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broken-lycan · 1 month

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does anyone know of height difference writing prompts that aren't for super drastic height difference?

I find many for big difference in height but not ones that imply like... 10 or 15cm or sth

#random ramblings #i want my ship to be the height where one chara can perfectly bury their face in the others chest/neck #and I want ideas #pls #help me out #writing prompt search #*grabby hands* pwease? 👉👈

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minty364 · 6 months

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DPXDC Prompt #88

Danny and Damian are twins but they get separated at age 7, years later when they’re both 14 they both are going to high school and their schools decide to create a program where they wind up as pen pals to each other unknowing that they’re talking too each other as it’s been set up to be anonymous. Danny decides to take a leap of faith and encrypts a message about the media blackout around his town and how they’re overrun with ghosts and could use the Justice Leagues help through out all of his letters knowing that very few could actually understand it but he just felt so tired and this was the only way he could think to get any help for his town.

Damian just wonders who exactly his pen pal is to encrypt these letters like this.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #danny and damian are twins #Pen pal au #Even letters are searched before they’re sent #Media blackout Amity Park #Damian and Danny are pen pals #You can make it another bat but Danny being in the league was the only way that fit Danny knowing how to encrypt a message like this #Damian’s going straight to the Justice League after figuring it out #First names are used only so Danny and Damian can only speculate the last name of their pen pal

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sleepy-writes-stuff · 1 year

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DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #10

(#) = Notes at end of post

TW: mentions of human experimentation and blood

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The Sapphire Stone Sits Highest on the Throne

The GIW have done the unthinkable. They've captured Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms and ruler of all who reside within it. The government organization tortured and experimented on Danny so much and for so long that Danny was forced to recede into his core. While a ghost's core is relatively strong by itself --only another ghost of similar strength could shatter it-- it's also extremely vulnerable to misuse if left in the wrong hands.

The GIW use the King's core to ravage Amity Park --uncaring if human citizens got in their way-- as well as the Ghost Zone itself. The Ancients combine their efforts to search for the lost, little king, desperately trying to find Danny's core and take it back from the blood and ectoplasm stained hands of the agents. As a result of their dogged search, the Ancients bring worldwide destruction down upon the Earth in their hunt for every single white suit agent remaining, scurrying from one hiding place to another like rats in the walls of a dilapidated house.

One by one, almost every agent was hunted down and bound in unbreakable chains of ice, awaiting their trials for the atrocities they committed against the Infinite Realms and its King. The only one left is the leader of the organization itself, the one who holds Danny's core. The leader, however, is extremely slippery and has managed to evade capture for months now, going so far as to throw their own men to the wolves if it meant an easy escape with the jewel-blue heart of a scared, grieving, and injured child.

At this point though, the Ancients have caused so much destruction and natural disasters, that the Justice League has no choice but to step in. At first, the JL actively try to fight the Ancients, not fully understanding the situation but having little luck in actually hitting any of them regardless. It isn't until John Constantine runs onto the battlefield like a bat out of hell and skids to a stop right smack dab in the middle of the fight that things change. He's out of breath, his hair is in disarray, he smells heavily of smoke and alcohol, and that's definitely a still fresh coffee stain on his weather beaten trenchcoat along with red blood painting his knuckles.

Normally, one small human wouldn't be able to stop the wrath of the Ancients when they've set their sights on something. This instance, however, was very different. As Constantine raised his hands up towards the rampaging Ancients about to unleash their fury on the JL, one thing managed to capture every single one of their attention.

That being the weakly glowing, sapphire-like core held in one of Constantine's outstretched hands(1 & 2) and the faint, echoing cries of a child begging the Ancients to put an end to the carnage they've unleashed upon the world.

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Notes:

(1) Constantine gives little explanation on how he got his hands on Danny's core. Little do the JL know, it was just pure, dumb luck. He ran into the leader of the GIW right as the bastard was leaving a coffee shop. Coffee got spilled all over Constantine and, being slightly drunk off his ass, he decides to deck the person in the pretentious white suit and knocks him out in one shot. Constantine's about to walk away when he hears a child crying. He finds Danny's core in one of the downed guy's pockets and has a panic attack when he immediately realizes what it is. Danny explains what's going on and Constantine books it towards where he can sense a large amount of necrotic energy gathering. The rest is history.

(2) ALSO, sapphire is a pretty significant gem. According to the internet, the sapphire symbolizes wisdom, royalty, prophecy and divine favour. It's a symbol of power and strength, but also of kindness and wise judgement. Which just fits Danny PERFECTLY in this prompt, imo.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #tw: human experimentation #danny is kidnapped by the giw #they use his core as a weapon against humans and ghosts alike #the ancients are absolutely furious #they use their aspects of reality and rain chaos on the living world while they search for their lost king #the justice league step in but are not on the side they should be at first #constantine barging in on the battle only to just hand over the king's core with little explanation on how he got it #danny is ghost king #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

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mamawasatesttube · 3 months

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LOVE ur fluff writting its always a treat <3<3 *extends their hand when they notice the other searching for it in their sleep* would be ADORABLE for sleepy cuddles (or angst 👀) but on the other hand

"Till death do us part. Forever until the end of eternity" would be a REALLY good excuse for tim to bust out the 00FFFF decorations

I cant decide so whichever you like the best!

Something tugs at Tim’s shirt.

Tim blinks, frowning. He looks down, but there’s nothing there. Maybe the fabric just got caught in the back of his desk chair or on the armrest or something? He has been sitting in a kind of weird pose, all folded up with one leg tossed up onto the desk as he stares at the case files on his screen. So probably—

Tug. Another one, sharper, more insistent. And he hasn’t moved, so it definitely wasn’t just the shirt getting caught on something. Tug, tug.

Tim blinks. What…?

An invisible touch runs down his arm, circles his wrist, and gently but insistently tugs him away from the desk, towards his and Kon’s bedroom (their bedroom, both of theirs, now that they’ve finally moved in together for real)—

Oh. It hits him a second later, and he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face in response. He probably looks like a goofy, lovesick fool, but like, in his place, who wouldn’t?

Honestly, if it took him this long to realize that it’s Kon’s TTK, trying to pull him into Kon’s arms as Kon sleeps, he’s so not making any more progress on this case tonight anyway. Still grinning like a besotted idiot, he closes his laptop and peels himself out of his chair. The little tendril wrapped around his wrist pulls at him again, and he huffs out a breathy laugh as he clicks off his desk lamp.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he murmurs. Kon’s still asleep—if he was awake, he would’ve just yoinked Tim straight into bed, with none of this gentle tugging and nudging—but hopefully it’ll still reassure him on some level.

Man, now that he’s actually gotten up, Tim realizes he’s tired. He makes a quick stop at the bathroom, then tosses his pants in the vague direction of the hamper and clambers into bed. The second his knees touch the mattress, the TTK goes from tiny tendrils with gentle tugs to a feeling almost like a giant hand grabbing him around the torso (just as gentle, though). Tim goes limp, grinning again, and lets Kon haul him over and bundle him up in his arms as if Tim’s a big teddy bear.

Kon lets out a big, satisfied sigh, sleepily nuzzling into Tim’s neck. His embrace is loose and relaxed with sleep, but his TTK is still firmly wrapped around Tim, shoulders to hips; it’s kind of like a weighted blanket, but cuddlier.

“Hi, you.” Tim wraps his arms around Kon’s shoulders and presses his lips to Kon’s forehead, still beaming. His chest is full of warm fuzzies, and if he wasn’t so tired, he’d be giddy. Kon loves him. He knows that, of course, but to have Kon’s telekinesis plaintively reach for him from sleep really just hammers it in all over again.

Kon hums something unintelligible and smushes his face into Tim’s collarbone in what might be supposed to be a kiss. Tim grins, melting in contentment. Kon’s boneless and warm against him, and their bed is soft and cozy. He’s ready to drift off.

“G’night, clone boy,” he murmurs, heart full. “Gonna tease you about this tomorrow.”

Kon lets out a soft, breathy mumble against his neck and sighs. Tim strokes his fingers idly over the shaved hair just above the nape of his neck, and finally closes his eyes, smiling.

#rimi writes #peacheel #timkon #sleepy cuddles!!! i took the prompt and went a little to the left bc. well. ttk my beloved #i did think abt the wedding one but. heres the thing. tim would NOT say ''til death do us part''.#death already parted us once you asshole!!! even if you die on me again you're not getting out of this marriage that easily!!!!!#but also i just cant resist kon searching the apartment for tim in his sleep. gotta find his timmy-bear... you know like a teddy bear.#tim #kon

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johnnystorms · 3 months

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When Peter was seven, Mrs Kanowski wrote in his report card that he always has something to say. Uncle Ben had found it quite funny. Aunt May had elbowed him in the side and murmured something about it not being a compliment, a word Peter didn’t quite grasp until a year later, when Gwen Stacy socked him in the shoulder then said, “I like your socks.” (They were covered in crossed swords and skulls wearing pirate hats, much to Aunt May’s dismay. Harry thought they were cool, though, and so did Peter, kind of, and now so did Gwen. So there.) “Thanks,” Peter had said, and that had been that. Not his first friend, but one of them.

He doesn’t know why he thinks about that now.

They’re on the roof of the Baxter Building. The sun is setting, spilling red and pink and orange all over Johnny, over his golden hair, the planes of his face, the brightness of his grin. The grin in question: the remnants of laughter, left over from Peter telling him about the time Harry keyed his dad’s car in a fit of six-year-old pique and Peter had tried to take the blame, only for Norman to dismiss the attempt with a brisk you’d have chosen more sensible places to do it, which had made Johnny absolutely howl with laughter.

“Really, Pete,” he says, still grinning, “what kind of six year old gets told they’d commit vandalism sensibly?” He snorts, shaking his head, looking out over the city.

Mrs Kanowski was wrong, it seems. Peter is tongue-tied, watching Johnny’s eyes crinkle in the corners, the slope of his nose as he looks out over towards the Chrysler Building. It swells in him, the way Johnny looks right now, the way he feels, loose-limbed and relaxed and happy. Peter likes Johnny a lot of ways, but this is maybe his favourite, when it’s just the two of them, and Johnny has that smile that looks like it put the stars in the sky, instead of the one he flashes at people in corridors, at the press when they get in too close, at ex-girlfriends and maybe-boyfriends – everyone who wants a piece of him.

It’s a nice smile, don’t get him wrong. Peter is mostly immune to Johnny’s charms, but that one still makes his chest feel a little warmer. It’s just got nothing on Johnny when he’s like this, bright and open and beautiful.

“I wonder what you’d have been like if you’d known me back then,” Johnny says, still not looking at Peter. His voice has gone thoughtful, smile fading until all that’s left is a soft tilt to his lips. “What I’d have been like.” He’s quiet for a second, and then: “I’m a little jealous, you know.”

Peter can’t work the words out of his mouth. His tongue feels too thick. Still, there must be something questioning enough in his gaze when Johnny glances back at him that it gets conveyed, because Johnny blinks, then smiles ruefully.

“That they knew you back then – Harry and Gwen and even Mary Jane, though I know she was a little later. They all got to know you so early… It kinda feels like I was missing out.” The way he says kinda is like an inside joke, the type where you’re the only one in on it, where you’re laughing at yourself. Peter’s heart aches.

Johnny’s smile goes crooked as he looks back at Peter again. “You’re my first real friend, Peter. You know that, right?”

And, like, maybe. Maybe Peter knew that, logically, if he ever really thought about it, but he didn’t – he doesn’t – because Johnny is bright and handsome and funny, charming and charismatic and wildly popular even though he has enough personality defects to fill a dictionary. Everyone likes Johnny, even some of his exes, and the ones who don’t usually have a grudge to pick with his brother-in-law, or they think Johnny is just like any vapid, handsome, rich, famous type. And it’s not that he’s not, but he’s also so much more than that. Sometimes Johnny is so much that Peter doesn’t have words to contain it.

But that’s a lonely thing too.

So maybe Peter knew, on some level, that this is what he is to Johnny, this is the space he occupies. But he’s never really thought it consciously, never really framed it that way, and certainly never heard it out loud before.

He swallows. Hard.

Johnny just blinks again, then grins. It’s not that crooked one, small and quiet and delicate enough to make Peter wish he could fit it in his pocket. It’s a sudden blitz against the sky, against Peter’s fucking mental stability, because it is so gorgeous that it is utterly devastating. Peter is devastated and Johnny is beautiful. Status quo.

Mrs Kanowski was definitely wrong, Peter thinks, as he slides a little closer to Johnny, nestles up against him so that their thighs are pressed close and their shoulders are knocking together. Because when Johnny looks at him like that, he can’t think of a single thing to say.

#johnny storm #peter parker #spideytorch #vaguely high school au? written for the prompt ‘firsts’#not… that i can tell anymore why i wrote this for ‘firsts’ lmao #this isn’t new in that i wrote it for twt 1.5yrs ago #but i literally forgot abt it until searching smth on my twt just now #jane writes sometimes #meet me at the usual place #also sorry for the awol work has been Whew but i will be putting the avengers twilight one on ao3 later

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 1 year

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Whump Prompt #1132

Give me characters who will move heaven and earth to ensure the whumpee is found, rescued, and receiving the best medical care available to them.

#whump #writing #prompts #ideas #angst #team dynamics #found family #team as a family #search and rescue #rescue

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apileofashandember · 1 year

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Merthur & Hunith, where after Arthur's coronation, they invite her to Camelot, and the citizens treat Hunith like royalty, since Merlin is considered to be like the unofficial queen, and Merlin and Arthur don't know that why it's happening, but don't stop it either.

Bonus if Hunith knows exactly what's happening and is just reveling in it.

#merthur #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #idea #writing prompt #fanfic search

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skylernightmare · 8 months

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DC x DP Prompt *1*

The first time it happened Danny thought he just had a really weird dream, after a really rough fight with Vlad.

Because how else could he explain to himself that he was in another body without the option to leave it or use any of his powers?

And why the heck was he so fucking angry without a good reason?!

As soon as Jason wakes up, he knows something is not fucking right.

The pits are quite and this is not his safe house.

Also... why the fuck is his(?) heart beating slower than it has any right to be?!

After he was back in his body he searched for Amity Park, but... there is no town like this in Illinois?! That is some magic bullshit, right?

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I present you all: The 'Your Name' AU!

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babyhoney · 3 months

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"the problem is you're here with him, and it's bothering me, and i don't like that it's bothering me."

writer post

i want to start this off by saying if we've written in the past and lost touch, feel free to interact/reach out. i've penned stories with exquisite writers in the past decade, so please don't be a stranger!

as i enter my 24th year, i'm primarily interested in angsty, smutty, passionate romances.

here's a plot i've been dying to write:

my muse (a woman) and your muse (a man) work together. she’s 25 and he’s 30. he’s in a senior role at a studio; her boss reports to him. he’s a bachelor and has no plans of settling down. she’s one of the most talented new hires and they are… extremely attracted to each other. their work group goes out and they let loose and end up hooking up, but he makes it clear this is just sex, and she agrees because she doesn’t want to jeopardize her work situation. with that said, he likes her a lot; he thinks she’s mind-blowing, and it’s hard to impress him. she melts whenever she sees him (and of course when he’s inside her). everyone at work suspects they’re fucking but no one knows for sure because he won’t confirm or deny. but as they grow more domestic, jealousy arises for each party at the realization they're both free to do as they please. the quote at the beginning of the post is sure to make an appearance; trust me.

i'd love if your muse used harry styles's face claim. this will not be a canonical harry plot (obviously). i'm also open to hearing other fcs (i like avan jogia, for example), but please know my strong preference is for harry.

a few important things:

twenty-one+ only. i'm 24 and include mature themes in my stories, including detailed smut and drug/alcohol use.

discord and/or telegram. i prefer telegram but if discord is your jam, let's make it happen.

no larries. nothing further to add.

if you've read this far and this shit interests you, pleeease interact! would love to (re)connect and build little universes together.

#harry styles rp #harry styles roleplay #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #plot bunny #plot based rp #plot driven rp #roleplay #rp partner search #rp promo #rp prompts #rp partner wanted

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 month

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HC hyrule, resuscitation

I finally got a job!!! I'm working at our local animal shelter

So for my bonus blorbo, HC wild?

I cant remember their jobs beyond time and hyrules 😭

"Okay, I need your opinion on this."

Hyrule glanced up from his snack to look at Wild, and he smirked mischievously. "Is that why you made me some food? To bribe me?"

Wild laughed. "No! I just--it's this medical scene in a show."

Oh heavens. Hyrule watched him, quirking his mouth and pulling a hesitant expression. "Uh... sure."

Smiling, his friend turned on the TV, pulling up a show. Hyrule didn't recognize it, but he wasn't sure that was a good thing or not. When the scene played, it showed two medics kneeling by an unconscious person.

"He's not breathing," the medic noted worriedly.

Hyrule raised an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes as he watched it play out. When the medics didn't bother checking for a pulse, he shifted uncomfortably. Before he could really say anything, the patient suddenly had defibrillator pads on them, and the television medic said, "Clear!"

Hyrule blinked. "Wait, did they just--"

The patient jumped with a shock, and the medics glanced at the monitor. "We got a heart beat!"

The scene paused. Hyrule glanced hesitantly at Wild, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

Hyrule's expression soured. "You just did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Wild burst out laughing.

#you ask skye answers #lovely rock n onyx #Ooo a job at the animal shelter!! girl that sounds SO fun #I've wanted to start volunteering at the local wildlife shelter I really need to do that #and get back into search and rescue lol #writing #writing prompt #lu in healthcare #lu hyrule #lu wild #Wild likes trolling his friends #Hyrule's a little quieter with his annoyance tho but it's still evident on his face

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moregraceful · 3 months

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wip wednesday...it's me...ya boy....refusing to let people forget nick suzuki is not white lol

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Cole’s played with Nick for so long that he feels unbalanced when he’s on the face off against him for the first time. His dark intent eyes and the determined line of his mouth; Cole’s seen that look from right beside him for almost a decade. He never thought he’d be on the receiving end.

Nick’s skin is a warm brown against the white of the Canadian’ away jerseys, something Cole has seen hundreds of times in Montreal, ten years in, and has never been particularly taken by, but he looks warmer, here, even though they’re in Switzerland in February and it had been a long, long Montreal winter before they’d even gotten on the plane.

He didn’t get a haircut before the NHL took a break for the Olympics and Cole is suddenly desperate to know what his hair looks like now, if it’s messier under the helmet, if it tangles and curls, or if it just stands straight up. Nick’s usually pretty strict about getting a haircut, but there was a long road trip before they broke for the Olympics and the last time Cole saw Nick, his hair was growing out in ways Cole had never seen.

He looks, hmm. Dreamy is a word for it, maybe. Maybe that one Montreal gossip blog who named him Quebec’s most eligible bachelor in January had the right idea. Cole had made fun of him for weeks when he got the promoted post on Instagram but he sees the potential now, the shape of it.

Cole grins at him. Nick’s mouth doesn’t move.

“Switzerland’s beautiful in the winter,” he says. The ref is still shouting at Kirby and Trevor at the other side of the circle about how they won’t quit knocking each other around.

Nick looks at him but doesn’t say anything.

“You look better in red and blue though,” says Cole. “The white jersey, I dunno. You do better with a little color. Gonna be glad to see you out of it.”

Nick blinks.

“Maybe tonight,” says Cole.

Nick says, “fucking—Cole, are you this much of a maniac with everybody?”

They bend down. The ref puts his whistle in his mouth.

“No,” says Cole. Nick makes a face. Cole laughs. “You’re the only Canadian I’d ever cross those borders for.”

“Either pull the fuck up or fuck off, Caufield,” says Nick, but the corners of his eyes are crinkled, before he turns determined and intense again.

The ref tells them to shut up in French and drops the puck. Nick swipes it.

#it is my duty as a mixed race asian to force white fans to confront the fact that jrob nick suzuki et al are not white #always trying to balance between exoticism versus brown skin is very beautiful from a white hockey player's perspective but frankly #most of them have some deep soul-searching to do anyway #oh i just had a thought that would blow open the discourse but would also get me specifically in so much trouble #anyway tk i liked your prompt very much and i hope that someday soon i stop posting and write again #it's been a fun exercise trying to write from cole's perspective which i have never tried before #he is developing-intent flirty with one (1) man and friendly flirty with many (many) olympians #and that has been a fun balancing act #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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DPXDC Prompt Masterlist #401-450

401. Bat Tutor

402. Time to Give an Old Friend a Call...

403. Wes Weston, Reporter for the Gotham Gazette

404. Unwanted Heirloom: The Ghost King's Contract

405. Danny: CCPN Photographer

406. Danny: Gotham Biochemist

407. New Management and Better Ghost Gear

408. Ancient Flowers for Poison Ivy

409. Fix and Unthaw (Dr. Freeze)

410. Sam finds Injured Jason

411. Dangerous Feedback (GL)

412. Batman took Ghost Drugs

413. Wes Weston finds Jason Todd

414. Magic and Monster Fucker (John Constantine)

415. Glow In The Dark Eyes (Wes)

416. Constantine meets Clockwork

417. Ghostly Wing AU

418. Do Not Enter: Radiation Hazard (DP)

419. Eldritch Dreams and Nightmares

420. Danny is Terry's Dad

421. Jason's Aunt: Sam Manson

422. Jason Watches his Death Again

423. GZ Out of Sync with Reality (Fav Prompts)

424. What a Tall Woman

425. Jason Time Swap AU (Fav Prompts)

426. Jason Rewatches the Titan Tower Incident

427. John Constantine Saves Danny

428. Only Liminal People can see Ghosts. Tim isn't Liminal

429. Danny Possesses Jason's Motorcycle.

430. Killer Moth's Sidekick

431. Impaired Speaking Jason with Ghost Speak (Fav Prompts)

432. Jason and Jazz go to the same Gym

433. Oracle meets Jazz Fenton

434. Danny thinks GL's are Ghosts

435. Maddie is Friends with Jim Gordon (Fav Prompts)

436. Danny owns a DC Character's Soul

437. Tech Disaster

438. Dani meets Dick Grayson.

439. Dick Mistakes Jazz as Babs

440. Billy's Twitch Chat Rants

441. Kwan works in the Wayne PR Dept.

442. Ra's tries to Clone Tim. Instead Teleports Dani

443. Danny meets the Ghost of Robin

444. Twinsies! (Damian and Danny family bonding)

445. Damian gets Revived. Wakes up in GZ

446. Danny is Wayne's Personal Pilot (Fav Prompts)

447. Tim Drake's Secretary: Daniel Fenton (Fav Prompts)

448. Golden Age Superman Meets Danny

449. Dan Phantom and Jason Todd are Bros

450. The Speedforce rejects the GZ

#tried to make the titles more cohesive and easy for you to search for a specific idea #hope this helps and is nicer #bones masterlist #bones prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc prompts #danny phantom #bones writes

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bunnyboy-whumpee · 5 months

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More Osheen @mikaelwhumps

#pet whump #whump community #whump rp #whumpee #whump prompt #whump writing #whump #whumptober2023 #whumpblr #whump tropes #rp ad #oc rp #new rp #roleplay #oc roleplay #rp partner search

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seiya-starsniper · 7 months

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WIP Word Search Game

I AM 8 BAJILLION YEARS LATE WITH NO EXCUSES (that's a lie, I was sick so haven't written too much lmaoooooo) but thank you so much for the tags @five-and-dimes and @hardly-an-escape

My words are cold, warm, soft, hold, hurt and book, scare, red, hip, tree. Let's see what we've got!

Putting this under a cut because it got long!

Cold:

From an Untitled Dreamling Forced Marriage AU

Dream wishes he had tried harder to convince Robert to open their marriage. Then maybe he could have had someone else’s child, and taken the fall for an affair and run off, out of this cold, loveless place. But Robert had vehemently refused him even that small comfort, and Dream now finds himself hating his husband for it. Now he was trapped forever, with no escape.

Warm:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

“Hey,” Hob greets warmly, breaking Dream out of his reverie and forcing him to reboot his brain. “Hob,” Dream says, cringing internally at how breathless he sounds despite Hob being the one breathing heavily at his door. If the other man notices, he doesn’t comment on it. “It’s bloody hot outside,” Hob replies. He runs a hand through his sweat soaked hair and Dream has to clamp his jaw shut before he blurts out something stupid like “it’s bloody hot inside too”.

Soft:

From the Untitled sequel to A Dream for a Viscount

He wakes to sunlight filtering through the windows, soft and gentle. Hob is snoring peacefully next to him, a rarity as he is normally an early riser while Dream prefers to sleep in. Dream’s last night of heat had been his most fervent, and he blushes when he remembers how desperately he had begged for Hob’s knot, had even begged the alpha to stay inside him until they both fell asleep.

Hold:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

Dream doesn’t expect Hob to show up for their final session. He has every right not to. When he had left Dream’s apartment last week, Dream had buried himself in his work and his sketches. He obsessively stalked the man's social media accounts and downloaded dozens of photos to use a reference in case he needed them to finish his project. In case Hob decided to not come back. The photos don't hold a candle to the real thing though.

Hurt:

From the Untitled sequel to Break Me, Shake Me

Johanna explains to the group gathered who Dream is, and why he’s agreed to help them. Though many of the group regard him warily, as they should, they all fully accept that he's yet another person that's been irreparably hurt by Roderick. Dream wonders what it is they see when they look at him. Roderick has not left him with scars, nor starved him. But there must be something in his expression because Dream catches more than a few pitying glances.

Book:

Continuation of Untitled Portrait of a Man (I Want to Obliterate Me)

“So are you going to let me see what you've done so far, or do I need to wait for the finished product?” Hob asks, settling himself back on the lounge and looking far too comfortable. He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed, much to Dream’s chagrin. It’s not that he minds Hob’s company, but he’s so horny he might actually explode if Hob doesn’t dress and leave soon. “When I have something worth sharing, you will be the first to see it,” Dream replies, more curt than he'd intended. Hob doesn't seem bothered by his shortness though, he simply huffs in amusement before he stands and walks over to where Dream is sitting as he finishes some additional lines on his sketches. On instinct, Dream pulls his sketchbook close to his chest when Hob is close enough, and when he looks up, he finds himself staring at the most brilliant amber brown eyes he’s ever seen. He almost tells Hob to sit back down just so he can sketch them.

Scare:

Not found in any of my WIP documents (but I'm sure that'll change soon enough!)

Red:

Follow up to SnowBaz Dreamling shenanigans, requested by @bazzybelle

“ ‘m not drunk,” Morpheus insists. Hob snorts. “Sure, sure, and I had the queen of England over at my place this summer,” Hob jokes. “I’m serious!” Morpheus insists, huffing and puffing out his cheeks like a small child. It’s absolutely adorable, if not absolutely terrible for Hob’s balance. Morpheus’s cheeks and lips are both flushed cherry-red from the cold, the most color Hob’s ever seen on the other man since they met. It was a really good look on him. A very tempting look. “Pretty sure your boyfriend would agree with me,” Hob replies, reminding himself that no matter how cute and tempting Morpheus looked, Hob wasn’t a homewrecker. Even if Baz would have thanked him for him and written him a check for enough money to pay the rest of his rent and tuition for the rest of the year. Morpheus furrows his brow. “Boyfriend?” he asks in a confused state. “What boyfriend?”

Hip:

From the Untitled sequel to Break Me, Shake Me

“What do you like, baby?” Hob asks again. “Tell me, I’ll give it to you.” Dream wants to say, look at me. Tell me you can't live without me. Instead, he places a hand on the alpha’s chest, pushing him back and off of him until Hob is sitting on his ankles watching him, his eyes never leaving Dream’s. Then Dream turns and presents himself, bracing on his elbows and knees as he spreads his legs as wide as he can manage. “Take me rough, just like this,” Dream whines. “I want to feel you so deep inside me, I forget everything else.” Hob growls and grabs him by the hips, before the alpha finally, finally does what Dream’s been fantasizing about for weeks and sinks himself into the omega’s cunt.

Tree:

From Chapter 3 of Set the Night on Fire

“You need to leave,” Dream says, his voice low and dangerous as he hears the adventuring party advance further into his territory. By his estimates, they would be at the bottom of the trail leading up the mountain in an hour. “What? Why?” Hob asks, sitting up and now fully awake. Dream does not explain further, he simply grabs Hob by the waist, careful not to squeeze too hard on the soft human’s body, before he dashes out of the cave and jumps from the cliff, taking off into the chilly morning air. “What the fucking hell!” Hob yells as Dream carries them high above the trees, and as far away from the fast approaching humans as the bounds of his curse will allow. He cannot allow the humans to see Hob. He cannot allow them to think Hob is aligned with him. If they do, they’ll kill him, and Dream would not be able to stand it if he loses another human companion.

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 8 months

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Whump Prompt #1271

Whumptober #3: "Make it stop."

But instead of the traditional context of the whumpee begging for the torture to end, it could be:

The doctor wishing the flatline alarm would stop, and for the patients heart to resume a normal beat.

The leader calling off the search party as it's been so long. - "Stop- just- we need to stop this."

The coordinator saying it as the team goes off to fight the Big Bad End Game - "Make it stop - get all this madness to stop."

The torturer saying to the whumpee. "Make it stop? I can do that..."

The whumper telling the medic as they leave - the whumpee has been screaming and the whumpers flippant "Make it stop." is for their own sake rather than the whumpees.

The caretaker saying to the whumpee to get them to step up - "You can make all of this stop if you just grow up."

#whumptober2023 #whumptober #writing #prompts #ideas #angst #scenarios #flatline #search parties #torture #kidnapping #dialogue prompt

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wow-an-unfunny-joke · 2 months

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IM ABOUT TO DO SOEMTHING DUMB!

Okay so i saw this post and was like "ah neat" and then i made this wheel and now i'm going to write a one shot for every single ship on there

I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HOW IM GOING TO DO THIS BUT FUCK YOU THE FIRST SHIP ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK IS

ENGIEMEDIC!! WOOOOO Science Party!!!

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