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[habizuh-studios]

For the TGCF Rarepair event!! Here you go, anon!

The prompt was, "Fem shi qingxuan x yushi huang domestic fluff ex. bed sharing / cuddling / kissing. Takes place when Shi Qingxuan takes refuge in Yushi Huang's territory." Hope you enjoy!!

[viviennes-tears]

Hi request please. Tom Holland and Zendaya are having a baby and Tom feels unprepared, so Hiddleston brings his toddler son over so Holland can get used to it. Hiddleston is a hands off teacher instructing Holland as he feeds, changes, sooths and bathes the boy. Also during the changing holland almost gets peed on.

Hi, thank you for your prompt! I hasn't forgotten about you just kept you in my inbox so as not to loose you in between other posts.

Also thank you for being patient waiting for me to write out your prompt. It would have been finished sooner only I've had to work extra shifts lately. I am behind as this is the first prompt I've gotten done, but hopefully I will be catching up very soon.

I hope you like it 😊

Prompt here

[temporalbystander]

Prompt finished.

Okay @opakitty here's your requested story. I'm sorry if it's shorter than you expected I had to rework my initial ideas because I didn't think they'd fit the characters, au or not, I was going to include a typical Chat visit but I figured there's no way Adrien would leave things that long and as for the rest? Well there's only so much you can say when you're writing from the perspective of someone who has absolutely no idea what is going on. Anyway. First (and quite possibly last depending on how bad it is) prompted story is under the cut.

There seemed to be fewer akuma's lately, something Adrien had mixed feelings about. On the one hand it meant life was less stressful for the people of Paris but, on the other hand, it meant less time spent with his lady. Especially since she had put a hold on patrols, citing personal health issues, so it was just Chat Noir on his lonesome for the next couple of nights. Still, he had to drag himself to school just like the rest of his class and decided to put his own disappointment to the side.

He was glad that he did when he noticed that Marinette had made it to class on time for once. However his friend didn't look that pleased, she was bent over with her head resting on the desk and seemed to be moaning in pain. He was about to go check on her, maybe suggest she head to the nurse's office when Nino pulled him back. "Trust me dude, you don't want to get involved in that." The normally easy-going teen sounded especially serious today.

"How come?" Adrien asked as they moved so they weren't blocking the class door.

"It's just her time of the month. Dudettes get a little sensitive during that time, y'know?" Nino shrugged as if that explained everything but Adrien was still very confused.

"Her time? Is there a class schedule or something I missed?" The very naive Agreste asked. He hoped that wasn't the case; he'd feel bad if there was something everyone was supposed to do but he didn't, hopefully Nathalie had been informed and had already put it into his schedule.

"A schedule? What?" Nino looked as confused as Adrien felt. "No man, her time, you know…" the aspiring DJ/director lowered his voice and glanced around nervously. "Her period?" 

"Like lunch?" The boy was lost.

"No!" Grumbling in embarrassed frustration Nino gripped his hat tightly. "Just… ask a female okay? Just, not now!" He hastened to clarify when it looked like Adrien was about to head straight into class. "And not one of the girls… like I said. They can get sensitive about that type of thing."

Shaking his head and muttering something about shelter, Nino just walked into the room leaving Adrien to follow with still no idea about why Marinette looked so upset or why Nino was acting so strange. He couldn't keep his mind from thinking about it all through class until lunchtime. When he got up to leave he saw that the rest of the girls, bar Chloe and Sabrina, had gathered around Marinette's desk and seemed to be comforting her.

Needless to say, when he finally arrived home for lunch, it was the first thing he asked Nathalie when he walked through the door. "My friend Marinette seems to be suffering from one and I wanted to know how to help." He said when asked for an explanation.

Nathalie stared at him for a moment before sighing and adjusting her glasses. "If you finish your meal early enough I will accompany you to the store and help you grab some things that may help."

Adrien gave her a hug before rushing into the dining hall to eat, now incredibly thankful that all the work he did as Chat Noir had boosted his appetite. Soon after he was back in the limo listening as Nathalie gave a very brief description of what his friend may currently be feeling. While they were shopping she also explained how a girl's experience during her period may differ from one person to another or even from month to month so he'd have to settle for some of the basics until she trusted him enough to go into detail. That last explanation was the reason Adrien didn't ask what helped Nathalie through her period, it seemed like quite a personal matter.

They arrived back at the school with a few minutes to spare and, after one last thank you hug to Nathalie, Adrien was walking up the steps carrying a bag filled with all they had bought. He really hoped they helped Marinette feel better. And that she wouldn't get upset. Did friends do things like this? The other girls seemed to want to help her out so surely this wasn't that different. Right?

Speaking of which it wasn't hard to spot the group still gathered around the girl in question. Adrien couldn't help but smile as he walked towards them, Marinette was so lucky to have such good friends and he only hoped she held him in the same regard. "Hi Marinette." He started as he held out the bag to her, she seemed to freeze with her hands on her stomach so Alya took it off his hands. "I'm sorry you don't feel so well, it's a little short notice and I wasn't sure what you needed but I hope it helps." The rest of the girls gathered around the bag as well.

"Th-thank you, A-adrien." Marinette still stuttered and her face was still a little red so that was at least the same.

"No problem, if there's anything you don't need, or would prefer, just let me know so I can get it next time okay?" He gave her a bright smile and walked off as the girls began to hand her things they thought she could use while showing off the others. There was no point in the hot water bottle or the green tea right now but there was a thermos of cocoa, an instant heat pack as well as an electric one for when she went to bed, some butterscotch sweets and some mild pain relievers that were apparently perfect for this type of thing.

It seemed like her friends approved judging by the sounds they were making but Adrien was too far away at that point to hear them. He had just gotten back to class and settled into his seat beside Nino by the time the bell rang. Mylene gave him a bright smile when she entered, Rose gave him a quick hug as Juleka gave him a small nod and muttered something that sounded like "good job" while Alex settled for a thumbs up. Alya seemed to be supporting Marinette when the two of them entered, which concerned him a little, but he settled when Alya gave him a wink.

"Dude? The hell was all that about?" Adrien didn't have time to answer as class soon started but he was much more at ease than he had been that morning. He wished he could be there for Ladybug during her personal problems but hearing the small sigh Marinette let out as she unwrapped one of the butterscotch sweets and popped it in her mouth was just as satisfying.

[mischievous-thunder]

Some things never change even across the multiverse

[emptyjunior]

Enough random notes that have a written story on them as environmental storytelling, explore the space, get crazier with it.

You move into a house and aw cute, it has the kids height on the walls but you notice there's a three foot difference in height between measurements, you check the date, they're a month apart. The final measurement is on the ceiling. It's dated two days ago.

You're part of a recovery team that have finally found a stranded ship, they were found too late and have all passed a long time ago. They all died of starvation. You enter their storeroom, it's filled with food. In the dining hall you find the tables laden with perfectly fine looking breads, cakes, cured meats, jams, candies. Your medic says all the people sitting at the table didn't eat a Thing.

You wake up in an apocalypse. You can't find anyone at all as you wander the streets but you do hear faint music playing from somewhere. You stumble into a supermarket, to see all the aisles still full, except for the shelf that was full of ear plugs, which look to be the only thing that was looted.

Like there's light, sound, props. Having a street where every house is decimated except for One. Landing on a planet known for having No Water and a plant is growing and you don't know where it could have possibly gotten moisture from but you can't find the citizens Anywhere.

I'm sorry, I'm just kinda over the "graffiti on the wall to show the bad guy is around". That's not environmental storytelling that's just normal story. Show me I'm in the villains territory by the rain suddenly cutting out above me as I'm driving, even though it's meant to be raining all night. I park the car and step out, and realise the constellations are Wrong, until I see they're Not constellations, they're the blinking lights of a massive ship-

I Will stop now because everytime I go to write a sentence it devolves into another prompt but I'm just saying we have a Lot of senses, engage them, show me the Environment in environmental storytelling.

[demonic0angel]

Court Story Idea

TW: the Joker

Where the Joker is being prosecuted for his crimes within the Ghost Zone and each side (defendant and plaintiff) is able to choose the lawyer for the other side. So that means that the Joker is able to choose an attorney for the plaintiffs AKA Jason, along with other victims, both alive and dead. (For drama’s sake, let’s say that the Justice League is there too, along with the younger generation of heroes.)

When everyone hears this, they’re like ??? Because isn’t that just going to help the Joker??

And the Joker, realizing this, is looking for the most weakest, most vulnerable person to exploit within this ghostly court room and he looks at the back of the room…

And finds Jazz, who’s sitting in a corner behind King Phantom, head down, trying her best to be unnoticed, nose in her papers as she’s writing down what’s said as the court reporter.

And the Joker picks her.

Nobody understands why everyone from the Ghost Zone is suddenly either 1) flabbergasted, 2) completely delighted, or 3) laughing so hard that it’s like they’re about to die a 2nd time.

Because the Joker chose the only person in the room with an actual law degree who is not only the big sister of the literal Ghost King, but also loves children, is fiercely protective of them, and most importantly, has never gotten the opportunity to show off her hard earned degrees in criminology, psychiatry, or law until now.

(Inspired by this post where someone says that Jazz would be the court reporter)

[anbaisai]

"Prefect, what did you... just..."

Based on this ask from my friend Sheep! A true love's kiss to free him from plushie-ness indeed...

[emmyrosee]

I NEED more fluff sukuna I don't even care what it's about😭

You think sukuna is at his best when he’s like this: his body sprawled on top of yours, arms locked around your torso while his cheek stays smushed against your chest, half asleep from the feeling of one of your hands gently carding his hair, messing up the haphazardly styled locks. Your free hand scrolls through your phone, watching whatever videos social media suggests for you, while in the background, midday talk shows mumble softly.

Your hand moves down to gently rub the nape of his neck, where the buzzed hairs are growing a bit longer now. He shivers and burrows deeper against you, and you chuckle, “sorry, baby boy.”

“Don’t call me that, and I know you’re not sorry,” he murmurs drowsily. You scratch your fingers there again, and he grumbles, “I will straight up kill you.”

“Not my fault the big bad sukuna is ticklish there,” you hum.

“I hate that word and you know that,” he hisses. “You’re lucky I’m comfortable, dickhead.”

“You are comfortable,” you hum, resting your phone on your chest to press a kiss to the crown of his head, your arms wrapping around him. He curls in closer, and you chuckle softly. “My cuddly man.”

“I hate when you talk to me.”

You snicker, only to be interrupted by the buzzing of your phone on your chest. You move your arms to answer it, and when you do, immediately, one of his massive paws comes up to grab one of them, pulling it back down. “No.”

“Baby, it’s Choso, I have to answer-“

“Never mention my brother when I’m comfortable,” he interrupts. “Pet my hair more.”

“I will, after I answer this text-“

“No.” He ruts his head against your hand in demand.

You sigh, but ultimately, you’re smiling as you plop your phone back on the couch next to you, settling in for the next god knows how many hours, one hand carding Sukuna’s pink locks, the other arm cradling him close.

“I love you, sukuna,” you whisper.

He hums in acknowledgment, but he presses a small kiss to your chest as a small “love you too” back.

[greenglowinspooks]

The way that I’m brainrotting over a DCxDP crossover with a Danny who’s a vengeful villain rn

Like, let’s just say that the GiW finally get into contact with the JL. They need help neutralizing a threat, you see, and they’re on their last limb trying to keep civilians safe.

They have video evidence! They have studies to back their claims! The JL have to help them!

Unfortunately, the JL believe them. They join a fight against Danny, and defeat him due to being far more experienced than he is. Danny is locked away and experimented on by the GiW.

That would CHANGE a person. Your heroes turning against you and seeing you as a monster, being experimented on for who knows how long, not knowing if your friends and family are safe.

Danny gets out due to a simple mistake on the GiW’s part; having Blüdhaven as part of their transport route.

Of course the trucks were attacked, they’re government property!

So now, whoever decided to raid the government transport trucks (the Penguin or something) has a ton of experimental weapons with no idea how they work, and a heavily traumatized teenager.

Danny knows how they work. Danny can be useful! They won’t throw him out if he’s useful! And so, now Danny is working for the Penguin, altering the ectoplasm weapons to make them work on humans.

It’s a good deal for both parties. Danny gets to neurotically imprint on the Penguin like a small baby animal, and the Penguin gets a brilliant mind who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

But eventually, Danny finds out what happened to his family in his absence.

Jazz is in Arkham. Not as a psychologist, but as a “patient.” Apparently, she snapped and completely destroyed the house, leveled a few blocks of Amity Park, and conducted organized attacks on government bases (mostly GiW) for months.

Sam and Tucker helped her, eventually splitting once Jazz was captured. Sam travels to areas of extreme pollution, completely overgrowing them with her plant powers. Currently she’s in the Amazon rainforest, engaging in an ongoing feud with logging companies. Sam is winning.

Tucker faked his death, and Danny has no idea where he is. He only knows that the death wasn’t real because of a code that the three of them made together, just in case.

Ellie’s trapped in the Infinite Realms. Danny had a failsafe in place so that if she was ever cornered by the GiW, she would be sent to her haunt in the GZ. However, with the portal destroyed, she can’t come back. Danny just hopes she’s okay.

His parents are now top GiW scientists. They’re traveling the country giving speeches. They’re working on a battery powered by ectoplasm, but apparently started “having difficulties” around the same time that Danny escaped.

None of it is fair. None of it is right.

The Justice League destroyed his life, the lives of his friends, and they’re doing as good as ever. The GiW is respected, and his parents are happily working away for them.

Danny takes up some of his more experimental weapons and breaks Jazz out of Arkham. She’s a little different now, colder and more quiet, but she still loves him all the same. It’s an unimaginable comfort to him to see his sister again.

He can’t use his powers anymore. He’s so used to associating them with pain that even transforming into his ghost form is enough to take him down for hours.

However, he understands ectoplasm more than anyone else in the world. He knows how to use it in virtually everything; how it can become a weapon, how it can be used as a supplemental ingredient in poisons and nerve agents, how it can twist and distort the mind if applied correctly.

He doesn’t care what happens to him. He’s going to take down the GiW, and destroy the lives of the JL members who helped lock him away, just as they did to him.

No matter the cost.

[hypewinter]

During a press conference for the newest Justice League member, Phantom, a reporter asks him "Do you have anything to say to all the children who aspire to be like you?"

Phantom looked at the reporter puzzled before saying, "Children wanna be like me? Why? I'm a bad influence."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 102

 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 

 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 

 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 

  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 

 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-

 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 

 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 

 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 

 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 

 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 

 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 

 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 

 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.

[clairesbeauchamp]

1.03 | 1.05 | 3.03

[mischievous-thunder]

Whatever you say pretty kitty

[ghostbsuter]

Robin¹ aka Nightwing had Batgirl... (the ginger one), then Robin³ had his own (The blond), and then the blond Batgirl (he's pretty sure she was a Robin too?) became spoiler–

The dark shadows, Danny swears, that was a Batgirl too, she goes by BlackBat now tho, had a major upgrade and everything!

But, Danny nods, the current Robin doesn't have a Bat partner.

And he did say he wouldn't be Phanton anymore. No hero (or at least solo) and...

Would Sam really be mad if he got himself the Bat title and kicked ass with Robin?

(It would be fair, Robin saved Cujo's life. That's the rule of ghosts, give back what was given. He saved Cujo's afterlife, so Danny as Cujo's behalf will make sure Robin does not die.)

[heavyheavycream]

feedist kinktober 10 - full moon

[the-barefoot-hatter]

I've seen a few Billford fics where Dipper is onto/extremely suspicious that Bill isn't exactly "human", but I think the reverse concept is much much funnier... where Dipper's convinced Ford is the cryptid and Bill is 100% the normal guy

Dipper "Paranoia" Pines: "Mabel, don't you think there's something WEIRD about Great-Uncle Ford??? He barely sleeps, he wears a turtleneck AND coat in the middle of summer, he has a ranked blood 'flavor profile' list, he always sneaking around at night, he always smells like brunt hair... which is... also weird but not really a sign of anything I guess... but I still think he's vampire? Maybe?? -chewing pen, frantically searching The Monster Book of Monsters for more clues- Mabel: "What, Dipper, you're crazy! Right Grunkle Bill?" Bill Cipher -clearly doing something supernatural, up to and including still being a floating triangle in a top hat- "Gee, I dunno Shooting Star, personally I've always suspected my hubbie's a shaved Bigfoot... how else do you explain Stan?" Dipper -oblivious to the real cryptid in the shack-: SEE, yes, thank you, good to know we have one voice of reason in this house!