#prompt cont

[feline-gal]

Ever since he'd discovered that family heirloom amulet and started wearing it to flex his apparently royal lineage on Damian, Tim has been acting a bit off; more irritable and possessive, sometimes when he gets angry there'll be some brief minor physical change of a rather reptilian nature.

The BatFam of course plan on bringing up these oddities, but first they've got a Rich People Party to get through, hopefully nothing crazy happens before the night is over.

At the party, Tim is approached by a girl, wearing a frilly pink dress that she clearly does not like, who is very interested in his new necklace, almost like she recognizes it.

Then, of course, something crazy happens; a rogue and their henchmen crash the party.

This event ends up aggravating Tim so much that he transforms into an Enormous Fuck You Dragon.

The girl goes in to try and cut the amulet off Tim's lizard neck, only to be stopped by Robin, who declares that he will not allow her to slay this dragon.

To which the girl replies that she's not trying to kill him, she's trying to remove the amulet that's transformed him, claiming she's seen a couple just like it before.

Apparently there IS a reason why the Drakes are known as Drakes.

Of which Jack and Janet, rich archeologists, dug up the bones of Jack's ancestors, people who were said to wear amulets and turn into dragons when angered.

Or:

Tim Drake is related to Princess Dorathea.

[ghostsofharrenhal]

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION (2023) Set Design ↳ Exterior of Kaya's Mansion

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Hey! Hope you are doing well, but if you are still taking requests, with the recent gmm eps Rhett and Link do Pocky game? Or feed each other Pocky whatever works for you! Thank you! :)

-🌗

This art prompt was asked some time ago 😬😅

I had to draw Link in that cute hoodie~🥰

The line art below

[maxmoffs]

“ you want to tell me what's going on? “

as if everyone wasn't already on her back . ( was it an avenger's obligation to also share personal thoughts ? ) arms crossed still , turning to him and head tilts to a QUESTIONING GESTURE . –a sigh under her breath while clearly finding an out to this conversation “ i wasn't aware anyone really noticed my presence . ”

@renownedagent / : inbox prompts .

[feline-gal]

Jazz tugs one side of her headphones off and sighs at the sound of her parents making a whole commotion about a loose ghost, making it rather difficult to focus on her book, then quirks a brow at the distinctive roaring and screeching of a motorcycle, the sounds seeming to circle through the house.

She dips her hand under her pillow and wraps her fingers around her lipstick blaster, just to be safe.

Her caution is unfortunately rewarded as, a moment later, a dark form phases through her bedroom wall and blurs towards her, halting suddenly right next to her.

A more disheveled than usual Johnny 13 looks right past the small laser barrel being pointed at his particularly ashy face and locks eyes with Jazz “Where's your brother?!” he asks in a frantic near-shout, expression wrought with panic and desperation, ectoplasmic blood oozing out of a fresh claw mark on his cheek.

Jazz hesitates a second before raising her unoccupied hand in a brief 'one moment' gesture, then turns and grabs her phone to shoot her brother a text, keeping her blaster trained on the unlucky ghost the whole time, his bike rumbling loudly and almost anxiously, ready to zoom off any second, the unnaturally dark shadow beneath roiling in a more visual display of distress.

A moment later, her phone pings with a received text and she looks back at Johnny “Nasty Burger.” she finally answers.

“Coolthanksbye!” Johnny rushes out almost too fast for her to hear as he takes off at breakneck speeds right through her other wall like it isn't even there, the sound of his motorcycle gradually fading into the distance.

Jazz drops her laser-wielding hand and glances around her room, taking in the mess left in the ghost's wake, and sighs before returning her attention to her phone.

<Where are you?]

[Nasty Burger>

[Why?>

<Johnny 13's looking for you.]

[And you told him???>

<He seemed Really freaked out.]

<I think he might need your help.]

[Oh joy>

Jazz glances over at her bedroom door at the sound of her father's heavy footsteps rushing in it's general direction.

“JAZZY!!!” Jack shouts as he flings the door open with a loud slam, brandishing a much larger ecto-weapon “Did the ghost come through here?!”

Jazz gives her messy room another quick once-over before locking eyes with her father “No.” she answers simply.

“Dangit!” Jack curses with a dramatic shake of his fist “You stay in here where it's safe. I'll hunt that spook down.”

“Sure thing, dad.” Jazz replies with a casual wave as her dad tromps off, shutting the door behind him.

The door partially reopens a second later and Jack's head pokes through “And clean your room.” he barks “It looks like a motorcyclist drove through here.” with that, he retracts his head and properly closes the door.

. … . … . … .

Danny grumbles irritably to himself as he flies through the air towards his house, aiming to meet Johnny halfway. This had better be good.

A wisp of cold blue mist escapes his throat and he spots the motorcycle-riding ghost zooming in his direction, a moment later he slows to a halt in front of him.

“Hey, wh-ACK!” Danny tries to ask, only to be interrupted by Johnny grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him along as he continues driving in a U-turn.

“I need your help!” he exclaims “Kitty's been kidnapped!”

“Whoa, what?!” Danny blurts out, twisting in the older teen's grip and trying to clamber onto the bike “Seriously?! By who?!”

“Some freaky, scaly..” Johnny struggles to explain, taking his hand off the half-ghost in favor of gesturing vaguely “Things! I don't know what the fuck they are! They just came in outta nowhere and started pestering me about some sorta nonsense I couldn't understand, and when I told 'em to bugger off they got violent and took Kitty hostage!”

“And then you ran away with your tail between your legs,” Danny surmises, crossing his arms “instead of trying to figh-”

“I DID try to fight them!” Johnny snaps, startling his passenger and causing the bulb of a lamp post to explode “But they were too tough for me.” he continues, touching his hand to the claw mark on his cheek and Danny finally realizes just how beat up the biker ghost is, his jacket riddled with holes revealing glowing green claw and bite marks, and his bike is similarly clawed up and dented in various places “Coming to get you was her idea, not mine.”

“Alright,” Danny concedes, raising his hands in a placating gesture “I'm sorry I doubted your.. whatever. Clearly this is a serious situation.”

“Very.” Johnny confirms grimly.

They arrive at FentonWorks, zip through and into the basement and promptly enter the portal to the Ghost Zone.

They drive in tense silence for a few moments before Danny coughs awkwardly.

“Do you, uh,” he starts, scratching at the back of his head “want some ice for those injuries?”

“Uh, yeah.” Johnny answers with a nod “Yeah, that'd probably be good.”

Hand glowing blue, Danny goes about covering the biker ghost's wounds with thin but sturdy layers of ice which would allow for as much mobility as possible without breaking easily, much like he's been doing to his own since figuring the trick out.

“So..” the Halfa probes as he coats a bite mark on Johnny's forearm “What exactly am I getting into here?”

Submitted Prompts #133

Johnny 13’s core is one of John Constantine’s sold-off soul fragments, which somehow - whether by it’s own volition or not - got away from it’s owner and made a whole new unlife for himself.

[protect-daniel-james]

Their lore is actually insane

smooth him out? what exactly did you do?

And of course

Antonio needs to ride him, seriously.

[malkaleh]

George, before meeting Alanna

People tend to not see George - or at least, they don’t see the danger in him - not the charming thief with laughing eyes and brown skin to his mother’s white. They don’t look beyond how well he flirts - with men, with women, with everyone and how he laughs off teasing to see the sharp intelligence, the competence with his knives - the fact that they are well cared for, that there are plans within plans within his flirtations.

No, the Court of the Rogue has never seen George Cooper coming.

[feline-gal]

Vlad went through something similar in his first few years before he built his own portal and got himself a steady supply of ectoplasm.

So when he witnesses the Red Hood murder someone before him, he recognizes the glowing green look in his eyes, the expression of desperate, maddening hunger on his face, having seen it in the mirror quite a few times a long while ago.

'Oh.' he thinks, realization dawning on him 'I can't not adopt this man.'

Au where Jason isn't angry because the Lazarus Pit is really gross ectoplasm thats stuck in his body but because he's a baby halfa with pretty much no ectoplasm in his environment and he's just really really hangry.

[eddie4bat-president]

Modern au Robin and Steve do the hear me out cake thing. Steve puts down a picture of Corroded Coffin frontman Eddie Munson in creepy monster prosthetic make-up from one of their music videos prompting Robin to go "ew ew ew why did you have to use that picture??"

Steve: ??? Because this is a "hear me out" cake and not "objectively hot man" cake

Robin: idk he's got that pale gremlin thing going on, you could have used any other photo-

Steve: YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Robin: just because you've had a crush on him since high sc-

Steve quickly reaches for her then there's a hard cut. They stand side by side, both of their hair is messy, there's a rip in the shoulder of Robin's button up, they both have streaks of frosting on their faces. The cake is mostly fine but the spot where Eddie's skewer was placed looks like someone clawed it out then patted it back down. His picture is still there but pretty wrinkly. They keep going like nothing happened.

[cont.]

[ozzgin]

I decided to make a separate list for all my monster works so that they're all in one place.

Folklore/Mythology/Urban Legends

Yandere!Werewolf x GN!Reader

Yandere!Werewolf x Fem!Reader Headcanons

Short: Werewolf mate who marks you before leaving

Yandere!Vampire x GN!Reader

Yandere!Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Shapeshifter x Fem!Reader 2

Yandere!Aka Manto x GN!Reader

Yandere!Devil x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Merman x GN!Reader

Monster Short: The Wolf x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Orc Siblings x GN!Reader [Prompt + Doodle]

Short: Orc Stepbrother (GN Reader) + Orc Stepdad

Short: Orc!Secretary (GN Reader)

Short: Mothman x Crybaby!GN!Reader

Naga x Smartass!GN!Reader

Short: Fae x GN!Reader

Delinquent!Fairy x GN!Reader

Short: Delinquent Fairy and Children

Short: Delinquent!Fairy Pollen

Short: Biblically Accurate Angels (GN Reader)

Asks: [Shapeshifter] Daily life, [Werewolf] Character Info, [Shapeshifter] Dog similarities, [Shapeshifter] Reveal

Hybrids

Yandere!Hybrid x Phobic!GN!Reader

Yandere!Bear!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Lion!Hybrid & Tiger!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Cow!Hybrids x Bull!Hybrids x GN!Reader

Hucow Husband flavors

Yandere!Octopus!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Yandere!Fem!Cow Barista x GN!Reader

Carnotaurus (Dinosaur Pack) x GN!Reader

Hammerhead Shark!Hybrid x GN!Reader

Various!Hybrids x Reader on period

Short: Wolf!Hybrid x Fem!Reader

Short: Lizard!Hybrid

Short: Puppy!Hybrid and Adult Channels + cont.

Short: Puppy!Hybrid and mating

Short: Puppy!Hybrid's first Christmas

Short: Duck!Hybrid

Monster OCs

Yandere!Asylum Spider x GN!Reader

Yandere!Asylum Spider Character Info

Yandere!Demon x Gloomy!Fem!Reader [Zzy]

Yandere!Demon x Gloomy!Fem!Reader 2

Yandere!Demon King x Hero!GN!Reader

Yandere!Demon King x Hero!GN!Reader 2

Yandere!Demon King x Fem!Reader Christmas Special

Yandere!Demon King x Old!Reader

The Yandere OCs and their jealousy: Monster Edition

Midnight Kiss with the Monster OCs

Asks: [Asylum Spider] Cleanliness, [Asylum Spider] Baths together, Shark loan Shark (Intro), Shark loan blurb, Public coitus scenario, [Zzy] Reader flirting back

Generic Monsters

All misc monsters have been moved here

Monster Doodles

All of my monster-related art is now here

Monster Series

All recurring stories have been moved here

Chat with them: Monster Husband, Zzy, Daos

[hedgehog-moss]

Pls give recommendations for Odd books 🙏

Here we go, a list of literary oddity :) This post contains majestic spheres, alien taxonomies, cruel subway polytheism, a fourth-dimensional cat, disturbing earthworms, infinite space football, existential mussel terror, a Parisian absurdist time loop, and a picture of a telegraph-pole-man-cheetah. I'm not exactly recommending these books, in the sense that I won't take any complaints if you find them more odd than good, and some of them transcend the concepts of good and bad anyway.

• The Other City, Michal Ajvaz. It's all like this:

• Contes du demi-sommeil, Marcel Béalu ('Half-asleep tales') —is the book that prompted my post about stories that have no ambition or justification beyond being odd. I'm sad that it hasn't been translated :( One of the tales is about a strange opaline sphere that rolls on the road. It doesn't accelerate when the road becomes a steep slope but continues rolling majestically. At one point it floats away towards the sky. Someone wonders if it was the moon. Someone else says authoritatively "It was an angel's egg." Everyone is reassured by this explanation. The whole thing feels exactly like remembering a dream you had. There is also a man who reads too much and whose body atrophies so only his head is left and his wife puts it in an egg cup for better stability.

• Leonora Carrington— The Skeleton's Holiday, or maybe the Hearing Trumpet. I've read them so long ago but I think the latter is the one with the old ladies and nuns? There's also a guy who was murdered in his bath by a still-life painter because he said there was a carrot in one of his paintings, but it might not have been a carrot? It's hard to remember details from this book without feeling like I might be making them up. Bonus Leonora Carrington painting which kind of feels like a short story:

• The Codex Seraphinianus, of course. I wish there were more bizarre encyclopaedias out there.

Also I love this review:

• Sleep Has His House, Anna Kavan —I really liked the way this book used language; making life feel like a fever dream even more than in Samanta Schweblin's Fever Dream (which I really liked too.)

The eye is checking a record of silence, space; a nightmare, every horror of this world in its frigid and blank neutrality. The actual scope of its orbit depends on the individual concept of desolation, but approximate symbols are suggested in long roving perspectives of ocean, black swelled, in slow undulation, each whaleback swell plated in armour-hard brilliance with the moonlight clanking along it . . .

• The second half of Michael Ende's Neverending Story, where things get stranger! I remember the hand-shaped castle with eyes and the city of amnesiac former emperors and the miserable ugly worms who cry all the time out of shame then create beautiful architecture with their tears...

• The Gray House, Mariam Petrosyan. This is the one I had in mind when I talked about a 'museum of the strange, but one you wouldn't want to be trapped in after closing time'. Another book that made me feel uncomfortable in a similar (good) way was Edward Carey's Observatory Mansions, the protagonist of which is a man who curates an odd private museum and can't stand the sight of his own hands.

• Oh, speaking of uncomfortable, and hands—He Digs A Hole, by Danger Slater. To me this book was in the more-odd-than-good category but I liked its refusal to have a coherent philosophical meaning. It's about a man who can't sleep so he goes to his garden shed and saws off his hands and replaces them with gardening tools. Then he starts digging a hole. And then it gets weird. (Read at your own discretion if you have a worm phobia; there's some body horror featuring sexually aggressive earthworms. And then it gets disturbing.)

• 17776 — Someone sent me an ask a few years back to recommend this online multimedia narrative to me and I really enjoyed it! Here's the summary, borrowed from the wiki page: Set in the distant future in which all humans have become immortal and infertile, the series follows three sapient space probes that watch humanity play an evolved form of American football in which games can be played for millennia over distances of thousands of miles. The work explores themes of consciousness, hope, despair, and why humans play sports.

• Saint-Glinglin, Raymond Queneau —the author admitted that this book presents some "internal discontinuities." I didn't like it much but I respect the talent it takes to write a novel where everything feels like a random digression, including the key suspenseful scene that matters to the plot. The one digression I loved had to do with the way the narrator is existentially horrified by various sea creatures. It's like he dreads them so much he can't help but think about them when he should be telling a story.

The oyster... This gob of phlegm, this brutal way of refusing the outside world, this absolute isolation, and this disease: the pearl... If I conceptualise them even a little, my terror starts anew. The mussel is even more significant than the oyster and even more immediately admissible in the domain of terror. Let us indeed consider that this little sticky mass whose collective stupidity haunts our piers, consider that it is alive in the same way as a cow. Because there are no degrees in life. There is no more or less. The whole of life is present in every animal. To think that the mussel, that the mussel has, not a conscience, but a certain way of transcending itself: here I am once again plunged into abysses of anxiety and insecurity.

Near the beginning he philosophises about what would happen if a man and a lobster were the only two survivors of the apocalypse. The lobster would break the man's toe and the man would say, "We are the only beings that remain on this devastated Earth, lobster! The only living beings in the universe, struggling alone against the universal disaster, don't you want to be allies?" But the lobster would disdainfully walk away towards the ocean, and "the sight of the inflexible and imperturbable lobster pierces the sky of humanity with its unintelligible claws." (I can't overstate how little this has to do with the rest of the book.)

• Autumn in Beijing, Boris Vian —needless to say the story does not take place in autumn nor in Beijing.* To the extent that it can be said to be "about" something, it's about people trying to build a train station in a desert with tracks that lead nowhere. (I just went on goodreads to check the title, and it's actually called Autumn in Peking in English. I also discovered that it was featured in a list of Books I Regret Reading. I liked this book, but I understand.)

(* French writers love doing this—like when Alphonse Allais said about his 1893 book The Squadron's Umbrella "I chose this title because there aren't any umbrellas of any sort in this volume, and the important notion of the squadron, as a unit of the armed forces, is never brought up at all; in these conditions, hesitating would have been pure madness.")

• The Library at Mount Char, Scott Hawkins—I fear this one makes a little too much sense for this list, but you can't say it isn't weird; and I loved it and recommend it any chance I get.

• The Eleven Million Mile High Dancer, Carol Hill —this book was so wacky and made me laugh. I've not yet managed to successfully recommend it to someone; its brand of odd didn't resonate with the people I know who've read it but that's okay. You could say it's about a woman astronaut whose weird cat disappears into the fourth dimension (or the quantum realm?) and she goes to space to save him—but that makes the book sound more straightforward and less messy than it is. Her cat leaves her a note before he disappears:

• The Bald Soprano, Ionesco —fun fact, there's a tiny theatre in the Latin Quarter in Paris where this absurdist play has been staged every night for nearly 70 years, with the exact same set design and costumes and everything, like the actors are stuck in a time loop. They celebrated the 20,000th performance this year! There's an actress who has been playing her character for 40 years and said joining this theatre was like joining a religion. I've been going to see this play as a New Year tradition with my best friend since we were 14, so I love it madly, though I wouldn't say it's good, necessarily—the author said it was about "absolutely nothing, but a superior nothing."

• Statuary Gardens; or Les Mers perdues (apparently not translated) by Jacques Abeille. This man is obsessed with weird statues. Unfortunately I find his writing style rather dull—I feel like he takes strange ideas and makes them feel mundane in a bad way...! But his books still have a nice, quiet, oneiric atmosphere, and images that stayed with me, like a solitary gardener trying to grow stone statues in the depleted soil of a walled garden. Here are some illustrations from the second one:

I'll look into some of the books recommended on my previous post! (and I agree with the people who brought up Cortázar, Borges, and Junji Ito. <3) Some potentially-odd books I have on my to-read list: Clive Barker's Abarat, Goran Petrović's An Atlas Traced by the Sky, Salvador Plascencia's The People of Paper, Jean Ray's Malpertuis; Jan Weiss's The House of a Thousand Floors; Brice Tarvel's Pierre-Fendre.

[feline-gal]

Eventually he finds the guy, hears him absentmindedly humming their song and excitedly whistles out the next part for him to hear, causing him to freeze up and stiffen(Dick swears he sees his hair bristle like a cat's)

The man turns his head and Dick's joy falters as he takes in the look of horror and guilt his soulmate gives him before he bolts.

Dick gives chase, but loses the guy quickly and is left very confused by the guy's reaction.

And especially how his expression reminded him of the look he occasionally got from baddies who had been certain they'd killed him in a previous encounter before he showed back up to kick their ass.

Soulmate Song

After a long day at his work, Dick starts walking back to his apartment humming his soulmate song. A large man that looks vaguely like Clark shows up and starts calling him "Dan" and telling him that he shouldn't wander off in a new city without letting him know. There was also something about "changing appearances" in the lecture too, but he wasn't able to get a word in edgewise. So, he just stood there letting the man fuss over him.

After a while, another guy shows up whistling his soulmate song! The new guy was just as tall and broad shouldered as the first but with wavy silver hair that he had in a low ponytail. The first guy called him Dan and quickly realized what had happened. He'd been mistaken for his soulmate. How did that happen?

As he starts trying to talk to the guy, the two men apologize and disappear.

Now, Dick had to find his soulmate before he leaves Bludhaven.

[loneworldgazer]

"his mutt."

pairing: Harley Sawyer X toy!reader

cont: You, his assistant gave up your parts oh so willingly to him. Why are you surprised that you've been turned into a toy, did you think you were special?

a/n: this was crazy, I'll dissappear again for a year trust!!! Seriously tho, writing is fun but my lifestyle is so busy now brahhhh. Edit: closing my eyes as I post this cause I'm not sure if I went on a tangent writing all of this or it's actually good AHHHHH

tags: reader IS AN ADULT, nsfw, groping, degradation, sadism, delusion, fingering, no sex (unfortunately), no specific gentilia mentioned guys, first time writing slight smut??? Idk man Harley is not a good man obviiii, I also want to make it clear that THIS IS NOT BEASTILITY

๑ ~⁠♪

"L/N, would you give yourself up in the name of science?"

That snapped you out your daze from the whirring of the water faucet sanitizing the bloody scalpels. The blood turn to clouds and made your eye twitch back to Harley who had his hand on a VHS tape ready to record another log. That prompted you to reply quickly.

You straightened up, wanting to give a lengthy answer that would somehow impress the Doctor or at best, make him bat an eyelash at you. Experimenting was the reason why you decided to be a scientist, Playtime Co. was where it was home for a job like yours. Going into the unknown required some unethicality and pushing past morals, too much of it is too far that you don't even notice. In the long run, you had smeared blood that wasn't yours all over yourself without realising. Research was the hook, the line were your meticulous gloved hands on a body and the sinker was the Doctor acknowledging the labour that you do.

This place was a house that echoes off with tormented residents and you're simply one of the owners that bang at the walls so they can keep quiet, the smudged handprints had been painted over with a new coat. In this place where you sit at your appointed seat in the family couch, your eyes look around for him.

Would it be plain dreadful to admit that the praise one man could give had you licking and cleaning up the dirt of his sins until he told you it was enough? It was not said but his precense was a mantra that you obedientally chant.

He was a needy man, quite funny to describe someone assertive as him but he depended on you. Or should you be careful with a mind as dangerous as his; an intelligence that leaves you choked up for air. It's bad to dream that he treats you differently but his eyes would linger more on you before he tells you to pass the data.

The voices of everybody you talked to had been a blurry memory ever since you were holed up in this cold, pristine hell of machines and sanitizers. The exhaustion of pushing out the next new toy was the thrill you enjoyed from work, pain and anguish from failure that was simply a query to overtake. It was exhilaration to you. But that wasn't it either.

In conclusion, you had no answer. You couldn't outwit a man who shifted the system of a factory that was close to beggary not because this joyous, welcoming environment of a toy company kept people away but because of the risks that he so challenged. This sole place was pitiful, money was a topic that never left anybody's tongue; the people were reflected like the experiments, scurrying around like rats before the only light that reaches them is the glow of a scalpel.

Perking up, you blinked back the sleep that threatened to overcome you; fingers automatically popping open a bottle of melatonin.

"Yes, Dr. Sawyer. I'd do it in a heartbeat if you were to ask of me."

You didn't notice such a desperate, deprived answer came out of you before the pill dropped from your fingers. The clatter made you drop your head sharply at the ground before shakily putting down the bottle. You swallowed the bile in your throat, wanting to correct yourself, extinguish a bit of that idiocy that you just spouted but what comes next make you gingerly look at him.

It was a short chuckle at your statement, he never did turn his head while talking to you. It was unclear if it was a humourless chuckle or he found you amusing or slow-witted. From many words you could've picked out, why did it have to be those words? Your heart rate starts picking up that you gripped your chest. Maybe, there was an implication to what was uttered, a deeper meaning on how you truly felt for the Doctor.

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Harley Sawyer removed his gloves before he inspected what he had worked on alone. No scientist remained in the room with him, only you. He takes out a tape before he sits down next to the motionless experiment. He starts, his fingers tapping against the table.

"Experiment 1352, Pet Archetype. Responds to sound and light at best. Standard for experiments who are freshly experimented on"

He continues, his eyes flicking at the experiment.

"This experiment will be different, the style choice separate from actual toys in production. This one, will have a humanoid body. Though, it is far different from Miss Delight."

His fingers brush against the experiment's arm. He articulates his next words slowly.

"The idea is nothing short of obscene, a human with dog features. One that will sweep up this company's mess as it intends to do, it's a form of hybrid."

He nearly loses himself, this company was a pain in the ass; his humourless laugh turning almost insane. He could order the scared scientists under him to bow wow for him with a flick of his wrist since he had the ability to but he holds back, remembering what he planned to say. The bark of laughter he let out made the toy squirm, squirming to breathe, to move or even live. Its chest heaves so heavily and Harley stares down at it.

This log was becoming more and more unprofessional, it tickles him. This is why science was more suited for him since creative thinking led him to dig deep into his desires instead.

"It'll be a part of security alongside the other toys. If other results please me then I may move 1352 up a rank."

He writes on the report, his hand writing faster than the pen as this adrenaline he had in him, it was anticipation for this experiment to succeed. You haven't uttered a word ever since the start of the experiment but it was quite alright, he'll wait. Oh, he will definitely wait.

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He heard the certain germ quietly pattering to and fro in this sanctuary he deems his, his vessels moving in place for the finale.

Guess Yarnaby couldn't keep them away for that long, it was quite predictable. He must've met his end already, considering the fact that this employee was anything but normal. He almost run out of toys to set upon the intruder, letting his vessel rest beside the machinery where his brain was.

But there was one, one he kept away from the company for so long, clenched hands to let this keepsake stay hidden.

This toy, the one kneeling on the ground where wires were sprawled all over the floor. It kept their head down resting against the knee of his vessel. Their fluffy tail thumping against the ground, still with energy even if there wasn't much meat to chew on anymore. His eye creased in satisfaction at how this one was still alive only because they were under his rule.

His call on making a hybrid sated his hunger but only by the tip of the iceberg. They were hopelessly mopey at times, it was delightfully pathetic. He traced the tape, the final log he managed to do before he was made into this lamentable piece of metal and sparks. He puts it into a nearby television, watching the pup's ear perk up to his voice and crawl towards the table.

"Experiment 1352, Pet Archetype. In relation, this one's cognitive function had worked terrifically but it can't speak. It's quite ironic, seeing that it reflects the person whom I experimented on."

The clinking of the surgical instruments could be heard with the scribbling of paper. He rasps on lightly, he should call this mutt by a name; a special one. One he never said before followed by a dark chuckle.

"Isn't that right, Y/N? Best get farmiliar with that name, I've made an effort to remember your name and it'd be a shame if you forgot."

You yipped, scratching against the table with your ears flattened against your head as he scoffs. You were moved to Playcare like he intended to. He only thought of moving you to work alongside before he got turned into organs, it was a terrible fate considering he was close to the fun part.

He wasn't surprised when you survived the Hour of Joy, you were supposed to. Being his assistant and working aside such dilligence steered you to the right path, that big brain of yours still working in this different body. Even if you looked human, the plastic on your limbs didn't make you struggle; you scoped out this graveyard like a trained dog. It was surely a struggle to make you a human who just had dog features or one who had actual hind legs because either way,

You just look much better kneeling before him.

The other scientists would always be talking behind his back or give him weary looks to what he wanted next, not that he cared much. It was an observation that became a repetitive cycle that it bored him more than experiments that turn out to be failures but you, you stoked a dangerous flame of interest in his soul.

You come close, passing notes and scalpels and touching skin to skin. It was delectable having an assistant that was so predictable and an oddball that only stuck close to him like a pet.

When Yarnaby had found you, hiding up high in the vents; you accidentally peeked out at the wrong time. This mass of yarn was dragging you by the nape kicking and screaming. The lion growls, knowing it shouldn't harm you but your kicks were deathly. He throws you down infront of the Doctor's feet and you growled, ears flattened from aggression.

He kneels, extending a hand and your demeanour changes so quickly.

"Here, pup. Remember me? I'm sure you'd recognise me even if it's just my voice?"

You struggled up to your knees, your chest heaves like crazy to the realisation then bowed completely on the ground.

Incredible, such quick response like you've realised who you were supposed to worship. He stepped close before he pulls you up by the hair and you whined so prettily.

"You do remember what to do, respect me and I'll reward you. Isn't that exciting?"

Utterly demeaning were the words spoken to this pup who stared up at him like he hung the stars, it was like there was only one thing on its mind. That word, reward. Harley never gave away any strong praise or anything, it could be anything and you were bursting at the seams. It was like you never changed.

The vessel's head snapped at the television as the tape ends and the dog bow wowed for more. He was aware that his form now was nothing compared to when he was a human. He thought of something that made him come close to you. Did you ever fantasies about him?

He hardly thinks about these type of things but everything that comes to unnervingly stroke at somebody's weak spots were accounted for and he was quite intrigued at the thought that you were a little perv if you ever were.

Those quick glances, soft sighs to continue focusing on the projects and the furrow at your brows when you think about how you've started at him so much were all noticed by him. Do they go more than that? He didn't go beyond experiments so he doesn't know if somebody like you were to imagine him in such a scandalous manners.

He touches your thigh, rubbing it and you nearly short circuited. He ran his hand up and down teasingly, nearing your private regions that you flinch away from.

"Come now, mutt. Don't you want to feel me?"

He does it again but now holding you close to him. Metal was what you felt but that heartbeat of yours was audible against him. Harley didn't know that you were disappointed. You wanted to feel the real deal, the intimacy you both would have if you two were still... Human.

His hot breath would be aimed down your neck while his warm hands would make you grip the bedsheets, the eye contact with this man would leave you breathless. But you weren't opposed to the pleasure because he was still him, the Doctor you'll follow till the end of the road; till the ends of hell.

He rubs his palm down your chest then his thumbs press against your stomach down to your hips. You salivated, it was detestable and flattering. These desire of yours should've been a reward from the very start but he only thought to commend your actions, wrapping your head around his words. Nevertheless, this was rewarding for him anyways since this was a discovery he will enjoy from his sweet assistant that was so on edge.

His cold steel hands was felt, proding at the inner most deeper parts of you. His hands go even lower which makes you slightly jump but he tutted, smacking at your thigh though he wasn't completely turnt off by it. He let your sensations go haywire as his hand rubbed between your legs, cupping your nether regions and making you yip pathetically.

Harley held you in his lap, holding both your thighs apart while he stroked at his creation. Those late nights which he remembered where he drawn out the details of your genitals, envisioning how it look when he creates every bit of your new form. Those pencil strokes of pure perversion lingers in him when you drip on his hands, it was wonderful of how he planned out everything even the synthetic juices you'll spurt when you feel ecstacy.

He wished he could taste it, his vessel tapping at the glass where his mouth would be; it would fill him with such bliss to lick it all up. Just seeing you tremble from his fingers make him feel powerful, you were just so easy. He had you from the start.

He touched the juices, slipping it in your hole and feeling you react to his fingers and clench tightly. He tried fixing your vocal cords when your body was still in testing. Moments where he dared to cut open your throat and inspect again and again but to no avail. He marvels at the thought of you actually speaking in this form, pleading and calling out his name but he settled with putting his hand around your neck and feeding off the vibrations your throat does.

He hits deep, his fingers thrusting against your inner walls that he watched in awe and how you squirted all over his fingers, he chuckled and turned his head before you clumsily get it all over his TV face. He didn't stop there, caressing the tip of your senses and making you scuffle your feet at the floor like you're asking him to stop.

Overstimulation was a part of every experiment to push past boundaries, it was his way of knowing whether the experiment was made for pain and ready to handle forces against it and you did so well not to fall apart.

"Doctor!"

He nearly falls onto you in exhilaration, your voice so garbled and loud with pleasure and pumped deep into your G-spot. That's it, come again for him and he'll feel something else other than joy. All you needed was a push before these expectations of his were met. He felt you grab at his robe, clenching it in your hand. You swore you saw stars other than the headiness of the Doctor being so intimate with you, this body of yours might shatter at the all consuming ache if being bent to his will.

"Come for me once again, mutt."

A scream ripped apart from you that you do what he says, exhaling every bit of your desperation before falling faint. Limp body lay against his lap, head lolling out for air and consciousness as he steadies you and moved you to the floor. Your fluffy tail thumped tirelessly against the ground. With an inhale, the Nightmare Critters pop up to his whistle and they moved you to a more comfortable position and he moves for the final showdown.

He can't help but scoff, even if it came out empty. There was a dark smirk on his face and he smoothed down his robes, he mayhaps pushed your reward for too long.

He walks away from you and didn't look back, now he continues his long term mission. He'll be expecting bigger things from you now, much more.

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Art prompt suggested by the lovely @becausethathappens young Rhett and Link. ✨

(The idea came about from an gmm episode that I cannot remember right now 🫠 it’s been quite some time when this prompt was asked of me ;;;; 🐌🎨) it’s just young Rhett letting Link wear his first place ribbon and them taking pictures in a Photo Booth. Such boyfriend behavior ❤️

[sayruq]

[CONT] call, prompting aircraft carrier USS Dwight D. Eisenhower to come to its aid, dispatching helicopters to deal with approaching Yemeni Navy vessels

If the US and the UK go through with this plan, the Yemenis will bomb oilfields across the Gulf. This is will increase global oil prices significantly and ultimately tanking the global economy. If you thought life is hard now, you're not ready for how bad things will get in 2024.

All Joe Biden has to do to stop the Red Sea blockade is lift the siege on Gaza.

[feline-gal]

Vlad wrinkles his nose as it starts itching with what feels like his ghost sense being partially triggered. Which is odd, because he's pretty sure Daniel is still at home.

To make sure, he pulls up the camera feeds of his spy bugs, or rather his one spy bug that hasn't been found and broken yet, and, yep, there's his favorite half-ghost boy, struggling with his probably math homework.

Perhaps it's Danielle, then. But why would she want to pay him a visit? After everything he'd done to her, she should want nothing to do with him.

With a short hum, Vlad closes down his surveillance window, stands from his desk and begins to make his way through his modest little(by his standards at least) home on the outskirts of Amity, following his nose as best he can towards the source of it's irritation.

Maddie the cat looks up from her sniffing at the bottom of a door and meows at him.

“Something interesting in there, Maddie?” Vlad asks, earning another meow in response. Vlad gives another short hum and opens the door, allowing both himself and his cat into the room at the back of the house.

His favorite feline stalks swiftly through the area, tail twitching & flicking anxiously. Vlad follows closely and silently behind her, seeing as she's heading in the direction his nose is leading him.

She jumps up onto the windowsill and peers outside, letting out a growl at whatever she's seeing in the backyard.

Vlad leans over her and looks where she's looking and finds a shabbily dressed, teen-sized figure rifling through his trash.

He frowns at the sight, wondering who the deviled eggs that could be and if he was mistaken about it being his ghost sense that's been bugging him.

He trots over to the back door, opens it silently and steps out and over to the young vagrant.

“Excuse me.” he snips, causing the teen to jolt in surprise and snap their head over to the man, one blue eye peering out through the shadows of their hoodie “This is private property that you are trespassing on.” Vlad informs tersely.

The teen jerks away from the trashcan and promptly bolts, running off in the opposite direction of the strange old man that's just snuck up on them. They don't get very far before they trip over their own feet and fall gracelessly to the ground with a curse.

Vlad blinks at the scene, internally swearing he'd seen the kid's foot partially sink into the ground when they'd tumbled. Narrowing his eyes, he steps over to the teen as they push themself back up to their feet and start trying to run again.

He shoots his hand out and grabs their shoulder “And just where do you think you're going?” he asks, earning only an angry grunt in response as the kid twists around in an attempt to wrench their arm free, which happens surprisingly easily, almost too easily.

The teen even seems surprised by how easily they've freed themself, judging by how they stumble backwards, their hood falling back to reveal a head of messy black hair with a stark white forelock dangling over their face..

Which is riddled with bright green pustules.

Vlad's eyes widen at the sight “That's..” he breathes.

The teen starts to run away again.

“Wait!” Vlad exclaims, shooting his hand out again and snagging their hood, causing them to let out a choked yelp as they're suddenly yanked back.

“Let me go!” the teenage boy, judging by the voice, demands as he struggles against the elder man's grip.

“Oh, no.” Vlad responds, fighting against the boy's thrashing as best he can with his random bouts of intangibility “You're not going anywhere!”

The boy growls angrily and his eyes flicker between blue and green for a second. He squeezes them shut, seeming to struggle against something internally as sparks of light flitter around his waist, trying to form a ring.

After a moment of both physical and psychological fighting, the boy's growling turns into a shout and the light ring forms fully and brightly.

Vlad blinks against the flash and finds himself essentially scruffing the neck of a now clear faced and mostly white haired boy in an oddly familiar looking blue and pink costume.

He can't help but chuckle to himself as he leans away from a swipe of the teen's new claws and sets a hand on his hip.

“Daniel is never going to believe this!” he comments.

Submitted Prompts #45

Vlad finds Jason, fresh out of the Pit and horribly sick with Lazarus corruption, in his backyard.

He’s not at all surprised when Danny doesn’t believe the story behind his newly adopted, definitely-not-cloned, Halfa.