#Mini prompts

[wickcipher]

*steve oof sound*

[cheer-nympho]

Steve had been conned into chaperoning the kids to a ren faire.

Admittedly with very little resistance, but he was keeping that to himself. Once there and with their bags packed away into some apparently theme appropriate tents he had shrugged on some medieval casual clothes and…immediately lost track of all of them,

But a figure he did spot was a long haired Jester entertaining a small entourage with juggling,

Steve finds himself laughing slightly condescendingly at the jingling man. Why do people find juggling so impressive?

He picked it up straight away with some hackey sacks while bored between practices. He’s just good with his hands.

When he looks back up to get another glance in however, the jester isn’t perched on top of his little rock anymore and the crowd has merged with the other dweebs.

Steve stares at the empty space for a moment before a jingle right by his ear spooks him into turning around.

“Art thou not impressed by my amazing skills, your lordship?” The jester asks, swaying on his feet and causing the bells all over him to ping, grin wide and mocking.

And up close Steve notices one very important, very dangerous thing.

This court jester is really fucking hot.

He looks like an idiot, a nerd, a dweeb. Its hard not to in a pointy hat. But he also wore it too well, looked too perfect like that.

Steve notices the…is that..? Yes, the corset wrapping tightly around the mans waist, red and black diamonds decorating the sides and leading to small puffy shorts. His legs are covered in tight black leggings which should look ridiculous. It should.

An obnoxious cough and head tilt-jingle make Steve aware that he has been staring at the mans waist for way longer than was ‘bro code permitted’

He looks up with a wince, expecting a look of disgust ranging from mild embarrassment to punch-your-lights-out.

He was, instead, greeted by a smug and knowing smile. The red and black triangles painted over the mans eyes warped where the grin reached them. “Or maybe thou art impressed, but skills are not what draw thine eyes.”

Shit. Fuck. The stupid hot nerd is using stupid nerd speak on him. And Steves stupid nerd, apparently ‘very accurate’ pants are getting tighter. He needs to say something. Anything.

“You’ve got…bells.” Okay, maybe not anything. He used to be better at this shit.

He is rewarded with a wild, joyous laugh as the jester throws his head from side to side. “I do! Isn’t it amazing?The staff insisted on it so they could hear me coming.”

“It certainly makes an impression-“

“Eddie, names Eddie. And what does my lordship go by?”

“Steve is fine.”

“That he is…” The comment was punctuated by a less than subtle glance, almost a leer. “However, Fine Steve seems unimpressed with my merrymaking. As the official court jester, I cannot let that stand.” He stamps his foot, causing another cacophony of jingles.” “Therefore…”

“…Pick a card any card!” A pack of standard cards was presented to him with a flourish, but all he could do was roll his eyes.

“Come on, really? This shit is basic. All I have to do it watch your hands. You’ll swipe my card out and put it back in later, or mark it somehow.”

“Ooo his highness has it all figured out doesn’t he. Well then, princess, you have nothing to lose by picking a card, do you?” And that was…true. Plus he could maybe try to fix his previous fumble and try to claw a number out of this disaster.

So with another bitchy roll of his eyes, Steve plucks a card from the deck and hides it behind his palm. Two of Hearts.

Then out of nowhere… “You know, Stevie, if you think I’m pretty you can just tell me. I know the kingdom would approve not of a noble like yourself marrying a commoner like me, but they need know little of how we…” He begins to reshuffle the cards, motioning for Steve to place his chosen one back in before making some very obvious, very crude movements with his fingers. “…get to know each other in the meantime.”

He was going to die. In the middle of a nerd fest.

“Well, my lord…” Eddie continues, circling him while dragging a finger across his arms and shoulder blades before coming to a stop in front of him. A very bold hand takes Steves jaw and forces his head up, pretending to inspect something on his costume for any bystanders.

“If you would like some more…close up demonstrations…” He leans in tightly, still holding Steve’s jaw in a tight grip. “You can pay me a visit in staff cabin 23 tonight.” He strokes a piece of hair gently behind Steve’s ear before pulling out a card, as if from said ear.

Steve was glad that Eddie took the initiative to carefully pull his hand up and place the card into his palm, because currently Steve was too preoccupied with staring like a fish out of water into Eddies eyes. Everything about him was just so captivating, so alive.

Maybe that’s why he did little more than step forward aimlessly, with small grabby hands when Eddie pulled away. Before Steve could even process it, the bells and jingles had mingled back into the crowd. But that was…that was okay. Cause he could go to the…cabin?

But how was he supposed to- Oh. He looks down. On the card was a loosely clipped room key with a ‘23’ crudely engraved into the edge as if by a pocket knife.

The card itself, to his horror, was the Two of Hearts.

Shit.

He forgot to watch the fucking hands.

[thebibliosphere]

I feel like I've complained about Tim's email situation in Gotham Knights before (edit: I have), but the truth of it is just so funny.

He's signed up for so many podcasts, video game streamers, and random news alerts; it's just a constant barrage of data going straight into his constantly whirring brain. Hell, he even floats the idea of the Batfamily having their own podcast as a way to correct misinformation about them (which Jason shoots down instantly), and it's made me realize something.

Timothy Drake would be a YouTuber.

In this universe specifically, Timothy Jackson Drake, the heir to Drake Industries and the foster son of the late Bruce Wayne would be a YouTuber.

Think about it. It'd be the perfect cover. Who would ever suspect that some 16-year-old nepo baby with a YouTube channel could ever be Red Robin? You'd have to be mad. I mean, look at him.

Red Robin just dropped out of literal thin air and garotted someone four times his size, and you expect anyone to believe that's the same kid who does 24-hour Minecraft charity streams and occasionally drops 6-hour video essays (his last one was on Lex Luthor's illegal bit mining operation on the moon)?

That kid?

You think that kid is Red Robin?

Ch'yah, okay, sure. And the Joker is funny 🤡.

[adhd-coyote]

“General Kenobi, you claim an assassin killed the Chancellor?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, neither I nor Commander Fox saw them, as they used a flash bomb to disorient us and fled too quickly for us to follow.”

“And where, exactly, did they flee? No one reported seeing anyone leave this office.”

“Why, they fled through the broken window, of course.”

“What broken window?”

“That one.” Kenobi points. The previously intact window shatters, as if hit by a very strong invisible force. Neither Kenobi nor the Marshal Commander so much as twitch.

“Are you alright, sir?” Commander Fox asks, all concern. “You must be very tired, if you didn’t notice the clearly broken window. You should go rest. It’s okay, General Kenobi and I can take it from here.”

“Yes,” Kenobi agrees, prim and proper. He raises a hand, fingers slightly curled, and his voice takes on a different note. “Go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time you wake.”

“I will go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time I wake.”

“Very good. Have a nice evening.”

[stealingyourbones]

Barry Allen’s relationship to the Speedforce is very science based because of the technological 50s and focus on nuclear technology and sciences in general media.

Wally Wests relationship to the Speedforce is spiritual because new wave religious movement was big in the 90s. A primary focus of the bad guys Wally fights in his comics are cults too because of this.

With that in mind: I feel like there should be a lot more ideas where Wally West handles various ghost king summoning cults rather than the Bats. That man experiences cults every other day istg.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 314

Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else. 

But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver. 

But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.

Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too. 

So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake. 

[fawfulydoo]

dunking on ai by looking at something it made and going "yeah i could do that but better and tangible" and doing so by exhibiting my artist powers. im gonna add flocking to him so he's fuzzy

[hypewinter]

The street kids of Gotham were acting off. Which wasn't saying much considering they were always acting suspicious but for the last few weeks the kids had been acting different somehow. They were a little too organized. Jason finally decided to look into it and found that the street kids really had organized under one leader. Which was concerning to say the least. Jason figured their leader was some asshole who was about to forfeit his rights to knee caps but instead he found it was some spooky teen from out of town. It was still suspicious but he figured as long as the kid wasn't causing any trouble he'd leave things be. For now.

[novelbear]

Hope your year is off to a good start!! Do you have any comforting SO after a stressful day prompts?

why thank you! here you go <33

comforting one after a stressful day 🧸

giving them a massage :(

"awe my poor baby, c'mere..."

simply just holding them, doing that little rocking thing too omg

helping them take off makeup, dry their hair, change into more comfy clothes, all so that they have to do less

sitting there listening to the entire vent (and being totally invested/validating)

^^ "what the hell was her problem?" "that's what i said!"

doing chores or things for them that night that they normally would have to take care of.

making the house as cozy as possible before they come home (blankets on the couch, lights dim, candles on, movie ready)

"tomorrow's a new day. it'll be okay..."

purposely doing things that they know will make them laugh

planning a date night right then and there

"i'm so sorry you had a bad day, love."

[justhereforsomethingnice]

In many fics Danny gets his phd. In many fics Danny is the ghost king. Now I need a fic where just for maybe one sentence, they use the sentence ‘dr. King Phantom.’ For some reason or the other. The title just seems hilarious to me.

[cheer-nympho]

Imagine Eddie and Chrissy accidentally running into each other while spying on scoops,

Eddie sat on a bench behind a shrubbery looking through but he spots Chrissy doing the same across the court- they stare at each other for what feels like the longest few seconds of all time, shocked and baffled, before Eddie ducks and stealth runs to her bench,

Just sitting next to her and loudly whispering “What are you doing?!”

“What am I doing? What are you doing!”

“Well, I was just..-“ They hear a giggle from scoops and both duck under the plant and look through the gaps again. Immediately they turn back on each other with their fingers raised “You’re spying!” They both whisper at the same time before looking around to check no one heard,

Eddie puts his arm around her to duck her down away from the stores view and from anyone looking over- because their duo is bound to turn heads even without the whole hiding in foliage thing.

“Okay okay, we’re both spying on scoops. Now I’m sure neither of us are here for the overpriced sundaes, so what are you looking at PomPom?”

“PomPom?”

“Codename, keep up.”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“Well I’ll tell you if you tell me…”

“Well I’ll…Eddie this is silly!”

“Okay fine! So we’re both spying on scoops. Neither of us are here with our friends…we’re being secretive instead of just going in…we’re both 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 why we’re here. Chrissy, U think we’re here for similar reasons, I think there’s a reason we don’t wanna tell each other.”

“But what if- What if it not the same reason? What if you…freak out or get spooked?”

“How about this, if I promise not to be annoyed by what you say- you promise the same back?” She looks around the food court a few times before looking back at him determined and nodding.

“Okay, 3, 2, 1”

Then at the same time…

“I was spying on Robin!” / “I was checking out Steve!”

Followed by

“The hair Harrington?!” / “From band?!”

Chrissy levels him with an unimpressed look, to which Eddie sheepishly removes his arm from hers. “Okay fair, mine is weirder.”

Cut to Eddie having a clever (read: incredibly dumb) plan of going in together so they can talk to Robin and Steve without ‘arousing suspicion’ Chrissy finds herself full of new confidence so doesn’t feel like pointing out that it was more subtle if they just went in alone.

[emacrow]

The hunt continues

This was the second weirdest collecting every single toddler that was a danny since Riddler has 100s of ? Statues hidden all over Arkham.

But the batfam was doing well collecting, as they saw the ugly picture each danny had.

7 of them were being bandaged up in the hidden doctor office with a gang of teenage gothamites from crime city protecting them.

The red hood had 6 who merged into 1 skitty crying paranoid danny who wouldn't leave red alone after saying he died again and again.

Poison ivy and Harley had four n poison ivy base, one who was mumbling about how Undergrowth would love this if he wasn't trying to bury the town in green, two making snow flowers, and one having a smack talking to a giant man eating flower.

Two pairs of danny were comforting the overly emotional crying giant henchmen of the penguin outside the club, talking how meemaw mindy wouldn't want this type of lifestyle for him and how he should go back to doing what he used to love, making toys even if it was hard, it better then being killed by a arrogant penguin man with short height issue.

So far, the rogues were investing in the little stinking kid.

the shocking part was Riddler, who actually was a distant cousin, three times removed from Aunty's Greta, who had a jarring 59 danny eating triple decker smore fudge in his secret base.

How the hell is what Tim wanted to voice out but riddler beat him to it.

No fenton alive or dead can resist Great Great Grandma Judy Special S'more fudge Surprise, it was one at first But then I saw it was Danny and immediately made fudge and opened all the window and turn on the fan and they came in through the fucking walls.

Part 2 here <-

[quanyixhen]

Cringetober day 1 screenshot redraw 🐸⭐️🌌

Cringetober prompt list from @icryink !!! ❤️

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 279

Now Danny didn’t mean to make a Bootube channel. He’d meant to send that sleep deprived ramble to Tucker, but he had clicked on the wrong app and yeah. Apparently people enjoy his space rambles- or it could have been the ghost blob-cats that had decided to flop onto him. (Honestly he wasn’t surprised they would start to mimic the shapes of things in their surroundings)

Tucker? Found it hilarious, as did Sam and Val and… um, okay this has become their shared channel now, nice. Though there are some strange comments on some of the videos. Really, what do they mean green sky and crazy tech???

[inkwell-and-dagger]

whumper pulling whumpee's hair down to bring them to their knees

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

BABE!!! Arthur seeing how sweet you are with little Jack and kids you meet in town and unconsciously starts drawing how your (yours and his) child would look like in his journal

would they have your eyes or his? he tries both options. a boy who would grow old with his large shoulders or a girl who'd become as sweet as you

HE'S DRAWING EVERYTHING, GIVING THEM NAMES

OMG SAMY!!! I caaaaan't!! He would just dream of it all the time, drawing every possibility, imagining them with his hat on their little head!!

"Honey? What are you drawing?" You asked your lover, eyes full of curiosity and wonder as always when you spotted him scribbling in his journal.

"Oh, uh... Nothin' jus'..."

Arthur's cheeks started turning red, his words mixing together in his low mumble you had grown fond of. He had always been shy about showing his drawings to you, convinced they were bad, that you would make fun of him. However, he grew more comfortable after months of being with you and hearing your praises about it. It had been such a long time since you've seen him this flustered about his sketches...

"It's a... A dream. I guess..."

He slowly opened his journal a bit more, allowing you to see what it was all about. You have to concentrate a bit to understand what you're seeing. It looked like a dozen of portraits of a younger version of you, or a younger version of Arthur. They were from all ages, children and teenagers sharing the space of the pages.

Sometimes, they even looked like they had both of your features merged. Arthur's square jaw and your little nose. Your lips along with his cheeks. The cutest little girl you've ever seen has your haircut, hidden under Arthur's hat, looking way too large for her little head. A teenage boy with the same strong build as Arthur's carries one of your necklaces, this silver locket of yours where you can hide a picture in it.

Next to each portrait, Arthur had written a name.

"Pearl, Annie, Rose, Grace."

"David, Jacob, Charlie, Hosea."

"Are they... Arthur, are they our children?" You asked him in disbelief, the biggest smile on your face, sparkles glimmering in your gaze as you were more and more mesmerized and moved by what he had drawn.

"I mean... I saw how you played with those kids on the street this mornin' and... How you're taking care of Jack at camp. I couldn't stop thinkin' you'd be such a good momma..." He tried to explain himself, rubbing his neck with a sheepish grin, putting charcoal stains all over his neck because he hadn't put down his pencil.

"And you'd be such a good daddy, sweetheart." You answered him, voice laced with affection, your fingers fondly wiping off the stains of his skin, then planting a kiss right there on the crook of his neck. "I'd love to start a family with you."

His face lit up as brightly as a thousand Suns. He looked back at you with pure adoration and wrapped an arm around you to pull you on his lap, placing his journal on your thighs.

"Come on darlin', let's draw 'em together then would ya?" Arthur gently cooed in your ear as his large hand placed the pencil on your smallest one, and gently guided it as both of you brought alive on the paper what your beautiful future could be.