[waywardsuniverses]

ooo for the prompt game, 🌹🖊️ please! thank you!

Oooh thank you for being my first ask! I hope this prompt is good for you. I'm going to give you a word one and a dialogue just to give you some options!

First prompt: Character A runs into their ex and it stirs us some old uncomfortable emotions, they go home and Character B sees that Character A isn't themselves. Character A tells them what happened and Character B spends the day showing Character A how much they love them and how special they are.

Dialogue Prompts: "I know I was taking a long time to figure out what was going on between us. But I know now. And I love you too"

I hope these give you some good ideas for your OCS or OTPS!!!

If you want to send in a request, you can find the original post here!

[ask-walking-mushroom]

OPEN PROMPT TIME BAYBEEE

Ah it's good to be home

I hope those brats left my shop alone

...

Hmm who should I visit first?

Mod talk

I lived

It's exhausting but I lived

[crystalline-tim]

Open Starter

He lays out on a Tree kicking his feet lazily as he soaks up the sun. His eyes closed as he just let's his mind go blank. Allowing himself to sink in a fantasy as his body creates gorgeous rainbow light around him. His tail clings to the branch as he hums. It's soft. Sweet. His hand holding a golden necklace with a B and K gently.

[ronanziriano]

A hot, dry, dusty environment

An open-mouth gag

Dehydration speed-run let's goooooo

[lesbianlovelife]

I need Swan Queen fanfic of later season Emma going back in time to S1. And not just for a bit (this was inspired by @coalitiongirl's Rewind, which is amazing - all her fics are amazing - but Emma goes back to S4 after a scene in the past in that one), but to stay. Storybrooke's still cursed but Emma knows all about it. She could show Regina that she can be herself and still be loved and they could find their happily ever after so much more quickly 🥹

[iwieldthesword]

Me: hey it's kind of concerning that you've been accusing all antizionist Jews of being pick-me traitors or fake Jews. You okay?

Them: you're a sellout Good Jew™ to goyish oppressors and ngl you're probably trying to convert me to paganism

Me:

[blissfullyunawares]

Ask Request #001

Villain Inspired Moodboard

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If you have a moodboard you’d like to see, send it to me in my ask box and I’ll queue it up with my upcoming posts! Tyyyyy

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#blissfullyunawaresmoodboards #blissfullyunawaresasks #blissfullyunawaresprompts

[golden-chiivalry]

tickletober requests are open!!

🪸 ;; hi y’all!! chiivarly here. i’ll be participating in tickletober for the first time ever!!

which means special asks are open! :3

i’ll try my best to make a short fic/drabble for every day, so feel free to drop me requests!

as of now, i have no pairings for the prompt, so ask away! >:3

i have a special masterpost for it too!!🎃

my fandom’s list can be found in my blog’s guide post!

🪸 ;; the prompt list i will be using is by @august-anon !!

[the-cypress-grove]

Prompt: 138

She was a tailor for vampires. Most of her job consisted of researching historical garments, learning to manufacture fabric and sew in styles not see in centuries, and trying to persuade her clients away from colours such as white or cream.

[theeccentricraven]

The 16th Day of Writemas ✍️👩‍💻

Yay another day of Writemas! Thank you @agirlandherquill for this tag game/writing prompt/writing challenge! If you'd like to know the rules and join, you can check out this invitation post to get notified.

Today for Day 16 I picked the stirring of darkness. I had a few struggles tonight so this is shorter than what I've done before, mostly narration. It is a scene from The Blood Cleaners that might not make much sense out of context, I know, though I liked improving it by expanding on the night setting. If anyone has questions, feel free to ask. I'm more motivated than ever to get this story written and out there for the world to enjoy.❤️🤍💚

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Before Justin answered, a flashlight beam lit across the open hole. He and Joselyn simultaneously morphed. They heard voices and footsteps above them. The stirring in the darkness came closer. A light shined down on them. The light went off. If the puddle versions of Justin and Joselyn were seen, the voice thought they were puddles of mud. The light disappeared and the voice went quiet. Justin and Joselyn waited before the noise in the darkness lost all trace. 

Joselyn and Justin returned to human form. One couldn’t see the other even inches away in the darkness. Joselyn whispered as quietly as possible, “Home?”

Justin whispered in the softest he could audibly place his voice, “Same.”

He returned to his liquid form just as she transformed. He climbed out of the hole and sped in the direction to the next tunnel entrance while she directed her way to the farm. Justin kept his attention to any sound or ray of light from another stirring in the dark. Justin sped across Corpa’s terrain, down the roads following the lights of Urbia through the darkness. Going so far while morphed risked morphing sickness, but he had no other way without getting caught like he was at the train tracks.

He was bummed that the figures in the dark interrupted them just before he could finally tell Joselyn about the mysterious note he kept all these years. Now he couldn’t fathom a way to tell her. In any other part of Corpa, they ran the risk that an enforcer would eavesdrop and hear Justin break his oaths by revealing secrets in the Steel. There had to be another nook somewhere. Someplace to hide without suspicion. 

 Justin had the feeling that his vows to secrecy were not so much to protect confidential information, but to keep the people of Corpa from knowing what their leaders had that they didn’t. Even the highest ranking surfacers would be jealous. Considering that the Steel blood cleaners knew the secrets of the Fists, it was no wonder why the message said to pursue a Steel enforcer for answers. He still wondered why the message said, “Find him, or all hope for us is lost.” Were the Fists so bad that they would cause Corpa to dwindle and die? If Justin were to have any hope for his future and that of his mamá, sister, Joselyn, and Clarice, he’d have to find answers. 

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