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New Leaf!Au
Danny successfully completed his training to ascend to the throne and is taking a well earned vacation to celebrate. The time for said vacation time is a surprisingly long, long vacation but one he was happy to take one nonetheless! So he decided to travel the multiverse and found one that had heroes!
Surely he could finally kick back, relax and watch them handle things without his help, right? Especially after aiding them in taking down the guy with funny lazer eyes (he tore Darkseid to pieces in front of said heroes for them).
...Right?
After much gaslighting, feigning innocence, and speaking half-truths on his part, Danny is able to convince them that he's an alien that was the last of his kind with very few memories left of who he was. Thankfully, Martian ManHunter's mind reading abilities don't work on ghosts, so it made him sell his pitch all the more easily.
"I cannot sense them anymore...I am alone...Will I die alone too?"
So now the league of heroes with a bleeding heart take him in and give him a place to stay as a reserve member. After being told that his kind age rather slowly and that he's still considered a youngling, Dinah thinks socializing with younger people will do wonders for Phantom.
And for a while, things are going good until a certain Hellblazer comes rushing to the Leauge to inform the Leauge that the Infinite Realms has been ruined by Pariah Dark and freaks out when he sees Phantom wearing the Ring of Rage.
Something only one Ghost Royalty can wield. Pariah Dark was the last known King of the Realms.
However, due to a lack of knowledge from on the Infinite Realms' practices and culture, they can only speculate what the happened before Phantom found himself wandering around the place. This causes everyone to go crazy with several conspiracy theories.
The most popular ones are as follows, not in any specific tank or order:
1) Phantom has the Ring of Rage on his ring finger. Specifically, on his left ring finger.
Which has some speculating that he was the husband/consort/favored concubine to the king and was offered it to become Pariah's beloved. With all of his injuries, it's assumed Dark's enemy's tortured Phantom to the point of memory regression and so the enraged monarch sacked the Realms to either find him or enact revenge.
Phantom did mentioned he probably had children (Dan and Dani) and that his 'kind' don't need to be male and female exclusively to have offspring.
(He used Box Ghost and Lunch Lady as reference.)
2) Constantine with the knowledge of how one becomes king.
It's possible that Phantom took the title of King after challenging Pariah Dark to one on one combat and suffered a serious blow to his head in the fight to usurp the Tyrant, causing his amnesia.
Medical scans revealed a healed scar on the side of his head under his hair, giving some support to the theory. If that's the case, then their friend is a potential warrior king lost in the Land of the Living!
3) Constantine is taken at face value.
Phantom is Pariah Dark. When his subjects made a move to kill him, they failed and somehow banished him to the realm of the living in exile. If Phantom regained these old memories and truly was the old warlord standing before them, the Leauge would have to make contingency plans to eliminate him, as he laid one of the afterlives to near irreparable ruin.
(Batman's infamous paranoia makes things worse to the point where Danny may flee the universe if he were to use a contingency on him...everyone disliked that!)
4) A Victim of unjust Betrayal?
During his talks with Martian ManHunter, Phantom talked about pieces of memories of ungrateful people and how they saw him as a menace, even though he did everything possible to keep them safe. Everything became a blur after his last encounter with his enemies but couldn't recall what happened next. When he came to, the place was in ruin.
(So it's possible he pulled a Lobo, lashed out in his panicked state and damaged the realms under extreme stress after being harmed by the denizens of the Realms before running away to escape.)
5) Regressed through other means?
Constantine knows that some ghosts have an initial form after death, so he believes that there's a chance that Phantom is Pariah Dark just before he used his powers to become the Evil King, his amnesia making him regress back to the moment before he makes a final decision.
• Some Leaguers believe he's a ticking time bomb if he regained his old memories. One that they probably can't stop, as Constantine and the other magic users can sense some serious God-like power emanating from the Phantom and who definitely has legions of undead armies at his command with forgotten knowledge that would make Apokolips look tame in comparison.
• The others who are more compassionate believe that this could be a chance to help nudge Pariah Dark onto a better path to avoid becoming evil again. Better to help walk a just path and not give him a reason to believe the Leauge would harm him.
One things for certain; everyone believes Phantom is at the critical moment on the crossroad again that could very well make or break the safety of the both the Infinite Realms and Multiverse.
So they'll help him go down the path of Justice.
#danny phantom#justice league#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#He just wanted a break from being a hero ={#Danny is mentally screaming into a pillow#Clockwork and the Ancients are laughing their asses off at the notion of Danny being Dark's boytoy#The fact they think he's Pariah Dark's husband is making him want to die again#Ghosts in the DC multiverse rarely make it to Infinite Realms and are in Limbo#One contracted to Constantine finally made it through the veil and was horrified to see the state of the Infinite Realms#Said ghost couldn't find anyone because the piece of Constantine's soul is repels them#It's like when an orca kills a shark and every single shark for miles scatters#They don't want to be around something that so mangled#Constantine's informant is really late on news and thinks it's recent#The Leauge has outdated information#Everyone thinks Danny is Pariah Dark!au
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Anyway thinking of Dainsleif in a bodyguard AU.
When he's first assigned to you he's distant; keeping things strictly professional. Of course he finds it a bit frustrating that after all his training to become a knight they assign him to babysit some lower nobleman's daughter who gets in trouble with the wrong people.
But after a while he starts warming up to you. Starts finding your rambles about the things you're interested in cute and begins accepting your invitations to have tea in the garden with you.
You're still a hand full to take care of, a slippery little mouse, as he likes to say. He wont ever admit it but he likes when you run off into town and disappear into different shops. He likes being the one to find you and sneak up on you to surprise you.
He starts thinking of the two of you as a couple before he even realises it. He sees something that reminds him of you and his heart swells. Starts using "we" when he talks about you and him and gets jealous when he sees other men flirting with you.
When he does realise how he feels, hes conflicted. Your positions could never allow it and it might be one-sided, he fears being rejected by you more than anything. That you'd be disgusted he even thought he had a chance and get another knight to protect you. Just the thought of not being able to be by your side makes him sick. So he decides to stay silent about it because he values the relationship you have now.
He regrets that decision when Khaenri'ah is destroyed and even more so when the last words you ever say to him is I love you.
#dainsleif x you#Veils prompts#dainsleif#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x you#YAAAy dain my needy clingy brooding baby#Dainsleif cant exist without angst sorry#i love him#just need to make him sad a little bit guys
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marks of love like blooming orchids on your skin
elriel month prompt eight: veil
Light NSFW.
Elain was sliding her arms into the sleeves of her black dress, having just finished the final touches to her makeup, when she noticed the shadows in the corner of the room thickening and stretching, warping the light around it.
Tendrils of soft shadow curled about like water rolling in a gentle boil before he materialized, and Azriel stepped out of the realm of his shadows.
His face was passive, as if he belonged there, as if striding into her rooms was the most natural thing in the world. Elain mirrored his expression, not succumbing to her surprise at his appearance in here, now.
He didn’t usually appear directly in her rooms at the river house unless it was one of their predetermined private meetings, and they had not discussed a meeting of any sort for now. Of all times, now was definitely not the time.
Elain quietly wondered why he would come to her just before their Solstice visit to the Hewn City. They had all decided to meet in the foyer of the river manor when they were ready.
Curious.
She tuned back to her vanity, the corners of lips rebelling against her wishes and lifting into a small smile. Her eyes narrowed in thought, remembering his apprehension upon hearing about the proposed plan when Feyre had come to them. He must be concerned then. Mother hen.
Flicking her eyes to him through the mirror at her dressing table she stated of the obvious.
“Everyone will be ready in a minute.”
She needed the reminder just as much as he did. Because if they started anything, gave in to their base urges and got carried away, they would surely be found, and it was almost time to go. It was imperative they not be late. Not tonight. Tonight’s mission was too important.
His eyes flashed, taking a step closer to her, his gaze not wavering from hers in the reflection.
“I just came from the House and Cassian and Nesta were still…busy. Rhys, no doubt, will still be primping.”
She huffed in amusement, eyeing him skeptically.
“And Mor?” she challenged. She was only a few doors down the hall, after all.
Azriel’s lip curled into a smirk. “Mor is even worse than Rhys.”
Elain chuckled, angling herself to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror as he moved closer to her. He loomed over her, his powerful wings peeking over the tops of his shoulders.
Already dressed in his full Illyrian armour, he was a menacing force, ready to deal the loathsome inhabitants of the Hewn City their reckoning— should it be found necessary.
Truth Teller was tucked at his hip and a long blade sheathed down his spine. Every step he took was deliberate as he stalked towards her, his eyes never wavering from hers as he edged ever closer. The heat he radiated warmed her bare back as if she were standing before a roaring fire, its warmth hungrily lapping at her exposed skin.
The scales of his armour gleamed in the low light, his cobalt siphons polished to perfection, the dazzling blue striking against the midnight black. Even his talons at the tips of his wings appeared sharper, more menacing, as they glinted in the dim faelights. She drank him in greedily, her eyes gobbling up the sight of him.
Azriel’s head tilted to the side, his hair sliding across his forehead with the movement as he observed her inspection of him.
The unextraordinary black dress they had chosen for her to wear tonight hung loosely off her form, the gown still unbuttoned up her spine, causing the tulle to hang low across her back. Azriel drew a hand up to her neck, his fingers grazing her skin and tucked his fingers beneath the black material. Heavy lidded eyes drank in her smooth skin greedily as he pushed the sleeve back down her arm, exposing her shoulder. She shuddered beneath his featherlight touch.
Elain had been styling her hair when Azriel appeared, sweeping half of it up with two combs of pearl, the remainder of her hair cascading around her shoulders. Azriel scooped up the rest of her loose curls with deft fingers, twisting the golden tresses around his mottled fist and held it up, away from her neck.
Hazel eyes roved over the expanse of her bare back and neck as the fingers of his other hand swept across the smooth stretch of her shoulder blade, down her arm, tracing the few scattered beauty spots across her skin and down the knobs of her spine.
He tucked his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and Elain shuddered again, the caress of his warm breath igniting her senses. His lips fluttered across her skin, leaving a light, tender kiss on each dip along her vertebrae.
Lavishing the creamy skin of her neck thoroughly, he traced his lips along the elegant trail of her spine, reverently worshiping every tiny piece she allowed him to take.
He went down, inch by inch. Lower. Until he was on his knees, kneeling on those brilliant blue siphons behind her. His thumbs pressed into the dimples in her lower back, just above her backside, as his fingers curled around her waist, her dress gaping on either side, open and inviting him to touch.
“Az... we’ll need to go soon,” she bleated submissively, her voice breathy and weaker than intended. Her words not at all sounding convincing, even to her own ears.
“Mmhmm,” he simply hummed against the skin at the dip in her back, ignoring her flimsy objections.
Elain bit her lip, her fingers clutching the table of her vanity to stabilise herself as Azriel’s lips continued mapping every dip and freckle of her back. His exploratory hands kneaded and squeezed their way over to her hips, hugging at her curves greedily before he abruptly spun her around.
She wasn’t sure if it was the hurried movement or Azriel’s hands and lips trailing across her body, but her head was swimming in the most delicious of ways, heightening all the small touches and grazes Azriel was raking across her burning skin.
He gazed up at her, the look on his face reverent, awed, as if he was on his knees praying to a sacred goddess for salvation, rather than kneeling before her with no doubt much more debauched thoughts than what may cross one’s minds during prayer.
Unfurling his legs from his position at her feet, he stood before her once more, his imposing figure obstructing her view. He filled her vision. There was nothing but Azriel before her, he flooded her mind. His warriors’ frame crowding her sight, sheltering her from reality.
Wordlessly, he reached for the neckline of her dress, slowly prying it off her. He dragged it down her shoulders, her arms, her chest, her stomach. Unhurriedly pulling it away until it was merely a cloud of black lace and tulle pooled at her feet.
Leaning away from her just slightly, he took her all in as his eyes raked down her bare body. Every inch of her unmarked, alabaster skin gleamed at him in the faelight.
“You are exquisite,” he rasped. He grazed his knuckles along the line of her waist, his touch only intending to tease, causing tingles to erupt across her skin.
His pupils had all but swallowed his irises as they volleyed hungrily along her naked form. The fingers of his other hand twitched at his sides, aching to touch her too.
Elain had painted her lips in a deep berry red colour, and it was now the only thing she wore as she stood before him. The plump pillows of those deep red lips parted as her breathing grew shallow from the intensity of those keen eyes, rendering her to feel more exposed, more seen, than her current nakedness.
Sidling up to her, he ever so gently tilted her face up toward his with a finger and thumb at her chin, her eyes dragging up his broad chest, his strong throat, and ultimately landing on his mouth. Elain drew a hand up, resting it on the scales of his armour, right above his heart, the heat from his skin radiating through the cool leathers and warming her palm. He kept his heavy-lidded gaze locked on hers as he tipped towards her, pressing the faintest of kisses to her bottom lip, her lip-colour staining his own just slightly before he descended on her neck.
He groaned; a deep, wanton thing born from his belly. A hungry beast roaring to take, taste, devour. A flush erupted across her skin at the sound of his need, her blood vibrating in answer to his call just beneath the surface of her skin.
“Look how you blush for me, Elain.”
His lips ghosted her throat as he spoke, tickling her thundering pulse as he whispered the words into her burning skin.
“Like a flawless, cream canvas. Ready for me to mark however I choose.”
His breath skittered across her burning skin, Elain deciding she would be willing to be reduced to ash if it only meant he could consume her entirely. She would allow Azriel to take and take and take if it meant they could stay like this.
Sinful. It was so sinful.
Elain was ready to beg for mercy, beg for more, for him. All of him. He needn’t do anything but whisper those illicit thoughts of his. His wicked words truly were her weakness. Her need clawed at her insides, consumed her mind, willed her to give in. Risk it all, for him.
Scarred fingers grazed up her arm and retreated down her back, his touch teasing and leaving goosebumps pebbling in its wake.
Elain’s breath hitched; her eyes fluttering closed as her internal thoughts warred against one another. Duty and pleasure. Nightmares and dreams. Honour and disgrace. It was wrong, ill-timed, but… she could never stop. Didn’t want to. Not with Azriel. She’d damn herself for the eternal afterlife if it meant she could keep him now.
“Yes,” she breathed.
And that was all the permission Azriel needed before his sinful lips latched onto the delicate skin behind her ear, just hidden beneath the sheet of her thick golden hair.
He sucked at her flesh, his tongue greedily licking and tasting her. Her head lolled heavily to the side, giving Azriel more access, the anxieties of the looming mission they were about to head into melting away with his wicked mouth.
He pulled away and his eyes blazed at his hedonistic creation, the purple mark he had left on her alabaster skin already darkening. He seemed to relish in the imprints he left blooming just beneath her skin.
“So pretty,” he purred.
He dropped to his knees before her once more, his hands following the same path along her body. Those scarred hands caressed the soft curves of her belly, his fingers lazily tracing the contours of her stomach, her slim waist.
Eyeing her like a hungry wolf might observe its prey, he sunk his face into her abdomen, his tongue darting out to lick a wet trail from her navel all the way down to the top of her sensitive slit. He paused just before he reached where she longed to have him, lips lingering at the top of her delicate folds.
His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her thighs as he kissed and licked his way back up, finding tonight’s desired target just below her protruding hipbone. His mouth latched onto the place adjacent to the where her hip met her thigh, his tongue lapping and sucking the pale, sensitive skin there.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as Azriel sucked at the tender spot, his teeth grazing her skin and causing her arousal to shoot through her veins like comets hurtling through space. He pressed his lips and teeth more firmly against her hip, the pleasure he was wringing from her deliberately bleeding into pain and he pulled at her skin with renewed fervour.
Elain bit her lip harshly as he continued laving at her, her hair tumbling down her bare back as her head rolled back in ecstasy. He knew how to balance her on that edge, expertly swinging the pendulum between the ache of want and the sweet relief of gratification in ways she never knew she would come to desire.
Dragging his mouth away with one last flick of his tongue Azriel blinked open his eyes and gazed hungrily upon his handiwork.
A scared thumb traced the moist patch of bruised skin with a reverence she didn’t know he possessed. His eyes addled with lust, he groaned at the sight, the sound shooting straight to her throbbing core.
“So pretty. Just like your flowers,” he murmured, his fingers trailing across her raw skin.
Elain sunk her fingers into his thick hair, not caring if she mussed it, and peered down at her stomach. A lilac bruise was forming where his mouth had been, three small marks in a little cluster, slowly blooming across her hip in various shades of pink and blues.
Elain bit her lip at the sight, stifling a moan. It wasn’t enough that Azriel was on his knees before her, dressed in his Night Court black armour, hair dishevelled, and lips swollen. But the marks he had left on that very intimate part of her body, the smile that crept across his face at the love bites he had left there... It was almost enough for her to throw caution to the wind and beg him to take her now, Court of Nightmares and Eris be damned! Let him fuck her into oblivion instead. Let him leave an entire valley of bruised flowers across her flesh.
Her knees wobbled as she clenched the muscles of that needy place between her thighs.
Elain inhaled a shuddering breath, tracing the marks with a finger as Azriel’s eyes hungrily followed their path.
“If anyone sees these—” Elain began.
“Who would possibly see them?” Azriel’s eyes glimmered as he responded.
Elain felt the pads of his fingers digging into the skin of her thighs with a hint of possessiveness, jealousy flashing across his features.
“Well, if the plan with Eris really backfires tonight…” Elain teased, before smirking down at the Shadowsinger still crouched at her feet.
A growl loosed from his throat as he buried his face in the soft skin of her stomach again, his hands each gripping the swell of her hips to keep her in place as he smothered himself in her curves. He licked a stripe from the top of her slit right to her navel. Elain’s fingers tightened their hold in his hair as she shuddered with pleasure above him.
“Wicked woman,” he uttered darkly into her sensitive skin before nipping a spot at her belly lightly between his teeth.
“Possessive male,” she shot back.
Her lip lifted at the side as she fought to stifle a smile, staring imperiously down at him. His lips left her skin, and she immediately regretted the loss of contact.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I simply didn’t want you to miss the flowers when we are down in the Hewn City tonight.”
She snorted delicately, seeing through his sarcasm. “Of course. It had nothing to do with you knowing your love bites would be blooming across my skin, just hidden beneath my clothes the entire time.”
A roughish grin spread across his face, a dimple appearing in his tanned cheek. “Not at all.”
“Scoundrel.”
Azriel chuckled, his eyes gleaming in the low light of her room.
“Something to remember me by, then. When Eris falls at your feet, begging for your hand in marriage and whisks you off to the Autumn Palace.”
Elain didn’t let her disdain at that idea show, playing into Azriel’s game instead. “Hmm… as much as I love to see powerful males on their knees before me, he would never look as good as you do down there.”
Something akin to a purr rumbled from his chest at the veneration. “And don’t you forget it.”
Pressing one last, lingering kiss to her navel, Azriel unfurled himself from his position before her, capturing her red lips with his on his way up before helping her back into the drab black dress she was to wear into the Court of Nightmares.
If their efforts were to be successful, Eris would overlook the middle Archeron sister completely. Even though it was impossible for Elain to appear as anything but utterly beautiful, Azriel silently prayed to any deity that would hear him that the glamours Rhys would weave around her would do their job tonight. He loathed the idea of any of them being used to bait Eris in this way, but both Elain and Nesta were adamant to go through with the High Lord’s plan.
Azriel finished helping her with the row of buttons that trailed all the way up her back and pressed a single kiss to the budding bruise he had gifted her behind her ear.
“Don’t let anyone uncover your secrets tonight, Lady,” he murmured hotly into her neck.
Shaking her hair so it flowed freely down her back, she locked eyes with him in the mirror before her, allowing a pretty blush to creep up her cheeks. The picture of virtuous innocence.
“Never.”
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#elriel month 2023#t writes#elriel#acotar#elriel month#acotar fanfiction#elain x azriel#elain archeron#azriel#elriel fic#elriel smut#prompt eight: veil
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whumpee catching an illness right after recovering from a different one 🫶
#all of my prompts are thinly veiled complaints about my life#bc why did i just get over an allergy flare up and now i caught some kind of cold#i feel like i have lava in my trachea every time i cough it hurts so bad#and i was supposed to have an all-day event tomorrow and i was looking forward to it#whump#whump prompt#whump prompts#whump writing#whump idea#whump blog#whump scenario#tw whump#whump tw#writing prompts
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Hey. Psst.
Sooo...if all goes well...
And the motivational drive lasts just a little bit longer-
Then ya'll are getting a new PMATGA oneshot fanfic from me.
Either this week or the week after.
Watch this space.
#The fic is just a small idea that was born out of that pmatga prompt game I made a while back#I hope its interesting enough!#Its literally so close to being finished#I have the motivation#just not the energy#so much is happening amidst graduation#and its eating up all of my energy reserves#I just wanna WRITE dangit#Both this new oneshot and The Veil and Call Me Cyli have been living in my head rent free#now if only I could find the time to feed them their rent's worth lol#the new oneshot will be kinda dark#which is maybe not fitting for the month of December-#BUT afterwards ya'll are more than welcome to cleanse your pallet and read Just This Once lol#which is a two-shot revolving around the spirit of Christmas#anywho#time to go to bed
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Yoooooo! It's been a hot minute since I posted a new prompt, but here's something I've been thinking about for a few days now? Consider:
AU where Cole was born much earlier, back before Hank's career really kicked off. He follows his ol' dad into the police force, joining the DPD the summer of 2035. However, that same year, a freak ice storm takes the city. Hank had been planning to visit Cole in his first apartment, promising him that "the roads aren't that bad, don't worry about it." The next call Cole receives is from Detroit Regional Hospital, asking for a next of kin. Cole rushes there himself, heedless of the horrible state of the roads, to find his father in surgery, a medical android operating. Anxiously, he waits through the night, fidgeting in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the operating theater.
He receives the news the next morning. Hank had suffered some serious injuries including multiple concussions, and had fallen into a coma during the surgeries. He's told there's no way to know when or if he might wake. The sight of the medical android leaving the theater with the same placid expression on its face as off of the things haunts him long after that night.
For three long years, he's consoled with platitudes of "it might be any day now." For three long years, he visits his father regularly, hoping to spark some change in the man. For three long years, he throws himself into his work, hoping to forget that this was all his fault. That Hank had been out because of him. That he was laid up in a sterile room for years because of him.
And almost three years later, his hard work pays off. His promotion to detective coincides with a surge in deviancy cases. And Cole Anderson, professional workaholic, newly-instated rookie, who's father's big shoes he will fill or die trying, has a proposition for the captain:
"Assign me this case," he demands.
"This is high profile, rookie. The sergeant will handle it," Fowler replies.
"Sir, the sergeant hates androids. I can work with it. Perhaps even mediate."
"Seem to recall you not being a fan either, Anderson."
And Cole grits his teeth, flashbacks of an android in bloody scrubs running through his mind. But he says, "I'm not, sir. But I need…" And here he hesitates, looking away from Fowler's piercing gaze. "… I need something… substantial… at this time of year…"
And the office is quiet for a few seconds more before he hears Fowler sigh. And Cole knows he's won this. "Alright, Anderson. Alright. I'll add you to the case. But Reed takes lead, you hear me? No going off on your own, kid."
Smartly, Cole salutes, knowing when to let sleeping dogs lie. "Thank you, Captain. You won't regret it."
"But Reed might," he hears the man mutter as he closes the door behind him.
Cole smirks, returning to his desk and the case files he'd been finishing up. Deviancy, he thinks. Perhaps this is the missing link. The key to proving androids can't be trusted in sensitive situations. That his father's condition was a result of malpractice, not routine. That they, too, shoulder some of the blame.
Two days later, Cole meets Connor. And that is when he knows his theory is right.
Or! The one where Hank is out of commission and an adult Cole Anderson is assigned to the deviancy case alongside Connor and Gavin. Through peril and hardship, the three must learn to work together to solve the greatest mystery Detroit has ever known, or risk letting the menace known as deviancy roam free. And meanwhile, tempers flare, worldviews shift, and all three learn there's perhaps more to life than just being human.
#Veil's Prompts#dbh#detroit become human#cole anderson#hank anderson#connor rk800#gavin reed#jeffrey fowler#DPD Squad#anderfam#cole lives AU#adult cole AU#canon divergence#okay listen#I've literally been thinking about this for days#but the idea of Connor teaming up with an adult Cole Anderson instead of Hank wouldn't leave me alone#I really like the idea of it okay?#(and also Gavin just kinda forced himself in there too >_>)#(and also promoted himself to sergeant <_<)#(look it makes sense in my head!)#(with Hank not there anymore they'd need to promote *someone!*)#anyway you can bet your ass Hank wakes up at the end of all this#and discovers he now has three sons instead of one lol#I need my happy endings 😌#but damn is it gonna be a rocky road to get them all there XD
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selfish machines sentence starters
sentence starters taken from selfish machines by pierce the veil <3
besitos
- “you’re my favorite explosion.”
- “you’d better not get back up!”
- “leave the water by the bed for later.”
- “i’m tired of holding up your backup plans.”
- “all you have is not enough.”
- “i heard what you said. a friend of a friend.”
- “if that doesn’t turn you on, i’ll keep talking ‘til something does.”
- “i’ll steal you flowers from the cemetery gates.”
- “so say it. i’m in love.”
- “don’t expect me to understand.”
- “she was covered in blood, last seen in san francisco.”
- “they were there from beginning to end.”
southern constellations
- “please keep chasing me.”
- “i’ll never let you freeze without me.”
the boy who could fly
- “it’s time to take you home.”
- “i’ll be the brightest someday.”
- “don’t ruin a perfect thing.”
- “why do i still pray? when will it end? and who fucking cares?”
- “i swear to god, i did what i could.”
- “i’d rather be dead.”
- “don’t rain on my parade!”
- “i guess i never should have loved you.”
- “if you were gonna leave this world, how could it be without me?”
- “love dies like a dog.”
caraphernilia
- “there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night.”
- “honestly, it’s harder breathing next to you.”
- “hold my heart, it’s beating for you anyway.”
- “what if i can’t forget you?”
- “what’s so good about picking up the pieces?”
- “just give her back to me.”
- “you can’t just throw me away!”
- “what if i don’t even want to?”
- “i’d better learn to live alone.”
fast times at clairemont high
- “i was saving myself for you.”
- “we’ll be throwing a party.”
- “hold on, this is innocent blood.”
- “without you, nothing ever mattered.”
- “if i die, you die too.”
- “i just wanted one dance with you.”
- “melodramatic, but it turns me on.”
- “i’d kill anyone who gets too close.”
the new national anthem
- “somebody’s supposed to fall in love.”
- “you’ll be excited just to see me someday.”
- “darling, look at the sparks!”
- “you hold my attention without even trying.”
- “love, don’t forget to bleed.”
- “if i ever catch the ones who hurt you, i’m hoping that god looks away this time.”
bulletproof love
- “we used to laugh until we choked.”
- “it was the best time of my life.”
- “now i sleep alone, so don’t wake me up.”
- “the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.”
- “i wanna hold your hands so tight i’m gonna break my wrist.”
- “i’m barely hanging on.”
- “by the time you’re hearing this i’ll already be gone.”
- “there’s nothing to do.”
- “this isn’t fair! don’t you try to blame this on me.”
- “my love for you was bulletproof, but you’re the one who shot me.”
- “goddamn it, i can barely say your name.”
stay away from my friends
- “i want you in the most unromantic ways.”
- “you’re torturing me with a beautiful face.”
- “come on, i thought we had a damn good thing.”
- “stay away from my friends.”
- “i still can’t believe how you look next to me.”
i don’t care if you’re contagious
- “i don’t wanna leave without you buried by my side.”
- “they’ll never take us alive.”
- “i would rather spend my life vacations in bed with you.”
- “i don’t care if you’re sick, i don’t care if you’re contagious. i would kiss you even if you were dead.”
- “i’d do anything to hold your hand.”
disasterology
- “i drank the poison then i passed the fuck out.”
- “i have a million different kinds of fun.”
- “can we create something beautiful and destroy it?”
- “you were screaming ‘till the police came.”
- “if every living thing dies alone, what am i doing here?”
- “if it’s the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love.”
million dollar houses (the painter)
- “would you ever try to leave me?”
- “i’ve broken bones for you, and for you only.”
- “we can run, baby, run now.”
- “i still remember how you moved so slow.”
- “we don’t stop ‘til someone’s bleeding.”
- “i make money, but we just can’t keep this home.”
- “sometimes the moon looks brighter than the sun.”
- “sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned.”
- “maybe we’re meant to lose the ones we love, but i’ll fight for you ‘til then.”
the sky under the sea
- “it’s gonna be the best day of my life.”
- “you’ll never be as beautiful without me.”
- “you’ll be alright as long as i’m not.”
- “sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want.”
- “is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made?”
- “yeah, that’s fuckin’ right.”
- “do you think you’re the only one afraid?”
#pierce the veil#selfish machines#ptv#selfish machines pierce the veil#sentence starters#dialogue prompt#sentence starter meme#dialogue starters#rp sentence starters#sentence starter prompt#dialogue prompts#sentence prompts#writing prompts#prompts
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A Whumpee clothed in a beautiful white dress (a wedding dress, a communion dress, even lingerie) being forced to watch as day by day, injury by injury, the clean lace and fabric becomes stained dark red until they're practically in an entirely different gown
#whump#whump prompt#whump community#whump scenario#whumpee#whumper#whump stuff#whump ideas#bonus points for the dress itself also deteriorating as time goes on#the whumpee having to rip off the sleeves or parts of the skirt to make bandages#beading and jewels popping off#maybe even parts of it like corset lacings or a veil are used to bind/tether/choke/gag whumpee as well#the ruining of their once pristine dress a symbol for their soiled innocence <3
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Angsty Writing and Starter prompts from PTV’s Collide With The Sky album
feel free to change the words as you need to! Hope you enjoy! I thought of these as mainly angst based, but you’re free to use them in a different genre/tone as you need! Writing prompts will be under the cut! Also I encourage pairing some of them up! I would love to see what people make with this!
STARTER QUOTES:
“I met a girl who never looked so alone”
“I know it’s hard, but who are you to fall apart on me?”
“You said what about us, well what about me?”
“I still think you’re beautiful, and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Bring them back or take me with them!”
“I know that you’re in pain”
“I’m sick of begging for the things that I want.”
“Loving you will surely bring me pain.”
“Dying is a gift.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t see that you truly loved me.”
“Don’t take this out on me”
“You’re the only thing keeping me alive” (toxic or sad)
“I’m sorry but I’ve made up my mind.”
“Please come home”
“I see you choke and it takes my breath away” (sadistic)
“Promise you won’t leave me”
“Am I the only one who thinks you should stay alive?” (pleading)
“I never meant to be your pain.”
“I only meant to do this to myself”
“Well, fuck, what, am I supposed to be impressed?”
“I don’t want to miss when you cry” (sadistic)
“Why can’t we just be friends?”
“It’s such a shame you had to go and run your mouth”
“Fuck you and your new love for yourself!” (jealous)
“There’s a beast in my heart and it won’t let you leave alive”
“Do you still love me? I’m dying to know.”
“This is the price you’ll pay”
“Don’t ever forget what we had.”
“I’ll make you feel beautiful again.” (sad)
“If you were me, you’d do the same”
“Everything’s not alright and I’d rather die!”
WRITING PROMPTS:
Feeling unsafe in a house full of people who don’t seem to like/love you, and taking the risk of being alone instead of staying in an unwelcoming home
Begging for love when you know it’s not worth it
Finding home in a “wasteland”
Kissing their best friend’s scars
Dying by poison but of your own doing
The person you love poisons your drink, planning to make it look like a suicide
The person you used to/still love haunting you like a ghost
Crawling under a staircase to escape what feels dangerous
Acting out of revenge but on a one-night time limit
The act of dying a bittersweet death together with someone you loathe/love
Crying in the bathroom with the shower/faucet running so they can’t hear you
Worrying about a friend with an addiction to something destructive and pleading with them to make a better choice
Seeing the hunger in their eyes for their destructive desire, the hunger for their addiction
Telling them you won’t leave them, but them disregarding your feelings and spiraling further into poor choices
The taste of blood that, for some reason, remains in your mouth no matter how much you try to wash it out.
Things you used to enjoy looking at so much becoming bland and boring
Wanting to keep your partner happy even though it hurts you
Your partner remaining happy and blind to your pain, and you can’t bring yourself to end the relationship
Causing trouble for the attention of your partner/friend just for them to brush it off, acting like they don’t care when it’s distressing you
Becoming so distant you forget the colour of your once-favourite eyes
Feeling invisible in the limelight of someone you used to love or admire
Feeling inferior to someone you loved, but have found to be an awful person
Killing something/someone quickly and never turning back to watch it die
Reconciling with an old flame just to be betrayed
Hoping for a better life for the one you love as you let them go
Standing by someone you love even at their most desperate and low moments
Desperate attempts to repay someone who has done so much for you, but to no avail
Covering up crimes committed by someone you love just because you love them so much that you don’t want to let them go and you don’t want to see them as the criminal they are
Being neglected by your loved ones for so long that you start to feel like you’re going crazy
Running away to somewhere close by just to see if they would find you or even notice you were gone
#writing prompts#prompts#starters#sentence starters#starter quotes#roleplay starters#rp prompts#fic prompts#pierce the veil#writing inspiration#writing inspo#rp inspo#writing ideas#angst#angst prompts#dialogue prompts#dialogue ideas
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My dear fic writer moots!! play this game to use as prompt and write a tiny ficlet with it!! say in the tags what your words were!!
tagging my writer moots: @foodiewithdahoodie @weirdo09 @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @mike-queerler
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For all microfics prior to Day 8, find me on AO3 (fictionismyescape)
Day 8 prompt: Fate
Title: Gone Again
Characters/Ship: Remus/Sirius
Rating: T
C/W: Canon Character Death
He loved Tonks. He loved her more than he thought he could when she slid into his life and refused to leave, even if he refused to admit it out loud.
But Sirius…
He held Harry back, watching as Sirius fall through the veil. As fate intervened and took his soul away once more.
@microficmay
#microfic prompt#microficmay2023#the veil#past relationships#wolfstar#harry potter#remus lupin#remus loves sirius#remus x sirius#sirius black#remus x tonks
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Does anyone else go through their drafts that are all cute and lined up and ready to publish and get super excited?
#like oooh yeah prompt seven she’s a good one#ooof! but prompt FIVE!#*checks date* fuck still got ages#like I’m just excited ok. I hadn’t been able to write for ages and it was hard for me#and now I have 8 little things to share with y’all and I can’t wait to see what you think#and it only 8 coz I’m still stuck on veil/what if.#one of my wips can go either way…#anywhoo#elriel month amirite
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hurt/comfort but it's toxic yuri.
hurt/comfort but the comfort's more painful than the hurt. the comfort's what fucks you up, because at least if you're hurt, you're able to feel something, you've got a chance at fighting back, you have a sense of fucking *autonomy*.
and the comfort is you losing that autonomy. it's you falling apart and someone kicking and pushing through your defenses because they just want the best, *right*, and it's more painful than you could ever imagine.
hurt/comfort but you want to be the martyr and they want to be the hero. doesn't it feel good? why don't you feel good?
#writeblr#writing prompt#this is less a “prompt” and more a thinly veiled way of expressing my own feelings on hurt/comfort#like no hate to you if you love it! it's popular for a reason#but i'm just a person with bad taste lol
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@beatingheart-bride
"Oh, only the good things," Randall grinned right back, the smell of homemade gumbo, with all of its savory spices and seasonings, dancing in his nose as he thanked their waitress and prepared to dig in. Hot gumbo was something he could eat without hardly blowing on it, just as he could drink hot coffee straight from the pot, completely unbothered by the temperature-something he picked up from his mother, no doubt, given her penchant for piping hot black coffee.
"I think you'll like them," he added warmly, as he took in a spoonful of gumbo, savoring the wonderful flavors before saying, "They're very nice, very...down-to-Earth, you might say. Ma's a nurse at the children's clinic and Pa works construction, so you probably wouldn't see them during the week; they work most of the same days I do, but they at least get the weekends off."
So who knew? Maybe after one of these dates (the word alone made his heart flutter with excitement), they'd swing by his home to meet them-his folks never minded visitors, and would no doubt welcome her with open arms.
"How's your steak?" he then ventured to ask, looking up from his gumbo at the slab of meat on her plate-he probably would've ordered it a little more cooked, a little more well-done, but hey, some people enjoyed their steaks rare...really rare...
#((it really is gonna bring everything into focus isn't it? i think it's gonna really hit home for him))#((just how alone emily has been for ages: she's held onto these mementos of him; taking care of them))#((but she had no way of knowing that she would even reunite with randall! so these items she's taken care of all this time))#((are bittersweet reminders of him; and it's clear that she could never love another after his death))#((so i think seeing the rings; the veil; as well as how much emily has missed him in the intervening years))#((is really gonna be what's gonna prompt him to wanting to become a vampire))#((because he can't bear the thought of emily losing him again and being lonely for another century!))#((he wants her to be happy and if that means becoming a vampire then so be it!))#outofhatboxes#beatingheart-bride#V:Dark Shadows
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Darklina+ are you flirting with me?
“Are you flirting with me?”
Aleksander sounded bewildered, as if Alina had just informed him that merzost was a lie and automatons had taken over the Grand Palace, the Tsar made of animated clockwork, squawking like a rooster at dawn. As if David Kostyk had been discovered to be a power-hungry mastermind and had orchestrated a successful coup while abroad in Kerch. As if every youngling in the dining hall was clamoring for third and fourth portions of herring and refusing even a crumb of the pastry chef’s medovik. Aleksander’s dark eyes held a remarkable blankness, a terrible, earnest innocence that made Alina bite her lip and shrug instead of chuckle.
“I’ve been unsuccessful, it seems,” she said. “If you have to ask.”
“No, you shouldn’t feel you are responsible in any way—” Aleksander started to reach out to her, then evidently thought better of it, and drummed his fingers on the table between them. Shadows shifted in the room and Alina wasn’t sure if it was Aleksander or simply the firelight.
“I mean, I am responsible. In every way, because I have been trying to flirt and you didn’t have a clue until right now,” she said.
“What do you mean, you have been?” he asked. “It wasn’t just tonight?”
“It’s been weeks,” Alina admitted. “Since my presentation to the Tsar, the gold lace veil—”
“The veil cannot have been part of it though, that has been in the Imperial family for four generations,” Aleksander said. “It belonged first to Tsaritsa Agafokliya, a gift from the lace-makers of Kerch.”
“After the presentation, after the veil, which I still say made me look like table for receiving calling cards in the front parlor of a merchant’s townhouse,” Alina said.
“Do you genuinely enjoy playing shatranj then? Or was it only a bit of coquetry?” Aleksander said, glancing down at the board laid between them, a battle waged, though Alina desired a different outcome than the one he’d imagined.
“I’ve beaten you the last seven matches,” she said. “That wasn’t coquetry. The gambits I chose were supposed to be…suggestive.”
“You were relying on gambits,” Aleksander said, smiling. “What else was I oblivious to? I don’t recall any dropped handkerchiefs—”
“When we’ve gone horseback riding and when you let me order the pastries for tea,” she said. “The way I pour your tea—”
“You pour my tea a particular way?” he said.
“I try to,” Alina answered, feeling more and more a fool. “I said I’d been unsuccessful, I admitted it—”
“Alya, you weren’t unsuccessful,” he interrupted, taking her hand this time in both of his. “You can’t be unsuccessful—”
“I obviously can,” she said. “You don’t need to try and make me feel better. I’m used to it, to not being any good at things everyone else can do without even making any noticeable effort.”
“You can’t be unsuccessful because you don’t need to flirt with me. You don’t have to win me over, you’ve already done that. Without even making any effort,” he said. The look in his eyes was like a caress, his lips parted as if he’d lean over to kiss her in the next moment. She wanted that but she wanted something else more. Or at least first.
“What if I want to?”
“To flirt with me? Even though I’m yours already, milaya?” he said.
“Yes,” she said. “It sounds better than the alternative. And you seem entirely unfamiliar with it and that’s something, to figure out a novelty for someone so experienced.”
“You don’t have to figure out a novelty for me, Alya,” he said. “You are endlessly new to me, a revelation. A marvel.”
“But may I?” she pressed. “May we have that, if we aren’t to have anything else of an ordinary courtship?”
“If that’s what you wish,” he said. “Perhaps you might be more…overt. Demonstrative. I seem to require it.”
“Like this?” she said, using her free hand to put him in check, fluttering her eyelashes at him, then darting over to perch on his lap.
“No,” he said. “I need something more obvious. Leave me in no doubt as to your intentions.”
#darklina#prompt fill#fluff#flirting#canon au#that lace veil#romance#they're a chatty pair here#who has worse game?#vesperass-anuna
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i am one page into tender is the flesh and i'm already losing my mind over this line. teaching to kill is worse than killing.
if you kill someone, that's blood on your hands. all your violence is your own, and it dies with you. as soon as you teach someone else how to do it, you guarantee yourself a legacy that will far exceed you. when you train someone, or multiple someones, you have promised a hundred deaths conducted in the way you instructed. they moved like you. and when you look back at your teacher and their teacher and the teacher before that you will realize your violence was never yours, you were not the loop in a chain that can weaken or break but braided into a rope. your threads weave into theirs, and theirs into yours, in a rope hundreds of years in the making, and by teaching others what they taught you, you have guaranteed a hundred more. there's no chance of getting out now. no matter where you go or what you do, if you run, quit, or die, it's over. it's done. you can't take it back.
#levi rambles#this is a thinly veiled blorbo rant prompted by that line. secretly this post is about xylem
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