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questions-about-blorbos · 3 days ago
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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds
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arizonova · 1 day ago
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"... And it will give us access to this engine. Enabling the entire float would be just a matter of minutes. What do you think?"
"I think we should be friends! Also, I do find your eyes twinkling as you speak about plans and whatnot veeery cute. I mean, I knew that you are the one coordinating our outings. My job was just to think about dramatic entry and to stop you and your nefarious activities. But... This? This much work? Did you.. Did you think about me during the plannings?"
"For fucks sake, this is truce is on temporary basis. We are not friends"
"Pretty please? "
"Get a hold of yourself"
The villain decides to do the classic "team up to defeat a common foe" trope but it's been taking a lot longer than they had expected,the heroes are getting emotionally attached and it's starting to get weird.
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littlemissadams · 14 hours ago
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DpxDc Prompt
Danny's really good at summoning the dead. 100% success rate type deal. Just bring something they were attached to in life and ta-da! A chance to say whatever to your lost loved one.
6 months after Jason Todd's death a greif riddled Dick Grayson tracks Danny down to try and see his little brother one more time. Except the summoning fails.
Several times.
Finally, Danny asks if Dick is sure the person he's looking for is dead.
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daily-prompts · 2 days ago
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Prompt 2535
Write the iterations of a soul over its many reincarnated lifetimes.
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aloysiavirgata · 17 hours ago
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msr stuck in an elevator
The first time they fell into bed it was in the way of people in wartime.
Rain-soaked, jet-lagged. Exhausted. And suddenly, somehow, they were kissing on her couch like a couple of high school kids. He cupped her breasts with frank adoration, felt her up like a tenth grader at Homecoming.
Diana was dead and Scully didn’t want to be smug but ultimately she was alive and he was alive and the biosphere felt so tenuous but so hopeful.
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“Fuck,” Scully spits, when the elevator jams. “Christ.”
It thrills him still, her profanity. Bad girls cutting class, smoking Virginia Slims behind the wood shop. Pegged jeans.
She grabs the red phone, informs the operator of their predicament. Asks that someone turn the goddamned alarm off.
“Yes ma’am. Agent Scully, I’m turning that alarm off now and it appears we can have the situation resolved in about twenty minutes.” She clicks off, and so does the alarm, thankfully.
Scully huffs, agitated. Scully’s hips in clinging tailored wool, Scully’s breasts straining at her tiny plastic buttons.
Even before her couch he’d allowed himself a few fantasies on occasion. Mulder licks his lips at her distress like a fairy-tale wolf. Hates himself a little.
“It’s fine,” he soothes. “Scully it’s fine.”
She casts him a sidelong glance. “How, specifically, is it fine? We’re trapped 6 floors up for the next twenty minutes.”
He grins at her in a way he’s been told is charming. “I bet I could keep you busy for twenty minutes.”
Scully rolls her eyes. “First of all, cameras.”
“Thanks for not making the easy joke, Scully. You’re a classy dame.”
Scully dips her head in acquiescence. She has the spare grace of a Cimabue angel.
Mulder considers. Teasing aside, he doesn’t want her to think she’s a naughty librarian to him now, a naughty cop. Reduced in his eyes, simplified to her body.
He’s known about Daniel for years, though Scully doesn’t know he does.
He sits on the floor, knees drawn up. “Take a seat, Scully. You know the drill - yes or no questions only.”
She hesitates for only a second, then joins him on the filthy carpet.This is a favorite car trip game.
“Okay,” Mulder begins. “A young woman has her picture taken with her great-grandfather. The two of them have never met and, even during and after the picture is taken, neither of them is aware of this connection.”
Her skirt is rucked up around her thighs but he hardly notices. He notices her bright eyes, her furrowed brow.
He hopes he has honored her.
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memepocalypse · 1 day ago
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Send, "You looked cold." for sender to give receiver their jacket.
Send, "I'm not cold." for receiver to give sender their jacket.
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pleasantvoidphantom · 2 days ago
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Not accurate but I kind of wish it was. It'd be hilarious.
@razzberrydazz
Tag game time baby
Ok here are the rules:
1: Go to Character Headcanon Generator
2: Type the name of your current #1 kin character/comfort character
3: Press the "Create Headcanon" button
4: Take a screenshot of the headcanon that it generated and post it in your reblog
5: Tag some moots
Here I'll go first :3
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questions-about-blorbos · 2 days ago
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This request was sent to us and we made a poll in response to it. Send any Blorbo-related question you want to our inbox and we’ll make a poll on which people can vote with their own Blorbos in minds
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all-that-you-can-draw · 3 days ago
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OTP Drawing Prompts 56: Accidents
Warning: These range quite a bit in intensity. Some of these could be triggering and/or graphic.
Person A accidentally running into Person B and knocking them over
Person A and Person B getting into a car accident
Person A pissing/shitting themself in front of Person B
Person A accidentally breaking something expensive/irreplaceable that belongs to Person B
Person A accidentally getting Person B pregnant
Person A accidentally hurting themself and Person B taking care of them
Person A and Person B getting into a plane crash
Person A accidentally messing up their lines during a performance and Person B trying to help them get back on track
Person A accidentally spilling food on Person B
Person A accidentally misremembering something that Person B told them to do and doing it incorrectly
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glitter-stained · 3 days ago
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Prompt: Sleeping Murder
Look, it's not that Jason regrets killing these people. There were the child traffickers, and the pedocriminal, and the guy who sold poison in his smack ring and the woman who would have murdered her children and the terrorists-to-be... The point is, they deserved to die, and he will not feel bad for killing them. It's nasty work, and it maybe takes knowing death intimately to do it, but he does, and he will show Bruce what he was too cowardly to do, dirty himself with blood to show him what's necessary. But it is dirty. He is. He doesn't regret it, and doesn't begrudge the power of being able to bring change to this fucked up world, but he won't delude himself into pretending that it didn't come at a price. He was good once, and now he isn't, and somewhere in between the bright yellow cape and waking in his grave and the moment he made his first kill he lost something, too.
Or at least he thinks he did.
Because that's the thing that's been bothering him more and more, haunting his dreams and looping in his thoughts at the most inconvenient times: he doesn't remember. There are holes in his memory from dying and getting brain damage and the pit and all the trauma. Most of it is inconsequential, like a blurr on the details of how he took down Scarecrow, something about Dick nagging at his mind he can't quite place, the taste of Alfred's apple pie. Details, sleeping dogs best left to lie, like a word on the tip of the tongue. (And that one shadow he doesn't like to think about, a woman with blonde hair catching onto light like a spiderweb, the smell of cigarette smoke and unshakeable terror.) But there's one memory - a woman, a noose, Robin, a man on a balcony- that's taking up all the space like an impolite date. "Robin. Did Felipe fall? Or was he pushed?"
He doesn't know. Oh god, he doesn't know. He has all those plans, all that scheming that demands his entire attention if he wants to go against the Batman and win, and he can't focus on anything past the rasp in Bruce's voice as he asked the question. He needs answers before he makes his debut, but the only other witness is dead and did he do this? Was he always destined to die, always doomed to a violence so deep the only way to tame it was to wield it like a knife? This cannot hold. He needs to investigate, but he has no informant, no access to the casefiles, to the GCPD. He needs an ally.
Look, it's not that Tim is a bad Robin. Tim is a good Robin. He follows orders, and he trains hard and works hard and thinks things through and never does anything stupid or impulsive because he's not like -he's a good Robin. (Darla is still dead. His parents are still dead. Steph -oh god, Bruce just told him- Steph is- Tim is a good Robin. He is. This is all he has left.) Batman doesn't seem to believe so, though, if the way he keeps sidelining him and withholding information is anything to go by... After all he's done, all he's sacrificed, Bruce still doesn't trust him, he still doesn't measure up. How could he, when he's competing with a ghost?
So when a mysterious man barges into his life, dragging along shadows of a past he can’t allow to get to Bruce, not when he’s done so much to bring him back from the brink, Tim knows what he has to do: find out who is the man who knows too much in the red mask, his relation to the murder of a long-dead diplomat’s son, and put the ghost of the second Robin to rest once and for all.
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ri-afan · 10 hours ago
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Scarecrow
The Dannies (Dan, Danny, and Dani) all separately have interactions with the man and he turns himself in.
Danny sciences better/asks a ton of different questions/is pretty pure in his curiosity and maybe doesn’t realise the guy is a rogue (in his defence, ghosts are weird and maybe Scarecrow has barely enough of the chemicals on him that when Danny smells it maybe he just thinks it’s the guy’s aura), Dani pranks (check out this goonie fella! …imma mess with him), and Dan haunts (Mr. I-can-do-fear-better-just-watch).
No, each of the 3D group does not know the other has met Scarecrow.
Use this random DC character wheel to write a dpxdc prompt, fanfic, or blurb below! (Or just say what ya got ehehe)
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pettyprompts · 23 hours ago
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“Love isn’t gentle. Not like that.”
“It could be.”
“No, not here.”
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blueberri-blu · 2 days ago
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[rise] leo x reader (post movie)
Movie Spoilers!!
Angst to Fluff <3
Prompt 7: "I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!" "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"
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Emotions were running high, to say the least.
Everyone was coping anyway they could
Donnie was locked away in his lab, tinkering with his tech in hopes of making it safer
Raph was cooped up in his room, refusing to come out, practicing anger management
And Mikey kept practicing and practicing his mystic magic.
Leo on the other hand? He kept on going as of his usual self.
Albeit, he was a bit more serious, but he was acting as if nothing had ever happened.
You thought maybe he just didn't want to talk about it so soon. But days turned to weeks, turned to months. And now it had been 7 months after the invasion, and he had yet to talk about it.
You asked all of his brothers if had opened up and talked to them, not needing to know the details, just wanting to see if he had been able to speak to someone about the traumatizing event. Yet, everyone said no.
Leo had his lips sealed... Other than his typical one liners and puns, that is.
You were determined to get him to talk, to anyone, really, it didn't have to be you! You just wanted the best for him, and suppressing his feelings just wasn't the way to do so.
You were going to trap him. No way for him to escape, no way for him to avoid you, nothing.
You promised Leo a romantic night out. A rooftop with fairy lights, blankets and pillows, his favorite foods and snacks, the whole works.
"A surprise you say, and what brought this on Mi amor?" "oh nothing, just thought I'd do something nice for you, mi rey" (mi rey = my king) oh he was putty in your hands, especially after that nickname. And so you two continued on with your day as normal.
Once evening rolled around, you texted Leo the address, and started your trip there.
Surprisingly, you were the first to arrive, meaning you could double check everything, just in case.
Poor Leo arrived and practically melted, the scene was so romantic, with New Yorks city lights making a beautiful background for your two's night out.
You ate dinner, had a dessert, and then just laid together under the fairy lights.
"Oh, mi vida (my life) you have truly outdone yourself, really, you've swept me off my feet." "I'm glad Leo, really, I know these last few months have been... Rough" "haha, right ... Ahem, anyway, that dinner was impeccable, mi amor, this whole date has been delicious, yet I still have room for more... *Wink* because I could just eat you up!" His fingers went to your sides, tickling you to the point of you not being able to breathe. The only sounds you could make, were wheezing.
"LEOOOOOO STO- HAHAHAHA- STOOOOOP" He only stopped when he noticed your face was too close to a blue hue.
"ok, ok, ok, my hands *jazz hands* are up, officer"
You sighed, "Leo... Look, you... You're great, really, and... I want you to know that, I love you, so so much, ok? And, all I want is the best for you!"
"I'd sure hope so, we are dating y'know"
"Leo... You know what I mean Mi Rey"
"Of course I do! This romantic gesture, your loving words, are you going to propose to me mi amor?"
"Leo..."
"I mean, I do believe we are young, but, he'll! I'd say yes!"
"LEO!"
"Mi Vida!"
"I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"
"And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!"
...
You stared at each other. And that's when you saw it. The fear. Leo was scared, you could see it in his eyes, it swirled around, grabbing him, choking him. He quickly looked away, feeling the lump in his throat grow bigger and bigger
"Leo... I know it's hard to talk about but... You can't keep it bottled up, it will only make things worse, mi rey" "... I know but..." He looked back up at you.
You could tell he was struggling, so you took hold of his hand, and started rubbing hearts in his palm. "It's ok, Leo, take your time" you said softly.
Your voice always calmed him. You were kind, and calm, a grand contrast to his... Grand and expressive personality. He loved it.
"y/n, I- my brother's, they're all- they're all struggling and I- I just wanted to-" he broke into a sob. You hugged him, tightly, allowing him to melt into you.
You took deep breaths, knowing Leo would mimic your breathing.
As he calmed down a bit, he continued "all go my brother's, they're all, they're all struggling so much, and I- all I want to do is- is cheer them up y'know? I- I wanna be their rock, I wanna be your rock too" you sighed, hugging him tighter "Leo, as much as we all appreciate the sense of normalcy you've given, that's, that's not the way to do so. What your brothers and I want is to bond over this big traumatic event we've all faced, together. You don't have to talk to me about it, it could be anyone, so long as you're not keeping it to yourself, mi vida"
It was Leo's turn to sigh. He turned, looking into your eyes, they were a bit red from his crying, and a bit puffy, but he seemed... Relived.
He then buried his face in your chest, and continued
He talked and talked, about his fears, his regrets, how he wished he could've done more, how he was so scared, how he tried his best, and still almost failed
You and Leo were there all night. Until the sun came up, waking you both. He seemed... Lighter, as if a weight heavier than life itself had been lifted off his chest.
And all Leo could think about, walking hand in hand with you on his side, back to the lair, was how much he loved you, every part of you.
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chris-in-the-headlights · 3 days ago
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I am scared of my love for you. Not because it will ruin me, but because I will let it.
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daily-prompts · 1 day ago
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Prompt 2536
“You vanished for a week, where did you go?”
“I don’t think I could explain it.”
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