#parallel universe prompt

[helloilikepurple]

DC X DP - Mirrors

Did Danny want to live in Gotham? No, of course not. Did he have a choice? Nope. When does he ever?

Now, he may be technically homeless, but he's also technically dead, so human laws technically don't apply to him. So, naturally, he pics out an empty mansion so big even if the owners were to come home, the chances they'd run into each other would be really low, and settles in.

This 'mansion' happens to be Drake Manor. Look, Danny lived in nowhere Illinois and kinda had his hands full dealing with ghosts, a double life, bullies, and being actively hunted. He doesn’t know much about celebrities. If you tell him the name of someone super famous, it might sound vaguely familiar, but that's about it. What he knew was superheroes and vigilantes (some of them, okay, give him a break). That's about it.

So the name Drake in connection with Gotham didn't ring any alarm bells. He did some surface level research: the Drakes are dead, survived by their only child, Timothy Drake-Wayne, who now owns their house but was adopted by some other super rich guy called Bruce Wayne and doesn't live in it, leaving it empty for the foreseeable future.

It was the perfect place!

Danny didn't explore much, partly because he didn't care to and partly because he was too tired to from healing. He cleaned up after himself, used only his bedroom (chosen for being tucked way back and out of the way), the attached bathroom, and the theatre occasionally as a treat. He lived off of the provisions packed for him, ectoplasm and water from the sink.

Cut to, few weeks in.

Danny's got a new routine, he's taken his stitches out, and is still super fucked up, but a lot better than when he arrived. He hasn't been outside since he arrived, but ghosts don't need Vitamin D anyway. Is he slightly depressed? Maybe. But he's also dead, so, bigger priorities.

Tim is looking through his stuff for something or other, and it occurs to him he probably left it next door. He hasn't been to Drake Manor in months, but he sort of really needs this thing, so he sucks it up and borrows a car because like hell is he walking the several miles from this front door to that one.

He goes to his old bedroom, opens the door, and comes face-to-face with himself.

And Danny doesn't know what he's supposed to do in this situation.

Listen, Danny doesn't always make the best decision in the moment. It's a very normal flaw to have! So he tells who can only be Timothy Drake-Wayne himself when asked, that his name is Timothy Drake, and this is his house, and, actually, who are you and how did you get in?

This causes Tim to assume Danny is himself from another dimension who he accidentally dragged to his dimension by messing with the Time Stream to get Bruce back. Danny continues to accidently fuel this misunderstanding without meaning to.

(This is not helped by the fact that a DNA test doesn't disprove this. Danny's DNA is corrupted, but what Tim does get is identical to himself. This is how Danny finds out he was adopted, and how Tim, much later when misunderstandings are cleared, meets the identical twin brother he never knew he had.)

[stars-obsession-pit]

The GIW’s Best Worst Scientists

(good Fenton parents)

The Ghost Investigation Ward’s increasing activity in Amity Park had been kinda annoying to the Doctors Fenton, but ultimately wasn’t that big a deal to them. They could live with slightly condescending scientists.

Well, that was until they learned that Danny is Phantom. Now, the GIW’s activity represents an ever-increasing risk to their boy, and they can’t stand for that.

Unfortunately they can’t just take down the organization. As satisfying as it might be, that’s a bit beyond their current skills.

Then Maddie has an idea.

Despite their condescension towards the scientist couple, the GIW had recognized the potential of some of their inventions and left them an open offer of employment.

Employment that would give them access to the GIW’s facilities.

And that, they could cause a whole lot of problems. Stealing copies of files, obfuscating the labs’ data, “accidentally” letting any captured ghosts out, having their inventions backfire at just the worst times, etc.

Jack especially is looking forward to getting to let his full “weird himbo” energy out

[revyn-moonfox]

I need a story where Deku finds out about Batman and the whole Batfam in general - ordinary humans that got to be heroes with self-made gadgets.

Any fanfic recommendations, please?

[insinirate]

Genuine question are u aware of Batman’s sons and the crazy obsessive incest potential going on over there (specifically with the four main robins). I feel like you’d like them, esp Jason. He matches your usual type pretty closely other than not being blond or red haired (anymore, he was a red head when he was little). I think you’d enjoy them and how insane and dedicated and obsessively loyal to a messed up degree they are. Also the whole “I’m the failed one of the family. The one who died and came back wrong and now everybody looks at me and just sees that dead kid who came back different and WRONG” thing that I feel you’d enjoy. Just wanted to let u know about them because they’re great

i feel deja vu cause i think i was being sold this jason fella a few months ago under the same premise........he intrigues me but i dont have it in me to Read new long-form media.......especially if he is the fandoms govt designated bottom. i dont have the heart for it.

someone else might tho......... readers at home please come pick up your potential new meowmeow and report back to me if u feel so inclined

[ruvviks]

"The outer reaches of space remain unexplored by humankind to this day, but its greed is relentless. We grasp and yearn and hunger for knowledge— answers to questions we cry out into the endless void expecting to understand, expecting the stars to respond. The stars will not, but one day something else will— and we will not like what it has to say." — Rome Solomon, Beyond the Exosphere (1965)

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[pluralprompts]

Prompt #953

System A has an identical twin, System B. Except, truthfully, System B isn't their twin, but System A from another universe. It's just simpler to say they're twins.

... And much funnier when they suddenly "reveal" to people that System A "had a twin this entire time", when both of them know System B only started living in this world recently.

[macrocest]

september 29th, 2024 - objectification and/or somnophilia

suggested pairing: selfcest

(this is one of the prompts there was accidentally two of, so now there are two prompts to choose from!)

Cestember: a month long multifandom shipcest event with daily prompts and weekly suggested pairings hosted by @macrocest

Info & Calendar / AO3

[ravencincaide]

Imagine if the birthmarks on your skin are your connection to your soulmate. When you’re a child the marks are the places they used to love kissing you in your past lives. Then as you grow older and meet anew in countless parallel universes your skin gets covered with new favorite places to kiss. A single kiss on the cheek has now become three. A kiss on the thigh has become two. Your arms are peppered in blank marks as they kiss each and every scar, each painful memory, each cry for help. All the imperfections or protruding veins are yet another favorite place to kiss. 

The only unfortunate part is that these kisses are things a million other versions of you experience. And not you- You.

You’re only left with the hallowing pain and the reminiscence of love through the growing number of marks. They remind you that you are loved- just not in this universe. 

[saddysstupitstorys]

So, if there are parallel universes, there are versions of you that difference from you in some way. Small things perhaps, like your favourite drink is different. But because there are so many universes, there must be some where the difference is more noticeable. Maybe another hair colour? Even a different gender?

In some universes, there are more differences than similarities. But....what makes that version you then? How do you know that's another you, if every part of you can be different?

There must be some underlying attribute that must be what is unique to you right? Except there are universes where it isn't. So how do you know?

[promptsausandshit]

Picture this; #476

In an effort to travel to another universe a scientist ends up swapping lives with their other self. Now they have a whole family they never had relying on them and no idea of what fate befell their double.

[grimm-in-darkness]

Happy Ending

• Prompt # 221

They wondered if there was a timeline.

A timeline where they could be happy.

Where their lover is alive.

If they could find them--

Would they be happy?

[allisonreader]

I have a feeling that I’m going to need the sprints to actually finish my story/neaten it up, because I certainly don’t feel like just going and working on it by myself.

[bliphany]

And in the background of the eden gif Adam and Eve are reaching out to one another to hold hands…

Aziraphale raising his wing for Crowley hits so different with the S2 context. I feel like we all looked at it as, here’s this sweet little principality, he’s kind and naive so he’ll shelter even a demon—but it wasn’t really that, was it? It wasn’t just some random act of kindness.

It was a message.

When Crowley slithered up that wall, Aziraphale was nervous. Because he gave his sword to the humans, sure—but also perhaps because he was seeing this angel again for the first time since he had fallen. He learns Crawly’s new name (Crowley never asks him for his name, he knows it already) and they have a brief exchange that was probably a lot like the ones they used to have.

Then when the thunder starts, it’s Crowley who’s first to move to him, to shuffle hopefully to his side.

I think when Aziraphale lifted his wing up, it was almost a way to say I remember who you are, I remember the kindness you gave me. I’m still here.

He wasn’t just playing umbrella. He was letting Crowley know he hadn’t been rejected by all of Heaven.

[doctorslippery]

"Okay…I'm going to need you to be a little more specific. I've been lots of places. And some of these things are from here, that lamp…I think. And, well, honestly, I need to know if the item in question is just something that I won't mind parting with or if it is something worth making an issue about."

His robo squad didn't pick up on the threat. He did. I saw the widening of his eyes and before he could get mad about it, I zapped him with a neural stunner while flipping the anti-tech field on and off causing the robos to crash to the ground.

Twenty minutes later, I was strolling out the side door of the apartment building. All my things back in my handy pocket dimension. The customs officer and his robotic assistants…assassins…thugs, whatever the hell they were, all laid out in the now empty room that one of my many aliases keep scattered around the multiverse.

For a moment, I considered going back for one of the robo's power cores, just to see how they compare to others in this area of the multiverse.

One side of my mouth pulled down in skepticism, shaking my head. Nah. Wouldn't be worth the trouble.

Activating the angler, I stepped through to another world in this strand of the membrane.

[antagonist-official]

also... tony stephens as poseidon... jessica parker kennedy as medusa.... jonathan steinberg co-producing a series where the main themes are the cultural construction of criminality/evil/monstrosity as produced & perpetuated by the state... and how narratives are weaponized to that end.... black sails coming to Netflix.... we've never been so well set up for a black sails renaissance 👀

[mariasont]

privacy, interrupted

waking up next to spencer on vacation is the perfect morning, until rossi walks in without knocking

pairing: spencer reid r x shy!reader warnings: fem!reader, post prison spencer, reference to sexy time the night before, reader is naked, kissing, established relationship, fluff prompt: here wc: 0.8k

You sense him stirring beside you, all cautious and considerate, like he’s navigating some delicate truce neither of you signed but both seem bound to uphold. Your limbs protest with sleepiness, practically begging you to ignore it, but your brain has other ideas, wide awake simply because it’s him. 

Your subconscious has apparently decreed that Spencer Reid isn’t permitted to be awake alone without your awkward, fumbling company.

And, honestly, you can’t bear the thought of him quietly awake, probably counting obscure facts or memorizing solitude, so, inevitably, your internal clock (diligently trained, very Spencer-oriented) kicks in every morning like some sort of lovesick, overly attached alarm.

Your eyes blink sluggishly open, and yeah, you’re already mentally cursing about the loss of precious sleep.

That is, until Spencer comes into view, giving you a sleepy-soft smile as soon as he sees that your awake that somehow justifies this sappy morning ritual you’ve cultivated.

“Hey there, beautiful girl,” Spencer murmurs, warm enough to render you mushy.

You manage exactly one very brave, extremely fleeting glance into his eyes — long enough for you to panic at just how intense his adoring gaze feels — before you promptly conclude that the only dignified response is burying your burning face straight into his chest.

“Morning,” you mumble, barely audible, and okay, sure, it's a weak greeting, but you're pretty sure he knows that your social capabilities are severely limited before coffee.

“How’d you sleep?”

His fingers leisurely map trails along your stomach, occasionally dipping lower, grazing along your thigh. Your breath stalls at his touch, instantly bringing you face-to-face with the very naked reality (literally) of your current state, and you're vividly aware of why you slept better than you have in years.

You squirm against him awkwardly, deeply thankful your mortification is safely concealed in the crook of his neck. You’re fairly certain there’s no scenario — no alternate timeline or parallel universe — where you’d confess out loud just how blissfully Spencer can apparently knock you out.

“Fine,” you mumble evasively.

Spencer’s fingers move to cup your chin, lifting your face until you’re forced to meet a pair of amused eyes. 

“Just fine?” He eyes you skeptically. “You were snoring pretty loudly for someone who slept just fine.”

You splutter out a laugh, embarrassed and giggling all at once, shoving lightly at his shoulder. 

“Spencer!” you squeak indignantly. “I absolutely, categorically, undeniably do not snore. Take it back right now.”

“Oh, I’m afraid the science disagrees,” he begins casually, hands running absentminded passes over your side as he explains. “Almost everyone snores at least occasionally. It happens when your throat muscles relax during deep sleep. It’s completely normal.” He pauses. “Some might even say cute.”

He punctuates his little speech with a tap on your nose, grinning when you wrinkle it at him. 

“Spencer’s, that’s —” you begin to argue, reader to counter his science, when he suddenly silences you with a kiss, stealing your voice mid-protest.

You try valiantly (well, sort of) to keep arguing, words stubbornly squeezing out between soft kisses that blur your logic.

“I’m serious —” kiss “— you don’t get to —” kiss “— to win arguments —” kiss “— like this,” you mumble, dissolving into breathless laughter as he continues, smugly aware he’s already won.

You’re giggling into yet another stolen kiss when a brisk knock at the door startles you apart, no time to process before Rossi strolls into the room.

“Hey, kid, we’re making coffee downstairs if you —” Rossi stops midsentence.

You barely have a second to manage a yelp before Spencer moves quickly, positioning himself like a very protective, and slightly panicked, human shield in an attempt to salvage your rapidly disappearing dignity.

“Oh my god, Rossi,” you groan from your makeshift hiding spot behind Spencer’s shoulder.

Rossi lets out a thoroughly entertained chuckle, clearly relishing in your horror. He doesn’t immediately move to leave, instead pausing in the doorway.

“Well, it appears you’re both quite awake already,” he remarks, mouth curving into a smirk. “But just in case you decide to join civilization at some point, I’ll put another pot on. Take your time.”

Spencer clears his throat awkwardly. “Thanks, Rossi,” he deadpans. “Maybe next time knock and actually wait for an answer?”

Rossi grins shamelessly, lifting his hands in exaggerated innocence as he backs toward the hallway.

“I’ll consider it, right after you two consider hanging a do-not-disturb sign.”

The second Rossi shuts the door, you collapse against Spencer, sighing miserably, “That’s it. Vacation over. Social life destroyed. We’re never leaving this room again until the end of time, or at least until everyone forgets what just happened — which, spoiler alert, they won’t.”

“End of time feels a little excessive,” he teases gently, nudging your jaw with his nose. “But if it means I get to spend a few more uninterrupted days with you, I might just let you have your way.”

You roll your eyes internally, half-heartedly pretending to be annoyed at Spencer’s ridiculously charming response. Honestly, it doesn't make sense how easily he dismantles your panic with one sentence and that stupidly cute smile. 

Still, your pride demands at least some resistance, even if your heart is enthusiastically voting yes to the bed-hibernation plan. So, fine — maybe hiding here forever (or at least for a couple days) wouldn’t be the absolute worst way to spend your vacation.

Actually, scratch that — it might just be your ideal outcome.

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