#I love these sentence prompts

[new-revenant]

Twenty something year old Danny becomes a preschool teacher to a class of young meta and liminal kids, he helps to keep the kids calm when they discover their abilities and is genuinely one of the better teachers at the school. He's also a part time member of the Justice League. He's in the middle of a meeting when he gets a call from a freaked out substitute teacher saying one of the kids is stuck halfway through the wall and doesn't know what to do. Danny excuses himself and explains that one of his kids is having a small problem and he'll be right back and then leaves not realizing the chaos he left behind in his wake as the Justice League believe that Phantom has multiple kids and is a single father

I love teacher!Danny AUs, they are always so wacky and fun. And this seems so sweet! I love misunderstanding plots where the misunderstanding is something super simple. And plots where characters think someone is talking about their children children, when they’re actually talking about their students or something. Basically I love this prompt <3

So the JL know Danny is Phantom and stuff, probably are also away that’s he’s a ghost. Danny says that one of his kids is stuck in a wall at school and the substitute teacher is freaking out, so he’s gotta go real quick. Once he leaves one of the members(I’m thinking Flash because…I like him)is like, “Soo…wanna bet on how many kids he has? I’m guessing three-no-four.” The meeting quickly devolves into this conversation, until Batman or someone else steers it back.

After the meeting, rumors spread through the JL about Danny’s kids, and many bets are made. It takes them a while for everyone to figure out that Danny is just a teacher and not a father. Some figure it out faster than others though, but they think it would be funnier if they go along with the father Danny idea. Batman definitely knows what’s going on, he should know what Danny’s job is at the very least. He does consider the fact that maybe he might be a father, but that thought is short lived.

[scealaiscoite]

⋆˚࿔ seven word prompts for seven sentence fics 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

¹⁾ “really? i never knew that about you.”

²⁾ “come on, don’t pretend for my sake.”

³⁾ “looks like they left in a hurry.”

⁴⁾ “who’s calling you this late at night?”

⁵⁾ “seriously, were you dropped as a baby?!”

⁶⁾ “i could eat a horse.” “please don’t.”

⁷⁾ “ice cream? at three in the morning?”

⁸⁾ “get your ass here, right fucking now!”

⁹⁾ “i really did care about you, y’know.”

¹⁰⁾ “you’re not going home, you need stitches!”

¹¹⁾ “we need to get you warm, fast.”

¹²⁾ “how long have we been driving for?”

¹³⁾ “[name]- “ “don’t start. [boss]’s already deafened me.”¹⁾

¹⁴⁾ “what’s a single bed between three friends?”

¹⁵⁾ “why are you in just a towel?!”

¹⁶⁾ “i’m your bodyguard, not your damn friend.”

¹⁷⁾ “swallow your pride.” “i’d rather swallow concrete.”

¹⁸⁾ “you look really good in my money.”

¹⁹⁾ “i said i’d help. didn’t say how.”

²⁰⁾ “come, sit. i made you some dinner.”

²¹⁾ “hide! they’re coming your way, and fast!”

²²⁾ “i knew you had feelings for them.”

²³⁾ “you’re exhausted, pet. let me mind you.”

²⁴⁾ “[name]’s in the hospital. it’s not good.”

²⁵⁾ “but you promised it’d all be okay!”

²⁶⁾ “their cover’s been blown- get them out!”

²⁷⁾ “who’d buying you flowers that isn’t me?”

²⁸⁾ “i was stupid enough to believe you.”

²⁹⁾ “isn’t paying for dinner a date thing?”

³⁰⁾ “for you, i’d do anything.” “i know.”

[soulprompts]

send in " knock, knock. " for the sender to show up on the receiver's doorstep, knock on their door, and as soon as the receiver opens the door, the sender grabs them and kisses them passionately.

[writing-for-whoever-listens]

Writing prompt

Person A: "You've changed"

Person B: "People are supposed to"

Person A: "Yeah, but not for the worse."

"You changed." Prompts:

"You've changed." "People are supposed to." "Yeah, but not for the worse."

"You changed." "I had to."

"You seriously thought we would be the same after so many years? People change."

"Why do things have to be different now? Everything was perfect."

"Just stay the same." "You know I can't promise that." "Please."

"What happened to you?" "Nothing you didn't know about before. I decided it was time for a change."

"Don't do this. This isn't like you." "It is now."

"You... you changed. You aren't the person I fell in love with." "As if you're the same."

"You don't need to change anything. You're perfect how you are." "If I don't do something drastic, we aren't going to survive."

"Why are you doing this? Don't you care?" "I do. Just not the way I used to."

Bonus:

"You changed?" "Yeah." "That's the third outfit in two hours??"

[ogdoadfates]

Subtle 'I love you's Prompt list

These have a mix of romantic and platonic. I'm going on a vacation soon and I don't think I'll be able to get the next chapter of my fic done before then so I'm making a lot of these for y'all to enjoy in the meantime. Feel free like always to use these for anything!

Person A cleaning Person B's house/room for them.

Person A cooking Person B's favorite meal.

Kiss to the forehead.

Person A letting Person B rest on them.

"Come on, I got you."

Person A finding a framed photo of them and Person B in Person B's house.

"Well, you're family to me."

"You care. And it shows."

Buying the other a gift because it reminded them of the other.

Flowers.

Checking in when the other is sick.

Making the other a gift by hand.

Being there for the other after they lost someone.

"What do you mean? You have me."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"You make life better."

"What?" "Nothing, you're just beautiful."

Sitting on a bench together at sunset or sunrise.

Letting the other cry themselves to sleep in their arms.

Person A visiting Person B unannounced to cheer them up.

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY KASUMI GOTO *  assorted dialogue from mass effect 2 and 3, adjust as necessary

i swear to god, i didn't touch anything.

in case i don't see you again, thanks. that was a lot of fun.

and the "boxers or briefs" question is finally answered.

there's a certain aura about you. like you've seen things no one else has.

there's no way you're recruiting me to fight in a galactic war.

i wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't dangerous.

this is our stop.

you say the nicest things.

i'm a thief. stealing? it's who i am.

by the way, are you going to call security?

hey, come on. i never get caught.

ugh, i really need to avoid dairy.

you know, twenty years from now, this could be worth a fortune.

all right. i'm in.

nice working with you again.

this place has more money than it knows what to do with.

well... nobody's perfect.

hey, i'm nostalgic, not dead.

i like the seedier towns. they're prettier.

maybe when we're done with the mayhem thing, i could come back and... recover a thing or two.

now stop bothering me!

this is all i have left.

i imagine with all that's happened, old friends are becoming a luxury.

you know what i haven't had in ages? ramen.

come back later. i'm sure i'll have more to talk about.

i'm not really sure what to do with myself.

i'll stay off the grid. no one will know i exist.

well, that didn't go as expected.

we've never seen each other in person.

no one knows what i look like.

if we're lucky, you won't even have to draw your gun.

i always expect trouble. that's why you're here.

we should probably wrap this up.

see you on the ship.

you'd look really out of place at a society party in armor, don't you think?

i was just thinking about you.

i go through everyone's drawers.

[name] won't be able to keep his eyes off you.

getting it back will be easier with your help.

please tell me your password, [name].

good to finally meet you. i'm a fan.

my grandmother used to make the best ramen.

honestly, i'm shocked they didn't come to see me sooner.

it's my fault for being hard to find.

i'm the best thief in the business, not the most famous. need to watch my step to keep it that way.

i needed to make sure all this was legit.

you're the real deal.

even without knowing what you looked like, i knew it was you.

that's a bit of a story.

they were looking for me, so i trailed them to find out why.

i guess it slipped their minds.

i'm planning to get it back.

you'll get a briefing when the time comes.

i have a way in, and i think you're going to love it.

you'll want to look presentable.

you look great. you should wear this stuff more often.

you have been waiting patiently.

they won't hassle you over a sidearm.

you have excellent taste in underwear.

i thought about living here for a while, but everybody's so tight-ass.

it's all about money to these people.

i do what i do for the love of it. these people do it because they don't know any better.

i'm not a scientist.

this is why i don't put strange liquids in my mouth.

it's a plant!

was i that obvious?

people are talking out there... and i hear it all.

sounds like you two had a nice date.

it's nice to be able to look out a window for a change.

how many bedrooms does this place have?

i'm not really lactose intolerant, i just don't put up with lactose's stupid drama.

there's something about the feel of actual paper in your hands.

[dindjarindiaries]

Hi!!! I saw your prompts and I was hoping to request one for Din. I absolutely love your writing, especially the hurt/comfort.

I was hoping to request: “Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!” for Din. Thank you so much!

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: “Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

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You holstered your blaster as your chest heaved from the fight. You dared to look down at your throbbing leg just to see a streak of red strained across your pants. A quiet curse fell from your lips as you looked up and met Din's visor.

"Nice work." Din nodded as he made his way over to you, his gloved hands holding your shoulders as his visor gave you a once-over. "Are you..." He trailed off as his visor caught your leg.

"I'm fine." You raised a hand to the lip of his helmet and urged him to meet your gaze again. "It's just a scratch."

Din looked between your wound and your eyes a few times. He shifted his weight and sighed. "Cyar'ika..."

You held his helmet between your hands. "I'm fine." You nodded at him. "I promise." You gestured with your head to the nearest exit. "Let's head back to the ship."

Din tilted his helmet, evidently not convinced but allowing you to go on anyway. He was closer to your side—your injured side—than usual, and you tried your best to hide the slight limp you had. This wound would no doubt need a few stitches, but you planned on doing those on your own, once Din was asleep.

You hissed as you rounded a corner, and Din stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. You exhaled and raised your brow at him. "Din..."

"Can I at least look at it?" Din's free hand pulled into a tight fist at his side.

You took a quick glance around and nodded. "All right. But we should make it quick."

Din nodded and immediately knelt down, keeping one gloved hand on the non-injured part of your thigh and using the other to look closer at your wind. You inhaled when his fingers got too close, and he pulled them away without hesitation. "They got you good." Din exhaled a worried breath. "This is gonna need stitches."

He stood back to his full height and pointed a finger in the direction of your leg.

"You're lying to me. I know that hurts."

You took his finger and folded it back into place. "I'll live." Din tilted his helmet and took a step closer to you, making you chuckle. "Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!" You gave his fist a squeeze. "Can we go now?"

Din looked down at your hands and nodded, though it was reluctant. You shook your head but couldn't help smiling as you once again led the way to the ship. Din was somehow even closer to your side than before, and his visor was fixed more on your leg than it was the way ahead.

Eventually, you got back to the ship, and the first thing Din did was ease you down onto a cargo crate by taking a gentle grasp on your shoulders. You sighed and let him work; if it would make him feel better about it, then you didn't mind.

Din soon knelt down with the medpac and went to work. "This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry."

You lightly scoffed at that. "Please, as if you haven't stitched me up before."

Din's visor glanced up at you for a moment. "That doesn't mean I should stop apologizing for the pain."

You smiled and ran a hand over his helmet. "You're too sweet."

The hand Din had steadied on your thigh gave it a gentle squeeze in shyness. "You're not gonna think that in a second here." He then offered his hand up to you, and you took it between both of yours as he started to fix you up.

You only let out a few tight growls and whimpers as Din worked with the stitches. He took each tight squeeze you gave his hand with grace, as if it didn't bother him in the slightest. He was quick yet efficient, and soon, he had finished up and was bandaging it.

"There." Din's hand that wasn't in yours gave your leg a squeeze. "How's that?"

You offered him a smile that was even warmer than before. "Much better." You held his helmet between his hands and urged him closer. "Thank you, Din."

He rested his helmet against your forehead. "Thank you for letting me take care of it."

You ran your knuckles along his metal cheek. "It's nice to see that you care so much."

Din tilted his helmet at that. "I always will."

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[justhauntley]

Okay okay okay long post but,

I need to say this cause it's nearly midnight and this idea is keeping me awake! Please tell me if you like the sound of the idea or if you think it's a bit of a stretch lol

So I started thinking about this today and cannot stop but y'know those Danny Phantom AU where Danny has a space obsession but everyone assumes it's actually a protection obsession?? I had an idea where, what if they're not assuming and Danny's pretending to have a protection obsession because he doesn't want his rouges to feel guilty about keeping him from his obsession?

Here me out! What if Danny feels like pretending to have a protection obsession is necessary to keeping his rouges happy and content while fulfilling their obsessions? He wants them to be happy because it means they'll be more satisfied and will come around less (he hopes). His rouges are more than happy to attack because they feel like they're helping Danny fulfill HIS obsession!

Eventually Danny starts to think of it like he's performing for those around him, like he's the star of the show he didn't realize he was in- He finds himself watching plays and operas and broadway shows and he enjoys them?? Which he didn't expect! Soon he becomes a bit obsessed with putting on the perfect performance for others, but obviously that has side effects on his mental health.

Maybe we can bring in some Ghost King Phantom? Like he becomes the Ghost King once he's graduated university or something and to his surprise, Frostbite tells him that he has a new Performance Obsession and of course this can give an opportunity for angsty spirals... Also if I'm being completely honest, the design and personality I have in my head for him is reminiscent of Furina from Genshin Impact, which I'm pretty sure was an accident, especially because I finished the newest quest yesterday... But whatever... I'll worry about it later.

If enough people like the idea I'll probably put a story and designs together, might even throw some dpxdc into the ring who knows, I sure don't! Anyway, my first time actually putting thought into an AU idea and I'm having a lot of fun with it. Let me know what you think!

[sobblesources]

THAT'S CALLED LOVE WITH THE COMMON TOUCH .

a collection of sentence starters from the airborne toxic event's album ' hollywood park ' . edited to fit rp needs , adjust pronouns as necessary . warnings for swears

❛ i could feel it in my veins , ❜

❛ we were running away , ❜

❛ i'm tired of living a lie , ❜

❛ they were writing their names up in the sky , ❜

❛ i felt like i was ready to die , ❜

❛ you can change if you're ready to try , ❜

❛ nothing could come between you & i , ❜

❛ we knew we'd lost our home , ❜

❛ there's only the wreckage , & this dirt still on my hands , ❜

❛ what becomes of us now ? ❜

❛ i never claimed i knew how this would end , ❜

❛ i hope ( they ) make you smile , ❜

❛ i swear i see your face once & a while , ❜

❛ did you find what you were looking for ? ❜

❛ did you stay sober ? ❜

❛ i hope you make it back alive , ❜

❛ can't they just let me be ? ❜

❛ all i know is i need to be someone , ❜

❛ put a charm upon this life of mine , ❜

❛ take this heart of mine & tell it how to love , ❜

❛ carry me somewhere far away from this life that's waiting here for me , ❜

❛ i know i'll die if i ever come back here again , ❜

❛ come on , out with it , ❜

❛ you hope to replace how the emptiness fills you inside , ❜

❛ you say you had your reasons , ❜

❛ they're after us , ❜

❛ i don't want to be here , ❜

❛ the silence is driving me out of my mind , ❜

❛ tell me , why'd you even bother ? ❜

❛ what's everybody screaming about ? ❜

❛ all our illusions fell , ❜

❛ if you jump too high , you'll fall harder than before , ❜

❛ why'd you let me down ? ❜

❛ when are you gonna come around ? ❜

❛ we grew up way too fast , ❜

❛ i'll be gone & i'll stay gone , ❜

❛ they stole our past , but they can't steal our future , ❜

❛ stop staring , ❜

❛ they say the end is coming , ❜

❛ you cried while i patched you up , ❜

❛ it's so much better to have loved & lost , ❜

❛ there's a hole in your heart , just go fill it with love , ❜

❛ what is love ? ❜

❛ ( they'll ) never know the power ( they ) wield , ❜

❛ i was childishly hoping you'd pull me through , ❜

❛ give me a moment of time less alone in my mind , ❜

❛ i'm stranger than you can imagine , it's true , ❜

❛ i'm yours , & i'm yours , & i'm here , ❜

❛ i swear there's nothing to fear , ❜

❛ i waited for you to be whole , ❜

❛ can you remember when our hearts were open ? ❜

❛ i always hear the same damn thing , ❜

❛ i got sixty - nine problems , but one ain't me , ❜

❛ seriously , i don't give a fuck if my answer isn't good enough , ❜

❛ the common touch ain't worth the price , ❜

❛ i swear i still got some good moves left , ❜

❛ i swear i don't feel a goddamn thing , ❜

❛ does god know what's going on ? ❜

❛ i can't be alone just yet , ❜

❛ you're the only good thing that i've got left , ❜

❛ we're going to have a good time yet , ❜

❛ i swear that i'll always be something you can believe , ❜

❛ yeah they say that jesus saves , but i couldn't write that on ( their ) grave , ❜

❛ i lost my shit when i heard the call , ❜

❛ i'm sorry i put this at your feet , ❜

❛ can't you see ? ❜

❛ were you ever scared like me ? ❜

❛ just let it be like rain on flowers , ❜

❛ the highest life brought out the lowest out of me , ❜

❛ you're never really off my mind , ❜

❛ it was more than i could take , ❜

❛ the truth is always wrong , ❜

❛ it's true you were my best friend , ❜

❛ we needed each other in the end , ❜

❛ i know we'll be together then , ❜

❛ i'll see you again , ❜

❛ i won't ever let go , & that's one thing you can trust , ❜

[hailsatanacab]

"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

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"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

[skyward-floored]

Prompt: dripping

Sky dragged Wild out of the water, shivering wildly as freezing water poured off of them both.

The champion’s head lolled, eyes open but filmy with the thick fog of a memory overtaking his mind, and Sky collapsed to his knees beside him, his hair dripping reddish-tinged drops onto Wild’s face.

“W-Wild, you with me?” he rasped, pressing an ear to his chest, and relieved to hear a mostly-steady thud. Then he gathered Wild into his arms, sharing his meager warmth and praying to Hylia above that the thin, shallow breaths that Wild was breathing against his neck would persist.

[queenofbaws]

I just imagined, what if Chris and Sam were siblings? Siblings or step-siblings, Idk, but it's up to you 🤭 (I hope I'm not too late!!!)

It wasn't until he swallowed that he noticed The Way she was looking at him, and oh. Oh.

He did not care for that.

With the calculated movements of a man navigating a landmine testing field, Chris lowered the cookie from his mouth. Set his hand on the table. Watched every itty-bitty twitch of Sam's smug, awful face. Waited.

And, because apparently comedic timing was genetic, she popped her eyebrows and sweetly asked, "Good, huh?" right as he asked, "So that was poison, wasn't it?"

The kitchen table was silent, silent, silent as they sat there staring at each other - her with her hands gathered demurely beneath her chin, him with a suspicious cold sweat beginning to prick at his temples. Neither wanted to be the first to fold (that would mean losing), neither wanted to be the first to repeat themselves (that would also mean losing), but God. God! He had to know!

"It...was...fine..." he began, glancing down to the (no getting around it) mostly-devoured cookie, turning it over in his hand so he could better examine the lumps of dried cranberries, the dark squares of chocolate, the -

Wait.

His eyes snapped back up to hers, and there it was - the grin, the goddamn glee. Chris threw the sliver of cookie to the table and proceeded to gag huge, retching dry-heaves, mostly fake until he freaked his system out and very nearly hurled for real. "Did you feed me something vegan, you monster?!" he managed, and that's when Sam stood, walking around the table to pat him on the back...and gloat.

Mostly to gloat.

"Carob chips and flax eggs, bitch," she teased in a voice way too low for Mom or Dad to catch even if they did rush in at the sound of his misery. "Wanna know the best part? If I hadn't said anything...you never would've figured it out. Uh oh. Better sleep with one eye open, because the v-card's coming for you."

"Don't say it like that," he groaned, slapping her hand away. "For the love of God, Sam, say it any other way than that!"

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Cold, for the three sentence prompt game? Thank you <3

"Why do we always have to keep the hospital so blasted cold?" Legend grumbled as he sat shivering under three warm blankets he'd stolen from the warmer.

"Shh," Warriors grumbled, his head on the desk. "Blanket burritos don't talk."

"This burrito does, especially when his stupid friend is hungover."

"I hate you."

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 💖

another lil snippet of the buck driving fic (that already has a title btw!) it's almost done, and as always it's gone off the rails bc eddie decided to start talking and can't shut up lol

prev snippet

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“Buck, that’s not-” he cuts off, releases a frustrated breath. “This is not a conversation for a phone call. I wish I was there.” he says, and Buck kind of wishes it too. Eddie always makes everything better. In contrast to Buck, who always makes everything worse. Maybe that’s why they work so well, balancing each other out. All Buck’s good for is being a firefighter, and he’s grateful he at least has that, at least can help people. Because in his personal life he’s the biggest mess ever. When he doesn’t respond, Eddie continues, “You have to know how important you are to all of us, how you’re more than enough for all of us. I just- I wish I could make you believe that.” he whispers. “I wish you could see yourself the way we do. The way I do.”

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[curiositymemes]

ENCHANTED APRIL SENTENCE STARTERS.

taken from the 1991 film, an adaptation of the 1922 novel by elizabeth von arnim. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

“it seems so wonderful and it's such a miserable day.”

“it’s not worth wasting one’s time thinking about.” 

“i don’t suppose that means much to you. sometimes it doesn’t mean much to me, either.”

“you look as though you wanted it as much as i do.” 

“you look so beautiful and so sad.” 

“if you wish for something hard enough, it happens.”  

“but no one will know I’m there even if i am.”

“have you ever seen things in a kind of flash before they happen?” 

“i’m sure it must be wrong to be good for so long you become miserable.”

“i can see you’ve been good for years, and you aren’t happy.”

“i’ve been doing things for other people since i was a little girl, and i don’t believe i’m loved any better.” 

“you must believe I’ve never spoken to anyone like this in my life.”

“i don’t know what’s come over me.” 

“you should have been there, my dear. i missed you.”

“that’s rather a depressing thought.” 

“god must know an awful lot. why doesn’t he do something?” 

“there’s something immoral about all this.”

“all i wish to do is sit in the shade and remember better times and better men.”

“i hope you’re not in the habit of seeing dead people, however distinguished. it’s not in the best of taste.”

“i mean, we’re not businessmen, are we? they have to distrust each other.” 

“i want to just sit and not talk and not think.”

“well, it’s very wearing. everyone makes demands… especially men.” 

“you look lovely.” / “i know. thank you, name.” 

“we could both do with a change.”

“it really is the most extraordinary coincidence.”

“I’m afraid it’s all settled, name. i can’t go back on my word.” 

“do you suppose it’s all real?”

“were you ever in your whole life so happy?”

“i promised myself the first thing to happen in this place would be a kiss.”

“we were going to choose the nicest room for you.”

“we were going to make it pretty for you with lots of flowers.”

“you shouldn’t be so independent that people have no chance to be generous.”

“you know, i hadn’t realized you were so pretty.”

“you’re really quite lovely.” 

“i was just thinking about cuckoos for some reason.” 

“i suppose you realize we’ve got to heaven.”

“i intend to spend most of my time reading by myself.”

“you have the most interesting habit of answering a question with the same question.”

“if i can be left quiet for one month, forget things… i might be able to get myself straight.”

“i’ve wasted so much time being beautiful.”

“what she really wants is to be left alone.” 

“soon she won’t have to try… she’ll just be herself without trying.” 

“don’t worry about me. I’m just lying here thinking.” 

“then i have had all the trouble of coming out here for nothing.”

“we’ve just discovered it.” 

“why don’t you like us being here?”

“we just didn’t know about it, that’s all.”

“i’ve written and told him everything.”

“it would be mean not to share all this.”

“the important thing is to have lots of love about.”

“i had this obsession with justice, you see.”

“i’d like to stay here and think.” 

“that’s very imprudent and very improper.”

“have you noticed how difficult it is to be improper with no men about?” 

“it’s a good feeling, getting rid of things.”

“i want to love name, but not necessarily spend every night with him.”

“i haven’t felt this restless since i was a child.”

“it’s too absurd for someone my age.”

“i feel something is going to happen. but i won’t let it.” 

“it’s odd how one’s mind slips sideways in a place like this.”

“if you knew me, you’d know how strange it was.” 

“there’s no way back.”

“isn’t it beautiful here, name? the air is golden.”

“you’re here. that’s the important thing.”

“you’ve every right to be angry with me.”

“where else would you meet such interesting people?”

“i don’t want name worried in any way.”

“i like him. I didn’t think i would, but i do.” 

“all the advantages i was born with, and i’ve misused them.” 

“i have it all. why can’t i hold onto it?”

“you have a gift for happiness.”

“well, it’s like coming home.”

“i mean, well… i don’t know what i mean.”

“i’d believe any place you lived in would be exactly like you.” 

“isn’t it better to feel young somewhere than old everywhere?”

“oh, good gracious, child.”

“so you see, dear boy, you must stay here.” 

“it’s such a pretty story.”

“i thought you might be bored.”

“sweetheart… i’m so glad you came.”

“you’re right, name. it’s this place.”

“and i’m late on your very first evening. do forgive me.” 

“it’s a great thing to get on with one’s loving and not waste time.”

“she sees what we can’t see because she loves him.”

“oh, dear name, we must be friends forever and forever.”

“i couldn’t help noticing how miserable you seemed.”

“oh, what the devil. it’s too beautiful a night to be miserable.” 

“all my dead friends don’t seem worth reading tonight. they always say the same things, good things, but always the same.” 

“i’m tired of the dead. i want the living.” 

“thank you, my dear. i was feeling a little melancholy.” 

“it does seem that people can only be happy in pairs, all sorts of pairs.” / “then you and i will be a pair, name. we’re going to be very good friends.” 

“the roses are in love in the rose garden.”

“but that’s another story.”

[arecaceae175]

Legend bonding with the princesses and Sun because we need more of that

"So you're the one the birdbrain never shuts up about."

Legend watched Sun's ears perk forward at his voice, then blush bright red as she process his words. She turned to face him, her skirt billowing in the wind.

"He talks about me?" She asked, a knowing smirk on her face. "Nothing too bad, hopefully."

Legend waved a hand. "Psh, have you met the guy? Sky's physically incapable of saying anything bad about his partners."

Sun rolled her eyes fondly and put a hand over her heart. "Yes, that sounds about right."

Sun's gaze went to the horizon, where Sky and Groose were showing off all their best tricks. It was some sort of race, Legend thought, but he didn't pay attention to the rules. Wind, Hyrule, Wild, and Four were all on the edge of the island cheering them on.

"He misses you a lot," Legend muttered. Sun's smile fell, a bit, as she followed Sky with her eyes.

"I miss him more than you can imagine. Groose does too. He's even worse than I am, really. Every time he has to fly by himself he mopes for days afterward," Sun finished with a laugh. Legend laughed with her.

They stood in companionable silence for a moment more before it started to make Legend's skin crawl. He shook out his shoulders. "So, who do you think'll win?"

"Neither. They'll get too distracted trying to outdo the other's tricks, then the birds will get tired and kick them off."

Legend burst into laughter.