#but their won't fit into a prompt

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *31*

Dan… no, Bruce often thought back how his life had started. A young kid – not older than four years of age - had died in his sleep. His soul was leaving for the realms. And the Ancients had asked him if he was ready for redemption. Ready to live a new life, with all the happiness and pain it had to offer. He said yes, because nothing could be worse than rotting in the Thermos.

He had been wrong.

He had been shoved in the dying body of a little kid, his memory's of his past life simplified, so that his new brain could still grasp them without hurting him. He knew that he had been Dan once. Now he was little Bruce Wayne. He wasn’t allowed to ever take a life while he had his free will. He wasn’t allowed to ever tell anyone about his past live. He wasn’t allowed to use his powers, should he ever find the strength to reach his core again. The Ancients had made it clear that they would otherwise take everything from him. He remembered that his original, Phantom the Ancient of Balance had been against this, but he had been outvoted. If he should be able to heal his obsessions and never kill somebody, he and his family would share an afterlife together. His obsession unwrapped itself. Without being able to reach his core it was easier. His core was mending itself back together, his broken obsessions healing. From Danny's side he got the obsession to protect and belong in his fraid. From Vlad he got the obsession for control and family. And everything seemed to be perfect in the beginning. He had his Mother and Father. They were all safe. And he had as much control as a small child could have. He really was striving.

And then his parents died.

It broke him, not completely, but enough. And then he became the Batman. Being a hero, while also having something that was so vampire-esque was almost like a homage to whom he had been made of once. And even though he didn’t have a family anymore, except for Alfred, he at least could protect other people and gain some control back.

Than he got Dick, his first Robin. And everything was wonderful again, he healed again. Then he found Jason and he was brought into his little family and he loved it so much. All of this was worth it. Having his two sons and his father in all but name by his side was so much better then the Thermos.

He had been wrong again.

Bruce need for control and protect made him sometimes a bad parent, he knew this. But he never wanted to push his children away. He needed to find Jason and apologies.

And then he hold the broken body of his son.

This time the crack was bigger. Because he should have been able to protect his family. Because it was all his fault! He wanted to hunt down and kill the clown, he was holding onto a thread. He knew he would lose everyone if he let himself slip, but it was so hard.

And then Tim came into his life, holding him together, even though it shouldn’t be his job. But he healed, little by little. Until the Red Hood came. Until Jason came back and asked the impossible.

He couldn’t damn everyone and Jason to be erased. He couldn't lose his family, his son again.

#skylers prompts #dcxdp #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc #don't tag the danny phantom fandom #bruce wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #dan phantom #Dan Phantom is Bruce Wayne #I really want to write this #but I don't have the time qwq #please someone take it and run with it! #I have so many more thoughts on this one #but their won't fit into a prompt #maybe someday I find the time to write fics again... #This hit me today and I wrote it instead of the other 12 ideas in my drafts

[leporidaisical]

Sprout Fight 2024 1 - Renewal, Dandelion Dreams

Quick-and-rough prompt fill for Sprout Fight 2024, featuring Coriander!

#SproutFight2024 #flight rising #frfanart #fr fae #multigaze #body horror #<- not really but i think i'd have to filter it on af so i'll tag it here #wooo more prompt calenders! time to get three prompts in #and then get bored and stop again #hopefully kinda learned my lesson this time and won't be trying to do them in a consistent style #probably only gonna use the palettes for a few of them too #I just noticed that day 10 is cultivation #which this fits much better #ah well

[hailsatanacab]

@the-ghost-trader - ooooh, i love this! it has the potential to be so incredibly sad, too, like poor Damian just trying to carve out something normal for himself only for it blow up in his face

BUT, shockingly, i'm not about the angst today! not yet anyway 😇

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“So, how was your day?”

Despite his answering groan, Damian likes this. This. This whole… thing he has with Danielle. With Ellie. 

And, yeah, he’s not exactly told any of the others yet, but can you blame him? For wanting to keep something, anything, to himself. Wanting to keep this small little slice of goodness he’s managed to carve out, untouched and unmarred by his family, by their other lives, by the rogues, the vigilantes, the assassins, everyone.

“That bad, huh?”

Being with Ellie is freeing. That’s the best way to describe it.

She knows. Damian surprised even himself when he told her—not about the others, mind, but he supposes it’s not hard to put two and two together and Dani has always been smarter than most—but it’s the best decision he’s ever made, and no matter what the niggling little voice in the back of his head says (the one that sounds suspiciously like Father), he can’t bring himself to regret it.

He won’t. Because having Ellie know gives him freedom.

She’s a safe place, a hand to hold, a warm, welcoming presence when things inevitably turn ugly. It’s the freedom to just be normal when everything else in his life spirals into stranger and more stressful missions.

“Richard is being insufferable again. I do not understand his incessant need to know everything about my life.”

“Oh? What’s he done now?” 

“I was subjected to an hour long interrogation about my love life, like it’s any of his business. It’s infuriating!”

“Ugh, tell me about it. I get the same thing from Jazz, constantly. It can be suffocating.” Ellie says as she curls herself tighter into his side. “But it’s just how they show they care.”

“Yes, well, sometimes I wish he wouldn’t—”

“Hey!” Ellie pushes herself up to glare at him, punctuating her shout with a soft whack to his arm for good measure. “What have I said about using that word?”

“Yes, yes,” he placates with a roll of his eyes, “‘Be careful what you wish for.’ I apologise, it won't happen again.”

“Damn straight it won't.”

She maintains eye contact with him for a second longer before tucking herself back into his side, squirming around with a long, contented hum that Damian can feel rumble through him. He smiles and doesn’t complain even when he has to shift to give her more room after a particularly strong elbow jabs him in the ribs. It means leaving the warm patch on the couch, but he’s rewarded with another long, happy moan as she settles and Damian can’t bring himself to mind.

Ellie constantly makes noises. Little mews and hums and laughs and songs known only to her. It reminds him of a cat, sometimes. He likes it. It calms him down; it means she’s happy, so he's happy.

They settle back into the cushions and Damian lets the subject drop, not wanting to spoil the moment. Outside, the wind changes direction and from where he’s laying he can watch as the snow starts to come down thick and heavy. Hopefully it’ll mean a quiet night's patrol.

“Is that why you haven’t introduced me yet?”

“What?” He can't help it, he stiffens at the thought of losing his secret, of the scrutiny he'll be inviting if he lets anyone know.

“Are you worried I’ll embarrass you?”

Damian’s eyes snap down quick to reassure her, only to see her light, teasing grin. He lets out a breath of relief. It figures she wouldn't worry about that.

“Of course not, don’t be absurd. You could never embarrass me.”

“I don’t know,” she muses, her voice taking on a dangerous lilt, “that sounds like a challenge.”

“Believe me, having been subjected to Father’s Brucie persona at every gala I’ve been to, it would take a lot to embarrass me.”

“Alright, bet. I’ll get you, just you wait.”

“You’ve already got me.”

She flicks him on the nose. “You’re such a sap.”

He hums his agreement, enjoying the tinkling sound of her laughter. And then, before he can think otherwise, he asks, “Is that why you haven’t introduced me?”

“That’s different,” she scowls. “You know how hard it is to get there, there’s no signal, and Danny only gets a break like—oh, Ancients!”

Damian gets another elbow to the ribs as she bolts upright, a manic grin on her face that has him laughing.

“What is it?”

“It’s the holidays! It’s nearly Truce Day! You know I said I had a family thing around Christmas?”

“Yes?” 

“Well, do you want to come to it? I can introduce you then! I mean, it’s going to be a bit formal and you’ll have to meet everyone, not just family. There’s going to be some banquets, you’ll have to sit through some long speeches and you have to be on your best behaviour at all times, okay? Absolutely no fighting, it’s called Truce Day for a reason!”

“What?”

“Yeah, it’ll be perfect! I think Jazz is going in a couple days earlier to help with the preparations, so I’ll get her to let Danny know—and fair warning, he will try to give you the shovel talk, but this is great! It’s Truce Day, so he can’t actually do anything about it!”

“I’m sorry, but you're going to have to explain a bit.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a bit much—but that’s family, right? Danny can get pretty protective over me, which is why going on Truce Day is the best time to do it! He can’t even command the Fright Knight to stab you! It’s genius!”

“Ellie, what?”

“Like, yeah, sure, he’s the king, but even he has to obey the rules of Truce Day—and then once you’ve spent all day with him, he’ll see that you’re a fantastic, wonderful, kind, brilliant, smart, strong, capable person and he’ll get over himself and everything will be good!"

Damian collapses down onto the couch, the wind knocked out of him. This is… He had not expected anything like this at all. For all that Ellie talked about her family, she had never mentioned this.

“Did you… did you say your brother is a king?”

“Yeah! High King Phantom, have I…” The manic grin slips off her face as she turns round and notices Damian. “Have I not mentioned that before?”

“No. No, you have not.”

“Ah. Sorry. Probably should clarify that I’m also a princess.”

“Right. Yes, that follows.”

“And I’m not really his sister, I’m his clone.”

“What?”

Damian blinks and tries to say more, but he has no idea what he’s meant to do with… any of this information. 

Normal. He thought she was meant to be his normal. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Not that it changed anything, of course, of that he was certain. It’s just… a lot to take in. Overwhelming. But it's okay! He takes a deep breath, and another, and a sense of calm washes over him. Ellie makes one of her little hums as she cocks her head to the side to consider him and he can't help but relax at the normalcy of the sound. It'll be okay, he's dealt with stranger and he can deal with this.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve told you that we’re half ghosts, though, right?”

“What?”

#dpxdc #danny phantom batman #danny phantom crossover #damian wayne/dani phantom #do they have a ship name? probably but idk it sorry #this was fun!! damian is strong and smart and capable and he won't let this stop him! #sure it's a shock but what does that matter when he has the love of his life by his side!! #he can get through this! at least his girlfriend's brother/original/...father? can't get his knight to stab him #that's a point in truce day's favour - even if damian is regretting asking to be introduced #in ellie's defence she thought he knew! he's slightly liminal himself she just assumed he could pick it up! ... he could not. #when they actually get there damian loves it - he fits right in with all the ghosts #there's a little adjustment period where he is VERY prickly with everyone but he gets the hang of it very quickly #all the ghosts are very impressed with his willingness to throw down and he has to be reminded by a very stern ellie that it's TRUCE DAY #stop fighting!! #ah i really enjoyed this thank you for the prompt! i hope you enjoy it too!! #as always it came out a lot longer than i intended - i don't know why i even bothered with the whole 'five sentences' #it was obvious i wasn't going to stick to it smh #anyway i hope you liked it!! #(also but sorry i prefer to call her ellie sorry i know i'm in the minority here haha) #my writing #(shit how is it four in the morning eep) #cab writes

[limeartichoke]

wip techza art which i really liked the sky and grass of

#looking at it now the horizon looks a little flat #whatever #i still think it's pretty #also my prompt to myself with this post was #when you take your husband to see a meteorological rare event but he's too busy staring at you to notice #originally there was gonna be rainbow meteors #then decided they didn't fit into the composition #fanart #art #drawing #mcyt #mcyt fanart #techza #mcyt shipping #digital art #qsmp #dsmp #actually might recreate this irl #wip #but won't finish lmao

[lilypucks]

art month days 1 and 2!! except it's poorly done and i don't actually like it but oh well

version with no text under the cut!! shoutout to safari mode and eel lizard 103099411 for the drawing reference

#art #rw art month #rw rivulet #rivulet rw #rain world #rw slugcat #rain world downpour #rain world fanart #slugcat #i don't know what else to tag 👍 #+ combined the first two prompts since they fit and also i won't be able to draw tomorrow

[nekole-doodles]

Here's my piece for the Sixteenth Day Event! My prompt for Angst Month is The Mind: Slipping Insanity

@sixteenth-day-event

I'm not the most proud of it but I didn't have time to restart

#sixteenthdayevent #dsmp #cwilbur fanart #c wilbur #wilbur dsmp #dsmp wilbur #I DO NOT SUPPORT CC WILBUR #but c wilbur fit this prompt too well #i might have more but they won't be finish in time #dsmp fanart #dsmp art prompt #dsmp art #traditional art #colored pencils #i might remake this :/

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

AFTERMARE WEEK: day 5- spring or fall

and the more i look at your face full of wonder and happiness, the more i fall in love with you.

aftermare week by @bluepallilworld

#art #illustration #my art #utmv #aftermare week 2023 #aftermare week #geno #nightmare #fem!geno #fem!nightmare #nightmare sans #geno sans #i know i KNOW this is the cheesiest quote i have ever come up with ever and i frankly wanna erase it it's so silly- #but if i want to fit in both prompts i had to allude to the 'fall' in the description which ajzgef #it's alright i get it we gotta be cringe from time to time hhh<3 #nah but fr this PIECE #took. a little too long and the result was not really what i imagined hhh xD #i know i'm a little harsh on my art from time to time but i also know that i can draw hands better than that like come ON girl #i was stuck on nightmare's face and pose for so looong and i'm STILL not satisfied it's hellish hhh xD #it's just!!! ugh i won't say no more negatives because my baby gal geno was effortlessly perfect from the get go<3333 #btw she's blind from her right eye! gen's an albino and has naturally brown eyes so i can practice with different faces and hair textures! #they're on a date your honor<3 don't think about the clothes and the era they correspond to too much or you'll get a migraine >:'D #thanks for waiting and for all the kind words on my artworks guys!! it really warms my heart :')c have an amazing day<3333

[willowcrowned]

Pretty please can we have a follow up boba/leia/fennec one night stand pregnancy?

(Low-key hoping it's fennecs)

ABSOLUTELY you can have it I am DELIGHTED you asked

[part one]

It's not that she'd never expected to hear from Leia again. She and Boba are effective—terribly effective, as Leia would say—and if they make it long enough it'd only make sense to subcontract for the senate. Clean out some of the hutts still clinging on in their section of the Outer Rim and raise spice taxes once they've got a monopoly. It's a good plan. A long game. The sort of thing Fennec has always excelled at.

But then Leia shows up in her smuggler boyfriend's crappy ship and she's wearing a poncho three sizes too big even though it's pushing 55 out and Fennec has never claimed to be a genius, but she's been around enough to know what's going on.

"I'm not a mother," Fennec says, once they're down deep in the stronghold where the droids don't go and the air is cool and stale.

Leia looks angry when she says that—like it's Fennec's problem, like she shouldn't have fucked her if she hadn't wanted a kid out of it. Rich.

"I don't know what you expect me to do about it," Leia retorts. She's looking for a fight. And maybe that's why she likes that smuggler of hers—he'll always give her a fight, let her argue until she's forgotten what she's worried about.

Fennec stays silent.

Leia stares at her for a second—not a glare, something angrier. More bitter. She opens her mouth, and—

"I am," Boba says. "I could be its father. I would take the child."

Fennec turns to him. "Out here? On Tatooine? It'd be dead in a day."

"I'm a Mandalorian," he replies, as if that answers anything. Maybe for him it does.

Boba turns to Leia, and she looks up at him, unreadable. "Yes. I would be its father."

Leia presses her lips together. Her eyes aren't wet—Fennec doubts she's ever been a crier—but they could have been, maybe. If Leia were a little less cruel. If she were a little less desperate to come out on top. But she'd never have come to Tatooine then, so it doesn't really matter.

"You'd take the child," Leia repeats. "And raise it here."

"It would never need to know who its mother was."

"And if it's not yours?" Leia asks.

Boba looks at her for a moment, silent. "I am a Mandalorian. It will be mine."

"And I would leave it," Leia says. Her eyes are black. "We could never see each other."

"It would be loved. It would be raised well." Boba looks at her a moment longer, and the hard lines around his eyes soften just a little. "What other choice do you have?"

"You could terminate it," Fennec cuts in.

"Thank you, Ms. Shand, for that novel piece of brilliance," Leia bites back, acid-sharp. "We should thank our lucky stars we have your intellect here to save us."

Fennec looks back at her flatly, unimpressed, and watches as something in Leia snaps.

She turns to Boba, straight backed, braids like a crown around her head. "It's yours," Leia says. Her voice doesn't waver even a little. "When I have it, the baby is yours."

#cannot tell you how thrilled I was to get this in my askbox #anyways sorry i couldn't think of a way to fit any sort of paternity testing into this so i tried to do the next best thing: #all of them thinking about what terrible parents they'd make. except for boba. because his reference for good parenting was jango fett #anyways i have soooooooo many thoughts now about why leia won't get an abortion #(there are 49358939403 reasons and they're all heartbreaking) #star wars #leiafenboba #leia organa #boba fett #fennec shand #tagging this as #prompt game responses #just so i can find it if it ever goes on ao3 #jackthunderboltyt #asks

[aceghosts]

OC Moodboard: Commander Rooney Shepard + 🔮 (Zodiac Sign)

Requested by: @captastra

"Aries natives will always be ready to take action and will tend to be direct when it comes to expressing themselves. You never have to guess where you stand with these folks, as they will always let you know. These folks do not tend to hold a grudge, preferring to air out differences quickly, and move on in life. Ruled by Mars, the fiery qualities of the Ram bring great courage and determination to these natives.

Like anyone else, Aries may feel the fear, but has learned to act anyway, always striving to overcome limiting beliefs and self-doubt. Although very individualistic, these folks can also be very loyal, treating friends as fellow warriors that they feel bonded to in life’s challenges. You can count on your Aries friend to advocate for you, defend you, and face any hard conversations on your behalf to help protect, encourage, and empower you." (x)

[Send Me an Symbol for a Moodboard]

#Commander Shepard #Themshep #Commander Rooney Shepard #I Won't Let Fear Compromise Who I Am #myedits #moodboard #mood board #moodboard prompts #moodboard prompt #this description is very fitting for Rooney #They're extremely courageous #and they'll always go to hell and back for their friends #although their unwavering determination and strict moral code can make them a pain in the ass at times

[engels-art-gallery]

@darkestprompts Promptober

Day 12 Candle

And thus the story reaches it's happy end.

Have a song recommendation.

#not bothering with a background today lol #darkest dungeon #dismas #reynauld #dd crusader #dd highwayman #dd promptober 2022 #i swear tomorrow won't be reymas related #but the last few prompts fitted very nicely

[aweisz]

me a couple days ago: oooooh i love this whumptober prompt for the 9th i'll do such an elaborate thing oooooh

me on the 9th: why does drawing involve drawing

#well. i could write it. maybe it would be better as a drabble. #hmm #i can't write for shit tho (<- has three fics published on ao3)(<- people even liked them) #it would need a lot of description ugh #im ok at getting into a character's head and writing out their thoughts #like in a stream of consciousness kind of way #huh. it would actually be pretty good for whump. wow #but this specific prompt that i really want to use needs description. and actions. and dialogue which im very bad at #man #on a second thought. FUCK IT im writing it #it WILL be bad. i do not know how to speak. esp english. #but i will get into that guy's head and dissect his brain. ooough #i'll probably post it with a drawing that i did a couple days ago. it won't fit exactly but 🧑‍🏭

[gourmetsimmer]

getting the crippling urge to restart my postcard legacy 🤔

#i just feel like my sim style has changed a lot since #and with starting my own challenge and seeing how much more enjoyable my new gameplay style is... it's all i want to do #there are also a lot of new features to play with that would fit perfectly with each gen... #and i lost connection w the family rly #except i rly like the challenge & its prompts #i was also thinking about maybe pursuing whimsy stories? unsure #i probably won't end up doing anything tbh 🤣 #if i do... no i didn't #rambles

[daughterofhecata]

One of my favourite fic things: someone who's into Justus thinking he's literally the hottest, most beautiful person on earth.

#especially if it's victor or skinny or jeffrey #but also just in general #justus being wanted and desired. #skinny losing what braincells he has because justus is wearing a slightly tighter shirt than usual #victor - infamous art thief victor hugenay - thinking (and saying) that to him justus is more beautiful than any painting he has ever seen #jeffrey who's fit and sporty and popular loving justus' body #there's just something about that #anyway i'm supposed to be writing or there won't be a prompt fill for tomorrow #drei fragezeichen #justus jonas #kaj rambles #fanfiction

[ladylynse]

RC9GN Fowlham “at the altar/vows”

“Look,” Debbie said as she climbed onto a rock formation that stood slightly above the rest, “half the reason for getting married up here is so you can justify having a small wedding and a big party to your parents and all the other family who wanted to be invited but don’t want to hike up a mountain, right? You might not have an altar, but this can be your focal point, so you and Randy can stand up here to exchange your vows, and Howard and I can stand over there, and it all works out.”

Theresa took Debbie’s proffered hand and stepped up to stand beside her, looking out at everything from the swamp to the silt flats sprawling below them with Norrisville in the distance, and tried to imagine being up here with Randy, holding his hands while they said their vows in front of their closest friends; there was room enough for Julian to stand with them as their officiant, and the setup was enough to make her smile and quietly admit that this might work after all.

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#rc9gn #three sentence fic #three sentence fics #fowlham #debbie kang #theresa fowler #ladylynse #my writing #I know this won't be what you wanted #but I would argue it *technically* fits the prompt #because that's what's being discussed #(hence why I like vague prompts: the wiggle room) #I can't write the most important part of a wedding ceremony #in three sentences #some people might be able to but not me #don't have enough words to do the vows #and the description of how they're being said

[hikarinokusari]

FFXIV Writes 2022 - #5 Cutting corners

[Masterlist] — [About FFXIV Writes]

ENTRY #005 - “CUTTING CORNERS” - 954 mots

Inspiration : “Cutting corners” ou “Faire rapidement aux dépens de la qualité”. Inspiré de bien des combats où j'ai vu des classes à distance être des nazes puis être toxiques envers leur heal de manière totalement injustifiée. Dédiés à la majorité des joueurs de PF qui en plus d'être des boulets veulent se faire carry.

Résumé : Respectez vos coéquipiers. Chaîne de sorts et versoin ne remplaceront jamais les compétences d'un mage spécialisé. Ils vous le feront bien savoir si vous faites les marioles.

TW : Mort implicite.

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Le Mage rouge à terre se demandait ce qu’il s’était passé pour que la situation s’envenime à ce point pour lui. Il avait pourtant lancé ses soins.  Encore et encore, sans jamais interrompre sa chaîne de sorts. 

Il n’avait besoin de personne, et ne cessait de le dire à qui voulait encore l’écouter. Il savait comment se défendre aussi bien à distance qu’au corps-à-corps.  Il savait se soigner. Il savait transférer son énergie pour restaurer la magie ou l’énergie des autres. Et il savait le faire, souvent plus vite que les autres. Un soin, une réanimation, une attaque. Tout s’enchaînait sans fausse note : il maîtrisait son éther et son arme comme personne. Façonner la magie n’avait pas de secret pour lui. Miracle, brasier,  soin, vie, terre, vent, foudre. Il savait tout recréer, et il ne se refusait rien. Il frappait et agissait plus vite que ceux qui avaient passé des années à perfectionner leur art.  

Pourtant, malgré tout son arsenal et sa suffisance, il serait mort sans l’aide de ses compagnons dont il méprisait la lenteur d’apprentissage et l’étroitesse de leur domaine de compétences. - “ Recule, tu ne survivras pas à ses morsures !” lui avait ordonné la guerrière qui menait leur petite expédition lorsqu’il s’était rapproché de la bête pour l’accabler de sa rapière.

Il avait dédaigné le conseil et avait poursuivi son assaut, indifférent à la cohésion du groupe et à la stratégie qu’ils avaient établis en amont du combat. Les crocs acérés avaient entamé une partie de sa protection mais la guerrière avait su braver le reste de l’attaque et rediriger l’attention de la créature hostile sur elle.  - " Au nom des Douze, recule imbécile ! "

Jusqu’à présent, lorsque son inconscience le faisait prendre des risques plus que nécessaire, il glissait un soin ou deux ça et là entre deux sorts. Cela suffisait à résorber ses plaies et il se vantait de son efficacité à diminuer ses plaies à une vitesse difficilement égalée par les mages spécialisés dans la magie curative. 

Pourtant il gisait au sol, près d’une flaque de poison exhalant une odeur fétide, intoxiqué par le venin de la bête qui l’avait mordu précédemment. 

La guerrière était robuste et par les arts anciens de la voie qu’elle avait choisi, arrivait à contenir les dégats du poison en attendant l’aide de ses équipiers. 

Lui, mage rouge de son état, pensait qu’un soin résolvait tous les soucis. S’il perdait en vigueur ? Versoin. Si cela ne suffisait pas, il lui superposait un autre sort curatif.

Peu avant la fin du combat, il avait éprouvé les limites de sa magie pour la première fois. Versoin n’avait pas suffi. Les plaies à peine refermées par le sort basique qu’il avait emprunté aux mages blancs étaient trop profondes. 

Le saignement avait repris, la coupure s’était rouverte et la douleur l’avait surpris violemment. Le poison qu’il respirait sans se soucier des dégâts à longs terme qu’il ne savait pas soigner continuait de ronger ses poumons. Accablé par la douleur et les effets nocifs de la toxine, il eut du mal à concentrer sa magie pour s’entêter à lancer ses soins, si efficaces d’ordinaire. Il s’aperçut pour la première fois qu’il n’appliquait qu’un pansement sur une fuite d’eau. 

Pensant tout braver seul, il avait toujours pris un malin plaisir à s’éloigner le plus possible de la portée des meilleurs sorts des  soigneurs et poursuivre ses assauts là où il lui plaisait. Devant les créatures menaçantes que contrôlaient les guerriers et les chevaliers les plus téméraires. Il s’amusait à passer entre les pattes aux griffes destructrices des monstres, et s’il se blessait, tant pis. Il savait se débrouiller et il le faisait toujours comprendre aux soigneurs dédiés. 

Pourquoi rester à portée de leur magie curative ? Il savait faire pareil et plus vite, tout en frappant et se déplaçant sur le champ de bataille à une vitesse inégalée. 

Il leur répétait assez souvent. Leur faisait comprendre assez souvent.  - “ On compte sur toi Talinn, tu nous le remets sur pied cet imbécile ? ” dit la guerrière au mage blanc resté en retrait avant de s’éloigner avec le reste de son équipée.  - “ Je vais faire ce que je peux, je ne promets rien.” 

Le regard fiévreux du mage rouge se perdit sur le groupe qui partait en les laissant sur place, lui  affaibli et mortellement intoxiqué sur le sol humide de l’arène, et le mage blanc, sourire désolé aux lèvres.

Son sourire s’évanouit aussitôt le dos de leurs compagnons tournés et, le regard empli de mépris pour son compagnon à terre, le mage toucha du bout de sa botte la masse blessée qui avait besoin de ses compétences.  - "Tu serais resté pres de moi lors de ses attaques, tu ne serais pas dans cet état Leo."  -"Et tu aurais fait ton travail, je ne serai pas dans cet état, cracha le mage rouge ingrat. C’est à toi de venir nous soigner pas le contraire. Si tu étais efficace, je ne devrai pas  me soigner seul à chaque fois, ça n’a rien de sorcier de lancer des sorts non ?  “ - "Eh bien, si ça n’a rien de sorcier et que tu maîtrises le sujet … Je t’en prie. Soigne-toi., moi je n’arriverai jamais à égaler ton efficacité.  ” -" Soigne-moi, c’est ton putain de rôle non ?!" le mage rouge commença à paniquer. - "Je n’ai rien promis Leo", lui rappela l’autre.

Talinn adressa un dernier sourire à son compagnon avant de tourner les talons et de laisser le sort décider du destin de l'imbécile qui pensait savoir faire mieux que tout le monde.

#totally uninspired for this one tbh ( .w.') #french writing #ffxivwrites2022 #there's poison and there is bite because we're progging on P5S and I thought it fitted #leo's not me #i respect my healer ... he doesn't #cw: implied death #also we all know these ranged players who think running far from the heals is a good idea and blames heals when they take high damage #because they're too stupid to come in the healing range and the useful bubbles #don't be that player. respect your playmates or don't cry when they let you on the ground dead and beaten. #this is salt prompt #aaaand with this i'm done ? let's see if I can keep up with the rythm when the daily-restrictions will be put again x'D #spoiler : knowing myself i really won't esp on raid days #my free time is myst time

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The wonderful wizard Ozz. I have had this concept stuck in my head like a worm!

Could you imagine a Darling escaping from their Yan, not to run but just to feel the rain on their skin? I've been consuming this prompt like a heroin addict and I can't seem to get enough!

If I were to expand your prompt, I quite like the idea of a Yandere that can't really go full yandere because Reader is just too willing. He loves yandere content and can very much relate, but none of the escalations can happen if, well, the object of his obsessive affection doesn't protest in the first place. Is it too far fetched from what you'd imagined? Let me elaborate:

Yandere! Male x Willing! Reader

AKA: When you want to be a Yandere, but your Darling unfortunately cooperates.

The Yandere has been stalking Darling for months. Journal entries, walls plastered with photos (and the occasional creepshots), recordings. He just can't get enough of his Darling. He loves everything about you and can barely function throughout the day, fantasizing about your life together.

Enough is enough and he finally decides to make you his. He's been consuming media of similar tropes, with obsessed men pleading for a chance and having to force their way in because of rejection and fear. He's prepared for everything. Your tears, your trembling voice, your hands pushing him away. He finds you, approaches you and confesses his feelings, knuckles white as he grips his fists in anticipation. Your eyes widen for a moment, before narrowing in a smile. "I had no idea! Sure, I'll go out with you." Huh? Wait. This wasn't...this wasn't in the plan. Somehow he'd been certain you'd refuse. He must've mumbled the last part out loud, because you respond with "Why would I say no?"

A very good point indeed. You will change your mind, however, once you learn the extent of his love. You're holding his hand and following along as he takes you to his place, completely and utterly unaware of what you're about to witness. He can't truly be your boyfriend if he has to hide his very nature, after all. You might be disgusted, frightened, offended. He can already hear your screams, demanding explanations. It's all out of love. "It's okay if you don't understand", he mumbles to himself, watching your frozen body as you gaze into his room. You take a couple of steps towards the nearest wall, tracing the hundreds of images with your fingers. "Wow. You never mentioned being into photography", you remark, impressed. "It's like an exhibition! But...you might have to work on your angles", you blurt out, a little embarrassed, pointing to one of the creepshots. "This isn't very flattering. Did you take it in a hurry? It makes my legs look disproportionate." He can only stare, taken aback. "S-sorry" is all he manages.

Okay, but don't imagine your life will continue as usual. You've only seen a glimpse of his adoration. Now that you're officially dating, he cannot allow anyone else to have access to you. You have to understand, he cannot protect you properly if you're not under his watch all the time. As much as he cherishes you, he will have to be rough if needed. That's what he tells himself as he shoves the required tools in the trunk of his car, speeding towards your apartment. Once there, he fidgets on the sofa, considering his speech. You seem to be just as uneasy - perhaps you're predicting what's to come? - casting your eyes down and giving short answers. "I think you should move in with me." He states solemnly. You gasp and throw a hand over your mouth, and tears quickly well in the corner of your eyes. "How did you...how did you know?" You say between sobs. Huh? "I didn't want to burden you with my problems, seeing as we just started dating...but my landlord won't renew the lease. I was so scared I'd be homeless."

He clicks his tongue. This isn't very yandere, more like the average couple experience. You bring the final moving box to his car, fitting it in the trunk. "By the way, what's with all the rope?" you ask. "Just move it aside", he sighs. How can he explain it? He's been training, sweating and bleeding for a marathon and right before the whistle, they handed him the first prize. His muscles are aching for the sprint that never happened. Of course he's grateful to have you at last, but somehow he feels like he hasn't proven his dedication properly. You just don't get it, do you? How sickening his love is for you.

As the days pass, he eases into his role of...how does one even call it? Pseudo-captor? When you found his journal, you blushed and confessed how no one before him put this amount of effort into knowing you. All the male contacts from your phone vanishing? It was about time you cleaned up your acquaintances and it was nice of him to help. The AirTags he's hidden in your bags and pockets? You appreciate his safety concerns. Nowadays, with all these perverts freely walking the streets, you can never be too sure.

One morning he wakes up to an empty bed. He jolts up, dazed. Could it be his wish was finally granted? You must've gotten tired of him and tried to escape. Oh, silly little Darling love. You should've known there's no more walking out once you said yes. He checks his phone and pounces out, ready for the hunt. As he sprints along the street, he finds you suspiciously close to his home. Not very smart of you to...what are you even doing? Your hands are raised up, fingers fanned out under the pouring rain. You notice his presence and turn to face him with a wide, childish grin. "I haven't done this since I was a child. When was the last time you felt the rain on your skin?" Only now it occurs to him he's been running in this downpour and his clothes are soaked. He was too focused on finding you.

"I thought you escaped", he almost whispers. "Escape? From what?" You tilt your head in confusion. He places his cold, large hands over your cheeks. "Do you comprehend I'm very much obsessed with you? I'm not joking around. You're never, ever leaving me. You're stuck here forever. I mean it. I really do. I'd rather kill you with my own hands than let you go. Because I love you." You take a moment to admire the intricate patterns of his irises, pupils dilated in a spiraling madness. By the end of his erratic oration, he's panting and digging his nails into your skin.

"I know."

#yet another parody I'm so sorry #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere obsession #obsessive love #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader