#cross over prompt

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

DPxBatfam crossover

So back with the HC of ectoplasm being acidic. Continued exposure to acids can damage taste buds and make food taste blander or completely different.

Danny grows up with ectoplasm exposure in almost everything around him even before the accident, his taste is probably most gone. Meaning he can’t really tell how good or bad food tastes unless it’s really good, or closer to poison than a meal.

Have Danny be adopted, friends with, or with one of the bats and he eventually just eats one of their failed cooking attempts without even battling an eye at how inedible it actually is.

Eventually, Danny would end up as the batfams’ food taste tester. If he says it’s good, it’s probably amazing. If he says it’s fine it’s a coin flip. But if Danny says it’s bad it would probably kill a normal human.

It would be even funnier if Danny could cook, like he only makes food that would make Alfred cry in joy because that’s what tastes good to Danny. Although he’s not allowed to cook anything that’s meant to be spicy anymore, because he made over half the batfam including Batman cry from pain due to the heat level.

#danny phantom #dp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #dp prompt #batman #Danny being one of the few people allowed in Alfred’s kitchen and not even realizing how rare that is #He’s super good at keeping it clean and preventing any cross contamination thanks to past experiences with ectoplasm contaminated food #fighting him and just developed it as an unintentional habit #*Danny makes breakfast in the manors kitchen* *most of the batfam panicing over him cooking and trying to hide it from Alfred* #Alfred who watched Danny make breakfast: master Danny has yet to lose kitchen privileges #*glances at batfam* unlike some people

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #9

(An idea I had late last night when I should have been sleeping)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas

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Lost Children Saved by the Lost

After being rejected by his parents and almost captured for experimentation, Danny escapes into the Ghost Zone. He wanders listlessly for nobody knows how long. It could have been days, months, years, but he wouldn't know how much time had actually passed.

He missed his friends, his sister, hell even his bully. However, the longer he wandered, the more he began to forget their voices, their facial features. Everything. He couldn't even remember what his obsession was. He wandered so long that the only thing he remembered was the aching and devastating feeling of his parents rejection of half of himself.

Eventually growing bored of the neverending expanse of the Ghost Zone, he takes a random portal and winds up in the DC Universe. Although, not in modern times. He finds himself hundreds of years in the past but couldn't find it in himself to care.

At least until he hears the cries of a child in distress. He goes searching and finds a little boy, weeping while curled up on the filthy ground, begging for his parents. The boy was emaciated, clearly not having had food in a very long time. His core jolted and ached at the pitiful cries. Was this his obsession? What was he supposed to do?

He only hesitates for a moment before he approaches the crying boy.(1) The boy flinches at the movement of shadows before looking up to meet the aurora green eyes of a man made of starlight.

"Hello, little one." He greets softly, automatically speaking the boy's language he heard only moments before. (2) "What's wrong?"

The boy is quiet as he wearily examines the man before him. Long hair the color of snow illuminated by moonlight. Olive skin that seemed to have a blue tint to it. The pointed ears and the loose, black clothes that seemed to have the cosmos playing across them. The most striking of all the man's features, however, were the rays of blue-green light flowing from his back like the tails of comets racing across the night sky. Despite the light they exuded, the wings seemed to absorb the heat from the air, letting off a cool but pleasant temperature. (3) The boy gazed cautiously into the man’s eyes, looking past his odd features, and found only kindness as well as a strange, deep-seated sadness. No matter how his mind said no one can be trusted, his gut said the man meant no harm. He decided to respond to the strange man's question.

"My parents," he began, stopping to wet his painfully dry lips. "They don't have money for food. They left me here because I am too much of a burden to keep."

The boy looked down, avoiding the man's eyes as if ashamed. His words made the man's core ache even more than before, vague and foggy memories flashing briefly behind his eyes. His core pulsed in his chest, urging him to do something. He didn't know what exactly, so he simply said the first thing that came to mind.

"Now that won't do. How about we look for others who would take care of you instead?" He said as he gently picked up the small boy and carried him cradled in his arms. The boy stares up at him as the man walked with his head held high and looking forward.

"Who are you, mister?"

The man's eyes became clouded as he mulled over the question before answering, carefully measuring his words.

"I've long forgotten what my name was. It's been so long since anyone's called me by it." He said, with sadness coloring his tone. They walked in silence for a couple of seconds before the man seemed to brightened a little. He looked at the little boy with soft, green eyes and a smile. "Why don't you choose a name for me, little one?"

The boy gained a look of concentration as he took the request seriously. The man continued walking in silence as he let the boy think, eyes forward as he searched for a family to take the boy in. His core was tugging him towards one particular house, practically singing as he came to a stop in front of the door. (4) He leaned down to gently set the boy on his feet before he himself kneeled to the boy's level.

Hands on either side of the boy's face, he kissed the child's forehead. Silently, he placed a blessing on the boy, a faint glow that went unseen to mortal eyes. He wished for the boy to know true love and happiness. For his parent's abandonment to leave no scars on his mind or in his heart. With that, he stood up once again and knocked on the door.

"Goodbye, little one. I've done what I can." He said as he turned to walk away.

"Wait!" The boy called out. The man stopped and looked back with a curious light in his eyes, the stars on his clothes seeming to briefly brighten as well. Once the boy saw he had his attention again, he continued.

"I thought of a name for you. If you'd like to hear it?" He askes hopefully.

The starlit man smiled, before nodding. "I'd be happy to hear what you've come up with."

The boy brightened up before opening his mouth to speak once more, hurrying as he heard footsteps approaching from the other side of the door.

"What do you think of..." (5)

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Whelp. That was interesting.

Notes:

(1) Should the boy be an actual character that's established in the DC Universe or just a random child?

(2) When I thought of this, I was thinking Danny wound up somewhere in Ancient Rome. So, I think he'd be speaking Latin here.

(3) Comets are made of stardust and ice, which means they are also cold instead of hot. At least until they're warmed by the sun. I thought it was quite fitting, honestly. They also are often seen to give off a blue-green color! How cool it that? Ha!

(4) Danny's obsession is so ragged and starved after wandering for so long that it latches onto the first thing it could to give it a jumpstart. Protecting lost children (lost in one way or another) and leading them to families who would actually care for them. He is the one who urged Martha and Johnathan Kent to adopt Clark. He helps Billy Batson eventually find a forever home. This even plays a role in how Bruce meets each of the Robins. Jason will be the first and only child Danny ever fails to give a permanent home to because of Jason's feelings towards Bruce over his death. Danny adopt Jason?

(5) When I was thinking of what the boy would name him, I immediately gravitated to the names of stars, which seems pretty obvious considering how I described Danny here. Anyway, what I chose was Regulus because it's a blue-white star and the brightest one in the constellation Leo, also called the Lion's Heart. Not only that, but the Latin meaning of Regulus translates to "little king" or "prince". Not to mention it's also a common name among Saints. You don't have to use the name Regulus tho! Come up with anything you want to call him!

(*) Should Danny just be an immortal patron saint of orphans and lost children, or should he be upgraded to a patron God?

#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny is ghost king #danny is rejected by his parents #danny is absolutely heartbroken #he wanders the gz for who knows how long before crossing over to the dc universe #he becomes a patron saint? #patron god? #of lost children #because his own parent's rejection still haunts him even when he can no longer fully remember it #he helps lost children find homes #this includes a lot of canon characters in the dcu #danny is so old now he's practically made of stars #ancient of stars/universe? #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

[siriusly-bewitched]

doomed toxic crossover yaoi

do any of you understand.

#text #other cross ships #guilty gear #blazblue #happy chaos #yuuki terumi #So bitch in glasses i had to bare with you for two years #these two are like the essence of old gg/bb deviantart to me #if hc was an actual character and not just a part of that man back then then there'd definitely be art of him and terumi over ms paint base #and over those memes where you get to fill out a bunch of prompts and tag someone at the end

[cupidskissx]

hi!! idk if u accept prompts but i love ur monaco malaise and- yeah

mastermind by taylor swift. but make it lestappen

Thank you for the love on Monaco Malaise, it truly mean so much to me! 🥰🤩

*Frantically listens to Mastermind for the first time, downloads lyrics and annotates*

I’ve never had an actual prompt before, 🥹 I’ve been afraid to put the call out, it’s such a lot of pressure and risky 🫣

That being said, I loved writing this! If anyone else has any prompts, please send them my way! I hope you enjoy this little AU, Anon ❤️

~~~

The first time Max saw Charles, he knew.

He wasn’t sure what he knew, but he knew it. Call it luck, lust, or destiny, or perhaps a combination of all three. Whatever it was, he felt it in his bones.

He’d heard whispers Ferrari were considering a new team boss — some hot shot who flew up the ranks at Maranello. However, Max’s two week, no-contact vacation with his mum and sister saw him miss the media storm after Leclerc’s appointment.

The summary of meeting minutes and critical updates that his Executive Assistant compiled upon his return only had him mentioned once, in a two sentence dot point:

Charles Leclerc to replace Frederic Vasseur as Team Principal of Scuderia Ferrari. Effective: 1 January 2028.

It was easily skimmed over in favour of actioning the mass of paperwork requiring his approval.

Maybe if he’d known how this man would shift all his focus and ambition in a matter of moments, he would have at least read his profile online. Or, perhaps issued a full investigation to learn everything there was to know about him — signing it off as: “getting to know your competition”.

Alas, he did neither, leaving the universe — in all her surreptitious glory — to place them in the right place at the right time.

*

The Bahrain briefing room was hot and stuffy. Max was half out of his jacket when the door opened. An unfamiliar figure squeezed in. He was flushed, his hair spiked up. He had a notebook under his arm, a pen perched behind his ear, and he was struggling to get his phone into the front pocket of his jeans. The meeting was yet to start, but he shot Stefano Domenicali an apologetic look.

The man, who appeared close to his age, secured his phone and scanned the room for an available seat. It was surprising, concerning even, the way Max’s peripheral vision reduced until all he could see was this flustered, handsome man in the doorway.

It was like one of those cliché moments in a rom-com, the lead actress walking in, hit by a spotlight, the only one in the room — Max couldn’t look away. The man’s gaze landed on Max and his lips twitched up in a small smile, enough to make Max’s heart stutter. Max forced himself out of his stupor, smiled back, and continued to take off his jacket.

Niels Wittich tried to squeeze passed the man, knocking into him, forcing him to move out of the way and make a seating decision. He weaved through the row in front of Max, and was considerate enough not to sit directly in front of him, choosing the next seat over. Max surveyed the room, every other Team Principal was there, so that could only mean one thing. He was Charles Leclerc.

Charles settled into his seat and checked the spiral spine of his notebook, he paused. He opened it to a fresh page then started to pat down his pockets. Coming up short, he checked the spine again. Max squeezed his lips together to prevent himself from laughing. Before Charles could frisk his pockets a second time, Max leant forward and tapped his shoulder.

Charles turned around, his furrowed brow smoothing out. Handsome wasn’t all-encompassing enough to describe him. He was ethereal, timeless beauty carved by an ancient, wise deity.

Max didn’t trust his voice so he gestured to his own ear. It took a moment, but Charles’ face split into an embarrassed grin, his dimples popping, and cheeks flushing. He plucked the pen from behind his ear.

“Merci, J’oub— oh, sorry, I just got off the phone with my brother...”

Max didn’t have the opportunity to tell him he understood French — he’d lived in Monaco for long enough — because Charles wiggled the pen and kept speaking, “Thanks, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t screwed on.”

Charles looked down to clip his pen through the wire bound spine as Max said, “Now that would be tragic.”

He looked back in Max’s direction, his smile shy, his eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights, Max’s chest flooded with smug satisfaction and something else. Something that tingled. And because Charles wasn’t presumptuous, he leant over the back of his chair, offered Max his hand and said: “Charles Leclerc, I’ve taken over from Freddy.”

“Max Verstappen, TP for Red Bull,” he shook his hand, “Enchanté, and all that.”

Charles snorted a laugh, “And all that,” he repeated, his tone soft and warm.

“Welcome to another season gentlemen,” Stefano said from the front of the room.

They broke their lingering handshake, acknowledging that their conversation was over, their smiles faded, and Charles turned around to face the front of the room.

Max peaked over Charles’ shoulder every now and again, watching him write headings, sub headings and dot points in faint, chicken-scratch cursive.

When the presentation moved on to the compulsory, OH&S policies and procedures Charles started to doodle a small race car in the margin of the page.

It was that moment Max knew he was doomed. He had no choice but to wriggle his way into Charles life, or ruin his career trying.

#lestappen #max verstappen #charles leclerc #prompt #I hope you like this Anon and you didn’t mind it being an AU #Lestappen as Team Principals has given me brain rot #destined for their paths to cross in every universe #I’m a mess over this AU idea #let me know if you want me to continue this #or send in headcanons / prompts for them in this AU #watch me abandon Monaco Malaise Part 2 for this world 🫣 #<< this is also why I don’t take prompts I try to avoid writing anything else so I don’t lose the spark and abandon my baby #but welp I think I’m addicted now #L's Little Things #Writing and Rambles

[glitchyghoul]

Undertale x Danny Phantom (because I’m internet trash)

Frisk finally finishes their last True Pacifist run and is ready for another True Reset when the world starts to glitch. The next second they look back and the button is gone and the town looks a bit different than it did a moment ago.

Team Phantom is so over impromptu time travel. They aren’t even sure if this is the 4th or 5th time they have been displaced by time shenanigans but they were really hoping that after staring Dan and Vlad’s redemption arcs (and also accidentally destroying the multiverse but who cares about that) that their storylines would at least stay linear. But no, now there are on the run again and Vlad is back to being no help when it comes to hiding from the police (I mean GIW). Well at least Wulf has been nice and has been giving them wilderness survival training on the weekends so the four of them can definitely survive by themselves on this world’s conveniently placed mountain range. I mean it’s not like they are some little kids who are scared of monsters Danny is a ghost for crying out loud! There’s no way they’ll get lost on Mt. Ebott right?

#danny phantom #phandom #dp prompt #undertale #Undertale prompt #i’m sorry i can’t help it #I have to cross over my current hyper fixation with my special interest lol #it’s a problem and I wish I was better at writing (and had time lmao) #i’m just screaming into the void #don’t mind me

[dueling-jesters]

What are your thoughts on women romanticising or fetishising gay men via shipping. And when you draw the line when this happened. (Sorry for bad english)

Anyone who's been following me since I started this blog knows that I'm personally annoyed with the fetishization of gay people that has run rampant in fandom spaces for decades. Shipping on its own is completely fine, but I think it becomes something of an issue when people use it to implement harmful stereotypes or to hurt someone directly.

One way I often see is when some people will take two male characters and change their appearance and personalities to project heteropatriarchal standards upon them, essentially turning them into a stand-in for an abusive straight couple. This is, of course, an extreme example.

One related form of it is,via headcanon, the association of body type, personalities, and sexual positions (i.e., making the shorter or curvier male character more feminine, weak, and submissive). This oftentimes overlaps with fandom racism (making a darker-skinned character aggressive and abusive) and transphobia (people who have a trend of making all of their transmasculine-headcanoned characters soft, submissive bottoms exclusively paired with cis-male-headcanoned characters).

One of the most obvious indicators of someone doing this is if they are obsessed over whoever is the top and who is the bottom in a way that's one step from asking "But who really is the guy and who's the girl in the relationship?". This becomes incredibly apparent when a multishipper exclusively headcanons submissive/feminine bottoms and dominant/masculine tops, devoid of any variety or versatility. It's a telltale sign that someone may not care what gay people are actually like in reality.

This doesn't necessarily mean that top and bottom headcanons are inherently fetishizing, but rather, when there is an amalgamation of it being a fandom member's main priority in shipping alongside reinforcing heteronormative stereotypes.

I personally think it's fine for someone to be primarily focused on shipping characters in fandom. It's extremely common for lgbt+ fans to project their experiences onto characters or to otherwise feel connected to them through shipping-even if they're of a different gender/ orientation. (Cisgender, heterosexual fans can be avid shippers as well without harming gay people!) A fan lusting over a character and shipping through projection is not inherently problematic, either. Perhaps my stance is biased as I am guilty of both. There could be a grey area or situations that may seem suspicious if taken out of context.

The perpetrators of fetishization are not exclusively women, nor should they be blamed for it as a whole. Just as some gay people are homophobic, and some trans people are transphobic, there are occasionally members of our community who treat gayness and/or transness as an "othering" quality- whether they separate themselves from the rest of us in doing so, or if it's a form of internalized bigotry.

There are, of course, plenty of cisgender, heterosexual men who display a similar, dehumanizing attitude towards lesbians and bisexual women - whether through media or in-person. In its entirety, this is not a fandom-exclusive phenomenon.

Fetishizing behavior has been weaponized in harassment and abuse towards gay people. Essentially, the preconceived bigotries and assumptions one may have fuel harmful stereotypes cast upon fictional characters, which in turn reinforce one's beliefs and can result in one holding the same assumptions about actual people. I won't go into much detail, but I have personally experienced and witnessed sexual harassment from self-proclaimed allies and fellow members of the lgbt community due to fanfiction-influenced mindsets.

In many aspects, I think the fetishization of gay men in fandom runs parallel to the patriarchal gaze prevalent in similar spaces - although it can absolutely converge at times. It can definitely make someone who would otherwise participate as a fan, or even as a shipper, feel alienated.

#ace's answers #thanks for sending this ask in! #although i am curious to if there was anything specific that prompted you to ask me this? #i hope my answer makes sense! i have many thoughts on this topic but it was difficult to coalesce all of them together into a solid respons #long post #this might completely go over the heads of some... #others may be too scared to interact with this post for they know themselves very well to be crossing the line

[acescorazon]

Uh, if you follow me because of my writing then.. i'm sure you probably know that uh... i be writing. LOL. i put my whole ass dick in my writing and can never write anything under like 2k words most of the time. With that being said, I'm almost fairly certain that i can make most of the requests in my inbox one shots, maybe two shots if need be, but there are a couple that i have a gut feeling i cannot make into either of those things and i don't like the idea of like 20k+ word one shots LMAO. Like i honest to god think that some of them might be that long or longer given the way that i write and giving what the requests are lol. Some of these are series material. Some of yall asked me for a plate of food and in return i'll be giving you a four course meal because i don't want to overwhelm anyone. I'm like your grandma, always making sure you've all eaten, but sometimes i get a little..carried away. Anyways i'll still be continuing kinktober (Ik it's November now shhhh), but i want to start working on the requests in my inbox, and also i have way too fucking many fics that i need out of my drafts, it's...unreal.

Anyways, we're going to kick things off with the requests that i think will take a little longer than others, and i'll post everything here for you babies, and then once i'm done just cross post my fics to Ao3 lol.

#yall can keep sending asks just know it might be a MINUTE. #i have written over 73k words this year with the official number probably in the 100ks and i still have 26 more kinktober prompts #i also have an inbox full of requests and like five plus drafts that need to be finished and see the light of day #anything for the cross guild girlies (Gender neutral) at home though. #ramblings

[didsomeonesayventus]

hey engage fans you ever think about the firene v brodia and zofia v rigel parallels I sure do

#windy art #alfred fe #diamant fe #fe17 #fe engage #I guess implied diafred + celicalm HA HA. #I think about it a fair bit I think its cute and fun #also forgive the sloppiness i was doing the outfits from memory + still learning the ins and outs of drawing the engage cast LMAO #(what's also fun is its not as 1:1 in parallel as it seems) #(they actually both embody traits of each side tho i'd argue diamant is more in line with celica and alfred with alm) #(rather than the surface level 'oh firene is zofia so alfred celica and brodia rigel so diamant alm') #(ngl feeling cheated by the diamant + celica bond convo was a good chunk of prompting this they should've bonded over fire trauma) #ANYWAYS working on cross posting now that twitter is tru and well sinking

[prompts-by-anjali]

(note: this one might be... a tad bit cursed)

“Avast! I’m here to rob ye!”

“Oh, aloha, my dude! You must be the pirate villain I’ve heard so much about!”

“I’m notorious in these here parts, aye. Move not a muscle or lose an eye.”

“Obviously, obviously.”

“Uh… yer not fightin’ back? Or screamin’?”

“You have a sword pointed at my face and screaming wouldn’t help, so, no. I don’t think so. But say, dude, could you give me a lift somewhere? I was surfing and I wiped out and the next thing I know, I’m in this gnarly fantasy world and it’s been kooky to the max. I heard you’re the best at navigating the Dark Sea, and I kind of need to get over there to catch a riptide to get back home, so.”

“Aye, I am the best… hold onto yer seahorses, yer askin’ me to give ye a ride? Of yer own volition?”

“Whoa, nice vocab, dude. And yes. Since you are robbing me, I think it'd be fair. And also if it’s not a bother, of course, dude. Um, please.”

“Blimey. Yer turnin’ this robbery into a transaction, an’ I dunno if I like that.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Ye won’t find another sane person willin’ to traverse the Dark Sea. An’ I’m gettin’ worried ye might feel all matey-matey with another pirate who might actually take yer eye. So… aye.”

“Radical, my dude!”

#i would like to formally apologize for this particular brainworm that seized me today. sorry. #ok now that that's out of the way #they TOTALLY end up together #the surfer ends up going home but honestly it's like a whole thing where either of them can cross over any time to the other's world #surfer x pirate #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #character dialogue #writing resources #writing #creative writing #dialogue #dialogue ideas #dialogue prompts #imagine your otp #ok no but what would be their ship name

[littlespoonevan]

#I’m always a little fascinated by this #bc see I feel like I’m really lucky in general #with fic engagement on my ao3 in terms of comments etc #but that very rarely crosses over to tumblr (save for notes on the original fic post i guess) #whereas I look at other blogs sometimes who get So Much engagement on tumblr about their writing #where they'll get dozens of asks and replies on a regular basis about their wips/new fics they've posted #but then that isn't always reflected on ao3 in comparison #anyway this isn't prompted by anything other than the fact that i started making polls and now i want to hear opinions on Everything lmao #except actually i was scrolling back in my asks tag recently to find something from years ago #and i forgot how much tumblr interaction i used to have about my skam fics #and that *definitely* wasn't translating to my ao3 for the first few i posted #but anyway yeah reblog and let me know in the tags lmao #writing adventures

[gallawitchxx]

💈 barber!mickey & (not so) shaggy!ian💈

here's the 18th installment for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: prophecy by @crossmydna

catch up/read in full HERE -- updates weekly! [ read scene one in its entirety ON AO3 ]

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He stalks back to the computer.

How do you know that a moment’s more important than the rest? 

Clicks the CLIENTS tab.

How do you tell that that’s the time you’re supposed to take charge, make a move, fucking run after him?

Types in Ian—Shit, did he really not even get the guy’s last name?

How come there ain’t some kinda dumbass prophecy to help him out that says: On this day, at this time, some smoking redhead’s gonna come into the shop. He’s not there to see you, but he is there for you. Don’t fuck it up.

#for those of you who missed last week's: #def go back & read that first installment of chapter 2 ok? #we're in mickey's pov now! #absolutely LOVED this prompt cross #for everyone not just me #but this one worked out nicely for barber!mickey i think #huge thanks to julissa my sweet for absolutely losing her mind over this yesterday & getting me all excited to share #if you don't like it as much as she did that's cool #i'll always have the memory of her delight #hahahahaha #barber!mickey my sweet #shaggy!ian my pet #shameless #galladrabbles #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼

[urwendii]

tagged by @cilil ❤️

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. 🔥 from the ot3 silliness 🔥 (i know you're going to like this :p)

-> rating: nsfw🔞

“Now, now, behave.” she gently chided then dragged Eönwë’s face to her, kissing him again, devouring all his tiny gasps and moans while Mairon slicked his entrance.

tagging no pressure: @coraleethroughthelookingglass @theriverwild @nenyabusiness @scriberated @niennawept

#ot3: on flaming wings #that prompt is escaping his enclosure by being over 1.4k words now also i am so slow with smut. noldor crossing the helcaraxe kind of slow. #i have given my life to the 3 of them but mostly to arien and mairon dom eönwë (as eru intended)

[indigowallbreaker]

Holding hands while running through the rain for diminand!!

The idea of mid-skip Ferdinand and Dimitri interacting wouldn’t leave my head until I wrote this, which might explain the length.

(Currently accepting rare ships! Click here for the info post!)

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The Kingdom was infamous for its sudden and damaging snow storms. Ferdinand had grown up hearing almost unbelievable horror stories of travelers getting caught in a blizzard and ending up turned completely around.

So when Ferdinand himself was suddenly set upon by a rainstorm in the Oghma mountains near Charon, he almost felt cheated. 

It had been two years since Houses Gautier and Fraldarius had begun their fight with the so-called “Faerghus Dukedom”. Ferdinand had hoped to join up with his old school friends and aid them in defending the Kingdom from Cornelia-- but the terrain was proving difficult to progress through. And now it was also raining.

Ferdinand guided his horse down a steep incline before locating an outcrop of rock to shelter them both. There was no use going on until the storm passed, so Ferdinand took his pack from the saddle and began taking out flint and food, already dreading his search for dry wood.

Just then, the crunch of boots met his ears. Ferdinand tensed. Who in their right mind would be out in this weather? Apart from himself, of course.

Whoever it was seemed to be limping away from Ferdinand’s shelter, judging by their gait, and Ferdinand poked his head out to catch a look. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks. But there could be no mistaking that blond hair and tattered cloak, that proud chin and cold blue eyes.

Prince Dimitri struggled through the rain for a few more paces before collapsing to one knee, letting out a grunt of pain that made Ferdinand wince. The rain strengthened as if determined to keep Dimitri pinned down. Pushing through his shock, Ferdinand ran out into the storm.

“Dimitri!” Ferdinand knelt in the mud. “Dimitri, is it truely--”

A clawed gauntlet caught Ferdinand’s wrist. Dimitri lifted his head, fixing a single eye on Ferdinand. The other was covered by a patch, leaving Ferdinand’s imagination to fill in the gaps. It was then he noticed the other marks Dimitri bore-- thorns stuck to the inside of his arm, cuts along his neck and cheek, one knee bloody. “What has happened to you...?” Ferdinand wondered aloud. He was unable to keep the pity from his voice.

Dimitri didn’t seem to notice. He let go of Ferdinand and attempted to stand. “Where are you going?” Ferdinand grabbed Dimitri’s uninjured arm. “Surely there are people looking for you!”

“Let them look. All they will find is a corpse.”

“Indeed they will, if you continue walking around in the rain in this condition!”

Dimitir sneered. “A beast hunts no matter the weather.” 

He tried to march away again, but stumbled. Ferdinand took his weight with effort. “Enough of that talk. This way.” Dimitri straightened but didn’t protest this time. He allowed Ferdinand to take his hand and guide them back to the shelter at a brisk pace.

Once there, Ferdinand sat Dimitri in the driest spot right against the rock. He dug out a spare shirt from his pack and tossed it to Dimitri. “It is much too small but you can dry yourself off with it, at least,” Ferdinand explained even as Dimitri’s hair created a small puddle beside him. 

In short order, Ferdinand found a few branches that weren’t completely soaked through and set about making a fire. While he waited for it to grow, he knelt next to Dimitri again and began assessing his various wounds. 

“Finding you alive in the wilderness like this-- it is almost like an opera,” Ferdinand said when he couldn’t stand the silence any longer. Dimitri turned to him but said nothing. “I wish I had some tea to offer you. It would do us both good to enjoy a cup and warm up.”

Dimitri snorted, but Ferdinand saw the amusement in his face. “You would waste tea on me?” He asked, his tone nowhere near as harsh as before.

Ferdinand huffed. “It would not be a waste! Do not speak of yourself that way.”

Dimitri let out an airy chuckle. He took Ferdinand’s hand again and leaned against him, gaze on the fire. “I am warm enough like this.”

Ferdinand wanted to say that was hardly possible-- their clothes were still damp and there was little heat to be found there. But Dimitri sagged into Ferdinand as if finally allowing himself to rest. Though he had half a hundred questions to ask, Ferdinand couldn’t bring himself to interupt this bit of peace Dimitri had found.

So the two sat there, in the middle of the mountains, their boots stretched out towards the fire and the pitter patter of rain all around them, hand in hand.  

#fire emblem three houses #ferdinand von aegir #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #ferdimitri #diminand #softdedue #rare pair run #confession time this whole rare pair prompt taking started bc i really wanted to write this pair but had no ideas #so thank you for helping me scratch that itch #its tempting to cross post this to twitter i know they're hungry over there

[martyrbat]

getting a shower and then i got a new wip idea... >:33

#posting this like i even posted the first one LMAO #its done with like.... 3.9k so its good enough. i just wanna read over it/fine-tune it a bit but like... #hm hm hm. #this wip will be very self indulgent but like. if i do it its cross prompting for ghostbat week LOL #its literally 1 30 in the morning but alas!!

[c1tyhaunts]

spell out your url using song titles! ( today's theme: electro pop! )

L: Little Dark Age - MGMTC: Cool Girl - Tove LoV: Virgo's Groove - BeyonceN: New Light - John MayerD: Don't Break My Heart - The WeekndE: Eros and Apollo - R: Real - Olly Alexander (Years & Years) H: How Deep Is Your Love - Calvin Harris, Disciples A: Attention - Kennie Z: Zoom - Topaz Jones E: Echoes - Disclosure D: Daddy - Tokischa, Sexyy Red

tagged by: @thieved ( thank you friend! ) tagging: @lotuskissed, @samuhelll, @hesperid, @abysswarden and whoever else would like to do this!

#▶⌜requests :: memes / prompts⌟ #▶⌜dead air :: ooc⌟ #I believe i did this like a month or two ago and I STILL liked enough music to make sure to have no cross overs #I love this meme though #I enjoy showing off music ahhh!

[bisexualdinahlance]

I hate when two characters with the same love interest (regardless of who is dating who at the time) interact in fics and it's clear the writer assigned who would be jealous as either some sort of moral failing or a way to put the jealous character down, instead of people being real about a character's personality. Some people just aren't going to be that jealous! Even around a partner's ex, or an ex's new partner! And sometimes someone is going to feel jealous because that's just a character flaw they have, and that also doesn't make them a bad person. Idk the use of jealousy in fanfiction is so incredibly weird, I hate it

#sorry thinking of those dw fics where companions/doctors cross timelines lol #and ppl love to make river jealous of rose and its like ... be so serious #river is just not that type of person for better or for worse #(depending on her timeline this might be for self esteem reasons or she might just want a threesome) #and then rose is always the nice one and its like... rose on the otherhand canonically can be jealous #over the doctor #and thats fine that isnt a moral failing on her part #shes young! its gonna happen #anywaybthis doesnt just happen in dw fic bht its what prompted the post