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Atlanteans keep summoning Phantom.
They don't mean to, but now he has a very different look.
Apparently the summoning ritual for the High Prince of the Infinite Realms was leaked (he's pretty sure it was Johnny and Kitty), and teenage Atlanteans are like any other teenager; absolutely willing to peer pressure their friends into doing stupid creepy shit.
He keeps appearing underwater, and it's super uncomfortable to take that moment to remind himself to stop breathing so he doesn't accidentally inhale a lungful of water.
Easy solution; he's already got two forms, and one of them is pretty malleable. As a ghost, it's not like he needs to use his legs anyways.
So he changes it.
It's got glittering white scales, glowing green freckles, claws, and a betta-fish-like tail with glowing neon ridges. He calls it his mer-sona, and makes sure to call it that before Tucker can beat him to it.
Now whenever he gets summoned, he just sticks to that form.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#he gets summoned by the jl or jld#and he's just this floating merman ghost#very pretty#very ethereal#very much embarrassed#and he can't tell them why#“oh i'm not actually a mer. this is just my mer-sona.”#yeah no#he'd rather die#he's just gonna let them think he's a mer#he forgot about the trip through the past that has phantom art littering ancient vases and walls#they're gonna find out danny#they're gonna find out ur cringe#>:)
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Phantom Punk X DC Crossover
Since I’m going on about this, crossover time
Just punk Danny being Jason’s neighbor and Jason hating it. Not because of the ghost thing, but because he’s a musician.
Jason: “I’m trying to sleep!”
Danny, who’d been practicing: “It’s noon”
Jason: “Your point?”
Just imagine the look on a Bat’s face after Danny praised Poison Ivy
Tim: “She’s an eco-terrorist”
Danny: “It’s called direct action”
Just him and Harley vibing and the chaos of that
#danny phantom#danny fenton#gremlin danny fenton#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#punk au#au#writing prompt#I keep putting this out there in the hope punk phantom art manifests from the ether
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My brain is rotted- absolute MUSH- over the thought of a sort of sci-fi Gulliver-esque scenario??
Through some space time anomalie a soldier/knight/gladiator/warrior/etc.. falls through a portal and is transported to modern times, except at a fraction of their size.
Just an absolute beast of a character who is now completely out of their element, dealing with not only size issues, but culture shock, technology as a whole, Maybe even a language barrier?
Everything is just so different from what they've known. Technology that seems like magic- fabrics and food that are more luxurious than anything they've ever experienced.
I have ZERO plot thoughts but GOSH this general theme?? Its got me barking.
#IF ANYONE HAS RECS LIKE THIS???#GIMME#ill write something like this eventually but for now tossing this out into the tumblr ether#g/t#EntoPrompts#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t prompts
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Dp promt
The Fentons finally figure out how to tell different ecto signatures apart…
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp#dp prompt#dpxdc#this could go two ways#ether really angsty#or a comedy of error#about Danny desperately trying to keep his secret identity intact#coming up with all kinds of excuses#from I don’t know what you are talking about#over ghosts leave imprints on the people they like#to I’m pregnant with phantom’s child#by the end of it Jack&Maddie are honestly just relieved#that their 15 year old son is not in fact pregnant#from a centuries old being#in comparison#the half-ghost thing is a relief
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Day 19- Ethereal
"Now, bear your soul to me-"
#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#gposers#ffxiv oc#ris dei ijla#vierapril#vierapril 2024#ffxiv viera#prompt: ethereal#anabaseios
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Do you ever just want to stumble and fall each time you see your f/o? Like it should be illegal for someone to be this cute/pretty/hot.
☁︎ proship/comship DNI ☁︎
#oh he's so beautiful. stunning. gorgeous. handsome. majestic. ethereal..#<- talking about albedo#self ship#(まるでの夢)#ensemble stars#enstars selfship#selfship#selfshipping#selfshipping community#f/o#f/o imagines#f/o prompts#f/o community
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I always have a hard time coming up with situations to put my sick blorbos in, so I sat down and came up with a list of Situations To Stick Your Sick Blorbo In
Don't ask about the grammar it's fine everything's fine just enjoy the list
On a ferry ride
Someone they love is deeply upset about something
A wedding/funeral for someone they don't know that well
Attending a guided tour
Stuck in an elevator
A special work training conference
A charity fundraiser gala (ooh, formalwear)
Guest lecturing at a university
House (or pet) sitting (the key here being sick at someone else's house— with responsibilities)
On a canon-typical mission
Meeting their partner's family for the first time
At a convention (professional, geeky, or otherwise. Are they attending as a guest or as a panelist? Are they on the convention board?)
On a date at the farmer's market
Walking in a parade
It's super stormy out and a goddamn tree falls on their house at 3am
Celebrating the end of some massive project or undertaking
Helping a friend paint their living room
Right in the middle of a hike
At a birthday party for someone their partner knows, but they don't know all that well
They think they're gonna have a normal sick day only to get a call and be told that someone close to them has just died
Something triggers them
Someone close to them is graduating
When someone else is in the hospital
After offering to help a bunch of friends (and friends' friends) with their taxes and realizing they may have spread themselves too thin
Helping a friend move (all that heavy lifting 🥵)
As the guest of honor at a party or gala
In the middle of an interview (either TV or radio)
At a big theme park, where the exit and the parking lot are super far away and hard to get to. Maybe they even have to wait for a shuttle)
Just a normal party/hangout
It's winter and one of their fucking pipes burst
They're sick, but their pet is sicker
Sitting on public transit to get to/home from any of the above
Trying to drive home from any of the above and being asked to help jump somebody's car/change a spare tire
Trying to walk home from any of the above and noticing a cat stuck in a tree
Trying to drive home from any of the above only to find that their car has been stolen
Trying to drive home from any of the above only to get rear-ended
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Day 19: Ethereal
It's time to rest. Everything is going to be okay.
#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#bem dei-ilja#my oc#viera rava#ffxiv#ffxiv viera#bnuuy#gposers#vierapril#vierapril 2024#prompt: ethereal
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Prompt:
By some twist of magic or another, Mordred trips back in time, arriving not long before The Dragon’s Call.
He’s no longer out for revenge against Arthur, or not entirely - he feels like he settled that score in Camlann. But he feels no loyalty to his Once King either.
What he does want… is Merlin.
He always idolised Emrys, wanting a closer bond with him than what he had. He knows now that that’s because Merlin chose Arthur over him.
Well, not this time.
This time Merlin would choose Mordred, he would make sure of it. Merlin would be his in every way possible. Camelot could fall and burn, as far as he was concerned. And maybe, maybe, he would show up at the last moment to tell Arthur what he stole from him before he even knew what he’d lost.
He travels to Ealdor, seducing the young Emrys to his side, doting on him, loving him, and being loved in return.
But destiny has a funny way of working things out. Mordred is no longer Arthur’s bane. Instead, Arthur is his.
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Mordred/Merlin, with eventual Arthur/Merlin and MCD(Mordred).
#prompt#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#merlin#mordred#emrys#arthur pendragon#merthur#…mordlin? 🤔#merdred?#(so it turns out i don’t know the ship name for merlin and mordred so i’m just guessing at it 😅)#time travel#but not a fix-it#more of a make-it-worse#bitter mordred#naïve merlin#arthur will have to get pointed in the right direction by someone#kilgarrah? morgana? nimueh if she realises something is wrong with magic? anhora?#i’m throwing this to the ether now or i’ll ruminate on it all day
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#artist#dreamy#ethereal#collage#art journal#journal#abstract art#mixed media#abstract#sketchbook#iridescent explorations#creative reflections#creative prompts#world building#quests#interactive quest
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so the thing about identifying with a fictional character is that you must always remember that you are a real person
the character is bound to the narrative, the character will make the choices the author gives them
you are a human being with your own agency and ability to make your own choices
circumstances/environment have effects on your agency/ability, yes
but there is no grand narrative arc, there are no protagonists and antagonists, there is no moral, there are no plot twists, there is no story at all
#thinking a lot about viewing characters as people rather than story vehicles#but from the other side of people viewing themselves as characters#idk this hasn’t been prompted by anything i’m just pondering#into the ether
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Some character ideas I think are neat
A character who's been devoted to a god or a cause their whole life, and is now finding themselves needing to reconcile another kind of devotion with their belief. In order to fit another, they must hack open a space in a heart that's already full- and they aren't sure at whose expense they can do that, if at all.
A character coming to the horrifying realization that they had been worshiping a false god their entire lives, but they don't know how to stop.
A character whose partner struggles with feelings of unworthiness, but they simply don't understand why: to them, their partner is so far out of their league, being given a chance to love them feels like trying to hold water in a clenched fist.
A character who is a compulsive liar, but yearns for nothing but to tell the truth. A character who is tired, so goddamn tired, of lying, but just cannot fucking stop.
A character whose kindest, most heartfelt words always strain against angry, clenched teeth: I'm sorry, that's not what I meant, come back, please, I love you.
A character who's been made well aware of their own caustic personality, slowly realizing that... in reality, they are much softer than they would have ever thought. People have simply been lying to them. And for that, they are furious.
A character whose anger is barely contained by their very bodies, whose contours seem to blur with vibrating rage, and yet when asked how they're feeling, all they can say is 'fine': their tongue, bound by oath.
A character who hates the way their eyes still flinch when someone raises their hand or their voice, and is disgusted by the bile rising in their throats at a friendly touch. They should bloody well be over this by now, why are they still not over it?
A character who holds their anger in a white-knuckled fist, and refuses to let go- even though they are well aware that not only does it no longer serve them, it's also acting as a painful bruise to poke at, and it is still a justification, a reminder that the hurt they suffered really did happen.
A character who feels overwhelming guilt, simply because they are no longer feeling sad enough. A character whose guilt stems from the very act of them healing.
A character who tells themselves, over and over again, that this, this is fine, this is enough, they are satisfied. And they are the only ones who know that they are lying.
A character the narrative just will not allow to die. A character who is practically sobbing on their hands and knees, fists beaten raw and bloody on the ground, begging the narrative to let them die... only to be denied.
#aaaaand i've kind of used most of them with my current cast lol#squirrel writes#but i think it works maybe as inspiration?#if I can be so presumptuous?#writing prompt#character prompt#maybe idk#tossing it into the wall of ether like so many boiled peas#seeing if any stick#i highlighted those words because i like them#no other reason really
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You’re definitely going to get a bunch of Asheera/Shadowheart asks for that Touching thing, so I’m throwing my Minthara ones in here too.
Minthara/Orin, 37 kissing it better
Minthara/Lae’zel, 57 kissing with trembling lips
Any pairing you’re feeling good about, 45 comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together
I expected something like this lol, thank you! I'll do all of these, but for right now I'm gonna pick the Minthara/Lae'zel prompt.
You can send in one of these prompts + a ship/platonic pairing and I'll write a li'l ficlet!
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Kisses 57 (kissing with trembling lips)~ CW for character death
"You told me your spell would work!" Lae'zel shrieked at the woman standing over a still figure in the dark heart of the Temple of Bhaal. "Shadowheart, do not fail me now."
Something stirred in her limbs at seeing Minthara with her eyes closed. Blood caked her face, left vacant and in stasis in a quiet repose. Like this, she would never know the death of her tormentor. Lae'zel's promise to bring her Orin's head, a trophy, would remain unnoticed. Unknown and forgotten.
"It's been too long." Shadowheart's hands ceased threading violet light around Minthara's unmoving chest. "Lae'zel, I'm sorry—"
"Out of my way. Go, make use of yourself elsewhere away from her." She shoved the foolish cleric out of her way, kneeling in front of Minthara.
Her body. Her corpse.
No.
Lae'zel clenched her fists and blinked away whatever welled in her eyes. The sensation in her stomach, much like pain. Unlike a sword or hammer, it showed no blood but it bled her nevertheless. Forced her to the ground closer to Minthara, her skin a paler shade of purple closer to gray now. With a growl, Lae'zel slammed her fist into the blood-soaked stones beneath her.
"You will wake now," Lae'zel said stupidly. She knew it was pointless. "Open your eyes, and look into mine again."
Minthara remained still.
Leaning down, Lae'zel took Minthara's cold face in her hands. The strange feeling overwhelmed Lae'zel, and she leaned down to brush her trembling lips against Minthara's as if it would do anything. There was no response.
"We need to leave, and soon," warned Tav from behind Lae'zel. "The rest of the Bhaalists are none too happy with us. We'll get her to Withers. He can make this right."
"Of course," Shadowheart said, "how could I forget that ever helpful sack of dust?"
Lae'zel took Minthara into her arms, lifting her up so that her legs dangled from one of Lae'zel's arms and her head lolled on the other. Without a word, she turned to the great chasm they'd crossed. The trample of footsteps was obvious on the stone bridge, and Lae'zel counted no more than six. Plenty to sate her growing bloodthirst. The need to cease feeling the strange emotion inside.
Shifting Minthara's body weight to one arm, Lae'zel slung her over one shoulder. Striding out onto the bridge, breaths steadied and with a renewed purpose, Lae'zel drew her sword.
When next they spoke, Lae'zel would have that kiss on warm lips once more.
#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#minthara baenre#lae'zel#minthara x lae'zel#my fic#anotheropti prompt fics#unnamed tav because I'm too tired to think of names and I don't remember if I named the tav in my minthara/lae'zel fics lmfao#music to go with this one: opeth's april ethereal
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DpxDc promt
Danny knows he can get a bit hyper focused. Especially if it concerns him personally. So maybe he didn’t notice that other places also had ghost problems. So what? He fixed it didn’t he. He even said sorry, all right. He will pay more attention from now on.
The Justice League, probably: It’s alright, we forgive you, but what did you do with them?
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dcxdp prompt#your choice who is the ghost#or ghosts#could be villains could be heros#could be both#and some civilians mixed in for flavor#could be they all come from one place that was very ecto contaminated#or due to the portal the whole of the US/the world has higher levels of ectoplasm#at least some of the ghosts didn’t know they were dead#they just assumed they had the metha gene#or some other weird reason for gaining powers#the justice league tries to convince Danny to release them#at least the hero’s and civilians#if they don’t hurt anyone why can’t they just live their (un)live like they want to#Danny knows a good reason#and they do too#they don’t have to pretend to be nice in front of him#they are government hero’s#he knows exactly how the government stands towards ghosts#the anti-ecto-laws where signed less than a year ago#he won’t give them any experimental subjects for their racial pseudoscience torture#not even the evil one#these ghosts stay right here where he knows they are save#choose if he makes this speech as Phantom or as Fenton#ether way Sam is standing right beside him#holding a megaphone#it doesn’t take longer than ten minutes until there is a protest about ghost right#rose prompt
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ironstrange
song said " i'll hold your hand if you hold mine, the time that we kill keeps us alive"
and my brain said : tony and strange have to escape from something absolutely horrific by travelling through time thanks to the stone (we'll pretend the stone does that) but then stuff keeps happening and they have to destroy the stone.
#the-c-odd-prompt#codd-sequel#i didnt say it was a GOOD prompt#literally just cleaning my drafts#it's not bad enough to delete so let's let it get lost in the ether
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Hello! I was reading through your writings, which are absolutely amazing, and something has occurred to me. Kevin apparently doesn't dream because of Strex, but reader definitely does, and that is going to be rough for them soon after arriving in Desert Bluffs. It's probably made worse by the fact that nobody in Desert Bluffs apparently has nightmares anymore, and I think it's a neat conflict. This is probably a bit rambly, but I hope I got the point across alright. Thank you for your time and have a great rest of your day!
Sleep.
It is something that most creatures eventually need to do--to fall into a deep slumber and allow themselves the gentle but temporary respite from the waking hours of reality. For some, it is a time of growth and healing, of separation from moments of sadness and pain that grow farther with every evening of soft unconsciousness.
For most, to sleep is to dream.
To dream is to experience the wonders of a truly unhindered imagination, letting it wander deep into the dark sea of endless possibilities. One may re-experience the memories of moments long-since passed, or perhaps play out the nervous future that is yet to come. When one dreams, it is with the endless freedom that is rarely ever allowed by the universe then they are awake--a freedom that can never be stolen away.
Or so you once thought.
With every passing evening pulling you farther from the moment you stepped foot into Desert Bluffs, your nocturnal sea becomes more muddied and indistinct. Once you had seen colors beyond wonder, heard noises of symphonic beauty, felt the rush of life... But now, even the dreams themselves feel like distant memories that are barely whispers upon the wind.
Nobody dreams in Desert Bluffs, or so you had found out. Nobody has nightmares either.
From the waking weight of a thousand suns, Strexcorp reaches its claws of numbers and progress and productivity deep into the unconscious psyche of the entire town. It drains the color, the sound, the sense of joy and leaving nothing but a brief and dark silence that is sharply broken by the shrill noise of an alarm clock long before the sun has begun to rise.
You remember what it feels like to dream, like someone trying to recall a story told by someone who themselves had nearly forgotten it. The rest of Desert Bluff is not nearly as lucky however, since most of them can't so much as comprehend the concept of such blissful freedoms outside the pressure their jobs have over them from one day to the next.
When you had admitted as much to Kevin, you remember him looking upon you with the strangest expression, bittersweet and silent. It would be a long time before you would come to recognize that look as one of both longing and pain.
"You'll get used to it," is all he could offer in assurance with a smile that, despite the scars, never reached his eyes at all.
#wtnv#writing#drabble#prompt drabble#kevin drabble#wtnv kevin#kevin wtnv#i forgot my own tags#ngl this one really made me think#something oddly ethereal in the concept of dreams themselves being stolen away
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