#prompt : fanboy

[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #51

Damian would like it on the record that this is Todd's fault. If Todd hadn't encouraged Damian to start making fan art, he wouldn't be in this mess. Stupid Todd, Damian should've known better than to listen to him.

But here he was, blushing like mad as he nervously asked his favorite author to sign the fan art he had made for his book. He was such an idiot! Danny Fenton surely would be-

"Oh this is amazing! Do you have any prints I can buy off of you?"

Damian will swear up and down he did not faint.

[hana-no-seiiki]

SINGER/POPSTAR! DARLING: *singing very ominous, detailed lyrics about unaliving*

YANDERE! SUPERFAN: YESSSS SLAYYYY!!! KILL THAT EX OF YOURS!!! IM HERE!!! IM WAITING!!! YESSSSS!!!

[wondersinwaynemanor]

some Red Hood's men discussion

Man 1: I heard the boss is a redhead and he uses this special shampoo to make sure his hair don't fall off. His helmet keeps his hair healthy.

Man 2: That's possible. But probably cus he's old, his hair is falling out. And he uses a flip phone, right? I think the boss must be old, like nearing 50's. He doesn't know modern technology.

Man 3: Ah, man, fuck the rich and their technology. But hear this out. I think the boss is secretly a meta. I saw him get stabbed by the chest, but didn't even bleed out. And look how ridiculously tall he is!

Man 4: Nah, dude, we're just weak and short as fuck compared to him. But what if the boss is actually a writer? I mean, we've seen those large shelves of books in his office. I'm sure he doesn't only read, but also write, right?

Man 5: Hmmm, maybe. The boss is smart as fuck. But you won't be ready for this? Cus I swear to God, I've heard someone say he's a fan of Wonder Woman. I think I've seen a Wonder Woman poster in his office.

Man 6: Huh? I don't blame him. Wonder Woman is beautiful and hot as fuck-

Red Hood, voice so loud and deep, which scares his men: What are you ladies gossiping about? Get your lazy asses back to work! You better make sure you know how this lead goes tonight cus if not. Well, it will be bloody.

Man 1: Sorry, boss.

Man 2: On it, boss.

Man 3: Right away, boss.

Once the Red Hood turns around from his men, he checks his flip phone to read the message from Nightwing about when will Wonder Woman be visiting the Manor for brunch so he can get her to sign his new Wonder Woman merch.

turns out Red Hood's men are only right about the Wonder Woman one, but who knows. he actually might be a writer too.

[agreatandhonorablesoldier]

incorrect quotes 13/? Daggers edition

[blue-avis]

DC X DP

Ok, this is a random crack thought I want to unleash into the world.

So, Constantine was the lead singer and a songwriter for the band Mucous Membrane in the 70s. And it is barely remembered despite being, from what I can tell, an ok/good band for the time, even if John thinks they were shit. I mean they:

Got consistent gigs around London for three years

Able to get enough money for a music video when music videos were nascent,

They got a interview with a British music newspaper

After they disbanded they continued to have a cult fallowing

There was a attempted documentary

The underground XS Magazine wanted an interview with Constantine

What if Ember somehow got her hands on a recording of one of their songs in life? It could have even been the reason she wanted to be a rockstar.

Mucous Membrane’s music will sometimes play in Ember’s layer, and Danny asks who it is because the song just slaps when you are anyone or anything with a connection to the occult. Ember starts happily telling Danny everything she knows about them and that the only member that is still living is John Constantine.

Danny starts listening to them which gets a lot more ghosts to listen to them out of curiosity. Mucous Membrane becomes the most popular band among ghosts.

This can lead to a lot of shenanigans.

Maybe Danny is summoned and instead of getting this unintelligible monster, the JL gets a excited 14 year old asking for Johns autograph and if he would be willing to sing for him.

Maybe after John kicks it he gets roped into performing with his old band mate for the ghost king and thousands of other ghosts.

Maybe Danny hunts John down wanting to get a autograph for both himself and Ember, just popping up in a meeting and giving everyone a heart attack.

The possibilities are endless!

[x-emeraldsky-x]

TobiDei Week 2024: Day 1 - Fanboy

// @tobideiweek

[minnesota-fats]

The Manson’s and the Wayne’s are distant cousins and when bruce gets a call from his cousin Jeramy that they need somewhere to send his daughter to for the summer so she could experience more from the world. Bruce thinks why not and says yes.

Fast forward to the day she arrives, everyone is nervous, damian is angry because this random unknown (“she’s not an unknown, damian, she is your cousin who we have already researched”-Dick) teen girl living in the manor.

They were expecting some snobby rich kid and instead got a chaotic Goth chick who didn’t want to be here either.

Her and Damian become besties, Sam the cool older cousin and Damian the angry duckling that follows her around because she also likes animals and swords (even though I feel sam would be more into blunt force weapons)

With in the first day, Sam figured out that bruce was batman and found her way into the bat cave(used context clues when she followed a sleep deprived Tim) because she cant keep her nose out of anything. And at dinner looks bruce in the eye and says, “so, your Batman.” To everyone’s horror.

Tim dying because she is like an older meaner Damian but less stabby

Dick is excited that the baby of the family has made a friend

Cass likes Sam and teaches her to blend into the shadows

Jason thinks is hilarious until she points out that she can feel that he had died then immediately likes he again when she manages to sucker punch the Joker after he called her little girl.

Bruce has a migraine

Thats not even including the ghost shenanigans that could happen!!!

Like also at dinner sam just looks at bruce, “so, why hasnt the justice leauge come and visited amity park. We called you guys enough times that you’d think you guys would at least send over someone to just take a look at all the ghosts”

And everyone just looks at her like, “wait what now?

[stealingyourbones]

My offering is a deer jaw I found when I was campingANYway, tall Danny that idolizes the red hood!! Jason while tall, looks at this teenager/young adult towering over him and absolutely FREAKING out because “OHMYGOD ARE YOU THE RED HOOD???? OMG I CANT BELIVEHIMYNAMESDANNYANDYOURMYFAVORITEHERO-“ Jason has barely enough time to register the word hero when “JAZZ GET OVER HERE ITS THE RED HOOD!!!!” And suddenly there’s two people who have no right to be this tall and he has NO clue what’s going on

Most people in Gotham have an unspoken code to not interact with the heroes when they see them day to day.

If they see Red Robin with three ventis surrounding him as he's slumped in a coffee shop corner booth dead asleep? they leave him alone and let him rest.

If they see Red Hood in the library reading a book? They stay clear 10ft from the man and let him do his reading.

Having an overexcited fan isn't only uncommon in Gotham, but it simply hasn't happened to Red Hood before.

[tgm-all4one]

On May 27, 2022, Top Gun: Maverick was released exclusively into theaters. Almost overnight, it became a cultural phenomenon with a fandom of individuals from all over the globe who loved the movie and its characters.

One of the fantastic things about the TG and TGM fandom is the diverse and innovative creators who have used these movies as inspiration for their art. Whether that be in the form of writing, fanart, GIFs, moodboards, edits, etc, we have all taken the same 4 hours and 1 minute of film to create unbelievably varied and original content. And that is what this challenge is about.

What is the "It's not the prompt. It's the creator." challenge?

The idea behind the "It's not the prompt. It's the creator." challenge is to show that even though we might all use similar tropes or AUs, or create GIFs of the same scenes, or use the same moodboard themes, it is our own personal creativity, innovation, and preferences that make our work unique.

So unlike other challenges, everyone will be using the exact same prompt. That's it. One prompt. And an unlimited amount of participants.

And yes, there will probably be art that is similar (either the tropes, themes, characters, etc), however the point is to show that even when two creators have similar independent ideas, their final creation is unique because they put their own original spin on it that only they could do.

What is the prompt?

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of Top Gun: Maverick being released, the prompt is:

"Last summer was one no one could ever forget. Now, a year later, character(s) still feel(s) the effects of that time."

Be as creative as you want and feel free to use any characters from Top Gun (1986) and/or Top Gun: Maverick (2022). Also, while the prompt says a year has passed, there is no set time your art has to be set. It can be pre-canon, post-canon, during-canon, and AU setting, etc. Whatever inspires you!

What is allowed?

Whatever you want. It can be SFW, NSFW, slash, reader insert, OC, no relationship, poly, AU, fluff, smut, angst, whump, etc.

You can also use whatever your preferred medium is to fill the prompt. Writing, artworks, GIF sets, edits, moodboards, playlists, Pinterest boards, etc. Or think out of the box and build a scene out of Legos, make a stop-motion video, draw a flipbook. Whatever inspires you and your creativity! If you created it, it counts.

And there are no minimums or maximums limits for words, time, number of GIFs, etc. Just however much or little you want to share, even if it is still a WIP.

There are only three requirements:

TAG YOUR WORK APPROPRIATELY so others can filter out what they might not be comfortable with. Each post will be checked before being reblogged, however, mistakes can be made so please tag them correctly.

You must be 18+ to participate. Due to the freedom of the event and the fact NSFW content is allowed, only those 18 or older may participate. And if your blog does not have any age indicated on it (18+, 20s, over 21, 35, etc.), your post will not be reblogged. I am very sorry to any minors hoping to participate at this time.

No AI resources can be used as part of a submission. While AI can create cool works of art, they aren't your works of art. As that is the point of this challenge, it will not be permitted.

When does the event take place?

The event will start on Saturday, May 27 and run until Saturday, June 4. However, if you can't finish in time and post after that, this blog will try its best to still reblog your work whenever you feel ready to post.

How do we submit our work?

You can do this one of two ways:

Post your work on your blog as usual and tag @tgm-all4one. Also, tag the post with #tgm all4one. It will then be reblogged here throughout the week.

Submit a post to this blog using the "Submit your papers" button in the blog header. As long as it is tagged correctly, the blog will then post it throughout the week.

There is also an AO3 collection if you prefer to share over there. Please check the FAQ page for the link.

Please check out the FAQ page if you have any questions and please feel free to reach out either through an ask or DM if you have any questions! There is also a condensed version of this post here for quick reference.

I am excited to see what everyone comes up with and happy Top Gun: Maverick anniversary!

[callsignsweetheart]

Kinktober

Here's my contribution to the kinktober prompts. Feel free to use but tag for credit!

. I'll probs post every other day. If ya'll on the world wide tumblr are interested, let me know!

This is my Top Gun: Maverick List. So please only request characters from TGM. I'm most comfy writing Jake, Bradley, Bob, Javy, Rubeun, Mickey, and Beau.

Praise kink

Age gap

Face fucking

Boss/employee

Reunion sex

Body worship

Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation

Soft sex

Bondage

Mirror Sex

Cockwarming

Erotic Photos

Toys

Public Sex

Breeding

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #39

Out of all the ways that Tim could be recognized in public, he wasn't prepared to be recognized from his fanvids.

But, when he's out and about in a random small town on an assignment, he gets approached by a goth girl with excitement in her eyes.

"Oh my god, are you Terminericalien? From TikTok? The one who makes those fanvids about the Trinity of Doom?"

His siblings are never gonna let him live this down once they find those videos.

[notroosterbradshaw]

100 different kisses #100 w/ Fanboy (bc we’re starved of Fanboy content and I love Danny Ramirez)

PROMPT: 100. 'it's always been you' kisses

please be gentle, this is not my thing in the slightest, so please be kind and let me know what you think? A series of moments with Mickey, in ficlet form.

thank you for this, darling heart @dhwanishah09 this is completely gratuitous because I cannot break away from Danny’s long hair so it’s on him. be kind to me, I’m branching a little too far out of my comfort zone xx

It starts innocuously. Predictably. 

A weekender to a Mexican beachside border town with friends with more beer and tequila than you know what to do with. A cute boy and some of his buddies skipping the border with 36 hours to burn, a holiday fling that changes the course of your life? 

Yes. 

You feel it before you know what it is. A warmth floods you and it feels like hands tenderly caressing your back, you turn to face... nothing. But the warmth remains. And then you look up and see him. See him looking back at you across the room while he sips his beer. He has an open smile, he knows you’re looking at him and you know you’re smiling as bold as he is.

Your heart is racing, your palms are clammy, and you know his must be too. Because the warmth that emanates from him you now feel it all over. He moves to you without hesitation and he knows that he’s never felt so confident. It’s not the alcohol, it’s not the idea of a cheap holiday fuck. 

It’s you. 

“I’m Mickey,” he smiled, his dark hair is cropped and his eyes are so open and genuine, they feel like home to you so many miles away from where you should be, as he offered you his calloused palm. His incredible grin widens across his clear features like he knew it but you just confirmed it for him. His teeth are perfect and momentarily distract you into an incoherent reply, you tried again, giving him your name. He laughs quietly as your friend gets between you and introduces you to him properly. Everything he ever needed to know. And lastly?

Single. 

You were so terribly embarrassed and he laughs, he likes that emotion on you and how it clouds your features. 

His friends thrust more shots before you and before you realise what’s happening, you’re making out with the fresh-faced Naval recruit much to the hooting and hollering of his friends in the middle of the dance floor of the beach-side bar. 

“Leave with me,” he pleads, nudging his head towards the water lapping the shoreline, your fingers linked with his. 

“Anywhere,” you told him. Anytime, any place, you want to add. This wasn’t you. You were cautious, thoughtful, a good girl who didn’t give it up to pretty boys on the pretence of going into war zones but as he leads you into the sand a little while away from the fanfare, you’re not scared. He’s gentle, considerate, and unexpectedly cheeky. 

Laying down in the sand and staring up at more stars than you’d seen in your entire lifetime, it’s not long before the conversation is forgotten and you’re kissing each other frenetically. That’s how strong the pull is, that you can’t stop and you don’t want to stop because as much as you could blame it on the alcohol, you were as sober as a judge, your body, heart and soul knowing that this was what would define you in years to come. 

You want to kiss him, you want to touch and do all those things you shouldn’t because you’re here with your friends and you’ve ditched them for this beautiful boy who maybe, just maybe, as enamoured by you as you are with him. When you roll to sit on his waist, his strong hands grip your hips and he asks if this is what you want.

And you willingly take everything he gives you. 

“‘I’m in town, I don’t even know where in the world you are’,” you say aloud as you type. You hadn’t seen him in so long. You’d never made anything official or serious, but you knew in time... “‘Miss you and hope you’re around for a drink between friends?’”

You know he’s probably not around, but when your phone lights up and says he ships out at dawn, you are already giving him your hotel details and running for the shower.

You meet his friends, his detachment, he called them. It seemed cold but they seemed harmless. He needs you to meet Payback.

“All this call sign business, Mickey,” you laugh softly. “Tell me what you’ve never told me before.”

He almost blushes as he sits on his stool, keeping you close as you preferred to stand between his knees, his hands tracing the seams of your underwear against your hip under your sundress. The one he took off you that night at the beach those years ago. His favourite, the one you’d only dare wear for him and the only one you’d want him to take off.

“Fanboy,” he admits as you giggle quietly.

“My darling nerd,” you say as he explains the ins and out of how he got his call sign and those of his friends around that he knew. 

“This is Reuben,” Mickey tells you as he keeps his arm around your waist. It means a lot for him to introduce you because he flies with Rueben and they are the perfect 1-2 jab. Rueben is kind and you understand why Mickey gets along with him so well. You figure out pretty quickly why Mickey thinks Hangman is a douche, why Rooster is misunderstood and Phoenix leads. 

He doesn’t let you go all night and when he walks you back to your hotel room well after last call in the early hours of the next day, he tells you he’s never been on a mission like this and he hopes one day he can see you again. You swear you’ve felt your heart stop and he buries his forehead in your shoulder all the while you beg yourself not to fall apart for this wonderful man before you. He doesn’t need that on the eve of something that is clearly terrifying him. 

“Can you stay?” you asked him, raising your eyes to his and yours searching the deep brown pools.

“I can’t stay long. I don’t want you to think that I’m here for a cheap fuck and then I leave,” he admitted, his eyes dropping.

“It’s never cheap, Mickey,” you tell him quietly as you turn your back to him and he sees the zip, the zip he’s downed so many nights before. 

“What do I have to do to get you to stay?” Mickey asked, his delicate fingers brushing the strap of your sundress off your shoulder and replacing his lips with it. “What do I have to say to stop us being a series of moments, muñequita, and being forever instead?”

“Tell me you love me again,” you teased as his lips traced to your wildly racing pulse and your fingers were lost to his wild curls. The curls you’d missed terribly. Growing slowly, flourishing delightfully. This man before you. 

“Mi vida... Eres tú. Siempre has sido tú,” Mickey whispered into your skin. “After all this time... there’s no one else. Don’t you get that?” 

“I love you, Mickey,” you told him, using your finger to drag him by the chin back to your face. He licked his lips, tenderly kissing you, reminding you that all along... 

“Quiero estar contigo... Mi corazón es tuyo. All these years, and I knew from the moment I saw you - no, felt you, that this was all I was ever gonna need. Say yes, be mine and let’s start the rest of our lives together before we waste more time.”  

“Yes,” you breathed, as he eased you back and kissed you. “Love me,” you say like a mantra and Mickey knows because he’s always known. Just like you. It’s always been you. 

A/N: the tag list no longer exists. To keep up to date, give @notroosterbradshaw-library a follow and turn on notifications x Thank you for being so sweet to have a gander @almostgenerallyalways xx

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Wondermom and young Jason prompt

one of the favorite things young Jason loved about being Robin was visiting the Watchtower with Batman. Jason loved being up there as it gave him the sense of flight, seeing stars and different aircrafts on the sky. so close; he swore he could touch them.

but what struck him the most was when he first met Wonder Woman. she's the most beautiful and captivating and strongest ; the literal perfect hero Jason has ever seen. when Wonder Woman flew to the cafeteria, giving Jason a soft smile with her comforting voice, he was blushing hard that he wanted to hide under Batman's cape. Jason was eating cereal and Wonder Woman wiped a few crumbs on his mouth. she called him "little prince" and asked him what's it like being Robin. he remembered she sat close to Batman, their arms brushing against each other. Jason took a mental note to ask B about that later tonight.

Wonder Woman has also saved Jason plenty of times.

one of those nights was when Jason and Bruce had an argument. Jason climbed down the window of his bedroom. he ran to the streets of Crime Alley. he thought he hated Bruce, he thought he didn't love his life at the manor, and he thought he wasn't worthy to be Robin. he smashed his distress signal and tracker, leaving Bruce clueless as to where he was.

the person who found him that night was Wonder Woman, who volunteered to help Batman. she noticed how stressed and not in his self Batman was when they had a Justice League meeting earlier.

Wonder Woman scooped Jason in her arms, finding him on an abandoned building, where he was smoking. she flew them to her apartment where she made sure he was warm.

"Diana, why did you look for me? I'm not worthy. I shouldn't even be Robin."

Diana hugged Jason and kissed his forehead, "My little prince, you are worthy. You're strong and smart, and it's sad you don't even realize it. Bruce just gets upset sometimes because he cares for you. That's what love is. It may be hard to understand at first, but you can feel it."

young Jason felt warmer than he ever did despite the cold weather outside.

from outside the window, Batman watched Diana embrace his son with an odd yet comforting and welcoming warmth on his chest.

[jungle-angel]

Hey!! Definitely up for the prompt 'let me warm you up' with Fanboy!!

LEA!!!!! You've just given me a gorgeous gem that I shall in turn, gift to you (lol).

"Alright sweetheart, in, in" Mickey urged.

The frigid weather had left you both running from the truck to the house, slamming the door shut as soon as Mickey had crossed the threshold. Dante, Mickey's little black Xolo dog, lifted his head from the warm pile of pillows on the couch, cocking his head to the side before jumping to the floor and rushing to greet the both of you.

"Jeez Dante," Mickey chuckled. "Way to get the door for us."

Dante yipped and ran right back to the couch, but you were an absolute shuddering mess. "Here baby, let me warm you up," he said, guiding you to the couch.

Under the knitted blankets you went with Mickey piling them on you while Dante slipped into your lap and plopped himself in his favorite spot.

"Anything you wanna watch?" he asked.

"Planes, Trains and Automobiles doesn't sound half bad," you answered.

"Done and done."

Mickey pulled up his watchlist and hit play on the movie before heading straight to the kitchen to brew something in the coffee maker. In a few short minutes he was back with two mugs full of dark, steaming liquid that was a little on the thick side.

"Oooh what's this?" you asked.

"My own version of hot chocolate," Mickey answered. "Hazelnut coffee with a melted Hershey bar in it."

You were surprised at how sweet and tasty it was, melting on your tongue and warming it up. "Where'd you get this one from?"

"Mis abuelos," Mickey answered. "My grandfather used to make hot chocolate with cheese it it when I was little."

You laughed a little, taken aback at the surprise, but you loved hearing the story behind it and how it all came back to Mickey's grandparents. "You know," you told him. "I'd love to try it someday."

"You sure?"

"Never to old to start new traditions," you told him before you leaned in for a kiss which Mickey gladly returned.

[rae-gar-targaryen]

HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO WRITE ALL OF MY FICS ABOUT HIM??????