#Prompt 70

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #70

"Ohhhh, no, nope, nope, nope, I refuse."

[hp-coffeehouse]

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PROMPT 70 is...

Description: a white mug with the zodiac sign gemini on it. / Prompt can be interpreted as astrology. Interpret that how you wish for coffee or tea. RULES ON LJ / DW are here.

[rudamaruda520]

imagine jegulus where James so desperately trying to put them in those painfully obvious "get together" scenarios but fails every bloody time

[in a motel]

James: so there's only one room available so we'll have to share... I sure hope it has two separate beds *crossing fingers*

Regulus: *opening the door* oh yeah, it does, don't you worry 😌

James: 🥲

[in a car]

James: a six-hour trip and just the two of us... I sure hope we don't bond over the long conversation that is ahead of us...

James: Right Reggie?

James: Reggie?

James: *looks at the passenger seat and sees Regulus sleeping with headphones in his ears*

James: 🥲

[in a club]

James: *hires a guy who is going to start aggressively hitting on Regulus so that he can swoop in like a knight on a white horse and save him from trouble*

James: *watches as Regulus flirts back and leaves with a guy hired by James (he probably shouldn't hire Barty for that)*

James: 🥲

[in a small space they "accidentally" locked themselves in]

James: Blimey... it could be hours before someone finds us here...

Regulus: Just a moment... aaaand I managed to unlock the door 🤓

James: Of course you did... 🥲

[ultravioletbrit]

“share” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 376 words

James is just about to leave Regulus’ flat, but Regulus stops him just as he reaches the front door. “Wait. What’s in that bag?” Regulus asks when James picks up a duffle bag that Regulus hadn’t noticed sitting by the door.   

“Nothing.” James answers awkwardly as he tries, and fails, to hide the large duffel bag behind his back.

“James...?” Regulus says slowly as he walks over to him. Regulus takes the bag from James and gasps when he opens it. “My sweatshirts!” He yelps. “Why are you stealing all my sweatshirts?”

“Your sweatshirts?”

“Fine, our sweatshirts.” Regulus corrects himself and James raises an eyebrow. “They’re not our sweatshirts?” Regulus asks with a little pout. “We share them so doesn’t that make them ours?”  

James takes the bag from Regulus and puts it on the floor so he can wrap his arms around Regulus’ waist. “Sharing implies that we both get to wear them, love. You steal them, and I don’t see them again until I run out and I have to sneak in here and take them all back. Then we start the whole process over again.”

Regulus blinks at James a few times. “You…? But I…?” Regulus fumble the huffs. “How long have you been doing that?”  

“How long have we been dating?” James smiles sweetly.

Regulus gives James another small huff with a little pout but after a moment something flashes across Regulus’ eyes and he narrows them at James.

“Do you wear them when you take them back?” Regulus asks.

“Yeah…?”

“So, we both wear them. Doesn’t that imply that we share them?” Regulus asks with a little smirk.

“I… But you…” James fumbles his words then huffs. “I guess we share the sweatshirts.” He says with a resigned sigh.

“Our sweatshirts.” Regulus corrects him.

“Our sweatshirts.” James agrees with a fond eye roll. He leans in to give Regulus a quick kiss before he picks up the bag.     

“Wait.” Regulus puts his hand on James’ to stop him. “Can I just keep one of them?” He asks in a shy voice as his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “I like to umm… sometimes I…”

James smiles and leans in for another kiss. “I always leave you the one you keep under your pillow.” James whispers.

[wishfulsketching]

For the gotham art prompts, maybe Edward (human) coping with the existence of Edward (dog)?

Also just wanted to say that I really really love your art, you capture the characters so well and the speed that you draw at is so impressive lol, I get notifications that you've posted like every day

Thank you! I've always been quick with my art, mostly because I tend to draw like three things at the same time, switching between them every ten minutes..... (thanks adhd)

Here's Ed being jealous of a dog!

[deadbeetleblog]

the batkids finds a box with shitton of VHS so they plug them in and to their surprise is just a bunch of Christmases,birthdays,graduations, party's,etc that Bruce recorded

the first one is dicks 10 birthday (none of this is chronological or anything I'm making shit up as I want)the camera quality was shit all grainy,it was in the manor and part of the league were there and Donna,Roy,wally,Garth are there with their mentors plus superman and the gordons and there's like this cheesy decoration and theres gifts bags for the kids and ice cream and I'm thinking dick is going to have a mj obsession so all of micheal Jackson's songs are playing on the background and the kids are all trying to do the beat it dance

then there's a shot of Dickies small kid face covered in cake and ice cream and he looks gross,off camera a voice says (Bruce) "you're liking your party lad?" his voice is so soft and young and so dad "yeS! thank you Bruce this is the best party ever!!" and he goes away running to superman,he looks young too, mullet and all as he catches Dickie laughing. the video ends, the next tape rolls

It's Christmas,it seems like Bruce is hiding while he records, the tv is on, "can't touch this" is playing and a young Jason Todd is clumsily trying to do the dance, you can hear Bruce's giggles as he watches the kid, he stops hiding and enters the room, Jason looks at him,his smile wide "look! dad look! I'm doing it!!" he isn't doing it but Bruce claps anyways "good job Jaylad!! you look just like hammer!" Jason squeaks, the video ends.

this time tim is on view,he's in the cave doing his homework on the floor, he looks like he's 13-15 at least all sparred on baggy jeans and a too big shirt,this was from a digital camera very clearly, the quality much better, on a monitor of the batcomputer, Britney spears was singing,he was humming along softly, Bruce made his presence clear Clark In front of him with a cake, singing softly "happy birthday to you....happy birthday to you.... happy birthday dear Timmy,happy birthday to you" Tim looked back a bit shocked before smiling wide,his braces all clear for the camera

next tape was toddler damian bouncing and clapping while watching toy story 3 bruce giggling as he danced, "dami,dami, I love youu" his voice was so incredibly soft "I uv yu" Bruce awed as baby damian talked, all chubby limbs and big green eyes,"Dami papa loves you" bruce keep repeating and he keep getting i love yous back when a new set of footsteps interrupted him "hey sugar" clarks midwester accent break through the quiet ambience "hey you" Bruce focused the camera on him "got anything to say to your baby?" Bruce asked humourous,Clark had a tiny baby strapped to his chest ,Damian squeaked loudly getting Bruce's attention back on him "I'm here baby no need to spit" Clark laughed and the video ended

they watched the black screen for a while, it was heartwarming in a way,dick no longer danced thriller on Halloween with his friends, Jason no longer tried to copy vanilla ice, tim no longer had a fringe or a myspace account and Damian was no longer a baby. Bruce was getting older and older and the only thing left of those days were these videos.

the complication of videos grows bigger and bigger with dukes graduation,Cass first recital, Barbara's wedding, Steph's birthday, and eventually they found two curious videos

one was marked "olly,lexie and brucie 72" and the other "happy together 81", turns out lex Luther not only had a beautiful head of red locks but he also had a complete disco choreography with oliver queen and bruce wayne for their graduation, Bruce had the most adorable crooked teeth and straight nose,he really changed with none of his original teeth and multiple rhinoplasties.

the other one was a short video of Bruce combing his hair, humming softly until he caughts the cameraman, he turns with a smile " if we're late for your fault I'm going to be so pissed" the cameraman laughed warmly, "I just have to get my shoes on, I'm waiting for you,it's been an hour you don't need to comb that much" Clarks voice bombed through the speakers "it's my wedding Clark,of course I have to comb that much","you know I love your hair no matter how it is" Bruce pouted and turned pissed, going to the bathroom "Bruce please, don't get pissed" the video ended.

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: call 15/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 376

Barty tapped the phone he'd been given, dumming his fingers against the plastic. There was a police officer sat opposite him, arms folded and looking unimpressed. The phone in question was a standard office telephone that could only achieve one function - sending or receiving a call.

"You get one phone call. If they fail to pick up on the second attempt, you have to remain in custody until the next working day, which is Monday. The call will be recorded for the safety of yourself and others and you have the right to remain silent if you please" the officer recited with an air of boredom, like he wanted to be here less than Barty did.

Barty tapped the numbers in with ease. He'd remembered them from the first moment he'd seen them written on a napkin in some illegal rave venue.

"Pick up pick up, pick up," he muttered under his breath, praying to all that was holy that his call would be answered. The dial tone was loud in his ear.

"Hello?" That beautiful voice, the same one he got to hear almost every day now.

"Hey gorgeous," Barty drawled Into the receiver, hoping that Evan wouldn't be too mad at him.

"Bat...? Who's phone are you calling me from?" Evan sounded anxious even though the connection bounced a bit and left a robotic tint over his words.

"Ummmm," Barty squinted at the name tag on the officers uniform. "That would be sargent Bradley-Harvey's phone," Barty said sheepishly, waiting nervously for his boyfriends reaction.

"Did you get nicked?" Evan didn't even sound that surprised. Was the bar that low?

"Something like that, could you please come and pick me up from Manchester city centre police station?" Barty had to put on a sweet voice for that one. He was a rather long way from home.

"What the fuck are you doing in Manchester Bee?" Evan sighed and there was the sound of ome sort of shuffle and a clink of keys "you know what? Dont answer that. I'll be there in a couple hours max" he sighed in exasperation and the line disconnected.

"So..?" the officer prompted, holding open a notepad and a pen.

Barty grinned smugly. "My boyfriend's coming to pick me up"

[the-witchhunter]

I think why I’m annoyed by Danny coming around getting rid of Constantine’s “soul contracts” or collecting soul pieces and what have you fundamentally isn’t because it misunderstands how that works

It’s because it’s what makes him functionally immortal

WHY IS DANNY TRYING TO KILL THIS RANDOM MAN??

[screamlet]

18 daily drabble (day 67; mustache)

@118dailydrabble

notes: bucktommy between s7 and s8

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Hen and Karen are hosting a summer barbecue at their house. When Hen sees Buck off to the side, sulking, she sidles up to him.

"You know, this is your boyfriend's hard launch."

Buck's head whips around. "What does that mean?"

"He's hot and he's out here, Buck, and you're in the corner…"

"He is obsessed with Eddie's stupid mustache and I'm gonna lose it," Buck hisses. "I looked up his first crush, this Tom Selleck guy, and he's got a huge mustache! Now Eddie's mustache is all over his face—"

Hen calls out, "Tommy, come get your man."

When Tommy immediately leaves Eddie and rushes over, a huge grin on his face, Hen pinches Buck's side. "Idiot." 

[hypewinter]

It's finally getting warmer where I'm at! So to celebrate me already dying even though it's not even that hot yet (I'm weak sue me) have some summer Danny prompts!

It's so hot that Danny's ice core is kicking into overdrive in order to cool himself down. So no one can really blame him for diving into an empty pool and splashing around a bit. How was he supposed to know this pool was owned by a billionaire and his gaggle of kids? And why do they keep referring to him as "adoption bait"?

Danny becomes Captain Cold's apprentice. Why? Because when he's around him, he doesn't have to exert his ice core as much. Besides it's fun coming up with elaborate plans and monologues. And Captain Cold doesn't tend to harm anyone. For those that are in harms way on occasion, Danny can save them no problem. Without his employer noticing of course. Meanwhile Flash is Concerned TM about this kid who keeps following Snart around.

There is an ice cream truck that randomly appears around the country. Apparently the guy who owns it can make any flavor ice cream. You want triple chocolate cake ice cream? You got it. A whole thanksgiving feast as your flavor? No problem. Heck, there was even one kid who asked for sidewalk flavor as a joke. Next thing he knew, he was presented with a grey scoop in a cone. It was absolutely fascinating and whenever the truck appeared, kids would always scramble over themselves to get some. One day, the truck appears outside Mount Justice.

[loonyloopylupin96]

Prompt: Advent | @moonwater-microfic | Words: 419

The October full moon had been particularly rough for Remus that year, but as he settles down in the library, just beside the door to the restricted section, he begins to feel like a normal student again. A normal student with a lot of work to catch up on.

After an hour, he's on a roll and his study is going well. Although he'd benefit from a bit of extra time he's loathe to request an extension - it wouldn't be fair to the others - so he continues on feeling quite focused in his own little world.

That is, until he senses someone approach.

"Are you an apparition? Or have you actually come back to school?"

He looks up to see Regulus approaching. There's a look on his face that gives Remus pause. It's some sort of twisted amalgamation of relief and… anger?

"I'm here-"

"Because I'm hoping you're an apparition. The real you would surely have sent me a letter or something to say you were okay, and not just hidden away in the fucking library when you got back."

Closing the book with a gentle sigh, he savours the silent seconds available to him as he sets it aside.

"I was going to come and find you once I'd made some progress on catching up, you know how it is-"

"No, I can't say I do," he argues. "You vanish suddenly, say nothing, and come back looking like you're at death's door. You don't tell me a god-damned thing. What am I supposed to think?"

The question hangs in the air between them.

"Right," Regulus continues, bitterly, "Forget it. I-"

"I'm sorry," Remus says at last, though he's speaking in such a low voice it's a wonder the other hears him at all. "I know you've been worried about me, and I know it's hard not knowing, but… I'm okay."

"Does that mean you're not going to be going off sick again?"

The silence answers on his behalf.

Regulus exhales, but as he stares furiously ahead of him, between the long row of shelves, he shuffles his hand over so his smallest finger can brush against Remus'.

"I had your return on my calendar, you know," he says, voice softening. "The advent of Lupin. Well, I just marked it as 'advent', the others think I'm senile."

It's only a matter of time before Regulus realises the truth, but he parks that thought aside - that's a worry for another time.

"I'm sure I'm not that important," Remus replies, breaking into a smile.  From the corner of his eye, he can see Regulus squashing a smile of his own.

"You are. To me."

[st4rboyloser]

@rosekillermicrofic — January 1 — Sky — word count: 303

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At first, when Evan had proposed the idea, Barty thought it was dumb. Watching the sunset, what kind of sappy crap was that? But he knew he was going to do it because he’d do anything to see his Rosie happy.

So now, here they were, standing against the rails on the ledge of one of the towers of the school, looking out over the school grounds as they waited. 

“Rosie, seriously, we’ve never done this before. Why now?” Barty asked with a raised eyebrow.

Evan just shrugged. “Dora said we should watch it, apparently it’s really pretty.”

Barty shrugged, turning his attention back to the sky, watching as the sun slowly dipped beneath the horizon. He was about to make another comment about how dumb this whole thing was, but when he glanced over at Evan, the words seemed to leave him. 

The glow of the setting sun made his eyes glow, and he just looked…ethereal. His hair, so blonde it looked white, looked as if it had absorbed the sun itself, shining and glittering in a way that almost reminded Barty of Veritaserum. He was the most beautiful boy Barty had ever laid eyes on, which was apparent every day, but especially so at this moment. Evan looked like a painting in this light, one that Barty would be happy to stare at for hours every single day. His eyes stayed glued to the boy until the sun had disappeared fully and only the pink and purple hues of the sky still remained.

Evan turned to him, a light smirk on his face. “Did you even see the sunset?”

Barty had, in the reflection of Evan’s eyes. Suddenly, watching the sunset with his Rosie was one of his favorite activities, and he was very open to doing it more often.

[uhhlifeig]

ok ok hear me out

what if we put the dead gay wizard blorbos into a fantasy medieval world?

what if james and trans! regulus were arranged to be married cos theyre both nobles?

what if regulus comes out to james one day after pulling him aside at a ball?

what if regulus and sirius later run away together and they stay at alphards place, but james gets none of their letters cause people who work for walburga are monitoring his mail and so he thinks that they were kidnapped by like goblins or dragons or something?

and what if he goes on a quest to "save" them, and meets remus, the kid who was shunned by his community for being a werewolf (and gay), and they go together?

and what if its just kinda a wild goose chase while meeting a whole assortment of marauders era characters?

and what if sirius and/or regulus actually have magic but were afraid to tell anyone that they had it, since it's highly looked down upon in their society?

and ofc we need to have sirius and remus kiss bc WOLFSTAR

[ultravioletbrit]

“murder” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 312 words

“I want a crow.” Regulus announces as he passes the last of a joint back to James.

Regulus and James were bored. It’s a Sunday night, they don’t have any classes tomorrow, all their friends are busy, and James had a joint left over from the party last weekend.

One thing led to another and now Regulus is lying on his back on the floor with his hands in the air. He interlocks his thumbs and is flapping his hands like a bird.

“You want a what?” James giggles from where he’s lying on the couch.

“A crow.” Regulus repeats. “You know… like the bird.” He flaps his hands in James’ direction for emphasis.

“Why do you want a crow?”

“Because they’re really smart and if you’re going to get a bird, you should definitely get a crow.” Regulus tells him.

“Who said I wanted to get a bird?” James asks.

“I did! Right now. Aren’t you listening?” Regulus drops his hands and rolls on his side to look at James.

“Sorry, love. I thought you wanted a crow.” James smiles at him.

“We should both get crows. We should get a whole murder of crows!” Regulus says excitedly as he crawls towards the couch.

“You want to murder the crows?” James asks with wide eyes.

“No, silly, that’s what a group of crows is called.” Regulus giggles and climbs up on the couch to snuggle in beside James. “We should get a whole group of crows, and we can feed them, and they’ll bring us little gifts.” Regulus yawns and cuddles even closer to James.

“Will they, now?” James says sweetly and wraps his arms around Regulus.

“Yup. That’s what they do.” Regulus says but his words are slurred with sleep and his breathing evens out almost immediately.

James squeezes Regulus one more time before he also falls asleep and has a very weird dream about crows.

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt - Spell 03/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 336

"Whatcha doin'?" Evan drawled out, curious and nosey as always as he leant over Barty's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the parchment he was feverishly scribbling on. He was writing like a mad man. The ink scribbled and smudged across the page incoherently. Barty tried to cover it with his arms before he blotted it leaving inky imprints of words over his pale skin and the page nothing more than a smudged mess, he balled the parchment up and threw it into a pile with countless others; balled or torn and some of them even burnt on the edges. Barty grimaced. "Piss off, Rosie," he grumbled through gritted teeth - he noticed his jaw was hurting. How long had he been clenching it? He didn't know, maybe since he'd started this endeavour. The last thing he needed right now was his boyfriends judgement. He attempted to shoo him off with a dismissive hand. It didn't work. Instead, the idiot plucked up the balled up parchment and cleared his throat in a stiffled laugh.

"Dear Fater. I, you're son, is writing to infirm you tat I will not be returning home this sumer" Evan burst into laughter while Barty could only hide in his hands, Evan nudged his hands away cupping his face tenderly "Merlin you can't spell" he muttered before holding the crinkled parchment up once more. "I also need to tell you that I am a humo homoseg gay. I don't care what you think, shove you're upinyon up you're arse. From Barty"

Evan put the letter down gently with a bemused expression, clearly getting a kick out of how terrible it was. Barty prepared himself for cruel words and taunting but instead he sat himself down on a chair beside Barty and plucked the quill from his fingers "you tell me what you want to say and I'll write it nicely for you love" he murmured as he dunked the quill into the ink well. And oh... oh Barty fell in love all over again.

[fakeusernamelol]

Stan and Ford deserve to raise their incest babies together :,(((

YOU KNOW WHAT ANON? FUCK IT, YES, WHY NOT, THE STANCEST NATION DESERVES SOME HAPPINESS FOR ONCE 😤😤😤💖💖💖

For my part i already had the bad ending au and the original BUT WHAT IF I MADE A (really) GOOD ENDING AU??? 🤭🤭🤭

I KNOW IT SOUNDS FUNNY BUT I ACTUALLY ENDED UP LIKING IT so let me explain a little about this other spin-off au??

Its pretty much the same as the original but in this au the science fair accident didn't happen BUT also does a fight nor anything, the boys are a little (WAY) more able to communicate and express themselves and so when ford gets the change to go to west coast he decides to make a plan in order to not leaving aside stan and the kids in new jersey but to go all as the family they were! And so the plan was that they will stay in the college dorm (in secret, good thing they were twins so stan could get access easily and the kids are still little so they can hide them 😉) while stan worked and save enough money to get a small apartment for them to live in same time maintain their childs lol, and with the money stan has already saved all these years since he left school to study they manage to get the kids into kindergarten so they wouldn't be such an issue while both his parents are busy

Plan sounded easy that it really went and it took them harder to get it (at least 3 Ford's phd and a lot of bribery for the roommate not to say nothing about the family living in the campus 🤷) but they finally managed to do it and start to accommodate their lives a little better. About Stanley he's been working in whatever he finds to get as much money he can to his family, say it and he probably has done it: removalist, taxi driver, house painter, cleaner, cashier, yaddah yaddah, He has also had more than one job at the same time but it's not until he saw and ad about boxing matchings with prize included and without thinking he decides to join to get some more money and also why not? Have a little fun 🤭 hes a little rusty because he hasn't practice his boxing skills ever since the twins birth but he still remembers how to give a good left hook and even with all the changes in his body he's still trong so he feels able to. And while Stanford was doing his way into the science world just like he always dreamed, Stanley was slowly gaining a name as a new promise for boxing!

AND SORRY BUT IM GOING TO CUT TILL HERE, I WOULD EXPAND MORE FOR SURE BUT ITS 3AM AND IM SO SLEEPY (was also going to do a drawing of them kn the college years but 😭😭) so yeah sorry it's possibly not the best BUT PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU FW WITH THIS because this au has become a very important to me and i love making silly variations finally some happy shit here 🥺🥺💖💖