#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.)

[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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[the-bus-called-graveyard-8]

6 times Madagascar didn't say hell + 1 time they did

[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.

[cgerice]

My take on their Beforan counterparts (and an excuse to draw them as stinky old men but shhh)

These two use their shared adoration of Feferi, and their distaste of the others craft to fuel their kismesissitude

It's magic vs. technology babey (and maybe a little bit of telekinesis but shhhhhh)

[anotherworldwithyou]

She always knows...

...when you’re having a bad day and you need her.

You’ve been having many bad days lately; bad weeks. Unhappiness in your current situationship, the overwhelming pressure of trying to keep everyone else afloat when you’re drowning.

Yet somehow, tonight was the worst of all nights. Tonight was a night where you almost wanted to throw in the towel.

She knew you needed her, because she showed up on your doorstep with a bottle of wine, a pizza, and the most beautiful breathtaking smile. Her voice was soft, her gaze warm; “Got time for a friend?”

You always have time for her.

You curl up on the couch together. You talk over pepperoni pizza and cheap yet amazing boxed red wine. You confide in her about a stressful week involving work and family shenanigans, and she too confides in you about a stressful week involving work and chaos in her own personal life.

And then you share a look. It’s the look that makes your heart race. So many unspoken words; a wish that things could be different, another confirmation that in a parallel universe you two would be together.

But in this universe, it’s just you two in this moment: two friends, sharing a pepperoni pizza and cheap boxed wine.

And then her slender ivory hand curls around your cocoa skinned fingers, thumb brushing over the chipped grey nail polish as she whispers; “Love you friend.”

You know what it means and she knows it too. It’s innocent to outside parties, but between the two of you - within your hearts - you both know.

You lick your lips, gaze into her eyes and whisper back; “Love you friend.”

[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.

[beatleskinkmeme]

I’d love to see some fandom cliché fics for McLennon. I’m talking ‘stuck in a time loop’ or ‘falling into a parallel universe’.

I kind of imagine the parallel universe one as John finding himself in a universe where he and Paul are a couple and having the experience of being blindingly jealous… of himself.

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[angleshades]

by far the biggest AU unexplored by Maurice fanfic..

.. what happened in the other wing of the boathouse?

gif @hawleywilby + filter

[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.

[the-generous-fool]

Alternate history: Jesus' embryo splits in to identical twins.

[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.