#prompt no. 13

[nctpromptmeme]

POST #4 - AUG 22/23

PROMPT #11:

Enemies to lovers with jung jaehyun - reader falling first but jaehyun falling harder - love triangle - heavy angst but fluffy ending ^^

PROMPT #12 (from @lovesuhng):

can i ask for a johnny fic? something fluff. your kinda busy with your university and job so never thought of falling in love, until one day your neighbor (johnny) helps you on a rainy day by sharing an umbrella, then you start paying attention to your attentive neighbor and your dates start to be more frequent, one day he confesses that he always had a crush in you

PROMPT #13 (from @lovesuhng):

i just need some college friends to lovers with na jaemin!!! fluff please

will update this post with links and reblogs if there are works completed for the prompts.

if you are a writer who wishes to complete any of these, please mention this blog and link this post in your fic!

[ice-cap-k]

Computer Virus

Cross-posted to AO3 here: Computer Virus

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The Decked Out 2 section of the museum was turning out nicely. Cub now had a large assortment of artifakes to fill the shelves he had running through the tower he had *ahem* acquired before Tango had ever opened the dungeon doors. And now that the hermits were completing run after run, there was a steady stream of artifakes coming out of the game. It was only a matter of time before Cub had them all. He could be patient. He could be vigilant. 

Although, more shards would be nice. 

He had just made up another handful of item frames. Each one was laid out on the counter in preparation for displaying another exhibit. Out came the shulker box. With one hand, he reached inside and pulled out a Hypnotic Bandana. “And here we are. The first artifake to be put on display.” He reached to place the bandana on an item frame, but the moment he let go, the entire world stuttered.

 Cub froze. He blinked as solid surfaces vanished. He hung suspended in an open space. He couldn’t see anything, but he could see everything. There was no ground. No walls. No blocks in general. In the distance, he could see other mobs like him stuck in their own suspended existence. Horses and chickens were barely specks from this far away. A zombie shambled below him where a cave must have snaked underground. 

The world was reloading the chunks around him.

The hermit braced himself as the world jolted once more. In the blink of an eye he was back in the museum garden. Everything was back to normal. “That was interesting.” 

He shrugged it off. It wasn’t the weirdest thing. Multiplayer servers often experience hiccups. But when he turned back to the item frame, he let out a groan. “Oh nooo.”

The Hypnotic Bandana wasn’t there. 

Had he dropped it? He didn’t see it on the floor. The item frame looked empty. Maybe his inventory? He rummaged through his pockets but didn’t find the scrap of cloth. How about the shulker box? The world could have lagged when it reloaded. So he pulled back out the shulker box and placed it on the floor. One quick look through the contents showed him that no, there was no bandana there either. 

Cub was at a loss at this point. He even double-checked the item frame to make sure the bandanna hadn’t somehow gone invisible. It hadn’t. It was just gone. “Well that’s just unfortunate,” he huffed to himself. “Unfortunate circumstances indeed.”

Oh well. The bandanna wasn’t too difficult to get ahold of. He could always get another one. Tango might even be willing to give him a spare if he told the Dungeon Master that it had glitched out of existence.  

Instead, he pulled out a Horn of the Goat. “I guess that makes this the second first exhibit in the Decked Out 2 tower. Come on baby, let’s go.”  He placed the artifake carefully in the item frame and smiled when it stayed in place. Perfect.

But when he turned around for another, the world vanished once more.

“Woooaah woah woah!” With a sickening heave, Cub felt himself plummet. He couldn’t tell he was falling since there wasn’t a ground or set of surroundings to see and gauge his movement. But he could feel the rush of his body through the negative y coordinates. He might have even fallen past bedrock level. Had he clipped through the world?

As suddenly as it had vanished, his surroundings began to rematerialize in chunks. With a blip, deepslate appeared all around and inside of him. There was an instance of agony as the stone filled his lungs and suffocated him before his velocity caught up with him and every bone shattered. 

Cubfan135 fell from a high place

Cub woke back up in his bed. “Oh man.” There went a perfectly good set of tools and armor. Thank goodness he had put down his shulker box before that happened. He wasn’t sure how he’d handle losing ALL of the artifakes instead of just one. 

Immediately the communicator on Cub’s hand started going off. The little screen flashed with white words streaming across at rapid speed. There were other death messages alongside his. 

XBCrafted fell off a ladder

GoodTimeWithScar fell from a high place

ImpulseSV fell from a high place

Grian fell from a high place

BdoubleO100 suffocated in a wall

The sight made him wince. That was a lot of death. The other hermits were frantically messaging each other about it. Understandably so. There were a lot of questions about lag. 

Cub typed in a quick message to Xisuma. “Does the server need to restart, X?” The message hung undisturbed on the screen for all of ten seconds before the rest of the hermits washed it away in a tide of text.

Tango: Is X even online? I haven’t seen him in forever…

GeminiTay: It shows he’s on the server.

XBCrafted: Could you let us know when it’s fixed, suma?

More and more hermits were responding. Cub checked the listings, and sure enough Xisuma’s communicator signaled that he was there. But the admin wasn’t answering the stream of questions flying through the chat log. 

Now that Cub thought about it, he hadn’t seen the man in a while either. He hadn't thought much about it. It was easy to assume X had been taking a break. They all got a little burnt out sometimes. Xisuma also had a tendency to throw himself into some pretty big projects, even by hermit standards. But here he was online. 

Xisuma was probably caught up in another big project. It could even be one big enough to have caused that hiccup. X was no stranger to making farms that crashed the server, after all. 

But Cub figured he should check on the admin. It wouldn’t hurt to visit an old friend. He wasn’t going to keep going with building when the world was so unstable anyway. So he went to his enderchest and pulled out a spare pair of elytra. The blue filigree wings were a little tattered from his Vex days, but they would do. He slipped on the pair and strapped himself in, only to launch himself off the nearest ledge. 

The wind tousled his hair as the elytra caught the air. For a brief moment of self-indulgence, he let gravity do its job. It felt good to soar through the skies at a gentle glide that carried him down the river through spawn. The best place to look for X would probably be at his mountain. If he was working on some sort of project, it would be there. But Cub wouldn’t make it that far on a simple glide. He smiled as he pulled out a handful of rockets. There were more than enough to get him to the farm district and back. He held his breath for a heartbeat and lit a fuse. The rocket went off with a pop, hauling him forward in a rush of speed that made him laugh with excitement. Even when the motion sent his stomach somersaulting at the sudden change in direction.

He was halfway to his destination when a familiar stutter crossed the world. The ground didn’t disappear this time, though. It was more like a feeling deep in Cub’s bones. That internal sense of “wrongness” that came over him whenever the world glitched.

He looked about him as he flew, but didn’t know what could have brought on the feeling. Nothing appeared to be wrong. Chunks were still loading in as he flew. The ground was intact below him, the clouds were in the sky, and there were even a few mobs below. 

With a shrug, he lit another rocket and let it carry him up along the sheer cliffs of X’s mountain. Cold breezes hit his cheeks as the snowy stone fell away under him-

He was back at the bottom of the mountain. He was back at the bottom of the mountain? Oh no he was back at the bottom of the mountain and it was coming up fast! In a panic, he shot off another rocket, which only launched him face-first into the cliffside with a sickening CRUNCH.

Cubfan135 experienced kinetic energy

Cub was back in his bed. “Darn it.” He sighed, realizing the lag had gotten him again. The communicator was going off with more messages from the other hermits, but he ignored it this time. There was only so much time before his stuff disappeared. So he grabbed himself ANOTHER set of wings and ANOTHER bundle of rockets and set off again. 

One quick pit stop to pick up his lost goods later, and he was back on track to seeing X. This time, he would give all structures a wider birth. The skull in the side of the mountain was a different matter. Rather than risk another long trek, Cub placed a bed just inside the skull’s teeth at the entrance to Xisuma’s mega-base. At least that way he wouldn’t have to come from his own base if the world decided to struggle again. 

“X,” he called, dropping down the chasm under the skull. “You in there X?” There was no reply, but that didn’t mean much. It was a pretty big base after all. There were a lot of places to go and hidden redstone rooms tucked out of sight. Cub started to wander through the halls, calling out to his friend. 

He hadn’t gotten far when he heard a muffled, “Would that be Cubfan I hear,” coming from behind a wall.

Cub smirked. “It would. Does that mean that’s an Xisuma I hear?”

“It is indeed. Come in. Come in. I’m just fixing some redstone.”

Cub took that as permission to break a hole through the wall. The pickaxe came out in a heartbeat, which he promptly used to knock a space into the deepslate tall enough for him to fit through. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Unsurprisingly, the space behind was filled with your typical redstone layouts. Lines of redstone connected smooth stone torch towers. The floor was dotted with raised platforms housing repeaters and comparators.

Xisuma was leaning heavily against one of those platforms. Lines lit up as he moved the torch of a repeater to adjust the delay. At the sound of the wall breaking, he turned to greet Cub. “Hey, man? What brings you down here?”

The sound of Xisuma’s voice made Cub pause. It sounded nasally. Almost like he was having difficulty breathing. “The world’s been acting up,” he eventually says. “People were worried that the server might need a restart. You didn’t seem to be responding. I wanted to check-in. See if there was anything we could do to help?”

X dropped the torch he was fiddling with and crossed his arms. “Ah, my apologies. I must not have seen.” He pulled out his communicator to check on the messages. 

As he moved, Cub noticed that X seemed a little sluggish. There was still the heaviness to his breathing, but just the act of pulling out the little electronic looked labored. “Oh my goodness. I didn’t think the technical issues would cause this sort of problem.”

“So you knew about it?”

“Well, yes, but-” X looked like he wanted to say more, but cut himself off with a bought of coughing. He hunched forward, grabbing the edge of a redstone tower for support. It sounded awful. Even Cub could hear the rattle in Xisuma’s chest as he practically coughed up a lung.

Before the coughing could settle, though, the world fazed out again. Blocks, walls, and floors vanished in an instant. Cub tried reaching out to grab onto some invisible object to keep from falling again, but luckily that didn’t happen this time around. The blocks were just invisible, not gone. Still, it was a relief when X managed to clear his lungs and reality flickered back into place around the two of them.

“You’re sick,” Cub said, deadpan.

“Ah. Yes, I suppose I am…”

He hadn’t even known admins could get sick. “Is that why the world is so messed up right now?”

“Well, there is a substantial link between an admin and their server…” His friend scratched sheepishly at the back of his neck. He was looking away, but now that Cub knew what to look for he could see the latent exhaustion in the little of X’s face that could be made out through his mask. The purple glass didn’t do much to hide the dark circles under the admin’s eyes. 

“Alright. Then that settles that. We’re going to get you nice and healthy again. Let’s go.”

“What? But there’s still so much left to do! I still have to finish this game-” 

Cub cut him off. “Evil X can take care of that if you need it done. You, sir, are going to get some bed rest.” X made an indignant snort but didn’t complain any further as Cub grabbed him by the wrist. He let himself be pulled from the back room out the makeshift doorway Cub had dug into the wall. “Now help me out here and point me in the direction of your bed,” Cub huffed, which got a chuckle out of the other man.

It took a bit of time, but X managed to talk him through finding his bed. “You, stay right there,” Cub said, pulling out a crafting bench and placing it on the floor nearby. “If you need anything, I’ll be right here for you. I can take care of you. The sooner you feel better, the better. Doctor Cub is on the case.”

Xisuma sniffed. “Now don’t you think you’re being a little over the top? It’s just a head cold. It will pass in no time.”

“‘Just a head cold’ got a bunch of people killed,” Cub pointed out, motioning toward X’s communicator.

“Point taken. But really, I don’t think there’s any need for you to blow it out of proportion. I betcha a nice warm meal and a good rest will be all it takes for me to feel right as rain.”

“Ah. Good idea. Let’s make you something to eat.” Nothing helped the metabolism like a nice warm bowl of soup. He even knew where to get some mushrooms. In no time at all he had a nice broth boiling over a crafting bench. 

“That does smell delicious,” Xisuma admitted.

Cub turned from the crafting bench with the wooden bowl cupped in both palms. “Here we are. A delicious bowl of mushroom stew.” Steam curled from the freshly made meal. Hopefully, that would hit the spot.  

“Thanks, Cub,” Xixuma said with a sniff. His eyes were soft and brimming with gratitude behind the mask as he reached for the bowl. “That looks delicious. I-” X cut himself off. Cub could see the man’s eyes narrow behind the purple glass. His whole body tensed up. Even his grip on the bowl. “I… I… I-” he threw his arms over his face. “ACHOOO!”

The force of the sneeze made the walls shake. The suddenness of it nearly made Cub jump out of his skin. “Geez, man. You scared me.” He rushed to the nearest chest in search of tissue paper. He flung open the cover of the chest, only to have it slam shut on him when he went to reach inside. “Huh.” That was a new one. So he tried to open again, but the lid clipped through his fingers and the chest was closed once more. It took two more tries before he finally managed to get inside. He grabbed the box from the bottom of the chest and tucked it under his arm before rushing back to X’s bed. “Here. Best if we kept these out for now… huh?”

Xisuma hadn’t moved since Cub had left him. And not in the sense that he hadn’t left the bed. Xisuma literally hadn’t moved a muscle. He was frozen in place, one arm still flung haphazardly in front of his face and shoulders hunched under the force of the sneeze. “X?” Xisuma still didn’t move. He didn’t even appear to be breathing.

Cub wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do in this situation. Tentatively, he approached his friend and reached out. When he touched X’s shoulder, everything in sight hitched. 

With a dizzying lurch, Cub found himself back on the other side of his bed. The box of tissues was no longer tucked away under his arm. Crash! Something wet splattered across the front of his coat. Viscous brown liquid dripped down his chest and sleeves. It took him a second to realize it was mushroom stew.

The wooden bowl that X had been holding a second ago now rolled across the floor. Xisuma was once more reanimated, pulling his arm away after the sneeze as time began to flow once more. Cub’s communicator instantly buzzed as the rest of the hermits’ realities caught up with them. 

GoodTimeWithScar fell from a high place

Keralis fell off scaffolding

Grian experienced kinetic energy

GeminiTay tried to swim in lava

Tango was poked to death by a sweet berry bush

Docm77 blew up

Stressmonster101 fell from a high place

The shear amount of death made Cub whistle. That was some awful lag. If the world did that every time the admin sneezed, they would be in for a long day.

“Uh, oh come on now,” X’s voice brought Cub’s attention back to the situation at hand. “Eugh. That's so gross.” X had his hands pressed against the side of the mask. His fingers reached around the edges, looking for the seams so he could take it off. The sneeze had left something awful splattered across the viewing window of Xixuma’s mask. It completely obscured the man’s eyes. The sight nearly made Cub gag.

“Just to be clear,” Cub said, making sure to look at anything other than Xisuma’s face. “When I said I would help you out, ‘mask cleaning’ was not included in the offer.”

[mycupofrum]

Day 13 – Funeral

Padfoot on the run makes a stop at Godrick's Hollow.

He never got to attend their funeral.

Prompt list

[wonderwomanpleasesteponme]

Dcxdp prompt

Ember Mclain when she was alive, was a vigilante in Gotham city working side by side with the dynamic duo. Not that she was particularly well liked by them, or the larger hero community on a whole. Just ask any other hero and they'll say that Prima, Ember's hero name, was too attention seeking, unwilling to seek to anyone else, always trying to be the center of attention, and always ruining missions with her need for attention. Needless to say Ember rubbed a lot of heroes the wrong way, especially seeing as that this was early into Bruce taken on Dick Grayson as a ward so none of the heroes really knew how to deal with a teenage vigilante like Ember.

When she had died on a butched mission in a fire the hero community was shocked but not surprised. They kept telling her if she doesn't stop doing things how she normally does something like this would happen. Soon everyone moved on like if a vigilante known as Prima never existed, only slightly traumatized by the death of a child hero.

Now years later while investigating a heavily guarded lab owned by a shady part of the Government known as The Ghost Investigation Ward / the Guys In White the Justice League come across a teenager who liked exactly like Prima dressed up for a show with flaming blue hair and a pink guitar like the one Prima used to own helping a group of teenagers, two adults wearing hazmat suits, and what liked to be metas older teenagers / young adults on a motorcycle in the middle of breaking out a trio of teens and a group of meta verging in ages. The Prima look a like also seemed to be comforting a child none of them could see expect for her, the teens, and the metas.

[lostalioth]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬

→ premise: steve’s favorite thing was to have you in his lap. feeling you impossibly close, your cunt squeezing his cock. he loves the intimacy, you however can’t stand sitting so still.

→ pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, cock warming, begging, daddy kink, nicknames [baby, angel], reader calls him stevie, not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 13

Steve loved feeling impossibly close to you in any way that he could, entangling your limbs and holding you as tightly as he could as the two of you fell deep into sleep. However he had another way that he loved feeling close and to have those intimate moments with you, one you always seemed too just impatient for.

“Steviee please move your hips just a lil, i've been s’good” you whine out attempting to grind your pelvis down on his trying anything to get friction or movement. He tsks and grabs a hold of your hips keeping you stationary and making it harder to move. even if his cock that was currently buried to the hilt inside you jumps at the little bit of pleasure your desperate squirming gives him.

“Just stay still a little longer, angel okay? Can you do that for daddy?” He coos and rubs his thumb over your cheek as you pout at him and soften your eyes, trying your best interruption of puppy dog eyes. “Nooo come on, just a couple more minutes baby, i like feeling close to you like this” his signature charming smile spreads on his face, the same smile that made you fall for him.

“Buttt i wanna cum daddy, pleaseee i've been good haven't i?” You whine out, dragging out your words as your pussy clenches and continues leaking on his cock coating it in your slick. “Not being so good right now” he hisses out as his patience is being tested by your impatience. Gripping your chin in his hand he pulls your face up close to his, your lips pressed against his as he speaks looking right in your eyes. “You really wanna cum baby?” He questions even though he knew the answer, you just said it and he could clearly feel your pussy throbbing begging for relief.

You nod slowly, your hips trying their hardest to push against his grip now that he was only holding you with one hand. “Then beg, beg to cum on my cock angel” lightly he leaves a peck to your lips before letting go of both your face and your body.

Leaning back against the headboard of the bed, he tosses his arms behind his head and lets your body chase the euphoria of your high by yourself. Your hips immediately buck and fall into a frantic rhythm as you ride him, your pleas falling out of your mouth.

“Pleaseee, i've been good i just wanna cum daddy” you cry out, your eyes screwing shut as his cock rubs along your velvety walls with each drag of your hips. “Wanna cum so bad please, i'll keep cock warming daddy after” you whine, your begging not falling on deaf ears. Steve knew you were always far more patient and pilate in his arms after he’s made you cum a few times, it was a bit of a bad idea to attempt this before that. “Need to cum s’bad pleaseee Steviee” you moan out, your words mushing and slurring together the tighter the knot gets in the pit of your stomach.

“Pleasee daddy, fuck~ cock s’big and feels s’good” you moan out getting a bit sidetracked in your pleas as the pleasure hits your head more, making it go fuzzy as your hips flatter in thier grinding.

Steve holds onto your body taking over, pulling you down flush against his chest as he jackhammers up inside you, his hips smacking against your ass as his cock hits your cervix hard with each thrust. “You can cum angel, cum for daddy” he instructs in his soft tone as his own high is fast approaching, that in all honesty being the only reason he gave in faster than he intended to.

”Fuck!” You scream out in a wanton moan as your climax crashes over, your pussy clenching down hard on Steve’s cock milking his own orgasm out of him steadily after. “Atta girl baby, s’good for me” he coos as the both of you ride out your highs, your body melting into his arms and turning into a pilate dulce mush against him. “Thank you daddy” you mumble out as you bury your face in his neck, attempting to dig your way under his skin if you could.

He smiles as he had finally calmed you down and got what he wanted, to feel as close as he possibly could to you.

His cum slowly leaking out of your puffy cunt that was still wrapped around his cock warming him, helping that feeling along.

→ a/n: i rushed this as its WAY later than when i wanted/needed to post this to be on track with kinktober (there will hopefully be a second post today and 2 tm lmao to get me back on track to finish AGAIN)

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Camp

The Batfam force Damian to go to summer camp to socialize with kids his own age and have some normal childhood experiences

That’s all well and good, but normal does not describe his cabin’s councilor, one Daniel ���for the love of Ancients call me Danny” Fenton

Between the son of the bat and a Fenton, camp is going to be weird

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[stealingyourbones]

“Pissing all by yourself handsome?” Red Hood turns with a jerk to look at the person who just entered the 7/11 bathroom on the border of Crime Alley at 3:32am. A sickly grey skinned teenager stood in the bathroom. His nasty oil stained leather coat covering his wrinkled white t and black pants with far too many belts holding it up, leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. His hole ridden biker glove covered hands crossing his chest right below his glowing green skull necklace. The half lidded green eyes looking through his straw blonde hair and smug smirk of the ghastly bastard enforcing Red Hood’s choice to pull out his gun and fire at the fucker.

[merimerz]

day 10: storm

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

Johnny hits Jason with his bike ("we were supposed to go through him babe!" "But we didnt!") which knocks Jason unconscious. Kitty sees he's a ghost and is like "its a baby!" gif and refuses to leave him there.

Jason wakes up to the weirdest coddling experience of his (after)life. After many many tries he cannot successfully escape the growing group of concerned ghosts who are doing the coddling

Two days later Batman issues a search for his missing son, becoming more and more distressed when the batfam finds no leads

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 302

Look, when they had decided to reincarnate with Tucker this cycle they hadn’t exactly expected this. Tucker didn’t either, so thank fuck it’s apparently not a normal thing, but still! The matching gold eyes are pretty cool, and at least their fangs and claws have stayed but like, everything else? Ugh. So very not good. 

At least all four are together still, even if it’s in this absolutely crazy scenario of rich cults, undead child assassins, and wow this is like some sort of ridiculous novel or anime scenario when you put in the whole reincarnation thing… 

Alright, so they’re getting out right? Yeah they can all agree on that- and thank fuck these new bodies of theirs are Liminal or else they wouldn’t be able to communicate. Seriously, who slits kids’ throats? The cult people, apparently, so honestly fuck them. They're getting out of here.

[ice-cap-k]

Have a late buttercup scar.

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 12 - Quilt

I've got your love to keep me warm

[wonderwomanpleasesteponme]

Damian decides to look into what nightlife was like before his father became Batman thanks to an off hand comment that his cousin, Danny, made about there being other heroes in Gotham before Batman at one of their rare family reunions that don't end in everyone trying to kill each other.

He discovers a girl named Prima who was alive to meet both his father and Richard but tragically died thanks to her dropping her guard and a villain finding out where she lives.

He finds out that one of Danny's cousins from his adopted family was also a Gotham vigilante before dying??????

He finds out about a young couple who rode a motorcycle powered by the soul of a demon whose lives were taken too soon in a shoot out.

He finds out about a technical genius who tried to make his life saving tech affordable for all before someone took a hit out on him.

And much, much more.

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 6; Profound bond

[emacrow]

When Danny hides his corpses along with Elle and Dan.. those fucking Archaeologists are persistent little shits then shenanigans happens..

He hide them in the Antarctica, where barely any humans goes beside a couple groups of persistent scientists living there and the hidden society of cannibalistic humaniod yetis....

There was no way anyone could find their bodies under 60 feet of snow and frozen millennium ice...

Ancients be damned 4 months later, danny felt a disturbance in his hidden grave only to see History News found 3 preserved corpses perfectly intact in a solid crystallized looking coffin the God damn Antarctica.

Took him a solid 5 days to find the right God forsaken headquarters of those Archaeologists who already send their bodies to gotham...

He about to flip his lid, especially as it was getting to him very badly... by how sleep deprived his ghost side was being to the point that the disturbed.. eldritch part of his very being was slipping a bit..

Then the truck driving with their corpses got stolen by some low grade wanna be villain by the name of 'the penguin'.

Who has his goons trying to break the crystal coffin into pieces with how priceless it beholding.

Danny brought Elle and Dan into this because he doesn't know gotham and three heads work better then one with the search out.

By the time, they actually found the Right fucking Hideout; because how many fucking hideout does a fucking penguin needs.

They were too late by a fucking hour, because of course something had to take their coffin.

Penguins already look arrested and it seem Batman got their coffin, whom had sent it to the Watchtower to get analyzed after they found a heart beating after 40 minutes to the batcave..

Danny wanted to ghost screamed by then...

(Wayyy later in the plot that I'll never finish)

Constantine whom is about to drinking scotch whiskey before it slapped by the ghostly eldritch child who shoving an glowing green smoothie in his hands for the 3rd time.

He look at them with a begrudgingly look who glares back at him with the similar mom glare looks before he sighed and drink the smoothie.

He ain't admitting it taste so much fucking better then his usual whiskey for shit.

Meanwhile Elle is enjoying having a younger halfa to bother even if his core is all types of fucked up and looking worse then a apple that fell off the ugly tree, got shredded by a wood chipper, mashed back together and then peeled off by a potato peeler before stomped on.