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froms8nsashes · 8 months
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Tortios
"We're bringing back Toritos!"
Taurtis burst through the front door with a wide grin on his face. Arms open wide and this glint in his eyes.
"Didn't we get sued for that?" Sam asked.
"They can't find us, we're in witness protection." Taurtis shrugged off the concern.
"No, they certainly will be able to find us. Especially if you start making them in our house." Grian looked up from his book.
"You know, maybe I could name them something else. "Tortitos? Gritos? Samoritos?"
"Don't use our names!" Sam and Grian snapped.
"I can't think of anything else!" Taurtis whined.
"What if we just sell Jerry Kats?" Ridley poked her head through the door. "People already really like Jerry Kats. Also, sorry Taurtis. I couldn't keep waiting."
"You're helping him?" Sam looked a bit offended.
"Of course she's helping me! She's my sister!"
"You've been saying that for everything." Grian sighed.
"Surprisingly, it works really well! He also said I'd get half of the profits."
"Half?! What if we wanted to help?" Sam gasped.
"Well... You can still help! I just don't want to pay you."
"What?!"
"What if I split my fifty percent in half?"
"That's fine, I don't care what you do with your money." Taurtis smiled. "Anyway, I'm gonna go make some prototypes in the basement! Bye!"
"Taurtis that's my room!" Grian yelled after him, chasing him down into the basement.
After a very, long house meeting Taurtis was allowed to bring back Toritos, he just couldn't make them in the house and had to sell them online not in person. Either way they weren't going to avoid a lawsuit, but they might not lose their house.
Over night people started buying Toritos again and Taurtis used an abandoned warehouse to make the cheesy snacks anonymously. Suddenly they were being sold everywhere once again because people just happened to really, really like them. Even if they did bad things upon consumption.
Ridley stopped when she was approached by some of her friends, talking highly about Toritos and even insisting she tried some even when Taurtis specifically stated that neither her, Sam, Grian, nor Taurtis could partake in eating the merchandise. Regardless she took the red chip bag that looked far too similar to Doritos and smiled awkwardly.
"So, are you going to try them?" One girl asked.
"Eh, what the hell?" Ridley shrugged and opened the bag. The chips inside were all perfectly shaped neon orange triangles.
She started coughing and sputtering. Toritos spilled on the floor as she tried to breathe. Sam and Grian came running when they saw her down the hall. Taurtis exited the bathroom and noticed the commotion, he gasped when he saw the open chip bag and rushed over the same as his friends.
"Oh my gosh! Ridley are you okay?!"
"Of course she's not okay! She can't breathe!" Grian smacked him upside the head.
"Is no one seriously going to do anything?" Another girl asked, looking at the two boys.
"Ridley!" Taurtis wrapped his arms around her middle and started to squeeze, hoping that she was just choking or something of that matter.
He just made it worse...
"I'll go get a teacher!" Grian ran off down the hall, crashing into the first classroom that wasn't empty.
At first it just looked like her face was turning blue, then she looked almost lopsided on top of that. All of a sudden her face just kind of... Fell off. It was like she had been wearing a mask. There was no blood. It just slipped off. It just fell on the floor with a wet splat. Sam screamed bloody murder, he and Taurtis were holding each other.
"I didn't know it was gonna kill my sister! I don't want to go to jail!"
Geode came running, he was the teacher that Grian had gotten. In about under two minutes Ridley's face was no longer on the floor and she was being led away to Geode's classroom. Sam and Taurtis were still holding each other and staring at the open Toritos chip bag. The girls had already run away. Grian shook, holding his head in his hands.
"You are never. Never. Making Toritos again."
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my-lovely-writing · 2 years
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Cw: Vampire, being chased, blood drinking, fear of fate
[Human's] shoes pounded against a fallen tree as they bounded over it, tearing through the silenced forest. Their breaths came in gasps. You'll be okay, you're not a quitter, they told themselves. Just focus on winning their protection. Otherwise—
Well, they were things worse than what was chasing them.
[Human's] nose and throat burned when they finally glimpsed the treeline, but they pushed themself to put on a burst of speed. Just a little farther...
A weight sent them tumbling to the ground. Grass got in their mouth. [Human] twisted awkwardly in an attempt to kick their captor, who pressed down harder. The urge to escape drowned out everything else.
"You evil bloodsucker! Let me believe I'll win and then—"
[Vampire's] teeth punctured [Human's] skin, a gasp of pain cutting off their protests. Numbness crept into the area. [Human's] brain grew fuzzy, as if they were seeing everything through fog, and they barely registered [Vampire] licking the wound closed before pulling away.
"The thrill enriches your blood," [Vampire] teased, licking their lips, "and you should know better by now, pretty little human. How many times have you lost?"
[Human] squeezed their eyes shut. How many times had they lost? Countless, probably. [Human] wasn't stupid enough to believe they would win, but to have it snatched away at the last second proved they were stupid to believe they could.
Maybe there was no escaping fate.
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sylvies-kablooie · 4 months
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
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lesbinewren · 1 year
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truly do not understand people looking at something with dynamic, colorful, beautifully stylized animation and going “okay that’s cool but what if it just looked like real life instead”
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As it turns out, Danny makes a pretty good leader. His little gang of homeless children has grown immensely, both from picking up strays and from assimilating other gangs into his group.
Danny might only be 10 and still figuring out his powers but dang, intangibility and flight are over powered even before you add invisibility and laser blasts. At first he regretted sneaking into the lab alone to check out the portal his parents made in this basement. Waking up in a cold alley in a city you've never heard of is a terrifying experience even without the corrupt cops trying to sell you into human trafficking, but finding out he had powers and could do whatever he wanted? That was great. It no longer mattered that adults didn't listen to him or chased him around. He could do anything now. Be anything. Take anything.
He and the people under his protection often robbed places, never banks or anything but high class restaurants and stores that usually wouldn't even let them in through the front doors. Yeah, Danny can admit most of thier robberies were because of grudges the other kids had because of how they were treated but Danny being ten thought this was fine.
The real issue was Gothams Paw Patrol (who absolutely hate being called that :3 ) they were always on thier case, Dannys especially. They kept insisting that the system could help them -Danny called bull. No one helped him or Jazz back in Amity and it was waaaay nicer that Gotham- and kept getting him and his fellow kids arrested. That didn't really matter. Anti-meta stuff never worked on him so getting himself the other kids out was no big deal.
After overhearing a conversation between Nightwing and one of the other bats a kid came into thier current secret base announcing that Nightwing was poor and the other bats weren't. This caught everyone attention. Appearently Nightwing was trying to establish himself outside of the colony cause he didn't get along great with whoever the bats super daddy was, which was fair. A lot of them were runaways for one reason or another and knew a bunch of reasons why you wouldn't want to except "free" money.
This led to them fetching Nightwings "wingdings" and batarangs instead of keeping them/selling them like they do with the others, sharing some of thier spoils with him like the groceries, jewelry, fancy clothes, ect that they stole.
Dick even catches one of the kids in his apartment in Bludhaven filling up his fridge which has him panicking about his secret id being compromised. Luckly the kids had only followed him there and didn't think to check who was on the lease or anything cause they assumed it would be a fake name or something.
Just Dick getting forcibly adopted by a child gang.
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 112
Once again, you know who is underutilized in DCxDP crossovers? Battinson. Skrunkly shivering boi. Who we should definitely give children to care for. 
 Did you know that Jason canonically had a brother named Danny? Well you do now, and it should also be used more. 
 We all want to give Battinson a robin, so why not give him four for the price of two. He of course gets Dick from the circus- he’s never going to go into public again, this was the first time he’d gone to do something out of his comfort zone for a while and look how that turned out. 
 And on one of the nights that Dick has to stay home (Alfred insists he must finish his homework if he wants to go out on patrol) Bruce returns to the batmobile to find not one child, but two. Is Danny reincarnated? Just appeared one day? Who knows, but he’s here now and going to protect his little brother. 
 Bruce might have tears in his eyes when they both hit him in the kneecaps and bolt because even with the armor it still hurts. How he manages to grab both kids he’s not too sure, but he ends up getting them food after they put the tires back. He also doesn’t understand how he’s convinced them into the car but they’ve both conked out and maybe he’s panicking and needs Alfred- 
 D-Dick why is there another child here? He’s the neighbor, cool cool. W-what do you mean he’s home alone, he’s like, 4?? What do you mean he’s been alone for a week now???
Alfreeeeed-
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nerdpoe · 3 months
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Little Zuko and little Azula love Lu Ten. They love Lu Ten so much, they successfully smuggled themselves into Lu Ten's baggage when Lu Ten left to go fight.
Lu Ten, meanwhile, finds out that his little cousins snuck along for the ride way too late.
He knows they're gonna lose the fight.
He isn't about to let a couple of little kids die like that, murdered by Ba Sing Se soldiers too hyped up by war.
He may have been prepared to put his own life on the line, but he's not sacrificing Zuko or Azula's. But he also knows that if he flees the field with them, then Ozai will absolutely use that as an excuse to "punish" his own children.
Lu Ten does not want to know what that punishment entails. He is, in fact, more terrified by whatever it may be than the literal war raging outside his tent.
So.
So.
He swallows his pride for his country, his love for his father, and his dreams of being a successful general.
He grabs the kids, fakes his death, and runs.
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fandomfuntimem · 1 month
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"There are more of us than you think"
The ghost boy floated infront on Batman. All he wanted was to offer this kid some help. He has been deffending this town for a little over two years now with no help. So Batman just thought offering some training and other teen heros to help would be nice. But all he was met with was a cold hard stare. It wasn't a lookxof hatred, or anger, just disappointment.
"What?" He asked. For once in his life he didn't get it. What did he mean? 'There are more of us' more half ghosts like him? Multiples of him?
"What I mean Batman, is there are far more teen heros than you think. There are so many kids who were left to deffend their homes by themselves. I'm in contact with plenty of people like me. I don't need your charity work. We dont need it," Phantom took a deap breth, "so many kids had to save the world while the Justice League sat back and did nothing. Ben Tennyson has been saving the world since he was ten, a child soldier and the only effective weapon the Plumbers have. The Ninja over in Norrisville was given his powers at fourteen. Max Steel was fused with an alien and born with nuclear levels of power. The list goes on bats. Kim Possible, Jenny, Generator Rex, Zak Saturday. We all did just fine without you and your League."
Batman was speechless. That many? That many kids left to deffend their homes? Phantom obviously seemed to have contact with them, maybe they help eachother out, but still. How did the Justice League not know?
Phantom disappeared and left Batman to ponder his words alone. How many world ending events did thease kids fight? How many of them did they fight alone? How much help did each of them have? Phantom only has a niche group of allies, how small are their support groups?
He'll have to research this when he returns to the bat cave. Hopefully he can get all thease kids get the help they need. Set up Zeta Tubes in their cities, and end this awful epidemic of teen heros.
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kidovna · 6 months
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you and me both, loki
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dumplingsjinson · 7 months
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List of “when your partner is a romantically constipated idiot (please forgive them, they just don’t know how to express their affections properly)” prompts
“I hate you,” Character A murmurs, playfully slapping Character B on the arm. “It’s your fault I’m like this right now.” 
“I love you.” “…Are you drunk?” 
“I miss you so much, and I really miss cuddling with you.” “Hm… You know, I’m starting to think cuddles are a necessity for you.” 
Calling their partner “My guy” or “My dude” or “Brother” or “Mate” or “Buddy” or “Asshole” romantically while calling them “Sweetie/sweetheart” or “my love” sarcastically. (So I genuinely think I might have problems welkfnewklfn) 
“You’re so cute.” “…You keep saying that. I am not cute. You’re the only one who thinks I’m cute. You’re weird for that.” 
Telling their friends and the internet and anyone who would listen that they like their partner so much… Everyone except their partner. 
Not knowing how to respond when their partner is being affectionate with them, or when they call them cute nicknames/pet names.
“I will puke if I start calling you pet names. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you, though.” 
“You staring at me like that makes me want to wither away and die.” “What? Why?” “Because it makes me super fucking nervous!” 
“I really like you.” “…Um. Cool. Thanks?”
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skylersprompts · 2 months
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DC x DP Prompt *32*
This was the ninth- no.... tenths loop. He is eating his breakfast and he is dizzy again. Because Mom drugged his oatmeal, because Mom and Dad knew! Danny stood up from his chair and tried to leave the kitchen. (He knew it wouldn't work, it never worked) His eyes grew heavy and a few steps later he hit the ground.
He wakes up to the same gruesome picture as in the last nine loops. But Danny doesn't beg anymore. Or says anything. It hurts, but it's nothing he hasn't had felt before. It would only take them a week before they would destroy his core again and then everything would start anew. Maybe he could think of something better for next time.
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The last feeling he remembered was an all encompassing pain, as his Dad crushed his core. But he was at the breakfast table again, already feeling groggy. But maybe this time he could get help? He knew that he could fight the drugs for around ten minutes, as long as he didn't stand up.
So instead he got his phone out of his pocket. He knew that neither his sisters, nor his friends would be fast enough, he already tried them, but maybe someone else could be fast enough.
He opened Twitter and started to write a new post, ignoring his atrocious spelling in favor of getting as many information out as possible.
@theoneandonlyflash I'm kinda stuck in a time looop and my parents will koll me in about a werk they druged me so I'll be in they lab in a fee minotes. Pleaase helpp and fins me iin Amyt Park, Illnois. My name iss Dannyy Fentin
He was able to press send, before his vision would become to spotty. Now he just needed to hope that the fastest man alive would be able to help him. Danny's head fell on the table.
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It was the eleventh time he woke up to the same scene and this time he couldn't do anything against his tears. He would die again... and again and again...
Danny's spiraling thought were interrupted by the basement door, that had hit the wall. This was new!
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fanfictasia · 1 year
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Whumpuary Prompt 10
Hidden Injury 
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Leap of Faith
So he does. He tells her stories from the Clone Wars, stories from when he and his brothers were still cadets in training. He tells her about missions, about isolated incidents: some amusing, some embarrassing, some downright scary, but he tries to avoid anything that’s too depressing – for her, at least, because even thinking back to those moments in the past feels like his heart is being pulverized over and over.
He’s been separated from his family, and there is nothing strong enough to bring them back together, not when there’s so much… wrong.
(He doesn’t trust himself, for all that he’s struggled to deny it, to hide it even to himself, but spending so much time around Omega, he couldn’t hide from the very real fear choking him that he would lose his mind and try to kill her when there’s no one around to save her.)
He tells her about when they got Echo, about their meeting with Rex – because he remembers her mentioning Rex having been with them at some point. He talks about the Jedi General they fought with, too. Of all the Jedi he’s seen, General Skywalker always stood out to him the most, because he was the first and only Jedi who fought with them side-by-side, the only one they served with instead of for. And he’s heard stories of him from Echo; if he’s to be believed, he and his general were close friends.
He talks more than he has in a long time, and he can only hope that the kid can’t see the pain and grief weighing him down as he makes scathing remarks about the rest of his squad – and he will deny it for eternity that a part of him waits automatically to hear their equally biting or sarcastic comebacks. Some wounds, he thinks bitterly, never heal. They can only be hidden over, buried, but they’ll always be there.
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damianbugs · 1 month
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i think about Batman/Nightwing: Bloodborne like. all the time. if you know me there's nothing i quite like more than a blood motif, pair that with the horrors of the body (not to be mistaken with Body Horror) and/or disease and sickness... nothing is more human than what kills us. love is what destroys.
there's a lot about this comic that's so fucking insane. just to name a few:
bruce buying flowers for the graysons every year to place on their graves and not telling dick about it until he finds out on his own because bruce is dying and misses the date. dick looking through ice and snow and empty wastelands for bruce's heartbeat and draping himself over the man when he realises he's alive. bruce telling dick to leave him and escape when they're attacked. dick stopping at nothing to save bruce because abandoning him isn't even an option.
but the thing that really tops all of this immediately is when dick injects himself with a experimental vaccine for the virus bruce is about to die from, and then doing a blood transfusion in hopes of sharing some of the resistant viral antibodies — fully well knowing that there's no guarantee that it will work. bruce might still die. now dick might die first. but, well, this could save bruce and —
and that was always the goal.
LIKE WHAT ???
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YOUR BLOOD LITERALLY RUNS THROUGH MY BLOOD.. THIS POISON WE SHARE. THIS DEVOTION WILL KILL US. TOP TEN MOST SADDEST QUOTES ABOUT SACRIFICIAL LOVE. SOMETHING SOMETHING FROM THE BIBLE. SAD PICTURE OF BLOODY KNIFE FROM PINTEREST. I WOULD DIE FOR YOU, BRUCE. I COULDN'T ASK YOU TO, I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TOO. INSERT OUT OF CONTEXT LINE FROM POEM HERE.
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the-witchhunter · 28 days
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DP x DC Camp
The Batfam force Damian to go to summer camp to socialize with kids his own age and have some normal childhood experiences
That’s all well and good, but normal does not describe his cabin’s councilor, one Daniel “for the love of Ancients call me Danny” Fenton
Between the son of the bat and a Fenton, camp is going to be weird
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splosh-crime · 7 months
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ATLA AU - Zuko Can See Ghosts
Dead people in ATLA either reincarnate or stay as ghosts until they’re ready to do so. There is no afterlife just as there are no gods. The closest thing to gods ATLA has is spirits but if the Spirit World was the afterlife, I think there would be a lot more humans around when Avatars visit. Iroh’s only there because he went in before he died.
Zuko knows why his mother left because Grandfather Azulon is still there as a ghost to tell him Ursa poisoned him to save Zuko’s life. He was going to haunt Ursa until he realized Zuko could see him and haunted him instead. Surprise, surprise, the guy who ordered the death of his grandson is a dick.
There are many servants dead by Ozai’s wrath in the palace. Their ghosts teach Zuko to stay quiet and fade into the background where it’s safe.
When Lu Ten dies, he regrets that he wasn’t able to save his young cousins from Ozai. Lu Ten stays a ghost and mentors Zuko in combat, bending, and strategy.
When the 41st Division die despite Zuko’s protests, and Zuko himself is burned and banished, the 41st Division find out Zuko defended them and stay ghosts to teach him all they can.
Zuko’s able to escape before the pirates hired by Zhao blow up his ship because the ghosts haunting the pirates warn him. This doesn’t change the plot, but it does save Zuko some pain.
Aang is followed/haunted by Monk Gyatso while Sokka & Katara are followed/haunted by Kya.
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pastelhooman · 1 year
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[WVW Exchange Event 2023!]
"The kisses on your lash, your ears, on the nose that keeps scrunching. The kisses on your hand, on your cheeks, and the exchanging soft words waiting for the break of day."
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A total of 6 pages of comics, starting with a close up shots of vash kissing sleeping wolfwood's nose, eyes, lashes, and he furrows them a bit. an overhead shot of the two of them in a motel room, on the bed with vash leaning over wolfwood from the left, laying soft kisses on him. their legs tangled. their normal outfits are thrown haphazardly on the floor, instead donning comfortable clothes. on the outside, the very first ray of lights are yet to shine.
"what a face you're making pfft" - vash says as he grabs both of wolfwood's cheeks, squeezing them a bit. wolfwood mumbles, "There's something that keeps landing on my face, it tickles." he grabs the hand that is on his right cheek. "Well you're letting it happens anyways right?" Vash muses, bringing the hand up to kiss on its knuckles. "Good morning Wolfwood. It's almost dawn"
"… Isn't it way too soon?" - wolfwood asks, but keeps to himself the prayers he's sending to god because the the boy on top of him was such a sight to behold. Vash flops down onto him, leaving the hand hanging and lace his own hand into Wolfwood's hair, peppering kisses to the side of his face. "Yep" - he answers - "But you woke up on your own tho" - facetiously. He giggles, saying that it was a joke after a beat of silence. A sigh, "don't make me upside you first thing in the morning." Wolfwood closes his eyes, hand combing through golden strands. "Heh, how merciful~" "We have a meet up with Milly and Meryl today, remember?" Vash reminds him, which does raise some vague memory. wolfwood hums, the other hand reaching around vash's torso, hugging him. " So, the sooner we arrive, the less likely she'll chew through my head." - Vash adds. "riiiight. And you were SO urgent in waking me up." in wolfwood's hold, both of them slowly turn to the right, towards the edge of the bed.
Well, you were just soooo cute, I couldn't help it! didn't thinkk you'll actually wakE UAA-!"
the bed creaks under the sudden shift in weight as wolfwood tosses vash over and under him, arms firmly hugging him, one at his back and one at his head, hungrily dives down to kiss. "!! Wolf-! Wait-!" Vash yelps, leg instinctively curls around the other's man hip to hang on, trying his damnest to grip on his shirt as HE is now half airborne, barely has any contact with the bed on his upper body. However, wolfwood seems to have another idea as he keeps deepening the kiss, pointedly holding Vash close, hands spread guarding the back of his head as both of them are sliding off the soft fabric.
"THUD!" a resounding fall, possibly enough to wake the room downstairs, followed shortly by laboured breaths amist wet smacks of lips. Heaves and huffs of air exchanging between the two bodies when the need to breath made itself necessary. They press close, cradling each other, and are lost to their own world. After a while they had to part. Metal arm shifts through black locks, caressing down to his nape and they hold eye contacts there, with lidded eyes, strands of saliva thins then breaks.
Wolfwood pushes up on his arms, looking smugly down at his now disheveled partner: "Now this is how it's done, Needlenoggin." he remarks. Vash tries to wrangle his thoughts back in order, but strings of Wolfwood's name and a wonderous question keeps filling his mind, of whether he should risk it all and have fun for a bit more. Regardless, snapping out of his trance, Vash sourly asks, with a wry smile and an aching head: "But did you really need to roll off the bed?" "Wrong side, whoops" - Wolfwood anwers unseriously, laughing as he finds the situation quite amusing.
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