#wrapped prompt

[grungekitty-77]

Dear Wormwood by The Oh Hellos

Ok I know you didn't know what you were choosing and didn't do this on purpose, but KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH KISSES YOU ON THE MOUTH KISSES- I went off a little on some Sprx angst Also funny that both SRMTHFG! requests I've gotten so far were the same band. I don't have that much of them on this list I swear!

Tw: Disassociation (And Sprx can have a little disassociation, as a treat. For me.)

AND I FORGOT AGAIN! @dazzlingsunf1ower

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Sprx found himself staring at the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be doing something. He could probably read the screen and figure it out, but his eyes were just sliding across the words. All he could do was stare straight ahead.

It was weird. He didn't feel present. Like he was controlling his body remotely, making even the simplest command difficult. He couldn't get himself to move. It left him with nothing to do but think.

And remember.

He hated remembering.

The feeling of ripping Nova apart; each piece resisting his magnets with a satisfying pull.

The strange weight of the Soul of Evil; heavy like a neutron star, but floating like a feather.

The warmth and comfort of the Fire of Hate; flooding down his arms and pooling in his chest.

Why did it feel that way? It should've felt hot and sharp. That seemed more appropriate for a corrupting force of evil and hate. But it wasn't. Nothing overwhelmed him. It just gently washed over him. It happened quickly, but it was so tender that Sprx didn't notice the corruption. His thoughts just changed as they soaked in the poison he had touched. Before he realized what he was doing he had turned on his team and pledged himself to his enemy, betraying himself in every way.

He hated it.

And that was the problem. If he hadn't had so much hate in his heart for the Skeleton King, maybe the Fire wouldn't have spread so quickly.

The irony that his hate for the guy had made Sprx a servant to him. How messed up was that? It made Sprx hate himself.

He also hated how he couldn't remember what he was supposed to be doing. How long had it been anyways?

It was difficult, but Sprx finally forced himself to look at the time on the screen in front of him. He had been sitting in his own thoughts for at least an hour. Not great.

"Sprx, have you finished reviewing those modifications?" Gibson asked, walking into the room with his own tablet.

Sprx tried to say something, but the signal got lost. All he could do was furrow his brows. At least Gibson told him what he was supposed to be doing, though the schematics in front of him still looked like static.

"Sprx?" Gibson asked with concern.

He set his own tablet down and crouched down to be eye level with Sprx. It was hard to meet Gibson's eyes, but Sprx managed that much.

Gibson was scanning Sprx all over for injuries or signs of sickness. Dr. Brainstrain at it again. But Sprx didn't blame him for the worry. He was acting strange even to himself.

"Can you hear me?" Gibson asked.

Sprx nodded.

"Can you speak?"

He shrugged. He honestly wasn't sure if he could or couldn't. Just that it wasn't happening.

"Are you alright?"

Another shrug. He also wasn't sure of that one either.

"Do you know what's happening?

Sprx shook his head. He knew that he didn’t know.

Gibson gently took the tablet off of Sprx's lap. Almost as gently as Sprx had been made into an enemy. Sprx's breath hitched at that thought and Gibson froze. It made Sprx feel worse.

After a moment of nothing, Gibson slowly began to move again

"I'd like to get some scans. Can you walk?" he asked as he finished taking the tablet away.

"I think?" Sprx said.

His voice sounded strange to him. Disconnected. Removed.

"So you can speak." Gibson noted.

"Sort of." Sprx shrugged.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

Gibson hummed. He stacked both tablets under one arm and offered his other hand to Sprx. Sprx took it and pulled himself off his pod chair.

"I'd like you to keep talking if you could." Gibson said sternly.

He was pulling Sprx by the hand down the hall towards Medbay.

"What about?" Sprx asked.

"Anything."

"uhhh...."

"Just the first thing that pops into your head, Sprx."

There was really only one thing in his head lately. Sprx tried, but no other thoughts came. All he could do was loop back to the one.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." Gibson assured him.

"About resurrecting Skeleton King." Sprx corrected.

Gibson's steps stuttered. He managed not to trip over himself, but it was a close thing. Sprx wondered if he would’ve fallen down with him if he hadn’t caught himself.

"Oh." Gibson said quietly.

There was silence until they reached the doors to Medbay. Gibson open the door. They lingered in the hall for a moment before Gibson spoke again.

"Sprx. You know you don't have to be sorry for that either. You weren't yourself."

Sprx shrugged. He didn't have the energy to fight or lie. Gibson didn't look happy with that answer.

"Is that what's bothering you?" he asked.

Sprx decided he didn't want to continue the conversation. He walked into Medbay himself and forced Gibson to follow.

"I'll take that as a yes." Gibson said with a snide tone.

"Get your stupid scans." Sprx snapped back.

He sounded like he had when he...

"Sorry." Sprx said, turning his head away.

"It's quite alright." Gibson said.

He walked past Sprx towards a machine and grabbed a cord. Sprx couldn’t help but notice the suspicion and concern in Gibson’s eyes. He ignored it and quietly let Gibson access the port on the back of his head. It was quicker than taking all his vitals one by one.

The computer beeped once and Gibson read the results.

"There doesn't appear to be a physiological cause." he muttered.

Sprx might've been making it up, but Gibson sounded almost annoyed by it.

Gibson sighed and removed the plug.

"I suggest you speak with Antauri. This appears to be a psychological issue. Which is...regrettably, out of my depths.”

That was why he sounded annoyed. Gibson hated a problem he wasn’t capable of solving himself.

Sprx really didn’t feel like looking for the silver monkey, so he stood there and watched Gibson wind the cord back into place.

Gibson looked surprised to turn around and see Sprx still standing there. His face morphed into annoyance quickly though.

Sprx waited for Gibson to snap at him to get out. He wondered if they would bicker like they normally did or if he’d keep being weird.

“Sprx.” Gibson said, condensation already dripping from his voice “I understand that this is uncomfortable, but has it possibly occurred to you that perhaps you could be suffering from adverse effects due to the traumatic event you underwent?”

Sprx blinked several times before his brain accepted what he had just heard.

“But….I was the one who hurt you guys.” he said, confused.

Gibson sighed and pinched his nose.

“You were the one that was under the influence of a malevolent force. We, for all the physically injuries we may have suffered, were still in control of ourselves.”

Sprx said nothing. He had no idea how to even begin to respond. Nothing Gibson had just said made any sense to him.

Gibson glared at him.

“It really hasn’t occurred to you at all, has it?” Gibson asked with a hint of concern growing in his voice “Sprx! You cannot expect to be unaffected! Even I’m still-”

He cut himself off.

Sprx still said nothing, but Gibson struggled and stammered like he was being pressured to speak. He sighed in defeat.

“Very well.” he said “It wouldn’t do very well to be a hypocrite.”

Sprx still didn’t know what was happened.

“I still have nightmares about my encounter with the Ice Crystal of Vengeance.” Gibson admitted “It was so brief compared to your exposure. I can only imagine how you are suffering.”

Oh.

Sprx was so stuck on what had happened because of him that he hadn’t really considered that something had happened to him. Maybe he was allowed to be upset instead of hating himself.

“You went through something terrible, Sprx. You will need to recover.” Gibson explained.

He pulled Sprx into a hug.

“And that is allowed.”

Sprx stiffly hugged back. He liked the contact. It felt real. It wasn’t remote or removed or fuzzy. He could follow it back to his own body. He started to notice the floor beneath his feet and the details of the room.

Sprx relaxed and squeezed Gibson tighter as he felt himself return from wherever he had been.

“Thanks, Brainstrain.” he said, his voice sounded normal again. “I think I’m back now.”

Gibson released the hug, but didn’t fully let go.

“I’d like to keep you under observation for a while still.”

Sprx rolled his eyes.

“Sure. You can help me look over those modifications.”

Gibson smiled and squeezed Sprx’s arm on more time.

“That is acceptable.”

--

Not sure if I'm in love with the ending, but I was having trouble forcing the story to conclude. It wanted to abruptly stop.

Anyway, ANGST! ANSGT! ANSGT! ANGST! With a dash of comfort. Not too much though!

#srmthfg! #srmthfg #super robot monkey team hyperforce go #super robot monkey team hyper force go! #super robot monkey team hyper force go #sprx #sparx #sprx 77 #sprx and gibson #gibson #hal gibson #mr hal gibson #fic #writing #wrapped prompt #super robot monkey team hyperforce go!

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #cassandra cain is dannys mom #time travel shenanigans lead to conspiracy theories #half of the batclan think jason is the dad #or dick #damian and tim are outruled just bc age and tim denying it with no one protesting #alfred knows #danny moves like cass #he gave them both a cookie in the shadows #danny won him over by calling him great grand bat #he tells him of all the mischief they got up to bc no one would believe the baby had alfie wrapped around his finger like that #theyre just in denial #theyre all wrapped around the finger #danny “i mastered how to wrpaonize my cuteness” cain-wayne

[all-the-clowns-hate-joker]

There should be more Justice League/Superbat fics where most heros arent really sure if Batman is even real or only know him as

"Supermans Demon Boyfriend Who Hangs Around And Can Be Convinced to Help The League Sometimes"

with like full weird off putting batman who sticks to the shadows and moves with all the wicked grace of an executioners axe and definitely an alien comforting but to bright to look at for too long Superman

#Flash: ...whatcha got there? #Superman: A Friend :D #Batman lurking behind Superman as the inate powerful fear of darkness personified. cape wrapped around him like a funeral shroud: hm. #dc prompt #writing prompt #dc #batman #superman #superbat #justice league #meme #cryptid batman #scary batman #alien superman #JL

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 10

Danny groaned, blearily raising his head from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made in his apartment. He had smelled something strange.

Something strong enough to wake him from his sleep. Danny got up and stumbled to the front door, cursing his luck for getting a fever so soon into his interdimentional road trip.

Peering out of his open doorway he saw a little kid shivering in the cold, badly hidden behind two trash cans in the mouth of an alley. Danny didn't think twice. In fact he didn't think at all. It wasn't uncommon for an Omega to smell a child who didn't have the scent of another Omega on them and immediately claim that child as thier own, and seeing as his home dimension had exclusively Omegas...let's just say there's a lot of drama in family court and a lot of laws pertaining to this.

So of course the next thing Danny knows is that the kid was bundled up inside his very soft and comfy makeshift nest before Danny passed out.

For the next week Danny had this mysterious fever and he acted like a parent on autopilot, barely conscious as he instinctually cared for the little boy. He made them food and cut them up into tiny bits to feed his baby and if it was handfoods like pizza rolls or sandwich triangles, Danny would hold him in his arms and rock his back and forth, humming softly as his child ate.

Eventually his heat ended (note that omegas from his world don't have heats, they don't have alphas and so they don't even know what a heat is) and Danny was very surprised he has a child in his house. But he and the baby are very emotionally attached to one another. When Danny asked what the little kids name was (and man this kid was little) the kid stared at him in the way little kids do before muttering the world "Clone" followed by what sounded suspiciously like a serial number.

Danny decided, nah. His kid now. Sucks to be the bioparent cause Danny doesn't wanna share.

Somewhere in the city, the bats were freaking out. They had raided a lab and discovered not only had one of them been cloned, but the clone had escaped and no one knew where it was. Cue panicked parental frenzy.

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #omegaverse #cause i love to torment you #which bat is the bio parent of the cute little baby and what will they do to try to see thier kid #i keep imagining damian with his katana demanding Danny to hand over Graysons child #or Jason staring listlessly at Danny having a happy upbeat convo with the baby of his hip as he shops at the grocery store #or tim trying to figure out how to 1. tell bernard/Kon/whoever hes dating he has a kid now and 2. how to get close to said kid when the #other parent wants to maul him if he gets too close #also consider if that track down the kid to rhe nest and nearly get mauled #maybe the bio parent can get into the nest sfely due to dannys lizard brain thinking: this is my child. this is thier child. we share a #child. therefore we must be mates. and just lets them in and rubs his sent glands all over the bat before wrapping them in nest #the bats also treat danny like a bioweapon or a walking pheromone bomb and are guarding the perimeter of the building

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 154

Danny is very displeased. He’s going to bite Clockwork and complain his ear off because this is just utter bullshit. 

He’s stuck as a baby, which isn’t his fault. Okay so maybe it was a little bit his fault, but no one had told him not to touch the thing! And Clockwork is apparently too busy to fix his situation. Personally Danny is pretty sure he’s just enjoying being able to carry him around, what with the purr-buzzing and all that. 

Which okay, it’s kind of nice and is making him kind of sleepy but still! He’s supposed to be angry about this situation and biting at his hands! Which he shall continue to do! … after this nap, it’s been a while since he was able to get some proper sleep. 

…

Okay whoever just woke him up is going to have to catch his itty bitty baby hands! At least Clockwork looks just as unimpressed as he is now, and the people around the summoning circle look confused- save for a trenchcoat dude who looks horrified. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Danny got de-aged physically to a baby ghost while hanging out in Long Now #Clockwork is just enjoying being able to hold his little ghostling #who gets to snuggle & actually relax for once #He is very displeased to get summoned in the middle of relaxing with his baby ghostling #Constantine was trying to stop the Realms-summoning along with a few JL members #He’s even more horrified when it’s a Fucking Ancient and a BABY ANCIENT #Danny was asleep in the crook of CW’s arm & half wrapped in a mini cloak #He is very cranky at his naptime being interrupted #Danny is Not ghost king

[about-your-oc]

Using Spotify Wrapped

Your #1 and #10 songs represent your next OC. Your #25 and #50 songs represent their lover. Your #75 song represents how they meet. Your #100 song represents what happens in the end.

What are the song titles?

(If you don't want to make new OCs or plots, what OCs are all of the song titles for?)

#spotify wrapped #spotify wrapped 2023 #ask your oc #about your oc #writing prompts #ayc post

[deadsetobsessions]

DC x DP PROMPT

Danny, visiting Gotham, notices a concerning amount of shades gathered at the bays. Turns out, the bays are where Gothamite villains and goons alike dump bodies. This is very interesting to the Bats, who only figured out that this 6ft. something guy (who did not have a Gotham accent at all) kept lurking suspiciously near the waters.

Danny thinks Jay is a particularly strong shade because he’s had zero sleep, running around trying to help the shades: *trauma dumps to Hood*

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dc x dp writing prompt #dpxdc #Danny can see ghost #shade-like Jason Todd #jason todd #red hood #Gotham #gotham bay is a corpse dumping ground #like it’s mostly plastic wrapped bodies atp #this is why Gotham’s tap water is contaminated with ectoplasm #Gotham bay isn’t a Lazarus pit but it’s close #it’s not a Pit bc most of the bodies didn’t violently die in the water #Gotham’s F grade tap water

[kidovna]

Small town boys and their new beginnings

#byler #bylerweek #day 7 prompt: post s5 #and that wraps up byler week <3 #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fanart #this is truly how I think their story is gonna end in canon :’) #artovna

[luxaofhesperides]

Wings AU ; requested by @justwannabecat!

“Are you sure it looks good?” Duke asks for the sixth time in an hour.

Tim sighs and says, yet again, “It looks fine. Just give it to him! If he doesn’t love it, I’ll beat him up for you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“I could! But you’re right, I wouldn’t. I would just psychologically torment him until he broke.”

“Don’t do that, please. I’d like to actually have a chance with him, even if he hates this.”

“He won’t,” Tim says. He actually stops typing to give Duke a severe look. “Go and give it to him. If you don’t go now, he’s going to think you bailed.”

Duke glances at the time, then jumps. “Shit! Thanks for your help, man!” He’s out of the door before Tim can say another word. He doesn’t bother with the front door, or even going down the hallway. Instead, he opens the nearest window and flings himself out of it, unfurling his tawny wings to catch the wind beneath them and ride them into the city proper.

He briefly considers stopping for a moment to change into his Signal outfit so he can fly above civilian jurisdiction, then decides that it’s far easier to just bend the light around him so he’s invisible. He wouldn’t want to be late meeting Danny, after all. Especially not for this.

He hadn’t been expecting Danny to be into traditional courting methods. Most people tend to go the more modern way of dating, but Danny had mentioned once or twice that he thought it was romantic. He had blushed, mumbling the words, but Duke heard them and went into researching courting methods to see which ones Danny might like best.

Sure, he could just ask Danny out on a date like he normally would if he liked someone, but if Danny wants to be courted, then Duke is going to court him!

It’s why he’s been planning this out carefully, gathering his primaries after his wings molted a few months ago so he could string them together into a thin wing covering. 

Admittedly, this courting method isn’t super common, but the thought of giving Danny his feathers, making it look like their wings are one and the same, has kept Duke up some nights, wanting it so badly. 

Besides, he thinks Danny will like it. Considering the state of his wings after the Accident…

Duke holds his handmade wing covers closer to his chest, flier lower as he leaves Bristol and enters Diamond District. The streets are busy, full of people. Most tend to stay on the ground, wings tucked close to their bodies, but there are plenty still flying above cars and buses that Duke has to carefully fly around. 

It takes another twenty minutes to get to Robinson Park, where Duke drops down to the ground and takes a moment to make sure all his feathers are straight and neatly displayed. Then he walks into the park, heading towards their usual meeting place.

For once, it’s a nice, sunny day in Gotham. Everyone’s taking advantage of it. The park is full of couples and families, walking around slowly, and kids dart through the air, still unable to go very high with their wings not yet fully grown in. It’s nice to hear the laughter and general chatter of people wandering the park. 

Duke doesn’t spend too long walking the paved paths through the park. He steps off of it near the second water fountain on the path, then heads into the trees, passing two moms on a picnic with their three kids rolling around the grass nearby. 

Tucked away in this corner of the park is a small clearing surrounded by thin trees. The tile is dirty and cracked, no one maintaining it at all with it hidden away. 

He sees Danny’s wings first, with long feathers that trail onto the ground, a black that shines dark blue in the light. He follows the lines of his wings back to his body, where Danny sits on a bench, leaning his weight back against his hands as he lifts his head up into the sunlight, basking in the warmth.

He really is so pretty. He insists that he isn’t, but Duke regularly spends time with the Wayne family, all who have modeled before, so he’s got a better idea than most about what pretty  looks like, and Danny fits the bill. 

“Hey,” Duke calls out softly, watching as Danny slowly blinks his eyes open and turns to give him a warm smile.

“Hey! I’m free for the rest of the day, which means we have so much time to complain about things today.”

“I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

“Nope,” Danny says. “I wouldn’t mind waiting, though. I like hanging out with you.”

Heart pounding in his chest, Duke walks forward. He doesn’t know if there’s something specific he has to say when presenting his gift, if there’s a courting tradition involved that he didn’t learn about. He’s terrified Danny’s going to reject it. He’s praying that Danny accepts it.

“Are you okay?” Danny asks, standing to get a better look at him. “You seem tense…” He trails off as he catches sight of what Duke holds in his hands, breath stuttering.

“I’m fine. I, um.” Duke steps into the clearing, entering the sunlight, and holds out his wing covers. “I made them for you. You mentioned before that you thought courting traditions were romantic… I don’t know if you like wing covers, but I thought you’d look good in my feathers… Only if you want it though!”

He’s trying so hard not to cringe away in embarrassment. He’s flirted with Danny before, half jokes and half serious, always playful. Duke was smooth then, delighting in how flustered it made Danny before he hit back with his own flirting. Now he’s a hesitant, stuttering fool, tripping over his words and struggling to find the perfect things to say. Maybe he should have thought up a speech, or something. Memorized a few lines to speak his intentions with this courting gift. Done literally any prep for giving the gift instead of focusing only on making it.

Danny doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move either. He just stares, wide-eyed at the wing covers in Duke’s hands.

That’s a bad sign, isn’t it.

His hands lower just a touch, and he quietly prompts, “Danny?”

Just as he’s about to pull back, step away and try to fix things, messily attempt to salvage their friendship because clearly Danny doesn’t want to be courted by Duke, Danny’s hands snap out whip-fast and latch onto his wrists.

“This is… for me?” he whispers, awed.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s for you.”

“And you’re courting me? Like, for real?”

“Yeah, definitely courting you for real. Do you accept?”

Danny throws himself into Duke’s arms, careful not to crush the wing covers between them. “In what world would I say no?” he laughs, bright with joy. He pulls back a second later, not giving Duke time to hug him back, and turns around, carefully stretching his wings out. “Put them on for me?”

“Of course.”

He starts by smoothing out some of Danny’s feathers. He doesn’t get to do this often; Danny hates having his wings on display for anyone, with how they spasm occasionally, and have empty patches where feathers will never grow in again. The Accident, all that electricity coursing through him, it permanently damaged his wings. There is no healing to be done. 

His wings are lacking too many flight feathers and primaries for him to fly. He’s stuck on the ground now, unable to use his wings for more than a minute. Old burns are still visible closer to his spine. 

Danny prefers hiding his wings away. He hates thinking about the Accident, hates how it’s taken his wings from him, how it’s changed him completely. 

But Duke loves his wings. He loves the softness of Danny’s lower feathers, how they shine in the light, how they always puff up when it gets windy. He’s only gotten to preen them twice before, and he treasures those memories more dearly than anything else.

This easily outshines both those moments.

He gently combs his fingers through Danny’s feathers, straightening them out, then lays the first wing cover over his right wing. His own brown feathers drape over the top of Danny’s wings, hiding the featherless patches from view. He does the same to the other wing, then adjust both until they lay perfectly on Danny’s wings.

As soon as he lifts his hands away from Danny’s wings, Danny is spinning around with a grin, flaring his wings out.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Duke answers. He was right; Danny looks good in his feathers.

He watches, fond and amused, as Danny spins, keeping his wings flared, admiring his new look. “I’m never taking these off,” he says. “I love them so much. I can’t really make one for you, though…”

“You don’t need to.”

“I can’t just accept this and not give you something in return!”

“Well… There is one thing you could give me. Something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“What is it?” Danny asks, leaning towards Duke. He’s eager, ready to please, so delighted to be courted. 

Duke smiles. “A kiss.”

“Done.” 

He doesn’t have time to react before Danny is pouncing on him, hands fisting the collar of his shirt as he tilts his head up and kisses Duke. He pulls back before Duke can kiss back, blushing and unbearably cute.

And all Duke manages to say is, “Cool.”

He’s so good at this.

Danny rightfully laughs at him, then grabs his hand and pulls him down to the bench. “Come on, I promised to complain about my teachers today and I intend to deliver. And maybe later, I could take you out on a date? If you want.”

“Danny, of course I want to go on a date with you. I’m courting you! I thought I made my feelings clear!”

“I’m just making sure!” Danny shouts over him, and Duke can’t resist the urge to pull him closer and pepper kisses along his cheek. “Okay, okay, I got it. You’ve made your feelings clear. I’m going to date you so hard.”

“You better. It’s about time you put some work into our relationship.”

“Excuse you?!” Danny gasps in mock outrage, and they start bickering lightheartedly as they always do.

Even with their feelings come to light, even with a courtship started and a date promised, it doesn’t feel like anything between them has changed. 

It’s just them. Just as it always has been.

Duke couldn’t be happier.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #this was going to be longer bc i got into worldbuilding but then it got TOO long so i scrapped all that to focus on duke and danny #first time writing wing fic.... the amount of thought i put into how this world works had my head spinning #like this one: most people sleep in hamocks or have beds that are off the ground so they can stretch their wings out #regular beds like ours exist but mostly for kids/senior citizens/people with damaged wings who cant fly #like danny. so he has a normal bed and duke has a hammock which means the cuddling situation is Difficult #usually it ends with danny on his back and duke on his chest or danny completely wrapped up in dukes wings #just picture that. youre welcome :)

[hypewinter]

Being the ancient of space Danny has the nifty ability to bend it to his will. Meaning he can travel anywhere he wants. He tends to use this power to shuttle the Justice League travel across the galaxy and even sometimes the universe.

Not that he minds though. Oftentimes, he performs short bursts of teleportation that gradually slingshots him and his passengers to their destination. This gives Danny the time to chat with them and listen to their stories. Of course when it's urgent, he will teleport them to the location right away.

The only problem with this is something something, an ancient can not hand out favors or there will be "reality shattering consequences". Danny wasn't really listening to Clockwork's whole spiel but he heard enough to know free trips = bad. So he finds his price for helping the Justice League.

In exchange for one trip, he must be paid in a pretty rock picked up from an alien planet. He has formed quite the collection.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #hyper prompts #i feel like danny will also take the chance to just casually shift space #in a way that will form new planets and stars #he thinks it's no big deal because 'all the other ancients make universal decisions on a daily basis' #the older justice league members have learned not to question it #the newer ones can't wrap their heads around this kid

[chaikachi]

"unburdened i surrender to a softer side"

a little bit of Blang for @bumblebyweek-blog

#i didn't pick a prompt #just had a wip i was wrapping up at just the right time by coincidence lol #rwby #bumbleby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #fanart #fan art #chaikachi #my art #bumblebyweek #bumblebyweek2023

[grungekitty-77]

45 Srmthfg

Finally worked through my technical problems! This has been written for days, but the computer i wrote it on did not want to allow me my usual method of transfer. Sorry it's so late.

Snake Charmer by Saint Motel

This took me a while to figure out. Of course it had to be Valina, but I had nothing interesting to say about her. I eventually figured it out I guess.

@musekicker (I remembered this time! Though i think you'll get the notification that the ask was answered)

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Ma and Pa weren't sure what they were expecting when they brought Valina home from being offered up to the Skeleton King. They were expecting some changes of course, but the hissing threw them.

She smiled at them with fanged teeth and they wondered how they were ever going to keep their secrets. Valina got less and less human as the days passed and it wasn't long before they began to hide her away. Not an easy task with how much height she was gaining. 

Still, they had a business to run and a reputation to keep after all. It wouldn't do to have all of Shuggazoom talking about their snake-daughter hissing at them and eating mice for dinner.

That was when the fashion choices were made.

Low cut dresses; black as night, red hair dyed the same color, and heels so tall she towered like a giant.

They had half a mind to complain about what had happened to their sweet girl, but that would be dreadfully hypocritical of them seeing how they worshiped the being that did it and had offered her up of their own accord. So they bite down on most the comments about her style of dress.

Then she wanted to go public.

The heart attack she gave them! Going public with their involvement with the Skeleton King was asking to lose everything! Who was going to let their child visit an arcade that supported the Skeleton King!?

They tried to patiently explain it to her. That their lord and master needed them to maintain their place in the community.

Valina was a stubborn child and wouldn't hear it. She threatened to go public, they told her if she did they would be forced to disavow her.

She decided to run away instead. It broke their hearts, but it was for the best.

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Nothing ground breaking, but I was working under a very strange restriction!

#srmthfg #srmthfg! #super robot monkey team hyperforce go #super robot monkey team hyper force go! #super robot monkey team hyper force go #super robot monkey team hyperforce go! #valina srmthfg #valina srmthg #writing #wrapped prompt

[sad-leon]

Finding Home Part 7 :D

it.. its been a minute, huh? scrapped some of the original plan to get rid of the art/mental block, but hey, we got there eventually

and let me introduce the worsties <3: Casey and Leo <3 (they've eventually stop hating each other i promise)

Masterpost

KoFi || Patreon

#sad•leonart #finding home au #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise casey #rise cassandra #rottmnt leo #rottmnt casey #rottmnt cassandra #rottmnt separated au #wanna make a playlist for this au... might do some doodles relating to that #i still have some songs hidden int hat spotify wrapped thing that i did a while back that i made like... two things for #oops #meant to use that as prompts but then got art block :pensive: #anyways yes this au isnt abandoned i prommie

[starflungwaddledee]

Hear me out…Meta Knight and Starstruck

✧˖°.✧ gravity ✧˖°.✧ ɡravɪti (noun) 1. the force that attracts a body towards the centre of the earth or towards any other physical body having mass 2. the degree of intensity of gravity, measured by acceleration 3. extreme importance; seriousness 4. solemnity of manner

#🎀💖 #🎀🔍 #meta knight #starstruck dee #my art #“might be funny” i agree!! and yet!! somehow i took it deadly serious!! uhhh..... sorry #wrapping up the month with the most popular prompt. they were tied then meta knight overtook sailor dee right at the end #(i guess coz i did sailor's earlier?) i'll still be doing others but i'm obviously a bit behind schedule sorry! #uhm.... haha. #bit of a ribbonemoji workout on this one. #i'm too attached to the pretentiousness of my caption (🔍🔍🔍) to add this to the main post & i'll come back to this later... #but in my worldbuilding Celestials have a behaviour called Sky Dancing. looks a lot like this. bird understanders pspspsps. iykyk #and as always: “is this one canon?” HHHHMMRR. i'm not sure yet. can i say that? i'm still deciding. this one is imo most feasible #at least as something with any actual Romantic Coding. has the kind of rivals > friends > lovers plotline as well which is always fun. #but i think they have to be stupid for a long time before they'd get *here*.... #and i'm just not sure they'd have the chance before ███████ ██████ █████ ██ ████ ███.

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY PRIDE GRANDMA!!!🌈 GOT UP AT 5 AM FOR THIS ❤️ CAN I PRETTY PLEASE GET SOME PERCY & TONKS FOR MY SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS? LOVE U XOXO

Tonks sits across from her parents in a muggle cafe only a couple blocks from The Leakey Cauldron and scowls. Her mother is unaffected and her father is just amused. "Be nice."

"I'm always nice," Ted protests.

Her mother just hums. "Does he at least know you two are dating now?"

"He always knew we were dating, I was very clear about that, he was just dealing with some denial," she says. She does her best not to sound defensive, but her mother always brings it out in her.

Andromeda hums again and takes a delicate sip of her tea. If Tonks sends out a patronus right now, she can probably put an end to this before it has a chance to start. Of course, she'll have to arrest herself for violating the statute of secrecy by performing a very obvious spell in front of a bunch of muggles, but she's pretty sure she'd get off for good behavior.

Hm. Actually, that's a fun thought, she should keep that in mind for when they get home -

"Dora," Percy says, his hand on her shoulder. She hadn't even noticed him come in. She gives him a quick once over, but he's left the robe at the office and subtly transformed his clothes so that he blends in seamlessly with the muggles around him. An unexpected benefit to dating the son of the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department is that he's far more comfortable in her father's world than any other pureblood she knows, even if the technology occasionally leaves him flummoxed.

Arthur and Ted are going to get on so well that she and Percy have agreed to put it off as long as possible.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tonks," he greets, leaning over to shake both their hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Her parents actually seem taken aback. Tonks's past lovers included musicians and painters and activists, a zoologist and a curse breaker.

Serious, subdued Percy in his pressed slacks restrained manner must seem far from her usual type.

They'll learn.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #lance-with-a-chance-of-anxiety #harry potter #siat #oh no i hope you got more sleep! #aaaannnd that's a wrap #just in time for happy halloween prompts lol

[heymrspatel]

'"What the fuck is this."

Ian pulls out half a dozen cupcakes, all different flavors, and sticks a candle in every single one. He lights them all and sings Happy Birthday to his husband in the lowlight of their kitchen, his arms wrapped around Mickey’s waist and his voice soft. Mickey’s cheeks turn pink, and Ian pretends not to notice. He makes him blow out the candles anyways.

“You have to try them all,” Ian tells him. “Have to?” “Legally required.” “I don’t remember signing a contract.” “It’s written in between the lines of our marriage license.”

Mickey snorts and picks up the first cupcake—basic, safe, plain old vanilla with vanilla frosting—and takes a huge ass bite before handing it to Ian. He gets frosting on his nose.' - i need you (like cake on my birthday) by @sam-loves-seb

my gift for the lovely @sam-loves-seb 💙✨ prompt - art based on a fic for @gallavichthings gallavich gift exchange

#heehee hiii sam!!! i really hope i did your fic justice with this! #i was so excited when i saw that this prompt was yours and that i'd get to bring one of your fics to life! like i squealed!!! #nvm the fact that this is by far one of my favorite fics of yours! it's so cute and fluffy and i wanted to draw so many scenes! #but ultimately this was the one! wrapped up. smitten. frosting on his nose! aaah i had so much fun with this! i hope you like it 🥰💙 #shameless #shameless fanart #gallavich #gallavich fanart #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #myart #shamelessnet #shameless fan art #digital art #fanart