#prompt: chain

[tallbluelady]

The trust they felt for each other allowed them to explore the darker parts of their psyches. The chains just made it fun.

[yearofgratsu2025]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Protectiveness, Chains, Anger, Panic Attacks Series: Part 4 of weeks, months, and challenges 2025, Part 2 of Year of Gratsu 2025 Summary:

Gray and Natsu wake up after an ambush from a dark guild

[cameronsbabydoll]

scc!reader tagging along to the gym with scc!rafe after their first baby 𐙚⋆.˚

warnings: condescending behavior, postpartum depression, belittling

you hear the garage door open before you even make it down the stairs.

rafe’s already in his gym clothes, car keys dangling from his fingers, the shaker bottle in his other hand filled with some dark green protein mess. he’s got that usual morning scowl on, the one you used to think was hot, but lately just makes your stomach twist.

you’re standing barefoot by the kitchen counter, still in your soft pajama shorts and nursing tank, your hair barely brushed, baby monitor humming beside you. but you’ve been planning this — all morning. waiting for the perfect time.

“wait,” you call out softly, slipping your feet into your tennis shoes, “can i come with you?”

he pauses at the door, glancing back. “to the gym?”

you nod. already going to grab your water bottle, your tote bag. you'd put on your new workout set after the last feed, light pink and snug — something small and girlish, just to feel like yourself again. it’s your first time leaving the baby for more than ten minutes. you thought maybe… he’d be happy to have you along.

instead he gives you that look. the one that scrunches his brows and flattens his mouth, like he doesn’t want to argue but also doesn’t want to deal with whatever this is.

“you sure?” he asks, but not kindly. “you looked dead tired this morning.”

you fumble with your zipper. “i just wanna get out for a little. move around. i haven’t— i mean, i think it’ll help.”

“you gonna cry if i say no?” he says with a smirk, like it’s a joke, but it isn’t funny. not to you.

you freeze at the doorway, blinking fast, heart beating in your ears. “i won’t get in the way.”

he sighs and starts walking toward the garage again. “you comin’ or not? i’m not gonna be late ‘cause you forgot somethin’.”

you trail after him, cheeks hot, throat tight, stomach still sore from the c-section scar that hasn't quite healed right. and when you finally settle into the passenger seat — fresh-faced, trying to be chatty, knees pressed together — he’s already adjusting the rearview mirror, sipping his drink.

“you bringin’ that cute lil’ baby dumbbell again?” he mumbles.

you pause. “it’s… it’s three pounds.”

“real intense workout,” he murmurs. smirking like it’s sweet. like it’s nothing.

you don’t answer. you just turn your head toward the window, watching the houses blur past. your chest hurts — with the ache of all the things you haven’t said since the baby came. how you’re only twenty-three. how you’re still just a girl. how your whole life used to be ballet and iced coffees and pinterest boards, and now it’s feeding schedules and pumping bras and being told to “rest” while your husband gets to leave.

you grip the edge of the seat as he turns sharply into the gym lot. you want to ask if he’s embarrassed of you. if he didn’t think you’d be soft like this. if he wishes you stayed the way you were before. but your voice gets lost somewhere behind your lips.

“don’t pout,” he mutters, nudging your thigh. “you wanted to come.”

you nod. blinking fast. lips trembling as you unbuckle.

you follow him inside, smaller than you used to be, somehow, even in your new leggings and matching top. the gym is bright and cold and full of mirrors — and you look like a girl pretending not to cry. like a wife pretending to belong.

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

Art prompt! One of the other Link's fierce deity form

Uh so I may have gone a bit overboard 😅

Enjoy my Fierce Deity headcanons for the Chain

EDIT: FUCK I FORGOT LEGEND

I think the Mask has some common traits regardless of who wears it (everyone gets a middle part lmao) but I think the style of the face tattoos should shift for the person.

Warriors: I tried to emulate some of the Celtic-knot-adjacent details in his outfit and yes he keeps the scarf

Wild: I leaned into Zonai elements cause what a flawless aesthetic

Wind: His markings are related to King of Red Lion’s teeth

Legend: Definitely could wear the mask, too smart to actually put it on

Additional note: when I say “cannot wear�� I mean that they cannot use the powers of Fierce Deity. The mask is just a mask if they try to wear it.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whumpee chained to a post outside by Whumper in front of their crew — to be made an example of. Hands taut behind them, chains around their neck and waist, feet shackled. In nothing but their undergarments.

Now Caretaker who’s undercover within Whumper’s group, has no choice but to watch from a distance as their Whumpee suffers through a long cold night of wind and rain.

[clori-eden]

Legend: Not funny old man! Give me back my rod!

Time: Who knew you scare so easily? You got to be more aware of your surroundings.

Yet another drawing I did for the Weekly Prompt on LU Discord featuring Time once again. I wanted to show his more playful side and what isn't more fun then a bit of harmless teasing at our local Veteran. 😂

I've said on a previous post I'd share some of my WIP screenshots for some drawings that I felt showed a huge contrast in progress. I especially loved how the lineart came out for this one.

[whump-in-the-closet]

a disorientated whumpee at a party with whumper's arm uncomfortably thrown over their shoulder. Whumper’s fingers ghost over the curve of their throat, dipping along the scars on their exposed neck.

There's a spiraling fear that they can't quite name-- they're losing themself in this nightmare of insinuating whispers.

The music is pounding and Whumpee can feel it in their teeth.

Whumper pulls them into a dark corner to push a drink up to their lips. "Your friends are coming," Whumper's voice is low, it's calm, it's measured, and Whumpee's skin crawls. "You're going to tell them you want to stay with me."

"No--"

"Or one of them will take your place."

[puppetmaster13u]

Idk I just had the intrusive idea of the JL or some hero investigating the GIW or some other group with suspicions of them keeping merfolk or similar what with the giant tanks and what's shown in their paper trails over the years.

Only for Big Ass realms naga to swim by the observation window in the water.

From top to bottom, left to right: Valerie, Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Danny, Ellie & Dan

Like I am saying 30ft (9.1m) at the least from head to tail, probably bigger in giant rooms. And like, visibly has been there for a while. Like the GIW have been studying them as the only available specimens after they hypothetically destroyed the portals.

The GIW is the ghost investigation ward after all, not extermination. Though that doesn't mean they're exactly treated the best either- more akin to something like a snake or crow, like semi-intelligent animals like dolphins, chained to make taking samples & dragging them from the ecto-infused waters easier.

And maybe they're a little feral, muzzles on save for feedings preventing them from talking, if they even remember how to make noises that aren't in the words of the Zone anymore.

Maybe they've convinced themselves that it could be worse, they could've been killed like Vlad, like an animal that had bit too much, over and over. Maybe they've convinced themselves that this isn't so bad, even if they're treated less than human, even if they've not seen the sun for who knows how long now.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Design Thoughts?

-Metal Core Valerie, her scales are literally made from it, in blacks and reds like molten gemstones. Her scales are sharp too, designed for easily cutting through stone. Lots of spikes that glow when channeling energy.

-Plant Core Sam, scales designed for plant seeds to catch hold and take root not unlike a sloth's fur, hiding the sharp thorn-like ones lining her backside. Also, acid. Blacks, greens, and flashes of bright purples & greens that hint at the poisonous nature

-Storm Core Tucker, very thick scales designed for going through the sand with side spikes that help channel electricity. Has both a rattle and a pair of stingers that could hypothetically 'plug in' to things as well. Some of the most bioluminescence of the group.

-Ocean Core Jazz, she is the most aquatically designed out of all of them, with lures all across her body that mimics the lights reflecting off water, tricking the mind from noticing her. Large carp-like scales and several rows of teeth. Lots of blues in coloration with hints of oranges & yellows like a sunrise at the sea

-Space Core Danny, with large amounts of spikes and 'vents' that cover him in an aurora if he were free. Spikes with their own miniature gravity forces, twisting the area around him as he moves. Black iridescence & swirling white-blue patterns like galaxies are painted across his body

-Moon Core Ellie, covered in fine needle-esque scales not unlike how actual moondust is. Very rough like sandpaper and a fin that mimics the tail of a comet tinted ecto-green. Mostly monotone colors otherwise.

-Sun Core Jordan, with similar vents to Danny but with flames and plasma. Thick fur at the end of his tail not unlike how Vlad's was, with thick scales that allow for swimming through molten material that could melt anything and anyone else. Blacks, whites, blues, almost like white-hot coals

[cameronsbabydoll]

I AM SO OBSESSED W SCC RAFE YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!! could you write something about scc reader overheard someone saying that rafe is cheating? maybe they said rafe was checking someone else out. and scc just assumed it was right and swallowed it because she never questions rafe but he noticed she’s putting up distance between them and the kids also noticed then how would he react? I LOVE ME SOME GOOD ANGST

cw: mentions of cheating but it’s not true also use of the word “bitch” by rafe

you weren’t even supposed to hear it.

just passing by — holding your baby’s bottle in one hand, laundry basket tucked against your hip — when you heard it. rafe’s name. a hushed laugh. something like, “he was totally looking at her ass.”

you froze.

you didn’t ask. you didn’t say anything. you just swallowed it down. like everything else.

because you never ask rafe questions like that. you never pry. never accuse. and if he was? what would you even do?

so you just… started pulling back. gently. subtly.

you didn’t sit close on the couch that night. didn’t text him during the day like you usually do. didn’t even say anything when he came home late again. just smiled a little. nodded. said “okay.”

but he noticed. immediately.

“what’s with you?”

you shook your head. “nothing.”

“you’re actin’ different.”

you waved him off. “i’m fine, rafe. really.”

and the kids noticed too. especially your daughter — perched on the arm of the couch while you fed her baby brother, frowning as she whispered, “mommy, why didn’t you wait for daddy to come home tonight?”

rafe hears her. his jaw sets.

he doesn’t say anything right away. but his eyes don’t leave you.

and eventually—when you’re folding towels in the bedroom, trying to keep it together—he steps in, shuts the door behind him, and says, low and sharp,

“what the fuck did you hear?”

you blink. flinch. try to shake your head again, but he’s already walking toward you.

“you’ve been off all week. won’t even look at me. won’t touch me. won’t let me near you. so tell me what the fuck happened.”

“…someone said you were looking at another woman.”

you say it so quietly. like it hurts to admit. like you already convinced yourself it was true.

and that pisses him off.

“you think i’d cheat on you?”

“…i don’t know.”

“you think i’d throw away all of this for some random bitch at the bar?”

you look down. your throat feels tight.

and his voice drops—less angry now, more sharp and hurt.

“so that’s all it takes? some nobody says somethin’ and now you don’t trust me?”

you whisper, “i didn’t want it to be true.”

and that’s what stops him.

because your voice cracks on want, and your hands are shaking as you fold the last towel, and he can see it now—how scared you are to even ask him if it was true.

he exhales through his nose. jaw clenched.

and then he’s pulling the towel out of your hands, tossing it on the bed, dragging you into his arms. wrapping you up even when you go stiff.

“if i wanted someone else, i wouldn’t have married you.”

he grips your chin, makes you look up.

“don’t you ever let someone get in your head like that again. you hear me?”

you nod. still a little unsure. still holding back.

but when he kisses you — slow and firm and low against your lips — you feel your knees go soft again.

[whump-galaxy]

“Are all those chains really necessary? They can’t move as it is.”

“They needed to learn some respect. If they’re well behaved, maybe I’ll let you remove a few.”

[maesonc-artistic-adventures]

For the art prompts: LU Warriors and HW Impa hanging out?

Oh my gosh yes absolutely!

I feel like Warrior’s learned his signature scruffing technique from HW Impa

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee's wrists are chained to the ceiling, only their toes can touch the ground. They tried to kick whumper when they walked past; they were successful once.

Once.

Now their feet are tethered to the ground at perfect length to not let them lift a knee. 

Whumper take joy standing just out of length and watching them try. 

[m5or]

I love the fannon that Time calls Twi "Pup" as an affectionate, playful nickname and tease. continuing that train of thought.. I think that there is this golden opportunity when Time fully realizes that Twilight is his descendant by blood. The thought would cross his mind that possibly Twi is named after him, HIM. As of now, he is Link Sr, and I think that would be a soft spot for Time's heart. Link Sr has a Link Jr. Seeing as they use their shared name LINK for something that absolutely demands attention. Link Sr would call out "Link Jr" with the same energy as a parent saying your full name. Wind smugly "Oooh you're in trouble" I can believe that is how he told Malon that they have a descendant "Hey guess what, I am Link Sr now. Yes, we have a Jr, it's one of these boys. Guess which one it is".

[luxustextbox]

axel coming back from castle oblivion

source

[whumporama]

Whumpee’s wrists being bound together, suspended by a chain above their head. Their fingers clinging desperately to the links, as if grasping the cold metal could somehow ease the pain. With no other outlet for the agony coursing through them, they held on tighter, trying to find relief in the only thing they could hold.

[loreleiloon]

Remember, nothing says "I love you" more than Caretaker helping Whumpee do menial tasks because Whumpee's bound limbs don't let them get very far.