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spookytragedyshark · 1 year
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Random idea
Danny can open windows to other realties just fine but portals are another thing.
Naturally according portals are rare in the DC realties. Seeing each of the batfam in a battle of death not unlike his own Danny resolves to help. Dyeing and being brought back has side effects even if they pretend to not recognize them and Danny knows why. Trauma sucks.
So Danny as King of the Infinite Realms places a price on the soul of one John Constantine. He sorts out the hellish mess buying the contracts from each of them. It was not easy but none of them could officially claim his soul with so many wanting it.
That was how John Constantine was summoned to the Infinite realms because if one owns a soul then they can summon it to their home reality.
"I'd pay the Devil Twice as much to keep your soul." - I am a righteous hand of God- Danny choose to sing as the activation.
John was forced to find a scientist that could understand and build the ghost portal or be tormented with memes.
Was not Johns fault if the portal is too small for a human form and Danny had to take a much smaller animalistic form..
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spacedace · 1 year
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So I don't know a whole lot about DC/Batman canon but I do recall seeing something about Tim trying to clone people (his parents? I'm unclear about what happened to them but I think remember seeing something about cloning) and I feel like there's some good opportunities for some dc x dp stuff there.
Like, don't get me wrong I love everything where Danny and/or Elle adopt Con, but consider:
Tim, waking up after passing out from sleep deprivation for the nth time that month, groggily becoming aware of some guy sitting - wait no, floating, he's crisscross applesauce a full foot above the bed - staring at him unblinking. And Tim has half a second to think this white haired, weird looking - is he green? He kinda looks his skin is green, and h's glowing a little? - guy is his (okay, he can admit it, pretty attractive) sleep paralysis demon before attractive-sllep-paralysis-demon gives him a terrifying smile - oh God that's way too many teeth and they are way too sharp and why is that doing something for him??? - and says:
"Oh good you're up! We can get started then."
And then pulls out a laptop from somewhere?? And turning it so that Tim can see there's a PowerPoint pulled up with "So You've Started Cloning People: The Ethics and Responsibilities of Creating and Caring for Your Clone Children (AKA: How Not to be a Total Fruitloop)" It's entirely in comic sans.
Danny is just happy that things are going better than when he tried to do this with that bald weirdo in Metropolis. Though at least he'd been able to snack on the guy's rock candy while he did his presentation there. Maybe cute-sleep-deprived guy would be down for breakfast after this, provided Danny doesn't have to body him for being a shitty Clone dad.
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l-michalska-writer · 1 year
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Reactions to being punched:
Well, I deserved that.
That was uncalled for.
Didn’t see THAT coming.
What was that for?
Oh, come on, honey.
I taught you better than that.
Thought you were stronger.
You punch just like my father.
That’s how you want to play it? Fine.
That’s all you have?
So it begins.
So it's the real you.
Turns out you're no better than your father.
Guess I should have seen it coming, huh?
After all, you're not such a gentleman, are you?
I know why you punched HIM, but ME?
You punch better than I thought.
Bring it on.
Motherfucker!
Let me explain!
Ow.
Honey, you punch like a girl.
That’s fair.
There's this monster I saw in your father.
You want to hit me again? Go for it. I'm used to it.
To think I thought you were better than him...
I wondered where this monster in you went. I guess he came back.
I thought you could control your anger.
You want to hit me?! Then hit me like you used to hit her!
I finally see what you've become.
Just let me speak!
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a-scattering-of-stars · 2 months
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Your hair always looks its best just as you're going to bed for two reasons:
1. The god of sleep and dreams has a big fat crush on you
2. The local deity ships you with him and has decided to grant you heavenly beauty when you retire for the day.
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teeth-and-tea · 10 months
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Hmmmmm, Monster Hunter Wolfwood who is a werewolf and uses his Super Sniffer and Self Loathing to aid in his quest to keep humanity safe. He's sent on a mission to rid the world of one of its oldest vampires, only to find him and know immediately, "that's no vampire... So what is he?"
Seraphim. The word he's looking for is Seraphim.
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dragonsrule18 · 1 year
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Another Silly Writing Prompt
Character A has a stash of chocolate(or some other junk food) that they hide in the oddest place.  Character B rolls their eyes fondly about it, but always sneakily add more of Character A’s favorite treat to the stash when they aren’t looking, just to make them smile.
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grtmnick · 4 months
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SwanQueen story prompt:
Regina Mills is catapulted rearward through time upon sharing true love's kiss with her savior Emma Swan, and the resulting breaking of the Dark Cruse.
Now the Evil Queen must re-live the final few days of the worst years of her past life in the Enchanted Forest, all while burdened with the foreknowledge of what she must again do, if she ever hopes to return to Storybrooke and reunite with her soulmate.
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the-drunk-game-master · 2 months
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I don't usually do this, but here's a fanfic prompt:
Doctor Strange and Spider-Man both had an intense battle, and Spider-Man is heavily wounded. Doctor Strange needs him to hold on, so he tells him that his uncle is proud of him.
How Dr. Strange was able to receive that information is up to you, go crazy.
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Mitsuki’s good Parenting, Hurt/comfort, Chapter 362 spoilers
Katsuki survives the attack but the scar on his face cannot be healed entirely. He struggles with his self esteem and avoids his parents, convinced that they’ll only care about how bad it looks and how he’s ruined his face. He braces himself for his mother’s disappointment when he’s finally released, body tensing and breath held as cradles his face in her hands, rubbing a thumb over the scarred tissue and studying him closely.
He’s prepared for the worst, and he gets it. Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers.
“I thought I lost you.”
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was just struck with A Thought:
soulmate au where soulmates get each other’s scars and tattoos and soulmate a gets a very meaningful and symbolic tattoo (semicolon came to my mind but it could be anything tbh) and soulmate b knows what it means, at least on a baseline level. not long after, soulmate b gets a small heart or something near enough to soulmate a’s tattoo to be noticed and recognized for what it is - a message of love and support, even though they haven’t met yet.
anyways i lack the brain cells and also willpower to write this so if anyone wants to please be my guest (and i’d love to be tagged in it if you write and post it!)
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fanfic prompt - write anything you want BUT you have to include "[insert name here]'s got it/her, dontcha big boy?" from stranger things
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bebx · 7 months
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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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spacedace · 1 year
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Gotham loved all her children fiercely.
Every single parent working three jobs, every corrupt politician lining their pockets with tax payer money, every exhausted student scraping by on rent, every doctor, drug dealer, lawyer and killer. She loved them all. Even those she hated beyond words, beyond ability to comprehend, those of her children so filled with evil not even a mother’s love could excuse or condone, even those she still loved.
They were all pieces of herself. As much a part of her as her cracked pavement and unruly parks and dirty cobblestone street skin, as the smoke and smog and storming haze of her hair, as the glint of her stained glass and cctv eyes. Her Populous made her as much as she made them, over years more cursed than blessed, shaping her with their stubbornness and pride and strength.
She did not love equally though. 
It was not something that guilted her. That all children should have equal parts affection were concerns of living things. And though it could never be argued that the Spirit of Gotham was anything but alive, it is not the same as being living. She is a City Spirit, first and foremost. Her children are counted in the millions, and though she knows every second of every life that call her home, there are those that she gives more of her love to than others.
Her Bats and Birds, who flit around her jagged skylines and down her shadowed streets and gave all of themselves to trying to protect so many. She loved them dearly, wanted to do everything in her power to care for them as they cared for her. Had done everything, when it became clear that she hadn’t power enough.
A deal with the King Infinite could be a dangerous thing, a great risk only the most reckless were willing to entertain.
But the King that had instilled such an apprehension in the Infinite Realms was gone now. Stripped of crown and ring and title, consumed in his entirety by his conqueror - though it had taken time and a great deal of danger for the new King to complete that right - Pirah Dark was a bad memory.
Phantom was something else.
And Gotham was willing to be a little reckless in trusting the whispers of her dead that their new ruler was a fair and kind one. That his Obsession was not with power, but with Protection.
That the King could use a little Protection himself, on the mortal side.
She’d made an offer, a Deal.
The King’s Grave Mother accepted on his and their Grave’s behalf. If it was, perhaps, a little underhanded to speak with the Queen Mother rather than the King himself, well. Gotham was born of shady dealings, the language of slanted deals was her first, and she could craft contracts that would put any Fae or Demon to shame.
It was a good deal though. Equal and fair for both sides. She’d been born of human kindness and empathy too, though they were not as easy a touch stone.
The King was kind, and hurt and in need of a protector of his own. His Grave were doing his best, but Halfa were things Between. They could not live all on one side of the veil completely. They needed a place on the mortal side, where they would not need to fear being hunted. Gotham could give them that. Gotham could be that.
What she asked for in return wasn’t so great a price.
If, perhaps, upon the King and his Grave taking up residence within the bounds of her Populous, she gained more than just the power she asked? A mere coincidence. Surely. The other City Spirits were just bitter that their more straight forward Populous hadn’t allowed them to think of such a scheme, to claim otherwise.
Besides, she thinks it still worked out equal enough. Companionship for some of her lonely Birds meant companionship for the King and his Grave as well after all. 
Even if it took a bit of nudging to get them all to fall in place. It was a mother’s right to meddle in the lives of her children, after all. Her duty to help ensure they found good partners. And she was hardly the first parent to feel that nothing short of royalty was good enough for her children.
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Blurb from me figuring out the vibe between the Spirit of Gotham and the Pham in my Gotham’s Favorite Therapist Jazz AU. Also a writing prompt for anyone who wants to run with this haha
Believe it or not, this originally popped up because I had the idea “What if the person Gotham loves most in the world is Alfred because he looks after her favorite kids?” and it turned into this lol Eventually I’ll actually write the scene where Alfred and Gotham sit down and have tea together and talk about their kids.
In this AU/my headcanons Grave is the term Ghosts use to reference family (in the context of people you love and care for, doesn’t have to be actual blood relations or anything and more often than not is used to describe found family).
I just like the idea of a grave being seen as a place of peace and rest and for actual dead/ghosts you find that not in a literal grave but in the people you call your own. Also just like the alliteration of “A Grave of Ghosts” lol
Also have the idea that a Grave has a social structure similar to wolves not in the sense of the shitty incorrect misunderstanding with alpha/beta/omega sense, but in the sense that it’s all family dynamics with one or more families grouped together with parents generally trying to wrangle/look after everyone else. The head(s) of a Grave is called a Grave Parent/Father/Mother (in this case, Jazz being the Grave Mother).
Not referenced in here but gonna add it here anyway: I like the idea that the concept of “Ghost King” is meant to actually be more like “Grave Parent to all Graves and ghosts” rather than actual king, and that Pirah Dark just kinda fucked that whole vibe up with his shit. Just really like the idea of things going back to that with Danny having a more protector role and ghosts start using the title “Grave Father” for him (maybe with some misunderstanding of what that means and folks not in the know thinking it some ominous title lol).
Don’t have time to tag everyone who asked at the moment, but I’ll come back & do that later after work
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l-michalska-writer · 1 year
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Villain prompts
You won't save her.
They won't see what's coming for them.
You won't survive this.
There's no one to save you.
You're only a mortal.
You save everyone, but who saves you?
You really think you can defeat ME?
I won't stop until it's done and they're six feet under.
Don't worry, I already despise you.
Kill them.
Open the fire.
Execute them.
When I kill someone I expect them to stay dead.
If you ever need me, just call my name.
The dark side awaits you.
I'm here to end what I started.
Say your goodbyes while you still have time.
She'll die, unaware of your love.
You call yourself a HERO?
Oh, how I love that you're trying so hard to defeat me.
I wonder when you'll realise I already won.
Even your undying love couldn't save her.
I'm here to kill me.
I'm getting tired of trying to kill you, human.
Fire at will.
You're just a child. You don't stand a chance.
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feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
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teeth-and-tea · 11 months
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If yall wanted to get REAL catholic creepy with Vashwood, please consider:
At some point, Nic has to eat Vash or Knives in SOME capacity. The reason could be anything; it's how to convert (heh) from human to monster, it's how one can keep track of the other, it's a test by someone, etc etc
Wolfwood then knows a FRACTION of what being a plant is like... and it opens up and entire new world of horror for him
Cannibalism of the God is Worship etc etc etc
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