#for a prompt thingy

[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny is "in denial" about the Waynes being vigilantes

Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

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“Is Dick coming to the Gala?” Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

—

(Kyle Weston is the fanon brother of Wes Weston (also a fanon character) who’s whole thing is that he believes in conspiracy theories like Wes, but doesn’t believe in ghosts at all to Wes’s frustration.)

[trueloveistreacherous]

@pscentral event 26: minimalism

Best part of my day, like, 10 minutes ago, I made Nat an omelette. Yeah. You love taking care of people.

[deathdetermineslife]

interactive selfship prompt !

interactive selfship prompt ! reblog with some of your favorite art you have of your selfship ! this can be your own art, commissions, picrews, screeshot edits, whatever youd like ! show off your favorite art !!!!!!

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“…You torture me”

“Correct”

“You cut off my finger while I screamed myself hoarse!”

“Yeah and?”

“You’re crying becuase…a woman at the shop gave you a ‘really mean look’”

“No no you don’t get it! It was really mean, like super nasty. And judgmental. It made me feel really sad inside and ashamed. Like someone was laughing at me and judging me for something I couldn’t control.”

“You did that to me when I couldn’t walk for a month.”

“NOT EVERYTHING’S ABOUT YOU WHUMPEE GEEZ !”

[gt-daboss]

Hear Me Out: Reverse GT Alien Abduction.

We are the invaders. Humanity has long since fantasized about hordes of unknown, giant flying monstrosities raining down from the heavens onto our small blue orb in the lonely universe. Huddling In secret in the recesses of our homes as fellow humans are abducted to who knows where, never to be seen again. Families torn apart and for what reason? Don't they know we are people too?

only...

That's the exact role humanity plays, no- not as the victims, but as the oppressors. All throughout the galaxy known for their greed and insatiable curiosity, their ever-hungering thirst for knowledge and the unknown, trampling over any and all species that sought to slow them down.

So, when Humanity found a planet with creatures who looked nearly identical to their own, but at a fraction of the size and power...

their fate was inevitable.

hooof, i might make a part 2 at some point soon! you guys know i can't let a cruel scenario not have a happy ending xD

if anybody thinks the lighting looks weird- its supposed to imply someone opened up a door to go into this 'pet' shop and light is shining in. (metaphorical/literal ray of hope, maybe this human will be nice lol~)

[rillils]

🌸 post-catws stucky + hug

The first tendril of want shocks him like a splash of ice-cold water poured down his spine.

Bucky doesn’t know at first – doesn’t know what, doesn’t know how. But the want is there, curled up in his chest: small, and starving, like some trembling newborn thing whose first taste of life is hunger, crying to be fed and soothed.

There’s a half-remembered feeling in the back of his mind, something he reaches for when the want aches sharp and spark-bright inside him. The word for it is short and sweet in Bucky’s mouth, so gentle it barely touches his tongue at all, all throat and soft palate: ‘hug’.

It’s a simple concept. Two arms go around one body – that’s all it takes. One step, and there it is: a hug. And Bucky imagines it vividly: his own mismatched arms around Steve, and Steve’s arms folding around him, like a circle – the shape of the infinite, of timeless things like the two of them. A line that should end, but constantly finds one more beginning instead.

He tries to see it, Steve’s broad chest brushing against his as their bodies meet, the swell of Steve’s arms enveloping him, Steve’s big palms splayed wide against his back, touching him. Gentle. Like Steve’s eyes on him are gentle; like the clasp of his hand on Bucky’s shoulder is gentle, always. So gentle, perhaps, that Bucky would hardly even feel the hug around him.

But he would take it, gentle or no. Because the truth, where it lies in the empty pit of his stomach, is that he starves for it, day after day, the want pulsing inside him with every beat of his heart. He just doesn’t know how to ask for it.

So Steve does the asking for him.

His hair is ruffled, limned with copper and wisps of gold in the late afternoon light, and his hands are unsure, nervous. But his eyes. His eyes take Bucky in, searching, urgent – and for a moment, Bucky is sure that Steve, too, must have been starving for this.

“Can I hug you?” he says, and the word sounds especially sweet when it’s Steve pronouncing it. When there’s a ‘you’ attached to it, and that one syllable becomes two, joined seamlessly together, and the new word rolls smooth and honeyed down the curl of Steve’s tongue, hug you, hug you, hug you. “Would that be okay?”

Bucky wets his lips. ‘Yes,’ he means to say, but the word that slips out of his mouth in a rasp instead says, “Please.”

So Steve gathers him close, two arms and one body and his nose buried in Bucky’s dark mop of hair, and he carves a snug space out of himself to make room for Bucky right there, his hands fisted in the back of Bucky’s shirt, their chests pressed so tight together that his heartbeat pounds behind Bucky’s ribs.

It’s not a passing touch, the fluttering echo of a hug Bucky feared he might barely feel. It’s persistent. It’s desperate. It’s a hungry little thing, a creature to be fed tenderly, steadily, so it’ll grow and live, and live.

He wraps his own arms around Steve, and grasps at him just as fiercely as his want commands, a wet exhale shuddering out of his lips to land in the crook of Steve’s neck.

He was wrong, he realizes now, framed in Steve’s embrace like a timeless work of art. He was missing a step.

A hug is a simple concept: two arms go around one body, and they hold on.

[awhoreintheory]

Ok REALLY out there idea, but like Peter with the symbiote falling into the DC universe, but getting thrown through realities completely fucks up the symbiote (venom? Idk if I could do that to the Silly Guy™️)

So when they crash land the symbiote is like totally NOT the same, and is effectively a zombie virus/symbiote and just. Completely Fucks the DC universe, and Peter's the only one immune bc he was kinda there when that happened right

Could work great for either a Peter x dc character ship OR my beloved Dick Grayson = Richard Parker tbh

[jemgirl86]

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Inspired by/based on this post from @siancore

******

Bucky blinked awake slowly, then grimaced. His mouth was dry, his head was aching, and he was still alone.

Yeah, he and Sam had fought the night before, and from what he remembered, it was worse than usual, but, still it was normal. The fighting anyway; after the past few weeks or so, it was practically routine.

But waking up alone wasn’t. No, they weren’t technically committed to each other, but he and Sam were pretty consistent with each other. No matter how bad a blowup they had, they always seemed to end the night in each other’s arms, except last night apparently.

Last night, when Bucky had been spitting mad and itching for a fight, again, all because Riley didn’t know how to leave well enough alone, again.

Last night when Bucky had finally snapped and done the kind of thing that couldn’t exactly be taken back.

Even so, he’d tried. Once he had arrived home and the full weight of what he’d done, and what it could mean, hit him squarely in the chest, he’d tried to mitigate the damage. With his heart beating overtime he’d sent no less than a dozen texts to Sam, each one more desperate than the last. Each one left pointedly on “read.”

But it was a new day, and their disagreements, while often and even sometimes lengthy lately, had never been particularly silent. Well, at least not since they’d started hooking up anyway, so Bucky tried again.

Sun, Sep 29 at 1:04 PM

So, what, you’re not talking to me now, Wilson? Very mature.

READ THE REST ON AO3

[trueloveistreacherous]

@pscentral event 29: warm & cool All right, fine. Take Bob with you into the panic room. Rosa and I will find another way out. I'm sure you will, son. You called me "son." No take-backs.

[beartitled]

ok i have non art related slay the princess ask, i was wondering if i could get your input on a route idea for slay the princess, i have the build up but idk where it would lead, and i wanna get opinions

Hm

You mean like any new route I can think of? Oc route¿?

Hehe sounds fun ✨

Well, the idea I came up from the top of my head

Let’s say

Chapter 1

> you took the blade

> you talked with the princess for a while

> all dialogue options are used, yet you don’t make any choice and just stay

> *insert awkward silence*

> you start talking with princess again

> you ignore Narrator’s and Princess frustration (Hero just sees ppl are getting angry and tries being a mediator)

> you keep talking

> the blade you had in your hand a second ago, now sits comfortably inside your guts

> “Everything goes dark.. and you die. Hope that can finally shut you u-“

Chapter 2

The Philosopher

> you find yourself in a forest with a bunch of columns

> you proceed to discuss a single column for about 5 dialogue options

(I dunno if we get a custom voice here 👀 I think any voice would work here, but if we go full on oc mode✨)

>The Voice of the Disputant engages in a column discussion

> you reach the cabin (after insufferable amounts of inner dialogue) that is covered with draperies

> you meet the Princess, which.. apologises for killing you last time! She had a lot of time to reflect you see and now

> you talk with the Princess

> you talk some more

> you keep talking

> it seems that your constructive discussion on the meaning of existence was interrupted by a inpatient Crowman

> “The wall of the cabin suddenly collapses on both of you.”

> how unfortunate

[I think it would be cool to have an alternative outcome, where you kill yourself to prove a point to Princess during at some point of your discussion. That outcome would lead to Chapter 3 The unexamined life is not worth living]

Chapter 3

I think, therefore I am.

> another day another cabin- oh wait. There is no cabin. Or is there? There are… stars… many stars in fact…

> you drift towards a cabin constellation, then you fly through a ladder constellation and then you see a brightest constellation in this starry sky, Her

> and of course you engage in a conversation

> and then another 🌠

> and then another 🌌

> the voices start to… talk less? Are they talking at all? Are they there? Hero even you are silent? How strange. It’s like you’re finally feel… liberated. It is quiet and- Ah no, here it goes

> slay the princess?

> at this point, does this echoing chatter even matters? When did you listen to this guy? Is he even a part of you? Certai n l y n o t n o w

> your body feels light.. as if you are the light itself…

peace.. you are at peace…

it felt like ages… maybe.. millennials…

you hold Her hands…

and let go

…

…

and yet

you don’t get to enjoy that

a hand takes a star… and then another appears and does the same.. and then another and another.. a tangled dance of hands just collected your Brightest Constellation and took it away

seems the voices returned and you find your consciousness in a familiar place

“This one is a confrontation for solicitude’s sake. The all knowing part of me that takes time to sympathise. She will make for an understanding heart.

Do not mourn her, for she has finally reached a satisfactory conclusion.”

[Your additional voice here could be Cheated or Paranoid. Cheated doesn’t get enough screen time in the main game >:D I let you decide which opinions they would have in this scenario. You as always could slay the princess, that would lead to the starry galaxy slowly dimming away as you both continue talking.. about anything, everything, and yet simultaneously, about nothing at all]

Chapter 3 /alternative/

The unexamined life is not worth living

> another day another cabin. A rock cabin to be exact? Hm, come to think of it, everything is kinda rocky

> your voices start to “slightly” panic as you collectively realise the world slowly turns to stone. Including you.

> oh wait, don’t you have wings?

> you hover in the air and it seems your limbs slowly return to normal. I guess no walking for you this time.

> as you glide through the air and breezed past the staircase, now fully covered in rocky texture, you see a statue in the middle of the room. Wait.

> you greet the Princess. Podium sure suits her elegant figure. Yet, you realise that you don’t have much time to appreciate her beauty, as her body slowly but surely, turns to stone.

> you try to help with no avail. But it seems that Princess is.. unfazed? She doesn’t seem to even want escape, she just wants to… talk with you. Again.

> you engage in a conversation

> and then another

> and then another

> take the princess’s hand?

> oh well, I guess nor you, nor the voices, wish to be turned to stone. You fly back a little and watch the Princess give you a comforting, yet.. a sad smile.

> you are left alone.

this world feels cold, as it is lonely

or maybe, lonely as it is cold.

you left in silence for a moment.

Narrator, apparently, being delighted by the unfolding events, breaks said silence.

You and the voices have nothing to say to him now, so you just let him talk.

And he talks.

And talks.

And talks.

Until…

He seems to be getting progressively quieter.

So you just wait.

The white hands appear.

Gently and delicately they pluck the Princess out of her righteous place in the ground.

seems the voices returned and you find you consciousness in a familiar place

“This one is a moment frozen in time. Her soul has accepted the inevitability of disagreement. She will make for a tranquil heart.

Do not mourn her, for she has no need in it.”

[Your additional voice here could be Cold or Hunted. Cold advocating for leaving the Princess turn into statue as well as being comfortable in the new stone world, accepting it in a way. Hunted on the contrary, full on discomfort and advocating to take her hand. You could also do the nice option and take her hand, which would lead to you both turning into stone as you chat, Shifty would take the Princess right before you both turn to stone]

OH BOY

I apologise if there are a million mistakes here (and nonsensically long sentences lmao)

Hope it was fun to read ❤️

Non art related ask 💥 Man look at what u did

[moonflower-rose]

May Prompt Thingy - complete!

Part 31 - Patient

“Why don’t you just use Pansy’s charm?”

Draco’s rummaging around in Harry’s wardrobe, looking for something to wear. They came home from the Ministry together. Draco’s work clothes are folded in a neat pile on a chair near the bed: narrow black trousers with a satin stripe down the outer leg; a fitted black shirt with silver cufflinks shaped like knots. No waistcoat today. He’s been wearing that one leather jacket of Harry’s for weeks.

“Don’t need it. I know what I’m after.”

Draco’s pants always match his socks. Tonight, both are a candy pink, like the icing on a doughnut. His arse is genuinely magnificent. Incredible thighs. Harry squeezes himself absently.

“Ha!” Draco emerges triumphant, pulling on the Dark Side Of The Moon top. He’s always favoured that one. Says it’s because it's black but also has the rainbow, so it's both rock but pretty gay.

“Just for the record, you wearing black at work was ineffectual at being, like, bland or whatever.”

“Distracted you, did I?” His hair is fluffy and all over the place. So different from his perfect swish at work. He’s got love bites in various states of healing littered up and down him and Harry’s desperate to put a couple more on him.

Draco comes back to the bed, swings himself over Harry’s legs and sits right on his cock.

“God I want to ruin those pants.”

“Absolutely not. There’s only so much a cleaning charm can do on underwear, even with my advanced skills. You’ll just have to be patient.”

“Your face has to be patient.” Honestly, what happens to him? He’s pathetically cock-drunk. Brain fully bypassed. “It’s stupid that all your pants aren’t here. And your fancy socks.”

Draco’s leaning down, beaming, dropping little kisses on Harry’s nose and cheeks and chin and eyelids. “That would be a bit inconvenient for me, wouldn’t it?”

“No.” Harry glares at him and tries to get him to rock his hips a bit harder. “Obviously you would also be here, with the pants, and the socks.”

“I see.”

Harry looks up at Draco, worried, very horny, but Draco’s still smiling. A bit pink, quite pleased. Not about to take off Harry’s dad’s old tshirt and leg it out of here in just his gorgeous pink pants and socks.

“Do you see?” Harry hopes he does. He hasn’t said the big words yet, not that he doesn’t want to. He’s just nervous about it. It’s a massive deal.

Draco kisses him. Deep, soft but getting harder, until Harry’s gasping, “Please, come on,” and Draco’s shoving off his pants.

“I want that too,” Draco says, guiding Harry’s cock inside with a sigh of relief. “All of it. All the socks and pants.”

I love you. “Good. Let’s go get them.”

“After this,” Draco says, and Harry agrees. After this. Perfect.

All the bits on AO3! Sorry I abandoned linking the tumblr posts lol that was genuinely the hardest part.

[primordialcrown]

SKY MERMAY 2023.

W1: BUTTERFLY W2: CRAB W3: JELLYFISH W4: KRILL W5: MANTA

Last year, I hosted a Sky-themed MerMay challenge on Instagram! I designed these characters as my own entries for it, but due to interest/energy issues (worsened by Dopamine Jail at the time), I unfortunately had to leave it unfinished. Since then, I've been yearning to show off these lovely characters, as there was a lot of joy designing them out in my old backyard. So I made this doodle with some rough marker rendering.

They now have a place within the Sky Kingdom, as a semi-secret society of Light Children who switch between capes and mermaid tails. Sort of like the hypogrypths in My Little Pony G4! They all worship ASEA, the goddess of ABZU whom Tapushea was split from, which is how they switch between air and water.

[naffeclipse]

Gosh, I want to participate in a writing October prompt list so bad but school is kicking me in the teeth AH

[felvahkiir]

I feel like we need more stories about Dreamtale's 500-year timeskip cause like... you're telling me Nightmare went through centuries of life experiences and character development and building an entire tyrannical empire from the ground up and we don't get to see any of it?!

Like, I get it, it puts the reader in the headspace of Dream having to wake up and see everything so drastically changed from what he knew, but so far I've seen almost nothing actually exploring what all actually happened during that time. How did Nightmare go from "traumatized power-drunk child slaughtering everything in his path" to "calculating and ruthless tormentor of the entire multiverse"? Where did he go after the whole apple incident? Did he go into hiding or did he immediately start terrorizing the humans that were left? How did the rest of the world react to him? Did they try fighting back, and if so, how? Where did he get the shadow papyri and an entire goddamn castle? Did he build it, or did it belong to someone before? How the hell did he find out about the multiverse in the first place? There's SO MUCH to play around with here; 500 years worth of content! I know we gotta keep at least some of the mystery but I'm wayyyy too curious about what Nightmare's early years might have looked like-- post-corruption, but before he had any understanding of his power or a reputation to rely on.

[transformeraday]

Today's transformer is: Starscream from Transformers: Generation 1!

[inkydoc]

a collection of doodles for @raens-art for the spring exchange of @natsume-ss :3

decided to draw the kids hanging out making flower crowns while Kogistune takes a nap. Tanuma is making an extra crown to replace Taki's that ended up on Nyanko-sensei's head :D

i also added some portraits of the Dog Circle boys getting some flowers later during the day, i imagine they've been watching the kids having fun from afar and then hounded Natsume for some flowers :D in the evening Nyanko-sensei ended up relaxing in a hot spring after the ordeal he had to go through (Taki's love and affection)

spring may be over now, but i wish you good times for the rest of the year 💚🌸🌼