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godkingsanointed · 2 years

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Bl3 OC art? In 2022? More likely then you think

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hecketernal · 5 months

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Everyone Thinks Jak Is Dying AU (Aka everyone miscommunicates to some pretty ridiculous and angsty levels but Jak's totally fine) ((pls read I swear I still have some comfort with this hurt some funny with the tragedy pls hear me out))

Explanation: I had had this weird impression that Jak was flat out dying from dark eco poisoning, when I was a kid. It seems kid me had made some assumptions from listening to Baron Praxis' propaganda stations where he flat out says, "The dark eco inside you will eventually kill you, Jak," and the way Jak first reacted to getting light eco.

Everyone else seemed to die in the Dark Warrior Project. Hell, they flat out acknowledge Jak should be dead himself from the amount of dark eco pumped into him. Even if a slow death via eco poisoning isn't what the games were going for, it would still make sense lorewise. The game will insta kill you for falling into the stuff.

Buuuuut for a moment just consider...applying that misconception to Damas and Jak's growing paternal bond.

Jak, in his freshly betrayed wariness, decides to hide his dark eco abilities. He's tired. He can't trust anyone except for Daxter, but Daxter is The Exception in capital letters and everything. Jak has found a force he can't or isn't equipped to beat within the long, hot stretch of the desert with no Keira to build a contraption to get them out. He doesn't even know... if Keira cares enough to build some zoomer with a heat shield or whatever would come to her mechanical mind for them anymore. None of his "allies" spoke up very loudly to defend Jak, so Jak stashes his otherness away. Well, he hides it to the best of his abilities. He'll never be a spy, but he can manage a few marauders in some Arena of Death with just a gun and some effort. Transforming had always been last resort anyways. With fear from his betrayal instead of anger leading him, he never transforms in front of all of Spargus to see. He's doesn't want to be Baron Praxis' renegade weapon, the man made monster that slipped its leash. He wants a moment without that. He can't go back to the kid from Sandover. He doesn't want to, but the idea of being just another exile like everyone else is...heady.

Jak doesn't know that he can't hide what's already been seen. Dark eco scars are distinctive, and Jak's were very visible during his stint with unconsciousness and heatstroke. The monks had attended to the two boys, but they had not done so silently. Precursor monks did not care to censor their muttering about dark eco corruption. Their prayers for salvation or less pain for the boy were easily overheard by the alert King of Spargus. It's likewise impossible to hide the way dark eco skitters towards Jak. The way it sinks into his skin. The way his pallor goes white. His face pained. The way the newest recruit sometimes clutches an arm, angling it away from view. Jak does manage to hide the growing claws with this action, so good for him. Bad for Damas.

Damas is under the impression that Jak is dying. Dark eco poisoning is an unpleasant but often inescapable death sentence for even the strongest warriors. He's known good Wastelanders that had to be buried after just a brush with the energy. It might be slow with this new recruit, but it will come all the same. Won't it? Damas tries his best to remain distant. His heart has already been shattered from the loss of one child, but it seems those broken shards are destined to break a little more. Jak is so damningly earnest for someone who tries to act jaded and tough. Damas can't remain distant. Every wall Damas builds is blasted away by the young warrior's newest actions. Damas is doing his best to hold himself together, but inside he is a mess. He doesn't want to lose another son. When Jak spoke of not knowing his father, Damas realized there was one thought more agonizing than losing another son, a lonely son dying fatherless. It catalyzes the father for he cannot stop thinking of himself as anything but a father. Isn't this what he always told himself he would do anything for? Another moment with his child? Damas will not squander the time they have left. Besides, the desert is rough and fickle, and violent death has come for all of Spargus' other kings. He might worry for naught. His death might come for him sooner than Jak's.

#jak and daxter au #jak and daxter #jak #damas #everyone thinks jak is dying au #jak is living in a comedy with more and more ridiculous shenanigans to hide his dark form #damas is meanwhile living within a tragedy #but he's used to that #lmao sorry #i keep twisting the knife #normally im a huge fix it fic girl #but technically i like some hurt with my comfort #and baby im planning for this one to hurt a lot #but dont worry i cant control myself there will still be comfort #jnd #jak 3 #damas jnd #also shenanigans shall be there as i remain silly #my aus

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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discojak · 1 year

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harry: What have you got!!

Kim: A knife!!!

Harry: No!!!!

#disco elysium #Kim kitsuragi #knife kim #Kim #jak does art

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theshiaxartist · 1 year

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It was always an interesting to think about how Torn would have handled Jak turning into Dark Jak and going into a rage. Would he be able to subdue him? Hard to slit a man's throat when he's the next best thing you have to a friend.

#Shiaxart #Febuwhump day 4 #Febuwhump 2023 #Dark Jak #Torn #Jak #Knife #Restrained

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luigis-mogai-mansion · 1 year

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Xknifeic/Crossknifeic

A gender that is, best described as or otherwise related to X/cross sans's (and by extension X/cross chara's) weapon, a giant red knife.

#mogai community #mogai friendly #pro mogai #mogaireal #mogai term #clover speaks #xknifeic #Crossknifeic #utmvgenders #nervous to tag this as under/verse #or cross/tale because idk #if jak/ei is cool with xenogender people #also the way the knife looks is an artistic choice lmao i can draw an actual knife

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visualtaehyun · 2 months

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Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

The Fixed Stars 🌌

แก๊งดาวฤกษ์ /gang daao reerk/ = the star gang

ดาวฤกษ์ /daao reerk/ = astronomical term for a (fixed) star, the one closest to us is the Sun

ฤกษ์ /reerk/ = auspicious time

Haplessness

ซวย /suuay/ = unlucky, comes up a lot this episode! It's the same word Ongsa changes her half-delirious 'pretty' (สวย /suuay/) to in ep. 1 when she faints (explained here)

Ongsa's IG post

caption: ลุงกำพร้า น่าสงสาร /loong gam phraa. naa song saan/ = The uncle is grasping a knife/the uncle is orphaned. So pitiable!

-> pun on กำพร้า /gam phraa/ = orphan

-> กำ /gam/ = grasp, clench + พร้า /phraa/ = a large knife

Misc. pronouns and stuff

Tin, Charoen, and Ongsa

Ongsa เรา /rao/, Tin ฉัน /chan/ , Charoen uses her own name as a 1st pers. pronoun

Tin and Charoen use มึง /meung/ with each other but แก /gae/ with Ongsa (they're both familiar pronouns but the latter isn't as impolite), Ongsa uses แก /gae/ with both of them

Ton

whenever he's talking to girls, he uses typically-female polite ending particles ค่ะ/คะ /kha/ -> makes him sound like a playboy/a bit sleazy lol

maybe it's just AJ's delivery of some of these instances but, considering he's Ongsa's ex and Ongsa is a lesbian, there's a possibility he's actually a closeted gay

Ongsa and Alpha

Ongsa: หนู /nuu/ ->พี่ /phi/ + polite ending particles ค่ะ/คะ /kha/

Alpha: พี่ /phi/->แก /gae/

Nida and Bambam

ฉัน /chan/->ครู /kruu/ (title for teacher) or คุณ /khun/ (polite formal 2nd pers. pronoun) + polite ending particles ค่ะ/คะ /kha/

Luna and Aylin

Luna: พี่ /phi/->น้อง /nong/ or Aylin

Aylin: no pronouns and no polite ending particles In contrast- Ongsa and Sun use หนู /nuu/ and ค่ะ/คะ /kha/ whenever they're talking to anyone older, like Luna or the teachers

Luna's little speech to Aylin:

เพราะว่าพี่ก็เชื่อเหมือนกัน ว่าเราไม่ได้โดดเดี่ยวอยู่ในจักรวาล /phraw waa phi gaaw cheuua meuuan gan waa rao mai dai doht diao yuu nai jak gra waan/ = because I also believe that we aren't all alone in the universe. -> โดดเดี่ยว /doht diao/ = solitary, lonely, isolated

สำรวจอวกาศคนเดียวอ่ะ เหงาจะตาย ไปสำรวจด้วยกันมั้ย /sam ruuat a waa gaat khohn diao a- ngao ja dtaai. bpai sam ruuat duay gan mai/ = Exploring all by yourself- that's super lonely. Shall we go explore together?

Books

Alpha is reading Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea:

The book Aylin picked at the library also shows up as a prop in Ongsa's room later:

#23.5 degrees #23.5 the series #local woman harps on about linguistics #thai gl #milk pansa #love pattranite #milklove #june wanwimol #view benyapa #viewjune #aylinluna

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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radioactivepeasant · 6 months

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(Picks up where Viper left off)

"You know you've got like a whole bucket of cactus paddles down there?"

Jak sauntered back into the throne room from the hidden door and tossed Damas a sealed bag of roasted crickets.

"I should hope it's a full bucket, considering I picked those this morning."

Damas pulled out one of the cooked insects, plucked off the legs, and popped the rest into his mouth.

"You don't eat the legs?"

Jak draped himself over the edge of the throne to snatch a handful of crickets from the bag.

"They get stuck in my teeth," Damas complained, "I save them for my birds."

Daxter snickered. "Even Pecker?"

"If Pecker doesn't like the food, he's free to fly back to Onin," replied the king with an almost mischievous look.

"Oye, you didn't mess with anything in the kitchens, did you? The head cook is...tetchy."

"She's a miserable old cuss and she threw a knife at me," Jak said indignantly.

"She throws knives at everyone. You're lucky it was only a knife."

Around another mouthful of crickets, Jak made an appalled expression. "What else does she throw?!"

Damas grimaced and rubbed his forehead as if remembering an old injury. "Whatever is closest. Pans. Porridge. Whole onions. Cactus paddles with the spines still on."

Daxter started to come closer, but glanced at the dead snake still decorating the dais and thought better of it. "Hey, Jak doesn't need to go to the kitchens to experience that! All he has to do is get distracted while on the Leaper again and he'll have a mouth full of prickly-pear!"

"That wasn't my fault!" Jak protested hotly.

Damas raised a brow. "Oh? I hadn't heard about this one."

Hoping to avoid retelling the story, Jak quickly changed the subject.

"Wait, can you actually eat cactus?" he demanded.

He moved to sit cross-legged directly in front of the throne, and began examining the viper's mouth to get an idea of how to harvest the fangs later. Absentmindedly, he reached a hand back behind him, and was too deep in focus mode to register that this wasn't Daxter or Keira he was non-verbally bumming snacks off of. Nonetheless, Damas made a goodnatured scoff and placed several more crickets in his hand.

"You can eat specific kinds of cactus," Damas clarified. By the emphasis he placed on "specific", it was fairly obvious he was anticipating Jak trying to eat random cacti in town.

"Only the ones with the paddles like you saw, understand?"

"Sure, sure." Jak brushed this off. "But what do you make with them, though?"

Damas inspected the bag of crickets and sealed it back up to ensure that they would have some snacks during the coming meetings. "You use them for just about anything you need a vegetable for, honestly. I tend to grill them with lemon. Some people boil them for salads. Sig's mother is known in the East Quarter for frying it in batter and selling it in little cups."

"Ooh! We still haven't met Sig's ma!" Daxter chirped. He grinned wickedly. "We should ask her about Sig's embarrassing baby stories."

"She has no shortage of them," Damas agreed.

Daxter glanced back at Jak, happily munching crickets, and shuddered.

"On a scale of one to "Jak eats things raw if he can't figure out how to cook them", how hard is it to cook?"

Jak looked insulted. Damas snorted.

"After the afternoon appointments, I'll teach you one of the simpler methods. You won't need much- Jak, don't touch the fangs. We still need the evidence intact."

"I was just looking!" Jak defended.

"With your hands?"

With a gusty sigh, the teenager scooted back to the right of Damas’s seat. He looked a little cross, but it faded soon enough.

"What appointments do you have, anyway?"

Damas stood up to stretch. Precursors knew he wouldn't get a chance in the next few hours.

"Third bell after noon through fifth bell is reserved for Arbitration Court," he said. "Which is why I do not usually call you during those hours. My job as king is to uphold the safety of my people, ensure the continued functioning of the Beacon and the water filtration system, mediate disputes not serious enough for the Arena, and enforce laws agreed upon by myself and my council."

Jak made a face. "That sounds like a lot of being stuck inside."

Dryly, Damas asked, "Why do you think I planted an entire grove of date palms in here? I would have died of boredom years ago if I did not."

He turned to fix both boys with a stern look.

"Out of respect for your fellow Spargans, try not to fidget during Arbitration Court unless you notice something suspicious. After five is a monthly meeting with the northern clifftop farmers to discuss rent payments."

"You rent farmland?"

"They rent from me," corrected Damas. "I didn't clear boulders until my hands bled just to abandon my land when I became king."

Jak blinked. "Fair enough. Man, we should've charged Sandover rent, Dax."

"Pal, they thought we owed them compensation for being allowed to sleep on their porches and eat a bare minimum of their food," Daxter pointed out sourly.

He caught a troubled frown on Damas’s face after the statement.

"Hm. I would like your attention to be on the visitors most during the rent meeting and the council meeting after evening meal. If anyone has a problem with me, specifically, that's likely where they'll turn up."

Jak eyed the snake again. "And if they blow their cover, I get to take 'em out, right?"

"No." Damas narrowed his eyes and pointed at Jak as he sat down again. "I need to determine how far the plot goes. No killing the assassin or accomplices."

"What about after?" Jak pressed.

"I'm the aggrieved party, I'm the one who deals with them," Damas said in mild reproof.

Jak folded his arms. "I dunno, we're feeling pretty aggrieved, right Daxter?"

"Positively outraged," Daxter added, sounding more bored than offended. "More Jak than me, but he's the sensitive type. You know him."

"Yes," Damas said, shaking his head with a small smile, "Yes I do. The answer is still "no", Jak."

Jak huffed and settled more comfortably against the throne. "You never let me do anything fun," he joked.

"I don't, I really don't." Damas reached over to prod the back of Jak's head affectionately.

"I'm a horrible, mean, adult who only lets you risk life and limb four days out of the week instead of every three hours."

"The folks in Haven would think that was the worst kind of tyranny, not being able to make us do all their work for them," Daxter scoffed.

The lift began to rattle, and Damas cleared his throat.

"Well, back to work. Eyes open, my boys. Let us see if we can't catch a would-be assassin. Jak, don't touch the fangs."

"I wasn't!" Jak protested.

Neither of his companions looked convinced.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #jak and daxter #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #free day thursday #long post #welcome to adult supervision Jak #never had roasted cricket but as long as it didn't gave the head I'd try it #i guess i should give the viper oneshot a tag now that its not a oneshot anymore #its an au where Damas is subtly coaching Jak to be his successor so maybe that could have something to do with the name?#or maybe I'll just stick to Viper au #Jak has impulse problems but in his defense i would also be poking a dead viper with a stick #tw animal death #said animal went down in self defense i grant you but I'm actually rather fond of snakes so the warning stays #we'll just say this particular snake was a Known Problem to the wider Snake Community #it probably double parked in snake parking lots and tried to make all its old highschool peers join snake mlms #rip random fictional snake: you shall be hissed #viper au

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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 21 days

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Ocs as headlines tag

Thanks for the tag @phoenixradiant

Oh no

With the sheer amount of stupid shit Jak gets up to this could be interesting.

So we'll go tame

Local Ex-Councilman Jakkon Erwhyn states: "It's not like the coward had the balls to shoot me" after getting stabbed 13 times

Local Fae thought to have murdered a man over a minor misunderstanding, is proven right after someone found a knife in his coat. She claims she has no idea he had a knife and killed him out of spite.

Local Messenger taken to court for disturbance of the Peace after Shouting at birds to get off his lawn for 4 straight hours

Golden Statue comes to life

Councilman's Wife dies in a tragic fire only a few months after their son was killed.

@corinneglass @sunflowerrosy @darkandstormydolls @bloodmoonloveletter @kia-is-poisoned

#creative writing #fiction writing #writer things #writers and poets #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #writing community #whump #tag game #whump series #whu

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hollowtones · 1 year

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“Jak and Daxter really DOES kind of become Steven’s Knife, doesn’t it.”- Puzz

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miqojak · 23 days

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Character Associations: Jak

(Funny, I had this same prompt in two different versions saved in my drafts from the last two times I did it in past years, intending to do it again since it has been years! Good time to tag me...even if I took a month or so to get to it! xD )

I'll smash together these two old ones and put them into this one, resulting in a bit more things to fill out: "5 Things" and "Character Features" - with 3-5 things per category.

✴EMOTIONS/FEELINGS✴

✧ Paranoia ✧ Disdain ✧ Curiosity ✧ Confidence ✧ Arrogance

✴GREETINGS✴

✧ Silent Nod ✧ Clipped wave or nod ✧ Silent, judgemental stare: first impressions don't always go over well ✧ Faint smirk, almost as if she knows something you don't ✧ Fanged grin, if she likes you

✴COLORS✴

✧ Red ✧ Black ✧ Gold ✧ White

✴SCENTS✴

✧ Handmade, perfumed oil (Spiced and earthy/citrusy) - a connection to her past, and the family she lost ✧ Well-oiled leather - what she's often garbed in ✧ Campfire smoke - another reminder of her family/past ✧ The scent of a savory meal on the stove/in the oven - she loves to cook! Having suffered with hunger and near-starvation, the ability to cook good food now is something she relishes.

✴CLOTHING✴

✧ Leather mini-skirt/pants/clothing in general - good for sneaking, or for drawing the eye where you want it...away from where thieving hands might be wandering ✧ Loose-fitting cloth fabrics - the better for the hot places she likes to live/dwell in ✧ Sandals - for when it's hot! (Boots or sneakers when practicality + comfort is the goal.) ✧ Lots of piercings - in her face, and ears.

✴VICES/BAD HABITS✴

✧ Drinking - She drinks now and then, and no longer tends towards being an alcoholic ✧ Drugs - She no longer abuses somnus, and smokes moko a little now and then to relax ✧ Works out too much/pushes herself too hard, out of the paranoia associated with having been a Garlean prisoner of war. If she's fit and fast enough, no one can catch and cage her again! ✧ Holds herself (and others) to incredibly steep, almost unachievable standards out of a belief that one should always be bettering themself. ✧ She loves breaking and entering as a hobby! She doesn't even steal things, most times - maybe moves things around, or breaks things, and just makes herself at home...it's about the power and control, not the stuff.

✴OBJECTS✴

✧ Throwing knives - often coated in non-lethal toxins, and sheathed in hidden holsters in her clothing. ✧ Lock-picking tools, if she's out to do some B&E ✧ DRK soulstone set in a bangle on her tail

✴BODY LANGUAGE✴

✧ Languid, but alert - in the manner of many a large, feline predator; she may seem to be completely at ease...while simultaneously ready to act at a second's notice ✧ Shoulders squared and chin lifted, a stance of stubborn pride ✧ A tail that lashes in anger, or sways slowly when in thought - this body part betrays the otherwise carefully controlled actions of the rest of the little woman. ✧ Feline ears that are almost always on a swivel for sounds that are out of place, or words spoken softly - seeking things meant to go unheard. ✧ Examining her nails - either truly bored, or trying to project disinterest

✴AESTHETICS✴

✧ A weathered, leather-bound sketchbook ✧ A desert campfire, as the sun sets on a sandy horizon ✧ Piano music drifting from another room ✧ A dark, viscous, canine shadow with too many eyes and teeth that hungrily slinks across snowy wastelands ✧ Opposing aesthetics of dark leather, and gold jewelry set against pale, flowing cloth; the street rat, and the empress, juxtaposed

✴SONGS✴

✧ Cold-Blooded - Zayde Wolf ✧ Somebody's Watching Me - Madelyn Darling ✧ Knife Under My Pillow - Maggie Lindemann ✧ THAT BITCH - Bea Miller ✧ Here Come the Wolves - Lola Blanc (An especially poignant and multi-layered song for Jak!)

Tagged by: @hares-and-hounds

Tagging (a bunch of people from my notifs, but do it if you want to, and tag me so I can see!) - @briar-ffxiv @xmimiteh @wpip-raham @uldahstreetrat @captainqster @shieldandarrow @merlwybs-wife @alannah-corvaine @madalyn-maeve @ashenbun @thedawnforged @why-raven @ivyffxiv and...anyone else! YOU, reading this! Do it, and go ahead and tag me so I can read about your OC! (This took me ages to think about and finish, so no rush on knocking it out - in some categories, I even had a hard time coming up with three things, much less five!)

#rp meme #oc aesthetic #oc meme #ffxiv oc #ffxiv rp #sometimes it takes me forever to do things I'm tagged in...but I usually get around to them when the spoons recharge xD

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incorrect-prema · 1 year

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Ralf: A mouse!

Jehan, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you.

Dennis, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal!

Arthur, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy.

Ollie, gasping: It's Ratatouille!

Jak: His name is Remi, dummy.

Ralf: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

#must be hard for Ralf as a manager #Yes I'll keep including him somehow #ralf aron #jehan daruvala #dennis hauger #arthur leclerc #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #jak crawford #incorrect prema #prema racing #incorrect quotes #probably last 2022 team quote #prema 2022

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discojak · 1 year

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#immediately wanting to delete my knife Kim out of Embarrassment now welp #when someone does the same thing 100 times better i fuckin weep #shut up jak #delete

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slashesotron · 2 years

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Let’s play a little game…

Through October and November, I’ll post a total of FOUR of these ballots- and you get to vote on what happens to poor Patchouli- or Atlas- next! 🩸

Welcome to the third annual Hurt My MC! Read on to see how this works, and to vote!

HOW TO PLAY

You MUST be 18+, NO EXCEPTIONS

Pick a character from the grid (Note - don’t choose between Patchouli and Atlas - see #5)

Pick prompts by NUMBER ONLY from the lists under the cut - This year, you can either pick ONE gore prompt and TWO kink prompts, or TWO gore prompts and NO kink prompts instead!

Reply to this post with your choice - For example, E-2-22-25 (gore & kink) or E-2-14 (gore only)

I use a random number generator to determine the winning prompt, flip a coin to decide which MC will be subjected to it, and draw!

Please only play once per ballot to keep things fair! If you’re worried about your main showing up in the notes, you can send me an anon with your vote- but please be sure to include what round it’s for.

PROMPT LIST UNDER THE CUT + image credits 💖

My prompt list is an amalgamation of several different ones because I like to keep things flexible- if one is yours, and you’d like it removed, please contact me!

I’ve included some OCs I love who belong to friends (who you’ve seen here before)! You can click on the character name for a profile! The ballot will change on round three, so keep that in mind!

▶ CHARACTER LIST - CHOOSE ONE

▶ LIST PROMPTS BY LETTER ONLY

A. Avery - Art by @quiescentlunacy

B. Shattered!Dondon

C. Juniper

D. Subject 701 / ‘Johnny’

E. Jacob Alden © @carnivorekitty

F. Avit © @beetle-drip

G. Esmee © @puppy-kitten

H. Claire © @holdmehurtme

I. The Executioner / Pyramid Head - Silent Hill / Dead By Daylight

J. Lawrence © Gatobob

K. Komodo & Dragon © Gatobob

L. Jak Harasi © @ffishstickks

▶ GORE PROMPTS

▶ LIST PROMPTS BY NUMBER ONLY

Cannibalism // Feast // Consensual gore

Bear trap // Teeth // The romantic full moon

Battle // Bones // Blood Bath

Bandages // Ow, my head // Reverse bear trap

Zombie // Skewered // Hunter becomes hunted

Sick // Ribcage // Surreal gore

Ritualistic Sacrifice // Excessive Gashes // Dark magic

Decapitation // The experiment // Impaled

Cuts / Lacerations // Under the skin // Segmentation

Stitches // Autopsy // Body modification

Execution / Mori // Mouth trauma // Keeping a trophy

CHAINSAW // The chase scene // Just like in the movies

Excessive blood // Barbed wire // Chest cavity

Is this a hallucination? // Father forgive me // Gunshot

Surgery // Amputation // Scars // It burns

It’s just a shadow // Body horror // The murder weapon

Rearranged // Extra Limbs / Eyes / Etc // Knife

Power tools // Torture // Dripping blood

Monster Form // Robotic Parts / Prosthetics // Arrows

A message on the glass // Monster-like features

Machines // Distorted Body / Broken Bone // Beaten

Bruises // Animal / beast wounds // Backstabbed

Medical treatment // Light from beneath // Nosebleed

Kill for me! // Possession / Corruption // Meat hook

▶ KINK PROMPTS

▶ LIST PROMPTS BY NUMBER ONLY

25. Degradation | Hair pulling

26. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism | Stockings

27. Creampie | Threesome

28. Role Reversal | Humiliation

29. Bondage | Wound fucking

30. Drool | Necrophilia

31. Power imbalance | Mirror Sex

32. Body Swap | Aphrodisiacs

33. Master/Slave | Masturbation

34. Uniforms | Glasses

35. Collaring | Stripping

36. Shotgunning | Seduction

37. Spit-roasting | Shibari

38. Cock Worship | Dacryphilia

39. Fucking Machine | Begging

40. Pet Play | Somnophilia

41. Licking | Costume

42. Against a wall | Toys

43. Sensory Deprivation | Face-Sitting

44. Knife Play | Object Insertion

45. Deep-Throating | Dirty talk

46. Shower/Bath | Fingers in mouth

47. Lingerie | Intercrural

48. Masks | Corset

49. Public | Cross-dressing

50. Gags | Omorashi

51. Teeth | Overstimulation

52. Formal Wear | Size Difference

53. Glory hole | Gun Play

54. Double+ Penetration | Handjobs

55. Biting | Spanking

56. Sadism/Masochism | Daddy

57. Fisting | Boot Worship

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zehecatl · 10 months

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They call him dog, more often than not.

Jak doesn't mind. Doesn't give a shit, because he's been worse than some loyal pet, and dogs bite, like him, so maybe it's a fitting enough thing to be called. Better than monster, or freak, or murderer.

Torn doesn't like it.

He's fucking obvious about it, bristling and glowering whenever he hears the word whispered, hushed. It's funny. Cute.

"It's true," he says, one day, when a single touch might snap Torn in half. Snaps his teeth, fangs against fangs.

Torn glares at him, then. Looks put out, annoyed, like Jak is being purposefully dumb, which, maybe. He could dig down, could peel it apart and find the sore spot Torn is gnawing at, but this is easier.

Quicker, too.

He raises his eyebrows. Spreads his palms out, fingers splayed. Goes "woof."

He knocks Torn's knife aside with the back of his palm. Laughs. Avoids the hand going for his throat, and flips over- feels the crackle of dark eco roaring through his veins, feels the spark of it between his claws.

The side of Torn's foot catches him, and he spins across the floor, gets his hands up just in time to nick claws across scarred skin, as Torn pins him down.

"You're impossible," Torn says, palm warm across his collar, and Jak could tear his throat out, could dig his claws in. Could kill him, could do it, just like this-

"You're not some fucking animal, Jak."

His arm drops.

Jak thinks he might have flinched, hard. Feels an ache in the back of his head.

"Shut up," he croaks, throat locking up, breath hitching. He feels small. Torn's barely got any weight on him, and still he feels trapped.

Torn leans back. Easy as that. Removes his palm, his weight, and lets Jak turn sideways, lets him curl up on the floor.

He doesn't leave.

Sits down beside him, instead, legs touching, just so, so Jak knows he's here. It's infuriating.

(it helps)

Torn doesn't say anything. He sits there, on the dirty floor, and lets Jak dissociate through a panic attack, because apparently he knows to do that. Apparently he knows Jak well enough to hit him where it hurts, just to get the fucking sick out.

He hadn't even realised it was starting to rot.

#jak and daxter #feral jak au #turning them round and round in my head #torn n jak are so important to me they are weirdo friends. to me <3

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sonicasura · 1 year

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Past/Present/Future Trio

I figured why not put this on a different post as I didn't want to clutter the other one. Basically how the group dynamic between Jak, Link and Jim affect their respective companions. Enjoy.

Jak, Daxter and Link show up in Jim's world during the exodus to New Jersey. The Demolition Duo from a warp ring jump (during Jak 3) gone wrong while Link arrives through the Lost Woods when leaving Termina. It was an absolute miracle that a misunderstanding fueled fight didn't start between the four.

Link is constantly encouraged to act like the gremlin kid he is by everyone else especially from the trolls. (Troll whelps are a huge rarity so they take any accompanying children, troll or not, very seriously.) If a task needs to be done, the Hylian is given an option to help unless its an all hands on deck thing. Same option is extended to Jak, something Daxter approves as his best friend isn't a full on errand boy.

Dark Jak is seen as a young troll to the entire Trollmarket to his utter befuddlement and Jim's amusement. He isn't the only troll youngling in the group anymore! "Horns? Quite a fine pair! Claws? Nice and sharp. Fangs? I definitely see tusks beginning to grow. Thrive in the dark? You are a young troll, Jak!" - Blinky.

Link helps Jim improve on his swordsmanship, Daxter shares wingman moments with AAARRRGGHH, Jak and Claire bond over their dark powers. A certain ottsel also gets himself a pair of pants alongside a knife after so long. Blinky just happy that these kids can bond more with people their age.

Constantly comparing each other's worlds and experiences, later on the traumatic ones. Everyone pretty much deemed Haven City worse than Ohio. Jak, Daxter and Link are deemed honorary trolls quite quickly alongside offered a home with the group. There were obvious tears from the two blondes.

Jim and Jak(as Dark Jak) tend to cross horns with each other, kinda like deer. The former does it mainly outta troll instincts plus the eco channeler is the perfect sized opponent. Daxter often records it like its the super bowl.

Epona gets some custom horse armor so Link's dear companion has extra protection. Jak tends to spoil her with a fresh apple or sugar cube when given the opportunity. Jim makes sure they have horse care products on hand.

Light Jak and Dark Giant Jak threw everyone for a loop. Angels are considered super rare that the Eco Channeler's light form is the closest they seen. Everyone agrees with Blinky about Dark Jak being a troll as Dark Giant appearance has the traits of a full-blown adult. (I'm redesigning the Dark Giant form later.)

Link laughed his ass when he used the Fierce Deity Mask before the travelling group. Jim is already salty about Jak but gets even more salty that his little brother in trauma can turn into a god! He wants to be able to switch between his troll and human form too!

Jim, Daxter and Jak find out that the Fierce Deity is a Fierce DADity. They're collecting dad figures like Pokemon cards at this rate. Fierce fixes Jim's armor issues and now the Trollhunter can finally change outfits. Blinky got dragged away by AAARRRGGHH before he could give the deity a shit ton of questions. Guaranteed group fishing trip the moment they end up near a lake.

Jak, Daxter, Link, Jim and Claire absolutely trade swears in different respective languages much to Blinky's horror. The Demolition Duo curse in Trollish very often as they picked it up better than Hylian or Spanish. Jim and Claire sometimes curse in Hylian. Link swears like a sailor in both Spanish, Trollish alongside Precursian. Jim shared some swears to Toby and it quickly spread amongst the friend group in Arcadia.

Link comes across an abandoned yet fully functional Heartstone thanks to his dungeon crawling expertise. It's quite a rough job to make a new Trollmarket there but otherwise perfect as its about two fifths distance between Arcadia and New Jersey. Two homes were made specifically for Link and the Demolition Duo.

Jak may have accidentally found but also activated a warp gate near the Heartstone. A sudden nighttime trip that drags Jim, Link, Daxter and him outside the Monk Temple in his world. They're found by a relieved Damas, man been freaking as he grown attached to the Demolition Duo, then quickly taken back to Spargus before sunrise.

Link and Jim get adopted pretty quickly cause the King of Spargus has Batman's adoption habit. The half troll gets a special outfit so he can travel during the day with no issue. Doesn't take long for Claire to figure out what happened or have the warp gate fully functional.

Beneficial relations between Spargus and Trollmarket? Absolutely. Both have goods that can benefit the offer but also take a huge load off of Jim when it comes to his responsibilities as the Trollhunter. The warp gates makes it easier to visit the now extended family especially since a deactivated one been found in Arcadia.

The three are super protective of each other. Jim legitimately growled whilst bearing his fangs and Link brandish his sword straight at Samos alongside anyone else from Haven City who treated the Demolition Duo poorly. Exile their brother plus his best friend to the desert to die after making the two your errand boys? Yeah fuck you guys.

Link may(definitely) stolen some paperwork, clothes, books and tools from people who mistreated the Demolition Duo for Jim to eat. Flimsy or false Precursor Metal is apparently quite tasty to trolls so it only tasted better to the half troll. Jak and Daxter were laughing their asses off when they caught Jim eating Kleiver's stolen shirt.

Two certain blondes alongside one ottsel get doted on by one Barbara Lake once they visit Arcadia. Just immediately adopted especially since Jim already considers Jak, Daxter and Link as brothers. They FINALLY get a mother figure.

Instant shenanigans once Toby joins in on the group antics. Water balloon fights with a tiny bit of powers and magic involved? A heat seeking balloon might've hit Stricklander in the face while he was on a coffee date with Jim's mom. They immediately ran afterwards but the man got his revenge later via ice water buckets.

A warp gate to Hyrule is later found but Link ultimately chose to stay with everyone else. He's practically a cryptid in his world, visiting alongside different companions and vanishing without a trace. The Hero of Time finally found a place to call home once more.

And that's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you at the crossroads between Arcadia, Spargus and Hyrule. (Yes, triple gif.)

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radioactivepeasant · 9 months

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Fic Prompts: Snippet Monday

A short scene that doesn't have a story to go with, and is therefore free to incorporate into just about whatever.

Viper

"-look, all I'm saying is we need a break!"

Damas paused to listen to the voices floating up from the elevator shaft. Ah. He'd been beginning to wonder when, exactly, the boys had been planning to turn in their report on the sandstorm evacuation. He stifled a smile and went back to watering the date palms nearest the window as he listened to them arguing.

"A break? Dax, just being here is a break!"

"...you've been out in the sun too long, pal. You seem to have forgotten the life-threatening nonsense these people keep putting us through!"

Jak's laugh grew louder as the elevator rose higher. "So? We have entire days where we don't have to go anywhere or do anything! And we get to go wherever we want! C'mon, Dax, you can't possibly tell me this place isn't like a vacation compared to Haven."

The elevator locked into place and Jak ambled out, looking perfectly at home amid the artificial streams. He lifted a hand in irreverent greeting when he spotted Damas, and made his way across the stepping stones. And if he seemed to be making a game of skipping every other stone, well, Damas wouldn't tell anyone.

"All scouts accounted for!" Jak announced cheerfully as he landed on the last stone, right at the foot of the dais. "Oh hey, the Crawler's making some weird noises though. I think you should have Kleiver do some maintenance on it."

Damas raised a brow. "Hm. A mobile sandstorm shelter won't do us much good if it breaks down. I'll make a note of it."

He set down the pitcher he had been using to water the tree and made his way back to his throne, looking for one of the data recording devices he kept to hand.

"I don't have any other work for you at the moment. If you can find a way to amuse yourselves that doesn't involve violent destruction of private property, the rest of the afternoon is yours to spend as you wish."

Daxter snapped his fingers in a pretense of disappointment. "Darn, well, that rules out all your plans, doesn't it, Jak?"

"Swimming doesn't destroy private property," Jak suggested, bouncing his shoulder.

"Not during a storm," Damas cut in. "I don't want to hear that someone had to take a boat out there and haul you out of a rip current."

Jak was about to argue when he felt Daxter go rigid on his shoulder. Following Damas’s surprised gaze, he found his friend squinting around the room. His ears swiveled and rotated like satellites, as if trying to catch a specific sound.

"Dax? What's wrong?"

"Say, uh, Jak?" Daxter piped up nervously, "Anyone else hear hissing?"

Hissing? Jak frowned and scanned the room, wondering what his friend was hearing. As his eyes swept across the dais, something caught his attention. It wasn’t that noticeable, just the barest hint of motion. But when Jak reached for just a hint of dark eco, suffusing his sclera in darkness, it stood out as clear as lightning.

Instinct took over and Jak had a knife out of his boot before he could even process what he was seeing. In an instant he'd hurled the dagger at the throne, just missing Damas’s calf.

"Jak!" Damas snapped, "Watch it!"

With a pained squeal, something began to thrash beside his foot. Pinned to the leg of the throne by Jak's knife was a massive snake. A Dust Demon viper, slowly losing its camouflage as death throes sent it thrashing in pain.

Damas examined the creature impassively, then slammed down his boot, putting it out of its misery.

"I thought something felt different," he remarked, entirely too calmly. "Next time, aim for the head for a cleaner kill. There's no need to make it suffer."

Daxter’s fur stood on end like static electricity as he clung to Jak’s shoulder in an arch.

"How long was that there?!" he demanded, "Is this a regular problem for you?!"

Damas prodded the still twitching viper with the butt of his staff. "Hardly."

His eyes narrowed in thought, and lowered himself into a crouch to examine the animal. "This little one did not get here on its own power."

Jak was already thinking on the same track.

"Someone brought it here," he realized, and his face twisted into an angry, inhuman snarl.

He jumped up onto the dais to crouch beside Damas and glared at the offending creature.

"So...so what? This was an assassination attempt?"

"Hm. That is very likely," Damas agreed. He didn't seem particularly bothered.

Glancing up, he directed a smile at Jak and Daxter. "Very well done. I commend the both of you. This will not be forgotten."

Daxter perked up, glowing at the praise like he'd had a spotlight shone on him.

Jak missed the praise entirely. He was fully focused on the words assassination attempt. Who would try to kill Damas? And in such an underhanded way? If someone had a problem with the king, there was a perfectly good Arena to settle the dispute in!

Well. To be fair, Jak supposed that would be a fight the dissenter wouldn't walk away from. He wasn't even sure he could beat Damas in a fight. So what did that make this? Cowardice?

Jak hated it. It reminded him of the backstabbing he used to see among the prison guards under Praxis's reign.

Jak glowered at the dead snake, and jerked his knife out of it. He just missed Damas’s approving nod when he bent to clean the blade on his boot before sheathing it again. The snake lay sprawled in unnatural angles, no longer twitching. With dark eco rumbling in his chest like a warning growl, Jak reached down and picked the viper up by the tail.

"I'm gonna find out who did this," he vowed, looking Damas in the eye, "And they're gonna pay."

He started to stand, but a hand on his arm anchored him in place.

"Leave it," Damas commanded. He stood and jerked his chin towards the foot of the throne. "Let everyone who enters this chamber see it there."

"Why?" Jak furrowed his brow and stood to follow, viper dangling from his hand. "Won't that just show the assassin they should try something else?"

Damas settled into his throne with a scoff. "No no, think, Jak. What did I teach you about choosing battles?"

Jak blinked. Was this a test of some kind? He looked to Daxter, who only shrugged. Damas had that secretive glint in his eye, which meant it probably was a test. Jak closed his eyes and tried to think.

He's not facing this head-on, or at least not the way I would. Which means he's probably taking a more subtle approach. Jak, admittedly, was not very good at "subtle". He wracked his brains for an answer, looking between the snake, the throne, and the doors before realizing that Damas was watching his facial expressions intently.

Oh.

"You're...going to watch everyone's reactions? When people come in, right? If...if the assassin or an accomplice comes in, seeing the snake will send a message. Or...or it might spook them into giving something away?"

The answer lacked his usual brash confidence. Jak hoped the king wouldn't pick up on that, but at the same time he knew it was unlikely that he wouldn't. But he couldn't help a little trepidation! Damas clearly expected him to know the answer and he didn't want to get it wrong!

To his relief, Damas dipped his head and smiled proudly.

"Excellent! That is precisely what I intend to do -- so I can't have you running around the city to threaten people with a dead snake."

He gestured to his right meaningfully.

"And as you have no other tasks for the afternoon, I think this would be a good opportunity for you to hone your observation skills. After how quickly you two picked up on the viper's presence, I can think of no better choice to help me suss out our would-be killer."

This time Daxter wasn't the only one to light up and stand a little straighter in response to the commendation. Jak may not have been familiar with ranks and hierarchies, but he understood the gesture of trust Damas was extending to them. And he understood that being asked to stand by at the right hand of a warrior like Damas was no small thing. Damas was asking them to help him find an assassin in the ranks as though he hadn't the slightest doubt that they would be successful.

Jak squared his shoulders and nodded sharply. "We won't let you down," he said firmly.

Damas returned his nod with an almost fond smile. "I know."

Jak leaned on the pillar right of the throne and considered the viper thoughtfully before tossing it to land closer to Damas’s feet. Then, after perhaps a minute of silence, he asked,

"Can I have the fangs though?"

Damas let out a startled laugh. "The fangs?!"

"Yeah," Jak shrugged, suddenly sheepish. "It's- I have a- there's a thing. I need them."

Daxter translated with narrowed eyes. "He means his horrible, horrible, bone collection that he's been making jewelry out of."

Leaning back, Damas laughed again. "Then by all means." He smiled indulgently, gesturing, "Take the fangs! Just be careful of the venom."

"I will." Jak waved off the warning just a touch too nonchalantly. "How long do you think before people start showing up?"

Damas checked his data device. "Four meetings this afternoon, two more after evening meal. The next one is in approximately twenty minutes."

Daxter hopped down and settled into a more comfortable position on the dais steps. "Welp. Sounds like we're gonna be here a while. Jak, you brought snacks, right?"

"We could eat the snake if you're hungry enough," Jak teased.

Daxter made a disgusted sound and looked to Damas, pointing an accusing finger at Jak.

"Will you please do something about him?!"

"Don't eat the evidence, Jak," Damas snorted. "Go get some roasted crickets out of the kitchens if you're hungry. You have a few minutes."

"CRICKETS?!" Daxter shrieked. He clasped his paws to his head in horror. "You're an enabler! Jak! Don't listen to the man!"

Jak pushed off of the pillar and rolled his eyes at Daxter. "If you'll eat a decapod, you can eat a hexapod. Besides, they're good! Damas, you want me to bring you some?"

"Naturally."

Daxter groaned and pulled his ears down over his eyes. "Great. Lunatic and Lunatic Junior are sharing meal plans now. Goodbye, normal diet!"

Jak looked just a little too smug about being labeled "Lunatic Junior".

#fic prompts #writing prompts #snippet monday #Jak and Daxter #dadmas #king damas #tw animal death #I've never eated a roasted cricket before but I'd definitely try it #Damas is trying to train Jak to take on the kind of role Sig holds when he's home #Jak has no idea that he's started an internship

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