#inside prompts

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[mischievous-thunder]

And then Logan proceeds to sacrifice himself.

A moment later the other idiot does the same.

[stealingyourbones]

It's been months since the Riddler has one upped the Batman. Thousands of crumpled pieces of paper overflowed his recycling bin near his desk of sub par riddles and imperfect plans. Edward snapped the pencil in his hand with an angry jerk of the hand and let out an angry yell. Nothing is good enough to be used to beat the Bat! Edward slumped in his chair, grumbling nonsensical curses and half parsed riddles when something caught his eye.

Near his desk he always had at least 4 tv's that randomly switched through local news channels from around the world. Both as something to look at to clear his mind and to help spur ideas.

His attention was caught by the bottom left screen showing a very distressed man in a wannabe Conan O'Brian haircut talking about reports of an "Invis-o-Bill" sighting near a local school.

Edward checked the location on his computer which was running the code that randomized the news channels. This one hailed from Amity Park, Illinois.

---

It was quick work figuring out Invis-o-Bill's identity, a boy named Daniel "Danny" Fenton. The boy's self titled moniker "Phantom" made Edward have a fit of crazed giggles, it was like the boy wasn't even trying to hide his identity!

Edward got to thinking... A boy who's both dead and alive at the same time. The plan of a Schrodinger's boy in a Schrödinger's box was slowly being molded in his mind. It's perfect.

Edward grabs a new piece of paper and starts writing frantically. He needs to set everything up but in the meantime, he needs to call up some of his goons to capture Daniel Fenton.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 309

Danny huddled beneath the mass of warm scales, trying to avoid the rain that sputtered and hissed into steam whenever it touched the resting form of the older halfa. He choked on broken chirps, burying his head against his tail. Everything hurt, one of his paws and wings gone- what had the wanted them for- 

He sniffled, not wanting to cry. At least- at least Jordan had managed to get them out, it could have been worse. Ancients, it could have been so much worse. Mom and Dad were… Ancients he didn’t want to even think about it- 

A huff of smoke wafted over him, and he looked up into Dan’s crimson eye- the other gone to do who knows what with. It was time to go- they couldn’t stay in one place, they had to keep moving lest the GIW catch up. They didn’t have a choice, not now, not if they didn’t want to die- if they ever could now. It didn’t matter. 

He stayed limp as he was picked up by the scruff, the rain soaking into his fur and scales (and still-healing injuries) as the larger dragon launched into the sky. They just had to keep moving, avoid any people, heroes included, and keep moving. Just keep moving.

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 1

Eddie really is just that nice and friendly, but Steve is convinced that Eddie is flirting with him. He’s flirting back, less confident and more subtle than he usually would, but he’s never liked a guy that way.

Not in a way that made him really want to spend every waking moment just hearing them ramble. Not in way that made Steve want to keep him the way he wants to keep Eddie. Everything is so new. It feels, delicate. Precious.

His heartbeat quickens each time Eddie leans into his space and it’s been happening all the time now that Steve worries he’ll develop a heart condition if he doesn’t deal with it soon. When Eddie laughs and leans his face closer to his own, looks into Steve’s eyes through those lashes in a way that Steve can’t help but take a quick glance at those lips curled is mischief.

He’s always so happy to see Steve, wasting no time in bouncing his way to greet him and pull him into the conversation with an arm slung around his shoulder. Then there’s the moments of shared glances when someone says something particularly astounding. And how Eddie will make his way into Steve’s space when they sit together, throwing his feet in his lap or leaning into his side.

Sure, Eddie is friendly but not to this extent. Not with everyone else. Steve feels it. Knows it. That electricity between them that makes this thing between them different. Special.

But one day (another that Steve spends trying to work up the courage to do something), they’re in the city shopping for music in an alternative store that’s tucked away. Steve is talking to Eddie, giddy and happy because it just them today, and Eddie is nodding along while he browses through the tapes and then,

Eddie looks up and stills, eyes widening just a bit. And Steve is still rambling along, but he can tell his words are just going through one ear and out the other. He trails of caught in the middle of his story because he’s never seen this look on Eddie face.

Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, eyes alight caught in wonder and soft as he looks at something across the room and when Steve turns to see what caught his eye—

A guy stands a couple tables away looking at some vinyl and shyly smiling at Eddie in small glances. He’s a bit taller than them, dressed in black with a couple of piercings decorating his face, the sides of his head shaved short. Attractive, dementor coy and kind.

His heart skips a beat again, but it feels different this time.

Steve looks back at Eddie whose cheeks are slightly dusted in pink.

“Eddie-“

Eddie takes his lower lip between his teeth before smiling back at the guy and continuing without casting a second glance at Steve, “yeah, uh, give me a second, okay?” And he’s crossing the room without waiting for a response.

His chest. It feels…

Like those few seconds before plummeting down a rollercoaster… when your way up high, at the very top, the moment still with the anticipation of the fall, and there’s nowhere else to look but down.

You finally plummet and caught in the whiplash thinking you must have left your heart back at the top.

There’s static there on the bottoms of his feet and at the palm of his hands. The world goes a bit distant as he watches them.

Eddie’s leaning against the wall with a sultry smile adorning whatever sweet words he’s speaking.

Steve’s drowning in the honey, it’s palpable. doesn’t know if it’s better or worse that he can’t hear the words.

Eddie’s fiddling with a curl that’s draped over his shoulder, pulling it slightly over his face like a young school girl.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever seen Eddie appear anything but confident and loud; the image of the person in front of him is foreign, strange.

Eddie’s speaking to him but his eyes are locked on the guy’s lips that are wet from the tongue that peaks to briefly lick them as he listens.

Eddie’s shoe is nudging the guys own, as he talks, playful.

Oh.

Oh.

Mouth dry, Steve’s throat clicks.

It’s hard to swallow.

Part 2

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #27

When Dick's parent's fell, his first thought was, "This can't be happening." His second thought was, "What's going to happen to me and my brother now?"

The answer? His brother was older than him, much older. Old enough that he could stay with the circus. But Dick? Dick couldn't stay with Danny. He was too young.

So Bruce Wayne took him in, offered to take Danny in too. Dick begged his brother to join him, but Danny didn't. He smiled at Dick, ruffled his hair, and told him he'd be waiting at the circus for when Dick returned. Promised to send postcards and letters.

Then he was gone. And Dick never returned to the circus.

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

[skullfragments]

"you mean a sudden rainstorm forces them to get stuck inside the Bentley, and they look into each other's eyes and realize they were made for each other?"

aka

"if the Bentley's a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'"

aka

VAVOOM

[jesuistrestriste]

SAAGGEEEE your corrupting art blurb UUUGGGGHHHHH TOO FUCKING GOOD

thinking about the same scenario of him being overwhelmed & so deeply in subspace… but making him cum for the first time ever & he’s so whiny & doesn’t know what’s going on & feels so good when he cums he just doesn’t know what to do 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

DYLAN LISTENNN

i haven’t rlly written too much corruption kink stuff bc i’ve been focused on other things, but now im fully in the game.

i’m thinking about an inexperienced, virgin!art donaldson who’s never had a real orgasm before.

wet dreams? sure!

but’s he’s never been conscious to experience those releases; just woken up to warm, sticky boxers and a funny feeling swirling lingeringly around in his stomach.

maybe he’s never explored that sector of life before due to something like: barely repressed religious guilt, or the fear that it’ll be too intense for him to handle, or just plain business..! but the point is that he’s never experienced that hot, all-consuming, pulsing rush of pleasure that floods through your body when you come undone..

so when he finds himself submitting in your arms, the two of you tangled in your bed while he mindlessly seeks friction against your leg and kisses you, his eyes fly wide open when he feels a bolt of something good shoot through his cock in his briefs.

“oh,” he whines against your lips before he pulls back and swallows thickly, “oh, god..”

you look to his eyes and chuckle softly, catching your breath while your hand snakes down to grope his bulge— rewarding you with a sharp moan and a jerk of his hips.

“you’re so sensitive,” you whisper, your hand giving two tugs on his clothed cock before art is grasping for your arms, his legs starting to tense.

“s-something’s coming.”

he says it in a way that makes him sound utterly terrified but completely elated, simultaneously. he’s quaking against you, letting out little moans into your neck that are rapidly increasing in volume and frequency with each passing half-second.

fuck, he’s already teetering on that ledge— so overcome with the new sensations that he can’t squeeze his thighs together hard enough to stall his crossing of the finish line.

sweat is prickling on his skin almost uncomfortably, and he’s melting into your frame as he buries his face in your shoulder. his blonde curls brush your jaw and cheek. another tug on his erection sends him hurtling toward the end of it all before he can even properly grasp the build-up. poor thing.

“i… i feel really weird—.. i can’t—! i think im gonna..! gonna-!”

he yelps, before his vision completely whites out. his fingers curl into your biceps and his legs kick out and spasm as he lets out another broken cry. his voice comes out mangled through the heady waves of dopamine and the surge of emotions.

he’s never felt anything like it.

nothing’s even come fuckin’ close.

not a win on the court for a sparkling medal or trophy, not a bite of his mom’s special cooking, not even cry-laughing at patrick’s dumb jokes.

nothing.

this is everything.

god, how did he miss out on this for so long? what was life even like before this type of ecstasy?

he’s gushing into his underwear (heaps of held-in loads finally pouring out), rocking against your leg as you gently work him through it with a smile on your face, and he can’t quite seem to think of an answer to either of those questions of his..

it’s all too much in the best way.

“oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck, im cumming,” he gasps, sounding laughably bewildered and unsteady, his touch growing almost painful on your limbs.

he doesn’t mean to grab you so hard, but the feelings are consuming him wholly and he needs to clutch onto something before he’s sure he’ll float away. he needs you to ground him—comfort him, help him, teach him.

he can’t believe what’s happening, and now he’s only got one thing left on his mind as the aftershocks make his head spin:

how’s he ever supposed to survive sex?

[wigglebox]

Supernatural September | Day 1 - On the road

[mischievous-thunder]

Babygirl's had a bit too much to drink

[emacrow]

When 20 year old Danny moved into gotham for Space Engineer University, his apartment that was set up thanks to Sam had exploded due to a super villain. (joker)

Leaving Danny's only available apartment that was stuck to a seedy part of Gotham. Nobody didn't told him that most of Gotham's waters that wasn't from the rich area was very very pollution with nasty rancid junk ectoplasm.

Ellie and Dan were with him due to a core accident with a forgotten fenton trap that hadn't been torn down yet, but they were now 4 and 6 years old physically and mentally until The medicine Frostbite specifically made for them to take every once a month, help their core regained the loss energy to reform back to their natural state later.

Luckily he had the fenton ectoplasm water pipes filter to throughly clean out the nasty junk to turn back into normal pure ectoplasm mixed water which was a bit light greenish blue to the normal person's eyes but glowing green to liminals, ghosts and halfas. Though he had to sneakily goes transport down in the sewer to fixes those rusty ol pipes, made a undead zombie friend whom seem to be trapped in a terrible limbo of saying a repeated phase.

Then danny felt a bit terrible that some of the neighborhoods also had the same problems with the pipes. Whom is the mayor to not investigate this much rusty pipes that had a a few thousands spirits and feral blob ghosts of the deceased not properly buried!?!

Seeing sick looking children outside with a bad case of slow bad ectoplasm poisoning jerk at his slow beating heart. He knew that if it goes on, there is going to be enough corrupted ectoplasm to cause a lminals to go completely crazy with enough mixed dark ghostly intentions and territorial issues from the restless spirits (a certain leader of assassin sneezed)

The protection mixed space core in him was nearly feral at this point of all the harm that had been done to the people of gotham before Danny gave in, called in his parents to sent him a couple hundred of fenton ectoplasm water pipe filters and grab emergency fenton shovel smacker to start building proper graves for the restless spirits..

By next three month, just looking at his window to see the street kids playing outside actually acting like children, looking more healthy and lively, the anemic lady next door who just had a baby seem more calm and friendly instead of paranoid and scared when he first met her with a package of freshly baked fenton Brownies.

He had almost replaced 3/5 of gothams rusty ol waters pipes, had made nearly 10 thousands Graves more then what he had expected after diving deep in the Gotham's oceans, lakes, ponds, and abandoned public pools.

So far that Gotham has gotten a positive effect when the first morning of August came in, as that the Gotham's news went viral as the black smog clouds that mostly covered Gotham's skies had parted to reveal a beautiful sky along side with incredible decreased in Crimes in certain parts of gothams.

Only for Danny to arrived into his Apartment to see Gotham's City Spirit, who was absolutely jaw dropping gorgeous sitting on his Couch with Dan and ellie chatting her ears off.

Meanwhile a certain bat fam are becoming more and more anxious as the decreased in crimes at night became to the point that tim is becoming more paranoid then gollum from the rings, damian is becoming nearly feral with the lack of criminals to beat upon, dick is actually enjoying the break, dick had been commenting on the lovely colors that gotham had been getting lately, and Jason haven't contact them in weeks ago until last Friday coming by for Dinner feeling and seemingly like the ol Robin he once was before that Bruce had actually ugly cried clinging to him when Jason hugged him.

[bluerosefox]

"Daddy! Mommy's is having Ellie!"

Everyone in the Batfam knows Jason keeps secrets.

Secrets he'd take to his grave a second time if he had to.

But to think one of those secrets would be about the fact he had a secret family.

And the only reason the Batfam found out was because apparently their secret (grand)daughter/sister-in-law Jazz/Jasmine was in labor and their (great)grandson/nephews Danny (Daniel) and Dan (Dante) called him while on a Red Hood job with the rest of the Batfam to panicky tell him their baby sister Ellie was on the way early.

Red Hood books it away from the fam to his bike while asking to put Kori or Roy on the phone.

Oh boy.

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 102

Mr.lancer knew something was wrong. Especially after the ghost started showing up at school. Especially when every teacher was sat down in an assembly and spoken to by the government.

They were not to interfere.

This was all apart of a government approved program.

When ghost showed up or interacted if they intervened they would be arrested. Then tried as a traitor to the United States.

He saw his students make calls the the JL hotline. He saw nothing happen. He couldn’t be sure if the league knew and didn’t care or If the calls were being blocked.

He was hoping the calls were just blocked. Mr lancer saw how the kids who’s were frequently around these ghost were hurt. Explosions, kidnappings and just the mental toll. At any moment a ghost attack could happen. The way their eyes would shine just a tad to bright.

Government agents the Giw and the Fenton parents active threats as well. Would the JL actually be okay with this? He didn’t think so.

Every year of Casper highs life the freshman have always gone out of city for an overnight field trip. To get away from small town life. They’d always go to metropolis.

So. He plotted.

Hopefully he’d find a way to make contact with a super or even Lois lane.

As luck would have it. Superman got in a fight against a robot. Nothing worse then they have seen before, he shooed the kiddos away. And waited.

Making direct eye contact with one of the supers/Lois pointing at an envelope on his hand and setting it down. Then he turned around walking away.

Hopefully they would help.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 291

You know what? I’m feelin’ a Prompt with the whole halfa family, all the clones and everything. 

See, Danny? He’s grown up, he’s moved out, started looking at colleges himself after spending a few years travelling and learning about himself without the threat of a ghost attack. 

He’s kept in touch with his friends, both living and dead, and ignores Vlad for the most part now that they’ve reached a truce of sorts, and honestly? He’s just living his life. 

But see, it’s kind of hard to figure out what college to pick, with his admittedly not-great choices. Look, he might have a new-ish ID but he’s still visibly not exactly human (though thankfully doesn’t have to worry about the GIW after a… summer activity that ended with several missing buildings) 

And most people he goes to? Finds him ‘too unsettling’ which excuse him?? How is he unsettling? He’s a twenty-five year old with six kids ranging from one to six! How is that “scary” huh? Ancients, and all this is making him use the cash he’s saved up over time. 

And then- as though all of this isn’t stressful enough and he’s not genuinely worried that he won’t have enough money to feed the kids if he goes to school- a hero nearly trips over Jordan and starts freaking out. He is so fucking done. 

[unboundprompts]

Can you do dialogue prompts for inside jokes? Thanks sm in advance!!

Dialogue for Inside Jokes

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

"Do you know what that reminds me of?"

"If you mention it one more time, I swear."

"I'm going to die if you say one more thing about it."

"You know what else is [color]?"

*raises eyebrows*

"Guess what?" "Don't say it."

"We agreed to never mention it again!"

*wheezing laughter*

"If anyone knew what we were talking about they'd think we're crazy." (crazy? I was crazy once...)

"My stomach hurts from laughing-- oh my god-- we have to stop bringing this up."

"Guess what I'm thinking of?"

*sly smiles*

"Stop talking about it someone's coming."

"It's an inside joke, you wouldn't understand."

"I don't get it."

"Why is the word porcupine so funny to you guys?"

"What are you two dying over?"

"What's so funny?"

"I'm so confused."

"I'm not even going to ask."