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hailsatanacab · 1 year

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"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

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"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

#dpxdc #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom x batman #hoooolllyyy mackeral #it was hubris thinking i could keep anything to five sentences really wasn't it?#fucking played myself with that didn't i???#anyway here's even more words on this i hope you enjoy!!#some things that didn't make it in:#duke doesn't come to see danny because he's too bright when he's in his ghost form and it gives him a migraine - he still plays the game #though and is second closest!#damian is there he's just biding his time. it's become a tradition for damian to try and stab danny whenever he turns up #he hasn't managed it yet but danny keeps encouraging him to try again! you'll get me next time champ!#it infuriates damian to no end - no he's not doing it because he's having fun he legitimately wants to kill him shut up!#danny loves cass so much and when they do all get together they always sit together - it often ends up with cass curling up around danny #ellie turns up every now and then! she's like an honourary wayne at this point #she's always down for any pranks and shenanigans #thank you for the prompt!! it was very fun. as you can see i got rather carried away haha #thank you i hope you enjoyed it!!!#my writing #cab writes

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juneviews · 5 months

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"What's the relationship between you two?"

#cooking crush #cooking crush the series #tenprem #offgun #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #thai drama #my gifs #bypiningbisexuals #haha I'm so glad I speak thai so I can understand the play on words bc they're too perfect #so here's an explanation for you guy: college in thai is mahalay #ma also means come ha means see/search and then the booth vendor changed lay to rak which means love #literally meaning coming to search love #I changed the translation bc the original one only makes sense if you understand the original thai sentence lol

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palestporn · 6 months

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Gamzee: What those horns do tho

"So, uh, horns," you say, like a chill motherfucker who hasn't been throwing looks at this growly little motherfucker's head since you met him this morning.

"I've heard of them," he says, sass-mouthed little emperor with his tiny horns tossed like a challenge. Starts off toward the next block, and goes and takes the crown off his horns and peels his shirt off like it ain't no thing. You knew he was a solid little armful, but damn.

"Damn," you say, out loud, and he turns back to look at you like he's about to ask what's up and then sees you getting a full motherfucking ogle on and goes reddish at the ears and horns again.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, and waves off your looking at him. "So, horns?"

Oh shit, right. "Horns," you say back, and hurry on up to come after him. Are you supposed to take your shit off too? Way they trained it, if the emperor wants one of them touched he touches and if he wants their skin out he says so.

...Karkat turns away from you to fuck around with folding his shirt up, and shows you the whole length of his back, bared at you. You get kinda motherfucking stupid about it. Damn.

When you step up on him from behind him and put a hand real careful on the side of his neck, he goes tense and then eases slow--when you tilt back his head a little bit, he lets you.

"Out at the yellow, shit's about texture, I got told," you say, and just rest the blunt tip of a claw to the blunt tip of a horn. there's a little edge of ridge up and around; you can click the flat of a claw up along where it fades away, real light and slow. With his shirt off and his weight resting back on you, you can feel him shiver. "Gotta play nice if there's not a lot to get your grip on of, but you can rattle the fuck out of 'em if they're longer."

"Like yours," he says, intending at some shit. You had it shown at you how it feels to lock horns, not slamming against like a challenge but shifting around and clicking and catching together. Goes all down your posture column, like sparks. He's not got the horns, but you felt how strong his fronds are and he's sure the fuck got claws.

...Focus, motherfucker.

"Like mine, yeah," you say, and make distraction at yourself about how that might feel by sliding your grip on down and getting the heel of your frond right into the base of his horns.

You knew he'd like it, on account his ancestor's shit's been mapped and marked a hundred sweeps. But it still makes you feel like the emperor your own damn self, when he goes "Hhha, fuck," all shaky and sways back hard against you.

"Down at the red," you say, and press just like how you got taught, deep and slow, smoothing down his shaved-down hair along how it lays, not against it. "Gotta give some motherfucking pressure."

He says "Oh, fuck," again--and again, like it's about all he can think to say. Breathes slower, leans harder, grasps back and grips at you behind him. "Oh, shit."

"Gotta push harder than you figure," you say, for all your voice sounds cracked and not yours. "Head conciliatrix smacks the shit outta your knuckles if you go too light--feels like you're gonna hurt a motherfucker but if you get in there real good--"

You press again and he makes like to curse and only lets out a whine like pleading instead, crooning under it in his rattlebox. Bites it off embarrassed a second later, but holy shit. Fuck.

"--That shit'll undo knots all the way to the motherfucking ground if you do it right," you finish off, and for a beautiful miracle of a second you don't think about being pissed, or scared, or ghosts or emperors or any other bullshit. Just how he goes loose in your grip, barely keeping his feet. "Motherfucker, you sound so fucking good."

"I'll pay you back with interest," he croaks out, brave show but wavery. "In the evening. We need to sleep. Hha, shit. C'mon, 'coon."

"Tonight" again, huh? Lotta shit happening tonight. Who fucking knows how your life's gonna shake up by this time tomorrow morning.

You think you can just about motherfucking live with that.

[-END-]

[START OVER]

#CYOA: Imperial Favor #Thanks for playing everybody!#My last day of vacation is tomorrow I really worked this one down to the wire huh #I don't think I've ever done one this long you guys were vital and I'm so pleased QuQ #Your replies reblogs and votes are a gift #and I am incredibly lucky to have you :D #Followup if I posted this on AO3 it seems most logical to make each post a ''chapter'' but I hate to make a fic with like 18 chapters #of probably 1K words or less each #thoughts on most practical means of posting something in this format definitely welcome haha

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loveandthings11 · 27 days

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youtube

He is so funny and real and sweet and still true to himself 🩷

#only wearing brown is a monstrous lie hahahaha #this was such a good-humored discussion I loved it #I liked that they talked almost all about the play but also still about succ!!#good for him for being honest that that line is not funny to him #idk we need a new word for like ‘insane’ but not ‘funny’#like it was meant to seem desperate and absurd as an argument but not ‘haha’ you know #and I think Seth gets that but we have few words to express ourselves #I think absurd encompasses it best #also it’s so funny that Seth brought up the mustache thing because I’ve been thinking the same thing 😂#jeremy strong #succession #kendall roy #an enemy of the people #late night with Seth Meyers #Seth Meyers #Youtube

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portsandstars · 1 month

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Which best describes the mindset that you will play Touchstarved with, in terms of how you perceive the main character?

#apologies for phrasings #touchstarved #touchstarved poll #touchstarved game #I struggled with how to word this #but I'm wondering how you all intend to play the game #bc honestly it's cool to see people's OCs but I don't think I've ever made an OC...or had interest in making one?#I give my MC a different name but still make choices as if I was her- she's not an 'other' from me with a different personality etc #and then I'll go through again without any roleplaying and think like 'ok now I'm gonna be really rash in this playthrough and see if it #dooms me #but seeing all the ocs people have made me start to wonder if maybe I was an anomaly haha :p

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epiclamer · 1 year

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fluffy after-hurt comfort would be very nice

Dedicated to my beautiful wife, who is trying her best and I am so so so proud of her <3 @save-the-villainous-cat

Genius Bottom

Villain had dealt with every injury they had ever gotten, even when it got so rough they couldn’t touch it without tears rolling from their eyes, they never asked for help. Convinced they didn’t need it.

Ultimately, that was false. Just because they hadn’t received the help they deserved as a kid, didn’t mean they didn’t need any at all. Being independent meant knowing when you could handle something yourself, and being grown enough to reach out when you couldn’t.

The criminal hadn’t quite learned that last part yet.

Hero stood, unfazed, as they stared down on the villain sat against the floor. They were cradling their knee with both hands hovering just above the bruised skin.

In one hand, Hero held a tensor bandage, in the other, an icepack. Standard procedure for a nasty bump like that, without making it any worse. The tensor bandage was a precaution; if something was bumped out of place it could keep it steady until they found out. While the icepack was a classic, able to reduce swelling and cool down any inflammation or even numb the whole area.

Fidgeting slightly in their spot, Hero tapped their toes impatiently into the ground. Increasingly bothered by the freezing of their hand against the frozen pack.

“I don’t need your help.” Villain seethed, refusing to make eye contact, they held their ground—or knee in this case.

“Sure you don’t. Just as much as Jack didn’t need any help getting on that door.”

Villains eyes flicked upwards, dangerously dark and bloodshot from being knocked in the nose. “Don’t be a smart ass.”

Hero grinned, one opening after another. “I thought you liked my ass? You always say it looks good in my suit…”

“Shut. Up. I’m trying to deal with something right now, if you couldn’t tell.” They exaggerated with overly pronounced gestures waving at their knee, it was effective at getting their point across but it also caused them to flinch at the sudden movement.

Overall, Hero rated the performance a six out of ten. Multiple lost points for pain infliction.

They leaned onto one knee, placing the icepack down gently yet fast enough to avoid Villains attempts to stop them. When it touched their skin the criminal gasped and recoiled, but Hero held them steady. Pulling them in carefully as they helped adjust the pack against the bruise. Hearing the villain’s heaving breaths at the pressure, they lessened up slightly until the villain seemed to regain control over their lungs.

“See?” Hero tilted forwards even more, lips brushing against the shell of villain’s ear. “That’s not so bad is it?”

Villain shivered, both hands coming up to grip the hero’s shoulders for stability and grounding. Everything hurt so badly, their ribs, their face, their knee.

“That’s— that’s the last time I ever take a fight for you.”

They groaned in complaint when they saw the hero fiddling with the wrapper to the tensor bandage. Unravelling it once they shed it of its outer plastic confinement and they smiled up at the other.

“You said that last time.” Hero hummed, setting aside two metal clips that looked like evil dragon claws to the villain. Then they slowly removed the ice and began to wrap neatly around their joint.

The villain winced again, but the cold had numbed most of the area down which was a great relief. They didn’t say anything but drop their head into the crook of the hero’s neck, sputtering some nonsense about this being the “true last time”, but both of them knew it wasn’t. Villain had been taking the hero’s fights more and more often lately and every time they swore it would be the last.

Hero smiled into the villain’s hair once before continuing their work. “Someone’s a bit protective, huh?”

Villain didn’t even try to deny it.

Instead, they were focused on the hero’s hands. The way they gently pressed against the joint, all the anatomy behind it flooding their head as they carefully tested each muscle, tapped around each bone and softly tested the lengths of its mobility. Admittedly, they were also a bit touch starved and feeling the hero’s warm hands exploring and massaging their leg was heaven on earth. Even if in certain spots it ached or shocked their system with pain.

“Good news; nothing is torn or broken. No bones out of place and definitely not a fracture. Just a nasty ol’ bruise. Should be gone in a week tops.” They removed their hands much too early and Villain almost wished they’d keep checking, keep examining for something that wasn’t even there.

They grumbled and sat back up, pushing off the hero’s collarbone. “You’re such a nerd.”

“Hey, I thought that was my shtick—” Hero laughed, clipping the silver barrettes into their bandage, Villain decided that was a good name for them.

“Mmmm, sorry~” They definitely weren’t, but they couldn’t help it if it was the first thing to slip past their lips.

Again, the crime-stopper’s hands were on them. Hoisting them into the air in a bridle carry that made them squeak. They always hated if not secretly loved when the hero picked them up. In truth it made them feel so much better to be so close, pressing their ear to the other’s chest in an attempt to hear their heartbeat. Matching up their breathing patterns as they were brought to their bedroom and laid on the sheets.

Hero ran a hand through their hair as they helped them under the covers. Brushing hair out of their face in the process as their thumb delicately traced their lips. “No apology needed, pretty. What’s mine is yours…” Hero ended their sentence with a wink as they slipped under the blankets and joined the freezing villain.

They latched on like a lifeline the second Hero was cuddled in, warm and steady, breathing slow and eyes half-lidded. Perfection. Per usual. Their nights always started like this, the villain rolling on top and the hero already half asleep once their head hit the pillows.

Smirking, Villain squeezed the hero’s inner thigh, watching in twisted delight as their eyes shot wide open. “Everything that’s yours… is mine?”

The hero matched the glint in the villain’s eyes, a not-so-innocent smile greeting them right back. “Everything, love.” Both their hands landed on the villain’s hips. “Between five AM to nine PM. Not after.”

Villain rolled their eyes at their lover, cursing how much they were enjoying the power play, before they dragged their hand back up and onto the hero’s chest to rest.

“Smart ass.”

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