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whumblr · 2 days
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Whump prompt #66
Whumpee stumbled back, stuttering out the words. They'd been behaving lately, all to avoid this. "I... I thought the whip wasn't necessary anymore?"
"So did I, baby. So did I."
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whump-me · 17 hours
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"Please. I've told you everything I know." The prisoner tried to twist away from the interrogator's grip. "I swear, there's nothing else--please…"
"Good," the interrogator purred, tightening his grip on the prisoner's chin. "Now that I don't need to worry about damaging you too badly to talk, I can have some real fun with you."
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Prompt (318)
The hero threw up, all over the villain’s car. The villain looked back at in the rearview mirror in disgust.
“Can you not do that when I’m trying to kidnap you?”
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Random Prompts 16:
"I can't do this anymore. I can't be everything to you one minute, then nothing to you the next."
"I know what I said. Can we... Let's pretend I didn't say it." "I thought I was the worst person in your life?" "I didn't say that."
"Why do I care about them? All they do is hurt me." "I really think this is a therapist question."
"I love you." "You'll move on."
"Where are you going?" "Out!" "Be safe!" "Don't be nice to me right now, fuck you!"
"I don't want to like them, but I think about them getting hurt and I can't stand it."
"Is it normal to hate the person you're dating?" "I'm gonna say no." "Well, that's not good."
"Can we not cause a scene in the middle of the street? Please, yell at me inside."
"Is loving me really that fucking hard for you? Am I not good enough?" "You're more than enough." "But is that enough for you?"
"This was never going to work, was it?" "No."
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moonstonewhump · 16 hours
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A dull, pounding fear drums through me, clouding every thought. I lie still, not wanting to hear the chains clinking, and I stare up at the stone ceiling until light slowly trickles in through the tiny window.
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artemismoorea03 · 8 months
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DPxDC Prompt: Who's Child Is This?
Inspired by an ICarly Clip. "Mr. Wayne, we have your son here."
Bruce blinked, then checked the number on the phone. It was from the police station. He then looked around the table which had fallen silent when Alfred had brought him the phone.
Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke, and Damian were all accounted for. Even Jon was there so they couldn't have misidentified him as his kid.
"Which one?" Bruce chose to ask.
"Tim Drake."
Bruce looked at Tim specifically as he tilted his head confused. "Are you sure?"
"Oh yeah, Mr. Wayne, we know your boys by now."
"Right... alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes. Can I ask on why Tim has been taken into custody?"
Tim tilted his head even further while some of the others around the table started chuckling.
"He was found trespassing near the new Axion Labs at the edge of the city. The owner chose not to press charges so we're sending him home in your custody."
"I see, I'll be there soon. Thank you for the call."
"Of course, Mr. Wayne, we'll see you soon."
Bruce ended the call then looked at his kids. "Apparently, Tim has been arrested for trespassing near the Axion Labs construction site."
"And you didn't even invite me?" Dick chuckled at Tim, "We could have had so much fun together."
Tim scrunched his nose at the idea. "No way, that whole area is an OSHA violation. If I went there it wouldn't be out of costume, whoever that kid is was risking his life just walking within a block of it."
"Well, I'm going to go down there and see what 'Tim' was thinking." Bruce got out of his seat, "I'll be back soon."
"New brother?" Cass asked as Damian growled.
"We're going to assume no for now, but we may have another for dinner depending on what's going on."
"I will prepare another seat while you are gone, Master Bruce."
"Thanks, Alfred. I'll be back soon."
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When Bruce walked into the police station he immediately noticed 'Tim' sitting in front of one of the officers desks. It was a newer officer and it was clear that neither Detective Montoya or Commissioner Gordon were in or somebody would have noticed that this kid definitely wasn't Tim.
Yes, the kid had black hair which was on the shorter side but his hair fell in front of his face more than Tim would wear it, and his eyes were unnaturally blue. He was pale in an old hoodie, blue jeans, and red shoes. The biggest difference though was that this kid looked like he was only pushing 15, not 17. Yes, he looked quite a bit like Tim but anybody who had spent more than five minutes with Tim Drake would know they weren't the same person.
"Mr. Wayne." The officer called as Bruce walked over, looking at the kid.
He was thin and pale, which a tired look on his face. He also shrunk away from Bruce when he walked over.
Bruce knew what a kid in trouble looked like. So he smiled down at the kid. "You know, Tim, when I said you could go to the lab to do your science homework I didn't expect you to go all the way to Axion Labs."
The kid looked at him, surprised then seemed to quickly catch on. "What can I say, I had to see what terrible science looked like. Sorry for making you come down here."
"It's fine, but are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, totally." He said, his hand subconsciously moving to his ribs as though he was hurt.
"Alright then you are grounded."
"What?!" 'Tim' squeaked, "Come on-"
"Nope. You are ground... for... 'til... college."
"FOR 'TIL COLLEGE?!"
"For 'til college!"
The officer cleared his throat then held out a clipboard. "If you sign the red x's you can take your son and leave, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce took the papers, quickly looking over it and signing it. It was strange to see that all of the handwriting on the paperwork was adult writing. Had they even asked this kid his name? Once everything was signed he passed it back over to the officer who nodded.
"Looks good. Thanks Mr. Wayne and you stay out of trouble. The whole city knows your face. You're just lucky Mr. Masters didn't want to press charges."
"Yeah, so lucky." The kid rolled his eyes, then stood up and looked up at Bruce. "Can we go now?"
"Sure thing, chum. Come on." Bruce said, leading the kid out of the station and to the car. The kid seemed hesitant as he looked around, his eyes narrowing when they landed on a gentlemen with silver hair in a ponytail, only when the man smiled at 'Tim' did the kid speak up again.
"Come on, Dad, let's get out of here before the stalkers find us." He said, climbing in the front seat and closing the door, much to the annoyance of the silver haired man.
Bruce climbed in the front seat, buckling in and driving away from the station. "So... 'not Tim' what's your name?"
"Danny. Just Danny... sorry about all of that Mr. Wayne. That guy took one look at me and started calling me 'Tim' and when I tried to explain that I wasn't 'Tim' hey called me a liar. But if I gave them my real name then... somebody else was going to come collect me and I didn't want that. So... I let them call me Tim. I'm sorry, I hope it didn't put you out..."
"Not at all. But... are you okay? Why were you at Axion Labs?"
Danny seemed hesitant, "I... it sounds crazy."
"It's Gotham, kid. Crazy things happen all the time..."
"Right... well um... I-I was kidnapped from my home and taken to Axion Labs. I-I escaped and when I was trying to leave the grounds the police saw me and thought I was trespassing. Since the cops were I decided to play along with it..."
Bruce frowned, "Kidnapped? Is... is there somebody I can call?"
Danny shook his head. "I have an older sister who is probably going crazy looking for me but other than her and a couple of friends there wouldn't be anybody. My parents... they were kind of involved. They... they found out something about me and tried to hurt me, I ran to somebody I knew I couldn't trust because I thought maybe he would get his head out of his ass but I was just being an idiot." Danny hugged himself. "You can drop me off anywhere though, you don't have to bother yourself with me or my shit."
Bruce pulled to a stoplight and reached over to the kid who flinched, Bruce waited until he relaxed before Bruce patted his head. "I'm not going to just leave you on the street. Besides, it's late and by now my butler has already dished you some dinner. So at least for tonight you're welcome to stay with me and my kids. We'll get some food in your belly, make sure you're not wounded, let you call your sister, and find a way to get you home. Sound good?" He asked, moving his hand away.
Danny looked at Bruce, seeming a bit untrusting for a moment before he glanced at something near Bruce and relaxed. There was nothing with Bruce, he wasn't carrying anything, but whatever Danny was seeing was enough to put his mind at ease. "Okay... but if anybody tries anything be warned, I bite."
Bruce chuckled, "So do most of the others. You'll fit right in."
'But just what the hell is going on with this kid? Does it have anything to do with that man outside the police station? I've got to get to the bottom of this before this kid leaves, especially if he's still a target.'
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diabolichare · 3 months
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Is this courtship?
Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.
Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.
Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).
Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.
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eloquentmoon · 1 year
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blossoming romance writing prompts:
accidental hand touching
eye contact across a crowded room
exchanging secret smiles
first conversations alone
admiring them from afar
asking them about their family
visiting them at their place of work
discovering common interests
exchanging gifts for the first time
a surprise encounter
picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face
nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)
complimenting their appearance
looking at their lips as they talk
finding excuses to be alone with each other
naturally gravitating closer together
noticing their individual quirks
hello/goodbye hugs that linger
talking late into the night
clumsy attempts at flirting
sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another
playful teasing
being unable to keep their eyes off of them
attempting to find out if they are single/available
finding comfort in their scent
creating art inspired by them
sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold
surprising them with their favourite treat
visiting their home for the first time
confiding in them
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lolottes · 7 months
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Flash had to modify the time… then modify a little differently Now he has a sarcastic teenage meta who interrupted him in the middle of patrol
Meta: Flash? you're the one who changed time? well done to you, I'm immune to time change and your last change made my existence illegal, a government agency, my now ex and my own parents want to kill my hero identity and the justice league no longer remembers me! I'm not going to ask you to change the course of time, but if you could tell the Justice League to remove the anti-ecto laws that would already make a big difference for me!
Flash: uh, ok I'll watch that?
Meta: ok then, good luck, I'm going back to patrol my own city
Flash once the meta part: did the first change create a new hero and the second ruin his life? ... oh my gods, how am I going to explain this to the other???
Or Danny and Clockwork take advantage of a double change in the timeline and the Amity Park blackout to lie to Flash
BUT it's for a good cause! for the ghosts, and prevent war crimes which will end in war / massacre of the Earth
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Steve enjoys outraging the kids from time to time , so one day when he’s dropping them off for Hellfire and Eddie’s not there yet, he just follows them in and plops himself down in the DM seat
Cue the outraged yelling, particularly from Dustin and Mike, while Steve plays dumb and enjoys their reaction immensely. He decides he’ll stick around until Eddie gets here for his reaction too, because he’ll never admit it but he funds his rants adorable
What Steve doesn’t know, though, is that Eddie’s reactions to pranks is to play along as if nothing is off - so when Eddie comes in, he has a moment of ‘wtf’ before he saunters along like nothing is wrong and just sits on Steve’s lap. And stays there for the next 2 hours until there’s a break.
Steve comes out of the break with a date 😜
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l-michalska-writer · 7 months
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Protective prompts
Perhaps i should phrase myself better. You. Wont. Lay. A. Single. Finger. On. Her.
Yeah, I killed him. I won't apologize for that.
He had it coming.
"He was asking for it." "For a beat-up?" "Yeah."
I don't care if you want me here or not. I'm staying.
You're in a hospital because of them and I'll put in a morgue everyone who is responsible for that.
He said what?!
"He had it coming." "you killed him." "Exactly."
He was asking for it.
You have my permission to kill him whenever you like, darlin'.
Are you falling in love with me, hon'?
You're playing a dangerous game, darlin'.
"My father wants to meet you." "I swear, one single bad word about you comes out od his mouth... I'll kill him."
You’ll stay by my side until I tell you so.
„You’d defy the gods, only for me?” „i would destroy the gods for you.”
You can change what you do but you cant change what you want.
If I cant have you no one should.
*someone’s bothering her* him: would you like to fuck off?
How many drinks would it take to make you mine?
Who. Did. This. To. You?
You don't want to make me jealous, honey.
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thiawenwriting · 1 year
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DP x DC Prompt
Here’s a thought. So, Danny ends up in the DC verse somehow. And somehow it comes out that Danny is the only hero back home. So the League is telling him how there are dozens of them, trying to be reassuring, like You’re not alone here.
And maybe others would feel that way. See all these heroes and be relieved. But Danny?
Danny is a hero because he has to be. Because no one else can defeat some of the enemies he regularly dealt with. He had to protect the people from ghosts and the ghosts from hunters. And he paid for it everyday. Lost time and sleep and grades. Relationships. His dreams.
His parents and the government want to destroy him. He had to listen to them call him a monster everyday. The town he bled for often blamed him. And he did it alone. Oh sure, his friends backed him up. But they were back up.
There might be bright spots but the hero life was largely a life of pain. But Danny did it anyway because what choice did he have? The world needed him to step up, so step up he did. And he gave it his all in the hope that no one else would have to.
So when Danny sees all of those heroes, it breaks his heart.
What happened to your world, he asks them, horrified. That it needs so many of you.
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whumblr · 2 months
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Magical restraints
Preferably some invisible restraints. With Whumpee being pressed against the wall (or on the floor), hands held back by an invisible force that they can't break free from. Maybe wisps of smoke around their wrists for the aesthetics.
- Whumper advancing on them, hand outstretched, fingers out. The pressure on Whumpee's wrists increasing with every step closer.
- Maybe Whumper can feel the magic in his fingertips pulse with every useless struggle.
- Or he just casually waltzes up, hands in his pockets.
- Implied Whumper getting closer and closer, right up against them and they can't even bring up a hand to try and force some distance.
- A flick of his hand and Whumpee is forced down to their knees.
- Another flick of his hand, like snuffing out a candle, and the invisible bonds fall away. The casual show of power.
- Whumpee snarling and spitting insults. Whumper just shakes his head and all of a sudden, Whumpee's raging is cut off mid-sentence. A heavy, invisible pressure now digging into their throat, cutting off their air :3
- The team is coming to save Whumpee. They see them alone in their cell, not even tied up, so they think this is going to be a piece of cake. But Whumpee can't get up. And there is no chain to break, no ropes to cut.
- Meaning they have to seek out the source of the magic first before they can get Whumpee out.
- Or well, maybe the source of that magic has noticed the commotion and is already on his way to them :)
- Bonus: he's standing in the doorway to the cell, blocking the exit.
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autocrats-in-love · 1 month
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Prompt (293)
“Have you seen this?” The hero said.
“I know!” The villain responded, taking the newspaper from their nemesis’s hand. “Why would anyone think we’re secretly in love?”
The hero and villain’s sidekicks exchanged a look from where they were standing, a few feet away.
“Will they ever figure it out?” The hero’s sidekick asked.
“Just give them some time.” The villain’s sidekick responded, sighing.
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Random Prompts 13:
"I hate you." "Aw, that's sweet. You can't even lie to my face."
"Why would you ever do this?" "Why? Why not?"
"Are you really that pissed off? It's just a little love bite." "I have stitches."
"Can we circle back to you two killing each other with blades later? We're under attack!"
"What just happened? Doesn't matter, it doesn't change us." "Oh, sure, my tongue in your mouth does nothing for our relationship, got it." "Keep talking and you won't have that tongue."
"If you ever hurt me, you're gonna regret it." "Maybe I should hurt you, just to test your bluff."
"Fuck me." "Agreed, this shit sucks-" "Fuck. Me."
"I shouldn't be worried. Why the hell am I worried?" "Because you like them?" "Like hell I do."
"Did you two..." "Kiss? Depends on what you call a kiss. Personally, being body-slammed into a wall then violently made out with isn't a kiss."
"Get the fuck out, right now!" "What? You invited me!"
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promptlywritingideas · 9 months
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"I hate you" as...
A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.
An angry shout. Fists clenched, fury bubbling up inside until it finally bursts out.
A surrender. Exhausted, inflectionless. This is what you wanted, and you finally got it.
A joke; I'm giggling and so are you, and the words are so soft no one takes them seriously.
A warning; I'd never say that to you, and you know it, and now you know that something is very, very wrong.
A way of snarking back and forth with you. You've done something annoying, and I say I hate you, but we both know I don't mean it.
Defiance; you've won and we both know it, and I cannot stop you, but I will look you straight in the eyes, even to the end.
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