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Poetry Month 2024!!
April is nearly upon us once again, and that means it’s time to get ready for poetry month!! Just as in years past I’m planning to write and share a poem every day, and I could use your help. Send me an ask (or a dm on discord) with a fandom, a character or pairing, and a word or phrase. I’ll mix it all up, throw it in the oven, and see what comes out!
Below is a list of fandoms I’ve either written in the past (or would like to write)…
Battlestar Galactica
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (no Angel, please)
Carry On (the Simon Snow series)
Doctor Who (modern Doctors/companions, plus Eight)
Fringe
Good Omens
Harry Potter (Draco/Neville is my fave but I’ll write just about any character)
His Dark Materials (the books, I’ve still not seen the show!)
Lord of the Rings
The Magnus Archives
Marvel (the Avengers, Venom, Moon Knight)
MASH
The Old Kingdom (book series by Garth Nix)
Our Flag Means Death
The Raven Cycle (I haven’t finished the Dreamer trilogy yet so please no spoilers!!)
The Sandman
Star Trek (TOS/AOS)
Supernatural
The Tortall universe (multiple book series by Tamora Pierce)
Welcome to Night Vale
The Witcher (mostly Netflix, but I have a sprinkling of book and game knowledge)
Thanks so much for all the prompts y’all have sent over the years! It is truly a joy to write for you. 💜💜💜
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Luffy: If you don’t like your surname, you should take Zoro’s. It would suit you.
Ussop: Yeah.
Sanji: *sputtering* That’s not how it works.
Nami: Roronoa Sanji sounds good.
Zoro: It does sound good. You should keep it.
#one piece#one piece live action#roronoa zoro#vinsmoke sanji#zoro x sanji#sanji x zoro#zosan#one piece zosan#op zosan#zosan prompt#prompt#jake talks#zosan incorrect quotes#one piece incorrect quotes#if anyone uses this please give credit#and send me the link because I'm too lazy to write it but I want to read it#k bye#my art stuff
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These peepaws GAY
#if you feel like you've seen this pic before - yes you have i just gave it a little crop and an update#also omg if anyone reads this please send me some leoichi doodle/drabble prompts i need to get my gay on#leoichi#rise of the tmnt#rottmnt#rottmnt fanart#samurai rabbit#usagi chronicles#peepaw leo#future leo#future leonardo#yuichi usagi#usagi yuichi#tervdraws#nqk adjacent
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Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts
Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it
Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways.
Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning.
This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket.
He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard.
Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front.
It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest.
He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back.
Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s.
He’s Buck’s.
He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it.
“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek.
Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror.
Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.
“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks.
“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—”
Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern.
It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.
When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head.
“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll.
“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?”
“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips.
“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away.
“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked.
“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”
It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.
(now on ao3)
#911 on abc#bucktommy#kinley#kinkley#evan buckley#tommy kinard#answered#ficlets#my writing#anonymous#911 spoilers#please im actually dying of how soft this is#also i now headcanon that tommy owns a dog#and his name is hercules#and hes an elderly greyhound who used to be a racing dog#thats just what it is now#thanks so much for sending me this prompt 🥺#also these keep getting so much longer lmao#the feelings are just too intense now#long post
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Ok imagine a sleep talking Tav tells their romance partner “I love you” in their sleep and their partner is just floored at the first time confession in their earnest, too-honest sleep haze and ofc Tav doesn’t remember in the morning
I had to write this for all of them, obviously, because this is so cute.
Thank you so much for this!
Astarion
He scoffs at the confession, taken aback in the moment, defenses rising sky high as he prepares for mockery. When he realizes Tav is half asleep, words tumbling out of their mouth unguardedly, he sits there in the dark, lower lip trembling as he stares at them. The next morning when they’re both awake, he softly tries to get a reaction out of Tav. He wants to, needs to hear them say it again. To make it real. So when the first opportunity presents itself, he jabs a “It’s because you love me, isn’t it” at them, and it’s absolutely not as smooth as it sounded in his head, but Tav stares at him, considering. Then it hits them, that they do, in fact, love Astarion. So when they reply “Yes. I love you”, simply and matter of fact, he can only grin, exhilarated by the repeated confession. “It does sound sweeter when you’re awake, my love.”
Gale
Love who? Gale is confused. They can’t possibly mean him, could they? But then Tav says it again, a soft “Gale” added to their confession, and the wizard’s face burns so hot that a drop of sweat rolls down his forehead. “I love you too” he whispers into the dark, gently placing a kiss on Tav’s lips before nestling his body against theirs. He doesn’t mention it, doesn’t say a thing, a sweet secret that he is happy to hold for the both of them, until Tav is ready.
Halsin
A small smile flashes across his face, but gets replaced by furrowed brows as Halsin softly strokes Tav’s hair. Love. A feeling, no, a concept, that is so deep, so complex, that he’s glad for his partner’s quiet breaths as they fall back into a deeper sleep. Does he love them? Deep in his heart, he knows. Has known for a long time, as their presence brightens all colors, heightens all senses, like a beam of sun breaking through a cloudy day. Still, the confession hits him unprepared, and he sighs as the meditation does not come easily that night, his heart stumbling over itself again and again as the memory of Tav confessing their love for him takes hold. The next day, he asks his lover on a walk, gently breaching the subject and telling them about their words, in the candid and tender way they’ve come to love him for. Sensing his struggle, Tav pulls him into a hug, whispering the confession into his ear again. Yes. It does not feel wrong, merely unfamiliar. Smiling down at them, Halsin finally responds: “I did not expect to go on yet another adventure with you, but for what it’s worth, this might be the sweetest one.” He isn’t ready yet. But he will be.
Karlach
“What?!” Karlach’s voice is loud enough to startle Tav, pulling them out of their dreams. “You what?” Slowly coming to, Tav rubs their eyes as they try to comprehend what has their beloved tiefling in such an outburst. “What’s wrong?” they ask groggily, but Karlach shakes them awake, beaming, grinning, giggling. “Say it again”, she demands, and Tav is too tired to understand. “Say what again” they ask, fumbling for Karlach’s face to caress her cheek. “You said you love me, you dumbass”, Karlach chuckles. “Which is good, because I love you too, and you know what they say about the drunk and the sleepy: they don’t lie.” Tav chuckles nervously, confused but not opposed to the sudden declaration. “I do”, they eventually sigh, and Karlach’s face lights up, even in the dim light. “I love you.”
Lae’zel
“T’chk”, the githianky scoffs, shoving her elbow into Tav’s side. “Don’t mock me with such foolery.” When she realizes that Tav’s asleep, unable to defend themselves (or reassure her), Lae’zel rolls her eyes and pulls the covers over her shoulders. “Stupid”, she curses under her breath, and it’s unclear whether she means Tav or herself. The next morning Lae’zel pulls Tav aside, a worried expression plastered across her face. “The tadpole seems to be messing with your head”, she says, eyes skeptical and alert. “Otherwise you’d hardly confess your love to me in your dreams.” Tav stares at them, then chuckles softly, touched by their lover’s particular way of expressing concern. “I’m fine, Lae’zel”, they insist. “Loving you is not a weakness.”
Shadowheart
Her small gasp surprises even her. Then, the pain follows. The white hot flash in her hand brings her to tears, and Shadowheart is glad that Tav is sleeping, oblivious to what has happened. Loving them should not hurt, but Shar keeps her brutal grasp on her. The next day, Shadowheart keeps looking at Tav, trying to gather the courage to tell them, but each time, the pain takes her breath away. When Tav ultimately notices, they pull her into a calm embrace, rocking her slowly until the cleric confesses. “I love you”, they repeat, kissing Shadowheart on her forehead. Suddenly, she feels safe – cradled and protected, belonging to them as they belong to her. The pain fades. Shar has no power over her heart. Not while she’s with Tav.
Wyll
When he hears Tav mumble the declaration in their sleep, he rolls over, facing them. Looks like he needs to speed up his plans – he’d been wanting to tell them that he loved them for days now, debating with himself if it was too much, too soon. Tav’s confession eases him. This is good. The next day he takes them to a secluded spot, flowers upon flowers decorating a small picnic blanket. “What’s the occasion?”, Tav asks, and he smiles, he already knows, so nothing they can say will deter him. “Oh, nothing”, he teases, “just that I love you.” Tav’s surprised, or relieved, maybe both, and they giggle with joy as Wyll pulls them in for a kiss. “I love you too”, they sigh, eliciting a knowing grin from their partner. He will never tell. Some things are sweeter left in the dark, quiet nights he intends to share with them, every night, for the rest of his life.
#astarion#halsin#karlach#shadowheart#gale#wyll#lae’zel#i don’t know shit about minthara so i’m skipping her#should i add gortash and raphael???#my writing#thank you for this prompt it’s so wholesome#please send me more stuff like this
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Don’t Cry (Stucky x Reader)
Crying wasn’t in your everyday routine. In fact, out of the three of you, you were the one known to cry the least. Maybe it was the anti-depressants, but for some reason you just never felt the need to cry.
Until today.
Steve and Bucky had been gone for mission after mission. And you appreciated this, truly, as one of the people living in the world they protected so fearlessly. But today was day number 8 in a row of Steve and Bucky gone without a trace, and not only were you getting antsy and angry, but you were starting to get upset too.
Even though you knew you shouldn’t, you picked up the phone and called Steve. He would answer, right? Wrong. Not only did he not answer, but you were sent straight to voicemail. An anxious chill ran up your spine, and you tapped on Bucky’s name next.
“Hello? Babygirl?”
You sighed in relief. “Hi Buck.”
“Are you alright?” He sounded rushed.
“Yea,” you answered, already feeling insecure that you called. “Just miss you and Steve.”
“I miss you too babygirl-” There was the sound of movement in the background. “I’ll call you back later.”
And with that he abruptly hung up.
You pulled the phone from your ear and looked at your phone in disappointment and shock. You certainly didn’t expect that. With a shaky sigh you retreated to the bedroom to get in your pajamas–aka Steve’s shorts and one of Bucky’s crewnecks. You tugged a blanket off of your shared bed and dragged it to the living room of your apartment, letting your body flop on the couch as you pulled the blanket up in comfort. You felt your lip start to tremble. Surely you wouldn’t cry.
Don’t cry. You told yourself. This is silly. There’s no reason to cry.
You felt your breath become uneven and your vision became hazy.
Don’t cry.
Then, as if on cue, your cat came over to you and tilted his head with the smallest “Rrrow?”
That was what made the waterworks burst. You picked up the cat and sobbed as he purred loudy in your arms, making ungodly noises as you heaved relentlessly.
It’d just been you and the cat for over a week now, things were becoming not just lonely, but worrisome as your thoughts antagonized you wondering if Bucky and Steve would ever come back. You used more tissues than you could count, carelessly throwing them onto the floor. Eventually you exhausted yourself from the tears, passing out on the couch with your cat snuggled up beside you.
Steve and Bucky arrived at the apartment early in the morning, well aware that you were likely asleep in the bedroom.
“Careful Steve–take your shoes off, they’re too loud.” Bucky whisper-chastised Steve as they entered.
Steve shook his head, smiling, and timidly took off his boots.
Bucky walked through the apartment while Steve took off his boots, stopping immediately at the sight of you on the couch, surrounded by tissues and your shared cat.
“Babygirl?” He called out.
You stayed unmoving.
He got closer as Steve approached, also surprised by the sight of you sleeping on the couch. He crouched down next to Bucky.
Bucky rested a hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly. “Babygirl? Are you alright?”
You jumped at the sound of his voice, causing an explosion of crumbled tissues to erupt from the couch. “Bucky!! Steve!!”
You latched yourself to them both, squeezing as tight as you could. You squished your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, inhaling his scent deeply.
“Why are there so many tissues here honey?” Steve asked hesitantly.
You pulled back from the hug and looked down at the floor, at the tissues, in shame. “I guess I just missed you both.”
This time it was Steve who grabbed you by the face and pulled you in for a passionate kiss, catching you by surprise. When he released you, Bucky held you next, kissing you slowly.
You pleaded, breaking up the kiss with Bucky. “Please don’t leave again.”
#stucky x reader#steve rogers#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#this is my first time writing one of these please don't judge#if u have a writing prompt send me it
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some ghosts headcanons after the hotel/golf course is built:
Cap gets a crush on any vaguely put-together man with a decent golf swing.
Julian likes to make "swinging" jokes that go over the Captain's head.
Robin likes to chase and find stray golf balls that get lost. He and Julian update Alison on the number of golf balls in the lake every time she visits.
Robin also knows all the strategies for golf, having hyperfixated on it since the golfing company started working on the land.
Thomas gave up on paying attention to golf after finding out the aim is to get the least points.
There is a historic tour around the hotel and grounds, which gets a lots of facts slightly wrong. The first few times, the ghosts went on the tour and corrected everything. Since Alison couldn't prove most of their accounts to the tour guides, not much could be changed. The ghosts still insist the tour is bogus.
Fanny and Humphrey's portraits get professionally restored.
The hotel also hosts some art and sports groups. Robin was very excited when they started doing zumba regularly. Pat and the Captain like to watch cricket games in the summer. One time they tried to join in, but stopped as soon as one of them got stepped through.
Thomas and Kitty both like to watch cute couples who stay in the hotel, especially at dinner. One time they both end up watching the same couple for the evening. Thomas tried very hard to stop Kitty following them to their bedroom, but ended up joining her in spying on them. They don't talk about it.
Pat and the Captain go on a "double date" where they follow a pair of golfers on their anniversary. Pat starts by telling the Captain about the tactics being used (club type, angle, etc) but gets outshined by one of the golfers who clearly knows more.
#bbc ghosts#bbc ghosts captain#bbc ghosts kitty#bbc ghosts pat#bbc ghosts thomas#bbc ghosts robin#bbc ghosts julian#bbc ghosts fanny#bbc ghosts humphrey#post canon#headcanons#fanfiction prompts#please if you use any of these ideas in a fic send it to me id love to see it#or if you know a fic that already uses any of these#the captain#kitty higham#thomas thorne#pat butcher#julian fawcett#fanny button#humphrey bone#robin the caveman
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Has anyone ever down a dpxdc story set in the Battinson universe? I'm genuinely asking because the thought won't leave me alone and it's absolutely hilarious.
Just the thought of Bruce "I don't like people" Wayne interacting with Danny "people don't like me" Fenton is sending me. Give me these two feeding off of each other's negative energy while Alfred and a newly adopted Dick are shaking their heads off to the side. Now they have to take care of two moody teenagers, fantastic.
Heck, let's throw in the Nasty Burger incident for some angst. Danny is going through a whole tornado of emotions and Bruce in all of his awkward glory is speed reading as many books about grief that he can get his hands on. How is Danny more complicated to deal with than Dick? He thought dealing with Dick was the most complicated things could get.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#winter's tales#hyper prompts#i honestly have no idea which tag to put this in#this idea is giving me LIFE#and singlehandedly raising me up from my writer's block#i might just create a whole line of prompts dedicated to this one thing alone#don't tempt me#seriously if you've seen a fic or even prompt idea with this premise before#please send it my way#you would trulymake me happier than any happy meal ever could#and i would be forever grateful
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Draw rivulet fortnite dancing over 5 pebbles corpse as they take his balls
they danced so hard his balls activated
#ask#rain world#rainworld#downpour spoilers#rivulet#five pebbles#send me prompts please#i so badly want to shitpost more
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someone else (please) finish lining these for me challenge
#my art#moondrop#moon fnaf#roxanne wolf#glamrock freddy#glamrock chica#monty gator#montgomery gator#monty#freddy#roxy#chica#moon#i saw a post here that prompted me to explore some Nightly Gremlin Moon but oh my god oh my god ohhh my gldfhkfsdkhadg PLEASE#crying sobbing. send help
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Maybe it’s just in the fics I’m reading but I really feel like we don’t take enough advantage of Jaskier being a Master of the Seven Liberal Arts. It’s a line that gets thrown out now and then usually just attached when Jaskier is introducing himself and really trying to impress someone. I just want something that explores that part of him a bit more
I also think that it would combine really well with one of those fics that has Jaskier meeting other witchers without Geralt.
Like maybe he writes popular short stories which Eskel adores and runs into him a couple times in the bigger cities doing book signings
Vesemir has a special interest in Astronomy and has a subscription to the Witcher equivalent of a scientific journal where he reads an interesting article by Jaskier and decides to write him with some follow up questions not really expecting a response but gets one and this quickly turns into a years long correspondence
I haven’t fully thought this through so not sure which of the arts he’d be using to meet up with Lambert, Aiden or even Coen (or other witchers depending on how many you want to meet up with him) but do you get what I’m saying?
I also think it would be funny if he’s using a different pseudonym when he meets each witcher so when they all get together and talk about their new friend they don’t realize they’re all talking about the same guy
#if this fic exists please send it to me#witcher#Jaskier#fanfic#fanfic prompt?#geralt of rivia#eskel#vesemir
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*squeakytoynoise*
#bungou stray dogs#kunikida doppo#bsd#SORRY FOR ALL OF THESE SHITPOST LATE IDK WHATS WRONG WITH ME#I've been in A Mood </3#I've been in such a kunikida mood but have No inspiration/motivation lately#feel free to send me any drawing prompts ever please </3#maybe ill draw him as a furryy later again that always does the trick /hj
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Okay okay, hear me out; was watching an episode of SPN and lore hinged idea of the day(episode) was Zanna. Romanian folklore for good spirits that help children? IE Imaginary friends.
— please note I didn’t do further research on Zanna after this; I do plan to but my focus in it is probably gonna be gone tomorrow so please— if SPN fucked this folklore up or my supes basic understanding is very shitty; feel free to correct or add more to it ^^
Now imagine this:
Damian, off somewhere in the manor but easily findable— like the library or something and talking to Danny. Like Danny just shows up and for whatever reason— only Damian can see him. (Whether this be by Danny’s design or it’s some sorta magic thing).
Well anyway, Damian and Danny are chatting and anytime someone gets close enough to try to figure out who Damian is talking to— and they see he’s literally talking to an empty room?? He glares if he spots anyone. It started around the time Bruce was stuck in the timestream. Dick chalked it up to possibly zanna or just the kid making up an imaginary friend to cope with his dad being dead. Dick absolutely mentions it to the others when it doesn’t stop AFTER Bruce is back. Hes just like “be chill guys— he’s a kid. “He’s healing after all that assassin trauma and it’s cute— let him have his friend. “
He’s the only one that Damian has told about Danny. Like basic things
“He’s very knowledgeable about the stars. He glows. You remind him of his overbearing sister.”
And dick, clearly not coping well himself, just takes it as Damian trying to bond with him and encourages him. Doesn’t say one word about this “Danny” being imaginary.
I imagine Cass is like the only one who’s managed to see Danny but knows he’s not danger and Damian likes him.
I think this overly funny reveal would just be Danny appearing in front of the others and coaxing them to go to bed or like stealing food; and they spot him; register him as either dick or Tim, like at first glance because blue eyes black hair— (Like my cousin and my sibling used to have similar shades of hair and do still have the same body figure; so like without my glasses and when I’m distracted, I absolutely will mistake one for the other.) — and then their brain is like “wait no that isn’t right” and they think they absolutely hallucinated him because he legit disappeared right in front of them.
And when it comes to the reveal of “oh yes. This is my friend. Danny.”
Everyone is collectively losing their shit because what in the hell?!? Where did this kid come from?!? How did none of them find him out?!?
#dcxdp#DPxDC#Danny Phatom X DC#zanna#/screaming into the void#damian wayne#Danny Fenton/phantom#batfam X Danny Phantom#batpham#romanian folklore#supernatural#inspired this post#this post can be used as a prompt#please just send me the fic bc I wanna read it
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Looking at Ninjago fanfics and I’m genuinely baffled that there’s no character studies easily findable of Zane as a Nindroid, his realizing of inhumanity, or that time blade travel thing where it (potentially) showed Zane as human and touching on his personal view of how bizarre humans are with how much maintenance they need, how pain registers differently as a human, how food tastes differently, and so much more.
#so far I’m on season 8. started watching a week ago#i might make prompts on Ninjago because there’s some areas I’d LOVE to see explored#HEY IF ANY OF YOU KNOW OF FICS LIKE THIS PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME#Ninjago#ninjago zane#bones speaks#bones prompts
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Opening the floor to you guys, feel free to suggest ideas for a Rarijack one-page comic (for the 1920s AU). I wanna do one, but am falling short on a premise.
#please don't send it as an ask just reply to this post#i have way too many asks#ask you#not art#btw this is the only time i'm doing this please don't send me requests or ideas for comics i repeat please don't do that unless prompted#i won't respond#thank you!
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I love stupid superhero G/t scenarios so much cause it just adds so much variety to the typical dynamic.
Like character A has the power to control their weight/density and is just an absolute tank and very much likes it.
Character B is a sizeshifter and is also an absolute tank. They also really like being "the tank."
They can't stand one another. Absolute rivals despite having the same friend group. They're always trying to assert some kind of dominance over the other. Like A will make themselves incredibly dense so B can't pick them up (which to any bystanders is downright hilarious). B, who in reality is short than A, will continously grow just a bit taller than them in everyday setting, or downright loom over them at their larger size if given the opportunity.
Like the comedy potential for the tiny to just be able to pin down the giant ?? Amazing.
Or imagine A is more freaked out by the size than they've been letting on; Some sort of danger happens and A is left unable to walk and they need to get away fast. Maybe an explosion is imminent, maybe a building is about to collapse, either way they need to move fast. B goes to pick them up but they make themselves heavier, refusing to move.
"Nows not the time A- we need to move -" B freezes. A was crying. They've never seen A cry. Just how hurt were they?
B feels guilt well up. Did A not trust them that much? Sure they fought, but they had to know they would never actually hurt them...
"A, please, we have to leave. I'll be careful, I promise. I've done this with civilians hundr-"
"-Please..." A's normally confident voice is nothing short of a whimper. Their eyes squeezed tight, refusing to look at B. "I'll make myself light, just... please don't pick me up like that."
What??
What was that supposed to mean? What difference did it make?? With no time to argue B shrinks down and picks them up. They've never felt A lighten themselves and it's a jarring feeling picking someone up at their normal size with them weighing next to nothing. There was time to dwell on how bizzare this was becoming.
B ran, awkwardly caring the oversized yet underweight body of A as they raced to clear the area. So what if they added a few extra inches to themselves between strides? They needed to get out of here fast and time was running out.
They wouldn't make it. Not at this height.
There was no time to argue.
"A," Their voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for debate, "Close your eyes."
They've delt with this before. Children afraid of them, victims of Kaiju attacks. Size could be scary to some... they just never imagined A would be amoung them.
They feel A press their face against their shirt, hands balled into fists. They cover A with their hand, shielding them from the sight of the world lurching as they grow.
ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST
#I have the most gutwrenching reason for why A would be scared but i didnt want to traumatize my follows on a monday afternoon#also if anyone has any G/t superhero fics they recommend?? please?? send my way??#i love me some angst#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#g/t prompts#g/t shitpost
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