#ff inspo

[ace-writing-about-love]

Prompt #29 “Omega”

Magnus' mother dies during her fourth miscarriage. The woman was unable to give Asmodeus what he wanted. Alphas. his offspring. The only thing she managed to give birth to was Magnus, a weak Omega that he had no use for. When the man returns from the hospital with the death certificate, he says one thing to the boy that destroys his life for many years. "Your mother is dead. From today you take her place." These two short sentences make 16-year-old Magnus Bane his father's property. His omega, the thing that was supposed to give birth to the alpha. A descendant he could proudly introduce to everyone as his offspring. No one even knew about Magnus, so the man had no trouble making him his own.

After a year, Magnus gives birth to his first child, Beta, and names him Raphael and takes care of him as best he can. This is not enough for Asmodeus, however, and as soon as Raphael stops drinking his milk, he takes him again, impregnating him again and again forcing him to give birth to a child. This time it's Alpha. Little Ragnor becomes the only joy in Asmodeus' life. Until he dies under unknown circumstances. Magnus as omega cannot live alone and with two children. As Magnus waits for his father's will to be read, he only learns that the company he was so proud of has been in debt for many years. When he finds out that someone has decided to buy them all, he is afraid of what fate will bring him. He never expected a beautiful young man with a baby on his shoulders. Not those eyes. Not that smile. And he certainly hadn't expected that feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Alexander adopts his youngest brother after the death of his parents. He considers him his. It is definitely easier. More people will believe without question that when he was a teenager he slept with some omega and made a baby than that his very old parents had another offspring just before they died. It is true that Max was already 6 years old, which would mean that he created him as a 15-year-old ... But for most it was the most appropriate age for sex ...

Alec uses his parents' fortune to buy failing companies to rebuild them and give them a new lease of life, buying out all of Asmodeus's (a man who has repeatedly tried to do business with him against Alexander) was a quick, spur of the moment decision. When he finds out that in addition to the company, houses and estate, he also bought an Omega and two children, Alec is scared, but decides to take care of them. He's dealt with Max, how different can caring for other kids be? 

[mybworlds]

I just woke up with an idea for a new ff. I already have three in progress, I know and I will finish 'em, promise.

This idea probably came about after watching a film last night and here is the idea in broad terms for now: the story will take place in the world of George R. R. Martin and will involve a new magical creature and certainly our beloved Prince Oberyn Martell.

[wulvercazz]

👻Spooky💀

They're all out having fun, pretending to be normal teens because what else are they to do after having fought in multiple spirit-world wars? They're still just teenagers to some extent. Except they're also not. Ichigo less than any of them. Someone's taking pictures and suddenly they're all freaking out over the otherworldly glow on Ichigo's eyes.

What the vizards had never bothered to tell him (and he'd never experienced with the arrancar either) was that all hollow eyes reflect light like animals. No matter how human they looked and- well, it seems like Ichigo's got one more thing to hide from his human classmates on top of the fangs and the pointy ears 🫠.

Extra: Ichigo staring in disbelief at yet another inhuman bodily feature he wasn't aware of. =_=

Ichigo now hides from all cameras, afraid the flash will make him look like more of a freak... too bad his friends are fckn insane and now it's become a game to see who can present more and better "cryptid Ichigo" pictures to the group. 🥴✨

[possiblynya]

*Turns ur modern college (strixhaven) campaign into a high fantasy AU*

All the designs were based off of what each party member's class might wear in a stereotypical fantasy/j-rpg. I wonder if people could guess their classes without context 🤔

[intervalart]

Bloodthirst

[iinspos]

x

[rosa-reverie]

🥤Forever Thirsty🥤

[insporp]

(c)

[ohhmuses]

by Brooke Olimpieri.

[ace-writing-about-love]

Prompt #12 “What should we call you?”

What should we call you? As a result of Marcus' peaceful protest, the androids win, the president recognizes that they are a new intelligent life form. During the video conference, however, there is one question none of the androids anticipated: "What do you want to be called from now on?" Connor's answer surprises even himself. "We want to be called people. Just as you divide people into white, American, mulatto or Asian, we want to be another branch of this one branch. We are not so different from each other. We also live, love and work. So we do not want to be treated like someone else, we want to be a part of this community. Call us human even if you have to label us with a label, speak up." 

[endlessinspos]

[jgyapologism]

Mu Qing?! WHAT THE HELL? He rolls his eyes. Of course your first instinct would be to destroy my palace, you asshole. Feng Xin’s voice is angry and panicked in his ear: WHO CARES ABOUT THAT?! Oh, really? FINE— Just for the hell of it, Mu Qing lets out a burst of spiritual energy in retaliation, satisfied when the foundations of the palace around him rattle, earning a few surprised yelps from some nearby deputies when a few adjoining rooms crash inwards. When he turns to glance back at the mirror, there are cracks spider webbing through the glass. Instead of responding in the communication array, Feng Xin — or rather, Feng Xin wearing Mu Qing’s body — bursts through the door, unbothered by the dust and debris outside of his personal chambers. His glare is harsh, but not nearly as harsh as Mu Qing knows his face can be. “What the fuck, Mu Qing?” - or, Mu Qing and Feng Xin wake up in each other's bodies.

[patsdrabbles]

Reaching Out

Title: Reaching Out Fandom: Discworld Rating: Gen Word Count: 721 Summary: His outstretched hand was met with another slow blink, then a groan. A/N: By this year’s 25th of May, I have finally read Night Watch, so have a fic for a little post-battle headcanon I have of Vetinari and Vimes meeting for the first time. <3 This goes along with a sketch I made for it, which you can find here. ❤

AO3

One of the late Sergeant Keel's men was still lying at the far end of the street, folded up in a way that suggested that someone had given him a right smack to his forehead knocked him out cold. Havelock glanced at him briefly and paused when he saw the young man stir.

Putting his blades back carefully, he walked over. The lilac he had held between his teeth until now – now somewhat limp and stained with some blood splatters – he took into his hand. As he walked down the street, he wondered if Madam already knew. She probably did, having had her finger on the pulse of the city ever since she had moved to Ankh-Morpork.

He considered what had happened. He had failed.

This was a new (and entirely unpleasant) experience for Havelock. He decided then that the only way forward was by moving on (and learning from the mistakes that had been made that day).

As he arrived at the other end of the street, he saw that he had been right- there was quite a big red bruise on the young man's forehead. One of Ms. Goodbody’s finest, Havelock added in thought as he looked at him. The Watch didn't use them, although he was sure it was only a matter of time for them to catch on.

No, this was the weapon of a man surprised, who had to act quick. The Unmentionables had been the chasers at first, they were not surprised- until Keel charged, at last.

Now, Keel, however?

The man had been somewhat of a riddle to Havelock, who usually took pride in being quick and accurate at reading people. But if there was something that had been clear as day even so, it was that he had been fiercely protective of his men.

Keel, he might have wanted that kid out of the way, out of harm's way.

A groan made Havelock lean back and straighten his already straightened back ever so slightly.

“Where-”

A confused blink.

“Am I- ?“

“You are quite alive, Lance-Constable. The same can't be said of everyone else... unfortunately.”

His outstretched hand was met with another slow blink, then a groan. A hand came to the other man's forehead.

“Gods, this hurts.”

But just as Havelock started to feel a stirring of impatience, the other hand reached out and held onto his, allowed him pull the short, lanky man to his sandaled feet.

A startle went through the Lance-Constable, even as he was still swaying and trying to keep his footing.

“You- you're an-”

“I'm here inofficially.”

The other man's gaze suddenly dropped as he spotted a hint of purple at the assassin's side.

The lilac.

Havelock was holding onto it more tightly than was wise. Some petals had started to fall off already. He had noticed, of course, but felt unable to unclench his hand right then. He would deal with this later.

“You should go join your comrades, Lance-Constable.”

He turned to go; Madame was surely waiting already. And here he was talking to an easily blindsided young watchman, who really way lucky to have survived this day. Why did Keel save this kid?

He took another step when- “Wait! What- what is your name?”

The man surely must've realized how incredibly stupid it was to ask that, given only assassins out to get you would possibly give you their name in advance, like a business card you didn't even ask for in the first place.

And yet, seeing both fear and determination written clearly all over his face, Havelock made a decision.

“Havelock Vetinari.”

The kid barely hesitated before pointing to himself. “Sam Vimes.”

“Pleasure, I'm certain,” Vetinari said. His gaze rested on Sam Vimes for a moment before it briefly flicked up to the rooftops, considering the what path to take. Quite some time had passed already since Madame had sent him to save Keel. It really was time to report back to her.

“I’m afraid I have to leave now, so do not let me detain you.”

Sam looked like he had many more questions he wanted to ask, but a spell of dizziness made him see stars for a moment. By the time his sight returned, the young assassin was already disappearing between two houses, making a beeline for the rooftops.

[sarastuss]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 ;   ————  SHE IS THE NEW SUN.     a hero reborn ( a lost soul ) 𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙷𝚈𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙻𝚈𝙽, destined to become the hero of the worlds.  an   independent,   selective writing blog for my  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 &. 𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐌,   named SARASTUS. based the final fantasy xiv - game.    ;  brought   to  you  by   deax.    ( she / her, 24 )

YOU ARE THE SUN : YOU HEAL, YOU BURN.

[mmmthornton]

She was so real for this

[so-far-frogs-and-oscar]

Megamind simps are hiding so cleverly. I won't believe there aren't any. They're just ashamed. Like a bad guy turned good guy with super shoes? Suspicious. For years I have been wondering if there might be a secret society for Megamind's lovers, because I didn't saw any sign of their existence. REVEAL YOURSELF!!!