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ggomos-maribat · 1 year
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[56/?]
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Jason crosses his arms. “Of course she’s going as me. I’ve saved her a million times already; I’m her hero!” 
“When she didn’t even need saving, Monsieur Bucket Head,” Tim mocks. “She’s going as Red Robin. She has all the ducks I put all over the manor before!” 
“Fools,” Damian butts in. “I’m her favorite Robin. It is only right that she dresses up as Robin.” 
“Keep dreaming, little D,” Nightwing says smugly. “She’ll take inspiration from her eldest brother, a.k.a. the best vigilante ever.” 
Stephanie walks in, chuckling with Cass. She’s dressed as a witch, complete with a pointy hat and a mini cauldron with purple candy in it. Cass matches her with a vampire look: realistic fangs, red contacts and a long cloak. Both girls look at the boys with amusement. 
“What if she dresses up as Batman?” Stephanie wonders out loud. 
The brothers simultaneously freeze. 
“No!” 
“She wouldn’t!” 
“That’s preposterous!” 
Bruce strolls into the grand hall with Selina. Both are dressed elegantly for the company gala that doubles as a halloween party. “Who will dress up as Batman?” 
“Marinette,” Steph replies. 
Bruce’s face instantly lights up with pride. “That’s a good choice.” 
And to this, the others voice out their disagreement. Amidst the commotion, a figure darts down the stairs in a blur while squealing, “Selinaaaa!” 
Lo and behold, there’s Marinette, wearing a costume that is an obvious tribute to Catwoman. The sleek headpiece and tinted goggles frame her face perfectly, her suit captures all the details of Selina’s original getup, and her tail whips around with every subtle movement. 
She traps Selina in a hug, beaming brightly. “Do you like my costume?” 
Selina takes one look at the boys’ flabbergasted faces and pinches her cheek. “I love it, honey.” 
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29,30, and 32 for the book questions
My name is Helayna for the playlist
Shoot,drown, stab for Arthur, Gwaine, Merlin
(I would shoot Gwaine, stab Arthur, and drown Merlin all for purely angsty purposes. Arthur does die by being stabbed, Gwaine would have no time to be witty, and drowning is related to murdering magic users)
Answer or do all, none, or pick and choose! Have a lovely day!
Thank you for asking such fun questions and sharing your thoughts!!
29: How do you sort your shelves? (i.e. by color, title, author)
By author. I had an entire shelf devoted solely to Cornelia Funke when I was in sixth grade and I thought it made me the coolest kid ever LMAO.
30: Who’s your favorite author?
Cressida Cowell and Benjamin Alire Seanz!! Cowell’s got a knack for crafting these rich and imaginative fantasy worlds brimming with magic, and Seanz is fantastic with his prose, and he really digs into the meat of his main characters until you feel like they’re all real people you might see on the street.
32: Who’s your favorite fantasy author?
Feel like it’s cheating to say Cressida Cowell again LMAO but I really do love her work and would read her fucking grocery lists if I could.
And Helayna is a wonderful name! Very beautiful! Let’s see if I can get rustle up a quick playlist for it...
Hello Dreamer Baby by The Royal Foundry Edge by Gracie Abrams Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men Achilles Come Down by Gang Of Youths You’ll Be Safe, I’ll Be Okay by Wistful & Esme Northern Flower by FIELDS Avalon by Clara Mae
Hope you like it! Feel free to let me know your Thoughts™
And OH okay so it’s gonna be One of Those Days where we discuss the logistics of murdering our favorite fictional characters okay LMAO. I do see the rationale behind your choices, and I definitely think Merlin should be drowned (it’s pretty clear poison doesn’t work at this point, right??) but I think I’d switch out Gwaine and Arthur, because provided it wasn’t a dragon blade, Merlin could just come right along and heal any stab wound Arthur has, but a gun does the job much quicker. So I’d shoot Arthur and stab Gwaine.
Thank you for all the questions (and giving me the opportunity to sound like a serial killer LMAO) and for sharing your thoughts, too!
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soulfireinc · 3 years
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Weapon (for the guess a word thingy mabobber.)
Mabobber is my new favourite word and ily
“You talk about putting a dog out of its misery?,” Malcolm said, desperation cracking through his voice like gunfire. “Well I’m a thoroughbred racehorse so scarred by the demons it sees you don’t wait for it to break its leg. You shoot it in the head.”
Wynn’s eyes were round in awed understanding. The gun stopped its absentminded oscillation between his heart and Dani’s head as she stepped forward.
“You’re right,” Wynn breathed, gazing up at him as though he’d given her the meaning of life. “You don’t wait. Your pain is greater.”
The weapon rose, dark and duplicitously silent, its ravenous maw drawing Malcolm’s eye, swallowing him into its endless depths. It stopped, squared with his forehead.
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amythecinnabunny · 3 years
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I have decided. For 300 followers, here are 30 prompts that are just lines from my WIPs. Send me a prompt number + a character(s)/ship/platonic pairing and I’ll do a little drabble based off it. Alternatively, send me a number + “explain”/”context” and I’ll tell you a bit about the WIP and put the line in context. (Ignore the names, I copied these directly from various WIPs)
Also feel free to turn this into a prompt list ask game i’ll be genuinely curious to see anything else that comes of this.
I’ll write for the following fandoms:
Julie and the Phantoms
BBC Merlin
Harry Potter
Marvel
Miraculous Ladybug
The Order
Emma’s absence was tangible. It was a hole in Adrien’s heart that he could feel. He had never loved anyone like he’d loved Emma.
“If you bite me, will I turn into a vampire?” // “If I bite you, I promise it won’t be about letting you live further.”
“If I don’t make it back -- no listen to me. If I don’t make it out, you have to promise to stay alive. For me. You have to live if I can’t. I made my choice. If I have to pay a price like this for it, then that’s something I have to do.”
“I want one.” // “One what?” Sam asked stupidly, patting his pockets for the phone he’d left in the kitchen. Then he paused. “Oh,” he whispered, “a baby.”
Ani didn’t fancy explaining the difference between being the spirit of a dead person and being someone with ghost physiology so she generally just pretended to be a fifteenth century queen hellbent on haunting the organisation’s property. It was fun.
“I want you to stay so desperately. I wish I could find the strength to persuade you to stay. But I know you have to go and I know you’ll find me again. You always do, right?”
Myles was a soldier. Not because she wanted to be or needed to be. She was because that’s all she knew.
“Don’t worry. We haven’t added my blood -- or anyone’s for that matter -- to the potion so any large scale and or dangerous magic spells won’t come to fruition like time portals or. . .” Merlin trailed off at the look on Gwen’s face, His shoulders dropped. “I already did it, didn’t I?”
“Wh- Daisy?! No. No, no, no, no. You can’t have a crush on Daisy Louise. Reg, she will break you.”
Being a professional assassin was only fun when she actually got jobs. Otherwise she was stuck listening to Luke whining.
“It’s only been two hundred years. Angela Darling, we would never forget the promise of a saviour.” // “YOU TOLD THEM I’M A SAVIOUR?????”
Phoenix crashed through the window with a loud curse. Did she know she’d crashed into the house of the only superhero who could fight her? She stood up and brushed glass off her gray leotard. “Sorry. I thought the window was open.”
Dell stared at Kai like he’d grown a second head. “We are not throwing the king overboard.”
“If you ever touch him again,” Anna hissed, her dagger flush against the knight’s throat, “I don’t care if I bring war upon Camelot herself, I will slit your throat and leave you to bleed in the dungeons. Do you understand?”
Dealing with other people’s nightmares was easier than dealing with her own.
“This can’t be happening. I must be dreaming. There’s no way my favourite character in the whole world is standing here.” // “Why, River Farley! What a coincidence! You just happen to be my favourite character in the whole world!”
Clearly magic was an ineffective weapon when faced with Eddie and a tree branch in her hands.
“Call me a bloodsucker one more time--” // “Am I wrong, though?”
Amy stared at the chaotic mess that was her team. “Okay, so I’ve just decided that I’m your parental unit while Peter’s missing, whatever I say goes.”
Being dead was fun. Watching people slowly skew the story of your life, the greatest romance of all centuries, was decidedly not fun. 
“So I just have to pretend to date you for a month and I get to piss my cousin off? Okay!”
Given the equipment, Rae would have probably tried to become a vigilante at thirteen instead of eighteen.
“Trying to forget you has been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.”
Launet was the kind of person who, upon being handed a baby, either wanted to kidnap it for herself to raise or chuck it out the window. There was no in inbetween.
“Breaking into the Hollywood Ghost Club was admittedly not my best moment but look me in the eye and tell me it doesn’t make you fall a little bit in love with me.” 
“Daisy, my love, I adore you. But I genuinely would rather walk into traffic than sit on your bike with you.”
Being dead wouldn’t have been such a problem for Aleksei if he didn’t have to go about his afterlife watching the love of his life making the world’s stupidest decisions.
“I ate a peanut.” // “Aren’t you deathly allergic to nuts?” // “Yeah.” // “Je- FUCK! Did it have to be now while I’m bleeding out?”
Romeo always thought that he’d cross over when Bella eventually died. He didn’t expect her to figure out a way to bring him back to life. It was annoying. This was the seventh door he’d walked into.
Promise me that when I die, you’ll get Buzzfeed Unsolved involved. -- seen @ 8.15pm
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join-the-joywrite · 3 years
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I'm going to try for something other than angst but we'll see, ig. I'm going way out of my comfort zone for this -- look at me making an effort not to make you cry akxnnsnss
Julie had had food poisoning before. Multiple times. It wasn't really cause for concern. She just wasn't observant enough sometimes, or she forgot that the container at the very bottom of the fridge was meant to be thrown out. But regardless, food poisoning was mainly just a nuisance to Julie.
That is, until she met three ghosts whose death came from bad hot dogs. Luke almost put her off sandwiches in general completely.
Now, Julie wasn't afraid of dying. No, no, she knew she would be fine. She had food poisoning before and she knew what was coming and how to help herself. What she was afraid of, was her boys finding out.
Thankfully, whatever it was that she ate wasn't too bad. She went through school and was fine all through band practice. And then the nauseating feeling plus the cramps got too much for Julie. She told her boys she wanted to work on a little bit of homework and that she was not to be disturbed. They agreed but everyone knew they'd be in her room later that night.
As she headed back to the house and straight for the bathroom, Julie hoped she'd be fine by then.
As it turns out, Julie was not fully fine by then. She ended up eating a bit of toast for supper and was reminded by both Carlos and Ray to take a bottle of water up to bed with her.
She didn't really need the reminder -- she'd been here enough times to know exactly which bottle could hold a full litre of water and which one would keep the water cool for the longest possible time. (When she was eleven, she had one marked as poopy water, to indicate she should fill that up to the top and make sure to drink all that when she had diarrhea. Rose had laughed so hard, they kept the bottle until it broke.)
So, there was Julie, curled up under her blanket with a very large sippy cup her water bottle, headphones on and watching something on her phone, periodically sipping at the water to ensure that when Ray came to bid her good night, the bottle would be at least halfway finished.
The boys poofed in without warning. Alex was the one to tell her that Carlos told them she had food poisoning.
Julie's first thought was that she was going to kick Carlos. The second was to immediately reassure them that she would be fine.
Of the three of them, it was Reggie whose expression truly stuck Julie hard. His terrified look reminded Julie of the look in his eyes when Luke almost didn't make it to the Orpheum -- but worse.
"You know I don't like being sick around people."
"Yeah, but we're not people, we're ghosts."
Julie shot Luke a glare that held very little annoyance and a lot of fondness. "Fine. I suppose you can stay."
Reggie stood behind Luke and Alex, picking at his fingernails. It was a nervous habit, so Julie learned, but one that only cropped up when Reggie was truly scared. "Are you gonna be okay?"
Luke pouted when Julie opened her arms for Reggie and let him lay with her, but he knew Reggie needed the assurance.
Julie kissed the top of Reggie's head as she held him tight. "I'm gonna be perfectly fine by morning."
"Promise?"
"Mhm."
Still, Reggie needing the assurance didn't stop Luke from getting jealous. After all, he was worried too. He jumped up and climbed onto the bed on Julie's other side. "Make room, I want a hug too."
Julie laughed softly as Luke wrapped his arms around her, forming some sort of hug chain. "You worry too much," she said, noting the fact that Alex seemed to be most calm about the whole situation. She looked up at him. "You can come down here, too. I promise to try not to barf on you."
"It's not the barfing I'm afraid of," Alex joked, receiving three glares in varying levels of disgust and annoyance. He grinned. "What? It's the truth!"
"Just shut up and come here," Julie said.
Of course, Alex was in the mood to lighten the air -- hopefully bringing a smile to Reggie's face in the process -- so he did the silliest thing he could think of and that was to throw himself over all three of them.
"And what are we gonna do when I need to go to the bathroom?"
"We'll shit on that bridge when we get to it."
"ALEX!!"
"Gross, dude."
"That was horrible."
After a moment of silence following his bad joke, Alex blew raspberry that sounded suspiciously like a fart.
"I regret saying you could stay."
But Reggie was grinning again and Julie couldn't be happier to have her boys around her, smiling and laughing.
But it didn't last long.
"Bathroom break!"
Alex made several farting sounds as Julie escaped their clutches.
"You disgust me," Luke said, staring at Alex.
Alex made another fart sound.
Reggie chuckled.
"I CAN HEAR YOU GUYS FROM THE BATHROOM, SHUT UP!"
Downstairs, Carlos and Ray shared a glance before turning up the volume on the TV. If they didn't hear the boys troubling Julie, they couldn't be held accountable for picking sides or not.
I know it's short but I wanted to do something cute & happy or just plain funny and I'm hoping I checked at least one of those boxes amdnnxjsnd its 8am and I've been up since 4 if there are mistakes in here, no there aren't shhh
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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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[21/?]
BDBWM Day 1 | Last Name: Wayne
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Bernard peeks into the lounge, expecting to see Tim, but instead he finds a petite girl sitting behind a desk. Her eyes are shielded behind a pair of sunglasses, complementing her two-piece suit. 
“Sorry.” He shyly backs away. “I’m looking for Tim?” 
“Sit down.” The girl motions to the empty chair in front of the table. 
After a quick scan of the room, Bernard hesitantly sits. He finds the girl familiar, but he can’t put a finger on it.
“So, Mr. Bernardo Howdy—” 
“It’s actually Bernard Dowd—” 
She nods. “Mr. Bernard Dowd. I understand that you are currently in a romantic relationship with my client, Timothy Jackson Caroline Drake-Wayne—” 
“Wait, Caroline isn’t his—” 
“And I am here to ensure that you are treating him as he deserves and I shall administer the ‘Spade Conversation’ on you.” 
“Spade Conversation? Oh, you mean like a shovel talk?”
“Layman’s terms. Potato, potahto.” She waves her hand. 
“Umm, sorry, who are you again?” 
She lowers her glasses a tad bit, revealing her narrowed piercing blue eyes. “Last name: Wayne. First Name: Marinette ‘Marino’ Dupain-Cheng.” 
“Tim’s sister!” Bernard’s eyes widened in recognition. “I don’t think we’ve met before. But you seem really familiar.” 
She clears her throat. “Perhaps you’re mistaking me for someone else. First question, what do you feel about space dinosaurs that are robot hybrids?” 
He looks down on the piece of paper she’s writing on. “Is that a receipt from Batburger? And a crayon?” 
“My materials are irrelevant in these discussions. So, space dinosaurs?” 
“Err—they sound pretty cool?” 
Marinette hums and scribbles down a doodle on the receipt. “Question two. In the case of my client’s extreme sleep deprivation, what are your contingency plans?” 
“Hmm, I usually get him to come cuddle with me and I try to take away his coffee. He falls asleep quickly after that.” Bernard smiles a little. “Did I get that right?” 
“It shall still be deliberated by the panel of shovellers—” 
Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing a dishevelled and alarmed Tim. Marinette squeaks and hides her things. 
Tim groans. “I was about to tell you not to go to the manor!” He glares at his sister. “What the hell were you doing?” 
“I wasn’t doing anything!” Marinette brings her arms up. “Just a proxy for the head shoveller!” 
“Who the heck is head shoveller?!” 
“That information’s classified!” 
A grumbling Tim takes Bernard by the hand and tugs him out of the room. Bernard waves goodbye to Marinette, entertained by her stunt. 
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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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[18/?]
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The problem with babysitting your siblings during patrol is that they get reckless. Just because there's an unknown force saving them without them realizing it, they get complacent.
For example, they lose their fair share of Batarangs.
More specifically, Damian loses a lot of Batarangs.
Inari scowls when she finds another one sitting near the edge of a rooftop. Isn't a Batarang supposed to come back to you?! Why don't you ever pick up after yourself Robin?
She slips it into her collection and jumps down into a street to follow Robin. Casting her invisibility, she waits until he's in an alley with a dead end before flicking the blades one by one.
Fwoop.
One pins down the corner of his cape. Robin halts, pinned into place. "What---" He draws his sword. "Who's there?!"
Fwoop. Fwoop. Fwoop.
Before he can register what's happening, more Batarangs fly by, attaching him to the wall until he can no longer move. His katana drops to the ground when one of the Batarangs catch his gloves and trap him to the wall.
"Show yourself!" Robin growls.
Inari doesn't move from her hiding place. Instead, she snaps a photo with her staff and turns on her earpiece to secretly tune in the family comms line. Unfortunately for Robin, he's not able to turn on his comms.
"Has anybody heard from Robin?" Batman asks.
Inari watches with amusement as Robin tries to reach for his ear but fails miserably.
"He went west, right?" Says Red Robin.
"Red Hood, you're nearest. Check in on his location."
Inari grins and leans back to wait for Jason. Red Hood drops into the alley in no time, takes one look at Robin, and doubles over laughing.
"What---what happened to you?!" Red Hood cackles.
"They appeared out of nowhere!" Robin struggles against the Batarangs. "I am guessing that they are my lost Batarangs."
Red Hood snorts. "They came back to haunt you?"
"This is not a laughing matter, Hood! Free me!"
Red Hood snickers. "Hold on a sec." He puts a finger to his helmet. "Hey, Replacement? Yeah, I did. You have to come here . . . No I won't say why. Just come here."
Next, it's Red Robin's turn to laugh at Robin, who glares and flails.
"Take these away!" Robin yells.
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute." The two vigilantes move to his side and Red Robin snaps a quick photo.
Inari smiles to herself proudly. Lesson learned, Damian.
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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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[16/?]
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The aura of the Pits is particularly strong today.
Marinette doesn't know if Jason's just in a mood, or there's something that upset him. Whatever it is, she can feel the lingering energies of destruction in him and she swears his eyes shifted to green at one point.
Maybe that's why he's in the manor right now? To keep himself calm?
That's when Marinette starts baking. She knows he likes muffins and cookies so she prepares a batch to give to him.
She spots him wordlessly scrolling through his phone on the couch. Though he pretends to be relaxed, his whole figure is tense and his leg is bouncing.
"Hey Jay, want some snacks?" she gives the warm pastries to him.
He gives her a bright smile. "Thanks, Pixie."
---
Later that afternoon, she finds him curled up in the library with the book. The aura has gotten smaller, but its presence is still strong. She picks a book off the shelf and moves over to him.
"Mind if I read next to you?" she asks.
He looks up from his book, eyebrows raised. "Sure."
She doesn't normally read long books, but she finds her picture book on fashion interesting. Jason also seems immersed in his own reading so she sits in silence with him.
---
"What's with you sticking to me the whole day?" Jason asks when she finds him in the gardens.
"You're not home in the manor most of the time so I figured I needed to spend the day with you," Marinette lied.
"Is that the only reason?"
She sighs. "Okay, I noticed you were feeling down and I wanted to cheer you up."
He chuckles. "You've got some weird intuition there."
"What do you mean?"
"Nevermind." He shrugs. "Thank you, Pix. I feel better now."
And the aura has receded.
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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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[39/?]
BDBWM Day 26 | You're MDC?!
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It all begins with Marinette complaining to Bruce that the bolt of fabric she ordered won’t be arriving on time for the commission deadline. 
“You’re MDC?” Bruce stares at her. 
“Yeah? I thought you knew, Dad.” 
The fact, however, seems to have a bluescreen effect on Bruce. “The designer MDC, who WE had a partnership with for the gala? That MDC?” 
“I . . . I seriously thought you knew. Tim was so excited when the contract was signed. Didn’t you see him?” 
Panic flashes in Bruce’s eyes at the thought of not knowing his child’s great feat. “About that fabric, what do you need? We can take a jet to this special fabric store in—” 
“No, Dad, that’s too much!” She forgets how rich the Waynes are sometimes. 
“Are you sure? I can buy a warehouse right now if you want. WE needs to expand into fabrics anyways—” 
“Dad, Dad, no I can just talk to my client.  I’m sure they’ll understand if the order needs to be pushed back. I was just venting it out a while ago.” 
“Or, we can pay your client so they agree to wait for your commission for as long as it takes—” 
“Dad, please.” 
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ggomos-maribat · 2 years
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[32/?]
BDBWM Day 12 | Time Travel
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Marinette flicks one of her bunny ears. She hasn’t worn the Rabbit in years. Is it possible to be rusty with a Miraculous? She huffs.
She opens up the burrow haphazardly. She has a mission to do. 
It’s frightening to think what a Domino effect can do. In normal cases, she will not resort to using the Rabbit Miraculous, but she's running on an ungodly amount of sleep and doesn’t know what to do. 
See, Titus just found her precious commissions and saw fit to make the shirts his new toys. And that only happened because Tim accidentally lit his chew toy on fire. Which only happened because Damian misplaced said chew toy. Which only happened because he was busy arguing with Jason one day. And Jason was set off in a bad mood because Bruce took him off vigilante privileges (even going as far as to steal his helmet, weapons, and suit). Her Dad only got irked because he thought Jason was behind a prank in his office. 
A prank which Marinette herself initiated. 
She finds the right timeline and squeezes into the hole. Unfortunately, it lands right inside Batcow’s barn. She puts a finger up to her lips to keep it from earning Alfred’s attention and sneaks off to the inside of the manor.
Marinette runs to her father’s office, detransforms and bursts inside. “Dad, don’t open that drawer!” 
Bruce, in the middle of opening that exact drawer, pauses. “What drawer? I thought you were asleep sweetheart.” 
She does a double take. Wait, the string’s not there! The prank’s not in place yet! She checks her pocket watch. True enough, past Marinette is still yet to set up her diabolical plan. 
“Nevermind!” She squeaks and shuts the door abruptly. 
She dashes through the hall and intercepts her former self (who’s heading to the office). Marinette shakes Past Marinette’s shoulders. “Whatever you do, don't pull off that prank! Your commissions! Our commissions! Uncle Jagged!” 
Past Marinette blinks sleepily. “Future Mari? How do I know you’re really me?” 
Marinette stares at herself dead in the eye. “Four years ago. At Musée Grévin—” 
Her duplicate’s eyes bug out. “Okay! Okay! I get it! Won’t do the prank anymore! Promise!” 
At that second, Marinette senses a presence near them. Both Marinettes freeze and turn to their side, where the kitchen is in view. Tim stares back at them, pouring coffee directly on the top of the island rather than his mug. 
“I . . . I should get some sleep instead,” Tim mutters. 
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BDBWM Day 15 | Demons
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“Damian’s the demon, and Pixie’s the angel,” says Jason, popping open his soda drink. Marinette doesn’t know how the conversation ended up there. She hasn’t been listening before, but she’s listening now. 
“I take offense to that.” She points her pencil at Jason. “I am a demon.” 
Jason snorts disbelievingly. 
“I am! I’ll prove it to you,” Marinette scowls. “You’ve seen how much of a menace I can be!” 
“Pfft, what are you gonna do? Swap out all the spoons in the kitchen? Add less sugar to your brownies?” 
It’s because you don’t know about my Inari persona! Marinette wants to scream. 
“I can do much, much worse,” she declares threateningly.
“I am afraid you have opened the gates of hell, Todd.” Damian shakes his head solemnly. 
---
Marinette stifles her giggles. It’s easy enough breaking into Jason’s apartment. He made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch, white tuft of hair unguarded. 
She grabs the gel she bought the previous day: a quick dye that can be applied directly and lasts for a few days. She takes a generous dollop and carefully rubs it on his hair. Jason snores away, none the wiser. 
She does an evil laugh in her head, seeing the hot pink against his dark hair. For added effect, she puts more dye on some of his tips. Take that, Pink Hood. 
---
It’s another hostage situation in the grocery store. 
Marinette just wants to get some eggs. 
Red Hood moves to her side protectively—not subtle at all, Jay!—as the other vigilantes face off with Freeze and the other thugs. Marinette drums her fingers boredly on her basket. Then, she points at a batch of tin cans in one aisle. 
“What?” Red Hood asks. 
She smiles sweetly. “It’s you!” 
Spoiler passes by and manages to catch her words. She bellows out laughter as she throws her punches. 
---
“Is that Jason’s bike?” 
Marinette’s about to put the helmet over her head when Duke catches her red-handed. She’s already straddling the tall motorcycle, ready to steal it away for a ride. Damn, I should’ve stolen the tires instead. 
“Yeah . . .” she says. 
“Do you know how to drive that?” 
“Uhh, I’ve driven a scooter.” And a Lucky Charm motorcycle. Does that count? “Are you gonna tell Jay?” 
“What? No way! I’ll go with you.” Duke gets a helmet of his own and settles on the backseat. Marinette smirks and turns the engine on. 
They pass by a stunned (pink-haired) Jason who’s about to head up to his apartment. Marinette stops the bike in front of him, pulls up her visor, and snickers. “ ‘Sup?” 
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BDBWM Day 11 | Robin
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Marinette just finished a multi-purpose robin-themed hoodie. Though it’s mainly fashioned after Damian’s suit, she included features from the previous Robins.
But she’s not satisfied. Not yet. To solve her restlessness, she hatches a plan, sneaks down to the Batcave, and sets up a camera. 
---
The timing is impeccable. Her brothers go down to the Batcave together and see their new suits at the same time. 
Dick gasps in delight. Jason looks terrifyingly disgusted. Tim stares blankly at his new clothing. 
They all come out simultaneously. Dick admires his upsized Robin suit, an exact replica of his old one. He laughs and does a twirl. “Damn, my ass looks great in this.” 
Jason comes out scowling. He’s wearing his helmet still, but his usual getup is replaced by his skintight Robin outfit. Marinette stifles her laughs. “Where the hell did my jacket go?” 
When Tim slides out, he has his cape wrapped around him like a blanket. “It’s kind of cold in this.” 
Dick looks over to where Damian hid to change. “At least Little D still has his own suit—” 
Dick, Tim and Jason burst out guffawing when Damian steps out. Instead of his usual suit, he has a Discowing outfit, complete with the deep V-neckline and high collar. The glare he sends the others transcends hell. 
Marinette smiles to herself, making a mental note to edit herself into the picture with them. 
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BDBWM Day 10 | First Steps
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Bruce positions himself on the mat in front of Marinette. She shakes her hands to relieve tension, careful not to loosen the bandages wrapped around her knuckles. Then, she tightens her ponytail and rolls her shoulders. 
Basic self defense. That’s what Bruce wants to teach her. She didn’t even know they had a gym in the manor until that day. Her father was insistent for her to learn because of potential kidnappings, being a Wayne. 
As if I can’t defend myself even out of costume, she sighs. 
“Remember to relax, but not too much,” Bruce instructs. “Try again.”
Marinette curls her hand into a fist and punches the air loosely. 
Bruce’s expression falters, obviously not wanting to tell her that she didn’t do good. “Another one, sweetie. Imagine there’s a bad man in front of you who wants to hurt you.”
She throws another punch, purposely making her movement flimsy to not draw suspicion.
“Okay . . .” Bruce frowns. 
The door creaks open to reveal Damian delivering bottles of water. He looks back and forth between the two of them. “How is her progress?” 
“She’s . . . learning.” Bruce clears his throat. “Mari, why don’t you try with Damian and he can help give you tips?” 
“I’ll just punch him?” Marinette quizzes. 
“Yes. Remember, aim properly, keep your stance steady and pull your hand back to defend right away.” 
She nods, biting back an eager smile. “Okay. Got it.” 
Marinette punches Damian—for real this time. She gives him a direct fist to the gut, making him double over and wheeze in pain. His eyes grow wide as he grunts, nearly dropping the two bottles. She swears she hears him let out a curse in Arabic.
She turns to her father. “How was that?” 
Bruce’s face shows nothing but pride. “Amazing.”
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BDBWM Day 14 | Overprotection
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Marinette finishes slipping on her shoes at the same time the doorbell rings. She races towards it, giddiness pumping in her chest. 
But Jason beats her to it. 
He opens the door and easily covers the path with his stature. Marinette’s face twists into a scowl. Jason leans on the doorframe. “Name, age, occupation, intentions with my sister?” 
Before the visitor can reply, Marinette pulls Jason away, growling, “Felix Graham de Vanily, eighteen, my fucking boyfriend, here to take me out on a date!” 
“Hmp.” Jason crosses his arms. 
“I already told you about our plans!” She raises her voice. “Wait—did you just go to the manor for this? Weren’t all of you done with your shovel talk?!” 
Jason examines his fingernails. “Were we?” 
She waves him away. “Go away, Jason.” 
He turns to Felix. “Have her home by—” 
“Nine p.m. sharp, I know.” Felix says coolly. 
Damian pops out of nowhere with his katana. “Keep her safe or else I will skewer you!” 
“Damian!” Marinette hisses. “Not the family heirloom!” 
The boy grumbles under his breath after Felix makes the promise. Marinette pushes both her brothers away and shuts the door behind her. Felix smiles, takes her hand, and bends down to press a featherlight kiss on her knuckles. “Mademoiselle.” 
Her grin stretches wide as she pulls him for a hug. “Mon amour, I missed you.” 
In her periphery, she spots both Jason and Damian’s face squished against the window. She throws them a glare and locks her arm around Felix’s, walking down the front steps. 
“I’m so sorry about them,” she groans, running her fingers through her heated curls. 
“It’s not out of the ordinary,” Felix says with a hint of amusement in his tone. “It’s a good thing they are protective of you.” 
“Overprotective,” she corrects. “This is why I prefer our dates to be in Paris and not Gotham.” 
“Even so, they find ways to threaten me.” 
She huffs. 
“And then I told Adrien to catch those M&M’s with his mouth—” Marinette stops, nearly dropping her fork. 
There, on one of the rooftops near the outdoor restaurant, she spots several figures. Reds. Green. Blue. Black. 
Her entire family. 
Her mouth hangs open as she tries not to look at them. “It’s still the afternoon!” She whispers. “Why the hell are they here?” 
Felix doesn’t seem to mind, but the vigilantes diligently follow them on their date: hiding behind trees during their stroll in the gardens; scaling windows outside the museum; hopping across buildings whenever they traveled with a cab. She also spots Orphan casually sitting on a park bench, reading an oversized newspaper, not bothering to make herself less suspicious. 
As they walk in the streets, Marinette stops and looks straight at Felix. “Let’s go to a love hotel.” 
“Ma belle, your father will have a heart attack.” 
“I don’t care. As long as it gets us some privacy.” 
“They will stage a crime scene there to keep us out.” 
She muffles her frustrated scream against his chest. They will, won’t they? 
Marinette slams Bruce’s home office door open, fuming in her stomps. “Dad.” She fearlessly faces him head on. “I want to file a restraining order.”
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BDBWM Day 13 | Identities
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Marinette is in a panic. 
They’re supposed to visit the Kents in a few hours and she forgot that her Uncle Clark knows about her. She makes a mad dash to the privacy of her room and looks for his number. 
“Uncle C!” She squeaks out when he picks up, spilling everything out in one breath. “Can you maybe keep quiet about my identity during the picnic ‘cause I haven’t told Dad and the others and make sure Conner and Jon and Aunt Lois keep quiet too in case they know?” 
Thankfully, Clark is able to get all of that. “Sure, Marinette. I’m sure your family won’t bring up vigilante work anyway because you’re there.” 
She sighs in relief. “Yeah, but just in case. Thanks Uncle C.” 
---
While her Uncle Clark is subtle about her and her family’s identities, he’s not subtle about his. He keeps disappearing during the family picnic, running off to multiple emergencies. She feels sorry for him; being Superman means having your hands full after all. 
She spreads the jam on her bread and bites into it. Clark stands up for the fifth time, earning everyone’s eyes. “Sorry, I gotta go again. This’ll be quick,” he waves and goes back to the house. 
Marinette munches on her sandwich. “Uncle’s awfully busy today.” 
Without batting an eye, Bruce speaks up. “He has hemorrhoids.” 
Conner nearly chokes on his cake while Jon’s eyes widen. Lois releases a huff of slightly amused laughter through her nose. Ma and Pa Kent exchange glances. 
“Is that so?” Marinette raises an eyebrow. “Is that why you run out to emergencies too, Dad?” 
Bruce scoffs. “Of course not. I always have work.”  
“Yeah, yeah, as if you don’t go check on your Beanie Babies whenever you think they’ve been messed with.” 
“You have Beanie Babies?!” Dick exclaims. 
“He bought a rare one for half a million one time in an auction.” Tim nods. 
Marinette’s sure that the red tinting Bruce’s cheeks aren’t from sunburn.
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BDBWM Day 8 | Significant Other
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Marinette puts on a serious face in front of her huddled siblings. “I know we always mess around during galas, but this time, please. Act. Normal. Understand?” 
Stephanie raises her hand. “Define normal.” 
“Normal as in do not embarrass yourselves or me.” Marinette crosses her arms over her handmade dress. 
The others give her casual nods or sounds of agreement before they break away from the group. Bruce is already entertaining some of the guests, sneaking worried glances at the boys every five seconds. 
Meanwhile, Marinette takes a deep breath and fixes her curls. She steps towards her date when both Tim and her father block her view to up a conversation with the boy. 
No! Tim! Dad! She groans internally. Minding her high heels, she stalks over to the refreshments table to eavesdrop on the two. Marinette bends down and peeks from the edge of the tablecloth with narrowed eyes.
“So about Marinette . . .” Tim raises an eyebrow. “You never mentioned your relationship with her during our discussion about the business deal.” 
The blonde boy responds coolly. “I did not want to give off the impression that I am only involved with her to curry favor with Wayne Industries.” 
“And knowing the danger to your reputation, you still proceeded with the partnership?” Bruce asks with a faux smile. 
“If you see the deal as a reason to doubt my loyalty to Marinette, then I can back out if you want. My family’s company can stand on its own.” 
Bruce seems surprised with the boy’s answer. Marinette pumps her fist. As expected from mon amour. She stands up with a satisfied grin and gets ready to cut into the conversation—
“What are you doing?” Stephanie whispers next to her ear. 
Marinette shrieks loudly and stumbles forward. But instead of meeting the cold hard floor and humiliating herself entirely, she’s caught by two strong arms. She opens her eyes, locking them with familiar gray ones. 
“Fe—Fe,” she stutters, face heating up. 
He gives her a charming smile. “Marinette. I was waiting for you.” 
All the while, her family members are scrutinizing the scene. Marinette blushes harder and drags her boyfriend to the dance floor, knowing that he will be subjected to the Waynes’ silent criticisms. 
She puts her arms around Felix’s neck and sways along with the music. 
“So—sorry for that,” she breathes out, resting her forehead on his chest. “They’re such a handful. But I think you impressed my dad.” 
“Hard to say, considering your brothers and father seem to be staring daggers at me.” He presses a gentle kiss on her head. 
“Please ignore them.” Marinette clutches him tighter. “Missed you. I’m so glad you went.” 
“I missed you too, my love.”
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