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#lotr sesa#lord of the rings secret santa#holiday prompt meme#prompt meme#lord of the rings#the silmarillion#the hobbit#the rings of power#tolkien#fanfic#writing prompts#signal boost#the more the merrier#middle earth#come claim a prompt#deadline reminder#help the mods out#ao3 exchange#holiday exchange#trying to think of useful tags is HARD
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Ok fun thought
So the teens of amity have grown up and started moving wether that be for college or jobs but one thing is in common with them the niggt before they leave no matter what if them leaving is known or unknown phantom appears before them
"You are leaving... know this you are a citizen of amity park if you need me call for me and i will come for you. you will always A̵̢̡͉̩̼̠̯̳͓̹͖̯̟̗̓͌̂͋̽̋͒̒́̍̉̿̂̒̀̽͐̒̅l̷̢̨̨͔̖̮̹̮͉̰̟̲͔̗̠̯̹͕̳̙̀͂͌͗́̌̓̾̂͆͐̆̄͋̎͑̎̇̓̕w̸̧̩̝̫̜̙̽͑̒ͅͅǎ̴̢̢̢̲̮̤̠͇̘̹̻̱̰̭̦̤͍̮̹̇͋̃̈́́̏̓͛̕ÿ̸̢̢̛̠̤͎̫͕͓̗̝͙͍̭̤͈̞̲̇͛͋̇́͌̿̚ș̶̛̛̌̌͗͗̽͆̂̎̆͆͐̎̽̓͘̚͜ have home here"
phantom spoke his peace and then just left just as suddenly as he appeared and no matter where they went or who they were they could always always call upon their hero
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Meanwhile constantine was absolutely bloody terrified it seemed that nearly every town he visited there was a young adult who had formed a pact with not a demon but a spirit from the infinite realms even he doesn't fuck with them too chaotic and unpredictable
And it's nit just some random spirit clamoring for power it's one that already has it from what he can tell just from the magic on them it's a powerful spirit with titles
This is bad he'd best inform the rest of the JLD
Tl;dr when ever one of the teens of amity park leaves the city the night before danny given them a blessing to call upon him cus they are his people
And John sees that somehow some random person in every single city has a way to contact some all mighty realms spirit
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp#dp x dc prompt#Danny gives the teens of amity a parting gift#john saw one teen and was like ok need to go find out how the i remove that#then went a town over and saw a separate teen with the same blessing#and again and again and again#due to danny claiming a whole ass town as his haunt he also claimed the residents as his to care for#so to satisfy his come before anyone leaves he makes sure they can contact him
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You know how there's a whole thing about how DC superheroes die and get brought back a lot? Well, for DPxDC, how about this?
Every time a Justice League member gets resurrected, their ghost remains in the Ghost Zone.
So you'll have a member of the Justice League bite the bullet for whatever reason, they'll form as a ghost in the Ghost Zone. They'll make themselves comfortable, maybe they'll even becoming defenders of peaceful ghosts who have no experience fighting or no desire to fight. Maybe they'll find dead family members and re-establish their bonds. Maybe they'll find other dead members of the Justice League and make and undead branch of the Justice League. Maybe they'll meet Danny and either help teach him how to be a hero (if he's still young) or become a hero group supported by him (if he becomes the king).
And then, for whatever reason, someone found the magical amulet that can revive a person, they somehow developed 1-Ups for a limited time, the revival machine finally got a tune up, the hero gets revived. But the ghost doesn't leave the Ghost Zone. Because of this, the revived hero doesn't have any memories of their time in the afterlife. The ghost probably doesn't even notice something changed and that their old body is up and running again.
This all ends up coming to a head when the GIW decide to push the manhunt for Danny Phantom and all other ghosts, lying to the Justice League in order to convince them to help. They eventually decide to hunt down Danny and corner him, ready to capture him...
… And suddenly he's saved by a bunch of ghosts that look identical to them.
#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc prompt#justice league#If someone died multiple times either the ghost gains their current memories or another ghost is formed#I also imagine that if a ghost possessed their living counterpart they would essentially fuse together#Either they're fully alive and just regain their memories or they become half ghosts#I wonder if this makes the revived heroes clones of the original ones that died?#Lol if this is an AU where Superman hates Connor for being a clone and everyone comes to that conclusion that'd be so ironic#Hating the clone when you are a technically a clone yourself#If the Justice League is dumb you can make this like that Tumblr post where a zombie and ghost come from the same body#Only the ghosts just find their living bodies really dumb instead of being actually brainless#“Why are you hunting this child?” “What has he ever done?” “For the love of god please look into your claims!"#Maybe being revived and essentially having your soul be a copy has that effect#Villains probably also get the same treatment but their souls are treated with a little more scrutiny#If the Joker has ever had this happen to him his ghost was either imprisoned or made deader than dead for his crimes#Other villains might just retire especially if their crimes weren't severe
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Melotober - Day 31 - Spoopy
Happy LATE Halloween!
[ reminder that this blog follows a 'rf2 Kyle is rf1 Lynette's son' headcanon♥ ]
#Melotober#I will NEVER be over the Halloween Graff Arts. If I ever claim to be kill the imposter immediately#Rune Factory#Rune Factory 2#RF#RF2#Rune Factory Lynette#RF Lynette#RF Kyle#FINISHED. A day late as I give out candy on Halloween but Yesterday was SUCH a good afternoon!! So many good costumes!!#And REALLY polite kids coming to the door too!#I even had my drawing tablet outside on the table with me and some kiddos got to see me starting these lines!#Kudos to the 3 who were SUPER curious who earned themselves extra candy#I'll take 'Prompts Margot's had in her notes since last year' for 1000#You can't tell me that Lynette hasn't discovered Roman Candles of a small size that fit inside the fake flintlock#or just a small sparkling firework. Something stupid bright#but YES I will never be over the Graff art. I love all of the. Am SO happy i have my entire silly HC family in the Halloween style#and I survived!! Finished!! Even if two days got delayed I got through!#Have a good night all!! I'm going to take a few days-a week and throw myself into the Red Dead Redemption [1] PC release to decompress#let's go from one eyepatch wearing reformed antagonist to another- because I clearly have a type#Margot's RF Art#Rune Factory Kyle
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Dp x dc idea 72
Danny is Tim’s twin.
Clockwork kidnapped him or maybe the parents sold him off. Regardless he ended up with the Fentons as a baby. No idea he’s not theirs.
Tim finds out he has a twin somehow.
On a completely totally unrelated note Desiree had left amity park and was in Gotham. Danny had been following her.
Tim makes a wish.
Something along the lines of wishing to grow up with him.
The world get rewritten just like it did for Sam. Lucky for Danny and crew. After the events sam described they all where version of the deflectors. Danny’s modified not to harm him.
So danny with no memories of the new rewritten world. Just knows Tim’s wish.
Now he has none of his powers just his memories. Danny just had to fix this some phone.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#pariah could still happen#like vlad took longer#then the king comes to claim earth#or vortex#technus wouldn’t be a bad guy#sam and tuck have there memories#how are the bats gonna react to danny not knowing who they are anymore#will Jazz know something is off#danny just dipping or at least attempting to#he stands no chance#how will he escape the manor to genie hunt#or will Desiree see the ghost king come back#then the destruction#maybe threatening to enslave all ghosts#then she goes to find him#she knows he’ll make the wish
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Robstar Week Day 4: Culture Clash (Prompt: Downtime)
This is another fic where I used an idea originally based on one of last year's prompts, specifically day 5's "Movie Night." Because movie nights are a pretty great way to use your downtime, right? For this one, I decided to do a little flipping of the script, as it were, in terms of Robin being the one to get lost in understanding pop culture from Starfire's home planet. I thought it would be a fun idea for the Titans to watch a movie from Tamaran, and it also gave me an excuse to indulge my headcanon of Cyborg and Starfire working together on cross-planetary (usually food-based, but nobody said it all had to be cuisine) projects.
Culture Clash
Starfire could barely keep herself still as Cyborg made one last check of Titan’s Tower’s main viewing screen. The two of them had been working on this project for months now, and Robin could feel the energy buzzing between them.
“Alllll righty, then, we should be good to go,” Cyborg said, backing up and wiping his hands more as a gesture of completion than any real need.
“Are y’all ready to witness the historic occasion that is Earth’s first interstellar movie night?”
Beast Boy raised his hand. “Question: Are we sure this is the first one on Earth? Because there’s kind of a lotta aliens in the Justice League and –”
“First. Ever,” Cyborg insisted. “Even if those guys have any, the Watchtower is in orbit above Earth so it doesn’t count.”
“Cool then! Heck yeah I’m ready!” Beast Boy replied enthusiastically. Raven simply nodded, Robin grinned and shot Cyborg a thumbs up, and nobody even had to ask Starfire with the way she was practically vibrating out of her seat.
“Oh, it has been so long since I last watched Lover’s Grove properly! It was one of my favorites growing up,” she gushed.
Beast Boy sprang up in his seat. “Wait, that title translates to ‘Lover’s Grove?!’ That sounds like a total chick flick!”
Starfire gave him an even look. “If you are using the term ‘chick’ in regards to a female individual, then wouldn’t any movie I enjoy constitute a ‘chick flick?’”
Beast Boy opened his mouth again to retort, but paused. Robin could practically see his brain trying to parse whether she was joking or not.
Cyborg chuckled. “Easy, B. I had to watch it a bunch to put the subtitles together and I still didn’t get tired of it. Star has a good taste in Tamaranean movies if this one is any clue.”
Starfire blushed and giggled at the praise, and Robin smiled at her and loosely swung an arm around her shoulder. Beast Boy, still a little put off, rolled his eyes and gagged teasingly at the show of affection.
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By the time they were about an hour into the movie, Beast Boy had changed his tune. He and Cyborg both laughed raucously as one of the characters on the screen made a comment about gloorgs and some place called the Deksa Mountains. Starfire was grinning and giggling along, leaned forward in her seat with her chin propped in her hands.
Robin didn’t get it.
When the laughter died down, he leaned over to Cyborg and spoke in a voice that he hoped was low enough that Starfire wouldn’t catch it. “Okay, I know gloorgs are those big guard dog-things, but what do they have to do with anything?”
Cyborg sniffed and wiped a mirthful tear from his human eye. “I have no idea,” he muttered back, “but I bet the Deksa people wish they didn’t either!”
He chuckled again at his own joke, but Robin only frowned. This wasn’t the first cultural reference that had been lost to him – it felt like every other joke, and several of the more dramatic moments, had some distinctly Tamaranean element that he didn’t quite understand. Cyborg and Beast Boy seemed to be following along all right, but Raven was watching the movie with a bemused little frown on her face that said she was as lost in the references as Robin. At least that meant he wasn’t just clueless.
Starfire suddenly placed a hand on his arm and leaned over toward him. “Do you need help understanding the plot?” she whispered.
Robin jolted a little and winced, ashamed that his confusion was so obvious to her. He didn’t want her to think he couldn’t appreciate her favorite movie.
“Not… really,” he hedged. At her patient stare, though, he gave up and let his shoulders slump.
“I guess I just keep getting lost in all the Tamaranean cultural stuff,” he confessed. “I’m following along with the main story about the two families all right, but some of the details are… confusing.”
To his surprise, Starfire smiled and nodded in understanding. “I know that feeling very well. You doubtless recall how often I was confused by your Earth ways when I first moved here.”
Robin frowned. “Yeah, but you always seemed to just, I dunno, roll with it. I keep getting distracted and completely missing the punchlines.”
Starfire shrugged. “It was not always as easy as you make it sound. But… I suppose I made my own fun, in a sense. I made a game of sorts out of trying to learn or guess the situation from context, and simply followed the energy of you and the others when I was completely lost.”
She paused for a moment to glance back at the movie and snicker at some obscure joke – the comedy relief was stealing the show at the moment, so there’d been a lot of those lately – while Beast Boy cackled from the far end of the couch. With a thoughtful eye on him, she added, “I suspect Beast Boy and Cyborg are doing the same thing now.”
Robin’s brow furrowed and he hummed a little to himself, deep in thought. It made sense, but…
Starfire’s expression lit up with an idea. “Perhaps after the movie is over, I could explain the meanings behind any references that are confusing you. Then you will understand it better the next time.”
Robin smiled at that. It was such an obvious solution, but somehow hearing it out loud – and having Starfire suggest it, so he knew it would not be a bother for her – was enough to brighten his mood considerably. He was becoming increasingly interested in Tamaranean culture as time went on and everything about it seemed a little less daunting, and getting a better understanding about a piece of media that was so important to Starfire sounded like a wonderful way to learn even more.
“You know what?” he said, resting his shoulder comfortably against hers as they both settled back in their seats. “That sounds like a great idea.”
#Teen Titans#Robin#Starfire#Robstar#robstarweek#writing#prompt#fanfiction#I actually did come up with a rough plot for this “Lover's Grove” movie as I was writing#I basically started by making up the most sappy-sounding name I could think of#and then coming up with a way to make that title work without being nearly as sappy as it sounds#it's a dramedy about two feuding families who somehow both hold claims to the same piece of land#and a lot is made out of the irony of the land's name when it's being fought over#I have more details if anyone cares about this random alien movie made up for a shipweek oneshot#¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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a little hyler headcanon for @nonamemanga because thinking about stoner tyler w casually dabbles wednesday makes me 🫠🫠🫠
if anyone ever wants to write hyler smut before i finally do please consider wednesday taking a bong hit whilst in cowgirl position, sitting pretty in tyler’s lap 🥰
wednesday on top, forcing tyler to keep still inside her while she lights up and takes a massive bong hit. tyler’s not allowed to move until she’s put the bong back and he then reaches to wrap a hand around her throat nice and tight to pull her down to him so she can exhale into his open mouth
#wyler#weyler#tyler galpin#wednesday addams#wednesday#hyler#hyler shenanigans#coming up w the term hyler is my one claim to fame ok#fic prompt#wyler headcanon#my writing#my prompt
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𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 , 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 / drabble ₊
"if imitation is required, then so be it. nil's safety is all that concerns me."
we would never be human, my brother and i. we could never hope to pass. even as i said these words to the divine dragon, i recognized that it was concession only. we needed somewhere to stay, a place to rest our weary forms, and regain our strength to continue on. i would make any placations and reassurances necessary to ensure this, so long as we needed it, and leave them behind when it was no longer of use. such simple falsehoods were common, a quotidian tool to dull the fangs of the prowling and jealous until another day. they would still come, of course. just as we would still depart.
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we would never come close to human, my twin and i. their faces made this clear. the divine dragon was hopeful and naive, and believed baselessly in our ability to make ourselves at home because, they assured us, they had been able to do the same.
on many occasions, i said to them: "that success is owed in part to your nature as a divine dragon. you underestimate the strength of a systematic distrust."
always, they would reply that my ' systematic distrust ' could only be dismantled by time and visibility, that given enough show of good intent, the others would have no choice but to accept us. i expressed that nil and i were not here to give shows of our intent, nor was it vital to us to earn the humans' trust. we had no interest in becoming the ' good ' fell dragons for others to praise.
always, they frowned. and i was unable to tell if my words had disappointed or saddened them.
——— ⟢
"so, why the lance?"
a curious voice broke through the haze of sweat, exertion, and the punishing summer heat. i looked down to my bruised hands, to chastened palms rough and raw from the abrasion of wood, and planted the training weapon point-down in the ground between us to rest. it was as much an acknowledgement of their question as it was a wordless statement to come no closer, and in this single gesture simultaneously provided answer.
"i thought you said you wouldn't fit in."
"i have not."
and this was not untrue. seasons had passed, and nil and i had still not found a more remote, more willing sanctuary. and the faces had not changed. still we undertook tasks together and together only, at times with the divine one for company and otherwise a solemn and happy pair. for though there were those in the army who may stomach us one or the other, both at a time set them ill at ease. i did not fault them, for it did likewise for me. and i would not let nil alone, whose blood was too gentle still to wield steel against soft humanity should they strike first.
"my brother has made some progress with his axe. with a spear, i possess another means with which to protect him."
"ah," the divine one said, as though this was expected, though there appeared to me a distinct hope that there was more to be revealed. i sensed a certain expectation — that it had been a natural decision to complement the preferences of those around me: my brother's hatchets; the divine dragon's sword.
but i would disappoint. the consideration had never occurred to me; only that, of the options available, the spear proved most versatile. to slash, to pierce, to strike bluntly, close or at distance; to be thrown, and lighter weight than an axe.
and above all, to keep the enemy at bay, and nil behind me.
i turned the human weapon on the divine one now to demonstrate this. their startled blue eyes shone wide beneath the sun. "facing your sword will assist me in improving quickly. three seconds and i will attack."
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we could never have been human, my other half and i. after all, the humans had all taken their leave, what few remained of them, splintered and swept away like shards of glass.
and now it was quieter than it had ever been — in gradlon or amid the army camps.
regardless of what we intended, we had become the ' good ' fell dragons in the end. some of their faces had eventually changed because of this; others had not. i wondered whether seeing this had satisfied the divine one, had made them believe we had indeed managed to fit in with time and visibility; i had never had the chance to ask. regarding the fresh grave now, the spotless stone, the clean engraving, i felt that so long as this may have perhaps been true, my own intentions ceased to matter. and the praise and judgment of others ceased to matter.
my hands were once again bruised, raw from battle though the old callouses had long faded, and i tried to summon the memory of them again through vision too clear to be appropriate. i willed my eyes to weep, and it did not come. i gave that to nil instead, asked him to weep for both of us.
the spear drove point-down in the grass between the two of us once more, beside the pedestal's simple tomb, as though the iron sought the one who rested beneath it like a compass needle.
i could not reach. my hands could not reach. my tears could not reach.
yet with this lance, i may . . .
. . .
【 nel has mastered halberdier 】
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▀▀ BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ₊ | abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc .) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ? | asked by @heriteur
#——— ⟢ 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒅 】₊ writing.#wc 900#had this concept for my halberdier drabble for a while now and was staring at the hcs left in my inbox#and was like well why not combine them...........#i still need one (1) thread so im not actually claiming mastery yet but will be soon#title - aside from obviously coming from the hc prompt#is a reference to apparently some research has said abatina isn't Technically scientifically classified as a flower?? idk i rolled w it
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Late to the party, but here I am for the Codex Prompts! ✨
What about, for Emma...
10. a letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while
Maybe late, but I am delighted to have you, as always! There is cake and popcorn and we're going to rewatch the extended edition of Fellowship after this. You haven't missed a thing c:
(and if you still aren't feeling well there is fresh bread and soup and some nice hot tea. I hope you feel better soon!)
(Codex Prompts)
10. A letter to your OC from a companion they haven’t seen in a while (for Emmaera Lavellan)
A letter hand-delivered to the Dalish encampment outside Wycome.
15 Bloomingtide, 9:44 Dragon
Inquisitor,
I’ve shooed everyone out of the Viscount’s office for a few moments, so I’ve got to keep this brief.
I said there was space for you here and now I’ve made sure of it. The manor in Hightown is well stocked with books recommended by Dorian, furnishings chosen by the Ambassador or Hawke, and a small garden that Merrill has agreed to take care of until you make your way here. Say the word and it will be fully staffed within a week.
Now, I know what you’re thinking.
I’m not saying that this thing with your clan isn’t going to work out. Of course not.
What I’m saying is, you have options, so don’t do anything rash like…I don’t know, run off into the forests alone to hunt our old friend yourself. I know it’s been hard, but you’ve got another family here the moment you need it. I have it on good authority that the trip from Wycome to Kirkwall is under a few weeks when the weather is good, and now’s the time for it.
You don’t have to make a decision right now, Lavellan. If it were me, I would want to know my options. That’s all. Don’t count us out yet.
Anyway—I don’t have much more to report. Hawke made me the godfather after all, if you can believe it. I’d complain about having to share, but how could I with such fine company as a Prince and a Warden? He’s a cute kid, Inquisitor. You should come down here if you can, even if just to meet him. That invitation is hers, by the way, though I’d be glad to see you either way.
Take care, Inquisitor. There are people who care about you here.
Now, I can hear Bran breathing down the keyhole, so I’ll end things here. Let me know as soon as you’re thinking about visiting and I’ll show you the very best of the city. It’s a short list, but a good one.
As always, I remain
Your friend,
Varric Tethras
Titles and roles etc. etc. You remember all the ones that matter.
#emmaera lavellan#my writing#haha more wander lore c: just when you thought it was over there was more#varric: your self-destructive tendencies make me very worried for your wellbeing. come be in my city where i can control the outcome please#i have made it very nice and tempting and i am very worried *please*#thanks for the prompt arja <3#(it's fellowship and not the other ones bc fellowship has that scene where .arwen says#'if you want him come and claim him' and um i'm weak so)#(sorry it's only imaginary soup and bread and tea but i really do hope you're feeling better)#codex prompt response#prompt response#shivunin scrivening
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Imagine if instead Danny learns how to clone/ uses a device to separate his halves without doing damage. That way, he could do a series of episodes/ interviews with Phantom, and anyone analysing the video feed would see that the second person hasn't been shopped in. This helps to legitimise his secret identity and has the added bonus of discrediting Wes's retaliation podcast (he spends the entire time showing his 'evidence' of why they're the same person. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have any actual proof to offer besides bad vibes).
Initially, the podcast only gained traction amongst the youth of Amity Park, but one of the students sent a link to her cousin, who was an intern at The Daily Planet. The cousin gets hooked on the show, having been from Amity initially and being familiar with their local hero. They're in the lunch area at work watching it with headphones during their break when one of the senior journalists sits at their table. It's crowded at this point in time and not unusual for spare spaces to be taken by others when you sit by yourself, so they think nothing of it, until they get a tap on their shoulder.
They're annoyed, thinking this big shot is going to try and kick them off the table, but the guy is actually really interested in what they're watching. It's that Jimmy guy who always gets the best shots of Superman (they personally think the two men are secretly dating). Jimmy is interested in what TV show she's watching, thinking it's one his friend's kids will enjoy, and is surprised to find out that it's a podcaster interviewing an actual here from her home town. They send him the link and think nothing more if it, more interested in finding out whether there's going to be long-lasting effects from their hometown being pulled into a different dimension.
Jimmy, on the other hand, goes on a massive research binge, watching every single episode and checking it against local news reports. This guy is doing some seriously good PR work for his local hero, and the podcast is surprisingly good quality considering it's being made by high schoolars. He loads a report he wrote quickly onto a USB stick before heading to the roof and pressing the button on his watch.
Superman, as always, arrives quickly. He seems confused as to why Jimmy pressed the panic button, considering he's seemingly fine (Clark knows he's been sitting at his desk researching all day, and assumes he's stumbled upon some great conspiracy that Superman needs to take down).
Jimmy quickly apologises if he pulled Superman away from something time sensitive, but he found something that he thinks the Justice League might be interested in. They've only been amd for a couple of years, and despite having the backing of several well-known philanthropic billionaires like Queen and Wayne, they still don't have the best reputation. Especially the less well- known heroes and the side kicks. He thinks this guy has a great idea, and they should do something similar maybe.
Clark assured the man that they'll look into it but passes it on to Batman without looking at it too deeply. Bruce is very particular with how they handle their public image, knowing that their actions could potentially affect every enhanced individual on the planet.
Bruce is intrigued and does a deeper dive into this Daniel Fenton kid. Despite what seems to be a chronic phobia of ghosts (he almost always runs away at the first sign of them) and having scientist parents that believe all ghosts are evil, Daniel has decided to approach their local ghost hero and help him tell his side of the story. From the few videos he has found, the boy is skilled at combat when needed and fast at running on his feet.
He decides to pass it on to Tim and the Young Justice to approach the boy about interviewing other heroes/vigilantes. There have been a large number of concerning things showing up in his initial search about the hero Phantom, including a mole on the Watchtower. Agent Jay has been blocking all communication from the state and sending back concerning responses. It also seems that he needs to look into Amanda Waller again. This GIW branch she's started is beyond dodgy and illegal under the Meta Protection Acts.
Young Justice starts their own podcast purely to get Danny's attention, as they realise that they don't have the necessary equipment to visit him without risking overshadowing. Danny agrees to meet with them in Elmerton with spector-deflectors for them to wear, and they have an initial meet and greet. He immediately fanboys over the alien members of the team but gets himself back under control fairly quickly.
He agrees to do videos for some members of the team in exchange for Superboy doing him a favour. The team is on edge, unsure what he'll ask the half-kryptonian for, but Danny explains that a villain recently made a clone of himself, Phantom and themself, and he'd appreciate any advice for how to help her form her own identity outside of her programmed memories and instincts.
Kon agrees to help, and they plan a meet-up between himself and the new clone in Happy Harbour, as she plans to flee the area as soon as Danny has her ID and travel needs sorted. Nightwing is concerned about the legalities of creating her identity, but Danny just shrugs and mentions offhand that the Ghost of technology owed him a favour, so it's all sorted.
Danny has a podcast
Imagine Danny, after years of being ridiculed by mass media, decides to go on a podcast so his side of the story can be heard.
Problem is he can’t find a podcast to go on. A lot of them are to afraid of Phantoms enemies or just not interested. So in classic Danny fashion he decides to fix the problem himself so records and releases a 1 hour tell all interview on being a teenage hero. With Danny as the host and Phantom as the guest with some help from Tucker for the editing to make it all seem like one seamless conversation between two people.
All posted on a YouTube channel they made called “Beneath the Cape”
He thought it would be a one time thing. That maybe down the road he might do another interview with his dead self to talk about other things but he really didn’t expect more than that.
He definitely did not expect to get emails from other heroes asking if they can come on the podcast as a guest.
Because apparently being frustrated by the media giving you a bad wrap is a universal experience in the hero world and after a thorough background check they trusted him to portray them in a more accurate light.
He never could have imagined it get this big but now look at him. Having a shared ranting session with Red Hood about weird billionaires trying to be their fathers.
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i think my problem with other ppl who claim to possibly have native american ancestry but dont know is when they dont seem to treat it like as if it could *actually* be true and just treat it like "yeah im a spicy white person" dshdfshjv? idk if that makes sense, like they dont do the internal work of deconstructing racism around native people, they dont start listening to native ppl- its more or less used as either an excuse for appropriation or just to seem more "exotic".
#strongly thinking of my sister in this regard .-.#i mean nowadays given the trajectory of her politics she'd probably deny its true to savor her White Purity or whatever#but back in the day when she went to raves she'd try to justify wearing headdresses and ik one of her excuses is 'we might possibly maybe#perhaps have native american in us so its ok' like no if you were actually respecting the cultures we might be from you'd know you#have to fucking earn a headdress. you have 0 respect for a culture you could be from.#possibly having native in you should prompt you to work on respecting native people at the very least.#(everyone should be working on it but its esp wild to see disrespectful supposed-native people doing this kind of shit)#also- maybe having native in us =/= being officially part of a tribe. so by default engaging in any cultural practices we're not directly#welcome to participate in is cultural appropriation. doesnt matter if we possibly have it we have no idea which tribe it could be#to begin with. how do we 'practice our culture' w/o knowing which one it is.#its like dress up- only native when its convenient. not considering what it would be like outside of that and if you'd really be ok w#other people being disrespectful of something you could be part of#theres just no actual thought put in to the possibility. you have to change the entire way you go about your life esp if you grew up under#the assumption you were white and all the baggage that comes with that- almost by default there will be racist shit to work on#idk. ik i get passionate about this subject a lot even though idefk if its true but ig at this particular junction in time i think its#important to loudly defend native ppl whether i end up actually being native or not yaknow.#the support shouldnt be conditional and ig i feel like for a lot of ppl who claim native ancestry but dont know it is
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you lock the 141 outside your house (I know my rights tiktok)
pairing: task force 141 (ghost, gaz, price, soap) x american!female reader
synopsis: you lock them out of your (their?) house, claiming you "know your rights." based on a tiktok trend with soldiers.
warnings: none just fluff and humor :)))
a/n: I wrote this in like an hour and I think it's the funniest thing EVER thanks
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Ghost:
You watch as your boyfriend gets out of his truck in the driveway. He grabs his bag from the passenger seat and makes his way to the front door, a smile twitching under his mask at the sight of you waiting for him.
Just as he steps to the porch, you close the door and lock it. “I know my third amendment rights!”
Ghost stops at the door, dropping his bag. Rights? What were you talking about? “Your what?”
“No Soldier shall, in time of peace, be quartered in any house without the consent of the owner,” You reply, reading off your phone.
Ghost sighs. Third amendment? Of course, the one American he dates is the one that has them all memorized. You could probably recite them in your sleep. Patriotism, or whatever. Which makes zero sense. You were living with him in Manchester. If all went well and you got married, he was making sure he changed your status to British.
“You fucking Americans.” He grabs the key from his bag, going to unlock the door only to find you locking it. “Are you serious?”
You show your phone at him through the glass, the third amendment displayed on a Google search. He stares back at you from his mask, unamused. “Bloody hell, woman,” he mutters.
You giggle from behind the door and give him a few more minutes before going to unlock it. You knew Simon’s limits. You only needed a few seconds of fun anyway, but by the time you unlock it, he’s gone.
“Simon?” You call out, poking your head out the door and checking around the house. His truck was still there, so he didn’t turn back around. You don’t see any movements or even hear anything. Was he picked up by aliens?
A thud sounds from behind you, and you yelp, shutting the door and turning around.
Simon stands in front of you, arms crossed and his duffel bag on the floor.
“What the hell?” You said, looking him up and down.
“I should be asking you that,” He retorts. “You should really lock your windows, love.”
“Are you… did you climb through one?”
“You locked me out.”
“I went to unlock it!”
“Third amendment rights, my arse.” He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him. “We’re in England.”
You shrug, tracing up his arm. “Thought it was funny.”
Simon just sighs. “Americans.”
Gaz:
“Oh, hell no!” You exclaim as Gaz approaches the door. “I know my third amendment rights.” The lock clicks.
“No fucking way,” Gaz said, strolling up to the glass storm door.
“No soldiers in this home.”
He stares at you, his hands on his hips and that signature scowl on his face. There was no way he was coming home to this bullshit right now. “Open the door.”
“No quartering soldiers without my permission,” You replied.
Gaz rolls his eyes. Your home? He was pretty sure his name was on the mortgage, even if you were living in it 90% of the time. “I own the fucking property! I live here. You’re the guest.”
You shrug, grinning. “Not anymore.”
He runs a hand down his face. Sometimes just sometimes he regrets finding your stubbornness so damn attractive. “I’m going to crash out, actually.”
“Crash outside? Yeah.”
“Let me in!” He shouts, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it.
“No!” You shout back, holding onto it and preventing him from entering without your permission.
Gaz leans against the glass. “Remind me why I chose to date an American?”
You smile at him. “Because we’re funny, and we have better Chinese food.”
He glares at you, trying to unlock the door again. He groans when there’s no avail. “Babe!”
You say nothing, finding his annoyance quite amusing and a change of pace for once.
And then he actually crashes out, grabbing the handle and pulling, twisting, pounding at it. He yells a string of curse words and then starts banging on the doorframe. He gives up, frowning, and leans his forehead on the glass. “Please?”
You unlock it. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He storms inside, throwing you over his shoulder. “You are so in for it.”
“I like where this is going,” You giggle as he throws you on the couch.
He raises a brow, hands coming to your waist. “Yeah?” He starts tickling you. You yelp, laughing under him and trying to push away.
Gaz doesn’t relent and continues tickling you even after you’ve pleaded with him to stop. “You lock me out of my fucking claim it’s your right,” He mutters. “Consider this my very reasonable punishment.”
Soap:
“I know my rights!” You shout, watching Soap approach the door.
He stops in his tracks, tilting his head. He had no idea what you said. The poor guy could barely hear from all the bombs going on around him, and you shout through a door? Good plan. “What are you on about?” He asked.
“There will be no soldiers in my home!” You close the glass door and lock it.
He approaches the front door, staring at you through the glass. His expression is clueless, brows furrowed. “You mean our home?” He knocks on the glass. “Can I come in?”
“Nope!”
He frowns. “Why?”
“Third amendment.”
“Amendment?” He scoffs. What the hell are you talking about? Is this what he gets for dating an American? You start proclaiming your rights? What’s next, the pledge of allegiance? “Are you taking the piss? Does this look like the land of the free?”
You giggle at him, his accent thickening with his frustration. “I’m still an American!”
“Trust me, I know! Can I please come inside?”
“No soldiers allowed.” You tape up a piece of paper displaying those words.
Soap continues frowning at you and realizes he isn’t going to be let in anytime soon. It’s a good thing he knew how to easily change that. Americans and their rights. More like Americans and their feelings. He sits down on the porch steps, facing away from you, rests his chin in his hand, and sighs loudly.
You don’t budge.
He sighs again, kicking his boots on the porch, turning back at you with sad eyes. Still nothing. He concludes there was one last option to get you to let him in. He grabs his phone, and you watch with furrowed brows as he types something in. Suddenly, music is blasting from his phone as he looks at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. Not just any music, but the sad hamster violin music.
“Oh my god.” You unlock the door, opening it up to him. “You’re such a baby.”
He practically skips inside, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Your baby.”
Price:
Your husband stands on the porch, rolling his eyes at you.
“I know my rights!” You shout at him through the window.
“Do you, now?” He asked, playing along with your prank or whatever this was. If it brought you this much amusement to lock him out, he might as well indulge in it. That was the kind of man he was. Until he started freezing of course, then he would demand you let him in.
You nod your head. “As an American, amendment 3 of the Bill of Rights says that I don’t have to house you if I don’t want to.”
Price hums. At least they taught you something in American schools. “Does that extend when you’re in another country?”
“It does to me.”
He huffs, grabbing something from his pocket and displaying it to you. “You know I have a house key, yes?”
“I’ll just lock it again.”
He tilts his head at you. You were really trying to sell whatever rights you thought you had. “Really?”
“I’m taking this very seriously.”
Price strokes his beard. “I can see that.” An idea pops into his head, and he steps away from the glass and in front of the door. You didn’t want to let him in? That’s fine. You wanted to lock the door? No problem. He’s got methods of entering from being in the military, after all. “Guess I’ll just have to kick down the door.” He raises his foot, fully intent on doing it. You were going to repaint the door anyway, might as well get a new one.
You swing open the door. “Are you crazy?”
He strolls past you. “Did I lock you outside our home? Besides, crazy would’ve been bombing the house.”
Your lips parted, unsure if he was joking. You assume he is, but his expression says otherwise. “Are you being serious?”
He laughs at your face, grabbing your hand. “Only if you start proclaiming your rights again.”
You put your hands up. “What rights? Suddenly, I’m feeling like this soldier can stay as long as he likes.”
Price presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thought so.”
#guys please say im funny#i think this is funny#cod#call of duty#tf 141#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#141 x reader#cod 141#captain john price#john price#john price x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#kyle garrick x reader#gaz x reader#john soap mactavish#soap x reader#john mactavish#john mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#johnathan price#Simon Riley x you#kyle garrick x you#Kyle Garrick cod
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Mating Season
[NSFW | 18+]
Characters: m!werewolf x f!reader
Content: hunting, primal behavior, predator/prey, sex, p in v, knotting, claiming bite, possessiveness, mild dubcon
#13 Mating/Hunting Season from @ozzgin's Monstertober 2024 prompt list
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It’s werewolf mating season in your village and it’s a full moon which means it’s time for the hunt.
It’s almost midnight and all the eligible women have been gathered in the town square to prepare for the event. You stand amongst the group, everyone dressed in thin gowns and barefooted. A cool breeze causes you to shiver or maybe it’s just the anticipation of the activities to come.
The soft murmurs of the crowd are punctuated by howls in the distance. The werewolves are prowling through the darkness, eagerly awaiting their prey. Under the bright moonlight, the women around you glance at each other with mixtures of nervousness and excitement.
When the first midnight bell rings out over the square, everyone jumps, and the crowd surges forward. At first it’s a tangled mess of jostling limbs as everyone heads for the gates at the town’s entrance. But once you’re all through, the mass of bodies disperse in different directions and you take off sprinting into the darkness.
You’re racing through the trees, leaping over logs and boulders as you try to ignore the pain in your feet and the sharp scrapes and nicks from nearby branches. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breaths are coming heavy. Over the roar in your ears, you hear the snarls and howls of the werewolves stalking their prey, mixed with the shrieks and moans of those already caught.
Your legs are beginning to ache as you zig zag in no particular direction. So you slow down, wondering if you’ve gone too far. But then you hear a twig snap in the trees behind you. Your heart lurches into overdrive and you sprint forward again.
Moving as fast as you can, you recall the only instructions you were given. “Run.”
Your predator is close on your heels, his paws thudding softly on the ground as he nimbly trails you through the forest. Just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you catch sight of a giant, black werewolf leaping out from between the trees.
When he collides with your body, you let out a soft “Oof,” and you both go tumbling to the ground. He deftly rolls you so that he takes the brunt of the fall and when you come to a stop, he’s hovering over you, pinning your body to the cold hard ground.
Although his form is mostly humanoid, he’s covered from head to toe in thick, dark fur. His head is also the shape of a wolf’s and he has a long tail that swishes behind him. His massive claw-tipped hands are buried into the dirt on either side of your head and his heavy breaths wash across your skin.
Baring his teeth in your face, he starts to rock his hips against your naked pussy and you gasp. When he shifts his weight so his cock is dragging against your clit, you let out a soft moan and he snarls at the sound.
Faster than you can track, he swipes his claws at your gown, shredding the material and leaving faint red scratches where his nails nicked you. He stares down at you for a moment, his pupils dilating as he watches your exposed skin pebble in the cold air.
He bends his head to lick at your breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease your nipples, causing your back to arch off the ground. Then he lowers himself down so his hot body is draped over yours. Before you can appreciate the warmth, he shifts his hips so that the tip of his cock is nudging at your already slick entrance and you groan in anticipation.
Opening your legs wider in invitation, you grip his fur and tug. With a growl, he sheaths himself fully inside you until his hips are flush with your thighs. You cry out at the sudden fullness and he pauses to let you adjust. When your body begins to relax, he pulls out and then thrusts back in. He does it again and again until he’s setting a brutal pace, fucking you hard into the dirt.
You quickly become lost in the exquisite sensations as your back scrapes against the rock-strewn ground while his massive cock stretches and fills you to the brim. He’s snarling and wild-eyed above you as he ruts into you in a wild frenzy, unable to control himself at the feel of your hot cunt squeezing him so tightly.
When your orgasm climbs higher and higher, almost at its peak, his movements become jerky as he meets you at the top. Right before you tip over the edge, you feel his massive knot pushing against your entrance, trying to stretch your pussy impossibly wide.
Before you can protest, he lowers his mouth to your shoulder and growls one guttural word against your skin.
“Mine.”
And then his teeth are sinking into your flesh in a vicious claiming bite at the same time his knot pushes past your tight walls and you scream.
You’re launched into another stratosphere as your eyes roll back in your head and your entire body seizes up. Hot cum spurts inside you, filling you up endlessly until it starts to seep out around his knot and drip down your thighs. His hips are still jerking erratically as he rides out his orgasm, dragging your own out with it, until eventually he’s completely spent.
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You must have passed out at some point because when you awake, he’s carrying you in his arms as he trudges through the forest.
“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.
“To my den,” comes a deep gravelly voice above you. “I’m going to fuck you until my cum is a part of your essence and everyone knows that you belong to me.”
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Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT
The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.
All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.
The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.
Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.
Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.
As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.
After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.
"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary
"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine
It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.
"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."
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Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:
the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.
People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.
As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:
"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."
Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#batfam#Phantom Letters#Danny is the crown prince#The ghost king is actually the king of the infinite realms and the position can be taken by any denizen#not just ghosts#People had gotten used to call it Ghost King because Pariah's reign was so long and he was a ghost.#The infinite realm includes all the afterlives#Each afterlives is manage by its own responsible entity (usually ancients or gods) that answers to Phantom#Danny doesn't have free reign for everything#He has to take into account the God's and ancients words#but he makes the final decision#The God's/ancients didn't put any problem with the letters because they#Found the idea interesting and they're all hungry for anything interesting to happen#Eternity is boring okay?#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover
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An important message to college students: Why you shouldn't use ChatGPT or other "AI" to write papers.
Here's the thing: Unlike plagiarism, where I can always find the exact source a student used, it's difficult to impossible to prove that a student used ChatGPT to write their paper. Which means I have to grade it as though the student wrote it.
So if your professor can't prove it, why shouldn't you use it?
Well, first off, it doesn't write good papers. Grading them as if the student did write it themself, so far I've given GPT-enhanced papers two Ds and an F.
If you're unlucky enough to get a professor like me, they've designed their assignments to be hard to plagiarize, which means they'll also be hard to get "AI" to write well. To get a good paper out of ChatGPT for my class, you'd have to write a prompt that's so long, with so many specifics, that you might as well just write the paper yourself.
ChatGPT absolutely loves to make broad, vague statements about, for example, what topics a book covers. Sadly for my students, I ask for specific examples from the book, and it's not so good at that. Nor is it good at explaining exactly why that example is connected to a concept from class. To get a good paper out of it, you'd have to have already identified the concepts you want to discuss and the relevant examples, and quite honestly if you can do that it'll be easier to write your own paper than to coax ChatGPT to write a decent paper.
The second reason you shouldn't do it?
IT WILL PUT YOUR PROFESSOR IN A REALLY FUCKING BAD MOOD. WHEN I'M IN A BAD MOOD I AM NOT GOING TO BE GENEROUS WITH MY GRADING.
I can't prove it's written by ChatGPT, but I can tell. It does not write like a college freshman. It writes like a professional copywriter churning out articles for a content farm. And much like a large language model, the more papers written by it I see, the better I get at identifying it, because it turns out there are certain phrases it really, really likes using.
Once I think you're using ChatGPT I will be extremely annoyed while I grade your paper. I will grade it as if you wrote it, but I will not grade it generously. I will not give you the benefit of the doubt if I'm not sure whether you understood a concept or not. I will not squint and try to understand how you thought two things are connected that I do not think are connected.
Moreover, I will continue to not feel generous when calculating your final grade for the class. Usually, if someone has been coming to class regularly all semester, turned things in on time, etc, then I might be willing to give them a tiny bit of help - round a 79.3% up to a B-, say. If you get a 79.3%, you will get your C+ and you'd better be thankful for it, because if you try to complain or claim you weren't using AI, I'll be letting the college's academic disciplinary committee decide what grade you should get.
Eventually my school will probably write actual guidelines for me to follow when I suspect use of AI, but for now, it's the wild west and it is in your best interest to avoid a showdown with me.
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