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Draw your WARRIOR ⚔
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Fantasy Writing Prompt
A young criminal being pursued into the depths of a temple by monks, who are furious that he has accidentally desecrated their altars in an attempt to escape. He dives into a chamber dedicated to one of the powerful, but oft forgotten goddess of the hunt, and ends up cornered. When the monks attempt to cage him in however, the statues around the chamber begin to glow and the goddess, who has never before made herself known, refuses to let them take him.
If this inspires you to create, please tag me so I can read it @yet-another-heathen !
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Hellcheer week day 1 - D&D
“And why exactly are we still at school on this lovely Thursday afternoon?” Billy asks, lying flat on the hood of the Camaro. It says a lot of how fond he is of Chrissy that they’re still here, a good fifteen minutes after basketball practice has let out. His curls are still damp from the shower, sweaty exercise gear shoved in his bag. It’s warm enough for October, the trees starting to take on shades of amber and gold.
“I’m sorry,” Chrissy says quietly, swinging her legs back and forth. Unlike Billy, her legs barely graze the ground, white sneakers gleaming in the sunlight. “I know you have a date.” Billy twists his head to look at her. She’s sitting upright, tugging the sleeves of her Hawkins Tigers jacket down over her hands, eyes anxiously focused on the far off doors to the school.
“S’alright,” Billy mumbles, because Chrissy never asks him for anything. Their friendship is weird, struck up despite…well, everything. He’s Billy Hargrove, local asshole, and she’s Chrissy Cunningham, high school queen. He’d always kind of seen her around, at games, in her uniform in the hallways, under Jason’s arm at parties. But it wasn’t until she’d broken it off with Jason a few weeks ago that he’d really gotten to know her at all.
Their friendship was sudden and unexpected, with the added joy of placating Neil and irritating the ever-loving shit out of Jason.
One of the other players had taken him aside at Carol’s last party to discreetly tell Billy that dating another player’s ex-girlfriend just isn’t on. Billy had merely grinned and walked away. He couldn’t give a shit about whatever stupid rules everyone else plays by. And even if she cheers when he scores a basket, gets a ride home in the Camaro every Tuesday and Thursday after Cheer practice, and he carries her pink backpack while she hunts for her History textbook in her locker, they’re definitely not a couple.
It suits them both for everyone to think so. But only Billy knows full well that he’s not the one she broke up with Jason for. And no one knows exactly how much Chrissy is not his type.
“I don’t want you to be late,” Chrissy says anxiously. She picks up his left wrist, angling it against the sun so she can see the time on his old watch. Billy lets her, watching the way her mouth purses.
“They’re running late,” Billy says casually, and she flinches.
“Who’s running late?” she asks, as though her voice doesn’t tremble with the lie. Barely a month into their friendship, they have lines that they don’t cross, wounds that aren’t ready to be revealed. They don’t mention the bruises clamped around his wrist like a vice, red fingerprints all in a row. They don’t discuss the way Chrissy pushes her food around on her plate, how she sits in the camaro with him at the quarry, watching the sun dip below the skyline, just so she doesn’t have to go home. He doesn’t bring up the chunky silver ring that she's taken to wearing on her thumb, even though he knows it’s not hers.
They both have secrets. Being aware of this fact doesn’t mean that they’re ready to discuss it.
“Hellfire,” Billy says, turning his face towards the sky. It might be easier if he doesn’t look at her. “It's a bit late for them, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know,” Chrissy says faintly, and Billy smiles.
“They’re usually out by now,” he muses, wondering if he’s going to hell for teasing possibly the only and best friend he’s ever had. But hey, he needs some entertainment if they’re going to sit here waiting for the dorks to come tumbling out of those doors. He knows very little about the D&D club, bits and pieces picked up from the kids. He learns most of it by osmosis from an unwilling Max, who frequently complains about all of her friends being busy. “Unless they’ve got one of those big campaigns going.”
“They don’t,” Chrissy says, without missing a beat and one of her feet smacks into the bumper. Billy hums vaguely and closes his eyes against the sun. Some days he can almost pretend that he’s at the beach, letting the sun beat down on his face. But lately, it’s not too painful to open his eyes and find that he’s in Hawkins instead.
“You know, don’t you?” Chrissy asks hesitantly, and Billy cracks open an eye. Her face is almost adorably vulnerable, the intricacies of her heart cracked open for Billy to see.
She’s like him in all the worst ways. She’ll smother her secrets and insecurities and wounds until they draw blood in her throat like razor blades. She has family and friends and she had Jason and he doubts that she ever told anyone of them about the thoughts that go through her mind, the dark and cracked parts of her.
It’s hard to care about something. It makes you feel raw, picked open by someone else’s love. Billy feels it every time Max falls asleep on his shoulder, when Chrissy climbs on his back after a winning shot, when Steve drops into the passenger seat of the Camaro like he belongs there. After his mom, he learned that people leave. Even if they love you, it doesn’t mean it’s enough to stay.
Chrissy gets what it’s like to have people who love you with conditions. He’d seen that straight away, recognising the cracks and fissures under her skin. How her smile would drop when no one else was looking. Her act is a sweeter one than his but perfection rots just as much as rage.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Billy shrugs easily, just as a crowd of people spill out of the doors onto the tarmac. Billy recognises the kids almost instantly; the dark curls of Mike, Dustin’s baseball cap, Will’s fingers tapping against his sketchbook, Lucas bounding ahead of them all. And even though a good deal of the older members are in Billy’s year, he couldn’t tell you any of their names. They exist in the background, a face in his English class, the flash of a Hellfire t-shirt in the cafeteria.
He sees how Chrissy’s spine straightens, how her eyes brighten. It’s like she’s been flooded with light from within, made possible by this tiny glimpse across a parking lot. He doesn’t know how this happened, what brought the head cheerleader into the same solar system as the dungeon master but he doesn’t question it. Love has made Chrissy sharper, stronger, more colorful, just as it’s softened all of his edges. She’s not afraid to take up more space, take what’s her’s, all the love and adoration that she deserves.
“We can stay longer if you want,” Billy says quietly, and she curls her delicate fingers around his.
“Thanks,” she says, and doesn’t take her eyes off the lone figure in the distance. She won’t go over there, not with the club still milling around, a few cheerleaders still lingering by their cars. It’s enough for her to have this small glimpse, just enough for her to get through to the next day.
“I know you know too,” Billy says, after a beat. It’s a lot, offering his own heart up on a plate, for her to see and judge and measure. But she merely squeezes his wrist tightly.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she lies, an echo of his own words. Content, Billy tips his head back and lies in the sun to wait, letting her drink in the sight of Eddie Munson for just that little bit longer.
This is probably my least favourite thing that I’ve written for Hellcheer week? I’m still not happy with it but I think I’ll write more BFF Billy and Chrissy in the future. If you want to, you can check out them being besties with idiots boyfriends here.
I didn’t finish the kink prompt in time but I will and post it after Hellcheer week!
#hellcheer week#edissy#hellcheer#let billy and chrissy be best buds#background harringrove#if you squint#D&D prompt#Hellcheer week day one#billy hargrove#chrissy cunningham#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham
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zoro in a big puffy jacket is the best source of heat
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Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents.
Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.
It works!
He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.
But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.
He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.
Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.
They call the one foster parent they know who does.
Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.
On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.
Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.
Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.
Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.
Danny though. Danny's in trouble.
The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.
He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.
But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!
But he can't!
If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!
The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!
And now there's even more people coming over!
There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!
He wants to do all these cool things with them!
But he fucking can't!
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#danny vibes with dick the most#not that anyone knows that#breaks his little ghost heart that he can't have that pun competition#meanwhile bruce absolutely is running facial recognition#and hitting government firewalls and keeps having to shake off digital tracers#trying to find out who wanted that information#he smells a mystery#and he wants those answer#if cannot get them from their resident Doe#then he'll get it from whoever tortured the boy into silence#sidenote Damian just called Danny Doe instead of John#and danny responded to it quicker because it started with a “D”#that was noticed#now everyone just calls him Doe until his name is found
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Prompt 271
“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone.
“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion.
Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files.
“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued.
“Is he coming to the Manor or…”
Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”
Now wait one moment-
“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Deadly Decisions#Danny & Ras are the homoerotic rivals that no one knows if they’re flirting or attempting a murder#It’s actually both they’re just also both Immortal#Danny to Jason: You can become a crime lord if you finish college- you’ve said you wanted to get a degree this is ur chance#Dusan (nodding): Mother has made all of us finish at least our basic education nephew#Why yes this does mean that RH has just made the heads in a duffel bag debut & the bats have no clue it’s Jason#Normally Danny wanders the universe but RAS (affectionately derogatory) HOW DARE U TRY TO HIDE THE GRANDCHILDREN#Morally Gray Danny#He’s well over 300 and that has an affect lol#Also has some fun fae vibes thx to his ghost half & human half finally balancing out#Let Jason & Damian be brothers#Tiny Damian: Akhi look I found a frog :>#Jason (newly not brain damaged & has no clue who this small child is): …. That’s great#Tiny Damian: *GASP* Akhi you can talk now :D#Fuck it- all the Al Ghuls deserve fangs from ecto contamination#Is Danny actually Dusan & Talia’s mother? No one knows and no one wants to ask the probably immortal fae being okay#Danny brought Damian a ghost hound puppy & Jason an original signed Pride & Prejudice book#How come Bruce wasn’t aware of Danyal? Talia forgot to inform him that the mother she was speaking of is in fact still alive#He disappears for a decade sometimes longer she was using past terms how was he supposed to know
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"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.
Dick stares at him. "Huh."
"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.
"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.
Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—
Huh.
"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.
Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."
Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.
In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."
And Dick understands.
Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.
"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."
Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#fic prompt#writing prompt#dc x dp prompt#dick really got a kid now huh#dick: oh wow how did you get in here#danny: *fist down a cereal box and cheeks syuffed full eith food* wdym#he annoys dick during his police hours#he doesnt even blink twice when he later catches him tyring to sneak in as nightwing#dick got the most chill kid ever#dick telling bruce of how easy danny is: :D#dick then finding out about every horrifying and downright traumatic wvent in ddannys past: D:#hes calling connie raven and black canary#for the ghosts and much needed therapy#dick abt danny: what a good kid!#dick abt danny after: oh god youre traumatsied#he's parenting so hard he should get an award#tbf danny gives him a makeshift trophy with “best officer pops.ever” in glittery pen
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[Day 96]
Together they become GUY!!
(Context: On the stream yesterday they were joking about just combining into one player for decked out LOL)
(And Hermittober: Day 1 Frost ❄️)
#dddaily4sherin#hermittober#grian#goodtimeswithscar#desert duo#isdoodles#hermitblr#hermitcraft#speedran this right after i finished reviewing for test HELASKJAJ#I wanted to draw tango epic dungeon master too but no time#had a cool composition idea too rip </3#maybe later on i can just do trad doodles for both hermits that fit the prompt and desertduo so we get both#or i just go insane and draw two whole digital pieces in one day who knows LMAO#if i have the time#but i really want to draw a bit of hermits and friends other than desertduo for the duration of hermittober too :D#also you guys should be happy i couldve drawn the dl snow bucket event instead but i decided against it and offer fluff thumbs up
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drawtober day 21-31
#one piece#portgas d ace#bon clay#nico robin#vinsmoke sanji#sir crocodile#trafalgar law#edward newgate#dracule mihawk#bartolomeo the cannibal#vinsmoke ichiji#charlotte pudding#fanart#my art#tysm for the love!#a bit exhausting but i made it!!!#all the posts are in order as in nico is day 21#croc is day 22 and so on#i made the prompt list myself...it's just a randomizer of my fave characters HAHA you can find it on twitter
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Danny was livid.
The Guys In White had been following Phantom around constantly and while they weren't much of a threat, they were a massive nuisance. They had shot him down on Thursday and caused him to crash into some poor kids birthday cake in the park.
On Friday they had accidentally released ghost rats into the school.
On Saturday they had somehow managed to turn Paulinas hair ectoplasm green. She refused to leave her bedroom until it was reversed
On Sunday they tried to commandeer his parents GAV and earned the ire of his mom. They found out exactly why that was a bad idea.
On Monday they bardged into Danny's classroom, interrupting his math test because they were looking for a ghost parrot. It was mostly harmless but kept insulting them in a cheery tone. Danny decided he liked that bird.
We won't speak about what happened on Tuesday.
On Wednesday, he scowled at an agent that had accidentally blasted him and his friends with liquid ectoplasm while they were sitting and eating lunch. It was then that Danny began plotting his revenge.
That night he when ghost and lead the GIW on a while goose chase. Did danny take them across state lines? Yes. Did he manage to pull a massive following of these creeps? Also yes.
Did he plan for his target-the guy he had been leading them to- to already be in cuffs when he arrived in Gotham? No. Not at all.
"Hey, uh..." the words died on his tongue as Batman- The Batman- turned to him with narrowed eyes. Mustering his will, he started again, "Could you let him out? Just for a little bit?"
"No."
"Aw, Cmon!"
Condiment King began raving about something, but Danny didn't particularly care to pay attention. "If you're not going to let him out, then can you at least call the rest of the paw patrol? I wanna ask if they wanna throw mud at evil secret organization people. For enrichment." Danny gave his best, most cheeky smile for extra measure.
"Hn."
#dpxdc#fanfiction prompts#prompts#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#condiment king#guys in white#maddline fenton beating up government agents#supposed government agents at least#the bats should be allowed to tear apart the giw for funsies#Danny -i have never met a compatent adult- Fenton: Yeah i can totally keep my identity a secret from Batman :D#narrator: he could not#the batgam go ham#not only do they destroy the giw they also terrorize them with stains#danny is so happy#danny is trying to figure out what *hn* means. hes not fluent in Batman
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Short DPXDC Prompts #845
Tim’s new Psychology teacher in Gotham High, Mrs. Fenton, is somehow the most Gotham gothamite even though she just moved here from a middle of nowhere place in the midwest.
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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
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#one piece#lawlu#monkey d luffy#trafalgar d water law#fanart#prompt as given to me by the loveliest Mary#who said ‘Luffy’s stubby fingers pet law like a dog’#or something along those lines… it was a while ago. I finally drew it
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happiness today and tomorrow (ID in alt)
#vashwood#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#trigun maximum#trigun#ruporas art#hello here's another vw dump wraughh everyday i think about them being embarrassing infatuated w each other#it's like... at some point i must stop and look away... their love is too bright too dangerous.... but i will not... and neither will the#sidenote on the first comic - i drafted it bc im annoying about vash finding wolfwood lovely in simple ways but bc he's so restrained#in his thoughts those compliments dont usually come out. and when they do - bc he thinks about it so often - i think it'd come out bluntly#like. factual in tone as opposed to his inner deep exploding feelings about ww. only when he's pried deeper - prompted to expand#On these feelings does he get shy lmfao.... and bc it's simple complimentary words ww would take it casually in stride#dip him then call him cute and Maybe he'll get shy (pondering)#as u can see all i do is think about the fluff rn. tragedy where!
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Prompt 235
“Mother, I have made a friend.”
Now don’t get him wrong, Danny was delighted at the idea of Jordan making a friend, he really was. But the last three attempts had been borderline kidnappings, so he wasn’t entirely sure if he should be. Thankfully it doesn’t seem he’s kidnapped this one. Hopefully.
Not that he wouldn’t be surprised if Dan managed to kidnap a tiny kryptonian, but the kid- Jon apparently- seemed happy enough to be there. Apparently his grandparents lived in the midwest too, and was happy enough to have someone to talk about it.
Though um, maybe Danny should have checked to see if his parents knew where he’d gone, because he was not expecting a harried-looking superman to suddenly appear at his window.
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Jon saw Dan do a bit of floating when he thought no one was looking & deemed him friend#Yes Dan is also 10 lol#Jon is not getting stuck in time#Dan isn’t above contacting grandpa Clockwork because uh his totally-not-friend noo#Just wait until someone whose survived the end of the world sees Dan#mom danny#Clark: Look Jon and I made fellow alien friends :D#Ellie is 18 and started on a roadtrip for her birthday to explore more#Jon has a habit of befriending the grumpy ferals#Danny is happy he has someone to talk about space with#He meets Lois and Jimmy too & the world trembles at the potential shenanigans#Clark weeps internally before finding out that Danny can deal with most of their shenanigans
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"And I hope you die,
I hope we both die."
(Lyrics : No children by The Mountain Goats)
#trigun#trigun maximum#nicholas d. wolfwood#midvalley the hornfreak#wolfvalley#hornwood#tw blood#trigun rareship week#aaand here i come with wolfvalley for the first day!! how unexpected#feverishly drew this THEY MAKE ME SO ILL!!! REACHING CRITICAL STAGE BRAINROT#the prompts made me discover this song. i think it suits them#wanting each other's downfall even if it ends in their own#digging their fangs deep in each other's throat and not letting go. “keep your friends close but your enemies closer” am i right#unfortunately(?) i dont have anything else to offer for this fanweek so i'll sit back and enjoy everyone else's rare pair art🫡#(ok but MAYBE just mayyyybe i have smth in mind for day 3 but idk if i'll have the time or skills to draw it...)#shinxo art
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