#prompt: pick your poison

[serickswrites]

The Taste of Your Lips

Warnings: poisoning, loss of consciousness, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker sat with Whumpee on the couch, the two of them sharing a bottle of wine. It was very rare for the two of them to be able to relax like this. It was nice. Whumpee nuzzled closer into Caretaker’s neck. 

“Soft,” they murmured quietly. “So, soft.”

Caretaker wrapped an arm around Whumpee and squeezed. “Only for you.”

Whumpee laughed and drained their glass and pour another. “Want some more, Caretaker?”

Caretaker eyed their still mostly full glass. “I’m good. You keep enjoying it though.” Whumpee was now on their third glass. “You rarely get to relax like this, Whumpee.”

Whump took another big sip and settled back against Caretaker. “’S nice,” they slurred. “Y’r ‘ice, C’errrrr.” 

“Maybe you need to slow down just a bit,” Caretaker said with a smile as they tried to remember what Whumpee had eaten that day. They were liable to forget to feed themself if Caretaker didn’t prompt them repeatedly. Maybe they hadn’t prompted Whumpee enough today. 

“’M finnnnnee,” Whumpee said sleepily. They snuggled deeper into Caretaker’s arms and closed their eyes. 

Caretaker smiled down at Whumpee, glad to see Whumpee finally relaxing. Their phone buzzed on the table in front of them. They didn’t want to move and wake Whumpee. But they worried the phone buzzing would wake Whumpee and the moment would be lost. 

Leaning over carefully, Caretaker answered the ‘Unknown Caller’ call. “Hello?”

“Enjoying my present, Caretaker?” Whumper’s deep purr came over the line. 

“Whumper! What did you?”

“Whumpee didn’t say that the bottle was a gift? Shame. Both of you seemed to enjoy it so.”

Caretaker’s mouth ran dry. “I’m fine.”

“But is Whumpee? You have to drink quite a bit for it to become toxic, Caretaker.”

Caretaker looked down at Whumpee again, heart stopping as they realized Whumpee was barely breathing. They dropped the phone with Whumper’s laughter echoing in their ears as they tried to rouse Whumpee. 

[federaliszt]

Trapped Under Rubble...

and the water level is rising.

and the building is on fire.

and their worst enemy finds them.

and their phone is four feet away, well out of reach.

and their voice has gone hoarse from yelling for help.

and they can just barely move, wriggling a few feet forward, but when they do, the rubble shifts and ends up crushing them even more painfully.

and they're in so much pain they throw up, and have to just lay there lifelessly next to their own vomit and blood until someone comes to dig them out.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 101

Jaskier and Geralt are meandering as per usual when they overhear someone talking about an elf transport. Geralt doesn't want to draw attention to them, and they're no doubt outnumbered, but his bard is begging for them to do something, and thus do something they will. They creep up on the encampment and through a mixture of Jaskier being stealthy and playing dirty, and Geralt using brute force, a sword, and his signs, they manage to kill or at least down all the enemy men. Jaskier races ahead to the cages under tarps to release the elves, only to gasp in horror. Geralt immediately rushes to see what shocked his bard, only to stare in shock at what he finds when he also peeks under the tarp. It's all children. Only children. They range in age, but the eldest there is hardly eleven years old. They're far from home, and there's no parents in sight. Jaskier turns to look at Geralt with those damned eyes of his, and Geralt sighs. They count the children. Ninety nine in all. They have a caravan of ninety nine children following them. Jaskier stresses they must get to oxenfurt as soon as possible, for he has money stored away there that they can use to afford to feed the children until they find a forever home for them all. But there's still the journey. A tough one, but a one that must be done. And the more Geralt sees Jaskier handling the children, the more often Geralt gets this odd fuzzy feeling in his heart, as if he wants to start a family with this man. Give him a child he can keep, he can sing songs to, and tell stories to, and worry over, that they won't end up giving to an elf refuge at some point. The more Jaskier sees Geralt handling the children, the more Jaskier daydreams of his perfect life with Geralt. One where Geralt settles down, even for just days at a time. Where they have a home together, a life together, a family together, and Geralt loves him. Like that'd ever happen.

[sereia1313]

Voicemail

In celebration of reaching 200 fics on Ao3 (and now that I'm on Spring Break), let's play a game! Send me a line of diolague, and I'll write you a drabble.

Characters/pairings will only be from Inuyasha, which you're welcome to send in as well. If no pairing is indicated, it'll be left up to me. Favs include (but aren't limited to):

Sesshoumaru/Kagome

Inuyasha/Kouga

Inuyasha/Sango

Kouga/Sango

Inukimi/Kagura

Shippou/Souten

Rarepairs are always welcome, so feel free to think outside the box! And friendships/familial relationships can be between anyone. Let's have some fun, shall we?

Thanks for continuing to support my chaos!

[ttheatre-trashh]

Oh yeah well what if I said I finished my first thing for @rtcpickyourpoison week huh??

[justbreakonme]

“I thought…” Whumpee swallowed hard, unable to look up from the floor, “I thought they would have found me by now…”

“Oh honey…” a gentle hand tilted their head up, “They’re not even looking.”

[phlebaswrites]

Pick Your Poison (Drink It In)

Summary:

Tea and coffee are warm.

(But some things are warmer.)

Rating: General Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Hashirama/Uchiha Madara Word Count: 666 (Complete)

Entry for @hashimada-week

Day 1 - July 21: First Impression | Second Love | Reincarnation

Written for @woofgang69 who inspired it.

"Thank you, and please come again!" The bell on the back of the door jingles merrily as the couple exit, hand in hand as they gaze adoringly into each other's eyes, and Hashirama waves them off. Six months after he first introduced them and they're still just as perfectly matched as he knew they would be, Hashirama picks up the cups and silently congratulates himself on his matchmaking skills even as Tobirama rolls his eyes behind the counter.

"After the way you unintentionally insulted them - both of them - I have no idea how you managed to convince them to actually date." Tobirama takes the cups from him and rinses them out before dropping them in the dishwasher. "You're magic, I swear."

Read the rest on AO3.

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

alphabet kink meme

a friend made the joke ~e is for edging and it spiralled into this. have fun!

a is for arms b is for beads c is for clothes d is for dog e is for edging f is for furniture g is for glasses h is for hands i is for ink j is for junk k is for kiss l is for lingerie m is for masturbation n is for nipples o is for overstimulation p is for praise q is for question r is for roleplay s is for senses t is for time u is for underwear v is for virgin w is for wings x is for ‘xoxo gossip girl’ y is for yearn z is for zip

i'm personally going for the 'send me a letter and a pairing and i'll write a drabble' vibe but use this however you like !

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2022

NO. 22 - PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

Contains: noncon drugging, implied hallucinations, briefly referenced needles, implied captivity

One was a hallucinogen, Whumper had said, and one a placebo. They’d made Caretaker pick. Of course they’d tried to pick the hallucinogen for themself, tried to figure out the nearly imperceptible differences between the two syringes so they didn’t subject Whumpee to even more pain. They’re a medical student, after all. They should be able to tell, they should know these things.

But it’s been five minutes, and they’re not feeling any effects yet.

And Whumpee is beginning to whimper.

[lilac-den]

Oo, a poll option!

Just kinda curious - gonna trying write based on a prompt for the OCkiss.

Prompt - Dance

[helluvaslut]

“if anyone is interested, I have a special medical treatment I give patients after hours.”

[savebatsfromscratch]

The Transplantation Was a Success!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42578484

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Summary: Toxic is a strong move, good thing his grandfather and sister were able to teach him that.

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Note: Blue Team Rocket AU. I don’t really know what else to say. 

Cws and Tws: Corruption? I guess? Also being forced to hurt your family.

Words: 819

Prompt: PICK YOUR POISON | Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

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Fic (under the cut):

Blue grit his teeth. His hair came down like the branches of a thorn bush over his eyes, blocking him off from the rest of the world as he struggled with his morals. Behind him was Koga, his hand placed so threateningly light on his shoulder, encouraging him to break every law he had set for himself. Silently forcing him to join him. Join him in the broken horror that was Team Rocket and their attacks.

Blue forced himself to look up, not missing the pleased hum that Koga gave him when he did. His eyes locked on the two people that he was debating the fate of. Their faces were familiar, but Blue forced himself not to think about it. He lied to himself, arguing that there was no way he recognized these people. (How could he, if he was to hurt them.) He’d never even seen them before. (It was the only thing he could believe, when his grandfather and his sister were shaking with fear before him.)

He shifted his arm, feeling the ekans that wound around his neck tighten slightly as a reminder that if he didn’t complete his mission, he might not have another chance to. That made Blue mad, even as he dissociated from the situation. That was how that had phrased it, as if he wanted to complete missions for Team Rocket. As if he wanted to be here, Koga’s hand on his shoulder and eyes on the back of his head. As if he wanted to hurt those he loved.

“Go,” Koga whispered, his voice sounding oddly hungry as he waited for Blue to crumble under the slowly increasing suffocation, “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing,” Blue forced out, finding it hard to speak for more than one reason. (The ekans gave him a hissing laugh.) “Just thinking of the best move to use,” Blue added, “I’ve only got the one Pokemon right now.”

He tried not to look at sister, but her eyes grabbed him. They were large and round and scared. She was begging him not to do this. But what choice did he have? He was quite literally being choked to death by a snake, and the man behind him wouldn’t let him get a step away without throwing some sort of sharp weapon into his back. His choices were kill or be killed, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Mm,” Koga murmured, clearly giving it thought, “I would use a poison move, those are always so much fun to watch.”

Blue forced a nod, trying to unrecognize the two people in front of him. (Two of the most important people that he had ever dealt with.) “Yes, but which one?” He asked, mental noting the way the Ekans lessened its wrap when he had to speak, “I’ve never been a poison trainer before.” (His mind flashed back to what had happened with his team, and he had to blink hard to avoid tears.)

Koga leaned onto him, the stench of grimer growing stronger as the man’s face got closer to his. “Toxic is always a favorite,” he purred, gesturing to the people he cornered like they were particularly juicy steaks, “It always gets a great reaction.”

Blue shuddered. He knew exactly what that move did, and he most certainly didn’t want to use it on a human. Koga glanced over at him, eyes half closed and a smirk firmly rested on his face. Obviously sensing his hesitation, he patted Blue on the back, “How about you use that one then? Your dear ekans friend knows it.” 

Blue nodded, squeezing his eyes shut and blocking out the world. He had to do this. There was no way out of it. He reached for his Pokeball, and without another word, screams filled the room. (Of course time had passed, but Blue couldn’t remember it, even now, just a few moments after it had happened.)

He opened his eyes, seeing his family’s blood (now laced with the horrible scent of Golbat poison) spill out across the floor. They looked terrified, broken-hearted, agonized. And Blue’s chest hurt from the weight of what he had just done.

But worst of all, Blue realized, feeling his heart beat faster in the recognition of the emotion, it felt good. He felt his mouth contort into a horrible smirk as he watched his grandfather and his sister writhe at his feet. The ekans unwound from his neck, slipping back into Koga’s Pokeball as his leader patted him on the shoulder.

“Nice job,” Koga whispered, “I’m glad we were able to come to an agreement on this.” Blue stared at the scene in front of them, and Koga followed his eyes, grinning widely as he watched. “Beautiful,” he breathed, putting his arm around Blue’s waist in an effort to remove him from the room before his morals caught up with him, “Welcome to Team Rocket.”

End of fic notes: Lol this is so rushed sorry.

[teine-mallaichte]

I totally forgot to share this because I'm useless...

For more info about this care see here.

[bxrninglegends]

ooc : just got out of work and kinda wired from all the caffeine. Anyone still up and want to rp?

[anthonyzoxide]

Underratedly silly aspect of creating a fictional story that has canonical relevance to a specific real-life historical event is how, to have this apply to your characters' stories, you have to insert Blorbo from Your Mind into, like, the Titanic. With all those real guys. That or you just make up a fake event that happened to the character, an event which is still under the label of the real-life historical event. & the viewer/reader/etc just isn't supposed to question it.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Dead on main. No trick only treat.

~~Сhildhood friends and deals~~

The Justice League has to summon a ghost from another dimension to address the threat. They don’t know what price the Ghost King will take but there’s little time to bargain. Another spirit threatening them has already seized all the computers on their base. John doesn’t know what else to offer. A summoned ghost starts to look bored. Gold, jewelry? A favor from a member of the League? Like the Ruler of All Dead needs it. No one dares to make another offer, and the King is in no hurry to set out his demands. Maybe try to pull off a soul sale scam?

Suddenly, Red Hood breaks into the hall, walks up to Phantom and shakes his shoulder vigorously. Red Hood: You, get Technus out of here right now. I need access to the files and fast. Phantom: That’s rude, dude. Where did you grow up? in the cave? No "hello, no how are you, Danny", really? Red Hood: I’ll pay the usual price. Phantom: Deal.

What is the price? John sees Batman and gets in his way. The usual price, his guy said. Means Jay was already out of the deal alive and well. This hyperprotective bat would only piss off the ruler if he interfered.

The King quickly deals with his subordinate using a thermos and remains to watch working Hood. Red Hood: What do you want? I’m busy. Danny: You and I have a contract~ Red Hood: All right, all right. Jay throws M&Ms right in the face of the ghost. But king doesn’t look angry. He opens the package and starts sorting the candies by color. Phantom quickly eats up all the green ones and passes the red ones to Hood. Jason takes them without any questions.

Strange. John has never seen a summoned creature share its reward with a human. And the son of a bat looks too comfortable with it. Wait, since when do super-powered beings think that candy is a decent wage?John makes one of the most likely deductions using his experience. Constantine: Batsy, how long has your son been sleeping with the King of Ghosts? Batman: He…what?!

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Dick *knocking at the door*: Little Wing, you hate ectoplasm and everything what is neon green, so why? He’s dangerous! Jason who turned on the music to not listen to his crazy family: ~He’s poison but tasty~

Dick: NoOOoo

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Jason: And now everyone thinks that I sold my virginity to you for a bargain or something, because interdimensional creatures like you aren’t supposed to help for nothing. Like you’re playing favorites. I’m gonna fucking kill John. Danny: Well, I wouldn’t say no to that. Jason: What? Danny: I mean, to k-kill John, yeah. How dare he.. Jason: Omg, you’re still so terrible liar, Fenton.

Danny: Sorry :(

Jason: No. Say it again.

~~~~Twelve years ago~~~~ Maddie wasn’t thrilled to learn that Danny was trying to make friends with Todd’s son. Their neighbor was terrible. And his son was definitely a street rat and probably a juvenile delinquent. Maddie: Danny, honey, there’s got to be a reason this boy is talking to you. Even kids from the crime alley are always looking for a bargain they can make or a fool they can fool. Danny: But Jason is so cool! He knows so much about books and alleys and.. Maddie: But you don’t want to be a fool, do you? Danny: Okay, Mom, I get it.

So, if Danny wants a cool friend, he’s got to offer a bargain.

He didn’t have a lot of pocket money for every month but Jason needed it more anyway. And his lunch that Jack was picking for him was big enough for two and only bitten on Tuesdays. Nice. Jason: Do I understand correctly? You will pay me and give me food, and I, what? Protect you from bullies? Danny: No! I’m not weak, I don’t need to be protected. Just..maybe we could sit together at lunch and walk each other home sometimes? Jason: Nay Danny: But why? You want something else? Jason: Money’s fine but your homemade food is…strange. Danny: I can bring sweets if you want. Jason: Deal. 3 pop tarts for a joint lunch, a party size bag of M&Ms if you waste my time out of school.

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Sometimes they share sweets when they hang out but more often Jayson takes them home to save in case his parents have money problems. Sweets have a long shelf life stored and he may not be afraid to poison himself. Over time, candy becomes their currency and a secret language for all occasions. Need help without unnecessary questions? M&Ms. Problems with learning? Skittles. The question is about family? Snickers. There will be a serious conversation? Pop Tarts.

Jason: One snickers and a pack of gum. Danny: Yeah, Jason? What do you want? Jason: My mom wants to meet my friend. Come to lunch on Sunday. Danny: Okay, you managed to pay for my expensive services. Jason:…and you just lost the gum from the deal.

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Jason threw a package at Danny: Three pop tarts. We need to talk. Danny: All right? Jason: Why are you avoiding me all week?! Danny: Well, it’s just..you’re Wayne now. Jason. Still Todd. And what about that? Danny: You can hang out with the cooler guys now, I didn’t want to embarrass you. Jason: Bullshit! I’m still the street rat, and you’re trying to avoid our contract. me. And I don’t even need money from you anymore. What the hell? I thought you are my friend. Danny: And I am!

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Robin: What’s a schoolboy doing in an alley at night? Danny: Um, I…nothing? Don’t tell my parents, Mr. Robin sir. Robin: It will cost you so many Chunky Bars, you have no idea. Danny:...Jason? Jason: N-no. Danny: Damn yes. What are you doing in green shorts on the street at night?! Jason: Cosplay. Danny: Oh yeah? Then I’m just your hallucination. Don’t hesitate to ghost me. I’m going home, Disgrace In Pixie Boots, bye. Jason: fu%&c$#u