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Prompt 22
Geralt rides into a town only to see a small family fumbling around in the street in a panic. Apparently they're a family business of fishermen who are worried that something much bigger than a fish has swam into a trap of theirs. Geralt gets a promise of money for getting rid of it and goes off to kill whatever water monster it is. But he gets to where they describe the beast and he finds... A mermaid? It's trapped and tied around in a net, facing away from Geralt, and clearly in pain, though he doesn't know why, yet. The webbed ear of the mer flicks and it turns to face him, hissing. Geralt holds his hands out in a placating gesture and sloowly walks closer, only for the mer to slam the full weight of it's tail into Geralt's legs and sweep him off his feet. Gods damn it. It can never be easy. Geralt draws his sword, and begins cutting the trap off the mer, even as it hisses, flails, and tries it's absolute damnedest to claw his face off. He ends up straddling it like it's a fucking gator, and when he frees it of it's restraints, it's only then that he can finally make out the giant wound on the mer's side. Too big and nasty a wound to just release it into the water. Oh great. It's gonna LOVE this. But it's not like he has to DO anything about it. He's a cold, emotionless witcher. He doesn't care of the mer lives or dies. If the wound is infected or kills the mer, he couldn't give less of a damn. So Geralt is currently walking up to his room at the inn, with a very angry hissing mer thrown over his shoulder, clawing the shit out of his armor. When he asks for the bath to be filled, blessedly nobody asks any further questions. The mer stops struggling as soon as it's in the bath, but it sure is still hissing at him. Geralt puts his sword away and takes off his armor and the hissing lessens. Now it's just whenever he gets too close. Big problem. He needs to get close in order to patch up it's wounds. The mer has the biggest, brightest, inhumanly blue eyes, with slitted pupils. It has sharp teeth, and twinkling iridescent blue scales dusting across the edge of it's face and it's cheeks. It stops hissing at him to listen to the bard perform downstairs. It stops attacking him, even as he pokes and prods at their wound. This is great! Except for when the bard stops and the mermaid goes back to thrashing and screaming- So Geralt is forced to hum songs under his breath to calm it. It's pupils expand and it stares at him in awe, with a slightly parted mouth. Geralt's just happy it stopped flopping around like a- w- Well... Like a fish. He fixes it all up, and shares his food, and softly hums to it the whole night, before it curls up a bit more and starts nodding off. He stops humming and steps to the inn's bed, only to be surprised when hearing a voice behind him murmur "Thank you." Oh shit-
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ikiprian · 3 months
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Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.
If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.
Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.
In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.
On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.
Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.
It’s plastic. It’s fake.
Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.
Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”
[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]
[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]
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starry-songs-canvas · 4 months
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Break the News
Vicki Vale had been in another major scandal recently, and her ingenious employers decided she needed to be out of Gotham while the heat cools down.
She thought this was going to be a nothing burger, investigating some billionaire who decided to became mayor of some small, middle of nowhere town for, “public pride” or whatever.
That was until an unknown child-hero saved her, than made her day.
Vicki Vale: Why haven’t you called the Justice League?
Danny: You don’t think we tried? We’re in the middle of nowhere, the Justice League is too busy for us, “small fry”.
(Mutters): even if we’ve fought off entire world invasions…
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madeline-kahn · 5 days
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@PSCENTRAL EVENT 27: SCENERY
A Filmic Tour of Hatfield House: the Marble Hall
The Favourite (2018) dir. Yorgos Lanthimos Shakespeare in Love (1998) dir. John Madden Enola Holmes (2020) dir. Henry Bradbeer Bridgerton (2020 - ) The Flash (2023) dir. Andy Muschietti Get Him to the Greek (2010) dir. Nicholas Stoller All The Money in the World (2017) dir. Ridley Scott Batman (1989) dir. Tim Burton Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) dir. Jon Watts Orlando (1992) dir. Sally Potter Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007) dir. Shekhar Kapur Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016) dir. Burr Steers Rebecca (2020) dir. Ben Wheatley
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 76
Tim has no idea whether to laugh or cry. Bruce sends him away from Gotham to stay safe from Red Hood, yet who is standing there, in the Titan Tower, but the man himself. And if he was attacking or something then fine, he could deal with it. But no, the man is standing there, in the kitchen, cooking like it’s an everyday thing. Like sure he’s cooking angrily and Tim swears he can see some sort of eye glow in the helmet, but it’s not like he’s actually threatening any of them?? The literal crime lord has been hissing about them not having any food and being out of medical supplies and who decided to leave a bunch of teens alone to take care of themselves. Which. Rude, he’s been taking care of himself for years, and both Raven and Beast Boy have too! What type of scheme is this?!
Jason was going to go through with his attack on the Tower, he really was. But seriously, they didn’t even have any medical supplies, their cupboards were practically empty of food, and they didn’t even have any cleaning supplies. For fuck’s sake he’d gotten in so easily and it was a giant tower shaped like a T- everyone knew where it was! Honestly it’s not his fault the pit rage went from being pissed to the literal child- which uh, huh he’ll have to freak out about that later- to raging about how he took better care of the alley kids than the heroes were taking care of their kids so guess whose going to have to fucking step up! 
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clownsuu · 9 months
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THESE BITCHES LOOK FRUITY AS HELL🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧
Ha melon bug
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Been having a craving to draw them as a lil beverage 😔💔🥄🥄
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hayateart · 3 months
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I hardly ever draw Bingqiu but here they are!
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trappednyourheart · 2 months
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A Haunted Doll's new kid
“A Damian and he's haunted doll”
Instead of Jason having Danny as his childhood doll or haunted doll, how about if Damian got haunted doll Danny?
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Where a young Talia Al Ghul stumbled across a very old and abandoned mansion in a middle of nowhere, only tall dark trees and harsh winds accompany her outside of the manor, at her vulnerable worse moments, her team was ambushed by a very cunning new group..took a lot of damaged out of her but she survived and now left wandering on her own, without anyway to contact the league or if she will faced punishment for being defeated, she decided to seek shelter inside the lifeless Manor for the time being, but to her surprise inside the manor it was warm as if no sign of abandonment as if it was alive, only one there was a beautiful baby doll.. something those rich young daughters would play at those times she heard from rich society of children..
Only Alive entity keeping her warm and welcome, so she decided to bring it to the League and no matter how childish this action was..she really can't stop letting go until she give it to her son in his 12 birthday, hoping him to take care of the Precious doll as if a heirloom, which it is😅
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Damian knew what this Doll was, it was his mother's doll. A doll so clean and beautiful, he never understand why there was a doll back then at the league.
It was his first everytime to even see a doll up closed than reading and imagining it at textbooks and examples of words in his former lessons, the Doll was strange.
Unlike The doll, it felt alive, warm and cozy like a child would be clingy to it's parent
He could feel waves of emotions he could distinct knowing the Doll's feelings..
No matter how much time passed after his mother gave it to him, he knows understands why he's mother would take care of this Doll.
No matter how much his family freak out at the constant, chairs spinning too see the baby doll sitting in it, finding in other places standing, moving heads, and little joyful laughter's. (Except for Alfred cause he already accepted the doll,)
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Danny was absolutely not amused, after a whole prank war with the fam, Ellie and the others decided to trap him in this stupid girly baby doll, with a brand label with his name💀 and decided to drop him off to a abandoned version of Vlad's house just for funzies if a few mortals ever get scared, but it kinda backfired now he's been getting good care through this girl now turn woman then her son is now taking care of him, he is grateful he isn't some kind of heirloom..right? But it was fun haunting this so called bats, even sending Grey hairs to his new profound kid caretaker,
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Danny appearance as a doll is a female baby doll, that is plump and porcelain, he also has a voice box for the original dolls lines, but he sometimes make some unholy and demonic noises to scare one of the bats except for Alfred or Damian, the doll that he was inside in had Caucasian skin, dark hair and deep blue eyes that look like had stars twinkling in it which he approved, his dress was a plump white dress that had green designs in it that was glowing, a small beautiful beach hat and a cute glowing green heels? Shoes ya that's the description and some cute accessories like a golden bracelet which had unique jewels like emerald, ruby, and etc,
when talia found him, the Girls, Ellie had created a very doll like luggage with his necessities, clothes, things for dolls..which he considers are now his own belongings after being used to the routine in the league and how he accept this as a vacay cause he knows CW is watching him😅
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“Did you really think I forgot about you?”
The hero — with bloody knuckles and a swollen face — looked up at their saviour. Was it that obvious that they had given up on hope? Was it that obvious that they’d abandoned their beliefs there for a second?
Honestly, the hero was surprised the villain even recognised them. Broken fingers were their tiniest worry.
“You sure took your time,” the hero whispered. They smiled softly. They tried to reach out for the villain but instead, the villain got down on their knees and held their hand.
“Diagnosis?” the villain asked, as always.
“Probably something with my ribs. A few fingers are definitely broken. And I’m really fucking thirsty,” the hero said. They were also tired. “I can’t believe you actually came.”
“Why wouldn’t I? Out of all the heroes I fight, you’re my favourite.” The hero tilted their head (or tried to) and had to smile again. They could’ve cried. Something in their exhausted heart sparked a flame. Christ, most of the time they wished the villain wouldn’t make them feel that way.
“You’re just saying that so I feel better,” the hero said.
“I’m saying that because it’s true.” The villain’s thumb was gentle with their knuckles, barely even touching their hands. And still, they were connected. “I know you can take care of yourself but let me make sure you’re okay from a distance too, okay?”
“Okay,” the hero said, dared to whisper it even.
They watched as the villain quickly put pressure on the big wounds and tried to sloppily bandage their hand. They were quiet and gentle and the hero felt such a horrible longing for their presence that it was tugging at their heartstrings.
Because they knew how this would go. The villain would bring them home, make sure that they got to bed and then they would leave. Every time (not that it happened often but the hero was indeed a little reckless) the hero would wake up alone in their bed, managing the healing and the meds by themselves.
And every time, the hero craved the villain’s presence like a carnivore craved meat. They wanted this connection, they wanted these smiles and these laughs. They wanted the gentle touches and the soft glances.
It wasn’t meant for them, it was surely not destined to be theirs; this life that they fought day and night for. No matter what they did, they knew it wasn’t theirs to have.
“You’ve become better at that,” the hero said. They nodded towards the bandages. How was it that the villain had become their favourite person in the entire world? When had they become so addicted to their presence?
“You’re giving me plenty of opportunities to practise,” the villain answered. The villain’s fingers brushed their neck when they looked at different cuts.
“I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”
“Me neither,” the villain said. “But I know that you can’t just fight everyone who looks a little suspicious. You don’t always know what you’re getting into.”
“Yeah, I’m…kinda working on that,” they answered. They let their hand rest on the villain’s thigh.
“That’s a good hero,” the villain joked. God, the hero couldn’t remember the last time they had wanted someone this bad all the time. As if the villain was their perfect opposite, as if they were destined to be together. And yet…
“I really thought you wouldn’t show up this time.” The villain was working on the hero’s shoulder now. A really nasty cut. “I thought you had gotten sick of me.”
“God, you’re so dramatic,” the villain said. They rolled with their eyes and then looked at the hero for a little too long.
“I’m sorry,” the hero whispered.
“Nono, it’s just…” The villain looked at them, looked at the wound, at the ground. Their ears got red and suddenly the hero’s heartbeat increased. “Be more careful next time, okay?”
The hero looked at their nemesis and they swore that in their eyes, they could see the same longing and the same dreams.
But neither of them said it out loud.
“Of course, yeah,” the hero said. They took in a deep breath.
And the villain brought them home.
They brought them to bed.
But they didn’t stay.
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nelkcats · 1 year
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Not a Dog!
A competition was set up to award the best dog between Gotham and Amity Park, probably because the judges were quite aware that the two cities were a little crazy and decided to unite their competitions.
Damian bragged that he shouldn't be participating since obviously Titus would beat everyone. Jason snorted and commented that Dog was much better than Titus and would win the competition easily, the rest of the siblings walked away from the discussion, but Dick felt left out and called his friend.
Beast Boy, better known as "Gar" wasn't too happy about Dick using his favor to make him pretend to be a dog in a pet contest, but he agreed. Dick signed him up as his own pet while Jason and Damian complained about how silly the idea was.
When Gotham competitors list was released on Amity, Danny noticed that one contestant had a green dog and smiled. He could compete with Cujo! His father told him something about wanting to compete too but the halfa denied and said that he needed a dog for that.
On the day of the competition the judges tried not to flinch at the two obviously green dogs and a contestant who had decided to enter with a peculiar type of dog, they decided to judge them as best as possible. A rivalry ensued between all the contestants while Danny tried to avoid looking at his father's eyes, why was he participating with a fridge?
To everyone's surprise, none of the dogs won. The winner was Jack Fenton, with his very alive and aggressive sausages. The judges couldn't disqualify him because "hot dog" was technically a type of "dog" even if they didn't know how it was possible, and Jack taught the hot dogs a few tricks.
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littlebidule · 8 months
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8. Angst
HEHEHE >:DDDD
(Nightmare 1/2)
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bellyasks · 2 months
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ok themed tummy prompts: sleepy😴🛌
Your character finds themself feeling hungry late at night. It's just about their bedtime, and they have a choice to make: stay up a little longer to eat something, or go to bed with their belly empty and rumbling.
For whatever reason, your character's belly isn't feeling good. They're tired and miserable, and all they want to do is curl up in bed and sleep it off. Are they able to?
Your character ate far too much and is still feeling uncomfortably stuffed by the time they get to bed. As they tuck themself in, they find themself struggling to get comfortable with their taut, achy tummy.
After a huge dinner, your character is desperate to get out of their now-too-tight clothes and into their comfortable pajamas.
Your character wakes up absolutely ravenous in the middle of the night and decides to creep off to the kitchen for a big midnight snack.
Maybe they've eaten too much or maybe they're just sick, but your character's upset stomach is giving them weird dreams.
Your character wakes up hungry one morning and sleepily makes themself a nice big breakfast.
Your character wakes up not hungry in the slightest one morning, their belly feeling bloated and unsteady, to find that somebody else has gotten up early to lovingly put together a beautiful breakfast for them.
Following a big, warm, heavy meal, your character finds themself struggling to stay awake.
Your sleepy character is reluctant to get out of bed in the morning, but their hungry belly is begging them to get moving.
Your character has eaten far too much, but they don't notice just how much their belly is bulging out until they're getting undressed to go to bed.
Somebody dozes off using your character's belly as a pillow. Hopefully they didn't have plans to get up any time soon.
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radiance1 · 9 months
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A 'No one knows' Au and that one au where Danny leaves behind a corpse after death.
With a twist.
Jack and Maddie, not fearing death but fearing becoming a ghost after death have perfected what one would call functional immortality.
Clones.
Which is kind of why they're pretty careless about danger outside of combat, they just, quite literally, cannot be bothered to care less. If they die? Then their souls would just be thrusted into a clone body.
They didn't just cheat death, they walked all over it, spat on it, and continued walking over it a multitude of times.
Which accidently became a plus for Danny and his secret identity.
See, when Danny went ghost to save the day, he came back only to find his body gone. Safe to say, he panicked and looked everywhere for it, or tried to at least, because if that got out he wouldn't really know how to deal with it.
Only to then learn his parents hid and are quite literally experts at hiding bodies, his included.
Jack and Maddie are quite happy that they were the ones who stumbled upon Danny's body and not anyone else, since it would take a quite long amount of explanation as to why their son was found dead yet seemingly walked to school fine hit Monday!
Well, they weren't happy he died really, as any parent wouldn't be, but they're glad they prepared extra bodies for both him and Jazz in case the day ever came.
Danny awkwardly slid himself into said excuse while trying not to externally freak the fuck out. But hey, at least it's a plus that whenever his parents find his corpse they just, hid it no questions asked.
Good, it would be so weird if anyone managed to find either of their multiple corpses.
But hey! At least Jazz hasn't died yet!
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luzho · 1 year
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take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me!
finally!! a little older zukka with (sorta) their new movie looks along with piercings and tattoos from a beloved au, listening to some abba, dancing real close and laughing<3 (zuko is the one telling the joke here... he can be silly too); referencing the iconic ipod ad campaign and based on the ‘let’s rock!’ photoshoot by steven meisel
[ID: This is a digital drawing of Sokka and Zuko dancing close together and listening to music from an iPod, drawn in warm colors and against a deep blue sky background. On the left, Zuko (wearing septum and snake bite piercings, earrings, long hair in a bun, and Fire Nation clothing) holds the iPod from Sokka’s lower back; while Sokka (wearing matching earrings, a long warrior’s wolf tail, his Water Tribe clothing and a moon and stars tattoo on his arm) holds his shoulder. Both of them laughing and tearing up, they share the ear pods while its cable gets tangled in their visible arms. End ID]
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minty364 · 9 days
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DPXDC Prompt 58 Part 7
The long dining room that held the ornate old dining table that seated way too many people already held  most of the family. Bruce was missing and Damian informed them he was at work, the only other person missing was Jason but it was typical for him to skip out as he didn’t live there and didn’t have the best track record with the rest of the family. That left Damian, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Dick seated.
Damian sat next to the chair that Bruce normally sat in at the head of the table. Tim sat across from Damian followed by Dick, Duke, and Cass. Danny sat next to Damian and Jazz sat next to Danny. 
“So, how was school?” Dick asked his elbows on the table with his head on his hands and a smile. He was the only adult in their life besides Bruce that actually cared about their schooling. 
Danny had actually forgotten that all of this had happened in just one day. The thought was a little jarring if Danny was being honest with himself. He wasn’t sure what to tell Dick, on one hand he was just asking about school on the other… no he wasn’t going to think about what happened right now. Just the thought caused phantom volts to go through his body like he was reliving the accident. He felt a nudge to his foot from the right and looked up to see Damian giving him a quizzical look. He cleared his throat and looked back over to Dick who was giving him the same kind of look. 
“I-I’m, uh… school was fine, didn’t learn much since school just started,” He eventually decided to say after stumbling on his words a little. 
“Dash isn’t picking on you again this year is he?” Dick asked with a concerned look on his face. 
Danny wished it was just Dash, the pain he felt from the portal was a thousand times worse than anything the bullying blond could pull. If it was just Dash, Danny could have just laughed it off and forgotten it probably, but it wasn’t just Dash and Danny couldn’t help but take a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts and calm himself.
He startled as he felt a hand on his knee, he looked to his left to see Jazz giving him a look of sympathy as she rubs her thumb comfortingly on his knee. She then spoke, “Danny you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Okay?”
Danny gave her a small nod, a small smile on his face. 
Before a new topic could be discussed Alfred arrived with their food and began serving them. Danny loved the food the old butler cooked especially since he was able to do so in a kitchen that wasn’t contaminated. Alfred did his best to make sure everyone was served food to their liking, as long as it was a balanced meal at the end of the day the elderly butler would serve just about anything you’d request.
Danny picked up his fork to begin on his salad, however when he tried to push the fork into the lettuce his hand felt a cooling sensation with pins and needles and his fork went through his hand. He stared at his hand for a moment wondering what just happened. He then picked up his fork to try again and was able to get a mouth full, but when he went for a second bite it happened again, his fork clanging against the bowl again.
“Something wrong Danny? You're staring at your hand weird,” Danny heard Dick speaking and looked up to see Dick staring at him giving him an odd look. 
Danny couldn’t help but rub his neck nervously with his other hand, he hoped to get ahold of whatever this was so no one noticed. Though knowing his luck everyone probably did notice, over the years he and Jazz both noticed that the Wayne family was much more observant than their media persona’s showed. 
Dinner continued and Danny struggled to eat anything as anything he tried to hold fell through his hand frustratingly and Danny couldn’t help but get agitated. 
Eventually his glass he was holding slipped through his hand and tumbled onto the floor shattering into a thousand pieces. Danny let out a frustrated sigh as he stared at the mess he made. 
Before he could stand to clean up Alfred appeared by his side with a dustpan and broom and began cleaning it up, “are you still feeling unwell Master Daniel? Perhaps you should retire for the evening, I will attend to this mess.” Danny begrudgingly nodded his head and made his way out of the room.
He wasn’t alone for long as Damian and Jazz tailed him out of the room. 
“What was that? It looked like your spoon was going through your hand,” Jazz asked after they were a ways from the dinning room.
“Jazz, honestly I don’t know, it felt cold and then anything I tried holding fell through my hand.” Danny brushed his bangs away from his forehead and they dropped back into his face as he dropped his hands back down to his side.
The walk went silent after that, although it didn’t stay for long as Danny felt the cooling sensation again but this time through his whole body, he let out a yelp as he felt his body sink into the floor.
Damian and Jazz looked at him with panic but as they grabbed at his arms or his hands to pull him back up they went through him just as the spoon and apparently the ground now. 
He let out a panicked yell as the floor swallowed him whole, so now he was sinking further down further into the earth. What was going to happen to him? Would he ever find his way back up?
Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long as the cooling sensation left and as gravity took hold of him again he fell. Apparently there was a cave under the manor and he was able to turn back into solid as he felt air again. There was no way he was surviving this, even with new weird powers now was when he’d get impaled by spikes right?
The cave was too dark to make out much but Danny thought he might have seen a computer with several monitors. That didn’t matter now as he finally landed, and he grunted as he landed on a person who also grunted as having a teen land on you couldn’t be the most comfortable.
He knew he was in big trouble when he realized who he landed on, “Batman??”
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tinyq · 5 months
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My contribution to the D/Hr Advent 2023 fest this year! (If you haven't already, go check out all the pretty art and lovely stories!!) Again, thank you to everyone who nominated me!
Happy Holidays!!
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