#prompt cont

[feline-gal]

Ever since he'd discovered that family heirloom amulet and started wearing it to flex his apparently royal lineage on Damian, Tim has been acting a bit off; more irritable and possessive, sometimes when he gets angry there'll be some brief minor physical change of a rather reptilian nature.

The BatFam of course plan on bringing up these oddities, but first they've got a Rich People Party to get through, hopefully nothing crazy happens before the night is over.

At the party, Tim is approached by a girl, wearing a frilly pink dress that she clearly does not like, who is very interested in his new necklace, almost like she recognizes it.

Then, of course, something crazy happens; a rogue and their henchmen crash the party.

This event ends up aggravating Tim so much that he transforms into an Enormous Fuck You Dragon.

The girl goes in to try and cut the amulet off Tim's lizard neck, only to be stopped by Robin, who declares that he will not allow her to slay this dragon.

To which the girl replies that she's not trying to kill him, she's trying to remove the amulet that's transformed him, claiming she's seen a couple just like it before.

Apparently there IS a reason why the Drakes are known as Drakes.

Of which Jack and Janet, rich archeologists, dug up the bones of Jack's ancestors, people who were said to wear amulets and turn into dragons when angered.

Or:

Tim Drake is related to Princess Dorathea.

[ghostsofharrenhal]

ONE PIECE LIVE ACTION (2023) Set Design ↳ Exterior of Kaya's Mansion

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Art prompt suggested by the lovely @becausethathappens young Rhett and Link. ✨

(The idea came about from an gmm episode that I cannot remember right now 🫠 it’s been quite some time when this prompt was asked of me ;;;; 🐌🎨) it’s just young Rhett letting Link wear his first place ribbon and them taking pictures in a Photo Booth. Such boyfriend behavior ❤️

[maxmoffs]

“ you want to tell me what's going on? “

as if everyone wasn't already on her back . ( was it an avenger's obligation to also share personal thoughts ? ) arms crossed still , turning to him and head tilts to a QUESTIONING GESTURE . –a sigh under her breath while clearly finding an out to this conversation “ i wasn't aware anyone really noticed my presence . ”

@renownedagent / : inbox prompts .

[feline-gal]

Jazz tugs one side of her headphones off and sighs at the sound of her parents making a whole commotion about a loose ghost, making it rather difficult to focus on her book, then quirks a brow at the distinctive roaring and screeching of a motorcycle, the sounds seeming to circle through the house.

She dips her hand under her pillow and wraps her fingers around her lipstick blaster, just to be safe.

Her caution is unfortunately rewarded as, a moment later, a dark form phases through her bedroom wall and blurs towards her, halting suddenly right next to her.

A more disheveled than usual Johnny 13 looks right past the small laser barrel being pointed at his particularly ashy face and locks eyes with Jazz “Where's your brother?!” he asks in a frantic near-shout, expression wrought with panic and desperation, ectoplasmic blood oozing out of a fresh claw mark on his cheek.

Jazz hesitates a second before raising her unoccupied hand in a brief 'one moment' gesture, then turns and grabs her phone to shoot her brother a text, keeping her blaster trained on the unlucky ghost the whole time, his bike rumbling loudly and almost anxiously, ready to zoom off any second, the unnaturally dark shadow beneath roiling in a more visual display of distress.

A moment later, her phone pings with a received text and she looks back at Johnny “Nasty Burger.” she finally answers.

“Coolthanksbye!” Johnny rushes out almost too fast for her to hear as he takes off at breakneck speeds right through her other wall like it isn't even there, the sound of his motorcycle gradually fading into the distance.

Jazz drops her laser-wielding hand and glances around her room, taking in the mess left in the ghost's wake, and sighs before returning her attention to her phone.

<Where are you?]

[Nasty Burger>

[Why?>

<Johnny 13's looking for you.]

[And you told him???>

<He seemed Really freaked out.]

<I think he might need your help.]

[Oh joy>

Jazz glances over at her bedroom door at the sound of her father's heavy footsteps rushing in it's general direction.

“JAZZY!!!” Jack shouts as he flings the door open with a loud slam, brandishing a much larger ecto-weapon “Did the ghost come through here?!”

Jazz gives her messy room another quick once-over before locking eyes with her father “No.” she answers simply.

“Dangit!” Jack curses with a dramatic shake of his fist “You stay in here where it's safe. I'll hunt that spook down.”

“Sure thing, dad.” Jazz replies with a casual wave as her dad tromps off, shutting the door behind him.

The door partially reopens a second later and Jack's head pokes through “And clean your room.” he barks “It looks like a motorcyclist drove through here.” with that, he retracts his head and properly closes the door.

. … . … . … .

Danny grumbles irritably to himself as he flies through the air towards his house, aiming to meet Johnny halfway. This had better be good.

A wisp of cold blue mist escapes his throat and he spots the motorcycle-riding ghost zooming in his direction, a moment later he slows to a halt in front of him.

“Hey, wh-ACK!” Danny tries to ask, only to be interrupted by Johnny grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him along as he continues driving in a U-turn.

“I need your help!” he exclaims “Kitty's been kidnapped!”

“Whoa, what?!” Danny blurts out, twisting in the older teen's grip and trying to clamber onto the bike “Seriously?! By who?!”

“Some freaky, scaly..” Johnny struggles to explain, taking his hand off the half-ghost in favor of gesturing vaguely “Things! I don't know what the fuck they are! They just came in outta nowhere and started pestering me about some sorta nonsense I couldn't understand, and when I told 'em to bugger off they got violent and took Kitty hostage!”

“And then you ran away with your tail between your legs,” Danny surmises, crossing his arms “instead of trying to figh-”

“I DID try to fight them!” Johnny snaps, startling his passenger and causing the bulb of a lamp post to explode “But they were too tough for me.” he continues, touching his hand to the claw mark on his cheek and Danny finally realizes just how beat up the biker ghost is, his jacket riddled with holes revealing glowing green claw and bite marks, and his bike is similarly clawed up and dented in various places “Coming to get you was her idea, not mine.”

“Alright,” Danny concedes, raising his hands in a placating gesture “I'm sorry I doubted your.. whatever. Clearly this is a serious situation.”

“Very.” Johnny confirms grimly.

They arrive at FentonWorks, zip through and into the basement and promptly enter the portal to the Ghost Zone.

They drive in tense silence for a few moments before Danny coughs awkwardly.

“Do you, uh,” he starts, scratching at the back of his head “want some ice for those injuries?”

“Uh, yeah.” Johnny answers with a nod “Yeah, that'd probably be good.”

Hand glowing blue, Danny goes about covering the biker ghost's wounds with thin but sturdy layers of ice which would allow for as much mobility as possible without breaking easily, much like he's been doing to his own since figuring the trick out.

“So..” the Halfa probes as he coats a bite mark on Johnny's forearm “What exactly am I getting into here?”

Submitted Prompts #133

Johnny 13’s core is one of John Constantine’s sold-off soul fragments, which somehow - whether by it’s own volition or not - got away from it’s owner and made a whole new unlife for himself.

[protect-daniel-james]

Their lore is actually insane

smooth him out? what exactly did you do?

And of course

Antonio needs to ride him, seriously.

[malkaleh]

George, before meeting Alanna

People tend to not see George - or at least, they don’t see the danger in him - not the charming thief with laughing eyes and brown skin to his mother’s white. They don’t look beyond how well he flirts - with men, with women, with everyone and how he laughs off teasing to see the sharp intelligence, the competence with his knives - the fact that they are well cared for, that there are plans within plans within his flirtations.

No, the Court of the Rogue has never seen George Cooper coming.

[feline-gal]

Vlad went through something similar in his first few years before he built his own portal and got himself a steady supply of ectoplasm.

So when he witnesses the Red Hood murder someone before him, he recognizes the glowing green look in his eyes, the expression of desperate, maddening hunger on his face, having seen it in the mirror quite a few times a long while ago.

'Oh.' he thinks, realization dawning on him 'I can't not adopt this man.'

Au where Jason isn't angry because the Lazarus Pit is really gross ectoplasm thats stuck in his body but because he's a baby halfa with pretty much no ectoplasm in his environment and he's just really really hangry.

[hedgehog-moss]

Pls give recommendations for Odd books 🙏

Here we go, a list of literary oddity :) This post contains majestic spheres, alien taxonomies, cruel subway polytheism, a fourth-dimensional cat, disturbing earthworms, infinite space football, existential mussel terror, a Parisian absurdist time loop, and a picture of a telegraph-pole-man-cheetah. I'm not exactly recommending these books, in the sense that I won't take any complaints if you find them more odd than good, and some of them transcend the concepts of good and bad anyway.

• The Other City, Michal Ajvaz. It's all like this:

• Contes du demi-sommeil, Marcel Béalu ('Half-asleep tales') —is the book that prompted my post about stories that have no ambition or justification beyond being odd. I'm sad that it hasn't been translated :( One of the tales is about a strange opaline sphere that rolls on the road. It doesn't accelerate when the road becomes a steep slope but continues rolling majestically. At one point it floats away towards the sky. Someone wonders if it was the moon. Someone else says authoritatively "It was an angel's egg." Everyone is reassured by this explanation. The whole thing feels exactly like remembering a dream you had. There is also a man who reads too much and whose body atrophies so only his head is left and his wife puts it in an egg cup for better stability.

• Leonora Carrington— The Skeleton's Holiday, or maybe the Hearing Trumpet. I've read them so long ago but I think the latter is the one with the old ladies and nuns? There's also a guy who was murdered in his bath by a still-life painter because he said there was a carrot in one of his paintings, but it might not have been a carrot? It's hard to remember details from this book without feeling like I might be making them up. Bonus Leonora Carrington painting which kind of feels like a short story:

• The Codex Seraphinianus, of course. I wish there were more bizarre encyclopaedias out there.

Also I love this review:

• Sleep Has His House, Anna Kavan —I really liked the way this book used language; making life feel like a fever dream even more than in Samanta Schweblin's Fever Dream (which I really liked too.)

The eye is checking a record of silence, space; a nightmare, every horror of this world in its frigid and blank neutrality. The actual scope of its orbit depends on the individual concept of desolation, but approximate symbols are suggested in long roving perspectives of ocean, black swelled, in slow undulation, each whaleback swell plated in armour-hard brilliance with the moonlight clanking along it . . .

• The second half of Michael Ende's Neverending Story, where things get stranger! I remember the hand-shaped castle with eyes and the city of amnesiac former emperors and the miserable ugly worms who cry all the time out of shame then create beautiful architecture with their tears...

• The Gray House, Mariam Petrosyan. This is the one I had in mind when I talked about a 'museum of the strange, but one you wouldn't want to be trapped in after closing time'. Another book that made me feel uncomfortable in a similar (good) way was Edward Carey's Observatory Mansions, the protagonist of which is a man who curates an odd private museum and can't stand the sight of his own hands.

• Oh, speaking of uncomfortable, and hands—He Digs A Hole, by Danger Slater. To me this book was in the more-odd-than-good category but I liked its refusal to have a coherent philosophical meaning. It's about a man who can't sleep so he goes to his garden shed and saws off his hands and replaces them with gardening tools. Then he starts digging a hole. And then it gets weird. (Read at your own discretion if you have a worm phobia; there's some body horror featuring sexually aggressive earthworms. And then it gets disturbing.)

• 17776 — Someone sent me an ask a few years back to recommend this online multimedia narrative to me and I really enjoyed it! Here's the summary, borrowed from the wiki page: Set in the distant future in which all humans have become immortal and infertile, the series follows three sapient space probes that watch humanity play an evolved form of American football in which games can be played for millennia over distances of thousands of miles. The work explores themes of consciousness, hope, despair, and why humans play sports.

• Saint-Glinglin, Raymond Queneau —the author admitted that this book presents some "internal discontinuities." I didn't like it much but I respect the talent it takes to write a novel where everything feels like a random digression, including the key suspenseful scene that matters to the plot. The one digression I loved had to do with the way the narrator is existentially horrified by various sea creatures. It's like he dreads them so much he can't help but think about them when he should be telling a story.

The oyster... This gob of phlegm, this brutal way of refusing the outside world, this absolute isolation, and this disease: the pearl... If I conceptualise them even a little, my terror starts anew. The mussel is even more significant than the oyster and even more immediately admissible in the domain of terror. Let us indeed consider that this little sticky mass whose collective stupidity haunts our piers, consider that it is alive in the same way as a cow. Because there are no degrees in life. There is no more or less. The whole of life is present in every animal. To think that the mussel, that the mussel has, not a conscience, but a certain way of transcending itself: here I am once again plunged into abysses of anxiety and insecurity.

Near the beginning he philosophises about what would happen if a man and a lobster were the only two survivors of the apocalypse. The lobster would break the man's toe and the man would say, "We are the only beings that remain on this devastated Earth, lobster! The only living beings in the universe, struggling alone against the universal disaster, don't you want to be allies?" But the lobster would disdainfully walk away towards the ocean, and "the sight of the inflexible and imperturbable lobster pierces the sky of humanity with its unintelligible claws." (I can't overstate how little this has to do with the rest of the book.)

• Autumn in Beijing, Boris Vian —needless to say the story does not take place in autumn nor in Beijing.* To the extent that it can be said to be "about" something, it's about people trying to build a train station in a desert with tracks that lead nowhere. (I just went on goodreads to check the title, and it's actually called Autumn in Peking in English. I also discovered that it was featured in a list of Books I Regret Reading. I liked this book, but I understand.)

(* French writers love doing this—like when Alphonse Allais said about his 1893 book The Squadron's Umbrella "I chose this title because there aren't any umbrellas of any sort in this volume, and the important notion of the squadron, as a unit of the armed forces, is never brought up at all; in these conditions, hesitating would have been pure madness.")

• The Library at Mount Char, Scott Hawkins—I fear this one makes a little too much sense for this list, but you can't say it isn't weird; and I loved it and recommend it any chance I get.

• The Eleven Million Mile High Dancer, Carol Hill —this book was so wacky and made me laugh. I've not yet managed to successfully recommend it to someone; its brand of odd didn't resonate with the people I know who've read it but that's okay. You could say it's about a woman astronaut whose weird cat disappears into the fourth dimension (or the quantum realm?) and she goes to space to save him—but that makes the book sound more straightforward and less messy than it is. Her cat leaves her a note before he disappears:

• The Bald Soprano, Ionesco —fun fact, there's a tiny theatre in the Latin Quarter in Paris where this absurdist play has been staged every night for nearly 70 years, with the exact same set design and costumes and everything, like the actors are stuck in a time loop. They celebrated the 20,000th performance this year! There's an actress who has been playing her character for 40 years and said joining this theatre was like joining a religion. I've been going to see this play as a New Year tradition with my best friend since we were 14, so I love it madly, though I wouldn't say it's good, necessarily—the author said it was about "absolutely nothing, but a superior nothing."

• Statuary Gardens; or Les Mers perdues (apparently not translated) by Jacques Abeille. This man is obsessed with weird statues. Unfortunately I find his writing style rather dull—I feel like he takes strange ideas and makes them feel mundane in a bad way...! But his books still have a nice, quiet, oneiric atmosphere, and images that stayed with me, like a solitary gardener trying to grow stone statues in the depleted soil of a walled garden. Here are some illustrations from the second one:

I'll look into some of the books recommended on my previous post! (and I agree with the people who brought up Cortázar, Borges, and Junji Ito. <3) Some potentially-odd books I have on my to-read list: Clive Barker's Abarat, Goran Petrović's An Atlas Traced by the Sky, Salvador Plascencia's The People of Paper, Jean Ray's Malpertuis; Jan Weiss's The House of a Thousand Floors; Brice Tarvel's Pierre-Fendre.

[sayruq]

[CONT] call, prompting aircraft carrier USS Dwight D. Eisenhower to come to its aid, dispatching helicopters to deal with approaching Yemeni Navy vessels

If the US and the UK go through with this plan, the Yemenis will bomb oilfields across the Gulf. This is will increase global oil prices significantly and ultimately tanking the global economy. If you thought life is hard now, you're not ready for how bad things will get in 2024.

All Joe Biden has to do to stop the Red Sea blockade is lift the siege on Gaza.

[feline-gal]

Eventually he finds the guy, hears him absentmindedly humming their song and excitedly whistles out the next part for him to hear, causing him to freeze up and stiffen(Dick swears he sees his hair bristle like a cat's)

The man turns his head and Dick's joy falters as he takes in the look of horror and guilt his soulmate gives him before he bolts.

Dick gives chase, but loses the guy quickly and is left very confused by the guy's reaction.

And especially how his expression reminded him of the look he occasionally got from baddies who had been certain they'd killed him in a previous encounter before he showed back up to kick their ass.

Soulmate Song

After a long day at his work, Dick starts walking back to his apartment humming his soulmate song. A large man that looks vaguely like Clark shows up and starts calling him "Dan" and telling him that he shouldn't wander off in a new city without letting him know. There was also something about "changing appearances" in the lecture too, but he wasn't able to get a word in edgewise. So, he just stood there letting the man fuss over him.

After a while, another guy shows up whistling his soulmate song! The new guy was just as tall and broad shouldered as the first but with wavy silver hair that he had in a low ponytail. The first guy called him Dan and quickly realized what had happened. He'd been mistaken for his soulmate. How did that happen?

As he starts trying to talk to the guy, the two men apologize and disappear.

Now, Dick had to find his soulmate before he leaves Bludhaven.

[hsficrecommendation]

Hello everyone! This is masterlist #4, #5 and #6 (Cont. Of June, then Sept, and Oct 2023!) for all the fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE (Part 2!) •••

Stablehand!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Part 2 | Part 3 | Harry loathes Y/N and she's just a little tease. - @angelsanddaisies

Poetry In Your Mailbox | Part 2 | Part 3 | Y/N and the rest of her nosy neighborhood friends ogle at the man who just moved in next door — a man of mystery, silence, and someone who seemingly doesn’t want anything to do with his neighbors… until Y/N begins to receive anonymous mail. - @episkystyles

Changes | ♡♡ Harry returns home. Based on- Changes by Cam. - @hes-writer

Prince!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable. - @novelistrry

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Every Rose has its Thorns | Petals and Prompts | Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss. - @jarofstyles

Out by the Docks | Underneath the Stars | ♡ A story of clandestine meetings, conspiracies, and stolen glances by the sea. (Princess!Y/n x Spy!Harry) - @fishnets-fingers

Dentist The Bad Boi | ♡ Harry’s a med-student and Y/N’s an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant – he mighty looses it. - @muffindaddystyles

The Empowering Hearts | ♡♡ In which you're a lonely model until you meet a baker. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

••• SEPTEMBER •••

Say It | in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

The Joker and The Queen | In which Harry is a florist, has a crush on the baker next door and dreads his Birthday. - @harrysonlylover

Breaking the Ice | It's no secret that as a figure skater, you're fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty... and your ex's status as a player isn't helping much either. - @purplekiwis

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before - @novelistrry

••• OCTOBER •••

Stop Thinking so Much | In which Harry teaches english and some poetry is hard to pick apart. - @meetevieinthehallway

Dog Days are Over | ♡ In which Y/n and Harry walk their dogs in the same park. Though, over the course of time, buying each other coffee turns into something more. - @nationalharryleague

The Witching Hour | ♡ Despite Harry being the witch in this situation, maybe his crush on gemma's new friend was going to be the most bewitching thing he ever encountered. - @moonchildstyles

Nest | Harry is y/n's best friend. He also happens to be an alpha. Spending a week at his place has her brain doing weird things. - @moonchildstyles

Pebbles and The Scarecrow | ♡ In which Harry doesn’t like Halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

Banana Pancakes | Nanny!Harry falls in love with his little girl, and the mother of his little girl. - @ill-be-your-honey-bri

Golden | In which Y/n's life is dark but the Harry, The Fae King, sees she's golden. - @angelisverba

Better man - Harry and Y/n are famous and dating. Now, Harry is attending a party just 'cause he knows that Y/n would surely be there, and Y/n seems to be escaping her date so hard that she meets Harry outside the bathrooms. - @bopbopstyles

Masterlist for more recs! My Writing account - @0oolookitsme

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Hey! Hope you are doing well, but if you are still taking requests, with the recent gmm eps Rhett and Link do Pocky game? Or feed each other Pocky whatever works for you! Thank you! :)

-🌗

This art prompt was asked some time ago 😬😅

I had to draw Link in that cute hoodie~🥰

The line art below

[gorae]

feeling better now?

pairing — sim jaeyun x gn!reader

tags — fluff, reader has a nephew and they are babysitting him together, jake gets jealous over a toddler, established relationship, a lot of kissing!, 1.1k words, unedited

“do you think he’s trying to say my name?” jake asks.

you shrug. “i’m not sure.” an amused smile forms on your lips as you watch the toddler try to climb up your lap.

the toddler, leo, is your cousin’s son, whom you’ve been entrusted by your cousin to babysit. the one-year-old has been incoherently babbling non-stop for the last few minutes, while jake, your beloved boyfriend, has been trying to decipher his words as he does so. “are you saying jake, leo? can you say jake?” you ask sweetly.

leo looks up at you when he realizes the question is directed at him. his big, brown, doe eyes bore into yours as a beat of silence passes. then he blinks once and continues on prattling.

jake frowns at him. “how about y/n? can you say y/n?” he prompts.

“y/n!” leo exclaims, throwing his chubby arms up and grinning wildly. you and jake panic for a moment when he stumbles, your arms getting thrown out in all directions to block his fall. leo only giggles when you barely catch him before he falls backward, while you and jake both simultaneously let out a relieved sigh.

while adorning a smile that puts his dimples on display, leo blinks up at you innocently. your heart melts at the sight, and with a single swoop, you bring leo into your arms and trap him in a hug. “gotcha!” you exclaim, which prompts him to giggle wildly.

the doorbell rings, “i’ll get it,” jake announces before rushing to open the door.

leo grabs onto your clothes as he makes an attempt to stand on his own. “that’s probably your mama, leo! you wanna see mama?” you ask, still keeping your hands near him in case he stumbles again.

his eyes sparkle excitedly. “mama!”

you smile at him and take that as your cue to pick him up and follow jake to the door. reaching the doorway, you see jake opening the door to reveal your cousin. “leo!” she grins, waving at her son.

leo mirrors her, grinning as he makes grabby arms at her. you make haste to pass him to your cousin, who immediately takes him in his arms. “i missed you, angel.”

you stand beside jake, letting him rest his hand on your waist as both of you watch leo nuzzle his small face into his mother’s neck. “thanks for watching him, you two,” says your cousin, returning her attention back to you and jake.

“it’s no big deal. we loved having him here. right, jake?”

jake nods, his hair bouncing as he does.

“we better go and get you,” your cousin pokes leo’s belly, evoking a laugh from him, “home now. you wanna kiss them goodbye, leo?”

without a verbal answer, leo leans forward clumsily, and you push jake a little to signal for him to lean down. jake grins when his tiny lips successfully land on one of his cheeks, muttering a quick “bye, leo” when the toddler pulls away.

leo doesn’t wait for a second longer before he starts leaning toward your direction, so you quickly steer your own head to make it easier for him. you’re unable to hold back a smile when leo successfully kisses your cheek, warming your heart in effect. you return the favor, kissing him on his cheek. leo shrieks happily, arms reaching up to touch his face. you laugh softly at his reaction.

“alright. thanks again, you two.” your cousin smiles. leo parrots his mom, waving his arm around in an attempt to wave goodbye. there is another round of goodbyes that ensued before they finally get in their car.

as you close the front door behind you, you notice jake’s unusually quiet disposition. you glance at him, only to spot a slight pout in his lips. “jake,” you call out. “what’s wrong?”

“huh?” he faces you. “nothing.”

“you’re quiet. something’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong.”

the moment you get near him, he lets you wrap your hands around his forearms. you search his face for any clues but he doesn’t let up. his plump lips are pursed while his dark brown eyes continue to waver and wander everywhere else but you. “come on, tell me.”

he finally lets his eyes meet yours. “promise me you won’t laugh.”

you free a hand to reach up and brush away the hair that was partly covering his eyes. “i promise.”

jake purses his lips again. “you’ve been giving him more attention than me.”

you cock your head to the side. “who?”

“leo.”

once you hear your nephew’s name tumble out of jake’s pouty lips, you laugh. however, when the corner of your boyfriend’s lips start to tug into a frown, you’re quick choke it back and fake a few coughs in an attempt to cover it up.

“you said you wouldn’t laugh!” jake whines. he squirms and tries to move away from you but your tender hands keep him in his place.

“you got jealous over a toddler?”

jake hates how you’re grinning mockingly. he wishes he could take his words back. but it’s true. you’ve been spending most of the day looking after leo, and had barely batted an eye about him. “i know it’s stupid-”

“it’s not stupid.” you grin, hands traveling up and down his forearms in an attempt to soothe his grumpiness. “it’s cute.”

jake huffs. clearly your attempt did not work. “stop lying. you’re holding back a laugh right now.”

you are still grinning. now you’re grinning at the sight of jake’s ears turning red. “because it’s cute,” you say, in a-matter-of-fact way. “you’re cute.”

his bottom lip was about to jut out when you lean in to quickly peck his lips. it’s astounding — how after all this time of dating him, you still manage to catch jake off-guard.

as you pull away, jake catches you smiling amusedly. he is immediately brought back to his feelings of childish envy towards his girlfriend’s nephew. “again,” he demands, with the pout back on his lips.

you shake your head, chuckling before you bring him in for another kiss.

and then another.

and then another one for good measure.

but to jake’s dismay, the kisses stop.

“feeling better now?” you tease.

he hums, dazed eyes still trained on your lips. “one more.”

his resolute answer and the finality of his tone, and of course, along with the undeniable attractive force between your lips, causes you to crash your lips into his again. this time, it was far from fleeting. jake has his hands firmly on your lips while yours are tousling the back of his hair. your lips move together in a slow rhythm, one that makes it harder for you to pull away. and when you do, you’re breathless.

“definitely better now.”

you laugh, both at his words and at the sight of his swollen lips. and then you kiss him again.

“okay,” jake says, in between kisses, “be honest now, it was stupid wasn’t it?”

“maybe a little.”

[feline-gal]

Vlad wrinkles his nose as it starts itching with what feels like his ghost sense being partially triggered. Which is odd, because he's pretty sure Daniel is still at home.

To make sure, he pulls up the camera feeds of his spy bugs, or rather his one spy bug that hasn't been found and broken yet, and, yep, there's his favorite half-ghost boy, struggling with his probably math homework.

Perhaps it's Danielle, then. But why would she want to pay him a visit? After everything he'd done to her, she should want nothing to do with him.

With a short hum, Vlad closes down his surveillance window, stands from his desk and begins to make his way through his modest little(by his standards at least) home on the outskirts of Amity, following his nose as best he can towards the source of it's irritation.

Maddie the cat looks up from her sniffing at the bottom of a door and meows at him.

“Something interesting in there, Maddie?” Vlad asks, earning another meow in response. Vlad gives another short hum and opens the door, allowing both himself and his cat into the room at the back of the house.

His favorite feline stalks swiftly through the area, tail twitching & flicking anxiously. Vlad follows closely and silently behind her, seeing as she's heading in the direction his nose is leading him.

She jumps up onto the windowsill and peers outside, letting out a growl at whatever she's seeing in the backyard.

Vlad leans over her and looks where she's looking and finds a shabbily dressed, teen-sized figure rifling through his trash.

He frowns at the sight, wondering who the deviled eggs that could be and if he was mistaken about it being his ghost sense that's been bugging him.

He trots over to the back door, opens it silently and steps out and over to the young vagrant.

“Excuse me.” he snips, causing the teen to jolt in surprise and snap their head over to the man, one blue eye peering out through the shadows of their hoodie “This is private property that you are trespassing on.” Vlad informs tersely.

The teen jerks away from the trashcan and promptly bolts, running off in the opposite direction of the strange old man that's just snuck up on them. They don't get very far before they trip over their own feet and fall gracelessly to the ground with a curse.

Vlad blinks at the scene, internally swearing he'd seen the kid's foot partially sink into the ground when they'd tumbled. Narrowing his eyes, he steps over to the teen as they push themself back up to their feet and start trying to run again.

He shoots his hand out and grabs their shoulder “And just where do you think you're going?” he asks, earning only an angry grunt in response as the kid twists around in an attempt to wrench their arm free, which happens surprisingly easily, almost too easily.

The teen even seems surprised by how easily they've freed themself, judging by how they stumble backwards, their hood falling back to reveal a head of messy black hair with a stark white forelock dangling over their face..

Which is riddled with bright green pustules.

Vlad's eyes widen at the sight “That's..” he breathes.

The teen starts to run away again.

“Wait!” Vlad exclaims, shooting his hand out again and snagging their hood, causing them to let out a choked yelp as they're suddenly yanked back.

“Let me go!” the teenage boy, judging by the voice, demands as he struggles against the elder man's grip.

“Oh, no.” Vlad responds, fighting against the boy's thrashing as best he can with his random bouts of intangibility “You're not going anywhere!”

The boy growls angrily and his eyes flicker between blue and green for a second. He squeezes them shut, seeming to struggle against something internally as sparks of light flitter around his waist, trying to form a ring.

After a moment of both physical and psychological fighting, the boy's growling turns into a shout and the light ring forms fully and brightly.

Vlad blinks against the flash and finds himself essentially scruffing the neck of a now clear faced and mostly white haired boy in an oddly familiar looking blue and pink costume.

He can't help but chuckle to himself as he leans away from a swipe of the teen's new claws and sets a hand on his hip.

“Daniel is never going to believe this!” he comments.

Submitted Prompts #45

Vlad finds Jason, fresh out of the Pit and horribly sick with Lazarus corruption, in his backyard.

He’s not at all surprised when Danny doesn’t believe the story behind his newly adopted, definitely-not-cloned, Halfa.

[sashi-ya]

東京 NIGHTS mini event

𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓂃 ࣪˖ okkotsu yuuta x fem! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. some years have passed since the incident; he moved overseas, you stayed... however, you never forgot, and you always waited

requested by: Anon ➡ hi sash, I saw you love Yuta so can I ask for our sweet boy with a fem! reader and the prompt "meet me at Hachiko statue in 3 yeas"? thank you! tw: sfw. sweet, romantic. fluffy. based on Hachiko's and his story. there might be a second part of this story, with 18+ cont. You can tell me if you want me to post it ~ wc: 1.4k masterlist

“Meet me three years from now at the Hachiko Statue” “Shibuya? Again?”

Three years have passed, the incident left your hearts barely hanging from the tiny strings of an undeveloped love.

Waiting, day after day. Night after night.

A light rain plays a soft melody against the transparent surface of your umbrella. Your lips tremble, even if you fight for your façade to look as serious as possible. The doors of the subway station feel like the holy tori of a sanctuary; after all that happened some years ago, looking at the “to Shibuya” signs still makes you dizzy.

You watch youngsters coming back from school, other enjoying themselves as they probably get ready to visit karaoke bars tonight. And you remember that you used to be exactly the same as them… even if from the corner of your eye, creatures of many different types appeared to make you late.

This time, however, there was no creature. No curse. No ghost. But only the feeling of what once happened there. How many of you have lost much more than what you could remember…

You check your phone; no message from Okkotsu still. Will he be there? At least, is he in Tokyo at all?

You swallow and swipe the card on the ticket gate; the “beep” allows you to keep walking, but the sound of your heart beating fast covers it all. Soon enough, the subway train arrives perfectly in time, and letting other people go in first, you find a seat waiting just for you.

Once again, you check your phone. Nothing.

“He is not coming, why am I doing this? he probably forgot about me and this, and I can’t blame him…”

Sweaty palms make your phone get steam marks on its screen, but you don’t mind. Your leg bounces softly, the music in your earphones have absolutely no importance to you right now.

You close your eyes, wondering how he looks like now. Does he still have those dark beautiful circles under his eyes? The little reddish hint that always made him look as he had just stopped crying? The blackest messy hair, or maybe his narrow frame… “I just hope you haven’t forget about me, even if you don’t come”  

It takes very little for the subway to finally reach Shibuya station. Or maybe it was just you lost in time, that you didn’t notice.

As you walk up the stairs of infinite steps, you begin to feel the soft breeze of the busiest crosswalk in the world. It cools off your cheeks, already burning because Yuuta has always been your secret crush.

The rain has stopped, and there are just some pools on the ground reflecting the neon lights of the newly reconstructed Shibuya… this place used to look a lot different a few years ago.

The beat of the traffic lights sounds synchronize with your heart beating; the laughter of young people, the imagery of couples joining after work, the memories of painful and bloody happenings… everything surrounds you, turning your quivering legs a lot more weak than before.

You check your phone one last time before crossing; you need to get to the statue of Hachiko. That was your meeting point. Such a curious choice you had; Hachiko waited for his owner at the station until he died, because he knew one day he would come back…

As you cross, your eyes scan for the place. Looking at the faces of every man you could find, your disappointment grows bigger and bigger. None of them are him; none of them will be either.

You decide to wait for 10 minutes. Nothing more. Nothing less.

A few tourists stop you once you get to the statue, distracting you. They need to know their way to a certain restaurant, so you take your time to help them. But when they are finally gone, you are back to your loneliness.

“I’m going to check my phone one last time…” you think; unblocking your device. Nothing; again. “Yes, you are not coming… I hope you are fine, Yuuta” you whisper, low enough just for you to hear it.

With your head lowered, defeated, you begin to walk away. The rain has started to fall again, but you don’t even care to open your umbrella. It’s ok if your hair gets wet. It’s ok if your make up fades.

You wait at the traffic light to turn to green, you only want to hop on the station of your nightmares to go back home. Once and for all.

As the mass begins to move, and you put a foot on the street, something catches your attention.

A big bouquet of purple flowers covers the face of a tall man asking to forgive him while he opens his way through the crowd.

“Ah… lucky girl. Late but at least with such a big bouquet…” you smile, with your eyes turning a little shiny from incipient tears.

“(Name)!!” he screams, the moment that flower man reaches you. He bumps into you with the flowers, and he has yelled your name. You blink repeatedly, only looking at the hand holding the bouquet. A silver ring shines on his hand, and it makes you shiver…

There, right in the middle of Shibuya cross, under now a pouring rain, the shy face of a man sprouts from in between beautiful purple flowers.

“(Name)! My flight was delayed, but I wanted to buy you this before I came. I’m sorry, I am so happy you didn’t leave” he chimes, with a soft smile that hasn’t changed. He is a man now, stronger, taller, mature… but Yuuta is still the softest little boy you once met at the academy.

Your lower lip shakes like a leaf, and the tears start going down your cheeks. Maybe the rest won’t notice because of the rain, but Yuuta does. You can’t speak, no words come out of your mouth.

Violently crying now, you let yourself fall into his arms. The bouquet hangs from his hand to the side, while you nuzzle on the crook of his neck.

“(Name), don’t cry! I am here! are you ok?!!” he desperately asks, hugging you hard against his chest.

You sniffle and nod, inhaling his sweet perfume. Another thing that hasn’t changed a bit; his skin scent has always been the same. Even if the times you were able to enjoy it were barely twice, you can’t forget it.

“I… I thought you had forgotten” you murmur, as both walk hugging back to the sidewalk.

“Wh-what? I’ve been counting the days to see you again” he whispers, with his lips resting on the crown of your head. “How could I forget? I missed you so much”

You look up searching for his eyes, a sweet beam garnishes your face. He still has those dark circles; he still has that enchanting pouty lips. “You haven’t changed a bit, Yuta…” you whisper, allowing the warmth of his embrace to protect you from anything around.

He giggles, that pure laughter that makes you melt. “And here I thought I was getting older… you did, however, change (Name)…” he says, kissing your forehead after.

You gasp, the old Yuuta would have had a stroke before even kissing you. Or at least his cheeks would have become as red as tomatoes – to say the least.

“You look even more beautiful than before” he finishes, leaving you absolutely breathless.

You swiftly look around him; you don’t want to get killed by Rika. Once you positively check you are safe, you stretch your neck to reach for his lips.

Your mouth lingers closer to his, so close they can even touch but not quite yet. The warmth of his breath caressing your lips, yours doing the same thing to his. Maybe you just wait for him to kiss you, or maybe both want to enjoy the little previous moments of something that you’ve been waiting even before than you two met for the very first time.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand to your cheek. The soft caress, the cold touch of the ring grazing your skin… please do…

You nod, pouting just enough to meet his crashing lips. Both closed your eyes just when your eyes could see into each other’s, just when it was time to feel rather than see…

Your first kiss, and then another, and another. And the tourists taking pictures, because what’s more beautiful than a couple joining after years right by the statue of Hachiko who waited only moved by pure love?  💖