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fandomfuntimem · 1 day
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"There are more of us than you think"
The ghost boy floated infront on Batman. All he wanted was to offer this kid some help. He has been deffending this town for a little over two years now with no help. So Batman just thought offering some training and other teen heros to help would be nice. But all he was met with was a cold hard stare. It wasn't a lookxof hatred, or anger, just disappointment.
"What?" He asked. For once in his life he didn't get it. What did he mean? 'There are more of us' more half ghosts like him? Multiples of him?
"What I mean Batman, is there are far more teen heros than you think. There are so many kids who were left to deffend their homes by themselves. I'm in contact with plenty of people like me. I don't need your charity work. We dont need it," Phantom took a deap breth, "so many kids had to save the world while the Justice League sat back and did nothing. Ben Tennyson has been saving the world since he was ten, a child soldier and the only effective weapon the Plumbers have. The Ninja over in Norrisville was given his powers at fourteen. Max Steel was fused with an alien and born with nuclear levels of power. The list goes on bats. Kim Possible, Jenny, Generator Rex, Zak Saturday. We all did just fine without you and your League."
Batman was speechless. That many? That many kids left to deffend their homes? Phantom obviously seemed to have contact with them, maybe they help eachother out, but still. How did the Justice League not know?
Phantom disappeared and left Batman to ponder his words alone. How many world ending events did thease kids fight? How many of them did they fight alone? How much help did each of them have? Phantom only has a niche group of allies, how small are their support groups?
He'll have to research this when he returns to the bat cave. Hopefully he can get all thease kids get the help they need. Set up Zeta Tubes in their cities, and end this awful epidemic of teen heros.
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epiclamer · 2 days
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“I wish we could start over.” Civilian mumbled through tears, trying to earn themselves one more look from their hero ex-lover, but Villain saw right through them.
Protectively, they wrapped an arm around the crime-stopper’s deflated shoulders, before they retorted.
“You don’t deserve a second chance.”
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wip · 7 hours
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Would it be possible to get rid of the prompt to add tags when making a new post. I think it's actually a very good feature to have when someone first joins the site, because it shows them how to use tags here, but I've been here for over a decade. I know how to use tags, I just purposely don't use them on most of my posts, so it's just more of an annoyance than it is helpful.
Answer: Hi there, @gaelic-galpal!
Great question. As it happens, we are actually looking at changing the frequency of this potentially overindulgent prompt. It has proven to be somewhat effective, which is very useful to the Tumblr ecosystem, but it can be a bit much. Let’s see what we can do here. The more tagging, the better!
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rayshippouuchiha · 3 days
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I need a sugar baby Ed au (wether that sugar daddy is Roy or Ling doesn’t matter, both work excellently) but less in a “Ed needs help financially” way and more of a “Ed just needs someone to take care of him” way
Because I think Ed has a shit ton of money saved up from the military, after all he was always on jobs which would be reimbursed and he’s not a very materialistic person
But Ed always seems to think himself less valuable than others, specifically those he cares about. There’s little he wouldn’t do for Al and Winry and even the rest of team Mustang and all the other friends he’s made along the way, and he never asks for much if anything back
And that sort of giving and never taking is bound to take a toll, and add the fact that Ed definitely gets absorbed into research and forgets to do things like eat or sleep
He’s bound to collapse at some point
Anyway, this is all to say I want Ling or Roy or just anyone really to see Ed unconsciously running himself into the ground and go, “How about no” and aggressively take care of him
LIng or Roy looking at post-Promised Day Ed and being like "this man is a disaster, is anyone going to do anything about this?" and then not bothering to wait for an answer.
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the blorbo covered in blood. the blorbo coughing up blood. the blorbo going pale from severe blood loss. the blorbo trying and failing to stay upright. the blorbo falling into their own archenemy’s arms. the blorbo losing consciousness. the blorbo undergoing several surgeries. the blorbo in a coma. the blorbo with a tube down their throat. the blorbo having seizures. the blorbo flatlining. the blorbo having their ribs broken from the doctors’ attempt to resuscitate them. the blorbo being brought back to life after their heart stopped. the blorbo hearing their own archenemy’s voice cry and beg them to come back to them. the blorbo feeling someone holding their hand. the blorbo not being able to open their eyes or respond. the blorbo finally being able to open their eyes. the blorbo seeing their own archenemy’s tears-covered face. the blorbo not protesting when their archenemy cups their face tenderly. the blorbo letting their archenemy take care of them. the superior enemies to lovers trope honestly 😮‍💨😮‍💨🫰🏻
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daily-prompts · 10 hours
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prompt 2425
Write about a dinner party thrown by someone who doesn't want to be the host. Who attends? What happens? Does it go horribly wrong or is it a great success?
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waywardangel-wilds · 22 hours
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hey, i love your writing!!! i wanted to see you write something about k&p complimenting each other's looks. like, katniss still has it since peeta said she's not "particularly pretty" and he has to reassure that he thinks she is the most beautiful woman alive etc thanks S2
Ask and you shall receive (I don't know where this came from):
I pulled the sweater on, running my fingers over my head to tame the static flyway's. I felt the distinct pressure of attention on the back of my skull, and with a smirk, I glanced over my shoulder.
"You're being such a creep right now."
"Am I?" Peeta replied from the other side of the closet. He didn't even pretend not to be staring at me. He just smiled shamelessly, standing there in his socks, boxers, and nightshirt, watching me as if he didn't see me every day. "You just look really pretty."
I rolled my eyes and walked over to the full-length mirror. "Okay," I said, braiding my hair with practiced ease. "If you say so."
"I do say so," he replied amusedly, going about the business of getting dressed for the day. I rolled my eyes, forgetting about the conversation as I assembled my list of tasks for the day. With my braid tied off, I started digging around the closet for my bag. I'd need something to carry the shopping back home with.
"Why do you always do that though?" Peeta asked, but my mind wasn't present, so he had to speak up again. "Katniss? Did you hear me?"
"Hm?" Aha, there it was. Why did I always have to throw it on the floor? "Did you say something?"
"I just asked you why you always roll your eyes when I say you look nice."
"I didn't roll my eyes," I refuted, wondering if we were going to end up having an argument over something.
"You know what I mean, you just always blow it off." he clarified, coming around to my side so he could smile in my direction. Okay not an argument then? "You look nice."
"Thanks," I said with a reluctant tone, rolling my eyes.
"See!" Peeta pointed at me. "Why do you do that?"
I gave him an unimpressed look. "Seriously? Can we just go?"
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged; sounding put out.
I sighed, "are you mad at me?"
"What? No," Peeta laughed. "Why would I be mad?"
"Then why are you trying to have a fight?" I was exasperated. "It's like you're looking for something to be mad about."
"I'm not mad!" Peeta insisted with another laugh, he looked very confused. "I was just asking."
I crossed my arms, "You're being serious?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh," I looked down sheepishly, feeling my cheeks warm with an embarrassed flush. "I don't know."
Peeta shook his head, he looked bewildered. "This is silly, let's just go."
"I just-- I don't know, I guess I don't buy it is all." I admitted with a shrug, turning towards the exit with embarrassment. Peeta stared at me with an eyebrow raised.
"What?"
"You asked!" I tugged at the hem of my sweater. I felt twitchy and weird, like a fish out of water. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"I'm looking at you because you're not making sense," He ducked down to make an incredulous face at me. "Why are you hiding right now?"
"Ugh," I scoffed, pushing him away. "I'm leaving."
"Wait! I'm supposed to be driving you!"
"I'll just walk." I sneered over my shoulder. Well, we were arguing now. I strode across our bedroom and out onto the staircase, Peeta hot on my heels.
"So, what you're saying is that someway, somehow, you, Katniss Everdeen, the prettiest girl to ever come out of District Twelve, think you're not extremely hot?"
I shot him a look over my shoulder, not even bothering to acknowledge that insane statement. I headed for the foyer.
"If you're coming with me, I'm going to need you to shut up."
"One, hurtful." Peeta commented flippantly, lowering my hand when I gave him the finger. "Secondly, I'm just being honest."
I made a face and turned away to pull on my coat, "sure you are."
"Why would I lie?" Peeta asked as he shut the door behind us.
"Hey guys!" Peeta and I waved in reply to our next door neighbor. "I borrowed the wheelbarrow, if you don't mind?"
"That's fine!" I called back, Peeta flashed a thumbs up. I hopped down the stairs and went to yank on the door to Peeta's truck.
"Ah, ah, ah, I have the keys." Peeta waved them above my head. I tried to snatch them, but he just raised his arm higher. "Tell me why you're pissed all of a sudden."
"I'm not the one that's mad!" I insisted.
"And yet you're yelling at me, yikes." Peeta snickered, his free hand palm out to fend me off when I smacked him. "Okay, okay, you're not mad."
"I'm not." I agreed sullenly, crossing my arms. I sighed, realizing he really wasn't going to let it go. "Fine, if you want to know that badly, I know I'm not particularly pretty, or nice, or tall because someone told me."
"Why does that sound so familiar?" Peeta frowned, the realization slowly dawning on him. "Oh, oh no Katniss."
"Yeah ."
"You're being unfair," He frowned at me, going around me to put his key in the door. "You know that," he said, sliding into the drivers side.
I was taken aback, "so you're not going to apologize?"
Peeta leaned an elbow against the open window, "are you actually mad about that or are you using it as an excuse? Because if you really hadn't forgiven me for that you would have said something I'm guessing... six years ago."
I scoffed, rounding the car to climb into the passanger side. "Drive."
"Ouch, seems like I forgot how to do that." He leaned back on his seat dramatically. "I guess we just have to wait until my girlfriend starts being nice to me again."
I tried to glare at him but it was hard to keep the angry thing going when he was so clearly trying not to laugh. I groaned.
"Fine, I don't know. I'm just," I made a face moving my hands around to try to get the message across. "You know?"
"I really don't." He crossed his arms leaning towards me over the gear shift. "You seriously think you're ugly?"
"I," I briefly struggled to string a sentence together. "I guess? Just look at me. I could accept average, I think, on a good day."
He raised his eyebrows, "Wow."
"That's all you're going to say to me?"
"Wow, you're blind." He leaned closer to me, invading my personal space. "Blind."
"Can we go now," I gently pushed him away. "Please? I-just. I think Wendel is staring."
Peeta glanced out of the windshield, making a face as he put his key in the ignition. "Damn, I miss when we were the hermits of the District. Those were the days."
"Everyone thought we were deranged," I said dryly.
"But the privacy couldn't be beat." He turned to look out the rear as he pulled away from the house. Victor's Village hadn't originally been built with the intention of holding a car, let alone Peeta's massive truck, so he had to park in the yard and drive past the fancy wrought iron gate.
"We're not letting this go, just so you know." He said after he got the car on the road. "I'm just trying to keep all the neighbor kids alive."
"I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Good thing I can talk for the both of us," he waved at an approaching figure. "Hi Mrs. McAlister! Lovely weather we're having. I'd love to stay and chat, but Katniss and I have to get going. Oh! Okay!" He laughed at Mrs. McAlister's usual joke. "Okay, see you!"
"You could roll the window up, you know." I said bitterly for no reason.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that because I'm a very nice man." Peeta retorted. "And because we're in the middle of a self-image issue."
"Ugh, you sound like my mother." I cringed thinking about her new 'therapy is the way' approach to life.
"Wha-" Peeta glanced at me with his mouth open, shaking with laughter. "Oh, by the odds, I try to tell you you're beautiful and you tell me I'm a middle aged woman. Where's the love? The poetry? You used to think I was the coolest thing that ever happened to you."
"I never thought that, you're delusional." I accepted the searching hand he placed on my lap, intertwining our fingers. "But thank you for saying that."
"I'm not just saying it, though." He leaned forward to look for an opening before he pulled onto the main road. "I'm being so deadly serious, Katniss. I think you're beautiful because you are."
"Peeta-"
"You have these eyes," he interrupted. "They're so intense. Like smoke. Sometimes, when you look at me it feels like.. God, it feels like fire. Like I'm going to die if I can't be near you."
I slammed my mouth shut, suddenly very interested in his new line of thought.
"You know, for a long time there I thought you couldn't get more beautiful than you already were. You were so serious back then, always frowning, like you were thinking about the hard stuff all the time. But then your smile. Katniss, I love your smile." He smiled at me then, before turning back to the road. "You have these funny uneven teeth, and on anyone else they'd look out of place, but on you? They're perfect."
"You like my buck teeth?"
"I love your little rabbit teeth," he said with a laugh. "And your hair? You have no idea how obsessed I am with you hair. I used to wait for you to fall asleep so I could smell it. It made me feel like a creep."
I laughed, "I knew about the hair."
"And you haven't left me? Wow, you must really like me."
"Just a bit," I agreed leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you."
"Oh, I'm not done. I could write poetry about the curve of your nose. And your hands, even your lips. And we haven't even gotten to the dirty stuff yet. I think I actually did write something about how much I love your boobs once. It's in an old sketchbook somewhere."
I laughed, "I love you, dummy."
"Love you too." He honked. "Hey! Are you blind? Get outta the road!"
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pettyprompts · 3 days
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“That was the most abhorrent, evil thing I’ve seen you do. Gods, why?”
“What does that make you if all you did was stand there and watch while I did it?”
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shroomblade · 2 days
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it’s been a while since i posted on tumblr, just made one post and immediately disappeared-ish, but i’m back for only one man and that man is inspector gadget 💪
done two prompts, even if drawing his head shape is a challenge, for him i’ll do it !!
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most likely only gonna be posting the week thing and go back to lurking or sum, i’m mostly on discord
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full screenshot of my favorite episode btw
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One of those classic Cloud’s one way around Zack and another around everyone else and Zack’s hearing people talk shit about Cloud and is like what the fuck??
Cloud is literally the most adorable, kindest person he knows???? And everyone’s looking at him like he’s crazy cause what do you mean? He’s literally an asshole that thinks he’s better than everyone and is always cold to them??
He’s not he’s just shy af and doesn’t know how to talk to people but hides it behind an aloof, cold front, which gets him into trouble. People think he’s got this outlook that he’s better but it’s literally the exact opposite and he just hides it cause he despises looking weak in front of other people.
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꒰ঌ Couple prompts ໒꒱
☆ when they had a hard and stressful day ☆
massaging their feet/shoulders
making dinner/a snack for their significant other
doing the dishes/chores instead of their s/o
buying them a gift or something simple like a favorite drink/snack
cracking jokes to make them feel better
listening to them vent about their stressful day
watching their favorite tv shows/movies with them
telling them how much they mean to you and how great they are doing
giving them kisses/hugging them
asking to do their favorite activity
visiting their favorite places
cuddling in bed
"we need to experience rainy days from time to time, only then can we appreciate the sunny days"
"the next day will be more wise than today"
"they annoyed me so much today" "I can throw a piano at them" *their s/o gives them a 'serious' look* "it was just a suggestion"
@largefluff <3 <3 <3
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platonic-prompts · 12 hours
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Writing Prompt
Little do humans know, the zombies didn't originally target them.
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rh-confessions · 1 day
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Do you want a new rhythm heaven game to happen or not? And why?
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rayshippouuchiha · 1 day
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Ray - Kakanaru prompt.
Uzumaki Naruto had a lot of fears growing up. Fears like ghosts, thiefs, villagers, him fading away and no one noticing, him losing people he considers his family, needles, for a while Orochimaru and snakes etc.
The one fear he was never able to outgrow, a fear that unlike everything else didn't fade away or turn into a life lesson, despite facing missing nin, reanimated PPL, tailed beasts, controlled allies, sentient plant matter, and a freaking alien is the fear of ghosts.
It would all have been fine. Maybe even something the others could have an incredulous laugh on except it's not fine when this critical information is revealed in the midst of a C turned deadly SS rank mission with Kakashi and Naruto separated from the rest of the team and transported to a new place,facing what is essentially seeming to be an encounter with the paranormal.
It is certainly not hilarious when someone who is essentially the saviour of the shinobi world starts collapsing at the seams, his body, mind and chakra reacting catastrophically to a threat only he perceives. The worst part is that Kurama isn't putting a stop to his host's idioticy. (Not my personal pov. This is strictly from Kakashi's view)
Or- Kakashi is a bastard. Naruto keeps way too many things hidden. Their relationship suffered and since then never repaired when Naruto met Tsunade and Shizune and understood the true meaning of the term sensei and mentor. And Kakashi- like every other time in his life - when he saw one of the few good things in his life spilling from his hand like grains of sand didn't bother closing his fist until it was too late.
Or- Naruto has Phasmophobia and much like everything else this ties back into his shitty childhood in Konoha. Kurama knows everything. And there have always been spirits and supernatural at play when it concerned Naruto. It was not sheer dumb luck or resilience that helped him survive Konoha after all.
There is a reason children shouldn't be left unsupervised. And now the others can only watch as these forces take away what is rightfully theirs.
fuck I'd read the shit out of this
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