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Lee Eddie and ler Steve with some good ole tummy raspberries 🥰
I'm gonna be real with you. If this is a prompt it really doesn't strike my fancy because I'm not a fan of raspberries (I could MAYBE write raspberries to the neck) but I can also just not picture them doing that lmao? I'm sorry, it's a cute image tho!
#ask#declined#been talking to raspberry about how sometimes things we don't like get prompted and we instantly feel an aversion to them#aversion sounds harsh but you know what I mean#but that if we ourselves get the idea or image in our head without it being prompted it's different#so if you've seen me write raspberries before or in the future just know I did it because it felt natural for that particular fic#but in general I have things I don't like writing and obivously you guys can't know them all so I'm never like#mad at you for prompting them#but yeah declining this but still open for more steddie prompts!
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“Take my hand” a comic for NaruMitsu Week 2023
day 1 - lies & secrets - 2 - 3 - 4
#nmweek23#narumitsu#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#probably more accurate to say this is mnm? or nmn or whatever lol#so treat the ship name lightly and dont get mad when miles [redacted redacted redacted redacted] yknow?#i wouldnt spoil it wheres the fun in that ¬‿¬#fan art#fan comic#aa#rendevok#this is like. vaguely aa5 and on because i couldnt be assed to play those games yet#love their waistcoats tho YUM#also future warning i still suck at writing so if this is ooc! i’m sorry idk what im doing but i sure am doing it bb#i’ll update this post with links to the others as i post them! you’re in for about 30 pages so ♡ ♡ ♡ hope you have an appetite for sweets#(i say as if i didnt just post angst) IT WAS THE PROMPTS. THE PROMPTS MADE ME DO IT
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DP x DC Prompt: The Watchlist
Batman has a watchlist. A list that contains every individual who could become a rouge and a contingency plan for if they did.
And while they, his children, often make fun of his paranoia and him for having it, they totally understand why he did. They lived in Gotham, for Christ's sake. Where everyone’s just a pin drop away from being the city’s next big villain, forcing the bats to scratch their heads while playing cat and mouse with a sicko for a good few weeks. And while they won’t admit it, the list has helped them a few times.
But that won’t stop them from making fun of any of the list’s new developments. Because you see, there was a new list. And it wasn’t just a watchlist. No, no, no. It was The Watchlist.
It was a new development after he and Robin went on an out-of-state mission to investigate some town in bum fuck nowhere Illinois. And it was under some pretty tight security as well, so they were expecting something good, like mad scientists or evil mayors. Not profiles of the kids who lived in the town. And while there were a few metas and vigilantes that made the list interesting, by the end of it all they just seemed to be teenagers.
Until they saw Damian. They hadn’t seen him since he came back from the mission with B. He looked tired. Like ‘Tim hasn’t slept in a week and is surviving on just coffee beans’ tired.
“Ah, I see you all have found it. Good. A few of them will be arriving next week as they’re a part of Gotham Academy’s student exchange program. At least three of them will be staying in the manor with us. Father will need you all to be on standby and to be ready for any possible scenario. Please, for the love of all that is good, do not encourage them in any way, shape, or form. And please do not dismiss them either. The outcome of doing that will be much worse. Is there more that I should add? Yes. Will I? No, because you won’t understand. Not until you've seen what I have.”
The demon child sighed, then looked them dead in the eyes. “Godspeed to us all.” Then walked away.
Okay, they were scared now.
#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#dp dc crossover#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#Batman and Robin went to Amity Park to investigate two mad scientists who were dealing with Lazuars waters#and instead#witness teenagers dealing with The Horrors (tm) like it was an everyday thing#because for them it is#Bruce KNOWS that the moment any of these kids crack its the end of the world as they know it#i like to think that all the kids are liminals and have powers but some aren't out about it as others#Danny knows that there's an outside entity in Amity but they don't seem hostile#protective even#so he leaves them be#i'm honestly not too sure what the profiles would look like#but i do know that they would look pretty normal until you either read into them too much#or was there to witness the shit he has witness#he's scared of those kids#but also want to protect/save them#cause the GIW still exist#and while not bad parents Fentons they aren't really good either#none of the parents are tbh
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Prompt 102
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-”
Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well.
“You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together.
“And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up.
Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-
“You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.”
Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this.
“Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling.
“-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling?
All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members.
“And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with.
“... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting.
Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompts#Bruce is so done#Danny: I would have a guardian but the observants locked him up in his clocktower 'cause he used to date the king#Marvel: Does Tawny count?? Like he's a tiger but he also talks and is sapient...#Klarion: Mother Chaos is busy so dropped me off in this world to play#Bruce: Oh no#Bruce already filling out temporary custody papers: Oh No#Bruce: Do any of you know how to do human things#Danny: Oh my human caretakers were mad scientists-#Bruce: OH NO#Marvel: Oh when I'm smaller the street kids help me out#Bruce grabbing a blanket: OH NO#Klarion: I am doing good at being human a completely normal thing to want a good grade in#Bruce already bundling them up: OH NO#They all have familiars lmao#Klarion has Teekl the cat#Danny has Cujo the dog#Billy has Tawny the tiger#JL in the other room having a breakdown or five#Why yes they were fighting a literal child#And yes apparently they did let in another child and literal toddler#Danny: Hold on can I at least get my sister before we go anywhere#Bruce: Hnnnn#His kids are going to laugh at him for bringing home 4 kids
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idk I'd still hear the plan out 😔
Lokius Incorrect Quotes [9/∞]
#mobius#loki#lokius#mcuedit#marveledit#lokiedit#tbh mobius wouldn't even be that mad he'd just be like not murder AGAIN that's so old 🙄😂#therefore prompting a debate about all loki's pranks not involving murder because excuse you there's plenty and them comparing their favs#which is obviously more important than anything in the multiverse lol#owen wilson#tom hiddleston#lokius incorrect quotes#owenwilsonedit#marvel#dianagifs
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Reckless
Dialogue Prompts for reckless self-sacrifice:
"Did it just not cross your mind that some of us care about whether you live to see next week or not?"
"...Hey, no - don't try it. Just, just stop, I know what you're thinking, but please don't--"
"You're walking a thin line between casual self-endangerment and reckless self-destruction."
#whump#whumpril2024#whumprilday5#reckless#I like this prompt a lot and love reading it as a trope I just cant think of any other ideas for it rn#love me a whumpee who knows exactly where the line is between recklessness and common sense and chooses the former every time#love me some mad angry caretaking with a nice heaping dash of blame thrown in#love it when the whumper is just like 'seriously you're really gonna walk right into my trap seriously is it my birthday or smth??'#and the whumpee is like 'hey man i'll do anything for my friends just promise you'll leave them alone and i'll do whatever you want'#and whumper is like 'oh ok cool stashing that one in my back pocket to use on a rainy day'
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I saw this post the other day that said something about how back in The Day, most sitcoms were about a group of friends or a family, and very little was ever said about their jobs and what they do for a living. And now all sitcoms are set in a workplace and very little is said about people’s lives outside of work and I just wanna say; Ever since I read that post, I have been ripping my hair out.
Because like. Yeah. That’s basically it, isn’t it? In the 80s and 90s it was all about hanging out with your friends at the coffee house or spending time with your family after work and on the weekends, and that was the most important thing in these characters lives, and now it’s just. Work. Friends outside of work? Don’t exist. Family outside of work? Don’t matter. “Workplace romances” is such an overused trope nowadays because these characters don’t meet anyone outside of work. And it’s never really fulfilling work, either. Normally it’s an office or someplace where people wish they were doing something else.
Kicking, screaming, biting ect ect.
#IM SO MAD ABOUT THIS#like this is literally the most upsetting thing in the world to me#the fact that even the media we consume nowadays reflects this weird grind culture thing#don’t meet anyone outside of work#all of your main milestones and celebrations in life revolve around work#your friends and family don’t matter as long as you have a place to work#I AM GOING TO CRY#remember that episode of Friends where Chandler realises he hates his job and just randomly quits#and then Monica is confused for a second and the. he says something along the lines of#oh well. it’s just a job. I’ll get another one.#and this all happened because they forced him to work through Christmas Eve so he couldn’t spend it with his friends or Monica.. ???#remember how in TV shows a character working through Christmas Eve would prompt them to just randomly walk out..?#and realise their worth as an employee..?#and now it’s just A Cute Christmas Episode#because all these characters do is work#THIS IS UPSETTING#ray rants and junk#personal#the office#b99#parks and rec#abbott elementary#superstore#also I don’t remember the original post or who made it unfortunately but they put it much more elegantly than I have here lol
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every time you see news about an athlete competing while injured and everyone's reactions are praising them like a hero bc that means they actually care about the team/sport/competition or whatever, imagine me as a dog barking at an evil creature in a horror movie. thanks
#the day we STOP glorifying pain i will finally know peace#try being in pain 24/7 !!!!! then tell me again it's a heroic and morally good !!!!!!! also fuck off#it's not heroic it's not good it's not manly it's not caring about winning what it IS is dangerous and reckless#and risking permanent damage and a disability#and i bet you fuckers would then start complaining about that same athlete 'underperforming' and 'not putting in enough effort' and shit#when maybe. MAYBE. if they'd taken care of the injury when it first arose that shit wouldn't have got worse and become a Big fucking problem#to be clear when i say you i mean a vague general you i see this all the time and rn it's aimed at no one in particular#and also i'm not blaming the athetles who keep competing through injuries i don't think it's their fault#i'm blaming these shit fucking reactions that everyone KEEPS having when it happens. pundits commentators fans etc#everyone is always praising these athletes these PEOPLE for how brave and daring they are for ignoring the pain they're in so they can help#the team or get a chance to win a race or a medal or a trophy or whatever#i understand it's not an easy or fun decision as a pro athlete to give up a chance at winning something#but i think we should DEFINITELY still encourage them to fucking give it up!!! even if it sucks even if it's a big win they're giving up!!#bc the risk of the injury getting worse and permanent and fucking up their career their LIFE for a very very long time if not forever is#just not worth it and not a risk to be taken lightly#i can't believe i have to keep complaining about this!!! still!!!!!! when will everyone learn!!!!!#what prompted this rant might not even be that bad but really i don't care the culture around this in sports needs to change asap#rant over i'm fucking MAD. and in pain (funnily enough lol)#nico.txt
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11. “I’m not fine. I know I said I was but I’m not.” for sashnetra
Idk what this is I finished it tonight as part of my goal to publish something every month 😂 it’s not really hurt/comfort, it’s not really angst, but some secret third thing. I hope you enjoy regardless!
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Sasha looked across the table at her girlfriend. Anetra was pushing the food around her plate wordlessly, eyes glued to the table. It wasn’t like her, and Sasha was worried.
“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?” Sasha asked for what was probably the fiftieth time that night.
“Yes, and stop asking.” Anetra said curtly, spearing her fork into a steamed carrot with far more force than necessary.
Sasha sighed, pressing her fingers into her temples and counting to 5 in her head. It wouldn’t do anyone any good for her to snap at Anetra right now, but she was at her wits end trying to get her to open up.
“Sweethea—“
“I’m fine, Sasha. Stop patronizing me,” Anetra interjected, finally tearing her gaze away from her uneaten plate of food to glare at Sasha.
It caught Sasha off guard, and she felt her palms go slightly clammy. All she wanted to do was help, but somehow she’d made an even bigger mess of this. Still, she couldn’t just drop the subject. In the six months they had been together, Sasha had never once seen Anetra like this.
Anetra seemed to notice the minute change in Sasha’s demeanor. That or the weight of whatever was happening became too much.
It looked like Anetra deflated. Her shoulders sagged and her irate expression melted off to something hollow and haunted. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset,” she mumbled. Sasha’s heart broke a little. Carefully, she extended her hand, supine. After a moment’s hesitation, Anetra reached out, entwining their fingers and squeezing gently.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” Sasha started carefully, rubbing her thumb along the back of Anetra’s hand. Anetra swallowed thickly and Sasha watched, gauging whether or not she was about to try.
“You didn’t– It’s nothing–” She cut herself off to stare at the ceiling in a move Sasha knew all too well. She was trying to keep tears at bay. “I just… I’m not fine. I know I said I was, but I'm not,” she said finally, blinking hard before meeting Sasha’s eyes again. Sasha’s heart broke again.
“Oh, my baby. Come here – dinner can wait,” she said softly, squeezing Anetra’s hand.
Anetra bit her lip harshly, hard enough to leave an imprint. “Can we go to the couch?”
“Of course we can.” Sasha stood up, keeping her grasp firm enough to hopefully be grounding.
They walked, hand-in hand, across the threshold into the living room. Sasha sat down first, pulling Anetra down so she was on her lap, arms snaking around her waist. “Is this okay?”
Anetra just nodded, burrowing into Sasha’s frame. It seemed, from the outside at least, that she was trying to make herself smaller. Sasha’s grip tightened minutely. “Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to.”
Anetra shifted, nuzzling her face into Sasha’s shoulder before speaking. “I ran into Marcia.” Her voice was muffled, talking directly into the soft wool of Sasha’s cardigan. “At the store.”
Sasha swallowed a lump, trying to keep her own emotions in check. Anetra needed her to be strong right now. “Oh love, I’m sorry, that must have been jarring. Did she say anything to you?”
Anetra shook her head and Sasha could have sworn she heard a tiny sniffle. “She acted like she didn’t even know me… We were together for five fucking years and she acted like I was a total stranger,” Anetra’s voice broke and Sasha held her close, rubbing circles onto her back.
“I’m so sorry…” Sasha felt helpless. She didn’t know what to say, how to comfort Anetra. How could she possibly condense 5 years worth of relationship trauma into a genuine comfort? It felt like an impossible task. Useless platitudes sat on the tip of her tongue. “You deserve better than that,” she tried finally.
Anetra pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “Yeah. I do. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She carefully unwound herself from Sasha’s grip, standing up and heading towards the hall before Sasha could think of anything to say. Anetra paused at the entrance to the hallway, looking back at Sasha. “I love you,” she said quietly.
“I love you too,” Sasha replied. Anetra gave her a tiny smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Sasha leaned back, groaning and rubbing her face. I love you just wasn’t enough. She needed to come up with a plan to cheer Anetra up, and fast.
#I haven’t written Sashnetra in so long#so this does not match the dynamic of the other things I’ve written of them#but it’s a different au a different universe yknow :)#also sorry Marcia I came up with this premise when I was still mad at you xoxoxo#drag race#rpdr#RuPaul’s drag race#Anetra#Sasha Colby#Sashnetra#drag race 15#rpdr 15#RuPaul’s drag race 15#drag race fanfic#drag race fanfiction#asks#ask#anon#prompt request#my writing#unedited as always ofc
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Even More Hannigram Prompts
Will and Hannibal are established/married but it's AU where they are not on the run: Will is in his cunty era, very Season 2 or Season 3B personality, and Hannibal is incredibly wifey and sweet to his eternally-annoyed-bitchy husband, takes his coat when he gets home, "dinner's ready" vibes, very "aww look at my feisty kitten, how cute" cue to will's annoyed face. Goodbye kisses at the door, smoothing out his tie, and all that fun. Just very domestic, sweet+cunty couple, fancy rich husbands. This is more of a whole fic prompt.
Season 2 AU where everything works out and they run off pls someone heal this wound.
Will's crush on Hannibal in Season 1. Could be a retell of some s1 moments and Will's thoughts and feelings before he found out about Hannibal's real identity. The way he trusted him so much and the ambulance scene, pls someone write that one!
Hannibal gets the death sentence in S3.
Season 2 AU where Margot has the baby and it's a spitting image of Will and Hannibal is like omg murder family 2.0
#if you do them tag me so I can read them pls#might tackle some of these myself#hannigram#nbc hannibal#hannibal#will graham#hugh dancy#murder husbands#hannibal lecter#mads mikkelsen#fanfic#fic rec#writing prompt#fic prompt
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Hello, I heard you say that people don't send you many asks anymore, that needs to be changed immediately!!
Can I request a high school au with sticky notes? Something short and fluffy?
Okay, love you, byeeee!!! 💖💖💖
Gentlepeople of the world, may I present my lovely fiance? I love you so muchhhh! Thank youuuu! And yes of course you may! I love me some sticky notes!
Willie catches one glimpse of Julie on her way to class and reaches for the pad of sticky notes in their backpack. Her hunched shoulders and oversized blue and black flannel(probably Ray's) illustrate how she's feeling more than any words could. No time to catch her in the passing period, but he can probably get to her locker before she does after history.
They slide into their seat just as the bell rings. Reggie shoots him a smile from his spot a few seats over. Willie returns it, and doesn't miss the big A written at the top of the quiz Mr. Hood hands him a minute later. Willie's only has a B+, but he's happy with it. Mr. Hood starts talking about some club thing after that, so Willie sets his pad of sticky notes down just inside their desk to write. They have a few to write since this morning.
A hype up note for Julie, along with a dumb joke to make her smile on her bad day.
A good luck note to Carrie for her dance performance this afternoon.
A congrats note to Reggie for his history grade, which Willie knows he worked hard for.
A reminder to Luke that they're all doing dinner at the Molinas' tonight, cause he always forgets that kind of thing.
Willie's not sure when exactly it became A Thing, them writing notes to their friends and leaving them in their lockers throughout the day. His dad is probably to blame for the start of it. Caleb started putting notes in his lunchboxes less than a year after Willie had come to live with him. Usually reminders about appointments or best wishes for tests, but sometimes they just said "I love you" in the magician's curly, elegant handwriting.
So when Willie finally made friends, it only made sense to start writing the same notes to them.
He carefully folds the notes and tucks them into his pocket for later. As fun as it would be to ask for a bathroom pass and just happen to pass all his friends' lockers on the way, they'd gotten in trouble for that a couple of times already this year. He should probably try and pay attention.
After class finally ends, they dart out of the room. He's not sure he'll be able to get everyone before they reach their lockers, but he's certainly going to try.
When he's finished and stops for a second at his own locker, Willie is greeted by Alex's soft smile as the drummer leans against his own locker. Willie doesn't dare press his own lips against Alex's, they aren't really out as a couple at school, but they return his grin and brush their fingers against his on the way to his locker handle.
"How was history?" Alex asks.
"Same old," Willie responds with a shrug. "Bunch of straight white guys making up rules and ruining everyone else's lives."
"Youch, sounds like fun," Alex says sarcastically just as Willie swings his locker open.
Willie steps back, startled, as a bunch of slips of paper fall out of their locker. They're all little squares, uniform in size if not in color. And now they're on the floor all around their feet.
"Whoops," Alex mutters, dropping to his knees and starting to gather the papers.
Willie quickly joins him on the floor and scoops up a few of the slips. It takes the two of them a minute to gather them all. Just as they finish, the bell rings.
Alex swears under his breath and hands his stack of paper to Willie. "I gotta get to class, sorry," he says, offering a smile before hurrying off.
Willie stuffs the papers into his back pocket and slams his locker shut. At least he's already close to their English classroom. A quick dash later, he's sliding into his seat just as the teacher calls his name for roll call.
With trying to pay attention in class and not get distracted by the spring leaves on the tree outside, Willie totally forgets about the papers until study hall, his last period of the day.
They shift in their chair for the millionth time, trying to get comfortable. Their pocket just feels weird underneath him. Willie reaches back to make sure some old receipt didn't end up in there or something. But instead he finds a bunch of colorful sticky notes.
Willie frowns down at the crumpled slips. Sure, he slips notes into people's lockers all the time, but he doesn't get them back much. And never this many at once. He starts laying them out across his desk, grateful for a teacher who mostly ignores them the whole period.
Each paper has a single letter on it, which was odd, but they're all written in a very familiar hand. Willie smiles softly. Alex's awkward fumbling for them suddenly makes a lot more sense.
The letters are P, W, O, M, T, H, E, I, another M, and R, with a ? on the final note. Willie grins at the challenge and begins rearranging them into words. The worm? Moth prim? Their Mom?
Oh.
Willie feels like his heartbeat can probably be heard by the whole school as they fumble for their own notepad.
YES, I would LOVE to go to prom with you!!!! they write on the little blue paper. Though maybe this one can be a hand delivery, rather than being slipped into Alex's locker. It is the end of the day after all. No use leaving their boyfriend on pins and needles any longer.
Willie carefully tucks Alex's notes into a folder, probably looking like an idiot for how wide he's grinning but not caring in the slightest. Alex just asked him to prom! Which means coming out together. Being them. For the whole school to see.
Willie can't wait.
#legolas tag#julie and the phantoms#jatp#jatp fanfic#willex#alex mercer#willie jatp#they're so soft#I love them so muchhhh#thank you again Linden for this prompt!!!#a promposal wasn't my original plan#but I am NOT mad about it!#I have a Willex obsession it's fine
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Hello, my very talented and skilled friend 💕
I’d be absolutely thrilled if you would draw something that both you and I want to see: a sweet kiss between Will and Hannibal 😍
Heck yeah!! Murder Husbands! 🔪💕 😘
Our OBSESSION @malienessan ❤️ lol. lurv you~
#I love them so dang much!!!😭#Hope you love it Malin~✨#I’ve been practicing drawing them for sometime now#I need to do more 😉#sweet kiss#😍#murder husbands#Hannibal#will graham#hannigram#hannigram fanart#Hannibal fanart#fanart#mads mikkelsen#hugh dancy#art prompt#kdc art#kaluwa del conte art#kaluwa-del-conte art#kaluwa del conte#digital art#art#I'm bad at coloring 🥲#I like my line art more tbh
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Almost finished reading Dungeon Meshi and I got an idea
So in Dungeon Meshi or Delicious in Dungeon, there are these... dungeons.
And from what I have gathered dungeons can be made naturally or artificially but both types have the same few things in common.
They are made to contain demons
They attract adventures
The dungeons have lords who manage/control the dungeon and are given the power to do so by the demons
I know that I'm skimming over some important bits, but long story short, the demons come from an alternate dimension called 'The Infinite Realm' and feed off of people's desires, the Lord of the Dungeon's specifically.
That being said... (incoming dp x dc prompt)
Beings from the Infinite Realms aren't ghosts but demons. And while they do still have obsessions, they lack desires. And so, they've become something they hunger for.
Danny learns this the hard way when he accidentally eats his parents' desire to hunt 'ghosts'.
When the endless, all-consuming hunger, that had been growing inside himself became just a bit satisfied by the action, he got scared. He ran to Clockwork, who immediately explained everything to him.
From there he became terrified. He didn't want to eat people's desires, especially considering that he had some of his own. But CW explained that while other demons will most likely never be satisfied no matter how many desires they consume, because of Danny's halfa status he may be able to. (Also it would be a bad thing if the baby starves itself. No one wants the baby to starve!)
To test out this theory, CW pulls (more than) a couple of strings, and soon his dungeon was set up in Gotham City in the DC universe.
He felt a bit bad since he had to set up shop in another ghost's/demon's territory, but Lady Gotham seemed to have taken a liking to him.
Danny takes his time searching for the most desperate person he can find, (Lady Gotham is leading him to some of the most desperate people in her city, aka the Batfam.), and appears to one of them as a fawn (signifying his hunger and current 'lack' of power). He then looks deep into their mind and offers them the power to fulfill all their desires.
The Batfam? They should be better than this, but damn they were in a tight spot and the city is going to shit because the rouges have been more active than ever, and their family is on the verge of crumbling!... And the answer to fix it all was right there, just within their reach.
They held the fawn in their arms gently. Its ivory wings, coat of starlight, and piercing Lazurus green eyes. Gotham began to change.
A few years later, some members of the JL and the JLD are once again trying their hand at clearing the dungeon but are a bit discouraged because last time their team was wiped out completely.
It was inconvenient how their powers were nullified whenever they were inside the dungeon, but they had yet to find a spell to counteract it.
In an attempt to get past the third floor, they teamed with a team called Team Phantom, which comprised two young adult siblings, their 12-year-old sister, and a few teenagers.
Morally, they were against this. No one this young should be trying to clear the dungeon! But on the other hand, this team was the closest to getting to the fourth floor.
Sucking it up, they teamed up with the young dungeon dwellers and quickly found out why they were so close to getting to the third floor.
These kids were skilled. These kids were powerful. These kids were trained. On top of that, they didn't care about their lives! Because these kids? They wouldn't- no! They couldn't die, and they were using it to their advantage.
The JL/JLD now had much more to worry about than clearing the dungeon.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dcxdp#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dp dc crossover#inspired by dungeon meshi#go read it#or watch it#Danny likes delicious meals so he chooses complex people#it could be a single Batfam member that becomes the lord of the dungeon#if thats the case any of them could work#but the batfam as a whole?#*maniacal laughter*#We all know who team phantom is soooo#if Gotham wasn't a hub for the supernatural before it certainly is now#this was a ploy made by CW and LG so that the baby wouldn't starve itself#they didn't expect it to go like this#this is also me pushing my 'Danny is a cool biblically accurate space deer god looking thing with wings thats so wynorrific#it drives you mad by looking at him but you can't fucking stop so you're stuck in the madness of his horrifying beauty' agenda#also#Danny becomes extremely morally grey in this#not good#not evil#just hungry#sorry if this is shit i wrote the first half half asleep and the next half the next morning when I had lost the idea#*cries*#*sobs*
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People are assuming Ashton is outright dismissing Laudna's years alone in the woods and making deals with awful people after death and such, and like. Maybe? But they strike me as smarter than that. They strike me as someone who might even be consecuted. Far older than they seem, with even hints that he entered into new life voluntarily ("this is not who I thought I was going to be.") They were soft, once. And he's no idiot. If they say, "you waking up with people who care about you still there for you is information you have that I don't, and I value hearing what that was like," the good faith response is to ask yourself why the fuck they're so sure they are singular in their other specific experiences. He didn't actively cultivate the ability to open up to Laudna just to condescend to her. Condescension wouldn't have led to a genuine question like that. He might be feeling a little sorry for himself after a bottle or two, but I don't think there's a good reason to assume they're being a jerk yet.
#Except of course the fact that they're always considered a man whenever someone doesn't agree with them#And the people getting mad are all Laudna stans in a very shippy way#I smell bioessentialism and I don't like it#What happens if you stop assuming the worst of people and ask yourself instead what story would prompt their response#Ashton greymoore#cr spoilers
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Do you ever see something on the internet and realise that on the surface, you have the same likes as another, but deeper, a fundamentally different view on the exact same thing? We both like this thing, so much so we put things on the internet about it, but whilst I imagined them bloody and clawing, you made a pink cottagecore stimboard, and you have to understand that it is so incorrect to me
#NOT AIMED AT ANYONE BTW#its something that was slowly festering under my skin for a while and that post prompted this#also feel the need to mention this has actually very little to do with stim board posts or pink or cottagecore#fandom is for you its your space you have what you want in it and none of these things are even the “controversial” likes#im talking about how you see them as cutesy and i see them as angst incarnate#and we both drew that conclusion from the same canon#moss' madness#fandom
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do you think you would ever consider doing one of those "does it make sense/does it compel me" ship things? a couple blogs on here were doing it and i was waiting for you to out of curiosity but you never did
ohhh ummm well probably nottt ? tbh i have mixed feelings on those (((talking about ship games like this in general btw))), just like i have mixed feelings on similar things like ship charts n stuff like that... i think they're inherently fine because i mean, what is a blog if not a place for you to talk about opinions like that? BUT i really believe that most people who do those kinds of things are doing them JUST so they can make fun of ships they dont like
i dont see the point of doing them if you arent a multishipper, which most of the people who do them ARENT because they just go "*their main ships that they post all the time* make sense and are so good! every other ship is BAD AND DOESNT MAKE SENSE AT ALL AND THOSE WHO SHIP THEM ARE WEIRD AND MISCHARACTERIZING MY FAVS !!!" like ok,,, we already knew that you like your main ships,, so this was essentially just an excuse to tell us why you hate everything else ?? to establish your opinion, which we probably already knew, that you think other peoples ships are objectively worse than yours ? whats the point of that ?? why ask for questions about other ships if youre not even slightly open to other ships?????
ive considered posting similar things and i did do some of the saiki k ship chart things for fun (because they ARE really fun) but i never posted any because im not sure i really want to participate in or promote something thats usually just used to put other people down, yk what i mean ??
im always open to conversations of similar nature though !!! i love talking about pretty much any ship, or just listening to people talk about ships they like, whether or not i share the same opinion !! anyone is welcome to talk to me about ships.. if they want...
#this is a cross-fandom issue obviously#it tends to go both ways also#the people doing them usually are just mean to shippers of anything other than their favs#but even when they arent mean at all and simply say like 'i dont rlly like this ship' or wtvr- people will always reply by shitting on them#for not liking their ship... and they probably end up making fun of ops ships aka the exact thing theyre mad about but worse#i just think ship wars are so silly and instigating them is weird..#making ship charts and doing these ship games arent necessarily instigating ship wars all the time but im willing to bet that-#the majority is INTENTIONALLY instigating issues and provoking people...#moral of the story is if you do these but youre not even a little open to multishipping- i dont understand u.. but wtvr its not that deep#fyi even if im not doing a ship game or asking for prompts youre always welcome to ask me about these things#i dont mind#and i will NOT be an asshole about it (definitely not intentionally)#meows post
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