#pompt magic

[maskygirl55]

Built! Tim & Not Actually Short! Tim Pompt

Built!Tim

First, we all know that superheroes are built to be strong so they can get civilians out of danger and get out dangerous situations. I noticed a lot of people like making Tim the shortest person in every room and Tim, being the chaos gremlin he is, would compensate for that. I feel like Tim would become built like Jason out of spite, if not more so, just to prove a point. He doesn't have to have bulging muscles, just be physically stronger. Because I'm imagining his brothers (take your pick of which one) making fun of his height, then Tim just picks him up and puts him on top of the fridge or some other inconvenient place just to prove a point. And all of his brothers are built tall, which makes it that much more hilarious. And I can definitely see Steph recording this and posting it online.

Not Actually Short! Tim

Continuing on the making Tim the shortest person in every room thought, what if Tim wasn't actually short. I feel like the guys probably 5'10 to 6', but everyone in the superhero community is meta, alien, magic, etc. So, he looks short in comparison and is the shortest person in the batfam and male superhero community but decently tall in civilian life. The thing is, so much of his life orientates around his other life that he often forgets that he isn't actually short but surrounded by freakishly tall people. I feel like he would jokingly talk about him being short to someone in his other life like Ives and they would look at him weirdly.

(This is probably me just projecting my short people problem onto Tim without realising until after I finished the prompt.)

[alcxandros]

questions plaguing my mind ;

why is Alexander protecting / resting / immobile to Alexandria Castle? is there a connection between the Alexandros family, Alexander, and Alexandria? was Alexandria formed in some kind of connection or honor of Alexander? what, if any, is the significance of the Alexandros family to Alexander? are the Alexandros family possibly a line of summoners? the horned people were not the only summoners to exist; if i recall correctly there were also a dwarven race that could also summon that died out to extension. and that's not getting into Eidolons existed outside of Gaia as Eidolons connected to Terra exist, taking on a more mechanical appearance

XIV is releasing Ark as a mount for pre-ordering and that pompted me to do just a lot of digging into IX in general and these questions won't get out my mind.

On some level, I do love having definitive answers to lore. I like knowing things. But there are times there is magic and wonder in not knowing. Take Majora's Mask for instance.. it would not be the same game to me and I'm sure much of its cult following if we got answers to every mystery and theory spun from it's whacky and cryptic world.

[haraways]

Jonsa Halloween Event ~

~~For the prompt Magic - here is my entry~~

@jonsa-halloween

Magic -

There was a lady of Winterfell. 

Who had a gift.

Most parents are thrilled if their child is gifted; they may draw, play music, memorize books or fight with swords. 

But the girl's parents were scared. Scared of her and scared for her.

As it happens, the girl's gift is the gift of life. Life for the new dead, life for the long dead. Wounds would heal, and the body would be restored, but the mind is what stayed damaged. There is no natural way to have the dead rise again.

That emotion that you die with will come back will faster within your breast until it drives you to the madness once more.

A girl of ten and one discovers her gifs in the crypts of her family, Kings and Queens and Lords and Ladies long gone. 

She sings her sweet song of nonsense, and it wafts through the miles of Starks long gone from the world. The young girl is trying to be brave as she wanders between statues; her siblings and cousin have deemed her craven, and she would prove them otherwise; she would be brave like those ladies in the songs. 

She is to stay down in the dark until her candle is gone, a few hours at best. It wasn’t so bad; down in the dark, there was nothing here but an odd rat. 

Further, the little girl wandered. Until the faces of the statues began to fade, and their iron swords had near rusted to nothing. She had gone so far as to pass the Lords and come upon Kings. The Kings of Winter, on each of their heads, sits a circlet of bronze. Some have runes; others have designs of winter. All too big for little girls though she desperately wants to place it upon her own head. 

She wandered very far, down slopes and around corners singing softly and sweetly to her dead ancestors hoping the song finds them in the long after. It is down a narrow path that strangeness begins to occur. 

The girl heard a stone skipping on stone and the flutter of fabric. A terror rises in her throat, halting her sweet song. And slowly echoing footsteps fill the cavern. She raises the candle higher to see who lurks with her in the dark, but she does not dare call out. The shadows dance across the walls, and it is with a bizarre thought she thinks that if it is danger coming her way that, they will see her light. She snuffs it out with her breath. 

The footsteps stop.

 Her heart beats too loudly in her ears as she makes her way behind the wolf of a king whose name has been scratched away. She was too scared to think about the oddness of that. 

Her ragged breath began to calm after a few minutes of hiding. Perhaps it was her imagination, as it does tend to wander and get lost far away. It would not be the first time she had frightened herself of shadows.  

“Why are you crouching behind a wolf?”

Sansa let out a scream that echoed through the crypts, bouncing and reverberating off the walls. She was a lady, but she could not help it when she hit whoever was behind her, whispering in her era. She scrambled away from the person, falling on her bottom in her haste to get away. 

A light laugh followed her as her cousin, the Bastard Prince Jon, stepped out from behind the wolf statue. He was rubbing at his jaw where Sansa had managed to strike him. 

Her horror grew at the realization of her actions. She was but a girl on ten and one, but she knew not to ever raise your hand to royalty, bastard or not. 

She babbled out apologies, and she made to get up but stumbled. Prince Jon reached out to steady her as a true gentleman would. She stepped out of his reach and dipped into a plight bow.

“I’m sorry, my Prince. You frightened me.” 

Prince Jon turned his head and frowned a little. Before smiling slightly at her after turning back.

“It is no trouble, cousin. It is my own fault for sneaking up on you, and I should not have done so. Now I know it's as unwise as pulling the wolf's tail.” His small smile bloomed into a full grin, and Sansa felt her ears grow hot. It was nice to have her compared to a wolf rather than the fish of her mother. 

Sansa was glad that the Prince did not take offence to her assault, unladylike as it was. Perhaps he wouldn’t tell her mother and save her a thrashing. 

“My Prince,” now that the fright was gone, she did wonder as to why he was down here. “Why are you down here?”

“You were gone so long, My lady, your brother grew worried, and I’m here to escort you out lest we miss dinner.” he extended his hand out to her. She reached out but stopped to turn her head to look deeper into the darkness. Her brow furrowed.

“Did you hear that?” she whispered.

It was the sound of shifting stone. The deep scratch sound of heavy stone moving over heavy stone. Echoing around the crypts, bouncing off the wall down the history of the Starks and their Kings. Louder and louder still, it grew, and with it, a great shacking.

Sansa yelped as she pulled to the Prince. He had taken up a rusted iron sword in his hand, a King's sword of no name. The lid of the coffins beside them began to move, adding to the sound that was further down the passage.  It fell to the side and cracked.

Sansa left out a shrike as a body rose up slowly. The dead King's skin was dry and gray; some parts of him had no flesh at all but white bone exposed to the world. The deep frost that had permeated the ground of the North had kept the King from truly rotting away, even if he was a King of ages before the dragons.  

Jon pushed her back more as he followed her. Never turning away from the dead rising again. Sansa knew he was trying to be brave, but she could see his hand shaking as he held the sword out and pointed at the dead. 

But the dead batted the sword away and spoke.

“Watch your self boy. Don’ go paintin’ that sword at King's” 

All breath left them, and they both let out screams.

[blarrghe]

I'd love to hear more about "Fenris and Anders Resolve All Their Differences In An Elevator" 👀 and something from the Mystery Bag if you're willing to share with the class!

Anders and Fenris Resolve All Their Differences in an Elevator is something I started when two seperate people sent me asks for Fenders from this silly list of meetcute pompts I made, and it's more or less what it sounds like. I started writing it, got as far as Anders having a panic attack, and then put it down and never finished it. The gist though, is that Anders and Fenris are mid argument-about-mage-rights when their elevator gets stuck so intead of getting mad at each other and storming out they have to talk. But first Anders has a panic attack about being stuck in an enclosed space and Fenris calms him down. I was having a great time with it and then I abruptly ran out of steam but one day!! here is a snippet of panicking Anders:

Fenris swears in Tevene, Anders curses the Maker, and they look at each other with wide eyes. Anders pulls out his phone, and Fenris looks for an alarm button on the panel. He presses a red button, but nothing happens. They are not sure if anything is supposed to happen, but Fenris pushes it a few more times and a lot more nothing happens and Anders can’t get a signal on his phone and Fenris tries the door but it does not budge but surely someone will figure out that they are conspicuously late after a while at least, and then they will see what happened and they’ll be rescued and it won’t even be that long. He thinks, it is going to be fine, Hawke will come looking for us when she notices we are not there, and she will notice very quickly because she cares about them; she cares about her friends, too, and Anders has people who care about him and so does Fenris so they will be fine. They will be fine. MYSTERY BAG number 1 is..... a timeline for the worldbuilding of Matchsies (the fic that just won't stop giving!) detailing mostly Taren's complicated life, and also some other notes about how magic works in that modern-with-magic au. It's a lot of point form rambling but it helps. Fun fact! He once "sold" a certain Varric Tethras a story in exchange for help getting on a ship out of Kirkwall ;) (this may not actually be canon by the time I finish writing the story but it's a fun idea and I like bringing the various side characters and companions into that fic in creative ways, Isabela would obviously have been captain of said ship if this happened ;) ) Varric took that story and wrote a romantic Swords and Shields spinoff novella with it that did terribly (replacing Taren's character with a busty pirate, obviously), maybe one day he'll find him and give him a cheque.

[pineapplescribble-blog]

Every plant can talk to you and you use it to solve muder cases.

[smolspiderboy]

Angels Are Real (Prologue)

Pompt: A somewhat short story about a girl named Kaitlyn who has only seen the bad side of love up until she meets a certain werewolf named Liam Dunbar. 

A/N: This story takes place in Beacon Hills while Kaitlyn and Liam are still in High School. This is just a test to see if you guys would be interested in me posting the rest of the story. It currently has three full chapters! I will post all of them throughout this week and the next if I get a good response on the prologue! 

Pairing: LiamxKaitlyn (Main Character) 

You know the little girl you see at the park, playing with her friends? The one with the huge smile on her face? That’s never been me. I was the girl who sat inside in a dark room wanting everything to just end.

I listened to my parents fight day and night. They never seemed to stop. No matter what, they just couldn’t get along. Any time one of them said the wrong thing it would set a fire inside the other, a fire that could not be extinguished. That fire soon engulfed the whole house and burned everything in sight. The fire started in my dad, he was sick and tired of my mom’s verbal abuse so he put an end to it. He said he wanted to end things, he wanted to start a new life with someone who actually cared. My mom was speechless, she never thought things would get this far. As my dad angrily marched up the stairs to pack his bags my mom had a thought. It wasn’t a happy thought where she would try to resolve things with my dad either. It was morbid and dark. She was going to kill him.

I remember watching my mom grab the knife and patiently wait for my dad to come down stairs. She acted like everything was fine until my father came downstairs with two suitcases full of God knows what. He sat them down and slowly walked over towards me. He engulfed me in what would be our best and last hug ever. As he let go of me and turned around my mom drove the knife into his chest. It happened so quick I don’t think she even knew what she was doing. My dad fought back as much as he could until he knew it was all over. He fell limp on the ground, his body still twitching. He looked up at me and spoke his last words. “I love you, Kaitlyn. Now run!” With tears in my eyes I looked up at my mother as she stabbed him one more time, finishing the job.

I don’t remember much after that other than me running away and never coming back. My life had been pretty gruesome. Nothing ever seemed to go right for me. I once was given a gift that seemed magical and I loved with all my heart. Do you know what happened to the gift? It was taken from me. Just like everything else. Or at least everything except him.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

100 Tumblr Followers Pompt-a-thon

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2sxfbsF

by Garpie64

Celebrating hitting 100 followers on Tumblr. Go send me a prompt via ask @Garpie64 or just leave one in the comments if you'd rather.

Words: 938, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Under the Red Hood, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne

Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Fluff, kitten!jason, Magic, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Protective Bruce Wayne

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2sxfbsF