#hunger prompt

[vvvoxal]

under appreciated scenario: hungry kisses, but one of them is actually hungry. They make out with their romantic interest or partner and it's a bit out of character for them, and when questioned about it their stomach growls, answering for them.

[casingofthegang]

Can we talk about characters who recently don't have a lot of chance to eat, started remembering the good times where they wouldn't worry about their next meal as their stomach growls painfully and pathetically, reminding them that those times were in such a distance path

Will someone come to their rescue?

[hungrytummyprompts]

Hi, sorry, I’m really nervous about interacting so I hope I don’t come across as rude or anything. Do you have any ideas for romantic hunger scenarios, preferably on the sfw side or revolving around one of the partners being a musician? Thank you ever so much.

Aight so, I've played around with my musician OCs a bunch before for hunger stuff so here's hoping I can come up with something good that's also romantic!

A having such a packed schedule they don't get a moment to eat. If they're famous in this scenario it could be a packed schedule of work, meet and greets, photos, deals, interviews, tour performances, etc etc. Maybe their tummy growls during some of these fan meetings or interviews. Regardless, they end up stumbling home starved and exhausted and just want to curl up and sleep. Their sweetheart, B, greets them with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek, and when they hear poor A's stomach groaning ravenously they know that tummy needs care, be it tummy rubs, a good meal or a wee bit of teasing.

Being too nervous to eat before a date, love confession or proposal. Tummy rats you out to your SO at the most embarrassing moment possible.

A goes to B's first concert to support them from the crowd. Maybe A is too excited to eat and it's a pretty small turnout or a little makeshift, and their belly is loud, so at least they can hear it over the music at times. Or perhaps the issue is B has been too nervous to eat, and during a break in songs their tummy growls loud enough to be picked up by the mic. When they meet up after, they get to have a little date night with their grumbly tummies.~

[brettshepsky]

From another room in the house, you hear your friend/SO/roommate watching TV in the living room, clearly with the volume turned up to max. You figure it's a nature documentary based on how loud the sounds are of what you assume are lions/tigers roaring. You walk in and ask them to lower the volume, but find out they're watching a cooking show. Turns out it was their belly making those noises all along.

[hungrytummythings]

Thinking about A holding B captive for weeks and barely feeding B. Eventually B is so starved that their stomach stops growling and they stop feeling hungry. B boasts to A that they aren’t even hungry anymore so there is no way A is gonna get the information from them since A has no more leverage.

A looks at B’s caved tummy and realizes there is no way B’s body didn’t want food, it just wasn’t sending hunger cues.

A smirks and comes bag with a big plate of warm food. B’s stomach growls louder than ever and B feels how starved they actually are. B’s tummy is desperate with hunger, demanding the food that is finally so close.

A sits next to a restrained B and dramatically eats the plate of food. Several times A even pretends they are giving B a forkful but pulls it a way at the last second. B’s poor belly roars extra loud after every fake out.

B whines as their painfully empty tummy begs them to tell A everything, it can’t take this much longer.

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[ilmarisart]

my singular inktober this year and it's them

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Caught Between Your Teeth (DPxDC prompt)

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Its a well known fact that ghosts are not human. Any Amity Park resident would be able to tell you that, even without the ectobiologists shouting it from their questionably legal tank of a car.

Danny Fenton is no exception, and really, he shouldn't be as surprised as he is.

Unlike the living, ghosts need ectoplasm to substantiate themselves. It could easily be found within the plants that litter the ghost zone, but like any ecosystem, there is variety.

Some ghosts are able to subsist off of simple grasses. Others prefer the fruit and leaves from flowering bushes. Some ghosts even strip the bark from trees to suck the ectoplasmic sap out from within their trunks.

But other ghosts are not meant to eat the plants at all. These ghosts with their sharpened teeth and claws are predators. Unable to extract the ectopalsm they need from plant life, they instead take it from other ghosts. Some are able to get by without ending their chosen prey, sucking out just enough ectoplasm to get by like a parasite. Others rip and tear into ghostly flesh and lap up the spilled ectoplasm until their quarry is no more.

Since his accident, Danny has become quite adept at catching stray blob ghosts, but they simply aren't cutting it anymore. The odd ectopuss didn't quell the hunger either. After the animal based ghosts failed to satisfy him, Danny was slapped with the realization.

Danny may be half ghost, but he is also half human.

Ghosts are not human.

He is so hungry.

Even now in his human form, Danny can feel the ribs poking through his sides. The shaking of his arms has yet to subside. He doesn't know if its from the gnawing in his stomach or adrenaline.

He can't put it off anymore. He needs to eat. But even though it's a fundamental need for survival his obsession tugs at him in protest. He needs to eat, but he needs to protect too.

He can't stay in Amity Park. That much is certain. The citizens of Amity Park are out of the question, and while the GIW started off as bumbling idiots, they have been getting smarter. He can't subsist off of them, especially with how weak he is in his starved state.

Danny is smart. Surely he can find a food source if he is clever about it. He just needs to flush them out like a cat after a rat. Or maybe he doesn't need to flush them out at all. Maybe he can lure them in like peanut butter in a trap.

His legs shake as he stands from his crouch. As he rises he licks the blood from his claws. Danny stares at what remains of the white suit, it's drying tatters stained crimson.

Yes. If he puts himself in the right positon the vermin will waltz right into his waiting claws, and with her filthy streets and dark corners, where better to find a rat than Gotham.

[vvvoxal]

"so much for breakfast", they sighed as their stomach growled.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film, adjust as necessary

if you die, and i live, i'd have nothing. nobody else that i care about.

it's different for you. your family needs you.

you have to live. for them.

nobody needs me.

i do. i need you.

how does that sound?

what if we set your backyard on fire?

he can't hurt me. there's no one left that i love.

remember who the real enemy is.

we got married... in secret.

we want our love to be eternal.

we've been luckier than most.

i just wanted to say that i didn't know [name]. i only spoke to him once.

he could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy.

that's a debt i'll never be able to repay.

she wasn't just my ally. she was my friend.

i couldn't save her. i'm sorry.

you guys look amazing.

so what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?

i wasn't talking to you.

will you unzip?

thanks. let's do it again sometime.

the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

what's your favorite color?

now you've stepped over the line.

see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

you have been our mission from the beginning.

the plan was always to get you out.

people are looking to you, [name].

you've given them an opportunity. they just have to be brave enough to take it.

we have seen a lot of tears here tonight.

you are angry. tell me why.

i'm getting totally screwed over here.

now you wanna kill me again.

nobody decent ever wins the games.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there's no winners.

love is weird.

i would love to borrow that outfit someday.

you look pretty terrifying in that get-up.

i outgrew them.

any secrets worth my time?

unfortunately, i think that's true.

i'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding.

i'm really not in the mood for a lecture.

you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow.

there's more than that. you just don't want to tell me.

make him pay for it.

any last advice?

stay alive.

she's committed, i'll give her that.

you saved my life. you gave me a chance.

fear does not work as long as there is hope.

you were dead. your heart stopped.

how rude of them.

eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

we're a team, aren't we?

i am truly sorry.

you both deserved so much better.

i don't want to be with anyone else in there. just you.

that's what i want.

no waving and smiling this time.

i want you to look straight ahead as if the audience and this whole event are beneath you.

that should be easy.

be careful. it's a force field up there.

i think these games are gonna be different.

i guess we're not holding hands anymore.

i don't care about any of them.

i'm here to drink.

you know and i know there's only one person walking out of here, and it's gonna be one of us.

i get to say goodbye.

they will kill us.

whatever game you think you're playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

i don't want you to get hurt.

so how do you like the party?

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

you don't want to shoot her.

how about i shoot both of you?

get them out of here.

[perigilpin]

And i’ll be your puckish puppeteer on this delightful little detour

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Hunger Ghost Games

Dpxdc Prompt #2

There were two facts of life death that had led Danny to where he was now.

Ghosts loved fighting

There was no such thing as time in the ghost zone

And it was because of these two facts Danny was now apparently both participating and hosting an afterlife version of The Hunger Games.

A big part of ghost culture was fighting and because time didn't really work per say in the zone they couldn't really host an annual fighting tournament or anything of the sort (they had tried, but no one had shown up at the right place at the right time). So instead it was decided anytime a big event happened in the ghost zone a fighting tournament (nicknamed The Fight) would follow it. The only person who had a guaranteed spot was the one hosting it, which would be decided by a vote some point closely following the event.

The defeat of Pariah Dark certainly counted as a big event and of course the denizens of the infinite realms wanted their new king to host it.

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Danny now had to select 9 other ghosts to duke it out for the entertainment and morale of his citizens or face the wrath of every ghost who selected him to host only for him to not do it.

He decided the best way for him to decide who was going to face him was a random draw. It was, according to Clockwork, "A great honor to be chosen to participate in the The Fight and while Danny could select anyone he wanted, random selection would be the best way to do it without stepping on any toes."

So Danny got a hat with the name of everyone in every universe that had ever died in it and drew the names while being televised all over the zone. Man being dead just kept on getting crazier.

"...and our last participant is Jason Todd!" Danny said before he cut the recording and let out a sigh.

"Now I just have to pick a place in the zone and fight 9 other ghosts till only one of us is left, can't be too hard."

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Danny was suprised when one of the ghosts standing around the cornicopia (because of course he had to have one, The Fight just screamed hunger games to him) looked surprisingly human and very surprised to be there.

Jason was extremely concerned to find himself teleported out of Crime Ally in the middle of patrol and being told he had 1 minute before he had to fight ghosts (because apparently ghosts existed???) to the death. At least he had his guns with him, though he didn't know how well they'd do against intangible targets.

[hungrytummyprompts]

An immortal being decides to stop eating anything since they can't die anyway only to realize that the pain that comes with hunger is kinda sucks

'Maybe this was a mistake' they think as they lay flat out with their stomach howling painfully. They don't remember when they last bothered to eat, but man is starving way more painful than they expected considering it can't even kill them. Damn body, what's even the point of immortality if you still have all those silly mortal needs?

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

Hayffie Week 2025

Day 2: Young Hayffie

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[stars-obsession-pit]

A black-haired, amnesiac teen comes to in an alleyway, hunched over an unearthly shadow.

There’s something in his mouth. Instincts kick in, and he chomps down, shattering the item. Whatever it was, its shards rapidly melt into a burst of liquid, and the shadow below him dissolves away with a shrill screech. He instinctively swallows the fluid, and it burns like acid down his throat. From it, a strange warmth suffuses through his whole being.

Something clicks in his head.

Jason Todd. His name is Jason Todd. He’d forgotten that, before.

He coughs. A few drops of the liquid spatter onto the ground, briefly illuminating the pavement in a vivid green glow before rapidly evaporating into the air.

He pushes himself to his feet shakily, leaning against the wall beside him for support while he catches his breath.

What the hell happened to him? What had he just eaten?

His recent memories were still muddled, feeling instinctual rather than logical. Not quite human. His older memories were still clear though, providing a bit more insight.

And the most recent of those memories was of… pain.

A timer ticking down. Trying to escape. Hoping desperately to be saved. Getting neither. The bomb going off.

He’d died.

He’d died.

Yet here he was. Alive, if disoriented. In an alley, not a warehouse.

After a couple more minutes of pulling himself together, Jason pushes off the wall and starts to walk towards the end of the alleyway. He has to find a way to contact Bruce. He’ll know what to do, surely.

[ashyblondwaves]

How about Katniss starting to flirt again like she did at the quell chariots and finally getting to fluster Peeta for once.

Aww I love this! Thank you for sending it in! Here to go :)

Bloom

The kitchen smells of cinnamon and warmth. Like safety after a lifetime of uncertainty. I’m kneading another batch of flour and dough, sleeves rolled up above my elbows, when I hear Katniss enter the kitchen.

I know she thought she was being quiet, padding in while I’m occupied, but I know she’s there. Anyone else may not have heard her, but after two stints in the arena and time being poked and prodded by the Capitol, my ears are always on high alert. 

The first batch of cinnamon bread just came out of the oven, golden and split at the top, and I’m slicing it carefully, more for the rhythm than for any actual reason, when she speaks up. 

“You know,” Katniss says from behind me, “if your plan is to fatten me up, it’s working.”

I flinch, not because she startled me, I always know when she’s around. It’s more in the way that she says it. Light. Teasing. Almost… playful?

I glance over my shoulder. She’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, hair messy in a way that makes her look impossibly soft. She’s watching me with that unreadable expression of hers that she wears like an armor, but there’s a glint in her eye. Something new. Or maybe something old that I haven’t seen in far too long. 

“I, uh…�� I blink, trying not to fumble the knife. “You haven’t been eating much. I thought maybe this would help.”

“It’s helping,” she says, her lips twitching. 

I stop slicing. Just… stop. Because now, I can’t tell if this is just her being kind, or if it’s something else. My brain scrambles for solid ground and lands on, Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Definitely don’t blush.

“If… if that’s a request,” I stammer, focusing on the loaf in front of me. “I’ll keep making it.” 

She walks toward me. Not quickly. Just enough that I can hear the quiet tap of her socked feet on the wood floor and feel my pulse jump. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing the counter, and for one second I think she’s going to touch my hand.

She doesn’t, but the space between us feels thinner. Warmer. 

“It might be a bribe,” she says, and she’s closer now. She’s close enough that I can see the faint constellation of freckles on her nose, the ones I used to draw in my head back in the Capitol to remind myself what home looked like, before they took that away from me, too. 

“A bribe?” I asked, my throat feeling suddenly' dry. “For what?”

“Guess you’ll have to keep baking to find out,” She says, and shrugs like she’s bored, but the corner of her mouth lifts.

My heart skips. It actually skips, then starts hammering against my chest. For a second, I’m scared I might pass out into the cinnamon bread. 

“Katniss,” I say, setting the knife down because my hands are starting to shake. “Are you… are you flirting with me?” It comes out too fast. Too breathless and eager. 

She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t look away. 

“I’m trying to,” she says, her volume a little lower, like she might be embarrassed now. 

And I don’t know what to do with that. My brain stutters, trying to reboot, because I thought she was gone. I thought whatever we had before the war had been buried under ash and fear and everything we never said.

“Okay,” I say quietly, a smile forming. I see her shoulders relax, and it gives me the courage to flirt back. “Try harder.”

She blinks at that. Try harder. She wasn’t expecting me to push back. She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Okay,” she says, after a beat. “Then maybe I’ll help you taste-test the next batch.”

“Yeah?” I ask, genuinely intrigued on where she’s going with this. 

“Yeah.” She looks down at the bread, then up at me again. “I like it best warm. Fresh out of the oven.”

She’s not talking about the bread. I know that much.

And just like that, something shifts. Not loudly, and not with fireworks. But like a door clicking open, soft and sure.

She reaches past me, takes a slice of bread from the cutting board, and tears off a corner with her fingers. Before she eats it, she glances up and adds, almost shyly, “You can sit with me. If you want.”

I nod, already moving to grab the tea I’d forgotten I steeped.

“I always want,” I say.