#very very curious as to what prompted this

[omgsecretsecret]

I don't want to go !

Pairing : Lee Minho x gn!reader

Genre : fluff ; crack ; a liiiiiittle bit siggestive if you squint

Word count : about 650

Warning : mention of needles (for vaccines) ; making out

Author's note : I know this isn't great but I had fun writing it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ ; the pics on top are not mine credits to the owners ; lots of love to my sweet @nmn-yty for helping me <3

Prompts : from the list made by @quokkareactions

54. "Get in"

"No"

"Get in"

"No"

"Now"

"Make m..."

"Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."

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47. "Why am I on the ground?"

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You hate needles. You have always hated needles, these pointy little things made for injecting some products in your body. No, thank you. So when you checked your health booklet and saw that you need to get three vaccines done, you were not happy. Hopefully (or not), your lovely boyfriend is here to make (force) you to go to the doctor.

Right now you are in front of the car, he is trying to get you in the car but you keep refusing stubbornly. You are not going there.

"Are you serious right now ? You're like a kid ! he groans, getting frustrated.

— And ? I don't want to go ! you protest, crossing your arms indeed like a sulking child.

— But you have to ! he replies before sighing. Come on, just get in.

— No.

— Get in.

— No.

— Now.

— Make m...

— Trust me, love. That's a sentence you don't want to finish."

You raise a brow. You are in a provocative mood right now, and this definitely made you curious about what he would do. So yes, you are going to try it.

"Bet ? Make. Me. you look at him with a smug look and he isn't even surprised.

— Alright, babe." it's all he says before gently pinning you against the car, trapping you between his strong body and the door.

His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes as he inches closer to you. You're confused, but you'd never refuse a kiss to the hottest man on earth which happens to be your boyfriend. If what he plans on doing to make you regret your sentence is kissing you, you're not complaining. He gently cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with his thumb, yet he doesn't move closer to connect your lips yet. No, he stays like this, purposely making you wait. He smirks as you start pulling him towards you and finally kisses you.

It's slow at first, just to make you want more as he barely moves his lips. But as you get more and more impatient, he finally starts kissing you as you want. He gently pins you against the car, and you let out a surprised whimper. He kisses you more passionately, knowing how much he affects you. He pushes one of his thick thighs between yours as you close your eyes and grip his shoulder. Everything feels hot as he parts his lips as a request to deepen the kiss. You eagerly open your mouth, letting your tongues meet as he grabs your waist with one hand, the other one holding your wrist. It's all so good, but of course Minho is Minho and it can't last long.

You feel him pulling on your arm and tip you over his shoulder, and the next thing you know you're laying on the floor as he looks down at you with a smirk. You're not hurt though, it just made your butt a little bit sore. He carefully made sure to not just throw you down. But still. What the fuck ?

"Why am I on the ground ? you ask with a mix of confusion and annoyance. We were making out !

— I know, I was there. he replies in an almost mocking voice. I warned you. Now get in the car now."

You pout, not very happy, but choose to behave and get in. He sits next to you in the driver seat, watching you while you refuse to look at him. He chuckles at your sulking, you really are just a cute baby.

"But if you're good while we're with the doctor, maybe I'll let you kiss me as much as you want. Sounds good ? he offers as he turns on the car, making you look at him cautiously.

— Yeah... Okay. you mumble and he laughs again. Don't laugh ! I'm gonna kiss you so much you'll regret offering that. you protest, making him raise a brow.

— Sure."

You may be a little annoying sometimes, but he loves you and you'll always be his baby.

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Many bisous to @giddyfatherchris

do not repost, translate or rewrite without my written authorisation

[hawkinsbnbg]

honeysuckle

prompts: breeding kink, slap, loud, vibration | @steddiesmuttyseptember

tags: established steddie, soft dom Eddie, good boy Steve, breeding kink, daddy kink, face slapping, cock cages, prostate milking, barebacking, creampie, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spit kink.

word count: 2k4 | rated: E | ao3

After they went through an almost apocalypse four times together, movie night at Harrington's residence had kind of become a tradition.

The kids were always a delight; loud and boisterous, filling up the previous big and empty house with their seemingly endless energy and excitement; while the older teens made sure to remind Steve that his friends weren't only the children he had been babysitting for years.

And by remind, it meant they would gather in Steve's living room the following night to drink cheap beers and smoke the stash of weeds Argyle brought over.

Normally, it was enough to brighten Steve's whole week. But tonight, though, he was distracted because his boyfriend had a different plan for him.

Steve gnawed his bottom lip as he tried not to squirm, or worse, moan out loud when the vibrator inside him was activated.

Steve exhaled harshly, feeling his cheeks burn with the amount of blood rushing south. He wanted to drag his hand up his thigh and give himself some relief, but he knew he wouldn't find anything except the cockcage Eddie had put on him hours ago.

It felt weird—the good kind of weird—to be so aroused with his dick still remaining placid. The measured, constant buzzing against his prostate made him drool in his briefs, wetting the soft fabric like he was peeing.

It was embarrassing. Reduced him to a sweating mess and filled his mouth with cotton.

Steve silently thanked his lucky star that everyone (except Eddie) was too busy chatting and smoking to notice his face. Because he must've looked quite fucked out right now.

Steve took another big gulp of his beer, his hands trembling minutely. The cold fluid followed his blush and traveled down his navel, spreading wildfire to the very tip of his fingers and toes.

Sitting beside him, Eddie was warm and solid, big hand stroking Steve's knee absently like most men did to their lovers. Like he wasn't driving Steve insane with the tiny controller in his pocket.

Eddie threw his head back in a carefree laugh when Jonathan said something, showing the column of pale throat that Steve wanted to sink his teeth in.

Tearing the delicate skin and sucking blood like a vampire. The ichor would turn honey on his tongue, streaming in his veins and melting his inside to molasses. Cloying and sweet. Red and golden.

Hot. Scorching. Feverish.

"D'you know that female octopuses will die shortly after giving birth?" Robin leaned over from his other side and whispered in his ear.

"What?" Steve turned to give her a ridiculous look, their noses nearly touching. "Really?"

"Yeah," Robin nodded sagely, voice raspy and eyes red due to the weeds. "They'd waste away and die by the time the eggs hatch."

"That's hardly fair," Steve frowned, pouting a little.

He fidgeted and shifted on his seat slightly as his hole pulsed around the vibe. The sedate thrumming made his head fuzzy. It was torturous to sit through it but Eddie instructed him to behave. And who was Steve to disobey his boyfriend?

"Life's never fair, babe," Robin patted his cheek.

Steve swallowed the moan that almost slipped out at the cool touch on his heated skin.

"What about their mates and children?"

"Male octopuses will be either killed and eaten by the females, or also dead months later," Robin poked at his jutted-out bottom lip. "As for the little ones, they do just fine on their own."

Steve mimed biting her finger, which got him shoved. He jolted and let out a yelp when the movements put more pressure on his prostate.

Robin cackled at his pleasure-induced dilemma.

"You okay, Steve?"

He blinked owlishly at Nancy.

Of course, she would be curious about his odd behavior. Besides Robin and Eddie, she was probably one of those who could read him like an open book.

Not so much anymore, a gleeful voice in his head whispered.

Because Steve realized that she hadn't figured out what was happening to him, yet.

Unlike Robin who was sniggering at him. She had been insufferable ever since she caught Eddie dry-humping him last week next to her right on this couch.

It wasn't Steve's fault that Eddie was an energizer bunny, okay? Nor was it Steve's fault when Eddie pulled him into his lap and temped him with that foul mouth, either.

And no matter how many times Robin griped about him being a slut, he still wanted to keep his dignity intact in front of people who weren't her and Eddie.

"Uhm, y– yeah," Steve cleared his throat, tongue heavy now the entire attention was suddenly on him. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Nancy squinted at him, looking as suspiciously as her current state managed. "Aren't you sweating too much?"

"Thanks, Nance, but I'm oka–"

Steve doubled over and choked out a wheeze, biting back his strangled moan when the vibrator's intensity abruptly kicked up.

Fuck. He could feel it in his fucking teeth.

And then it was cut off. Steve let out a whine. Frustrated and close to tears, he glared daggers at Eddie who only smirked at him.

"Whoa, you got a cramp, brochacho?" Argyle voiced his concern from where he was sitting by Robin's feet.

"He's not a girl, dude," Robin guffawed. She seemed always tickled by the simplest things every time she was high.

Steve wisely didn't remind her that guys could get cramps too, but not in the sense she was talking about.

Because the dull ache in his pelvis and his guts made Steve want to roll his eyes back. Made him want to mewl and spread his legs like a cat in heat. Present himself for Eddie without caring about what the others might think about him.

As Robin started telling a blissful Argyle that boys didn't go through periods, the vibrator was turned back on and Steve breathed in slowly. He couldn't lose his shit here. Especially when Nancy was looking at him thoughtfully. Her observation skill was still sharp even in her drunken state.

He stood up on his shaky legs, vision blurry slightly as his prostate was being abused mercilessly.

Eddie stood up as well and reached out to help him, but Steve slapped his hand away before he could think it through.

For a moment, they both stared at each other in stunned silence.

Eddie didn't look upset per se. He looked—

Amused. Like he knew exactly why Steve acted that way and was more than ready to make it worse.

Steve shivered as a slow smile stretched on those plump lips. His inside twisted in a sick thrill, knowing he would've been disciplined by now had they been alone.

Eddie raised his hand again and Steve knew he wouldn't get punished with their friends watching them, but his breath still hitched in anticipation out of habit.

When Eddie cradled the side of his face, gentle and kind, Steve found himself smiling softly.

"Still green, babydoll?"

Nothing mattered anymore. It was just the two of them against the world. And Steve would die in this warmth, in this fondness, in this incredible thing that was love.

"So green, Eddie," he leaned into the touch, needy and shaking. "So green."

"Good boy," Eddie smiled.

The vibration was turned to the max, and Steve stifled his moans with his forearm. Tears welled up in his eyes as they rolled back before squeezing shut.

All Steve could hear was the device's humming in his ears, reverberating throughout his nerves. It was so loud. And he wondered briefly if that was why Robin could tell he was playing Eddie's little game.

Steve felt like he just got sucker punched in his guts. There was too much stimulation and tension that his caged cock couldn't contain.

His knees gave out beneath him and he clung to Eddie with a whimper, sounding small and confused.

Eddie shushed him gently, two strong hands sliding under his thighs and lifting him up as if he weighed nothing. Steve wrapped his limbs around Eddie like an oversized koala, hiding his face in the crook of Eddie's neck and letting his mind drift.

"Guys, feel free to crash overnight. Steve's gotta head to bed now," he dimly heard Eddie announce with a voice that brooked no argument.

———

When Steve returned to reality again, he found himself lying on his bed. Naked and delirious.

He remembered Eddie taking out the vibe from him and dropping it on the bundle of their clothes on the floor.

Eddie kept kissing him, licking his tears and dotting his skin with ardent affection. And Steve held onto him, tilting his chin up to let Eddie deepen the kiss, feeling more inebriated and higher than he was supposed to be.

"Hit me," Steve mumbled, gazing up at Eddie with his big shiny eyes. "Pretty please? I was so bad–"

Eddie slapped him across the face.

Causing Steve's head to turn sideways as his cheek burned with the stinging pain. Eddie did it again to his other cheek and prompted another breathless gasp from him. He wished Eddie still kept those rings on.

"Don't talk about my baby like that," Eddie grabbed his jaw and shook it lightly. "Say: I'm a good boy."

Steve whined, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he sniffled.

"'M a good boy."

"That's right," Eddie smiled at him, tender and sweet, and pried his mouth open with a thumb. "You're a good boy. My good boy. Who deserves a reward for staying on his best behavior all night."

And then Eddie spat onto his tongue.

With a shudder, Steve swallowed it down because it was what good boys did.

"Daddy–"

"Yes, baby?"

"Fuck me."

Two rough taps landed on his red cheeks.

Steve rolled his eyes back with a loud moan. He couldn't tell if he had come or not when his mind slipped further and further down that cottony place.

Settled between his legs, Eddie slid a pillow under his lower back and poured too much lube on him.

"Look how wet you are," Eddie pressed two fingers inside him easily given how loose he already was. "So desperate to get knocked up, aren't you?"

Steve nodded dumbly. He wanted to carry Eddie's babies. Would give Eddie so many babies. Would even let Eddie name them all. As long as Eddie kept him.

"You're mine, pretty baby," Eddie pressed a fond smile on his mouth. Like it was old news and Steve just caught up to it. "Gonna be stuck with me for life whether you want it or not. Don't even think about leaving, sweet boy."

And Steve held the promise close to his heart. There was no place he would rather be than in Eddie's arms.

He heaved out a weak sob when Eddie added a fourth finger and kept stroking his prostate relentlessly.

A quick glance at his cock made him realize that the cage was still on.

He couldn't come like this. But he wanted to. Badly.

"Wanna come–"

"Then come," Eddie kissed him chastely. "Be a good boy and come for Daddy."

Steve listened.

Except, instead of shooting off like usual, he just kept dripping and dripping, forming a puddle on his tummy as his hole pulsed like a heartbeat.

It didn't stop, and if the fluid flowing out wasn't opalescent, Steve would start thinking he was wetting himself.

But no. He was coming without any end goal.

It was new and overwhelming and the best thing Eddie had ever done for him.

"Oh god– I can't–" He gripped his hair to ground himself and failed miserably. "Please–"

He didn't know what he was begging for anymore. Mercy or more.

But Eddie got it, somehow, and slammed home inside him, keeping him from drifting away by the scalding force.

Steve screamed and writhed under Eddie's weight. Too much. He was too sensitive for this. And yet, it still wasn't enough.

"M off my birth control this month," he babbled before Eddie could grow worried and pull out, not wanting the endless onslaught of pleasure to stop. "'My parents will let you have me if I get pregnant with your child–"

Eddie groaned against his neck and hiked his legs higher before setting up a bruising pace, fucking into him deep and brutal as if truly wanting to reach his nonexistent womb.

Steve could barely stay coherent, wailing and scratching his blunt nails on Eddie's back whenever he felt like passing out. Which was a lot.

"You sure your parents won't pull a gun on me, princess?" Eddie panted.

And Steve wanted to die when he pressed a hand on his tummy, holding it possessively.

"Nuh-uh," Steve hiccuped. "They– uh– they won't do that. Would make m– me sad."

"Then we shall get along just fine," Eddie kissed his brow and eyelids, tracing his cheekbones with a hot tongue. "You know why?"

Steve shook his head.

"'Cause we all love you so much, baby boy."

And he came again, or perhaps he had never stopped in the first place. The orgasm rolled over him incessantly, perpetually, hurting his crotch and balls. And Steve just lost it, clenching down on Eddie and moaning his throat hoarse.

Eddie groaned and gave a few stuttered thrusts before filling him up with hot cum, pumping him full to the seams.

"Don't wanna be an octopus," Steve mumbled incoherently, suddenly thinking about the semelparous animals and their one-time pregnancy fate. He wanted to be pregnant all the time however impossible it was.

"You won't be," Eddie brushed a thatch of hair behind his ear gently, reassuring him without questions. "I won't let it happen to you, sweetheart."

"Promise?" Steve rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Cross my heart, angel," Eddie kissed him softly.

———

When he blinked his eyes open again, Eddie was holding him and humming softly, counting his vertebrae with soothing fingers and caressing his body tenderly.

It seemed Eddie had cleaned them both up while Steve was out.

The cockcage was nowhere in sight and he silently mourned the loss of it. At this rate, he would get addicted to the prostate milking if he wasn't careful.

"Missed you, baby," Eddie kissed the tip of his nose.

Steve scrunched his nose in a drowsy smile.

"Missed you, too, Daddy."

He sipped the water Eddie got for him in a cerulean mug before sinking back into those loving arms.

"Wanna stay here for the rest of my life," Steve sighed softly, burying himself in the warmth of his boyfriend's chest.

"Your bed?"

"Your arms."

"They're already yours, darlin'," Eddie chuckled. "Eddie Munson is the freebie, though. Hope you're happy with him."

"Very much so," Steve closed his eyes and pressed his lips on Eddie's chest. "I'm really lucky to have him."

"We're both the lucky ones, sweet boy," Eddie kissed the top of his head.

And Steve wouldn't want it any other way.

[nunalastor]

Radioapple Death Note AU

Alastor had always been bored both in life and in death. The boredom ate him alive in ways not even tragedy or the murders he committed would alleviate. Even the murders became boring at some point, because there was no one to stop him from committing them, no edge to it, even if he was taking out people better off not existing.

Then he found the Death Note. He hadn’t thought anything of it at first, just another tacky piece like all the others in Hell, with some rules inside not unlike the chain-mail he had seen and been bored by. But this one was different, he figured that out early on. 

“The soul whose true name is written in the note shall die. Permanently.” Alastor had figured out the power to permanently kill sinners long ago, but this said he could kill anything so long as they had a soul. That meant he could kill Goetia nobles and theoretically the devil himself if he wanted to, maybe even the genocidal angels in heaven. That intrigued him enough that he spent the next five days reading the rules, when he was approached by the Root of all Evil, or Roo, in his home. Immediately, Alastor’s suspicions were confirmed. This wasn’t a power he was supposed to have. With the notebook, he could commit murders much faster than he had been able to in person, and against those he would never be able to kill on his own. All he needed was their true names, and he could do anything. Curiosity to see what would happen if he did so prompted him to start using it, only once Roo promised using it wasn’t going to cost his soul (but she made no secret that she had some deals for extra power that could cost his soul in the absence of a lifespan). The result was more than he could ask for.

Lucifer Morningstar, the depressed and equally bored King of Hell. Making rubber ducks to pass the time could only do so much to distract from the emptiness inside, and there was nothing to keep his mind sharp. Until the sudden influx of permanent murders that had gotten the attention of not just the pride ring but all of Hell. The Goetia brought it to his attention when multiple of their own suddenly dropped dead, which wasn’t supposed to be possible. And maybe Lucifer was an ass for getting as excited as he was by the new challenge, but in his defense, those Goetia nobles had been very corrupt and he only hadn’t done anything about it because he didn’t want to deal with the complaining. 

But this meant he had to do something. Hell wouldn’t be satisfied until they had someone to make an example of with the exorcist blade, and so Lucifer had to investigate and figure out how this was happening and who was responsible. To do that, he had to disguise himself as a sinner under the alias of L, based on his human disguise of Lucius Magne, then find a way to face this new killer (given the alias of Kira after the deadly sins got drunk at the meeting and started saying “killer” wrong) without losing his own life. He didn’t fear death, but he would be twice-damned if he let anyone best the big boss of hell himself. 

What better way to blend in with sinners than to help his estranged daughter build that redemption hotel she wanted? His explanation for pretending to be a sinner himself could be that he didn’t want to freak anyone out with the devil there. He didn’t believe the hotel would work, not by a long shot, but it would make Charlie happy, he could reconnect with her, and if this killer was partially going after royalty, he would inevitably appear. Sure enough, Alastor was curious about this hotel, and he did offer his services as a manager of the establishment. He also brought along Husk and Niffty.  

There was one problem though, and it was a problem they shared. The moment Alastor and Lucifer encountered one another, they had an instant connection. They would tease each other, leave clues for the other to find, and even when they both knew in their hearts this was the person they were looking for, Lucifer didn’t have the necessary proof and Alastor didn’t have a true name. They were at a stalemate, and despite knowing they would have to see the other dead, neither had any genuine interest in harming the one person who could truly understand them. 

👀

[briar-ffxiv]

FFXIV Write #23 - On Cloud Nine

FFXIV Write 2024 Master Post

Prompt #23 - On Cloud Nine

Briar hummed softly to himself as he worked. Since the injury to his throat, he couldn't manage a 'typical' hum but instead a quiet trilling sound. E'mal thought it sounded rather like a bird's song. The Viera was sitting on Baatu's counter, ankles crossed and kicking gently as he watched the slim half-Elezen bustle around the borrowed kitchen.

Briar looked happy. His strawberry blond curls were up in a messy bun and he had flour smudged on his cheek. His hands were coated as well while he worked and kneaded a large mound of dough with surprisingly strong fingers. The half-Elezen looked up at E'mal and smiled at him, green eyes bright and cheerful as he trilled his little wordless song.

"So what are you making again?" E'mal asked, leaning a bit to see.

Briar paused in his kneading to point at a few bowls. One held a green vegetable chopped into fine bits. The other was some cheese. Curious, E'mal reached for a bit of the vegetable, pausing when Briar made a little huff. He made a little gesture, fingers near his mouth and wiggling them sharply.

"Oh, spicy?" E'mal said, eyeing the vegetables. "Are those peppers?" As he spoke, he gestured as well, hands making smooth motions.

Briar nodded, looking pleased. He nodded to the cheese and then the grater, looking at E'mal hopefully. The Viera chuckled. "All right, I can shred that," he chuckled, still speaking with his hands as well. Hopping down, he went to stand by Briar, working the cheese over the metal. He glanced down when Jack whined, tapping his leg with a white paw and grinning hopefully up at E'mal. Ignoring Briar's faux huff of disapproval, he tossed the sheepdog a bite of cheese.

"So spicy cheese bread?" E'mal hummed thoughtfully. "Zansei will be on cloud nine!"

Briar paused and gave a puzzled frown. He tapped his temple and made a whirling gesture with his hands. He added a questioning sound as he tipped his head at E'mal.

"Huh? What are you confused about? Oh!" E'mal laughed. "The saying. Um, on cloud nine means very happy. Zansei loves spicy food and who doesn't like cheese?" When Briar gestured again, E'mal giggled. " You know, I have no idea about the other eight clouds. And no idea why that is the saying. It just is."

Briar grunted and shook his head, starting to add the peppers and cheese into the mixture and working it. E'mal grinned at him, ears shooting up as the chronometer chimed. "Oh! That's the cranberry-orange bread, isn't it? I'll set that out to cool."

Hands busy, Briar mouthed a quick 'thank you' as he started to shape the second loaf he was making. Hopefully, between nice citrus-sweet and spicy-savoury choices, both Baatu and Zansei would indeed be on 'cloud nine' and glad they didn't have to worry about making dinner tonight. Considering they'd taken their children to the beach, they were likely to come back exhausted and Briar was quite pleased to help make homecoming less worrisome.

With any luck, he had time to get Baatu's beloved kitchen spotless before they arrived.

Baatu belongs to @shadesofblades

E'mal & Zansei belongs to @midnightmagicks

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[to-dance-beneath-the-diamond-sky]

What are some tell tale signs you're dealing with a middle class white person? Besides the perfect whtie teeth and Hydroflask

this is such a weirdly random ask but okay. uhh. it depends on the age group of people and i don't know how to describe it exactly but it's how they talk. i'm mostly referring to more upper-middle class white people in this but it's all about respectability politics and shit like that. using big words showing off the fact that they're educated and often looking down on people who don't talk or sound like them. younger people not quite as much with this but yeah, middle aged middle class white people are easy to spot. they want everyone to know how educated and intelligent they are so they make sure to talk and sound super important and informed and confident in how they speak. it's also what they talk about, and how they talk about certain issues and certain groups of people. idk i really can't describe it that well. like, they don't bring up issues of racial or social justice and whenever these kinds of topics do come up, they'll make sure to center themselves, their feelings, and their opinions. like 'sure black lives matter is important of course, and police brutality is bad, but defunding the police would make me unsafe. what if someone tried to rob me and I the police aren't able to respond because we got rid of them" shit like that.

also it's a lot of how they carry themselves. they're used to a world that is comfortable for them, where they are valued and are able to have some degree of influence over it and they act like it. and they prioritize their own comfort and security over the well-being of many others.

i guess for me, "middle class white people" is more a vibe based on attitude, values, and actions than it is a description of how not impoverished someone is. like, you can have "middle class" not low-income white people who are actively fighting for social justice issues and decentering themselves and actively trying to unlearn societal racism, classism, colonialism, and other implicit biases that society ingrains in everyone, and they don't necessarily give off "white (upper) middle class" vibes

idk if this is what you were looking for anon but that's all i got

[cyber-phobia]

What's up with all for one in showman? He alive?

Have I.... implied that he's not alive?????

[crescentfool]

doing things outside of your usual is such a humbling experience...

[necrotic-nephilim]

just read the lobotomy fic and i adore the way you write all the characters. i relate to tim already but the way you write him was like you lobotomies me and out my brain guts on the page. please tell me you have more

thank you so much! i'm glad you loved it! it's delightful to know the fic was... immersive in that was, lol. it was fun to write!

i do have other dead dove fics you can find on my masterlist here, but that fic is the only lobotomy fic i have. i have plans for a lot more dead dove-esque fics i'm working on to come out hopefully soonish, though none of them are going to feature lobotomies. i might add more to that fic though, i've got some ideas i want to explore, but there's so many other things i'm working on first. i have a whole rough schedule of fics to work on. but if people really like the lobotomy fic™ i can definitely prioritize writing more for the universe! or other lobotomy fics in general, i've got some other vague ideas in that vein.

[ilovedthestars]

if you wanna do the fic title ask game: “This Place Is Not a Place of Honor”

(ask game)

oooh, i just re-listened to that 99% Invisible episode about nuclear waste site markers / communication and the raycats proposal and now i want to make this about raycats, but i think that would be a bit off prompt XD

I think the classic way to do this would be Murderbot and ART's crew encountering some spooky evil alien remnants somewhere. NE redux, but probably not with any humans around, just an alien monument and some kind of danger. Would be interesting to engage with the intentions of the nuclear warning sign (communicating danger to people who are unimaginably distant in time from you) and with the long-gone presence of intelligent alien life. Is there a scenario where the aliens who built this place were explicitly intending to communicate danger to anyone who might come later, and where Murderbot and its humans might pick up on it? (Aliens would have a very different idea of what would be unsettling or communicate danger, so it's a bit far fetched, but i like the idea of this being a puzzle that can be solved anyway.) Maybe due to a combination of Murderbot's inhuman sensory perception and ART/various crew members' academic knowledge being able to interpret the signals it's picking up?

Basically, high stakes space archaeology! XD Not the kind of thing I think I would be that good at writing, but i wonder if i know anyone who would be..... ;)

[lordgortrasha]

open starter

In the candlelight, the array of screws, gears, and mechanical innards glittered like jewels spread across the table. To the untrained eye, it was chaos—tiny parts beyond number, some virtually identical but for miniscule, deliberate distinctions in size and shape. But the attentive observer would note a peculiar sort of pattern in the layout of bits and pieces: a grid, meticulously organized and maintained, with the gleaming head of a Steel Watcher laid squarely in the center.

Even relaxed, there was an innate poise to Enver Gortash, though he was without his characteristic layers and jewels. His coat had been laid aside; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing thick forearms dusted with dark hair. Even his jeweled bracelet rested off to the side, its clawed rings ill-suited to the delicate handling of clockwork. Large hands moved with an impressive amount of dexterity; steady fingers slotted each piece into its rightful place, working as if from some schematic kept entirely in his head.

“If you tell me the guards abandoned their post again, I’ll have them flayed alive.” His delicate work stilled for a moment, low voice thick with authority.

[lovelesslittleloser]

Loveless the peasants are asking for more of the yummy plague doctor prompts.

Also, I miss you, friend.

I’ve missed you as well! I really need to get used to having relationships to upkeep. I’m rusty and my friends are growing dusty

Brain exercise I guess: select any inedible object, anything from an empty cup beside your bed or a low resolution image of the Taj Mahal, and tell me what it’s texture and taste would be, whether it’s a plant, meat, or a just a fun guy. Tell me if you can slice into it and if it’s rigid or fold-y, or if it crumbles. Is it dry? Crunchy? Spicy? Does it taste like a banana or black licorice?

How would you prepare it? Roasted, boiled, fries, grilled, in a sandwich, frozen, with spices or condiments or sugar, or just plain? How much could you eat in one sitting? What situations would this item be prepared in a meal for? Parties? Balls? Announcements? Weddings? Meetings? Is there any cultural or religious significance to it?

Just a little brain massage~ have fun! :D

[evilkitten3]

What would you think, if, after getting advice from Iroh, Zuko and the gang travel to the spirit world in order to find Aang’s people so that Aang can teach the air acolytes more about the air nomads? But Zuko gets attacked by a poisonous spirit and reverts back to pre Season 2 Zuko after losing some of his memories due to the poison fogging his mind. Zuko is confused and doesn’t know why he’s firelord. The gang try to explain things to him, but it only causes him to become even more confused. Aang and the gang then leave Zuko behind to spend more time with the air acolytes. While they’re gone, Zuko is very uncertain about what to do, but soon corrupt advisors convince him to restart the war. Zuko doesn’t remember his friendship with Aang, but he hears that he once joined Aang, so Zuko assumes that Aang once brainwashed him into joining team Avatar and turning against his Father. Zuko intends to be a much greater firelord than his father, and he and his army raid the air acolyte settlement in their airships in order to hunt down Aang once again, and end up burning down the settlement. Aang and the gang wonder why Zuko chose to hunt them down again. Aang eventually comes to the conclusion that Zuko backslid due to bad advice from his advisors and because he lost some of his memories. Aang then travels the nations looking for a cure to help restore Zuko’s memories.  

Azula escapes from the mental institute and Zuko sends bounty hunters after her to capture her. Soon, Azula gets bitten by a snake, so she finds help in the village of Jang Hui where she is healed by two waterbenders, who are taking refuge there. Jang Hui is the village Katara helped in The Painted Lady. And the villagers aren’t on good terms with the firelord. The villagers accept her and assume that she’s on their side because she’s made an enemy of the Firelord. The villagers teach Azula how to heal people using firebending techniques inspired by water bending, and she ends up becoming a fisherwoman because it’s a fishing town. She starts to warm up to the town, but one day she overhears the waterbenders talking about sneaking out to sabotage the smelting factory(which is currently undergoing reconstruction) in order to help the villagers. Azula offers to join their mission, and the three sneak out to destroy the factory, but she betrays the waterbenders over to the fire nation in hopes that she might bring glory to the fire nation. But now that the waterbenders are captured and eliminated, the town is defenseless. Zuko’s army burns the town down leaving few survivors. Zuko didn’t exactly authorize the attack, but he did give his generals permission to do whatever it takes to stop the villagers from trying to halt the rebuilding of the factory used for the war effort. A few survive and declare revenge on Azula for what she did.  

Azula starts to feel terrible about betraying the people who saved her life and indirectly causing the village to be destroyed, since she didn’t know it would be destroyed. And she holds Zuko partially responsible for destroying the village. After wandering around, Azula looks through a telescope and sees Aang try to save a fire nation village from a volcano, and she also sees Zuko. Zuko does nothing after his corrupt advisors tell him to leave the village, saying that Aang will probably die, so Zuko runs away. But Aang manages to save the village from the erupting volcano. Azula gets accepted into the gang when she uses her new healing abilities to heal Aang, who is wounded by the volcano. They reluctantly team up to stop Zuko.

After wandering around the Earth Kingdom to look for a cure for Zuko's memory loss, the gang sees a massive stream of fire pour down from a few fire nation airships hovering above a village. The stream of fire burns the village to the ground, leaving few survivors. It turns out that fire nation scientists developed a highly addictive serum that can increase the fire power of any fire Bender. The downside is that prolonged use of the serum results in loss of the senses, and eventually death. Senses such as taste, smell, sight, touch, and hearing. Zuko intends take the serum and lead a fleet of airships to finish what his Dad started by burning the Earth Kingdom to the ground. After learning what Zuko intends to do, even Aang feels tempted to give up on him.

it's an interesting concept, but i have a few critiques.

first, if the gaang knows zuko lost his memory, why would they leave him in the first place? and even if they did that, surely there'd be somebody in the palace who could say "hey firelord zuko maybe don't restart the war dude wtf" or at least alert the gaang or something.

second, i've seen a lot of people try to have azula's redemption involve learning some kind of healing, and i gotta say, it very very rarely does anything for me. for starters, it (probably unintentionally) reinforces the northern water tribe's ideology that healing is inherently for women (the show admittedly also did this bc the only named male waterbender who uses any kind of healing in any canon that i'm aware of is unalaq). moreover, it's not something i think azula would be particularly good at or have much interest in.

also, why are there waterbenders in jang hui? it's a fire nation village. you said they were taking refuge, but from what, and why there? on top of that, azula knows zuko is firelord and doesn't know he's lost his memories, so why would she assume betraying the waterbenders to the fire nation would bring it glory? if she just broke out of the asylum, then the last time she saw zuko was when he and katara fought her during the agni kai.

third, if zuko lost his memory to a "poisonous" (???) spirit in the spirit world, why are they searching the earth kingdom for a cure? shouldn't they be looking in the spirit world? aang's the avatar, and iroh's gotten in before, so it shouldn't be the hardest thing in the world.

fourth, if zuko lost all his memories of books 2 and 3, he shouldn't know about ozai's plan to burn everything to the ground, since that wasn't established until after he returned to the fire nation with azula, mai, and ty lee.

finally, even before book 1 began, zuko was deeply loyal to his people, balking at the mere idea of sacrificing newbie soldiers for the sake of a win, so i can't fathom a world where zuko is ok with burning down jang hui (a fire nation village) just cuz.

i'm not trying to say there's no potential here, you have some very interesting ideas, but there's a lot that doesn't really work for me.

(to be fair tho i'm not a huge fan of anything involving much of the air acolytes bc i frankly could not give less of a fuck about them. i don't hate them or anything they just don't mean anything to me)

[phantomdecibel]

they should lock you up in a room with a comfy bed under the softest little blanket and with a cup of warm milk, freak

dam I wish–

[radical-rapscallion]

wait wait you’re canadian ? ! :-0

yeah!!!!!! ppl keep being surprised about it lol

[celticwoman]

so .. guess who fainted and then threw up all while nakey bc she was about to get into the shower 🤩