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soldieronbarnes · 1 year
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this but make it vaderwan
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just-more-pr0mts · 8 months
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Consider an alternate universe (AU) where Danny is dragged along to a gala and introduced as Vlads heir. And instead of the classic meeting bat children, he meets a young Bruce Wayne.
The young Bruce is around 4ish and Danny makes quite the impression on him being the "cool older boy who can make snowflakes". Next thing he knows Danny is coming around the Manor 3 times a week to babysit Brucie.
They grow up together for 4 long years. Danny hanging out with Bruce and Galas and being an older brother figure for him. Until the fateful night of the Wayne family murder. Now there aren't any more galas and Alfred's busy taking care of things around the manor. Soon Bruce and Danny loose all forms of contact.
Skip to years later, when the Justice League summon the ghost king, intending to establish a peace treaty after a harsh scolding from contsintine and dr fate. And when Danny comes through the swirling green portal in full Ghost king regalia and swoops down and Hugs Batman. And when batman doesn't back away and proceeds to hug back.
Chaos, absolute chaos
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ricesinspo · 3 months
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☆ 'someone finally cares about you' prompts.
by @ricesinspo, credits appreciated!
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[★] they wrapped their arms around you - you can't remember the last time someone hugged you like this.
[★] getting pulled aside while everyone else is yelling at you. they get you like none of the others do; they know not to yell.
[★] patiently listening to all of your problems. like actually listening.
[★] ^ with no judgement.
[★] they notice whenever something's wrong.
[★] letting you cry into their arms. telling you it's okay, everything is okay - and you know it's true because they're with you.
[★] letting you cry at all; realizing you don't have to hide your tears in front of them.
[★] "in a world where people don't care about me, i'm lucky to have you."
[★] ^ and then they're like "who hurt you" / "where are your __ i just want to talk" lmao
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silicon-puppy-pudding · 9 months
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De-aged Dead on Main
I swear I saw a post earlier today that someone was making a fic about Danny and/or Jason getting de-aged to their death age and I can't stop thinking about how cute that would be
Like imagine, Danny and Jason are already either best buds or dating and some ghosty nonsense or magic turns them back to 14 and 15 respectively. They both just look at each other like 'shit, what now?' And have to figure out how to turn back
Non of Jason's "built like a fridge" clothes and gear fit him so Danny, being a lil smaller, lends him some of his stuff (which is still big bet closer). And then they go off as little mini Hood and Phantom trying to solve their problems.
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I need this in my life. I will be reading that fic once it's out and if I find it.
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regulusrules · 2 months
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Insane Merlin AU
Hear me out, hear me out!
What if, instead of waiting for Albion's moment of greatest need, Merlin brings it upon them?
Like. After years of desperately waiting, Merlin would be like, “Arthur needs a catastrophe to wake up? Well, I'll do one.”
To the point of what if he is the one responsible for the destruction of Camelot?
And Arthur actually comes back then, only to watch in horror how Merlin turned, and it would be up to him to save Merlin this time
Holy shit
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transvampireboyfriend · 8 months
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i need more Steve being a nuisance in Eddie's life.
don't get me wrong, i love the reverse, but just picture: Eddie acting all tough and in your face and Steve turning the charm up to a thousand with him, always pressing and pressing until he breaks through, until he makes Eddie snarl or fume or god forbid blush.
Steve playing up their competition, Eddie refusing to take his ideas seriously just on principle and Steve getting all up in his space when they work, saying "I told you, Munson" or "see? I was right, and you were wrong" and Eddie bares his teeth to him all mean and scary, but it doesn't scare Steve, he's all bark and no bite. Unfortunately.
Steve being overly sweet and flirty just to get on Eddie's nerves, catching Eddie staring and saying "you like what you see, Eds?" and Eddie's almost convincing with his "There's blood on your side. You should patch that up, Harrington" spitting out his name like it's a dirty word. It almost works, if only Eddie wasn't blushing so hard.
Instead Steve only grabs his chin and says "no need to worry, baby, i got it", throwing in a wink for good measure. Eddie yanks his face away and storms out, cigarette pack already out.
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en-mode-autopilote · 4 months
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food as the love language prompts, part 1
hey guys! this is a various prompt lists about food/baking/cooking. feel free to rb this list, use it in your stories and like this post. no credit necessary <3 enjoy your writing!
character a makes character's b favorite meal after a long day (at work, at school, etc)
going to the local farmer's market to get their food
making their groceries together
doing the groceries list
surprising the other with their favorite treat
trying a new recipe (could be a total success or a total fail)
sharing a family recipe with each other
trying a recipe from another country
making a birthday cake
stopping by a chocolate shop
memorizing the other's coffee shop order (and surprising them with it)
owning a bakery/chocolate shop/coffee shop
character a is a barista and character b is a regular client. character a has character b's order memorize and they write their number on their cup one day
going on a farm/orchard to pick up their own fresh fruits and/or vegetables
making bread together
attending a banquet
going to a special dinner event (e.g. medieval times)
ordering some take-out or delivery from their favorite restaurant while having a movie night or a night in their living room while watching tv
sharing a box of chocolates
eating their favorite chocolate bar
doing the breakfast
making a lunch
making the dinner
baking some pies
doing a weird shaped food (e.g. using a cookie cutter with a special shape)
making some pancakes or waffles
doing a breafast in bed
eating some ice cream in a parlor
sharing the ice cream pot they have in the freezer and having a small talk
going on a fishing trip and eating the fish from it
making some smore's in front of the bonfire
going to a local food festival
listing their favorite recipes to make a cook book about it
almost burning the kitchen or the whole house because of a recipe gone wrong
character a comes back home to a very good smell while character b is cooking something
waking up in the middle of the night for a midnight snack
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In which E Gadd gives Luigi the Ghost Sex Talk.
Rambling, meme, and extra drawing under the cut:
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It's funny, last year on my birthday I played Luigi's mansion 3. I already had the game, and I wanted to relax and play something new. But I didn't keep playing it after that day. Now, a year later, I'm really into Mario, and the urge to play Luigi's mansion took over. I've played the og several times but never beat it, so I started a new playthrough and completed it the other day! (THAT GAME IS SO GOOD UUUUUHGHHGHH) Now I'm playing dark moon, another game I never finished. It's my birthday today. It's almost like god went "you haven’t unlocked the Luigi's mansion fixation yet, come back in a year" :P
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inklessletter · 11 months
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I dreamed of your voice last night, and it sounded as lonely as I am. Are you trapped in there? Are you... are you real?
Thank you for trusting the process again <3
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the-bar-sinister · 19 days
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Whumpee is slammed hard into the wall behind them, hearing more than feeling the sickening crack of their head hitting the cement or brick. As nausea and dizziness overtake them, whumper takes the opportunity to deliver more physical punishment, with blows to their upper body and face.
Finally, whumper grabs whumpee by the throat, pinning them down hard against the wall.
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lifeof-pink · 2 months
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need orv fics where biyoo is dokja’s teenage daughter instead of his dog, no hate to the dog!biyoo trope i just think it would be funny if biyoo was his prodigy kid who may or may not be the leader of a secret govt spy surveillance organization and he’s just some office worker who has to deal with her antics
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just-more-pr0mts · 7 months
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Danny has a knife that if u slash the air it opens a portal to the ghost zone.
But in his exhausted state, he slashes the knife in the air while babbling on about how he wishes there were easier ways to deal with his rouges. Accidentally causing his magical knife to slashes open a portal to a different dimension.
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The justice league were at a loss... there was a small floating kid who fell through a portal on their main table, who was currently screaming something about furries?
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Danny: .....
JL: .......
Danny: is that....a furrie?
JL: .....
Danny: ....Sam was right
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themirrorghost · 6 months
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I can't write for the life of me, but I've just thought of a tasty soulmate-fic premise (romantic or platonic!):
When their eyes are closed, a soulmate can see what their other half sees.
Whether it's super clear, or just impressions, or perhaps the more one stares at something the clearer it gets, just imagine the potential.
Soulmates taking turns to close their eyes and communicate through notes to find eachother. Soulmates who know when the other's fallen asleep because it's completely dark on the other side. Soulmates who can't sleep because their other half is somewhere way too bright and have to write passive-aggressive notes asking if they could "please turn the lights down!" Soulmates who are bored and would rather watch the others everyday life, no matter how mundane. Soulmates who's friends and/or family make fun of them for zoning out to watch through their other halves eyes instead of paying attention.
And then, on the other hand? The angst potential is delicious-
Soulmates who are so desperate to stop their other half from knowing that they wear a blindfold, or straight up blind themselves, to prevent it. Soulmates who hate the thought of someone intruding on their private lives, whether they're meant to be together or not. Soulmates who have terrible home/work lives and hope against hope that their other half doesn't find out or worse. Soulmates who are abused or get into fights often, trying their damnedest to protect their eyes above all else. Soulmates who's eyes are damaged, accidentally or otherwise, terrified of the thought that their other half won't ever be able to find them.
There are so so many ways you can swing this:
One soulmate afraid that their other half had died, having never been able to see through their eyes. Their soulmate was born blind, and managed to see things they thought they never could/would thanks to their soulmate.
Soulmates that met during childhood, living their lives as a whole, using their connection for simple, silly, domestic reasons.
Familial soulmates! Twins who aren't quite psychic but know what the other is doing all of the time. Siblings who are stuck with eachother and pretend to hate it, but are secretly glad they'll always have the other. Found family where it feels like they've always had the other and are impossible to separate.
Long-distance soulmates, teaching eachother about where they were born/grew up, showing eachother things precious to eachother.
Daytime Vs Nighttime soulmates who are barely ever awake at the same time, treasuring those in-between moments.
Soulmates with nightmares, one waking up in a panic, blinking hard and trying to calm down as quickly as possible. The other getting glimpses of the aftermath as they blink, perhaps rushing to their side if they can, comforting their distressed soulmate.
College/University AU soulmates knowing too much about their other halves area of study. Writing eachother notes to go to bed or to eat when they both forget and stay up studying way too late.
Assassin/Spy AU soulmates, using their bond to complete their missions as effectively as possible. Or perhaps the assassin/spy's soulmate is their target. Especially tasty if you throw in undercover work.
I could write a million of these prompts-
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p1nkshield · 1 year
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Part two of the prompt written by phantom-dc
I hope you enjoy!
Jason carefully picked up the core after Bruce left and looked over it, inspecting each and every inch.
“Thank you”
“So you can speak!” Jason said incredulously.
“Takes a lot” a small barely audible reply entered Jason’s mind. “But I will heal eventually.”
“Then rest up kid, only let me know if there’s something you need okay?”
“Okay”
Jason stayed in the manor carrying around this stone they got from patrol a few weeks ago. If he was not holding it was sitting on something soft within his reach and line of sight. His family grew more and more concerned as the weeks went by.
Tim began to preface the goals of the family meeting regarding Jason’s behavior.
“Okay it is clear to everyone here that ever since Jason got that weird rock on patrol he’s been acting different. I thought we could all corroborate our experiences”
Damian piped up “I saw him speaking to it as if it responded to him. He spoke to it and waited in turn” Damian then took some time to consider his words. “He then looked at me quizzically as if I were acting strange.”
Alfred then spoke as his brows knit together “I saw young master Jason with the old children’s book titled Mog’s birthday. I thought perhaps he was enjoying it for the sake of nostalgia as I used to read it to him when he was a child. I soon found myself mistaken. He was reading it aloud to this ‘core’”
“Has anyone noticed that when we discussed the organization behind this attack Jason just gets up and leaves?” Tim questioned
Dick nodded along with everyone “One more thing. He was singing to it. I haven’t heard him sing since…”
The rest went unsaid. Bruce needed to confront him. Perhaps this power source was more than he realized. If he had led his son to being mind controlled after everything that happened to him he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He had to get to the bottom of this quickly.
Jason made his way to the dinner table chatting idly with the core in tow.
“Hey kid, one thing to know about Alfred is that he’s the coolest guy you’ll ever meet, he was the one who got me into some of my favorite hobbies.”
“And my old man, usually is such a pain in the… uhh yeah, he never really trusts me with important things off the battlefield until he trusted me with you.”
A light laugh floated up from the core “I’m important?”
“Of course you are, you’re a kid! I may be a scary gunslinger but I still want to protect the innocent”
The core spoke again, this time softer.
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome. You’ve been rather talkative today do you feel any better?”
“Yes! I might be able to”
“Jason, please sit down.” Bruce called out to him
Jason sat down a little annoyed since Bruce interrupted the child. looking at all the worried faces cooled his anger as Bruce began to speak.
“Jason have you noticed that your behavior has been significantly different as of late?”
“I mean yea but”
Before Jason could finish his sentence the core glowed with ice blue light and floated out of his reach.
“KID?!? TALK TO ME WHATS GOING ON?”
His answer came in a white haired glowing little boy in a black and white hazmat suit falling towards the ground, whom Jason caught easily.
This family of crime fighting detectives had never looked so surprised. Dick dropped his forkful of spaghetti onto his lap as he stared.
“What? I thought you knew!”
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ky-landfill · 1 year
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Can we have more of your art of young Jason please? It's just so amazing. Maybe in the same au you already did with battinson while recovering form the joker attack? (that one just broke my heart so good)
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eddie4bat-president · 3 months
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Hands. Who knew?
@steddiemicrofic written for the prompt: "edge" | rating: G | wc: 509 | cw: none
It catches him off-guard when it happens. Eddie has never really thought too much about hands. Sure, he likes how his own hands look covered in silver and he knows the effect dramatically steepled hands can have when prompting a party of adventurers on their next move in the face of danger. He's also had a girl here or there look a little too long at his hands from the edge of what the Hideout counts as a stage while he had been shredding his heart out; comparing their hand sizes afterwards in a move that always worked on him more for its boldness than the hand thing itself. His hands are just... part of him. An important part, for sure, they're what he uses to write and draw and play guitar until his fingers bleed but also a part he has never consciously wasted a thought on.
So he isn't ready for the way it makes him feel to have Steve push the palms of their hands together to compare while still talking about... something. Basketball, maybe. Something about holding balls? In the back of his mind there is a voice telling Eddie to make a joke but he can't make the thoughts connect. Eddie's hands aren't small by any means but Steve's are bigger. His fingers longer. They're peeking out from behind Eddie's. Thicker too. His whole palm wider. Radiating heat.
And while Eddie is still grappling with that view and the thoughts that follow, Steve continues to manipulate his hand whichever way strikes his fancy. Looking at his rings, tapping them one by one in a rhythm that makes sense only to him. Following the last one with his own finger while turning the whole hand so the palm faces upwards. He starts tracing the lines there - softly, so softly - following the outline of Eddie's fingers with the edge of his fingernail. Had Eddie's hands always been this sensitive? The threat of a shiver begins building at the back of his neck. Steve starts paying special attention to the calluses at Eddie's fingertips, tapping his own fingertips against them.
Eddie only becomes aware that Steve had fallen silent when he starts speaking again, "You know... I used to be good at this... knowing if someone was into me." Tap tap tap. A self-deprecating laugh, "or not into me, that's been happening a lot..."
A few more soft taps, like he's steeling himself for something, a determined look on his face though his gaze remains locked on their hands.
"But with you, I... I don't know. I can't imagine, like, platonically holding my buddy's hand. But everything you do is so out of the ordinary to me. Maybe you do?" Everything seems far away except for the heat of Steve's hands on his and his words echoing in Eddie's head.
"...Fuck it." Steve wraps his fingers under Eddie's, his thumb on top and makes devastating world-shattering eye contact while he presses the softest kiss onto Eddie's knuckles.
"Are you? Into me? Because I'm so very into you."
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