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Duane Street December, Day 13: Little Newsies

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Prompt 38: Break (Royalty Part 3)

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Finally, after so many months, they're back. I might make another part of these two before I move on but, who knows. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: Estelle's first day living a new life in the giant kingdom. Things look gloomy for her but, perhaps her safest company is the one she most used to fear.

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Estelle did not sleep that night.

Yes, the prince conveyed his true intentions when he said he would not bother her. He kept his word as he lowered her in front of her new house and let her be by herself for the night.

And yes, the dollhouse exuded luxury. Its intricate decorations carved in marble or wood. But the furniture's rough finishing gave away the fact that a giant made the structure. A sumptuous, plush bed lay at the center of her new bedroom, even bigger than the one back at her home.

Yet, Estelle tossed and turned while her heartbeat rocked faster against her chest. She closed her eyes, but shot them wide open when a tremor shook the house. Or when she heard the creaking of metal springs from the prince's bed when he moved on it. Every single amplified noise from the giant made her shudder. The sultry air increased her shortness of breath.

She turned on the bed for the millionth time that night, reaching for her doll, but her arm met empty space. She forgot to bring it alongside her suitcase.

Estelle's arm slumped, gripping the sheet of the bed instead. She buried her head in the thick fabric of the pillow.

'That's right, I am the doll instead.'

At least her mother and father would have a recollection of their daughter's favorite toy.

Her mother and father. When could Estelle hope to see them again?

She felt tears welling up her eyes, but she blinked them down. Gulping down her sobs, again and again, when they clogged in her throat. No, she was not going to cry again. She was a brave girl, wasn't she?

Then, why couldn't tears stop falling down her face? Why couldn't she stop crying?

As if a dam had broken, Estelle hiccupped and sobbed, wetting the pillow with her bitter tears. She missed home, she missed her family. And at the moment, even the thought of glancing at the giant sent shivers down her spine.

Because he reminded her of the reality that has fallen upon her.

Here in the land of the giants, Estelle was no princess. She was no person. Only a toy for their amusement. The conversation with Alaric stirred hope but, how long until he gets bored of her and treats her like an object?

On her first night at the Giants' Kingdom, Estelle wept until dawn came.

Unbeknownst to her, laid on the bed, Alaric could hear every whimper from the little princess.

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When the birds chirped outside and the room brightened from the rising sun, Estelle got up from her bed. She approached the cloudy mirror in the room, and gasped. Her eyes appeared baggy from the lack of sleep, and her hair doubled in volume and frizz, braids undone. The purple dress she wore wrinkled, a result of not changing into her sleeping clothes. Estelle sighed. The reflection in the mirror looked as miserable as the torrent of emotions inside her. Tears resurfaced in her eyes again, but she blinked them away, and took a deep breath. She needed a bath, and water, and food. She combed her hair and, after finishing it, walked through the dollhouse. But when she opened the cabinets, insects and emptiness met her. She turned on the washroom's hose, but no running water came out.

‘Of course, there’s no food or water’. They made that house with toys in mind, not for a human like her. Estelle felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Hunger? Fear? It resurfaced again, harder this time.

No, she had no other choice.

She'd have to ask the giant prince.

The silent room got loud, as the theavy footfalls shook the house. The chandelier swung on the ceiling above her. Estelle's heartbeat hammered against her ribcage, her breathing frantic.

How will she handle this for the rest of her life?

"Princess, are you awake?"

Alaric's whisper thundered in her ears, his silvery, flat voice echoing around her. Having to face those wide, brown eyes as they scrutinized her diminutive frame, feeling the timbre of the prince's vocal cords... No, she deemed such a task impossible, like a knight without armor challenging a dragon. But she had to go out and face him, in order to at least drink water and have a bath, like a decent person would.

The realization of her overdependence on these giants sank deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you in need of anything?" - he spoke as if reading her mind. Did he have a nagging feeling? Or was he already breaking his part of their deal?

Regardless, Estelle would have to show herself to him.

With shaking steps, she went to the second floor and reached the balcony, stepping out towards the massive room outside. From where she stood on, Estelle faced the prince's desk, while he and the bed remained out of her field of vision.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled.

"Y-your highness." She whispered in a squeaky voice. No response. The prince would not hear her at this volume. She mustered up courage again, heartbeat accelerated.

"Your highness!" She shouted in a tremulous voice.

Thunderous footsteps amplified as the prince approached her, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart leapt to her throat. Do giants not realize how terribly loud they sounded? The booming steps stopped when a wall of thick, navy blue velvet covered Estelle's vision. It crumpled as he lowered and revealed large, curious brown eyes.

"You're awake." Alaric spoke in the same monotone voice, although his eyes contained a subtle glint of wonder.

Estelle took another heavy breath. It's okay. He has been nice to her so far, she needed to trust he would continue being so.

She had no other choice.

"I... U-um, yes. I... I need something. I'd like some water. There's no water inside here. M-maybe a bath too..."

Her meek voice stuttered the words as she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Would he be annoyed that she was ordering him around?

"Oh... Right." The prince's fading tone of voice caught her attention, and she looked up. His face remained emotionless, but the rosy tint on his cheeks hinted at his embarrassment.

What an odd reaction.

"I should have figured this out sooner, it's a dollhouse, after all." Alaric rubbed his nose with a hand. "I'll talk to a maid."

Alaric rose and strode out of his room, closing the door with an ear-splitting sound. Estelle stood on the balcony, shocked at how easily he accepted her request. Her heart slowed down to a normal pace.

Although the memory of that embarrassed expression made her heart flutter.

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'Of course the princess would need basic living conditions'. How could he be so foolish? And of course his father would not provide those. Alaric strode through the lengthy halls. The princess needed to feel comfortable, or she would not be willing to share anything with him. She was already skittish as she is.

Alaric had a hard time sleeping that night. Having a human prisoner in his room contained its fair share of discomfort. But his mood improved a little at the prospect of knowing more about humans. And upon looking at the princess, who looked so small and delicate, yet acted brave and willing to speak to him, his curiosity increased more and more. So, if he wanted to get any information out of her, he needed to make her feel well adjusted to life at the new palace.

He found a maid in the corridor, who greeted him with a curtsy.

"Your Highness, good morning. Breakfast is being prepared, and will arrive shortly at the great hall.”

"I have a request for you. Come with me."

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Estelle was floating.

The warm water rushed over her head as she dived inside the basin. If she closed her eyes and paid attention only to the sound of rushing water, she could imagine she was back at her palace.

When she resurfaced to breathe, Estelle wished to remain her eyes closed.

"Is the water temperature to your liking, human?" the booming voice stirred Estelle out of her daydream. The giant maid set a massive towel beside the basin, which settled over the stone ground.

'Princess Estelle, not just some "human,"' she thought. But would correcting a massive being even be worth it? The immensity of the giant maid's face intimidated her enough to succumb to fear-induced submissiveness.

She muttered a timid "yes", and the maid let her be inside the washroom.

"Very well. When you're finished, shout out my name".

And the maid stomped out of the room, closing the door with a deafening clink and making her ears ring from the sound. But when the place finally went silent, she sighed in relief. The princess let herself relax, leaving her anxious and painful thoughts behind.

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After she finished her bath, Estelle got dressed with an elegant, but stiff, basil green dress. She combed each lock of hair until they felt soft against her touch, braiding two of her strands. The texture of her silky locks and the smoothness of her skin filled Estelle with new energy and vigor. Simple, external actions like this could renovate her strength.

Now it came to the matter of calling the giant.

"It's alright, I've done this before." She said to herself. Deep breaths, in and out. She could do it.

"I'm finished!"

Loud stomps rattled the floor she was on. No, Estelle would never get used to this feeling. The door clicked and opened, its towering wood creaking under the force of the maid. Without further word, she kneeled, sending another tremor through the ground...

And snatched Estelle into a first.

"AAH!" the princess screamed, the pressure of the hand expelling air from her lungs. The muscles at her waist burned as the rough, calloused digits tightened around it. She clutched her eyes shut as she left the floor, screaming loud for help. But the maid paid no attention to her pleas.

Why, why would she treat her like that? What has she even done to anger that giant?!

"Let me go! Help!" She yelled from the top of her lungs, to no avail. A thumb pressed against her face, reducing her words to muffled begging.

"Stop bothering the inhabitants of this place." Said the giantess, as she strode out of the washroom, shaking the human with her careless steps.

Shortage of breaths. The air became scarcer as seconds tickled by and the clink and clank of giant heels echoed in the large, infinite corridors. Spinning, everything twisted and turned and blurred as the room, the hand, everything spun around her. Nausea gathered at the pit of her stomach and bile rose in her throat, meeting the hard surface of her teeth before she forcibly gulped it down. The mound of flesh pressed harder against her face and obstructed the passage of air. She heaved, panted, scratched her fingers against the skin and begged for air, but it would not fill her desperate lungs. Tears cascaded down her face. Throat dry from unheard screams. No air in her lungs. She's going to die, she's going to die, she's going to-

'Mother! Help, help me please! Mother!-"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A blaring voice blasted inside her ears. The pressure against her sides and mouth loosened. Vision turned dark, but recovered shortly after as she saw blurred shapes of a tanned color. Another hand. But a different one. It was a different one. It allowed her to breathe again, so she did, gasping like a fish snatched from the water. Tears fell on the leathery surface.

"Y-your highness?!" The exasperated voice of the maid boomed in the corridor.

"Haven't I told you to treat her with care?! What do you have to say in your defense?" - Alaric's voice lowered.

The maid crumbled to her hands and knees.

"I'm sorry, your Highness! I'm sorry! Please, forgive me!"

His dark eyes glowered at her.

He's a prince, albeit a young one. He held a level of authority over the servants.

He could punish her the way he seemed fit.

“Take her to the disciplinary chamber.”

A guard approached the maid and lifted her up by her arms. He pushed her towards the opposite direction, her face turning pale as she wobbled away from the prince's sight.

Estelle saw nothing besides a few glimpses of the maid far, far away. Her main priority was to focus on her breathing and stop her tears from falling on the prince's hand. But she heard it, and listening to such commanding words from a royal her age sent her shaking to the core. Never in her mind would Estelle think of acting this way, so... Harsh. Cold. The maid frightened her but, what type of punishment would befall that poor soul? No, she will not think about it or the bile in her stomach would threaten to rise in her throat again.

Alaric said no word as he strode, cradling the princess against his chest. The smooth yet fuzzy texture of velvet fabric pressed against her. Warm, so warm.

The prince, not yet used to carrying humans, rocked Estelle back and forth as he walked. Her heart had not stopped beating loudly against her chest, but... Odd. That feeling of danger, the fear that she would die...

They were gone.

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She trembled. She trembled so much in his hand. Alaric quickened his pace, sending an unseen apologetic look at the human princess. How did it feel to her, being carried over like this?

As for himself, anger threatened to break his composure. Anger at the servant who disobeyed him? Anger that she harmed the human? His human?

Was she his? In a verbatim manner, yes, but that did not feel right.

No. He was only angry at the maid for disobeying orders, that was it. And the princess seemed terrified again, and under heavy stress. So fragile, too fragile. Like a porcelain vase, when a single push makes it fall from its pedestal and it breaks into a million pieces. The small, trembling girl in his hands was alike those broken vases of porcelain.

But he needed her. He needed to know more about these fragile pieces that symbolized the humans. Their culture, mannerisms, looks, the latter so akin to that of a giant's. They held too much untapped potential, hidden history that remained untouched by his kind. She was his key, and he was willing to do what it took to safekeep her.

Alaric opened the door to his room, closed it and locked it. His tutor would have to wait.

He lowered his palm to the desk, and looked at Estelle.

She kept her head down. Tears fell in tiny dots onto the dark wooden table, her tremors clear. She winced as she clutched her side, closing her eyes.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

No response. Only the faint sound of her sobs.

"Answer me." - He hurried her in a softly spoken voice. Rushing the princess weighed on his conscience, but his time was limited, and waiting would not solve their problem.

The princess gasped and sniffed. She turned her head towards him, but still stared down at the desk.

"... Yes. She, grabbed me tightly, I... I couldn't breathe." Her voice turned quiet.

Was he mad? Would he discard her now that she was hurt? Would he injure her more? She gulped again. No, no more sobs, ‘please Estelle, get yourself together!’

'I'm not brave, Mother. I never was...'

"She'll bear the brunt of her actions."

Alaric sounded even, but the gravely undertone of his monotonous voice hinted at his anger. But, upon seeing the princess wincing and looking down, he controlled his tone of voice. He took a deep breath, and exhaled through his nose.

"I told her to handle you with care. And yet, this happened. I'm sorry, princess."

Estelle shot her head up. Did she hear it right? Or has her mind betrayed her?

Her change of behavior surprised Alaric. She acted like he grew another head, or as if he uttered improper words. But, why?

Her strange reaction compelled the prince to repeat what he had said. This time staring at the tiny set of green eyes.

"I'm truly sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. I'm not a physician but, I could bring some poultice to ease the pain."

He reached for the far end of the desk and picked a glass of water, pouring some of the liquid on top of a tea spoon. Alaric then put a saucer next to the glass, with cut pieces of fruit and vegetables.

"I've brought some water, and some food from breakfast too. It's not much, but it can help. Please try to drink and eat some."

With trembling hands, Estelle reached for the tea spoon of water and drank it. It quenched her thirst and soothed the pain from her dry throat. She glanced up at him with wide eyes and, without a word, he poured more water for her.

This giant, the prince, of all people, helped her. When that maid had carried her harshly, the lack of air and the pain all convinced her she would meet her end. However, he prevented those bad outcomes from happening.

Maybe, just maybe, she could hope.

Maybe, just maybe, she could trust him.

After all, even if she currently found herself on top of a giant table, glancing up and up at a giant boy around her age, who watched her with attentive eyes, those striking eyes, which frightened her so at that night when she lost it all...

Despite all that, at least in that moment, he made her feel... Safe.

"Thank you." Estelle's voice, albeit faint and tired, missed the previous trembling it had earlier.

Warmth filled Alaric's heart and soothed his consciousness. Yes, he did the right thing by paying attention to the human and her needs, by treating her like a guest, instead of a toy. A compulsory guest, but... A guest nonetheless. And Estelle gained back some trust towards him. Their agreement was still up.

He just needed a little patience. Humans are broken porcelain vases after all, but...

... He found himself quite fond of putting the pieces back together.

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From an anonymous freeform prompt for SVSSS Action, may I present to you... Delicious in the Abyss! A SVSSS x DunMeshi AU!

More info about the different characters (with some sketches) under the "read more" :

In Delicious in the Abyss, we follow various groups of adventurers as they explore the "abyss" a mysterious place filled with various fauna and monsters. No matter their race or age, most of them have the same goal: becoming the master of the abyss... However, some have a very different idea of how one should explore the abyss. Take for example a certain group led by an elf named Shen Yuan who desires one thing only... eat as many different monsters as possible!

Shen Yuan's party :

Shen Yuan: Elf, 87 y/o, Mage. His wish is to eat and study as many monsters as possible. He started exploring the abyss about twenty years ago, but had to stop abruptly after taking in Luo Binghe. On the surface, his studies seem to merely be for the sake of curiosity... But are they?

Luo Binghe: Tiefling, 63 y/o, Tank (and cook). Thrown into the abyss at the age of 38 (since tieflings are a long-lived race, it means he was about 14), he got stuck in the lowest levels for few years before Shen Yuan saved him. He regards him as his savior (and one true love) and would do anything for him... even if it means cooking the monsters (he hates it, he hates it so much).

Shang Qinghua: Gnome, 87 y/o, Healer. Shen Yuan's oldest friend and the author of many infamous books. He stopped writing them about twenty years ago though, after he started to explore the abyss with Shen Yuan. He seems to be looking for something in the abyss, or rather: someone.

Liu Qingge: Tallman, 26 y/o, Swordsman. One of Shen Yuan's friends. He used to be part of the Cang Qiong guild but left it after a disagreement with one of his colleagues. Now he works for Shen Yuan with his younger sister, Liu Mingyan. "Uh? My goal? Get stronger. Mh."

Liu Mingyan: Tallman, 24 y/o, Swordswoman. Liu Qingge's younger sister, she accompanies him on each of his missions. She got an offer to work with Cang Qion mountain once but refused it once she learned her brother had left the guild. She's quiet but efficient, however, Shang Qinghua suspects that she might stick around for other reasons...

Cang Qiong Guild:

Yue Qingyuan: Tallman, 48 y/o, Tank. The leader of Cang Qiong, he's a respected individual amongst adventurers. However, he seems leniant on the vices of his vice-leader: Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu: Tallman, 40 y/o, Swordman. Vice-leader of Cang Qiong. He's the reason Cang Qiong is exclusively made of tallmen, as he has a strong distate for any other races, especially elves. The only exception to this rule is his adopted daughter: Ning Yingying, a dwarf. He's the one who abandoned Luo Binghe into the abyss after discovering his true nature.

Mu Qingfang: Tallman, 29 y/o, Healer. The group's medic.

Qi Qingqi: Tallman, 31 y/o, Swordswoman. She wanted to create a branch specifically for women in Cang Qiong Guild's but because of Shen Qingqiu's veto on recruiting other races she couldn't make it work.

Ming Fan: Tallman, 19 y/o, Mage. A cowardly young adventurer. He has a crush on Ning Yingying.

Ning Yingying: Dwarf, 51 y/o, Tank. Despite being older than him, she's Shen Qingqiu's adopted daughter whom he took in when she was merely 30 y/o. She likes her father a lot, however she can't forgive him for what he has done to Luo Binghe. (She'll leave Cang Qiong to join Shen Yuan's part at some point).

(Side note, Cang Qiong is still specialized in cultivation, hence why most of them look so young)

The Tieflings hideout:

Tieflings are a race that I made up for this AU specifically, inspired by D&D. They're inhabitant of the dungeon, tall and sturdy, with pointy ears akin to elves, horns of various shapes and tails. They can also use magic like elves, tallmen or gnomes, however their magic rely on its own set of rules.

Mobei-Jun: Tiefling, 92 y/o, King of the Northern tribe. Leader of one of the numerous tiefling tribes hidden in the abyss, he met Shang Qinghua twenty years ago in the abyss and has made him swear his loyalty to him since then. He has sensed change in the abyss since Luo Binghe's arrival, and decided to trust Shen Yuan's party to solve this issue... With the compensation of Shang Qinghua.

Sha Hualing: Half-ogre half-halfoot, 15 y/o, Princess of the Eastern tribe. Adopted daughter of the king of the eastern tribe, she's a bastard born from the forbidden union between an ogre and a half-foot and was abandoned into the abyss at birth. Of short stature, with a short life spawn, she makes up for it with her keen senses and her strength. She later on joins Shen Yuan's party.

The first Tieflings:

Tianlang-Jun: Tiefling, ??? y/o, Master of the Abyss. The master of the abyss, his powers are beyond anything imaginable. He claims to have eaten what has given him those powers and since then has known hunger beyond what any mortal could endure. He has once fell in love with a tallman woman by the name of Su Xiyan, but she has left the abyss years ago, and he doesn't know what her whereabouts are... The only thing he knows is that she's the only one capable of satisfying this hunger that eats him from the inside.

Zhuzhi-Lang: Beastman (snake), ??? y/o, Guardian of the abyss. Tasked by the Abyss' Master to protect its inhabitants, he'll kill anyone who gets in his ways indiscriminately at the exception of Shen Yuan, who saved him years ago when exploring the abyss for the first time. He only obeys the Abyss' Master orders, and because of that, has forced the Tieflings deeper and deeper into the abyss regardless of how they felt about it. As a chimera, he's more snake than the tiefling his soul has been mixed with.

Other groups:

Huan Hua's guild (the governor's guild): The one guild financed by the governor of the state in which the abyss is located. Its members are from various races. Despite the guild stating they're open to anyone, only those from a wealthy background can become a part of it.

Zhao Hua's guild: Specialized in magic. They have rounds to reanimate unlucky adventurers in the abyss.

Tian Yi's guild: Specialized in training new adventurers.

And that's it for now! What awaits them in the abyss? Many adventures and delicious cooking, that is, if Luo Binghe can handle it.

"Freed from the abyss at long last... Forced to cook the monsters with seasoning this time. I've been cursed there's no other way to explain it... Damn it, it's good though, I really am a great cook."

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DDVAUvember Day 30: Comic Cover/Poster

To finish off DoubleHearted-vember, here's a reveal of the background image for the prompt list itself; a redraw of the cover for the physical copy of Volume 1 !!

Now that we're at the end, I just wanna say that I find it insane (/pos) that 92 people (not including myself) have participated in this silly event of mine. It genuinely means the world to me <3

Maruu and Doody, the story you're sharing is phenomenal and I hope this event was able to show even just a sliver of our unending love and appreciation for DDVAU. I'm so excited for what's to come in the following years. Happy 2 years !!

And a big thank you to @liloinkoink @deedolldrawz @kowore and @anpanbun for helping put this list together, wouldn't be the same without you <33

I still have some big projects in the works, so stay tuned for those!! I may come back to some of the prompts I missed some day if I'm needing something to work on

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The Stanuary 2025 Themes have been chosen!!

Thank you all so much for voting! This year's big winners are:

Week One: Mindscape (with 74 votes)

Week Two: Wanted (with 77 votes)

Week Three: Supernatural (with 82 votes) (includes the prompts: Copy Machine and Ghosts)

Week Four: Healing (with 92 votes) (includes the prompt: Relief)

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There are 24 prompts on this card, incorporating almost all of this year's suggested ideas. The ones with the dotted borders are the main themes for the month, so even if you only use those, you'll still end up with a bingo!

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Hiiiii can you please write prompt 92 with jude bellingham?? Thank uuu 💕

92) "I have to go." "No, you have to stay here with me."

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"I have to go." Jude drawled out, his deep voice distrupting the calm air.

"No, you have to stay here with me." You said, almost whispering against his neck, pulling him in just that little bit tighter.

Jude sighed and let his finger trail up and down the skin on your arm a few more times.

If he could stay right here, under the warm bedsheets with you tucked into his side, clothes long forgotten on the floor and your familiar scent in the room, then he'd be a happy man.

But he's only in town for the night. And there are places he needs to be. And he was already meant to leave 20 minutes ago.

Jude rested his free arm behind his head as he watched the lights of nearby buildings shine through the window where the curtains parted. The dark sky only fed his wistful thoughts of staying a little longer.

Maybe he could stay the night. Maybe, if he skipped breakfast, he could get his driver to pick him up from your building in the morning. Maybe, if the traffic was low, he could buy some food at the airport and not be a minute late. Maybe, if he admitted how much he wanted it, he could fall asleep by your side like he used to.

Your gentle breaths made your chest rise and fall against his while the low light coated your bodies in a honey-yellow glow. As Jude peered down at the leg wrapped around his own, and at his hand slotted comfortably around your waist, he pulled himself out of the plans forming in his head.

In truth, it wasn't like it used to be. The silly teenagers caught up in carefree dates and fun rendezvouses. The countless hours watching television and playing games and taking things further than they should, just to roll over and wake up as friends again. It's not like that at all now.

Jude lived in Spain. You didn't talk every day. He was rumoured to be dating a new girl every month. You dyed your hair. Both of you have grown up a lot.

His move to Madrid changed everything and he doesn't feel the same way about you.

Now, he feels he loves you more than he ever could last year.

The physical distance between you never brought down the fire of your relationship. The sparks that reignited every time you saw each other made him realise what the butterflies in his stomach had yet to announce. The exciting reunions after time apart proved how good you could be and made him long for you more.

But it wasn't plausible. Jude could see himself drowning in you, turning his life upside down to be with you, growing to hate Madrid because it's where you can't be, never once leaving the warmth your arms provided. It couldn't happen. Not now. Not when everything else was as good as it was.

Jude took a breath and lifted your arm off his body.

"No," he huffed quietly, "I have to go."

He could barely look at you as he sat up and pulled the sheets out of the way, fearing that any trace of disappointment on your face would pull him right back into the dream. He was careful in his movements but your side turned cold in his absence.

The drop in your heart went unspoken as you watched him slip his clothes back on. The heavy silence filled Jude with regret and he cursed himself inside. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head a little at the feeling of the mattress moving as you pushed yourself against the headboard.

Jude wished he could find the right words, certain that anything he could say at that moment would only cause more harm. So he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt without a word, refusing to turn to meet the eyes that bore a hole into his back.

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Duane Street December, Day 20: Jack Kelly

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DP x DC Prompt #92

Death Day’s are unpleasant. Danny still remembers his first one. It was awful, being forced to relive his own death. Over time, he’s gotten used to them. They’re never good but … they’ve never been as awful as the first one he went through. 

His new friend, Damian, is beginning to show the signs that he has his own Death Day coming up. Maybe Danny can make a care basket or something to make it a little easier on him. Would it be considered rude to ask him about it? Surely, Damian knows Danny’s half-dead too?

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Prompt 92

Clockwork is done. 

Screw the observants’ rules, screw the ‘you can’t enter the mortal realms’ demand they try. He is going to have words with the speedsters about timelines and travelling through timestreams. He is not missing his ghostling’s highschool graduation and if there’s even a chance of that horrible thing happening he will make it everyone else’s problem!

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

Ultramarines are a very popular first-time breed, and for good reason. They are tidy, efficient, easily trained, naturally obedient, and are one of the friendlier breeds. Unfortunately, they are also one of the more expensive breeds to keep due to their deep-seated need for bling.

Ultramarines LOVE bling. Wild Ultramarines will decorate their nests with statues of their pack leaders and scavenge for shiny metal to gild their armor. You may recall the Siege of '92 when a park's ornate railings, broad pavilions, and equestrian statues attracted a whole company of feral Ultramarines, who claimed it "for Ultramar" and drove off the visitors so they could build a nest. Astartes experts theorize that Ultramarines use bling to establish status and attract mates.

New owners should be prepared to purchase at least one marble sculpture and several gilded items for their Ultramarine's enclosure. They should also award him with medals and other decorations for his armor and weaponry. Upkeep is easy--as long as the owner provides their Ultramarine with sufficient supplies, he will clean and maintain his bling without prompting. Indeed, some Ultramarines find bling cleaning to be a calming activity.

Failing to invest in bling will cause a rapid downturn in mood. Initially, the blingless Ultramarine will vocalize frequently about "shame" and "dishonor" to express his distress. If the situation is not amended, he can become lethargic and withdrawn and may even grow a beard. Alternatively, he may become increasingly aggressive as he seeks to find or earn more bling. If an Ultramarine begins showing these signs, it is highly imperative for an owner to purchase more decorations for his enclosure, and to frequently assure him of his honor.

[airaibunny]

GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

105. “how are you so close already?”

106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

[avvail]

prompt #92

“I’m dizzy,” the hero moans, almost heaving when the villain drags them to their feet. Through the roar of gunfire and explosions, they grit their teeth, jerking them along.

“You owe me for this,” the villain growls. “This would be a real shitty way to die. So pick up your feet and come on.”

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #92

When Danny became Ghost King he got all the responsibilities too. Including finding people who cheated death as the infinite realms was promised a soul. This includes anyone who was thrown in the Lazarus Pits. Including his grandfather Ra’s and his brother Jason. Danny himself was also technically included but since he’s the king, he’s already working for the realms. Ra’s was easy for Danny to get rid of, the man had caused Danny’s first death and made his childhood a living hell to go through. Jason not so much, Danny eventually decides the rules don’t state that it has to be Jason soul that gets sent to the realms just any soul. Danny figured it didn’t hurt to ask if Jason had anyone in mind?

Danny just wanted to figure all of this stuff out before his twin caught wind that was alive. They had a fight when Danny left the league and fled. Danny had tried to convince Damian to go with but they knew they both couldn’t escape.