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bubblegumflavor · 5 months
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DARRY CURTIS ICE SKATING!!!! ,(for your prompt doodles :3)
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LOVED THE SUGGESTION, I had to get it out of my system right away 🤭💙💙💙
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jeniffercheck · 6 months
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hello my love - shivlina 🤩
#29 - "Hello, my love."
Karolina hears her before she sees her.
“Hello, my love.”
Shiv’s voice is far too distant in the apartment to be speaking to her, and it’s a term of endearment almost definitely not for Tom, and Karolina feels a small twinge of jealousy at the thought of Shiv on the phone with someone else in her own apartment. Then she hears a meow.
Karolina laughs quietly, choosing to ignore the prospect of being jealous of her own cat, and turns her head toward the noise.
“I know,” Shiv says. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Ten days since either of them has seen Shiv, but really, who’s counting?
“Oh yeah?” Shiv says, her voice closer. “You missed me?” Oliver meows again, and Shiv comes into view, cradling him like a baby as she lightly scratches his stomach.
“What’s that? Your mom was so bored with me gone?” Shiv doesn’t look up from Oliver as she approaches the couch. “All she did was answer emails and yell at people on the phone?”
“Is that what he’s saying?” Karolina asks. Shiv ignores her as she sits down, Oliver not moving from her arms as she leans into Karolina’s chest. Karolina wraps an arm over her, petting Oliver as well, his purring loud.
“She didn’t give you your bedtime snack?” Shiv faux gasps. “She’s a terrible mother?”
“Hey,” Karolina says, lightly hitting Shiv’s thigh. “Bedtime snacks are not a real thing, Shiv. He gets enough treats as it is.”
“See how she talks to you like you aren’t even here?” Shiv asks Oliver, who’s currently only invested in the fact that he’s being pet into oblivion.
“Yeah,” Karolina says, “He’s clearly upset.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Shiv says. “Your feelings are valid, Oliver.”
Karolina smiles, nudging her nose into the side of Shiv’s head. Shiv finally looks up then, smiling back as they lock eyes.
“Hi,” Shiv says.
“What, no, ‘my love,’ for me?” Karolina asks, her free hand moving to play with Shiv’s hair.
“That’s reserved for my stepson,” Shiv says, and Karolina quirks an eyebrow.
“Your stepson?” she laughs. “What happened to cats being domesticated raccoons who look cuter but smell just as bad?”
Shiv shrugs, “Maybe this one grew on me.” Her smile is small, and Karolina doesn’t hesitate as she replaces it with a light kiss.
“I missed you guys,” Shiv says as Karolina pulls away, and Karolina just holds her tighter.
“We missed you too.”
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ajaystillblue · 1 year
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little prompt from beloved @beanboop!
K on the edge of consciousness 
This prompt is set after my big misfits and magic fic! 
K was thinking about Scuppers again. 
They had been many things so far in their 18 years of living, but a jock? No shot. Never gonna happen. They were frilly and femme until they were a living embodiment of the darkness but then they were soaring like one of Kelmp’s beloved birds, wind whistling through their braid, heart in their throat, a joy so fierce ripping through their body and exiting it in the form of a song. 
Scuppers fucking ruled, alright. They barely got a taste before the sinister plotting-exorcism-escape-to-Canada-in-the-middle-of-the-night thing ended their sports career, but goddamn, had that taste been sweet. 
And it was sweet right now because K was flying again, soaring above the lush, verdant field, dipping in between clouds and the other players, throwing in a barrel roll or two for kicks. They were effortless, light, they were free—-
They looked to their left and saw Sam speeding in front of them, fearless, grinning, silvery magic spilling in the air behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and mouthed their name through her smile. They threw a leg out to pivot, cutting hard in the air to rocket up to Sam—
“K, baby, you are kicking me.” 
Their favorite sound in the world; her voice, not ripped by the wind but rough with sleep, soft in their ear. K felt the edges of their body start to melt from the seat of their broom to the soft curve of a bed and groaned when they realized. 
“S’not fair,” they whined, “I was flying!” 
Sam chuckled and maneuvered them into her arms, wrapping them tight around K and planting a kiss on their ear. “Yeah, and you’re reminding me why it was a contact sport. Goddamn.” 
“M’going back to sleep,” K muttered, refusing to open their eyes, “Maybe I’ll go back.” 
Sam just chuckled again and nuzzled into their hair. K let out a very sleepy, not very fierce sigh and pressed back into her, savoring the steady warmth of her body. It never got old, sleeping beside her. 
K didn’t quite make it back to sleep but instead were suspended, colors spinning behind their eyelids, resting in Sam’s arms. 
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mkaugust · 2 years
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a poetry prompt! idk if you’re into tarot but: the empress and the world, feel free to interpret however you wish :)
Hi!!!! <3 I am not not into tarot but I did definitely have to google and probably still ended up with something completely unrelated. But regardless I very much appreciate the prompt and as you can see I definitely ran with it... even if it is a lot of words to say nothing at all.
I.
The Empress stars back at me,
Challenging me to take a form.
“Motherhood has always called for you.”
I no longer know what that means,
What even is femininity?
I tremble in her presence,
Challenged by my internalized understanding of the world.
She does not seem to know the problem,
Living above it all.
Taking a shape my ancestors have give her in my own worldview,
Changed by the tides of the seas over the passage of time,
Unrecognizable to her own reality.
I don’t know her mind,
I don’t even know mine.
Do I want the answers to the questions I can’t quite ask?
II.
I come full circle,
Embracing it all.
Standing here in my sense of fulfillment, completeness, aloneness.
I never thought I’d get this far.
I don’t need the answers,
Only the questions.
Questions make you braver than most.
What does it mean to be 
feminine, 
masculine, 
somewhere in between, 
somehow encompassing both,
Somehow rejecting either.
I don’t think I’ll ever know.
I can be proud of my lack of knowledge now;
I refuse to understand ideas that were forced on me
By an imperialistic power
That rejected me and all my lovers
Before we were even born.
They stole words before they were created,
Forced us to make our own
To fit their language
And still told us we were wrong.
But I am my own world now,
I am power for myself.
I am proud of my lack of knowledge and certainty
In things that should never have been taught,
Things I shouldn’t have to unlearn.
I am my own world,
My own power,
My own un-formed answers.
III.
The empress and the world merge,
One central being,
Smiling down at me.
Yes and yes.
Not the answer to a question;
Answers are not needed.
Simply an affirmation.
Yes.
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unforth · 9 months
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Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.
That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.
That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.
That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.
That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.
That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.
That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.
None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.
I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.
If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.
Celebrate fan work!
To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.
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aterfish · 3 months
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Good thing it was a short spin
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erwinsvow · 25 days
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Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃
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"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.
"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.
"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.
he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.
"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.
"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.
"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"
"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.
"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.
he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.
"got that right, kid."
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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Damian was placed in the Pits to prove he could survive as an infant. Only...the pits didn't give him back.
Danny was taking a trip to a weird, rank area of the Infinite Realms per Clockworks request, when a fuckin baby plopped in through a portal.
A baby.
Naturally, Danny snatched the kid up and flew as fast as he could back home.
He turns back to his human form just as the basement door slams open.
Danny stares up at his mom and dad.
They stare down at him.
"I found a baby in the portal," is the only thing Danny can make his mouth say.
His parents are thrilled to welcome another kid into the family, no matter how grumpy the little tyke seems.
In Nanda Parbat, Talia cannot find her son. He isn't in the pit; he just. Disappeared into it.
So he went somewhere.
She promises her father she will find Damian, but Ra's has another idea.
He calls Bruce Wayne to Nanda Parbat, with a simple letter.
"We have lost the child you had with Talia. My condolences."
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domirine · 3 months
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the duality of when dog wants your food
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novelbear · 1 year
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“say you won’t let go” - some touch starved scenarios
prompt list by @novelbear
heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd
one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out
hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters
^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt
"wait, don't go, please.."
"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."
already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't
wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment
feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there
^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so
"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."
when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine
breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much
their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer
^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off
holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead
one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze
"i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..."
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hypewinter · 2 months
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Danny is reading peacefully in his new room at Wayne Manor when there's suddenly a commotion outside his door. Next thing he knows Bruce comes storming through the door.
"Danny did you lie to me about your past!?" he asked calmly.
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celestialwrites · 6 months
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saying ‘i love you’ without saying ‘i love you’ dialogue prompts
@celestialwrites for more!
♡ “to me, you are perfect.”
♡ "don't you realise? you are my world."
♡ "you brought me back to life."
♡ "the only way i know how to describe what i feel around you is home. i feel at home."
♡ "it's as if my entire life i have been sinking in a storm and you came and pulled me out."
♡ "you know i stayed for you, and frankly, i don't regret it one bit."
♡ "with the whole of my heart, i believe that together we are infinite."
♡ "i never intend on leaving you. you hear me? never."
♡ "thank you for being the shoulder i always needed, even when you hated me."
♡ "i can't live without you!"
♡ "never leave me, my heart couldn't bear it."
♡ "i've spent my whole life waiting for you."
♡ "consumed in darkness, you darling, were my light."
REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3
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californiatowhee · 2 months
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old fashioneds and tipsy daydreaming
bonus: the subsequent drunk texting
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extra bonus, if you made it this far: what happens next, in fic form (spoiler: Phoenix and Miles kiss)
Behavioral Phenomenon | Phoenix/Edgeworth | 2.5k
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lunamugetsu · 4 months
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Delivery!
Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.
"Alright you got me! Show your face!"
"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.
"What? Who are you?"
"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.
"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.
On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.
"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."
He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.
"How did you?"
"Just read it."
The letter reads:
Dear Flash,
I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.
In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.
"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.
And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!
"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."
"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.
Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)
Extra scene:
"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."
"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)
"A punch card." Danny said
Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW
Obligatory Gotham Scene:
Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.
"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.
He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)
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ky-landfill · 3 months
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First I love your art. It's GORGEOUS
Second please please please please do some jayroy. I beg you
Luv you
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 126
You know what would be hilarious? 
Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 
The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 
Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 
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