#Idk what happens next

[justaz]

au where merlin doesn’t know balinor is his father and he and arthur are chilling in his cave and balinor mentions hunith and merlin Locks In as he subtly questions the random man and boom arthur and merlin are aware that the last dragonlord is his father.

[not-rab]

fic idea #icantevenrememberitsbeensolong

walburga, orion and sirius go over to dinner at the potters’ (sirius being around 10 at the time, no magic au, regulus is probably at a relative’s somewhere) because the potters owe a lot of money to the blacks

little does james know that they’re here to kill his parents - sirius is just there to distract james while his parents are getting shot at

fast forward 15 years or so and james is dating regulus

and yes he knows that reg is connected to the people that murdered his only family

so then, as walburga and orion are already dead, james waits til he, sirius and regulus are in a remote location

and puts a gun to regulus’ head

because.. revenge?

[prettyboyedgetoy]

fantasizing about my dommy gf walking in on me while i touch myself. she mocks me and laughs at me before ordering me to stop and goes on to tease me till I'm shaking and begging her for permission to stroke myself again

[teecupangel]

What if Ezio accidentally hit on Arno who's in a dress?

Once Ezio realized that Arno was a dude, Ezio would pause for a moment then just continue flirting. Either he’s serious about Arno and the fact that he’s crossdressing doesn’t really matter (or may be some kind of kink that Ezio’s on board on) or he doesn’t know Arno is an Assassin and is trying to flirt with him to get more information because there’s something about Arno that makes Ezio’s instincts… alert. Good alert or bad alert is what Ezio is trying to find out.

Or it’s both. Ezio wouldn’t mind if it was both.

Arno, on the other hand, would be awkward about it because crossdressing might have been Chevalier d'Éon’s idea as a way to sneak around and find information but he didn’t expect for a handsome man to flirt with him. He thought he looked okay but being flirted on definitely boost his self esteem but also…

He felt bad and awkward for lying to this handsome man for sorta leading him on?

So now you have two Assassins: one pretending he doesn’t realize that he’s flirting with a crossdressing man and another who believes said man thinks he’s a woman and he feels bad for leading said man so he’s continuing to pretend to be a woman. XD

[deepestbluesky]

hanwenzhou thought of the day: okay idk how to make this AU work but i think han ying should rescue zhang chengling and bring him back to wenzhou.

like i’m specifically thinking some kind of AU where things happen as in canon up through zhou zishu leaving tianchuang, but then han ying maybe like... takes or is forcibly sent on lots of long missions outside of jinzhou because he can’t stand being there without zzs or maybe duan pengju/jin-wang don’t want him there because they don’t trust that he’s not doing some secret plan for zzs. anyway hy just wandering around, totally out of the loop about following zzs, about the liulijia, etc.

i’m thinking sometime AFTER wenzhou and chengling have happily formed a family unit, maybe during siji arc of the show? something happens to chengling—probably he gets kidnapped, let’s be honest. and then hy rescues him because like, he’s there and hy doesn’t really want to go back to jinzhou anyway and why the fuck not? this kid seems like he doesn’t deserve this. so hy rescues chengling and chengling keeps talking about his shifu and his wen-shu and hy realizes that someone is actively after him so probably hy should escort chengling back home.

and that is how we get a reunion scene where chengling runs straight at wenzhou, and wen kexing actually gives him a big hug and meanwhile hy is staring like he’s seen a ghost and zzs is also staring and just manages to say, “ying-er?” in a voice that probably none of them have ever heard before.

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Written Mar 21, 2024

Nicholas sat at the little desk by an open window, smoke from the cigarette he was chewing on drifted lazily out into the streets of December. He was scribbling in his little pocket notebook while humming lightly. Vash’s acoustic was in his lap, and occasionally he would strum a chord as quietly as he could while grumbling to himself. 

When Vash woke to the faint sounds of Nick in the living room. He stayed in bed for a few minutes just listening; Nick’s hum and thoughtful sounds gave Vash so much peace. Eventually, he stretched and clambered out of bed. 

The desk was just barely lit by the flickering lamp and Vash couldn’t help but speak. “You’re gonna lose your eyesight if you don’t turn on a light.”

Nick grunted, but didn’t respond.

“Come to bed, Nico.” Vash coaxed. Nick heaved a sigh and put out his cig in the ash tray before lifting himself from the chair, walked over to Vash, and planted his face in the crook of his neck. 

[stealing-your-wife]

Tucker looks at the piece of paper with the first riddle written on it. Then back at the Riddler, back to the paper, the Riddler, the paper.

It's too easy.

'I am swift, I am unseen. I bring Death with me, but touch not a soul. Hell follows in my wake. What am I?'

This has to be a trap, right? Some kind of 'the right answer is the wrong answer' situation.

"Can I see the second riddle?" He asks, carefully.

The Riddler hums smugly, "But of course. You get to see all four clues to solve my final puzzle and save your dear fellow passengers." Dramatic condescension topped with the threat of imminent death. No pressure.

"Right, right..." Tucker takes the second piece of paper and reads.

'My master takes peace and paints my coat with blood. What am I?'

Okay, yeah, no. There HAS to be a catch, an extra trick at play. A quick glance at the other two clue-riddles does nothing but confirm his answers.

Tucker chewed his lip, floundering to find the right words. How do you ask a riddle-based supervillain with a body count, what the catch is, without insulting them if there really is no catch, and their riddle is just disappointingly simple? But like, politely.

The Riddler chuckled darkly.

"So, Mr. Volunteer, feeling like you've bit off more than you can chew?"

"No, I just..."

The train car was deathly quiet. The Riddler was clearly enjoying Tucker's silence, practically vibrating with villainous validation. It was almost enough to make Tucker do the smart thing and simply solve the clues. Almost. But he just HAD to open his big mouth and blurt out:

"I thought you would give me a harder riddle?"

Tucker winced when a few of his dear fellow transit hostages hissed 'come on man!' 'are you serious!??'. Yeah, that was a total Danny move.

And the Riddler looked LIVID. Silent, staring, still as a statue and probably seconds away from ordering his henchmen towards premature violence. If Tucker were a smaller guy, he'd be worried about the villain personally throttling him. For now, all the man did was whisper.

"Excuse me?"

"Look it's just- I mean, the first one, it's a Pale Horse, right?" Tucker stuttered, "'I bring Death with me and Hell follows in my wake.' it's a reference to the four horsemen of the apocalypse." It's fine, this is fine. Too Fine, in fact. Tucker can totally talk his way out of this. (Or at least buy time until someone gets here to deal with their man.)

"And I mean, it's not a bad riddle. There's no shame in using existing riddles! I just thought..."

Tucker fidgets with the strap of his gym bag. Everyone is staring at him now. The Riddler, the hostages, even the henchmen stand agape. To be fair, what kind of idiot with a deathwish decides to critique a villain mid-scheme? Bad Luck Tuck, that's who

Welp, he's already dug himself this deep. Let's see how far the hole goes and if there are noxious fumes at the bottom. Time to Bugs Bunny this sitch.

"You know what? Screw it. I'll say it; I'm insulted." Taking advantage of his height, Tucker took one long step into the Riddler's personal space and flicked the man's stupid bowler hat right off his scheming head.

"You went through all the trouble of taking a train full of people hostage, put together this convoluted riddle-solving scenario, and then your riddles don't even make a statement? Or at least a social commentary?"

Another step forward and the Riddler took one back.

"I get that 'a pale horse, a red horse, a black horse, and a white horse' is probably alluding to a location or referencing some future team up against Batman, but honestly? It feels lazy, man. As soon as you figure out one clue, the rest are obvious.

"My life is on the line here and you're half-assing this. So suuuue me for expecting harder riddles. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, when your performance today was downright pedestrian."

A few women and maybe a henchman or two gasped from the rear of the train car. Of all his comments so far, the Riddler looked most offended at that.

In the back of Tucker's head a little voice kept whispering bits of advice. Keep talking, keep him distracted and off kilter. Keep the pressure up, stay in his face, don't let him regain his footing, physically or mentally. Be it from his years of watching Danny do the exact same thing, or a little bit of ancient wisdom making itself known, he listened.

"And also, if I'm reading this correctly, it's pretty pretentious to compare yourself, and whoever you're working with, to the apocalypse. Full offence, you are not world-ending material. I've seen what world-ending dudes look like, and you. are. not. it!"

The last four words Tucker punctuated with sharp jabs to the Riddler's left lapel, forcing the man to pivot.

"Heck, Red Robin has more world-ending potential than you do. But, you know what you are good for?" Tucker said, stepping back.

"Wha-"

"A meat shield."

CRASH!!

Short DPXDC Prompts #569 (nice)

If Tucker knew that this train was going to be held hostage for one of Riddlers schemes he would have taken the bus instead.

One participant of the train had to solve the Riddlers puzzles before they would meet some flavor of gruesome end. The Bats were working on establishing a connection to the transit captives to help with the clues but so far no dice.

This’ll be easy. What could go wrong?

Tucker volunteers to solve the Riddlers puzzles.

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

story about a high school graduate who’s suddenly magic-ed into her first day of middle school self except the younger conscience is still there and she gives her younger self advice and tried to right the wrongs in her life but as time passes and diverges from what she knows she doesn’t know what to do and she expects one of the personalities to disappear when the time catches up to the date when she was magic-ed away. but the day passes and the two personalities remain

[joshuamj]

Okay, but what if EoW!Zelda had to impersonate Link

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[justaz]

merlin dashes into the throne room and finds arthur with his sword poised above his father’s chest and simply reacts. his magic lashes out and wraps around arthur, freezing him and tugging him back away from his father. arthur and uther both turn their gazes toward merlin (uther turns his head while arthur peers out of the corner of his eye) who stands with his arms outstretched and his eyes gold. now exposed, merlin sort of panics and says the first thing that comes to mind, barely able to think of some lie to explain it all away, and says he won’t let arthur do it. his magic loosens around arthur so he is able to move his body though his feet won’t budge from their spot. similarly, uther can’t stand from his throne. arthur insists he wants uther dead (too enraged to even bother addressing merlin’s magic), uther spits about how morgause and merlin are manipulating arthur and warping his mind, and merlin is pleading with arthur to calm down and think things through.

[drawing-in-teyvat]

Kinich Vision Story - part 1

Characters in Natlan are so casual when it comes to death. Kinich mentioned almost in passing that he died during the war, but this series of events was TRAUMATIC.

[girlatrocity]

trauma-induced haircut

bonus:

[yudol-skorbi]

i love explosions and i was inspired

[obsob]

making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!

[bluerosefox]

GHOSTS WITH HEARTBEATS

When Jason had been going to Gotham Academy, he had (for a good reputation for the media and to help him catch up on his penmanship, remember he had been on the streets and dropped out of school before getting picked up by Bruce for a while) signed up for a penpal project for 'less privileged people' to write to.

(Although Jason was annoyed the penpal project stayed within the states and only selected a middle of nowhere town, he knew the Richie Rich Elites would never subjugate their 'Heirs' to actual kids in need of learning how to read and write)

But Jason didn't mind his penpal.

Danny Fenton was a riot to talk, err write to in all honestly.

From his dry punny humor (and boy can he give even Dick a run for his money in the pun department but hey using some of them actually got Dick to warm up to him a few missions ago) and death jokes so many death jokes, to his nerdy love for space Jason enjoyed writing to Danny.

Even the short stories he would write about a ghost kid protecting a small town from other ghosts was interesting to read. He really liked the different kinds of ghosts there could be. Granted some seemed very OP like that Clockwork dude.

Jason liked writing to Danny, and even after the penpal project was over they had plans to keep sending letters, maybe even exchange numbers soon...

But then he died by the hands of the Joker.

The letters leaving Wayne Manor may had decreased but the letters being sent never did or at least until a few years ago.

Then Jason somehow returned to the land of the living.

Got taken by the LoA, tossed in the green waters and turned into their Pit Raged weapon for a while before leaving them behind and setting out for his revenge against the Joker and to force B's hand.

And becoming a Crime Boss for a while too. Can't forget that.

Point being with all this going on, the old warm memories of exchanging letters with Danny Fenton was pushed into the back of his mind and forgotten about for a while.

It isn't until one afternoon at Wayne Manor that while roughhousing with Dick, who had Jason in a brotherly headlock as they walked down a hall to one of the sitting rooms, that while Jason had slipped out of Dick's hold had stumbled into a hallway desk that had a few things on the top of it, one of the things being a small box that tumbled off when Jason hit it.

The box lid opened and out of it spilled out a good number of letters.

"Shiii-p, dang it Dick!" Jason said when he looked at the mess he accidentally made and stopped himself from swearing, the place might be named Wayne Manor but everyone knew this was Alfie's domain and no swearing was a rule within his halls.

Dick only laughed and teased only in a way a sibling can do "Hey not my fault your as big as a tank Jaybird! We should get you some caution signals if you keep bumping into things!"

Jason flipped him his favorite finger, thankfully Alfred only knew when they swore thus it did not summon him, and bent down to the letters.

His hands froze when he recognized the hand writing and the address it was sent from.

"From: Danny Fent Nightingale

Amity Park, IL"

To: Jason Todd-Wayne

Gotham City, NJ.

Wayne Manor"

And when Jason opened the letter. He really wasn't expecting what was written inside.

"Jason.

I'm finally leaving Amity Park. I can't be there anymore, not after everything. I'm too tired, and emotionally hurt. Everything is just to much. And I can't keep doing this to myself. My parents still can’t understand there is nothing ‘wrong’ with me or why I refuse to let them take care of Ellie, I refuse to let her live the way Jazz and I did, Jazz has to much on her plate already with her own life and college but she’s been hounding me to reach out to mom and dad, Sam refuses to listen to me when I tell her I want to be more than ‘Phantom’ in Amity Park, and Tucker is so busy trying to get into a good college and job we barely have time to talk nowadays. And don’t get me started on Vlad, that fruitloop’s been breathing down my neck since Ellie’s deaging.

Despite how much of a hellhole you like to call it, I think Gotham might be my, no mine and Ellie’s best bet of living some kind of life, especially now since the whole deaging she had to go through, she needs an ectoplasm rich city as well and since she has no actual papers because she was my clone and I remember you saying Gotham has people who can create new identities and-

I’m rambling again, to letter you again. I really need to stop it.

I can’t keep pretending you’re going to read these.

I know you’ll never read these. You’re gone. I can’t even find you in the Realms no matter where I look.

I’m sorry. For using you as, well, a way to vent my life for last couple of years. I shouldn’t had done it but it helped me.

Believing my friend was still alive and getting my letters I mean.

Again I’m sorry.

This will be my last letter to your ghost, pun unintended.

Goodbye Jason. Wish us luck in your city.

-Danny Fen-Nightingale...."

The sent date on the letter was roughly eight years ago.