#prompt: can't move

[benevolenterrancy]

Finally got Fish Book 3 out from the library (and 4 on its way!), at last I will be experiencing Real Pregnant Li Yu for myself! After being there for your experience of it finally it's my turn xD You said a bit back you like getting drawing prompts, could I suggest flustered just-realized-his-fish-is-a-cute-boy Prince Jing? He gained confidence quickly but that period where he was embarrassed about things like petting his fish because if his fish is a person petting his tail is like touching his butt was very funny and very cute 💖 He's such a dork <3

hey, prince jing, what exactly are you touching there? 🤨

[fireflysugarpie]

cumplane au but they both keep accidentally dom-ing each other

[medusas-graveyard]

Can I have like,, an au where Danny & Damian knew each other while they were tiny kids (whether or not they're brothers or if Danny was like. A kid from one of Raa's servants) where, while Damian is now a better version of himself, Danny has fallen from grace.

Picture; Danny that isn't as op but concerningly smart????? Mad scientist Danny? Mad scientist Danny. Who've been betrayed for too long so now he just... Snaps.

(TW: IMPLIED SUICIDE. CONTINUE WITH CAUTION.)

Gone was the scared teenager that went through loss after loss, after loss. The teenager that was betrayed by the people he served and the 'parents' that took him in, the boy who lost everything. Now, as he stood beside his creation— the one who will end the world itself, Danny is eerily calm, as he looked at Damian that stood across him with a gentle, soft smile. There's acceptance in that smile of his; and he couldn't help but reel on how they both can still change.

But Danny—the sweet, sweet boy that he once knew, simply chuckled and shook his head.

"And this world is merely a dot in the vast universe. Then, our souls will wonder about the vast stars, isn't it beautiful?"

"Bshoufak, Dami." He smiles, "when Time will inevitably reconstruct this universe to a new one, and taking us with it—"

"—I hope, fate will be kinder to the both of us."

[phoenixcatch7]

It's always funny to me when in an lu fic the chain is offered bananas and don't accept them. Like, you're offering these high energy adventures free food?? Fruit they'll have never even heard of before??? A ridiculously expensive imported good at best?? AND it boosts your attack?

Not ONE of these idiots would ever turn down something new and interesting to eat at least once. They'd be all over those bananas and immediately get dubbed yiga and I'm honestly surprised no one has used it in a fic yet 🤭

[blackfoy]

Baby Viktor

Due to a magical mishap in the lab Viktor ends up de-aged. Little Viktor comes to himself in a place he doesn't recognize, with no clothes and no cane. He is very obviously in Piltover, and there is a very large man calling his name and asking him if he's ok and what he remembers. The poor boy is very frightened, and it doesn't help that they are not speaking in his first language, so he is still having some trouble with words at this age. Jayce, of course, helps the little one up and puts his own shirt on him, which hangs down like a dress, but little Viktor is even more terrified because of the strength in Jayce's arms and the fact that his hand practically covers his entire torso.

Of course, the poor child tries his best to put together how he got here. He understands that he is missing memories, but he doesn't know he's been de-aged, so he is trying to figure out how a crippled child from the undercity ended up in the rich part of Piltover. The feeling of being out of place gets even worse when he finds out that Jayce is a councilor and when he meets Mel, who looks extremely extravagant and is also a councilor. Any and all ideas he can come up with are, of course, bad ones, but there is little good he can figure from his situation. He had never thought of himself as one of the ones to sell their body for food and shelter, much less to big, strong, rich pilties, but he assumes his past self must have had a reason and tries to be good and not make himself sick with his own thoughts.

[buglaur]

she's live

now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3

[cadaverskey]

if i'm being entirely honest i find the term "spiritual psychosis" annoying at best. it makes me feel as though i, as someone with schizoaffective disorder, need to work extra hard to "prove" my spiritual beliefs are valid.

here's the thing. my spirituality has always been and will always be flavored and colored by being schizoaffective. even when i was an atheist i could not untangle the two. there's never going to be a way for me to know where the line is drawn between my spiritualism and my psychosis. for example i will probably never shake the idea that i died and was resurrected, and that event holds SIGNIFICANT spiritual meaning for me, even on antipsychotics, even when i can recognize that yes, it's probably the remains of a delusion.

so please tell me, why is it anyone else's business if i incorporate that into my religious practices? it harms no one and gives me one more reason to rejoice. if it started causing actual problems, putting me in danger, causing me distress, bringing along disorganized thinking or anything of the sort, that's when it would be time for me to get help. but really and truly i would not want random people im not close with to tell me to get that help, especially if their only clues into my mental state come from my spiritual practices. i am not a dog to be taken to the vet. sometimes people are psychotic and we exist in your communities and we have religious beliefs and you have GOT to suck it up and allow space for us, however our conditions affect us and our practices.

it's also just. buries my face in my hands. you can just say psychosis, you don't need a special term for it. again it just makes me feel like i'm being singled out and not being taken seriously because there's a long LONG history of psychotic/schizospec people having our mental illnesses used as reason to disregard us. please just mind your business.

[juanabaloo]

the original Girl Dad: The Mayor

↑ helping her move into her dorm

↑ having a nice picnic

Not pictured: - playing PlayStation games with her - Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner at their favorite Chinese restaurant - teaching her how to drive manual and parallel park - a second S4 video where he tearfully tells her a long list of recommendations for restaurants and life advice (ala Christian Troy in Nip Tuck to his tiny baby son) - watching a Bruins - Kings hockey game in LA for her bday

[pollyna]

It takes three days for the fever to pass and the meds to work, and another week for Mav to understand where he is. There isn't a moment in all that time when Pete stops asking about Tom or he stops searching for his hand between the hospital's sheets.

(It doesn't get better when he wakes up.)

[l1ttle-cha0s]

Prompt

Fandoms: Marvel & DC

Peter 1, Peter 2, and Peter 3 all end up in Gotham. At the same time. Because something went wrong with the magic. (Or however they got back to their universes)

I don't know what they're going to do there, but they're definitely going to be Spider-Manning

Decide what name they will have for their new legal identity:

3: Hmm, i like Andrew (actor Andrew Garfield)

2: Then i will be Tobey (actor Tobey Maguire)

1: Then.. can i be Dáinn?

2: Not over Thor yet? *Smiles gleefully*

1: *Frustrated sounds*

3: Nah just be Peter. It will be easier for you to reply to it.

1: Allright then.. Aaand, done!

*They skedaddle from the Gotham Library* (or not)

(Sorry if it's too OOC for them..)

[wemlygust]

What if Gotham were actually in Canada? And the rest of Canada can be regular Canada. Ya'll just get this one (1) really fucked up weird place also, to either hate or be weirdly proud of.

[flowersdiceandlove]

The burial mounds, a place of mystery, the place of the dead, cannot be comprehended by humans. It is a place warped by time and resentful energy and the intentions of those who inhabit it and who knows what else. It is sentient and has a strong will of its own. It’s said that no one can leave the Burial Mounds, and that is true as much as it’s not. The burial mounds keeps what is theirs; protects what is theirs. No one can escape from the Burial Mounds bc more often than not, once you enter, the Burial Mounds see you as theirs. It does not take well to people hurting and taking what is theirs. (And, maybe this is why a certain demonic cultivator was able to survive and leave that place. Maybe he understood this will and resentment bc he too would do anything to protect those he loves. For him as well, once he considers someone family, they are family. And nothing will change that. No matter what happens, his family is his family, and those under his protection are fully under his protection. They can see a kindred spirit in each other, and so the Burial Mounds let him go, knowing that he will always carry part of the Burial Mounds with him. The souls in his sleeves and the resentful energy he welcomes into his body. The boon that the Burial Mounds grants him.)

It is for these reasons that WWX knows to bring the Wen remnants there. Not only does he know he can defend them if needed in that place teeming with resentment, he knows the Burial Mounds themselves will protect them. It protects its own, and the Burial Mounds knows these people that WWX brought are his, so they are its. It’s as simple as that. And, the Burial Mounds likes it. It likes having these people here, milling about and carving a life on it. It likes how they turns its soil from barren to fruitful. It likes how they are happy and content. It likes being their home and haven. It will do anything to protect them.

When the first siege comes, the Burial Mounds try to protect what is theirs. These people who have made a home on it. But, they are all grieving deeply, and it’s beautiful child, the first to even understand them and want to make peace with them instead of destroying them, is breaking apart. He is breaking apart with the weight of someone who could not protect that which is most precious to him. And he has been breaking with this weight for months now, every day chipping another piece of himself away, every day pulling further and further into himself, every day driving him just a little more insane. The Burial Mounds have no problem with madness. They will still embrace him fully and without question, but it pains them to see him like this. They are all breaking under the pressure of what the world outside its borders do. This is no longer their haven, but now their place of imminent doom. It is only a matter of time until the cultivators attack. The Burial Mounds fights back as it always does to protect those that are its. But, some of these living cultivators attacking are family of WWX and it cannot attack family. And, it knows that even should he wipe all these harmful intruders out, that will not stop more from coming, and more after that. The Burial Mounds would fight every wave they send, but that is not the issue. The issue is that its people are grieving and breaking. The issue is that it cannot do anything to fix that and every attack will break their spirits just that much more.

So instead, the Burial Mounds decide to change it. As the cultivators pour in, the Burial Mounds pulls its energy from defending and into charging its intention.  Some of its people get cut down, but that is fine, it will still work, they do not have to be alive. Just as WWX is about to destroy the Stygian Tiger Amulet (oh, and look at their brave boy, but don’t do that, my child, it will tear you apart) a large pulse of resentful energy ripples out over the battlefield, shaking the ground and seeping into all that is theirs. The air and ground starts to ripple, unstable and warping like swirls of marble, until none can stay standing in this odd happening, toppling over, nauseous from the swirling. Those that are theirs are sucked into the soil, deep into its power, and it embraces them into its depths.

Then—

They open their eyes.

WWX is seven, on the streets of Yiling, and turns his head to the Burial Mounds so close by, calling to him. Come home, my child, it whispers. Come to me; I will protect you.

Wen Ning is eight and Wen Qing 14. They also look in the direction of Yiling—of the Burial Mounds. They too hear the call. There are gasps rippling around their home, and people bursting through doors, embracing each other, crying in joy. Eyes flick around at everyone. They know. All those that were on the Burial Mounds, as well as Wen Qing and Wen Ning remember. They know what Wen Ruohan is planning. They also know what will happen to their real family.

They go to Yiling. Just a few at first. They lost many people in their branch before they were saved by WWX, and those people are more than hesitant to go to that cursed place. Those that remember can’t simply leave them to their fates again. So, some go, while some stay. They will convince the rest later. When they arrive at the base of the Burial Mounds, there is already a large collapse in the wall surrounding it looking to be made recently. The paths open up for them as they start their ascent. The path is just as they remember, the corpses and spirits howling, but leaving them be. They know they are already part of them. Granny Wen and Wen Qing are at the front of the group, leading the way. Wen Qing wishes her brother was there, but that was not something their parents would budge on. They barely let her go, and only because Granny was insisting as well and promised to look after her.

They reach the clearing where their homes were, and there they are. Their little shacks that barely stay standing. The patches of land they’d tilled and toiled over. And there, perched on a tree stump by the side of the road is a boy, even smaller than A-Ning, covered in dirt and grime that can’t all be from the Burial Mounds, spinning a black, bamboo dizi in his tiny hands. He watches them with shining eyes and a large smile they’d know anywhere breaks out on his face, then—

He laughs. The boy laughs loud and clear and bright as he topples off the stump in his joy. Many of them join in the laughter as well. Amazed and in disbelief. Wen Qing, granny, and a few others rush over to the little Wei Wuxian and pull him into a crushing embrace. The laughter soon turns to wracking sobs as they all cling to each other and let it all sink in. 

They are alive. They are together.

And, they will make sure it stays that way.

The Burial Mounds hum around them, welcoming them home.

[mintygreencake]

Sugarboo is better than me because I'd start TWEAKING, straight up losing my mind if Derek pulled that evil shit on me...

OH MY GOD??? 😨

[lctibule]

i think i've said this on every blog i've had him on ever but: please go ghost hunting with minjoon

[hockeynoses]

new weird idea: tissues that are cognizant of being used... and they are very against it

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Multiamory Month, Day Twenty-One: Dreams (Multiplayer Wonderland AU)

We're heading into the home stretch of @polyamships's Multiamory March, and today's prompt is a nice simple one -- "Dreams!" And wouldn't you know it, I looked at that and went "oh, I could do something with the Multiplayer Wonderland AU for that." XD That's been a popular AU this month, it must be said... Anyway, here's Victor, Victoria, Emily, Alice, and Smiler all hanging out in Wonderland for a picnic via dream-spell, talking about how things are going in their various domains:

--

“So, how are things on the Moon, Emily?”

“Oh, excellent,” Emily responded, beaming as she picked up a blueberry jam sandwich. “Do you remember how barren it was when I first claimed it?”

“I do,” Victoria said with a nod, claiming a cucumber sandwich for herself. “Nothing but silvery sands as far as the eye could see.”

“Exactly! Which had a beauty of its own, yes, but now – now I’ve got a proper garden up there! With the most beautiful white flowers and blue trees! And there’s a village under construction – Alice, thank you so much for sending some of your gnome friends up to take a look at those cheese mines I found!”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Alice said, popping a fresh strawberry into her mouth. “And theirs too, from what the Elder tells me. Mining for cheese is much easier – and tastier – than mining for opals, after all.”

“I’m sure,” Emily tittered. “And they’ve been a wonderful help with fighting off those awful rat creatures. I keep trying to eradicate them entirely, but…” She sighed. “One more always pops up.”

“Unfortunately, psyches are not so easily cleansed as that,” Alice said sympathetically, eyes drifting to the bloodstains still marring the face of the weeping statue nearby. “Believe me, I know.”

“So do I,” Victoria agreed. “The Dollhouse is so much nicer these days, but I still have to deal with those horrible strangling veil monsters. They’re easily snipped up by my Scissors, yes, but…” She shrugged.

“At least destroying them is simple,” Victor said, sipping his apple juice. “I’m still rooting out an infestation of Nightmare Spiders in the Butterfly Jungle.” He grimaced. “I’ve been bitten twice so far.”

The others all winced. “Well, that’s not good,” Smiler said, setting down their lemonade in favor of taking his hand. “Things are pretty quiet on Smile Street right now – want me to come over with my Syringe? I bet a little Joy Serum would nicely counteract their venom.”

“And if that doesn’t work, a Vorpal Blade to the abdomen generally does,” Alice added, flicking her wrist.

“As I well know,” Victor nodded. “And I’d appreciate the help, but – tomorrow night. Tonight was supposed to be for our picnic here. And, uh, I don’t want to wake up mid-fight with a spider.”

“Me either,” Smiler admitted, pulling a face. “All right – tomorrow then. Not like it costs us that much to use the dream spell.”

“And it doesn’t cost me anything at all,” Emily added cheekily.

“No, you just have to spend all your magic on joining us in the real world,” Alice responded, giving her a little poke.

“Worth it.” Emily watched some Mock Sparrows fly by. “Though I would not mind if all of you could just live here too.”

“I don’t think any of us would mind that.” Alice leaned back, looking up at the perfect blue sky above, before smiling back down at her companions. “Maybe one day. In the meantime, who wants cake?”