#prompt was 'rabid'

[sparxwrites]

Joel remembers things after the accident in flashes. 

The accident itself, he remembers fine – don’t mess around with enchanters, kids, stay in school, and especially don’t mess around with an enchanter, a chest full of various potions, a charged creeper, and several untamed wolves – but everything after it? Not just a blur, but gone. Other than the flashes. Funny little snippets of memory, half-order.

-

First: Him, on the ground, in a crater. Enchanter, gone, wolf corpses, still very much present. There’s broken glass everywhere; he’d forgotten he was storing potions in the next room. His body aches like he was hit by a truck, burns like he was hit by a bolt of lightning, and is– whatever the fuck the correct adjective for feels like he’s mainlined a month’s caffeine intake directly into his brainstem is. It’s not a great combination.

There’s also a Gem beside him, crouched carefully down in the grass. She’s saying something. His ears are ringing; he can’t make out the words. She looks worried.

She reaches out to touch him, and Joel’s entire body hurls itself at her without his conscious permission, jaws agape, fury rising like a red and mad tide. Everything goes black before he makes contact, but the terror on Gem’s face burns itself into his retinas before it does.

-

Next: He wakes up, alone, unclear where he is, struggling to move. His mouth tastes of blood. He’s lying on a mattress, wrists and ankles bound down. There’s something over his mouth. And Etho is there, too. Etho with a sword. Which doesn’t make much sense.

“Hi, Joel,” says Etho. “How you doing? You know where you are?”

Joel feels like shit, and has no idea where he is. But when he opens his mouth to say that, the only thing that comes out is a croak. He tries again, nothing, only pain, and then gives up. “Face,” he says, instead, voice raw like he’s been howling. He tries to lick his lips, and they taste of blood too. The sword, slowly, starts making sense.

“Uh. Oh, yeah.” Etho shifts in his chair. “We had to muzzle you. You’ve been, uh– well. The teeth have been a problem. When you… you’ve been like. Blacking out. And biting people. So…” He gestures, vaguely, at Joel’s prone body. “But it’s just a temporary measure. Some of the others are working on it. We’ll get it fixed soon.”

Joel wants to say more, wants to ask more, but things are fading. He can feel them fading. The black wants him again. “Hurts,” he says, raw as gravel, as his vision begins to tunnel.

“Yeah,” says Etho, soft, sympathetic. His hand is very warm, where it touches Joel’s wrist. “I know, buddy. I know.”

-

Last: He’s on fire, he’s burning, he’s fucking burning, they’re burning him alive, holy shit, why is no one trying to help him? 

There’s a dog somewhere nearby howling, or else a child screaming, or a horse being murdered, or maybe just a grown human in spine-melting pain. Hard to concentrate when he’s busy being ripped apart. Difficult to hear. His ears are ringing, vision blurred and half-dark, skin crawling as it tries to get away from the agony. 

Dimly, distantly, through the pain, he sees Jimmy. That’s when he knows he’s dying; no Jimmy on Hermitcraft. And also he called him Jimmy, even if just in the privacy of his own head. Sure sign of imminent death, that. 

The Jimmy who is not real looks at him, eyes calm and kind, and says, “Well, you’ve really fucked it now, Joel, haven’t you?” And then, before Joel can say anything back, he’s gone – and so, blissfully, is the pain. So, blissfully, is everything else

-

He wakes up, and hurts like someone has tried to make taffy of his bones. Everything aches, deep and abiding. But– he wakes up.

“M’alive,” he says, surprised, and his throat is full of knives, but the words still make it out. He could whoop from that alone. If not for the knives.

“You are.” That’s X’s voice, and when Joel flops his head to one side, the admin’s stood there, hands outstretched over Joel’s chest and belly. Even through the helmet, he looks tired. “I don’t know what you did, Joel, but I’m going to have to ask you to never do it again. Please.”

“Yeah, Joel.” Grian. Who else. “Or we’ll kick you off the server.”

“We won’t kick you off the server,” says Xisuma, exhaustedly. “...But I might want to.”

Joel laughs, but the knives, so it comes out more as a dry wheeze. He needs water. He needs a piss. He needs some painkillers, and to sleep for maybe two or three days. What he says instead, though, before he can help himself, is, “Jimmy. W’s Jimmy ‘ere?”

He expects Grian to laugh. It’s a mark of how bad things were that Grian doesn’t. “No, Jimmy wasn’t– Do you want Jimmy? We could maybe whitelist–” He looks at Xisuma.

Xisuma sighs. “Sure. Let’s invite the whole Empires server, while we’re at it.”

“’d be nice,” mumbles Joel, and then, “g’nna. Mmm. Sl’p now.”

“That’s fine.” Grian’s voice, and there’s a hand stroking his hair, which is nice. That might be Grian’s too but, since his eyes are already closed, he can’t tell. “Sleep, Joel. Jimmy’ll be here when you wake up. Which you might regret asking for, actually. Ah well.”

[dreamwinged]

hey sorry but you actually have to imagine a universe where your s/i is canon and a bunch of people in the fandom are super invested in shipping you with your f/o. you gotta think about the “daily” accounts that would be made for your ship; the way ppl would go crazy whenever the two of you had screentime/interactions together and post things like “omg the way they look at eachother 😢” “they’re so in love”. all the in-depth analysis threads pointing out the nuances and arguing for why your ship is canon ???!!! yeah just consider it

proship/comship/neutral dni

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 183

There’s a loud snarling noise outside the window. 

Not that Jazz is concerned. She’s just also trying to study for med school and would appreciate some quiet. And preferred her brother not contracting rabies whenever he tried to square off with the local rogue or three who tried to use the alley. 

As he had put it, it was his alley, he’d claimed it for tinkering. Though perhaps she should maybe ask him to quiet down on his insisted territorialism, even if she understood it. She would also probably maul someone if they tried to enter their apartment flat. It came with the territory of being ecto contaminated, or as the rest of them were now calling it, with being a liminal. 

Once the more draconic aspects started to emerge well, one wasn’t just contaminated anymore after all. Hence the whole school-worth of them leaving Amity while all their parents waged war against the guys in white. Last she heard it was going well. 

Which meant she could focus on her studies as soon as- okay it wouldn’t be quiet, it seems the rest of the kids joined in on mauling the poor idiot who tried to steal their things from the alley. Damn…

[vakariaan]

ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] cuddling scenes

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year two, day 8

The weathered window made sounds of protest as Robin pried it open. He felt bad for breaking into Daniels apartment, but he needed to prove that his crush had no involvement with the Fentonworks gear that had found its way to Gotham through the black market.

He didn't bother with stealth since he knew Danny was out across town with his sisters and Richard. His eldest brother would ensure they wouldn't be back until much later so Damian could take his time investigating.

Damian didn't even begin looking when he froze in his tracks.

No.

It couldn't be.

This was impossible.

But to his great dismay the objects on the shelves and desks didn't disappear when he willed them to do so. The golden yellow and black design, the familiar sight of modified batarangs, that shade of red on the figures.

Damian had to face the truth but he would have preferred Daniel to be a criminal over...this!

His crush, his beloved...was a Red Robin fan

Damian refused to take this lying down! He must show his beloved the error of his ways, and to do that he must show Daniel that Robin is superior.

Danny, also known as Clueless by his closest friends, has no idea why Damian Wayne had taken an interest in him. Well, aside from Cujo. At first it started with Cujo and Tidus meeting eachother on walks (aka Cujo went into his Big Form and dragged Danny around by his leash) and the dogs became fast friends.

Damian was enamored with the green size changing dog and Danny was thrilled to see another non ghostly animal that wasn't scared out of its gourd of Cujo. They set up puppy play dates and things just progressed naturally over time. Danny developed a crush on Damian and Damian developed a crush on Danny, but neither noticed.

Options:

1. Danny had a long standing admiration/crush on Red Robin and thats why he's a fan with so much merch

2. Danny thought Damian was Red Robin and thats why he has all the stuff

3. Phantom and Red Robin are exes who never really dated but got close enough to count.

4. Phantom and Red Robin did date but it ended after some time shenanigans erased everything in that timeline and since Phantom had the time medallion infused into him by his evil alternate future self he remembered everything that technically never happened but Tim didn't remember anything and Danny just decided to let Tim go so he could be happy

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Ninjavember 2023 Days 1-5

check out the cool cheese @evilspiritweek who is hosting this year Ninjavember

[transformer-hardlyknowher]

Starscream week day 3 betrayal/deception

As the war raged on, Starscream gained a reputation as being "traitorous" among both sides of the war. But how does one gain such a reputation?

Well, he was charismatic, often said before the war that he wasn't a fighter, and, since he was technically leader of Cybertron, he was trusted.

So he'd convince groups of Autobots to follow him, and he'd lead them into traps, ambushes, and sometimes directly into a decepticon base, where they'd be arrested.

Though, usually, he'd just deal with the groups himself, with the help of his brothers.

And even as the war continued, and his reputation for being untrustworthy grew, there was always a few autobots with a bit to much hope, that fell for the trick.

[i-eat-mold]

I don’t post my ocs that often but drawing her always feels like home

Also I’ve been looking through my old stuff and the first drawing of her I made… it haunts me…

God I think I was like 13??? What the fuckkkk

[wttcsms]

going to sleep early, but the two drabbles i ended up working on!!!! so close to finishing, i have the full idea, just need to write it down <3333 (these r very easy to write bc they're drabbles so once it reaches 2k, im clicking post LMAO)

"if his filthy hands touch you again, i'll kill him" with kita (nsfw) — yakuza au, will be connected to this kinktober fic for him, forced relationship, possessive sex, babytrapping [currently 900 words, est. 2k when completed]

"i would never hurt you. you know that right?" with rin itoshi (nsfw) — royal au, princess!reader x king!rin, isagi's sister!reader, rin goes 2 war for ur pussy (he's literally insane but we're rolling with it), he literally kills your betrothed in front of ur fucking face and while his hands are covered in your would-be husband's blood, he still reaches for you, dubcon [currently 500 words, est 2k when completed]

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Rent is a terrible musical and Jason will not be the first person in Gotham to voice this opinion

it's a musical that while having the backdrop of the story being about revolution against an upper class that refuses to make anyone uncomfortable. The status quo is not rocked so people with money can still relate.

The entire character cast are assholes, even the kindest of the main cast still murdered a dog and sang a catchy tune and had no remorse afterwards.

the show never really goes anywhere, character 's don't change and frankly don't care to.

It idealizes drug use and being poor, while there is a subplot for the homeless, there is no care shown for them and kind of implies a choice to be homeless.

That being said he was in the main cast as angel.

Jason is a hypocrite but is well aware of the fact unlike the rest of his family.

He doesn't choose the musical, the director did, and when he had a role time seems to slow down.

Being a vigilante, everything is fast paced, you need to get ducks in a row before one of the ducks takes out an third of the alley.

But to be able to shelf that mindset, even if only for the rehearsals it was nice.

That being said, artistic liberality is a thing.

To hell with angel going into the light peacefully, it ain't right for someone dying of a disease that can be treated.

If you wanted a show about romanticizing dying from a disease than you should go to the opera they tried to be with La bohème and tuberculosis.

No Jason is going to lasso his rage and put a pretty mask on it until he feels the need to put his own twist on a scene.

[astrum-aetherium]

lots of inappropriate thoughts surrounding a certain henry winter but the one that sticks out to me the most is cockwarming while he’s studying. can u imagineeee. he’s just a little too preoccupied to fuck you but he’ll let you sit on it as long as you stay still. this is, of course, a hopeless cause as you’ll grow squeamish but he’ll hold your hips to keep you steady for as long as necessary until boom! crazy hot sex

before i entertain this wondrous thought, i would like to extend the invitation for you to continue frequenting my inbox with prompts as great as this one. i’m jaw-dropped. goddd.

he would absolutely resort to a scenario such as this one due to his studies simply posing a greater priority — he’s too determined and work-oriented to succumb to allurements all too often. to you, however, that would translate as unbearable, however lasciviously so — he would mount you on himself, expecting you to simply still with him hot and snug inside you, giving hearty pulsations every now and again. you don’t know who on earth could handle this much whilst remaining motionless — you would have to count out each passing second in anticipation of your liberation. and unfairly, he would take his sweet time, too — reading, researching, writing, translating, and whatnot; occasionally giving stirs that would nudge his tip against places so sweetly pleasurable and so clandestine that you wouldn’t many options left but to issue agitated whimpers.

“everything all right?” he’d ask indifferently, and yet you’d be able to discern a note of thrill in his tone. he would be all too well-aware of your frenzied state as well as the effect each slight movement of his has upon you. in spite of it all, he would consciously divert his focus back to work anyway — even if you’d call out to him by name, pleading and whining for him to mercy you. you’d resort to shifting around in your seat, spurned on by him stretching you so amply and being situated so deeply you would simply prance along the realm of disintegration, entranced.

“behave, please,” he would request of you in response, kindly at first, though with the premise of becoming more stern upon another portrayal of misbehavior. after you’d settled back in to your rooted position, he’d reassuringly add, “soon.” he would free one of his hands, then, and attach it to your hips in order to retain you in place were you to disobey his orders again. his grip would be unflinching yet gentle upon your flesh, and you’d keep your arms hooked around his shoulders and legs drawn into yourself upon the chair, face sweltering from how flushed you’d become. it would be purely impossible to survive — pure torture.

until, of course, he would finally set an end to the cruelty of it all by concluding his studies. that’s when his other hand would shift upon your hips, and he would start guiding you — painfully slowly and nowhere near enough — up and down his length. you’d yelp for him to give you more, and he wouldn’t have many choices but to do so — he’d lift you into the air and carry you to the bedroom, where, according to this prompt, he would fuck you as hotly and as hardly as you had been fantasizing about whilst painstakingly waiting for him to find the right moment for it. he would call you sweet names yet simultaneously poke slight fun at your desperation; how badly you always seem to want him — without a single complaint or retort, you’d take him, grateful that you got to in the first place. after all that horrifyingly long dallying, it’s all you’d deserve and need.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 270

Wing Au? Wing Au. 

But see, ecto-contamination has an effect on those of Amity Park, even more so after their temporary stint into the Zone itself. They were there for hours, if not more, that has an effect on things. It’s like suddenly being transported in the middle of the sight of a nuke, there’s no way you aren’t getting irradiated. 

So their wings might start to… mutate a bit. Just shift and adjust here and there, grow bigger than how they should, with how flight had been lost so long ago. Some now covered in a waxy sheen, others bioluminescent, more with flickers of scales like moths. Others even further changed, the tops opening into maws, eyes blinking amidst feathers, leaves growing from bone like it’s a branch. 

And the Outside remains oblivious beyond the shields, unaware of the rising anger behind it as instincts of predators are returned and brought anew. Where the dead and the living meld into something new. Something Other to what they once were. 

And the GIW are starting to become concerned with how the things inside are searching for a way out. It… might be time to ask for assistance. 

[ma-du]

DC x MCU Au

Peter: Mr. Stark, look! I made a new friend! *lifts Damian Wayne like a long cat*

Damian:

Tony: HOLY MOTHER OF...! GET IT OUT! THIS THING HAS RABIES PETER, GET IT OUT!

Peter: But Mister Stark! New friend! Look, he even does the thing!

What Peter see:

What Tony see:

Tony, almost crying: please someone get this thing out of here....

Meanwhile...

Jason: .... Why do I feel like I've been validated as fuck right now?

Dick, lifting a half asleep Tim like a long cat: what?

Jason: Nah, it must be nothing. Has anyone seen the Demon Spawn? I want to pick him up like a rabid cat.

[idiototheinternet]

These are all things that make me go FERAL to think about my ships and my partner and I doing

The 3 most popular ill draw fanart for with one of the ships chosen in a different poll

(btw I'm getting really into Danganronpa bc of my partner @addi-the-boxhead524 )

[zappedbyzabka]

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[professional-termite]

winning at death by ai by telling it "you cant do that thats homophobic" and, in one memorable case, changing my screen name from "I DONT EVEN LIKE DREAM" to "I LOVE DREAM"