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Can I please have meet cute/weird with mistaken villain! Danny (but really just a engineer and or chem student) and the one being put on investigation cause Danny is a day villain(not really)! Duke
Technically, Danny Fenton is innocent. Technically.
Duke wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially since he’s having so much trouble finding solid evidence that Danny is stealing from a wide variety of people, but he’s been burned before by trying to see people as better than they were. It doesn’t change the fact that Oracle’s cameras keep spotting Danny right before a building on the street is broken into and something stolen. He’s always just walking down the sidewalk; no one has spotted him entering or exiting a building, but he’s around far too often to be unconnected to these burglaries.
It doesn’t help that strange, petty crimes have been on the rise since Danny first arrived in Gotham.
So.
Danny Fenton is technically innocent.
Duke is trying to prove that he’s not.
Maybe I’m looking too closely, he thinks, going over Danny’s sparse file in the Hatch. Maybe Danny’s only one person in a bigger operation.
He could just be the lookout, the runner, the information gatherer who marks which buildings to hit. He may even be the scapegoat, the sacrificial lamb; Danny has no support in Gotham, no family, no job. There would be no one to help him if he got arrested or injured in a fight. He’s a freshman college student from Illinois who should be unprepared for life in Gotham but is somehow managing to survive like a native.
There’s a lot about Danny that doesn’t add up.
Duke has seen plenty of different people since he first went out as the Signal. He’s tried to be kind and give people the benefit of the doubt, but it leads to his loved ones being put in danger. Some people are truly evil, some working on a malicious agenda, some are misguided in their beliefs, and some are desperate people who see no other way to move forward.
He’s not sure yet which on Danny is, but he’s hoping Danny is just desperate and needs a little help to get out of a life of crime.
Which leads to the next problem: Duke has no idea what Danny is steal, or why. He hits both rich and poor folks, civilians and members of the mob, and once, notably, stole something right out of Cobblepot’s office. Allegedly, at least, since no one saw him enter or exit the office, not even the security cameras.
But added to the whispers going around about a new group in Gotham snatching people up from the streets, and some strange green substances found in warehouses often raided by police for the frequent drug labs that pop up in them…
It doesn’t look good for Danny. Especially when a few of the items he stole were found where people either vanished or where that green substance has been found.
A week of analysis in the Batcave and they still don’t know what it is.
Both Damian and Jason suspected Lazarus water, but the composition was completely different. By the look of the molecular structure, it shouldn’t have been in a liquid form at all.
All these findings lead back to one person who may have answers: Danny Fenton.
According to Tim, who’s already broken into Danny’s dorm room and checked over all the labs he has classes in, Danny has some concerning items in his possession. Various inventions and little metal knick-knacks put together by a practiced hand. He was also the one to find all the information that went into Danny’s file when it was first being made: social media posts, school report cards, news articles about his parents… everything.
And then he had an emergency mission to take with the Titans that swept him out of Gotham leaving Duke to tackle this investigation on his own.
He doesn’t have Tim’s natural skill in stalking and invading privacy. He hates breaking into people’s spaces and following them around, but needs must and he has to force himself to work through the discomfort.
It’s a good thing he did, too. Danny’s leaving his dorm after his last afternoon class, hood up to hide his face and something held in the front pocket of his hoodie. He ducks around people on the sidewalk easily, almost as if he’s gliding through the crowd instead of walking.
Duke follows from above, bending the light around him to hide him from sight.
He walks for some time, weaving through alleys and streets as if he’s been in Gotham his whole life, leaving behind the university campus to head towards Otisberg. There’s something strange about the way Danny walks, as if he’s moving around people who aren’t there, guided by something Duke can’t hear. Even using his meta abilities doesn’t do much beyond show him where Danny’s going to be in the next few seconds.
He continues to follow Danny on the rooftops, walking along the edge to keep him in sight.
Then Danny stops behind an apartment building and tilts his head back to look up at it. He tilts his head to the side, then nods and looks around the empty alley. Duke crouches down, keeping his eyes on Danny in the hopes of catching him in the act—
Danny disappears.
Duke curses under his breath and jumps down from the roof, putting more strength into his abilities as soon as his feet touch the ground.
The space where Danny was has a faint outline, oddly enough. He’s never seen that before. From it is a semi-transparent trail, smoke-like and a pale green leading into the building. It goes straight into a wall, as if Danny walked through it.
He can’t go in and search the entire apartment, but he can grapple up and take a look into the hallways to see where Danny’s heading. If he was looking up, then that’s where he should be heading.
It doesn’t take any effort to scale the building. There are ledges and windowsills and plenty of handholds for him to propel himself off of, and paired with his powers, Duke is able to find the correct floor in just under two minutes.
The green smoke slowly dances through the air of the ninth floor, on the east side of the building. If he’s been counting the rooms correctly, then the target of tonight’s burglary has to be apartment 924.
The curtains are drawn on the window he makes his way over to, and his abilities don’t show him anything helpful for the immediate future. He hates going in blind, especially to a civilian’s home, but capturing Danny takes priority. Duke picks the lock and slides the window up slowly, making sure it stays quiet, then slips into an empty bedroom.
He makes his way out into the hallway on silent feet, keeping a wary eye on the thin smoke strands of green, curling along the walls. The rest of the apartment is empty as well, pale sunlight slanting across the floor through the blinds.
Everything is still and silent. Danny’s nowhere to be found.
Did he miss Danny leaving, somehow? Was this a misdirect to get him out of the way while Danny stole from another location? Did he know Duke was following him?
But no, his ears pick up on the faint sound of clothes rustling.
Cautiously, Duke turns towards the front door, where the door to the coat closet is open. He focuses on what’s going to happen in the next twenty seconds and sees Danny panic, then disappear from sight again, but a transparent outline of his body is visible just enough to show him where he runs to. Best not to spook him; Duke pulls at the light around him and bends it to hide him from sight.
Then he moves along the wall, getting around the open door without bumping into anyone or anything.
A figure in front of the coats, shoving them to the side roughly, flickers in and out of view, almost like a reflection in water, distorted by ripples on the surface.
Danny pops back into visibility suddenly, scowling at the coats. “Are you sure it’s in here?” he asks the empty air.
There is no answer, but Danny acts like there is. He rolls his eyes and says, “It’s a favor. That I’m doing for you. I can literally stop right now and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” He shoves aside another heavy winter coat, then sighs. “Why don’t you look for it, and then tell me where it is.”
He steps back and bumps into Duke.
Danny whirls around, eyes wide, and blast of green light has Duke crashing back into the wall, trying to blink spots out of his eyes.
“Wait!” he yells, grabbing for Danny before he can run off. “I just wanna talk!”
“Standing right behind me like a serial killer does not make you look like someone who wants to talk!” Danny yells back, slipping through his hands like mist.
“I just have a few questions!”
“Well, I have a question: why?!”
“Will you hold still, we’re being too loud!”
Danny escapes to the other side of the apartment, next to a window looking fully prepared to fling himself out of it. But he does stop yelling, so Duke is counting it as a success.
“Why is the Signal coming after me?” Danny asks, glaring at him suspiciously.
“Dude,” Duke says, “You’ve been seen outside of every single building that’s had a burglary since you first arrived in Gotham. All the Bats are after you, they just sent me because I’m the only one active during the day.”
“All the Bats?” Danny repeats, losing what little color he had in his face.
He looks legitimately scared, pale enough to be concerning, and Duke drops his guard and tries to relax the tension in the apartment. “I’m not gonna turn you into the cops or anything. I just had questions and you seem like the most likely person to have answers. That’s it.”
Danny still looks wary, ready to run at a moment’s notice, but he doesn’t leave when Duke approached casually, leaning his weight against the couch.
“So,” he begins, “What’s the deal with all the thievery? It’s rarely something super rare or expensive.”
There’s a long few minutes where Danny doesn’t answer, looking anywhere but at Duke. Then he twitches a bit and glares off to the side, and says, “I taking items that are contaminated with ectoplasm to help ghosts move through the veil and leave Gotham.”
That tells him nothing! That just gives Duke more questions! But at least it’s an answer, the first one any of them have got.
“I think you’re gonna have to explain a little more.”
“Ghosts are real, alright?”
“Yes.”
Danny stops. Squints at him. “What do you mean, ‘yes’?”
“Ghosts are real,” Duke repeats, “There are a few who help heroes or are heroes themselves, but that’s more on the magic side of things so I’m not super familiar with it.”
“Magic,” Danny says slowly. “Sure, alright. Um. Yes, ghosts are real. And there are a ton in Gotham who need help moving on, but they’re too weak to get past the veil. Something about Gotham has made the veil super strong, so they need a little boost to get through. Additional ectoplasm bonded helps with that.”
“And that’s why you’re stealing random things?”
“The ghosts I help can kind of sense ectoplasm-infused things, but they need me to grab them since they can’t hold anything without a physical body.”
Duke nods slowly. “Okay, that’s starting to answer some things. We have found those objects in the last places missing people were seen. Any idea what’s going on with that?”
“Yeah, those people were already dead.”
The way Danny says the most concerning answers as if they’re nothing is really throwing Duke off his game. He was expecting to be calm and serious to keep Danny from freaking out too much and look like a legitimate hero. But as soon as Danny started talking, all his nerves fell away and Duke is left grasping for composure.
“They were…”
“They were ghosts, yeah. And they needed to get through the veil. But they were also able to possess their own bodies and didn’t realize they were dead until I had to break the news to them, which is why it looks like living people just up and disappeared.”
“Okay… What about the green stuff we’ve been finding?”
“Ectoplasm.” Danny holds up a hand and a neon green light surrounds it. Except it looks more solid than light, as if it can be touched, and it moves on its own like fire around Danny’s fingers. “It’s what ghosts are made of.”
Oh. If Danny has ectoplasm, does that mean…
“Are you dead?” Duke asks, heart dropping.
Instead of looking upset about the question, or even disturbed by it, Danny just shrugs and waves his hand back and forth. “A little.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Duke says, trying to resist the urge to rub his temples. It’s a habit he didn’t mean to pick up from Batman, and it would just look silly with his helmet in the way. “You’re just doing all this to help ghosts?”
“Yeah. Basically. They asked for help man, of course I was going to help them.”
Danny’s a good person. He’s just a good person to ghosts. But this is good news either way, and he can let the others know that Danny isn’t the next Catwoman and is entirely unconnected from any drug production. Everything that made him look like a criminal is just the fault of ghosts.
“Speaking of,” Danny continues, “Looks like they found what they need, so I’m going to grab that real quick.” He pushes off of the wall and heads for the closet again, moving past Duke without any fear. Duke follows, keeping a few feet of distance between them so Danny doesn’t feel trapped, and watches as he shoves aside the coats again and pulls a shoebox out of the depths of the closet. From it, he takes a single intricate lace headband and holds it up.
It looks normal, if a little old, but when Danny sends ectoplasm through it, the lace lights up and holds the glow.
He pulls some strange contraption out of his pocket and holds it up to the headband. It makes a few beeps, then Danny mutters, “7.4 millisieverts. That’s enough to get you through the veil.”
Another concern Duke can let go of: Danny’s not creating weapons like his parents have, he’s just measuring ectoplasm through his own inventions.
Maybe he could talk to Bruce or Tim about getting Danny an internship at the R&D lab in Wayne Enterprises? That way they could keep a closer eye on him while seeing what he can create in some of the best laboratories in the country.
Well, it might take having them meet Danny before they trust him enough for that, but Duke is sure he can make it happen.
“I better go see this through, then,” Danny says, shoving the contraption back into his hoodie pocket. He gives Duke a small awkward wave, then pops out of visibility. “I’ll see you around, I guess?” he disembodied voice hedges, and Duke smiles.
“I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.”
“Cool. I gonna go now!”
He doesn’t see any sign that Danny’s left, but he gets a feeling that he’s alone now, the apartment suddenly emptier than it was before.
As strange and concerning as Danny and all his bizarre actions were, Duke is glad he was able to finally talk to him and get some answers. Knowing how Gotham pulls people him in, it’s only a matter of time before the other Bats are exposed to Danny’s kind of strange. He’s already looking forward to it.
For now, though, he has a file to update in the Hatch; POTENTIAL THREAT will be removed and replaced with GHOST HELPER.
If anyone goes snooping into his files and gets confused, then that’s their problem. Duke’s explained enough. And Danny can take care of the rest, once they go through the effort of tracking him down. Duke's done his part, he's ready for the rest of them to step up to his level.
He can’t wait to see what other kind of trouble Danny can get it into.
#ghostlights#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc#prompt fill#my writing#could not do a meet cute/weird in this prompt so i made it a meet disaster lol#heres danny trying to focus on his education!! and then ghosts start popping up asking for help bc gotham wont let them leave#so danny has to make a few contraptions to be able to help them (mostly ecto tracking/measuring/containing) and it looks SOOO sus#the ghosts also have a weak ecto sense which is how they find him bc hes FULL of ecto#and that means hes robbing houses during the day/late evening bc the night is for homework and stress#duke is just... trying his best lol.#sorry if the last part of this is rushed or confusing i am slightly sick and can Not focus#anyways i hope u enjoy!!#thanks for the prompt!!
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🍂☠️For the BW Sanctuary Fall Flash Event ☠️🍂
#ym523art#ymrender#bloodweave#astarion x gale#gale x astarion#BW Sanctuary Fall Flash#I accidently posted this before the due date the other day haha#while exploring/investigating a haunted house Gale discovers a trapped lil vamp#ofc he takes him with him#i.e my prompt was haunted house
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huntlow week day 1: palisman. eepy creatures
#when people voted on the prompts. no one could have foreseen the sad irony of day 1 palisman being an option#huntlow week 2022#huntlow week#huntlow#the owl house#flapjack toh#clover toh#toh s3#animation#video#toh#fanart#my art
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Vee week day 1: Shapeshifter!
@vee-week
#my art#this was done before work for publishing veezine really kicked in so tomorrow's prompt is going to be a bit lower quality lol#but anyways i'm so happy there's a vee week! and that it's right on the release of veezine!#it's been so wonderful seeing my dash full of vee art#vee noceda#veek 2024#day 1#shapeshifter#the owl house
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Them again😌
#wittober#the owl house#POV first day on the job and you’re getting deadly stare from a first grader#you forgot the pickles on his chicken sandwich#I hope AUs are allowed!#I thought prompt was free as in free day/anything#but looked through some posts and I think it’s actually free as in liberated oops#luz noceda#emperor belos#philip wittebane#toh#everywhen and then#using any excuse to draw this AU
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Wolf Hunter- Jonsa writing prompt // Jonsa Halloween 2024 day 1 Wolf- cursed lovers
Sansa Stark always knew one thing: she would be a good Wolf- Queen and protect her people.
Jon Snow always knew one thing: he would fulfill his destiny and destroy the kingdom of the werewolves forever.
But what happens when the werewolf queen and the hunter prince fall in love?
"I wish I had killed you when I still could." "What's stopping you now?" "Killing you would be like ripping my own heart out of my chest with my bare hands."
#maybe I write this one day but for now feel free to use this#Jonsa#Sansa Stark#Jon snow#jonsa halloween 2024#jonsa writing prompt#wolf#house stark#game of thrones#got/asoiaf#writing on tumblr#writing prompt#jonsa au
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Emergency Glass
Whumptober 7: Only for Emergencies, Prompt Idea
Lester Sinclair x Vampire!reader
Tw: starved reader, blood mention, hints that the reader was tortured
Prompt Idea: In need of Blood
When he found you, you were barely hanging on to life. Your eyes were glazed and lost in the murky waters, and your hair was tangled like broken vines from a willow. Your shirt was torn and shred from some animal he didn’t know; he’s never seen claws that big before. Whatever took you out and left you for dead wasn’t in a hurry; it took its time with you as if you were a plaything to its own muse.
Lester was gentle as he scooped your body in his arms and cradled you like a child. You were too light in his hold, and he could see the outline of your bones and veins under your skin and how they connected like a spider’s web. Your cold form shivered as his warmth kept you awake and relaxed. Your eyes fluttered then rolled as he removed you from the hellish waters and twisted tree limbs. You struggled a breath, and he hushes you like a mother towards a frighten child. In a way, you were a frighten child after the past few days in a hunter’s den. You were torn apart then stitched back together in an unforgivable fashion. You felt violated and stripped of what little you had left of yourself, of the line that separates you from monsters. Now, a stranger, kind and true, was carrying you out of the swamp and placing you inside his track with carefulness.
With the rumble of his truck, it roared to life, and he drove down the rough, beaten road to poorly done gravel road. The bitter smell of decay and dried blood was enough to make your mouth water, but you bit your tongue and clenched your jaw. You’re hearing wasn’t the best, but you knew the stranger was speaking to you. The voice was too muffled and quiet due to your ears ringing and buzzing like a light. Hunger was starting to set in, and it was burning a hole in your chest. You don’t attack humans; only animals. But the driver...you could smell his blood from under his skin and it flowed like a clear river. It was enough to make your stomach rumble and your fangs to grow. You felt your eyes change colors to a deep red. Even in his eyes, you saw your reflection and how it made him shiver once he realized who is in his truck.
Lester’s heard stories about what lurks in Louisiana shadows. He’s heard about the string of attacks in the cities and how there seemed to be a hive somewhere. Finding you out in the middle of the swamp after he was done setting up traps for gators should’ve rung alarm bells. But the claw marks on your body and the scratches that marked your body, making you look like a map of tortured and torn souls, should’ve made him run off for his shot gun in the back of his truck, but it only would’ve made things difficult. His hands aren’t as clean as Bo’s or Vincent’s, but it wasn’t as stained or darken by rich blood. It wasn’t as messy as the twins and their twisted artwork.
He saw you as a hurt deer, something that can be nursed back to health and let go into the wild after tending to your needs. He was Whatever called him to stay and help you...whatever possessed him to look after you, he’ll be as helpful as he could be. Besides, it’s his southern hospitality kicking in along with his nature to give a hand. He was always too kind, and it never scared him until the points of your fangs glowed in the starlight.
Lester swallowed the rock in his throat, his Adams apple bobbing like a toy boat down a rocky stream. The smell of his blood was intoxicating, and it drowned you in your own thoughts. If you had a taste, just a nibble, what harm would that do? He may be thin, but he had enough meat on his bones and blood in his system to serve you well and good. Only for emergencies, you bite humans. Only for emergencies, you feed off their blood and hang on their necks like a vise. The worry gleam in his eyes didn’t call you away or scare you; he knew what you needed.
The truck began to slow down until it stopped. He threw the car in park and turned off the engine, killing it with ease. He stayed in the driver seat as if he was reflecting what his next move would be. You watched as he closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.
“I’ll help you,” he said after a while. “I’ll help you, vampire.” His puppy brown and blue eyes looked down at you. “At least lemme getcha in the house before ya bite me, yeah?” When he saw you nod slowly, he unbuckles both himself then you and hops out of the truck. It wasn’t long until he was holding you once more in his arms. “You’ll be a’right, little vampire.” Why did the words make you blush? Why was the nickname repeating in your head over and over? “Les’ll make sure you’re alive after dis.”
Going into his house and heading to his little guest room by the back door wasn’t a long walk. From what you gathered from his little walk, his home wasn’t that big, but it wasn’t too small.
“Oh, I’m Lester, by the way,” he introduced himself as he laid you down. The mattress and cold sheets under your touch was soft like a moss bed, and he watched as your tensed body unfold like a blooming flower. “There you go,” he praises in a hushed voice. “I’ll get a rag; don’t know how long you were out there and—”
His voice trailed and stopped as soon as your pearly white fangs showed through your lips, plumped and bruised. Lester closes his mouth and swallows a thick, awed gasp. To him, you looked just as right as rain. A part of him hopes you drain every drop of him and turn him into a husk of a person. The way the moonlight laid over you like a blanket made you look like royalty. “Right, you need blood, little vampire.”
Lester lowered himself on the bed and awkwardly shifted you to be on top of him. He rubbed your back and turned his head to expose his neck until. You could practically feel it in your mouth even though you haven’t bitten down. You could taste it and feel it flow over down your throat ever-so-smooth and slick. His comforting warmth and slow circles on your back only made you feel more relaxed.
He almost felt like home.
Only for emergencies, you can break down and shatter the glass to that safety case. Only for emergencies, you can feed off humans and drink deeply in rich and sweet blood. Only for emergencies...just until your hunger is gone.
#house of wax#house of wax 2005#house of wax (2005)#lester sinclair#house of wax fanfiction#house of wax fanfic#slasher x reader#whumptober2024#whumptober 2024#whumptober#whumptobor day 7#no. 7#only for emergencies#for emergency only#alternative prompt idea#lester sinclair x reader#Lester Sinclair x you#lester sinclair x s/o#lester sinclair house of wax#vampire!reader#vampire reader#Tw starved reader#tw blood mention#tw hints at torture
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Day 6: Farewell
Imagining it takes Partner a while to feel comfortable letting Hero out of their sight
@heropartnerweek
#Treecko#skitty#pokemon doodles#original art#heropartnerweek#heropartnerweek2024#This prompt wound up giving me the most trouble actually#I can’t for the life of me make a serious piece I’m sorry#Like my original thought was something sad. The actual farewell scene in explorers#But then it’s too sad :(#(and also too much background to draw ��)#Anyway I don’t think partner would be able to accept hero’s actually BACK quickly#They’re thrilled no doubt#But can totally see them worrying it’s a mistake#Or temporary#checking for signs of that light when hero’s not looking#Going to bed every night praying they’ll still be there in the morning#Trying to live every day like it could be their last together#At least for a while#worst would be if they finally started to relax just before the palkia plot#Like they let their guard down and feel genuinely happy then BAM palkia in your house that night#Telling both of you your existence is destroying the fabric of space#After that can imagine hero really struggling to help partner feel relaxed/happy again#Because LAST time they relaxed they were almost killed#Anyway partner feeling they constantly have to be on guard for the next major catastrophe :(#Lot of pressure for a little pink kitten
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how to sell a haunted house - grady hendrix sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , alcohol , language , mental health
‘you need to sit down.’
‘what did you do?’
‘jesus, i’m sorry I’m not doing it the right way. i’m sure you’d be perfect at this.’
‘I find knowing these details makes it easier.’
‘you should have a drink, too.’
‘i’m not going to die. not for a long time.’
‘just because we shared a bathroom for fifteen years doesn’t mean you know a thing about me.’
‘my yoga instructor knows more about me than you do.’
‘I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d show up and start telling everyone what to do.’
‘look, I know you need to be in charge, but I’ve taken care of this.’
‘stop telling me how to deal with things. things are dealt with. I dealt with them.’
‘you can’t argue with someone when they’re upset.’
‘I don’t know what got into me, but I overreacted and I’m not proud of if it, and it wasn’t fair to you.’
‘you always needed everyone looking at you.’
‘I didn’t do it for attention. I did it because I was upset.’
‘I don’t like coming in here anyways. it’s got bad vibes.’
‘you can’t put a price tag on love.’
‘being here is really bad for my mental health.’
‘I know you don’t like me because i’m not successful enough for you.’
‘i’m actually happy with my life.’
‘if we aren’t related, if we met today, we wouldn’t chose to be friends.’
‘I don’t think we should be in here at all. I think my plan was better.’
‘don’t you feel the vibes?’
‘this is happening too fast. we need to slow down.’
‘your house is haunted.’
‘every single time I give you the benefit of the doubt, or I try to help, it comes back and bites me in the ass. every! single! time!’
‘our house is not haunted.’
‘i’m telling you there’s weird vibe. I can feel it in my gut.’
‘methinks thou doth protesteth too much.’
‘ghosts don’t exist.’
‘there are true things and there are false things, and there are no in-betweens.’
‘there are facts, like houses and car accidents and cremation, and there’s bullshit like ghosts and vibes and exorcisms. and if you start getting the true things mixed up with the false things, you’re fucked!’
‘reality is not a consensus!’
‘when you don’t like the way a conversation is going you deflect with personal attacks.’
‘you’re like some kind of emotionally abusive octopus entangling everyone in your word tentacles.’
‘even I know that you don’t go back in a haunted house after dark.’
‘the only things here are memories, and those can’t hurt us.’
‘you’re very threatened by new ideas.’
‘I offered to stay tonight because I thought it would be good for you. i’m hoping it gives you some closure.’
‘why are you so mad at me? is it because you feel guilty?’
‘i’m sorry you remember it that way because that must feel terrible, but that’s not what happened.’
‘stop telling me what I remember!’
‘no one ever says no to you, (name) because we’re all scared you’re going to lose your temper.’
‘oh, fuck you. nice try, (name), but fuck you.’
‘no matter what you did, I still don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’
‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star.’
‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star. all because you can’t face the fact that your life is sad and empty.’
‘it’s a little late for you to start being my brother now.’
‘you blew my mind. it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.’
‘no matter what, I don’t want to ditch you here with a bunch of ghosts.’
‘right now what you need, for once in your life, is to listen to me.’
‘the way you’re laughing is actually really, really scary.’
‘none of this is real.’
‘stop being scary.’
‘I don’t think I’m well. I think something is really wrong inside me.’
‘don’t you fucking laugh at me. for the first time ever, my life finally makes sense.’
‘I don’t think I know what’s real anymore.’
‘my explanation is logically consistent. yours is all magical energy.’
‘it was absolutely terrifying.’
‘how much trouble are you in?’
‘look at me. you’re not crazy. this really happened.’
‘don’t make this funny.’
everything you’ve seen tonight, i’ve seen it too.’
‘i’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.’
‘it was easier to pretend nothing happened.’
‘my entire life I’ve always known something was wrong with me. i’ve spend my entire life scared that if didn’t do everything exactly right, reality would unravel around me and I’d lose myself again.’
‘I forgive you.’
‘I hope you feel better. i’m fine.’
‘I didn’t think you had it in you.’
‘get out of here.’
‘all the things I did, I want to forget.’
‘i’m not doing it! i’m not doing it again!’
‘you need to get out of here right now.’
‘it won’t hurt me, but it’ll hurt you. you have to go right now!’
‘don’t let him do this again. don’t let him take over.’
‘I need a beer.’
‘an apology would go a long way.’
‘can you keep it down? I had to lie about what happened to a lot of people.’
‘are you seriously upset with me because I saved your life?’
‘you need to accept reality.’
‘you’ve become such a grouch.’
‘I wish you’d let someone take care of you.’
‘do you agree that there are forces greater than this world and we are helpless in the face of them?’
‘we don’t have time to fuck around.’
‘i’d like to say this the weirdest shit that’s ever happened to me but I have a bad feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.’
‘I told you this was a bad idea.’
‘I think we’re fucked.’
‘this is wrong. what you’re doing is wrong.’
‘let’s talk about something that’s actually interesting.’
‘it just hurts a little. and by ‘a little’ I mean ‘a lot’ and also ‘all the time.’’
#rp sentence starters#rp prompts#rp memes#literature prompts#literature sentence starters#horror prompts#horror sentence starters#anna's 31 days of halloween#31 days of halloween: 7#how to sell a haunted house prompts#how to sell a haunted house sentence starters
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“When the time came, they were buried beside each other”
@Flufftober Alt Prompt 6: Gravestone.
#Guys please talk to me about Dimidue I have so many thoughts and feelings about them#Honestly other than Kazurei i think they’re my OTP#And when I saw one of the FluffTober prompts was gravestones I IMMEDIATELY thought of their paired ending#Flufftober2024#Alt Prompt 6: Gravestone#(Submitted in place of day 5 I’m still catching up lol)#Fire Emblem Three Houses#Fe3h#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#dedue molinaro#Dimidue#i love them with my whole heart#i do feel a little meh about how this turned out but oh well#My art#zsart
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poking the sleeping bear
30 days of wolfox: day 8
#star fox#wolfox#fox mccloud#wolf o'donnell#star fox fanart#🌹 art#gave up on the prompt#have a migraine#at s friend's house#been drinking#so voila#have wolf being a little shit#whilst shittily drawn#30 days of wolfox
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harrystyles Happy International Women’s Day to my girls and all the women out there💛 you inspire me everyday. -H
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yourusername this is beautiful H xx💐
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#harry styles#international women's day 2023#international women's month#harry styles writing#harry styles instagram#soft harry#harry styles social media#harry styles imagine#harry x reader#harrys house#dadrry#harry styles fluff#love on tour#harry styles prompts#harry's house album#harry styles x oc#dad!harry#harry styles blurb#harry styles fic#tpwk
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Winter Days
request <3
warning(s): none
pair: robert chase x gn!reader
one shot or hc: one shot
note: this is before he gets with cameron bc i imagined him with long hair and i think its cute<3 please enjoy! hopefully its not too short hehe
word count: 550
house md masterlist
The cold hit you directly on the nose, it almost felt like you could see yourself turn slightly red. And yet Chase was smiling like an idiot at you, grabbing your hand and leading to an open field close by. There were other people too, but most were kids with their parents and not grown adults like yourselves having fun. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle when you saw Chase reach down for a ball of snow.
“Need some help kid?” You teased at him before jumping onto his back and giving him a bear hug. There was a slight noise he made, but nonetheless seeing you happy and laughing was all he could ask for.
Chase eventually forgot about the snowball and instead suggested creating a snow angel. He covered your head with a hoodie and sat down on the soft snow, cold on his fingertips. You giggled when he visibled shivered at the touch, but so did you. The two of you made snow angels and stood up to see the results, teasing each other about the ‘mistakes’ you had made like not big enough wings or some other silly thing. When the snow day was coming to an end, most of the kids and parents had gone home, and while you were tired, there was something left to do.
Quietly, even while the snow was soft and mushy under your feet, you rolled some snow into a ball. Chase was quietly checking something on his phone and luckily you were quick enough to hit him dead center on the back. He turned around, very slowly for dramatic effect and without even blinking had scooped a snowball himself. You nearly missed his precise throw before going for cover at the playground, behind trees. He did the same, scooping one snowball after another. At times giving away your location because of each other’s snickering and teasing.
“Come on! You know I’ll win anyways~” Chase would say tauntingly, with an obvious smile in the tone of his voice. All you could do is scoff, come out of hiding and toss a snowball that likely hit your desired target. By the end of the fight, you were both soaking wet that it was surely settling into a cold, but at least the two of you would be sick together.
Chase said it was a tie, but you had obviously won by the time he was sniffling first on the field. You smiled, somewhat guilty and finally decided to go home, get cozy.
At home, there was surely someone getting sick (Chase), so some hot chocolate was made or maybe tea if preferred to warm the body. All wrapped in blankets, Chase cuddled with you while swaddled. The sweet and content sighs made for a perfect night before you set a kiss on his forehead, falling asleep to the crackling of the fire that night.
#house md#robert chase#robert chase x reader#x reader#robert chase x you#x you#one shot#fluff prompts#winter day
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Now my friends, today, more specifically tonight is when I’ll be officially moving from California to Wisconsin so if I disappear and what not that is why.
Confluence will be on a little hiatus until I get my bearings together, it’ll be a long drive so maybe I’ll work on it while I am stuck in a car for three and then some days.
But! Fear not for I have some fun planned. I will be reblogging a word prompt list that you guys can send me and I’ll write little Drabbles/oneshots just so I don’t lose my mind.
So thank you all for the support and patience! We’ll get back to our schedule in no time.
#spottie speaks#sadly I won’t be able to draw but I can write! ;)#so look out for that word prompt list!#or even just send me things you’d like to see me write!#I’ll be stuck at my grandparents house all day today so I could use the entertainment lol
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HAPPY CRINGETOBER ONE AND ALL
lumity grom scene screenshot redraw for day 1 be upon thee
(I don’t know how many prompts I’ll be able to do but I will have fun with it no matter what)
cringetober prompts under the cut!
#my art#the owl house#toh fanart#cringetober#cringetober 2024#inktober 2024#lumity#luz noceda#amity blight#luz x amity#inktober prompts#cringetober day 1
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gw claude was insane for this
#based on a TikTok I saw some time ago#for dmcl week day 2 battle thrill prompt#dimiclaude#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd#claude von riegan#dmcl#fire emblem three houses#fire emblem warriors three hopes#fire emblem three hopes#fe3h#few3h#dmcl week#dmclweek2022#my art
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