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sollucets · 10 months

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as a tiny prompt: aye wearing akks clothes (maybe an iconic tank top that's a bit too big on him) and akk feeling a certain way

hi nonny i am at last back at it again. thank you for your patience! ✨i think akk's more iconic of his 2 tank tops is definitely the teal one

we are in the post-os2 long-distance akkaye timeline again; 1.2k, rated t for they're kissing

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It’s well into the afternoon when Akk finally hears the telltale sound of movement in his bed. His desk, across his dorm room, faces away, and he doesn’t bother turning from the chair to look. It’s going to take Aye a little while to actually wake up, and the last Akk had seen he’d been sprawled face-down across the pillows, taking up nearly all the room in an already too-small bed.

So instead, he keeps writing, the little scratching noise of his pen the only sound in the room. Akk usually works with something playing in the background, but he’d forgone music in deference to Aye’s recovery from nineteen hours of air travel. He’s also not really working, not so soon after the end of term; he sets back to writing in his journal, content enough to wait just a little longer.

Like he’d expected, it’s a while before he hears the telltale groaning of Aye actually getting up. He resists the urge to look for a while, but eventually turns to glance over his shoulder and catches the bathroom door closing, hears the sink turn on. He smiles.

A few minutes later, he again doesn’t look up when the door opens and Aye’s arms loop around him from behind, a chin digging into his shoulder.

“Good afternoon,” Akk says mildly, gently leaning the side of his head against his boyfriend’s.

Aye whines, incoherent, and squeezes around Akk’s shoulders. He smells like toothpaste.

“That bad, huh?”

“What time is it,” Aye mumbles, almost directly against Akk’s ear.

“It’s half past two, and I probably should’ve woken you up earlier. The jet lag isn’t going to get any better like this.”

Aye lets out a muffled groan and drops his face into Akk’s shoulder, breath warm against the skin. He has to be leaning over the back of the desk chair, and it can’t be comfortable, but he’s clinging so thoroughly it’d be hard to detach him. He says something, barely audible.

“What?”

“What are you doing?” Aye enunciates more clearly, sounding both definitely still sleepy and distinctly pouty. Akk can feel his lips moving. “Pay attention to me.”

“I’m journaling,” Akk answers, laughing a little. Deliberately, he adds another word.

“What happened to my cute boyfriend from yesterday who missed me so much he cried at the airport?”

“Your cute boyfriend from yesterday had to carry you inside from the car and as such doesn’t miss you anymore,” Akk answers primly, holding in a laugh. “Also, you cried too.”

“You just called yourself cute,” Aye says, sighing dreamily. “You should write it in your journal. This is a historic moment.”

“Shut up.”

Aye scoffs theatrically. “Listen to you. I’m never so mean.”

Akk pointedly gets another two words written down and very generously doesn’t refute Aye’s bald-faced lie. “I’m not mean. I let you sleep in, didn’t I? And I made lunch, but it’s in the minifridge now.”

Against his shoulder, Aye’s lips curve first into a smile and then into a kiss.

Akk melts a little. He hadn’t known, really, how much he missed this. He thought he knew, but he didn’t.

“You made lunch for me?” Aye asks, sounding delighted despite how he’s pulling his arms away. “I guess I can forgive you then. I am hungry.”

Akk spins in his chair, glancing up. “We can—“ he starts, before the words catch in his throat.

Aye’s hair is down, soft and in his eyes. That’s the first blow. The second is his bare legs, the edges of boxers just barely visible under the hem of the third shot directly to the heart, one of Akk’s tank tops.

On Akk, it’s already oversized, and on Aye the effect is worse. He can see the curve of Aye’s waist where the side hangs open, paler than the rest of his skin. It contrasts prettily against the blue-green of Akk’s shirt. His eyes stick there, tracing the shape of it over and over until without his conscious input he reaches out and curls his fingers around that waist, tugging Aye abruptly forward into his lap.

Aye makes a cut-off little noise of surprise, just barely getting his legs to the side in time. His skin under Akk’s hand is warm and soft and his weight in Akk’s lap is familiar even after all these months away, and his mouth is still in a cute little ‘o’ of surprise.

He rallies quickly, though, and that ‘o’ morphs into the cat smile Aye wears only at his most self-satisfied. Leaning forward to keep his balance, he sets his hands lightly on Akk’s chest and says, a laugh in his voice, “Does my cute boyfriend still miss me after all?”

Blinking a couple times and valiantly fighting the urge to dig his nails in, Akk says, “You’re wearing my shirt.”

It’s hardly the first time. Aye loves stealing Akk’s clothes, and he’s seen it before — but the combination of all that skin and Aye soft and real and in his room and his shirt and now his lap is doing something to him. Aye’s here to steal his clothes again, here and tangible in his arms.

“So I am. Most of mine are still in my bags.” Aye’s tone is fond as he stares down at whatever dumbstruck expression Akk is wearing, but it goes darker as he asks, “Do you like that?”

Akk tries to drag his eyes up through the sea of radio static that his higher thought processes have become, but before his face is another stopping point; his collarbone, visible from the drape of the tank top and sadly unmarked. His left hand comes up until his thumb can run over that exposed skin.

He feels more than hears Aye take a breath in, and lets his fingers follow the motion up the column of his throat. It vibrates as Aye says, a little shakily, “I guess that answers that question.”

Akk, who would usually roll his eyes but is distracted by the way Aye licks his lips after speaking, finishes the journey to curl his hand around the back of Aye’s neck and pull him down. Aye goes easily, melting into the kiss with a sigh that Akk has heard a million times and also not in months. They’d kissed last night, brief and soft and clumsy with sleep once he’d finally gotten Aye into the safety of their dorm, but not like this.

No, not like this at all; he feels teeth against his upper lip. Aye’s hands leave his chest to wander down to his waist then back up to his shoulders and cling there, squeezing pressure through fabric. It feels a little like Aye might understand it, like he might get the ache in Akk’s hands and heart to hold him as close as possible. Akk makes a soft noise into his mouth, shifting in the chair, and they break apart for a moment, just far enough that their noses still touch.

“So,” asks Aye, breathy but still somehow infuriatingly smug, “Do you want me to keep it on, or take it off?”

In retaliation, Akk summons all his willpower and says, “I thought you were hungry.”

Aye leans in again, close enough that their lips brush, and whispers, “Shut up.”

#the eclipse #akkayan #akk x ayan #my fic tag #arbitrary milestone prompts #it feels really good to be making something again. i've been a little quiet about it but june really did some damage to my life #and the worst thing about feeling bad is that. like. not being able to make stuff because you feel bad makes you feel *worse* ykno #in any case. fluff!!! kissing!!!#the time difference between london/thailand is six hours and most flights i saa when i googled this are in the 15-20 hour range #even the expensive ones with no stops #akk journaling is a hc of mine u also see in on our way up #ok. i'll stop talking now :') posting at a stupid time too bc i'm just happy to have something done. thank u! <3

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nebu-lime · 11 months

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Do I like Dialtown? Yeah, I love gay people!

Happy June everyone, here’s my first drawing for A June of Dialtown!

This was the prompt; Day 1: Pride!

Since I’m doing something different for the actual Headcanons prompt, I decided to put some sexuality and gender HCs here! ^^

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anouri · 11 months

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ii. pigeon

june prompts from @nosebleedclub

#i actually do think this every time i walk past the pigeons near my apartment #there's something sad there in the way that they linger #pigeons are domesticated yknow #just waiting for human companionship #it's just humans decided that we don't want them any longer #words #mine #june prompts #it's time for me to dump my journal entry onto my blog then run away #(i will be catching up and it will be out of order)

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serickswrites · 11 months

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Say Something

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, mcd, grief, hurt/no comfort

Caretaker pulled the blanket tighter around their shoulders. They were so cold. They couldn’t get warm. It didn’t matter that Teammate One had turned the heating on to the max. Didn’t matter that Caretaker was wearing two thick sweaters. It didn’t matter because the cold was bone deep. Soul-crushing deep. So deep that they would never be warm again.

“Say something, Caretaker,” Teammate One said as they carried a tray of tea and cookies over.

“They broke their promise,” Caretaker whispered, their voice hoarse from crying. “How could they? They were going to come back to me. They said they would be back.”

Teammate One sat down next to Caretaker, wrapping their arm around Caretaker’s shoulders as they sat. “I think they tried to keep their promise, Caretaker. I don’t think Whumpee meant for this to happen.”

“They were going to come back,” Caretaker repeated. “They didn’t come back. I...I...I...” But Caretaker couldn’t finish as a fresh wave of grief washed over them, stealing their words.

Teammate One held Caretaker as they cried. Held Caretaker and tried not to think about finding Whumpee, beaten, broken, and long dead, in Whumper’s lair. Tried not to think about Caretaker’s blood curdling scream as they realized that Whumper had succeeded in killing Whumpee. Tried not to think about Caretaker’s frantic attempts to bring Whumpee back. Tried not to think about how Whumpee had broken the promise to the whole team. And tried not to think about how they had broken their promise to always have Whumpee’s back.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced captivity #tw referenced torture #tw mcd #tw grief #hurt/no comfort #june of doom 2023 #juneofdoom #day 13 #say something #prompt: broken promise #queue

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thesilverlock · 11 months

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Year of OTP ⟢ JUNE (part 1): “You aren’t what I expected..."

Jey Takara certainly turned out to be an unexpected figure in Astral’s life. Another being who claimed to hail from Astral World, despite having a human identity. And flare for much more chaos oriented traits. They became rivals. And, slowly, friends. From earth, to their spot in the pendant - and after the war - back to their home. Sure, the ‘’archangel’’ of Astral World was flirty, but that was because he knew it got underneath the envoy’s skin. . . right?

I loved June’s prompts too much to decide between solely one, so I split one regular sized fanart into two smaller, that I’ll post throughout the month. This is the first!

#zexal #yugioh zexal #ygo zexal #zexal oc #yugioh zexal oc #astral (zexal)#astral (yugioh)#astral ygo #(( Like mentioned; June’s prompts are going to be a teensy bit smaller ! Since I could not decide between three great ones aghdj #This one was originally supposed to be something else entirely but then was struck with new inspo #that I.. did not execute well 😭 I lost the vision for it and definitely cut corners / gave up lmaooo #The cost of a 4am project completion #but it’s fine snbdfhj This was meant to be the exposition-y piece to set up what’s coming~ ))#| saved ✧ |#| my art ♡ |#| my oc ❦ |#| goldenshipping ✧◦༌ |

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bleachbleachbleach · 2 years

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Fic: D O N K I

Characters: Hitsugaya (POV), Orihime; also ft. Hinamori in absentia, Orihime's neighbors, Aizen and Ichimaru, and the Worm TV Rating: G Word Count: ~8k Tags: it turns out the appliances need to be fed, Grocery Shopping, Advance Team Arc, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Aizen Sousuke

Summary: Hitsugaya needs a quiet place. Orihime needs a therapist, or maybe a travel agent. Orihime gets Hitsugaya. Hitsugaya gets--

Notes: This is for @rays-of-fire-and-ice, who asked for Hitsugaya POV, right after Chapter 224 and his conversation with Hinamori via worm TV. Wishing you the happiest of anniversaries, and I hope this fic brings you even a modicum of the pleasure that your presence in fandom brings me! <333

[Read it on AO3!]

Preview:

"Whuh… Whaaaat is it doing??" Inoue squeaks. "Toushirou-kun, I have neighbors, I--It's not going anywhere, is it?"

Hitsugaya frowns. "It's probably hungry."

"What does it eat?" Inoue asks. It does not escape Hitsugaya's notice that this is her first question, particularly given that her next ones are, in order: "Where is its mouth? Does it have a mouth? Wait, what do you mean 'it's hungry'?" and "What is it?"

"I don't know. I've never personally owned one," Hitsugaya replies, which seems like a decent catch-all. It's supposed to be a television. It's a secure line to Soul Society. At the time, the care and feeding of such a thing had not seemed immediately pressing.

But now the television is moving very quickly. Its tendrils gather in the creases of the ceiling and Hitsugaya curses, scanning the room. There's a booklet, he's pretty sure. Or there'd been one. There's another pop as the far-side appendages remove themselves from the wall.

"Umaibo!"

Hitsugaya whirls around, just in time to see Inoue's entire forearm swallowed by purple.

#despite saying multiple times i was going to finish this in may here it is a week into june--classic #but writing this was so much fun and all-consuming; every time i was doing something in my life that wasn't this i was mad about it lol #if you enjoy the 'blorbos eat things' genre of fic this one's for you - even the appliances get snacc!#hitsugaya toushirou #inoue orihime #also ft. hinamori in absentia. aizen and ichimaru. orihime's neighbors. and the worm tv #thank you for the prompt!! <3 #here's to another 6 years of tumbling! ^^#rays-of-fire-and-ice #bleach fanfic

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inkykeiji · 10 months

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-passes note to Clari- Who tailored Professor Keigo's pants? 👀 👀

*passes note back with a lil giggle* well, his personal tailor at a small but prestigious, pristine, privately owned tailoring and alterations boutique company, of course! he has a good majority of his trousers custom made here with special and detailed specifications; just a hint too tight in the bum, so the stitching stretches a lil any time he has to bend over; just a hint too tight in the crotch—not enough to be obscene, of course, but enough to be teasing, to show off that impressive bugle and get those imaginations stirring; and fitted nicely to his thighs, just enough so the material stretches across the muscle when he sits on the edge of his desk while lecturing <3

#miss him!!!!!!!!!#i have something in the works for him for one of my june prompts #let’s not talk about the fact that it’s july HAHA #hehehe hope ur having a fabulous tuesday anon bb #keep safe and keep hydrated!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.darkacademia

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daxite · 1 year

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🔥homestuck ?

WEW LAD i have fucking mountains of those LMFAO

anyway i'll give a couple of what would probably be currently regarded as my most "controversial" opinions (excluding the obvious "i do not like act 6" one lmao);

i fucking hate the june egbert headcanon, and i hate davekat lol

#might get shit for these but whatever the point of the prompt was literally for controversial opinions so here you go lmao #and no i obviously don't hate the june headcanon 'because' it's a trans headcanon #i have many MANY reasons why i really do not fucking like it at all #same with davekat lmao #i'll elaborate if someone sends another ask or something but i don't really care enough to make a post about any hot takes or whatever lmao #besides people are fucking cutthroat over ships/headcanons ESPECIALLY those two so lol #honestly the only homestuck trans headcanons i like are ftm!dave and mtf!roxy lmao #ships is a whole different topic and neither of these things i really care that much about as a whole #dax rambles #ask #anonymous

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writersdelusion · 2 years

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Chokecherry,

Totally bitter berry

Head-locked and head swimming kind of berry.

You sat there unassuming and yet so appealing

the forbidden fruit beckoning-- no, begging me over.

You needed down, and I needed out.

You smelled like flowers so fresh that mud still clung to the stems.

You felt slick like the back of a porpoise

You tasted so sweet it made my tooth ache

like when I bit down on the pill.

Chokecherry,

Totally bitter berry

Head-locked and head swimming kind of berry

You needed down, and now I’m out.

-- "Day 3: Chokecherry" (via @writersdelusion)

prompt via @nosebleedclub

#mywriting #poetry #twcpoetry #prose #free verse #poets of tumblr #twc #spilled ink #nosebleedclub #june prompts #listen all i said is that id write something everyday not that id write something good everyday #the punchline here is that the seeds of chokecherries can kill u

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kuwdora · 9 months

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not-June Something Prompts Day 8: Tell me something about the last fandom thing you wrote. Or the last thing you read. Or the last thing you recced. Or all of them.

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Witcher recs:

@andordean's Blood Ties, a Ciri novel that goes in a different direction than other post-canon stories. AND IT GOES SO HARD. It’s kind of consumed my brain over the last few months and I’m still not over it.

@troiings's you'll be the architect, so pull up your sleeves which is post-Thanedd Yen/Tissaia fix-it/recovery fic that is heartwrenching. A beautiful kind of emotional intimacy and vulnerability. This is a love letter to hands, amazing clothing porn, and what it means to find a path for yourself after healing.

Other recs:

feels like a steel knife by Violet_pecil. This is a Star Trek Lower Decks femslash story about Beckett and Tendi. It’s horny, it’s full of friendship, it’s so strange. The Beckett POV is so fucking strong, it’s been rattling around in my head for weeks now. Also the story is so fucking hilarious.

The Adventure by cosmic_llin. A gorgeous, beautiful and wonderful vid about Star Trek: Prodigy. This show really is lovely and this is the vid I recommend for anyone who wants to see why.

Moderation which is a vid by Anoel for the show Hacks. It's Deborah/Ava. Hacks is one of the funniest shows I’ve seen in the last 10 years. Complex women characters! Unlikelable women characters! Hilarious and awful people, canon bisexual lead. THE MAGNIFICENT AGE DIFFERENCE!, intergenerational humor, writerly humor…etiquette and professionalism in the stand-up comedy industry as a woman and woman writer. Oh god. It’s so fucking good. They’re dysfunctional and codependent and also growing so much together and from one another. THIS VID IS SO GOOD and captures Deb and Ava’s fucked up dynamic SO WELL.

Tubthumping a vid by @usuallyhats to D&D Honor Among Thieves. Perfect song is perfect for this movie. When I tell you I laugh-cried for the clip choices on “pissing the night away…” lmao. This vid matches the cheeky humor and love that’s in the film SO WELL. Have a watch, you won’t regret it. This vid is also on tumblr!

(full list of questions here)

#blogdora #not-june something prompts #textpost #kuwdora recs #witcher recs #vid rec #sapphic #dndhat recs #hacks recs #star trek recs #star trek lower decks #star trek

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dawnquafam · 9 months

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Hello dear I just saw that post you reblogged about url changes and it would be an exceptionally good idea but half the fun of seeing a new url on my dash is, especially if it Star Trek or mcu adj, the moment of “has Dawn changed it again?? What’s this months fixation?” 😂😂 always a highlight off my day ahaha

I'm so glad my inability to stick to one username is entertaining to you 😂 This one's hopefully sticking around for a while but I promise I will keep changing it eventually

#i fought off the urge to switch to a sports night username back in june #a psych username might've crossed my mind in july #and trust me i am always waiting for marvel to give me an excuse to switch back to my shangqi user #the second we get promo content of him in what if s2 i Will lose my mind about him again #oh and the marvels might prompt a return to my kamala user lol #there's always something with me #miscellaneous

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calder · 3 months

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In every mainline Fallout game except for New Vegas, players can earn the loyalty of a dog known as “Dogmeat.” As part of the main quest of Fallout 4, Dogmeat assists in tracking down the antagonist, even if the player has never encountered him before. When you leave Kellogg’s home, Nick simply starts talking about Dogmeat as if he’s a known quantity.

Perhaps related to this quirk of the world, Dogmeat is first named in this game when the clairvoyant Mama Murphy recognizes him and addresses him by name. The game’s UI calls him “DOG” until he is recognized by Valentine or Murphy. It seems clear that this german shepherd is somehow an independent agent with a good reputation, or something.

Dogmeat does not have a loyalty quest associated with him, which is how the player would earn the other companions’ perks. However, upon finding Astoundingly Awesome Tales #9 within the Institute, Dogmeat becomes more resistant to damage. While this isn’t coherent or conclusive evidence of Dogmeat being a synth, it’s plainly prompting the audience to consider that idea. In light of these factors, his origins have been fiercely debated among the community.

The skeptics and “hard sci-fi” fans out there would have you believe that he’s merely a famous stray dog who solves crimes. But I believe there's something more remarkable at work.

There's a section in the Fallout 2 instruction book called the Vault Dweller's Memoirs, where the player character of the first game recounts what canonically happened. Due to Fallout’s famously terrible companion AI, if you travelled to Mariposa with Dogmeat, he would consistently run into the force fields and get vaporized. So, in the Memoirs, we learn that this is exactly what became of Dogmeat Prime, in canon. He loyally sprinted into a wall of solid light, and disappeared. What if our buddy simply awoke in a new, confusing place?

In Fallout 2, Dogmeat must be found at the Cafe of Broken Dreams, which is explicitly a liminal space. It appears randomly to travellers in the desert. The NPCs within are frozen in time, such as a young version of President Tandi, who mentions that Ian went to “the Abbey,” an area cut from the game. To gain Dogmeat’s trust, the Chosen One must equip the Vault Dweller’s V-13 jumpsuit, which Dogmeat recognizes as belonging to his dead master. You can also attack him to spawn Mad Max, who claims ownership of the dog. Max fits the description of Dogmeat's original owner given in Fallout.

There’s also the “puppies” perk in Fallout 3, which enables you to restore Dogmeat, in the event of his death. “Dogmeat’s puppy” inherits his base and ref ids. In other words, they ARE the same NPC, just renamed. So, the way this actually articulates is that whenever Dogmeat dies in combat, you can find him waiting for you back at Vault 101. In practice, it’s almost Bombadilian.

Lastly, please consider the following developer context.

In June of 2021, the dog who performed Dogmeat’s motion capture and voice for Fallout 4 passed away. A statue of her was placed outside of every Vault in the China-exclusive sequel to Fallout Shelter. She still watches over each player.

River's owner, developer Joel Burgess, honored her in a brief thread about her involvement in the game, and shared much about his thought process and design goals while leading the character’s development. The Dogmeat project changed course early on, after Mr. Joel saw a new member of the art team gathering references of snarling German Shepherds. This motivated him to bring River into the studio, so the artists and developers could spend time with her.

He wanted to steer the team away from viewing Dogmeat as a weapon, and towards viewing him as a friend. Everything special about Dogmeat was inspired by River. For example, whenever you travel with Dogmeat, he’s constantly running ahead of you to scout for danger, then turning to wait for you. This was inspired by River’s consistent behavior on long walks. The only way they were able to motivate River to bark for recordings was by separating her from Joel while he waited in the next room. Reading the thread, it’s very clear that he hoped Dogmeat would make players feel safe, encouraging them to explore, and to wonder. In his closing thoughts, he said the following:

-Joel Burgess

Mr. Joel felt it was important to express that the ambiguity of Dogmeat’s origin in Fallout 4 was deliberately built into his presentation. He also felt it was important that you know Dogmeat loves you. Dogmeat was designed, on every level, to reflect the audience’s inspirations, and to empower their curiosity.

The true lore of Dogmeat is a rorschach test. The only “right” answer is to pursue whatever captures your imagination.

#dogmeat #v13 #meta #companions #animal death t

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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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Okay but was it just me who made up a fantasy land when I was little? (June here, BTW) My friend didn't have one. GoboLand was a place only my toys and I could travel to. My play tent was a little house I had there. They had a magic academy, and sustainable energy. They invented watermelon ice cream, long before it was a thing here (My parents didn't believe it could be done) People rode in underwater trains. You know, I actually think I might have the blueprints somewhere...

June!! Hello!! It was not just you, I certainly have made my fair share of fantasy lands in my head over the years. I can't remember what the first one I had was or even if it had a name, but I've been creating and then discarding places and stories for years.

I don't know what it is about certain teachers, but I also had a handful of assignments in different classes where we had to make places. I don't even remember why I just know we did. I made this underwater world when I was in 7th grade (12yo), and I think I kept all the notes I made on it but I can't be quite sure. I told my teacher I was going to use all the worldbuilding I'd done to write a story, but I never did. And then in 10th grade (15yo) I made another, and I know I still have the map and emblem around my room somewhere, I can just never remember where I put it. But that was another fantasy land I made, even if I wasn't as little.

That's not quite the same as it is when you're a kid, but that's what your ask reminded me of! I'm sure I created fantasy worlds when I was really little, I just can't remember them well. I know when I was nine my friends and I created this place called Holeville by digging holes in the woodchips on the playground and connecting them with dug out paths, but we got in trouble for that.

My memories of my own fantasy world aren't quite the same as yours, but I'm positive that your experiences are shared! Even if I don't have something to offer that's exactly the same, I'm sure someone does.

GoboLand is definitely an interesting name though! I don't think I've ever named a place except for in those homework assignments where it was required, so kudos to you for taking that first worldbuilding step! And with the independently coming up with watermelon ice cream on your own, that's an unusual but impressive accomplishment

#quil's queries #june nonsie #i am not as little anymore but I've also got fantasy land escape disorder so. like I can still connect on that level #(i'm talking about maIadaptive daydreaming btw)#this is prompting me to try and remember some of my earlier fantasy worlds #but they weren't as complex as yours sound i don't think #more a lot of disconnected simpler ones?#that I'd come up with to adapt to the situation #whether I was playing with my friends or my sister #it'd be like storytelling #but I'm sure I had personal ones as well #that just seems like something I'd do

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juneofdoom · 2 months

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What up, whump fam?!

June of Doom 2024 Prompts!

We've brought back some old favorites/ popular prompts from last year with a healthy dash of new!

Please feel free to participate with original or fan works of any kind (writing, photos, gifs, mood boards, videos, songs, whatever creative medium your heart desires!). You can do one or all of the prompts on any given day, and if none are to your liking, check out the alternate prompts!

Two rules this year!

As with last year, tag your stuff with appropriate warnings, plzkthnx.

AI-created content is highly discouraged and frowned upon. I have no way of "checking", but I respect the time and effort people put into their crafts and encourage everyone to do the same. This isn't a contest for best written or prettiest art — it's a challenge, so challenge yourself.

Text list below the cut for easier crossings-off. And don't forget to tag @juneofdoom so I can reblog your awesome here! Have fun!

“Help me.” | Failed Escape | On the Run | Fetal Position |

“It didn’t have to be this way.” | Scream | Double Cross | Made to Watch |

“Well, well, well…” | Hiding | Ambushed | Stalking |

“Does that hurt?” | Impalement | Fracture | Punishment |

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” | Bite | Swelling | Disfiguration |

“They don’t care about you.” | Flinch | Broken Promise | Abandoned |

“What happened?” | Nightmare | Isolation | Stumbling |

“This is your last chance.” | Drowning | Chair | Prisoner Trade |

“I made a mistake.” | Accident | Acceptance | Blame |

“Can you hear me?” | Fear | Smoke | Phone Call |

“We’re out of time.” | Bleeding Out | Collapse | Flatline |

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” | Dehydration | Grief | Coma |

“Wait!” | Sacrifice | Adrenaline | Cornered |

“What were you thinking?” | Surrender | Human Shield | Outmatched |

“Get me out of here!” | Rescue | Chainsaw | Presumed Dead |

“At least it can’t get any worse.” | Secret | Stranded | Setback |

“You don’t want to do that.” | Struggle | Blackmail | Desperate Measures |

“I’m fine.” | Self-defense | Allergies | Headache |

“This can’t be happening!” | Sobbing | Straitjacket | Dissociation |

“I can handle it.” | Scrape | Panic Attack | Neglect |

“Let’s play a game. “ | Stairs | Pressure Points | Trap Door |

“What’s the bad news?” | Poison | Bedridden | Cauterization |

“You’re doing great.” | Trembling | Gaslighting | Rules |

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” | Blankets | Stitches | Bandages |

“I should have listened to you.” | Guilt | Backseat | Failure |

“Don’t lie to me.” | Rage | Choke | Paranoia |

“Or what?” | Defiance | Display | Last Resort |

“Say something.” | Numb | Cold Shoulder | Gag |

“I’m so cold.” | Delirium | Fever | Exposure |

“Breathe, damn you!” | Shock | Asphyxiation | Emergency Room |

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

“Who did this to you?”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not okay.”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“You poor thing.”

Attending Your Own Funeral

Broken Glass

Mask

Whip

Obedience

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DPxDC Family Week June 24 (Day 7)

Prompts: Distant Relatives | Engrave

A/N: This is what I believe some would call straight up crack :D

AO3 Link: DPxDC Family Week Contributions

How do you tell your great great great great great (how many greats do you add when the child is the x-generation after about… how many years again? Danny had lost count) grand nephew that the ghost king, he just summoned, with an old family heirloom is his granduncle of many generations?

"Batman. Why does the pendant you gave me summon the fucking Ghost King?" Danny heard a familiar man in a trench coat say next to his nephew (he decided he needed to keep it simple there were too many greats to count)

The batman grunted glaring at the man, Danny blinked finally recognising the guy.

"Aren't you the guy who sold like a tenth of your soul to Ellie's spouse? I am sure I also heard Lucifer complaining that Mammon got more parts of your soul than he has." Danny mused as he looked down at them in his eldritch form. Noting how his nephew tensed as he got past that pathetic wall of protection.

Honestly all the protective engravings he had gifted his nephew and nieces through out generations were a hundred times better. How else would a place like Gotham survive on only Lady Gotham as spiritual protection from ghosts of the Ghost Zone and his former rogues that still liked to mess with his children, nephews and nieces? At least Jazz's branch of the family was safe from them this way. He had baby proofed the entire town or better every town a part of his branch family lived in.

"So, trading game, why did you summon me?" He would have liked to stay hidden, you know? The branch family had long forgotten their relation to the Ghost King and Danny had easily accepted that. His own child of chaos had not so much and preferred to play with the earth family branch but that's besides the point. They had used the pendant to summon him, with his own personal engraving. Did that mean they remembered or did his son let something slip to his cousin?

"Trading game." Someone snorted and for the first time since he got summoned Danny noticed the audience around him. His eldritch form did the equivalent to stunt blinking as he straightened up and took count of the children of his nephew. Baby Ghost, Baby Menace, Baby Stalker and Baby Stabby were there.

A gasp left his lips. A Baby Ghost was sick! In a puff of greenish smoke his eldritch form was dismissed and he changed to his favorite 20 years old Phantom form, rushing past his nephew and trading game.

"You poor baby! I didn't realize you were this sick! If I had known I would have done something way sooner!" He fretted as he inspected one of his nephew's babies, hovering around the boy poking and prodding the little guy, well little to him anyway.

"Who are you calling a baby?! Get your fucking hands of me!" Danny only hummed, patting the baby's head, only a little sad that he couldn't look at his face as Baby Ghost was wearing his favorite red explosive helmet and was on duty.

But on second thought seeing their cute little uniforms live was way better than when he had watched them through his ice mirrors. "Don't worry little Red Hood. You will be feeling a whole lot better soon. Your Uncle Danny will make sure of it."

"The fuck?" The sick baby probably looked at Danny like he had gone insane and the ghost king could only laugh. Good had it been long since he interacted with the earth branch family let alone humans. Maybe he should start accompanying his youngest to his visits to earth.

"Constantine! I thought the sigils were supposed to contain him!" He heard his nephew grunt and Danny grinned over his shoulder at them.

"My little nephew. I granted you way better engravings than this pathetic wall of protection." As if to prove a point he flew around the babies, stopping by the youngest and pulling his sword from him. There were gasps of shock as well as complaints and he couldn't help the laugh as little Baby Stabby tried to lunge at him but got held back by the eldest Baby Menace. He just held the sword towards his nephew and trading game as he held his palm against it and let his power flow. Soon the sigils he had placed on the sword as a homecoming present to the youngest baby, when he started living with his nephew, started to appear, glowing and shining.

"You… you engraved your sigils on things the bats own?!" Disbelieve clearly coloring the trench coats' voice as the man paled. His nephew appeared to be close to start brooding like he had seen him do a couple of times through the ice mirrors. Danny returned the sword, huffing amused how little Robin instantly inspected the sword again, the engravings no longer visible.

"Of course I did. I promised my sister a long time ago that I would always protect her children. Though the engravings were certainly hard to hide from one of your babies."

"Sister? Babies?" Baby Stalker aka Red Robin aka little Tim asked and Danny coed. This baby always reminded him of his best friend Tucker and he was glad to have a technology adept child in the family again.

"Yes your great great great uh…" he stopped thinking how many greats he needed to add and ended up sighing compromising with: "...your grandmother many generations ago."

"How many of our things did you engrave?" His nephew finally grunted out, trench coat guy definitely looking like he was having an aneurysm by now.

"Don't remember, decorations, jewelry, toys, weapons, I think I even engraved your belt buckle." The ghost king shrugged, he honestly didn't. Ellie liked to joke that he was way too protective of the earth branch with the amount of protective engravings and sigils he had put up for them without them even knowing. She was still a little cross with them when they started forgetting about their ghostly part of the family after Jazz died.

There was a distinctive frustrated sigh and for a second Danny did feel bad for his nephew. Maybe he should not have just simply spewed everything but he couldn't hold himself back when he saw the sick baby. He was protective of his family, sue him. At least he hadn't given any of his nephews potential mates a shovel talk yet, not like he had with Ellie's spouse anyway. Jazz had banned him from using Fright Knight's Soul Shredder on humans after he had mentally scared and traumatized her first boyfriend with it. Apparently the guy had been too weak to handle it and lay sick in bed for a while after his return from the nightmare realm.

That reminded him! Turning around he flew up to the sick baby again who flinched back from his touch. He ignored that and only made a calming thrilling noise, calling out to the baby's sick core.

"Get the fuck away-"

Poor baby must be suffering badly from uncontrolled anger and ghostly intermittent explosive disorder. No wonder he hadn't developed any of his powers yet. That Disorder tended to be violent, especially the ghostly kind. Carefully letting his power wash over the baby, Danny coaxed out the little underdeveloped core. Usually he would make sure to do these kinds of things for any of his children, nieces and nephews in a safe environment but this was an exception. It was a sick baby core that would receive long lasting damage if not treated.

Gasp resounded as the tiny core came out of the baby's chest, not wasting any time Danny refresh the ectoplasm in it and removed the corrupted one. He then sent the core back into the baby's chest patting him where it sunk back into the body.

"There you go! Should be all good now!" A second after he said it Danny blinked at all the weapons that were pointed at him. He flinched a little as Baby Menace let electricity spark near him.

"WAIT THAT IS THE GHOST KING YOU IDIOTS!" Trading game screamed, apparently finally waking up from whatever stupor he had been in.

"So? He did something to Todd. Who knows what that was." Danny cooed, he knew Baby Stabby cared, his own youngest was similar in that way, just more chaotic in his display of affection, which also earned him his title. Little Damian was also the most intune with ghostly etiquette next to Baby Ghost, considering the reason for the nickname Danny gave him.

"And he can destroy entire dimensions! Do you guys want to doom us all?!" Trench coat countered very much insistent that the babies pull back their weapons.

Danny in return only huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. Like he would destroy the home of the earth branch. That man was talking rather rudely to them and he was also stopping him from bonding with his nephews' babies. "Buzz of trading game. This is a family matter and if the babies want to bond then we will bond."

After a moment of consideration he added. "Also don't talk to them like that. They are royalty and I will not have you disrespect them."

With a wave of his hand a green portal opened below the man swallowing him. Being nice Danny decided to drop the man off in his own home. He was the one that taught his nephew how to use the pendant again after all. But he wanted to be left alone with his family. Before his nephew or the babies could panic he smiled brightly and said. "Don't worry I sent him home to his house of mysteries or whatever he calls it. So we can have some family time! Besides, my In-law wouldn't be happy if I harmed his contract even if his soul is a trading game among the demons…"

They all shared a look and seemed to take the ghost king's words for it. Especially as litte Jason finally got out of his shock, patting at his own chest and mentioning that he indeed did feel better. Saying that there was no Pit Madness in his mind anymore, huh so that's what the Disorder got called on earth.

They instantly questioned Danny of what he did to which their ghostly uncle only smiled at the once sick baby without answering. He would have Frostbite to take a second look soon though, just to be safe.

"You mentioned us to be royalty?" The gruff voice his nephew put on when on duty resounded and a warm smile spread across the ghost kings face to the wonder of the bat-clan present.

"I thought that information got passed down through all the generations like the summoning pendant." The ghost king tilted his head. "You do know your part of the Infinite Realms Royalty right?"

"We… are royalty? For real?" One of the babies slowly asked and Danny grinned at them.

"Of course you are. In fact, the little Baby Ghost here-" He flew up to Jason, the once sick baby and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Is the fifth in line should neither my children, nore Ellie or her children want to take over the throne when I don't want it anymore and don't feel like bothering on waiting for someone to beat me in a succession battle."

"Red Hood is? Shouldn't it be like Batman or Robin?" Little Tim asked and Danny sadly shook his head.

"By earth standards, sure. Not by Ghost Zone standards though. They don't have a core, it would be different if they develop a core after death but right now? It's baby Hood here who is in line."

"So… to sum it up." The oldest baby started packing his weapons away and Danny felt just a little bit disappointed but the youngest had his sword out. So maybe a bit of bonding would still happen now that the earth branche knew about their relationship again.

"B is a descendant of your sister which makes him royalty and in turn all his children, blood and adopted equally? And Red Hood is even in line for the throne of another dimension because he has, what you call a core?"

"Yup." Danny popped the 'p', he was about to explain more considering his nephew had adopted quite the stoic look and the babies did appear to become slowly a little too overwhelmed. When a red portal opened and his own son decided to join the family reunion.

"Dad! What is taking you so long? Aunt Ellie is sending me to fetch you cause she thinks you're skipping your meeting with the observants again!"

"KLARION?!" Baby Stalker shouted and Danny blinked. Oh right, his own baby boy liked to bond with his cousin's babies. When was the last time his baby boy visited earth? Oh the babies were taking on fighting stances. How sweet of them! Even his nephew was tensing up and looked ready to fight.

"Baby Spook, are you here to bond with your cousin's again?" Sue him, he couldn't help the excitement. His little chaos was the most interested in playing with his earth branch family compared to everyone else in the ghost branch, including Ellie's children. They liked to mess with entire dimensions though and nearly caused at least three wars in the last ten years. They had also inherited Ellie's ire in regards to the earth branch forgetting their existence. That's why his youngest son had taken it upon himself to teach and bond with the little ones here.

"Bond?" Little Tim questioned while his son sighed.

"Beings of the Infinite Realms bond via fighting. How else are we going to teach babies how to protect themselves and become stronger?" The Lord of Chaos explained in exasperation like he was talking to a toddler. Considering their age differences he kind of was, Danny mused.

"Hold on, does that mean all the times you spent attacking was…?"

"Me bonding with you babies, yes. My siblings as well as older cousins aren't interested so of course that leaves me, the heir and superior cousin, to take care of our earth bound family."

"Even when you messed with the watchtower?"

Klarion arched an eyebrow at Batman. "Just because you are the oldest among the earthly doesn't mean you're any less of a toddler."

"Klarion." Danny warned, his cousins might be babies by ghost terms but that didn't mean he could act all arrogantly with them. Danny might have spoiled the boy since he was his youngest child but he surely had raised him better than that.

"No bonding today, Dad, you do have a meeting scheduled." A sigh left his lips, he guessed it was time to return. The disappointment must have been written all over the ghost king's face as his son huffed in amusement. "Maybe next time, Dad. You can come alone… if you get away from the observants."

"Alright, alright." Agreeing, Danny flew over to the summoning cycle and picked up the pentant before floating to his nephew.

The boy took a step back from him but Danny just smiled and continued forward, placing the pendant around Batman's neck. "My calling card, little nephew. We don't exactly have phones in the Infinite Realms. So use that to call me any time, though now that you guys got reminded about your relation to me I will make sure to come visit more often and not just watch and protect you from the other side."

"See you later Amadillos"

"Bye Bye Baby Bats!"

With that he didn't leave his nephew and the babies time to respond as he opened a portal and he and his son returned to the Infinite Realms, where an angry Ellie was waiting for him. Oh boy…

Meanwhile the bat clan exchanged looks slowly digesting the information dump that had just happened. They had just wanted to have Constantine check on the engraving they had on a family heirloom that happened to be similar to one that was found on an ancient egyptian summon plate and had caused some rather dangerous events.

Who would have thought that the Ghost King himself would tell them that they were apparently related and royalty in another dimension?

"I am so going to rub it in Roy's face that I am Royalty." Red Hood broke the silence.

"I always knew I was of royal descent." Robin added holding himself even prouder than before.

"Am i the only one losing my shit here that B and Robin are apparently blood related to Klarion? Also… just a warning I am going to start digging into the Family tree now." Red Robin informed with a glint in his eyes hidden behind his mask. He was definitely not asking for permission to do so.

"The Ghost King kept calling us babies though." Nightwing sounded amused, watching at how his brothers were taking the news and wondered how the rest of the family would react.

While Batman on the other hand was brooding and appeared to be severely constipated, probably thinking of all the worst case scenarios and most likely trying to figure if he needed a contingency plan for their newly discovered interdimensional family or not.

John Constantine on the other hand awoke back in his home and let out a long and suffering groan with the new knowledge he gained. Apparently the ghost king's in-law had a contract with him and now he also couldn't even be rude to the bats anymore because they were royalty and he would be screwed and potentially risk his entire existence should the Ghost King take offense. He was fucked the next time he had to deal with the bat-clan again.

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