#prompt haircut

[rayrayor]

@galladrabbles for this week’s prompt “haircut” by @deathclassic

Lily is home and fixing it with papa . To follow the drabbles on Lily learning secrets from Svet link to all here

A Drabble catching us up on Lily learning and making peace with her dads past life.

Prompt, Haircut

Mickey rocked Lily. He talked , they both cried.

He explained to her that young him was hateful and angry , felt incapable of love.

Then he met daddy and it all changed .

Even though they had a lot of pain in the early years, it gave them their life and Lily and Liam.

And he wouldn’t have it another way because he loved their life.

Lily lifted a tear stained face and arched her brow.“ Any other past life whackadoodles, I need to cut my hair , change my name to avoid? “

“No punk, past is past.”

[totally-here]

Ultimate Enemy in DP in DC world

Okay so, I think we can all concede that logically in an au where danny phantom takes place within the dc universe, Ultimate Enemy's bad timeline would not happen. Like, Dan would not be able to take over the world, even with Vlad's ghost half helping him.

(though i do really like the takes of how that would happen, even if i don't ultimately agree with the end result. It's a fun story and a great opportunity for angst.)

But! I have an idea! I propose that the dark danny timeline would be in line with the evil teen titans timeline. The one with cloned Bart and Kon, champion of Ares Cassie, and, of course, batman with a gun Tim.

No, not just because I recently finished reading the 2003 run of teen titans.

(actually that's the major reason, yeah. it was a pretty good comic and i think it'd be cool if other people read it too)

But because I think it'd be interesting if it was a East titans vs west titans vs some ghost taking over the midwest and a majority of canada.

(does dc have any canadian heroes? I bet they do, but I've just never heard of any...)

And!! As a bonus!! Danny in the future would've probably gotten into a tussle or smth with the titans, which might lead to an uneasiness working with the present version of them. If he recognizes them. Like, Kon and Cassie I could see him knowing, Bart was on the good side iirc, but Tim?? No, no, he had a mask! A very distinct mask.

Anyway, what I'm trying to get at is that Danny totally thinks Batman snaps one day.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Haircut

content: forced modification, noncon haircut, creepy and intimate Whumper, I wrote this in a fever dream let me know if I missed any tags

Whumpee sat, slumped, on the stool. Defeated.

The bathroom light glowed faintly, and the blue reflection staring back at them from the mirror looked like a stranger. They couldn't stand to look at it.

The room was quiet except for the sound of scissors clicking open and shut in a deliberate rhythm that made Whumpee’s skin crawl.

Open and shut.

Whumper stood behind them, holding the scissors in one hand and a comb in the other. "Your hair’s gotten too long," they said casually. "It doesn’t suit you."

"I like it this way." Their voice wavered at the tiniest display of defiance.

Whumper chuckled, stepping closer. "You don’t get a say in that, darling. Not anymore." They ran the comb through Whumpee’s hair with slow, deliberate strokes, tugging just enough at their scalp to make them wince. "You’re mine to look after. Mine to shape."

Whumpee flinched as the first clipping of hair fell to the floor. It landed silently, a dark feather against the cold tiles, but to Whumpee, it sounded like a gavel striking. A verdict passed. Another piece of themself stripped away.

"See?" Whumper said, brushing the hair off Whumpee’s shoulder with a heavy hand. "It’s just hair. You’re making a big deal out of nothing."

It wasn’t nothing.

Whumpee clenched their fists, ragged nails digging into their palms as more strands fell, piling up around the chair like a cruel parody of snow.

"Stop," they managed, "Please!"

They tried to yank away, but Whumper’s hand was still on their shoulder, and their grip tightened, pinning them back into the chair.

Relentless.

Unyielding

"You’ll thank me later," Whumper said, their tone still infuriatingly calm. "Trust me, you’ll look better this way."

Whumpee bit their lip hard enough to taste blood. The sound of the scissors snipping echoed in their ears, louder than it should have been. Mocking.

When Whumper finally stepped back, they surveyed their work with a satisfied smile. "There. Much better. Don’t you think?"

Whumpee stared at their reflection, mouth dropping. You're kidding.

Before, their hair had fallen down their back but now Whumper had cut it short-- the jagged edges barely brushed the tips of their ears.

Their hands trembled, hovering near their head. They couldn’t bring themselves to touch it.

"I hate it," Whumpee said, their voice barely above a whisper.

Whumper’s smile widened, their eyes gleaming with something dark and victorious. They leaned in close, their breath hot against Whumpee’s ear. "I didn't ask what you thought, darling. You’ll learn to love it. Or not. Either way, you’ll wear it how I want."

Whumpee blinked back tears.

Whumper straightened, brushing stray hairs off their gloves. "Go clean yourself up," they said lightly, turning away as if nothing had happened. "You should look presentable when I take you out later."

Whumpee didn’t move right away. They sat frozen in the chair, staring at the tired stranger in the mirror; at the scattered pieces of themselves on the floor.

The room felt colder now. Emptier.

The AC buzzed; the air now cold on the back of their exposed neck.

Finally, they stood, legs trembling, and began to sweep up the hair.

[wawataka]

i’m debating if i should participate in mobtober or cringetober or both. take this while i figure it out

[sergle]

I have real questions about what is wrong with yall and if you have any cognitive reasoning skills, or any desire whatsoever to send messages to your friends instead of my inbox

[neptunesailing]

femstars week day 4: high fashion / magical girls

[99aceace]

Summer of the bad batch. Week 7. Alternative prompt: getting a haircut.

@summer-of-bad-batch

[waywardsou2]

Summer of Bad Batch Week 7

Alt Prompt: Getting a hair cut

Summary: Hunter just refuses to get a haircut. And he's starting to look like a rat. Especially when he's wet.

[summer-of-bad-batch]

Week 7 Prompt Drop!!

Main Prompt: “Don’t avoid the question.”

Alternate Prompt: Getting a Haircut

This is not a drill! We are halfway through Summer of Bad Batch 🥹 Can you believe it?? I have absolutely adored moderating this event because of all you lovely participants — this prompt challenge wouldn’t be the same without each and every one of you 🫶

This week’s tags:

#summerofbadbatch2024 #week7 #don’t avoid the question #getting a haircut

🩶Remember to tag @summer-of-bad-batch — it helps me find the fills you post on Tumblr🩶

[fast-burn]

Lando/Max F and cheating. I wanted to say strap on because that sounds fun for those two if it takes your fancy

strongly agree, there should be a strap-on >:) and some lady-dirtbags.

kink list here

XXX

Lando can't stop playing with Max's hair. She livestreamed The Mulletting on Instagram while Lando was making circuits of the track in Spa, and Lando didn't know it had happened at all until some rando tagged her in the comments section of a clip on Twitter. It was just so short now: shorn on the sides, loose and wavy on the top and down the back, flipping up like a tiny duck tail at the nape of Max's neck. Lando runs her fingers through it, barely enough length to grab. Lando probably wouldn't be able to make even the tiniest of braids in it.

"Alright, Bob?" Max asks, gaze trained ahead where her Bowser kart obliterates the competition on the TV with a red shell.

"Just checking for greys," Lando says. She digs her toes under Max's thighs to see if that will distract her. All it earns is a swat to the arm.

It's not just Lando noticing Max's mullet. There's a mountain of thirsty comments about it online. All these girls saying mother and queen and about a million sweaty-faced emojis. Lando could tell them all it's a waste of time. Max has never once noticed any girl having a crush on her. She's got, like, straight-people tunnel vision or something. Completely oblivious.

Lando's phone buzzes. It's Jeremy again. Ugh. He's not fun anymore, like he was three weeks ago. Now that Lando's on summer break, he's gotten so clingy. wanna cover you in cream and lick it off you, he's written, then sent a picture of his tongue stuck out between his fingers, and then a second one of his hand framing his dick in his gym shorts. Lando leaves him on read and opens TikTok, flicking through F1 fancams with the volume on.

Max clears her throat. "No romantic dinner under the stars tonight?"

"Don't think so. He's gotten into all this foreplay shite lately," Lando complains. "Like, I just want to get off. Why's he got to buy me roses about it?"

Bowser flies across the finish line, P1. "You should dump him."

Lando sighs. "Zak says I've got to stay with him for at least the rest of the season. Apparently the sponsors don't like it when I look like a slag."

Max snorts a laugh, and tosses the switch controller onto the coffee table with a clatter. "Must be tough, since you are a slag."

"Hey!" Lando protests. "You're one to talk."

"Oh please. I bet you're wet right now," Max says. She reaches over and shoves her hand into Lando's sweats, lightning-quick. Her fingertips are ice-cold sliding into the seam of Lando's pussy, making Lando shriek and clench her thighs together. The tip of Max's middle finger hooks into her and then Max pulls out. "See?" She says, holding up her hand. It's glistening.

"That's not my fault! Jeremy's been sending me dirty texts all night."

Max wipes her hand clean on the couch cushion, staring at Lando. "So are you staying over, or what?"

XXX

Lando's eyes bulge when Max tugs the harness up her hips. The new dildo thick, but it's also bright yellow--neon yellow. It matches the mini-helmet on Max's desk. "Is that--"

"It's just the colour it came in," Max says primly, two spots of pink high on her cheekbones as she tightens the straps. "Don't be arrogant."

"Should we call it the Norrpenis?" Lando asks, giddy. "The Landildo?"

"We should call it shut the fuck up, mate," gripes Max. She sits on the bed between Lando's knees, and the dildo sways. It's so girthy.

Lando pulls off her shirt, suddenly hot. Her hair ends up a right mess around her face, and maybe Max was right to chop it all off. It might be easier than plaiting it for every race.

Max pulls at Lando's lacy turquoise bra. "Is this from the sponsors too?"

"If you could just wait a tick, I'll take it off," Lando complains, twisting to get at the clasps behind her back.

"Nah," Max says, pushing Lando down so her arms are pinned beneath her. "Leave it."

Lando wiggles, shoulders straining, but she's stronger than Max and gets herself free. Max's eyebrows furrow for a moment before she's yanking down Lando's sweatpants and flinging them far across the room. Then she does the same thing with Lando's fuzzy socks, pinching at the toes and tugging them off that way. Her abs clench with the effort.

"Get on with it," says Lando, reaching up to grasp Max's bangs, leveraging them to push Max's head back.

"Such a little rat," Max complains, but then she's pushing Lando's matching thong aside and guiding her dildo right in.

And, yeah, like Max said: Lando's wet. Max pushes inside like a hot knife through butter. The stretch and depth of it is so good, scratching something that Lando almost didn't recognize was itching. She whines, swiveling in the bowl of Max's hips until the angle is just right and she's full-up, plugged with it.

"Look at you," Max coos. She lets spit drop from her mouth, and then rubs the splatter on Lando's clit through the lace. Lando's hips buck, but there's nowhere to go. Max is hilted. "Cock whore."

Lando whines as Max starts to fuck her, nothing gentle about it. When Max's hair was long, the ticklish ends would trail across Lando's skin. Now Lando scratches through the short strands, tangling them in her grip, trying to pull Max closer. Trying to pull her in.

"Bet your boyfriend doesn't give it to you like this. Bet he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing," Max growls.

"It's not you," Lando assures her. "You just finally bought a dick big enough."

It has the intended effect: Max's hips stutter for a second, and then she's driving in even harder. "Oh yeah?" She says, grasping the lace and pulling the thong taut, elastic rubbing across Lando's asshole. "Then why'd you show up here dressed like this?"

"Waiting for the next best offer," Lando shrugs, as best she can with the whole bed frame rocking underneath her. "I guess you'll do."

Max's thumb moves over Lando's swollen clit, maddening circles just shy of enough pressure. It feels insane. "Pretty sure I'm the best you've ever had, sweetheart."

"Nuh-uh."

"I think you wanted me to fuck you so good you can never be satisfied anywhere else," Max says. "Hop from dick to dick all you like, but I'm the only one who makes you come like this."

"Come like what? I'm not even close." Lando slurs, brain surely leaking out of her ears.

Max slams in deep and holds. "Liar," she says, and pinches Lando's clit.

Lando is right on the edge, so fast. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Max, c'mon, please," Lando gasps. The muscles in her legs are twitching like crazy, toes curling, stomach shaking.

"Please what?"

"Don't be such a bitch, come on."

"Say it for me."

"You're good. You're so good."

"Just good?"

Lando tugs Max's hair. She touches Max's face. "You're all I want. Please, Max. Please make me come."

"Dunno," Max says, pursing her lips, eyes dancing. She squeezes Lando's clit harder. "Maybe I should make you go find whats-his-name. He can try and stick his cock in you and feel how loose I've made you."

"Max," Lando pleads. She thinks she's crying, trying so hard to clench around the dildo and get herself there.

"Okay, you've whined enough." Max lets go of Lando's clit and reaches under her pillow to pull out a bullet vibrator. "What are best friends for, right?" She presses the on-button until it's at full strength, then holds it at the ready, slamming into Lando again and building up a rhythm that has Lando moaning. She brings it closer, closer, closer, the air itself buzzing, and then finally, finally, holds it to Lando's clit and makes her come.

Lando isn't sure if she's screaming Max's name, or just mad sounds, as her pussy clenches and clenches until it cramps, delicious tingling electricity sparking through her body from her tongue to the arches of her feet. And of course--of course it's better with Max than anyone else. Of course Lando came over with lingerie hidden under her clothes with the hopes that Max would find it and fuck her. But Max is the one who bought a dildo just because she knew Lando would fall to pieces on it. Max has a fiancé.

Max looks far too smug when she pulls out. "Think you left me a little puddle, mate, cheers," she says, gesturing as if Lando hasn't made her actually squirt multiple times.

It just won't do.

If there's anything Lando knows, it's how to push through her exhaustion, right to the end.

"Your turn," Lando says, and tackles Max onto her back. She knows just where to yank at Max's harness to tug it loose, and then she can push up under the base of the neon yellow dildo and slide her tongue into Max's cunt--which is sopping wet, thanks. "Let me know if it's too much," she murmurs, the taste of Max slippery and salty in her mouth. She swallows it down, thirsty for it like all those Max-fangirls. "I like it when you scream for me."

[skeletalheartattack]

hi I like gelato a lot

[tlmtwelve]

@pinahallowsevecloneparty Prompt: Waking up in a dark forest and remembering nothing

(I think it turned out well considering I don't do backgrounds that often. His camouflage made more sense when there was green grass, but I really liked the muted colors)

[townslice]

[painsandconfusion]

Making Whumpee Unrecognizable

For all those whumpers on the run from caretakers and the law...

Tanning bed.

Eye color change (tattoo or oxygen exposure).

Remove one unimportant toe on each foot so they walk a little different

Hair cut and dyed. Or even destroyed follicles so it never grows again.

Burn off their fingertips so they touch things differently and leave no prints.

Break their nose.

Starvation.

Piercings and tattoos.

Break their leg. Badly. Enough that they walk a little different for the rest of their life.

Break their jaw - both sides. Let it heal outward, squaring the face.

In extreme cases, just burn their face. A lot. Let it melt into something completely different.

Tattoo lip liner or eye liner on in a subtle color to react the illusion of a different shape - permanently.

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @happy-little-sadist @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wibbly-wobbly-whump @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @michaeltalks @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @astralrunic @cursedscribbles @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @hold-back-on-the-comfort @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun @suffering-and-misery @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

[nerdingz]

"I swear it'll be fine."

Although distrust flowed through them, A agreed anyways.

And just ten minutes later, A would come to regret that descision.

...

"I thought you said you knew what you were doing?"

"I said I could cut hair, not cut it how you expect."

[renee-writer]

September Prompts Day 26 Haircut

It is an illusion

That my brother

Can cut hair

Just a trim

Is all I asked for

Cut up to my ears

Is what I got

Never again.