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bonebrokebuddy · 2 years

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A TROPE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE EXPLORED MORE:

I’ve seen many fics where it hits the general story beats of: Danny gets approached by Gotham citizens. They talk to him like they know Danny but he has never seen these people before in his life. Eventually he finds out that people are mistaking him for a batkid. Eventually the look-alikes meet and they share stories of how they got confused for each other and wanted to meet the other to see who they kept getting confused for.

I’ve seen authors do this mainly with Gotham citizens or a member of the batfamily mistaking Danny for a member of the batfamily.

But I haven’t seen many examples of the reverse. An Amity Park citizen approaching a batkid thinking that they are Danny.

Imagine the possibilities. The many hcs about creepy Amity Park would mesh perfectly with this. The batkids would be massively confused and be very concerned because like,

What the fuck is wrong with these weird people who keep approaching him and asking when his parent’s wrist rays are going to go back in stock because their old one broke? Who is this “Danny” guy and why do they look enough alike for them to be mistaken for the other multiple times in one day? What the fuck is wrong with the town these guys are coming from because when they are background checked they’ve all came from this small town in Illinois? And why do these people keep thinking he’s been possessed by ghost then pull weird sci-fi looking guns out of nowhere and fire at him with weird green goo when they say they’re not Danny?

Ways this prompt could work in many different ways for different batkids with the above scenario (but if you write something about Amity Park members mistaking a batkid for Danny, please tag me i would love to read it):

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DAMIAN

Initially, the Amity Park citizen thought that Danny was doing his “spooky eye” thing but then after the kid said he wasn’t Danny, they realized it was a sign of possession. Damian isn’t possessed; he just has green eyes.

ANOTHER ROUTE:

Damian thinks that one of his clones has escaped the league of assassins and now is living a normal life in Amity. Seeking to get rid of the weaker clone, Damian goes to Amity to kill Danny. They fight but Danny tries to talk it out and eventually, after nearly being murdered in his bed multiple nights in a row, consents to DNA testing. The best part? Because Danny canonically has fucked up dna due to that “his molecules got all rearranged” so, for this, it means that Danny’s DNA is so fucked up when trying to do any testing on it, that it’s essentially unreadable. So they are never able to actually finally disprove that Danny isn’t related to Damian (who is paranoid that the birth certificates and baby photos of Danny could be elaborately faked by the league of assassins because they cannot biologically disprove that they are not related but jokes on him, they’re not actually related. They just look alike).

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TIM

Tim notes the name Amity Park and once he gets back to the batcave, he begins his research. And is then immediately concerned at the blatant digital non-existence up of the entire town. There are some news reports, a town website, articles about places to visit and restaurants to eat at. But that's it. Just articles and official websites that are oddly blank. He can find no social media posts or blogs or any online activity at all from people inside Amity Park. No tweets with the location set to Amity, no youtube channels, no school email addresses, no nothing from people within Amity.

Just complete digital silence.

Whoever was responsible was doing a pretty shitty job at hiding that they were covering up something big. And all it took was a VPN with the location set in Amity with Justice League clearance and he was in.

Amateurs.

Tim sat back as the batcomputer began compiling and sorting the previously hidden information. Five minutes into the scan, a popup appeared with the first set of interesting things about Amity. The most notable was that the town has been being attacked by monsters they called “ghosts” for over 5 years now. The second was that there was an previously undocumented organization that claimed to be government funded but with further research, it wasn’t clear which government as a little digging revealed the money to be sourced from multiple of them. The third was the Dr.s Fenton research. Research seemed to have changed from the belief that ghosts were non-sentient forms of energy fueled by their last emotions alive to the current perception of ghosts not only being sentient but there being countless and very intriguing research papers on the history, governments, and cultures from a variety of ghost societies.

The fourth popup was the surface level information on Danny Fenton. As the batcomputer would need more time to find more information. And holy shit. The guy did look like him. Well, almost. In the most recent photo that Danny posted with his friends, Tim could clearly see that there were a few differences. Namely, his build. Fenton was visibly more muscular with broader shoulders and a few inches taller. But scrolling back through the images, he found one from before Danny got his apparent growth spurt and they looked nearly identical. Sure Tim had a slightly different jawline, different eye shape with the color a different shade of blue. But Danny looked like if someone tried to draw Tim from memory. It was uncanny. But there was much larger things to worry about as a new chime from the batcomputer brought his attention and to his shock, he already had access to the ghost investigation ward’s database. There is no way that the batcomputer's program automatic searching for firewall weakness actually worked on a government clearance server. But probing around in the server, it became quickly apparent that it wasn’t easily accessible false information to give to people so they think they’ve achieved their goal. No, the automatic system actually worked and someone had left a convenient backdoor to the server that gave him access through an “Agent K’s” clearance.

There was so much data available that it quickly became clear to Tim that it would take a while to sort through it all. Glancing over the different files, Tim froze and clicked on a file labeled “Fenton-Lazarus-Agreement.pdf”. It took a while to read as the scanned contract was so compressed that it was nearly illegible. This “Ghost Investigation Ward” was planning on performing experiments combining Lazarus Water with a substance only referred to as “purified ectoplasm” to see how it affected ghosts, humans, and to see how it could be integrated into weapons that could equally affect both. Horrified, Tim began to comb through as much information as he could find. But while Agent K had clearance to know about the upcoming plans for these tests, they did not have access to any other communication about it. So, with no other easily exploitable trapdoor, Tim set to work sorting through encrypted and classified information.

No shit whoever it was left the obvious backdoor, he would too after how damn long it took to unencrypt the damn messages, it was almost inhuman how difficult it was. He had to meet the guy who hacked into the organization first. Because whoever it was, had his undying respect and he just wished that the dude got access to the rest of the database because if they were hiding it this well, it must be something really bad.

Several hours later, the lights of the batcave have long since automatically shut off. The light from the batcomputer being the only source of illumination still on, casting harsh dramatic shadows across the billions of dollars worth of equipment and trophies around him. While Tim knew he shouldn’t be down here this late because the light will disturb the natural sleep cycle of the bats within it, right now he did not care. But Tim’s attention wasn’t focused on the familiarly creepy atmosphere of the cave or the sound of the unnaturally active bats. His eyes, now red and dry from straining for hours looking at the bright light were focused on the records of communications between the Al Ghul’s glaring down at him from the screen. The unencrypted emails detailed an agreement for the exchange of “Fenton Works weapons and gadgets” in return for Lazarus water. Tim reread the emails again and again. Fenton Works. He knew that something was up. From what he recalled from the guy who shot green goo at him earlier that day, they mentioned something about “wrist rays” available for purchase by the Fentons. Guess his doppelganger was more involved in Tim’s life than he previously thought. .

After spending many days researching and compiling information, Tim was able to send a full, cohesive report to Bruce first, then the Justice League as further investigation of goings-on in the Ghost Investigation Ward and Amity Park revealed that there was much more being covered up than just the ghosts and the connection to the League of Assassins in the little midwestern town.

Tim was able to convince Bruce to let him be apart of the scouting and information gathering team when the League was cleared to investigate Amity Park. He really wanted to find the guy who was able to hack into the Ghost Investigation Ward’s security, get some Fenton Works tech incase ghost attacks ever occurred in Gotham, and to maybe meet this Danny guy and see if he can ask him if there is a way to get ectoplasm out of clothing because the last Amity Park guy who thought he was processed got a shot in and the ectoplasm stain wont come out of his favorite shirt.

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Jason

This wasn’t Jason’s first encounter with an Amity citizen, but this was the first time they landed a shot in and it hurt. The middle aged black man stood in front of Jason with his gun still raised. The man wore a light blue work polo with tan pants. The shirt was embroidered with a company logo of an “Axion Labs” in white followed by the attacker’s name, Damon Gray, embroidered in black.

Barely having any time to recover from the shot, the Gray continued his barrage of fire and yelled, “GET OUT OF DANNY YOU GHOST!” Jason narrowly dodged the rays coming at him of the weird toxic green energy that was so bright it almost flickered out of human perception. So Jason did the reasonable thing and ran. He needed to escape the barrage of bullets and couldn’t fight back in his civilian gear. Dodging into a nearby alleyway to escape the blasts, Jason jumped up in the nearby fire escape and hastily began to climb. Pain erupted from his shoulder as he looked down and saw Gray with surprising amounts of dexterity and mobility for a man around 50, easily hop up on the fire escape and continued to fire. And so the chase continued. The guy was a surprisingly good shot, as evident from the stinging pain in his back and shoulder and it was a relief when finally Jason was able to loose the attacker. But by the time he donned his red hood gear, the asshole was gone.

Unbeknownst to Jason, Damon Grey had hurriedly changed course as he realized that if he missed the meeting he flew over 800 miles to get to, his boss would kill him regardless if it was to stop a possession or not. On the train, he opened up his Amity Alert App and reported the possession and location to let the rest of the town to keep a lookout for Danny and excuse any actions he may make until the ghost is removed.

800 miles away, three alerts rung off from three phones, one with a galaxy case, one in a purple case, and one in an absolute brick of a case that looked like it would survive a nuclear blast before it let the phone inside break. Tucker looked up from his computer and went to turn the alert off before he paused. Looked back the notification then over his shoulder where Danny sat at assembling a Fenton Works device (Danny seriously regrets letting Tucker set up that online shop because now his days are mostly filled with helping keep up with the backlog of orders. His parents’ age are gaining on them and they don’t have the ability to constantly be making inventions like they used to. So, Danny does his best to help out.) with Sam working on a different order next to him. Both of them haven already turned their respective phone’s alerts off.

“Hey Danny”, Tucker called out, making Danny pause from his current task of assembling a Fenton Lipstick Blaster and turn his head to look at Tucker,

“Yeah dude?”

Holding his phone close to his face and clearly enunciating to emphasize the message, Tucker began to read, “Are you aware that at 12:43pm today you were spotted being processed in Gotham by Valerie’s Dad?” Tucker lowered his phone and looked back up at Danny who had fully put down his tools and reached for his own phone.

“Didn’t you say that El was visiting Spain right now?”

“Yeah, she sent me a photo of a seagull stealing someone’s hat from there, like, two hours ago.” Tucker could see Danny tapping around on his phone, presumably opening his conversation with Dani.

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed and he paused looking at his screen. “No, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to travel back to the US by now unless she found a natural portal or called Wulf. But I’m going to text her again really quick just to make sure.”

Tucker got up and walked over to where the ghost boy and Sam sat at the workbench. Then they waited. A few moments later, the typing indicator’s dots popped up and a new message appeared.

It read, “Nope! I’m still in Spain? I saw the alert, are you okay?”

After typing a response, Danny laid his phone down on the cluttered workbench rubbed his face in his hands and turned to face Sam and Tucker.

“What the fuck do we do now?”

#dp x dc #dc comics #batman #danny phantom #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #writing prompt #dp x dc prompt #who am i kidding this is basically the outline of a fic #you can tell that as i went on i just kept getting ideas and it just kept getting more and more eborate #this was meant to be 200 words tops #this is now 2.4k #my bad im awful at keeping stuff short and not shoving weird bits of worldbuilding and story detail into things #my bad #im awful at keeping these short and keep adding random bits of worldbuilding and technicalities and story detail i #into what is meant to be just prompts to get the idea out there #and now i have around 10k of unfinished story ideas and fairly elaborate worldbuilding about fawcett city that i have been working on #for maybe about a month or so and i keep just adding things to it #and most of it i still need to transfer into writing because the ideas are for the fawcett city stuff is mainly stored in audio notes #and i need to write them out and make them less of vague ideas #and i just know that is going to take me ages #the worst part is i have to post my original founding idea of where most of my other ideas for fawcett stem from #and so the adding on ideas dont make as much sense if i dont have the main thing posted already #so i have tons of halfwritten things for fawcett city worldbuilding and how to make it super memorable and have golden age comic logic #be essentially integrated into the very founding of Fawcett #but i keep having new ideas so i dont work on that one but i also really want to get it done because im very proud of it but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh #anyways #thats all for now #hope you enjoyed the prompts

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thepenultimateword · 11 months

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Prompt #198

“Choose.”

“I-I can’t do that!”

“Choose! Me or heroism. You can’t have both. You just can’t.”

Hero’s lip trembled, and Villain put their head in their hands.

“Don’t, Hero. Please. I love you, but I’m not getting treated like garbage for your cover anymore. So make a choice. I already know mine.”

#short prompt #prompt #writing prompt #just 1 more #until 200 #writblr

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pagsys-writings · 2 months

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28. Letters

For years after Arthur passed, Merlin wrote letters to him. He filled their contents with all the words he should have said when he had the chance. His first one was filled with apologies. His second held all the hurt Merlin felt at the loss of Arthur and his other friends. Regret dripped from the words of his third letter for all he didn’t do for Camelot, for Arthur, and even Morgana. But as the letters continued, they changed. As Merlin came to terms with all his emotions, the one that remained constant was love. Soon he found himself surrounded by piles of love letters as he waited for Arthur’s return, and he wondered if Arthur would ever get to read them.

#merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #101 micro fic prompts #flash fiction #<200 words #I wrote this late last night #and I kept writing author instead of arthur #this is post canon

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baronessblixen · 6 months

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Little Sanguinarium prompt whenever you feel like it: Mulder to Scully: "Well, not everyone can say they're the most beautiful wherever they go."

UST-filled post-ep fic: Mulder thinks Scully is the most beautiful person wherever she goes. She doesn't believe him so he tries to make her see it his way. (wc: 1,258)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 18: Beautiful In My Eyes

They’re working on their case report. At least in theory. Mulder is clearly not typing, his thoughts elsewhere. She’d like to be elsewhere too. It’s after 4 p.m. and she’s tired and hungry. Maybe a bit cranky. And much like Mulder, her thoughts aren’t at all on their most recent case. The one Skinner wants a report on. She sighs and Mulder’s head shoots up, his interest immediately piqued.

“Bored?” he asks.

“Tired,” she says.

“We can finish up tomorrow.”

“Something else might come up tomorrow. Mulder, I hate this as much as you do, but procrastinating is not going to help.”

He makes a noise and leans back in his chair, his hands behind his head.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” she asks, trying to make sense of what she’s already written.

“Getting plastic surgery.”

“Not seriously,” she says, thinking about the time she wanted to have bigger boobs. She was younger then. Much younger. “Have you?”

“With a nose like mine? Of course.” He holds his pen up to it as if trying to see how the two compare. She narrows her eyes, watching him.

“You surprise me sometimes,” she says. “Have you looked in a mirror?”

“Every once in a while,” he replies with a grin. “Are you saying I’m good-looking?”

“You know you are.” She clears her throat and hopes she’s not blushing too furiously. With her complexion, the slightest flush of her skin can reveal her true feelings. In high school, she could never keep her crushes a secret for long. Melissa always got it out of her because eventually, little red splotches would appear on her skin and make it obvious.

“And anyway,” she goes on, hoping Mulder will just let it go, “I think everyone wonders sometimes. What would it be like to be more beautiful? Just look at the cosmetic surgery industry. For some people that’s all that matters: to be the most beautiful person wherever they go.”

“Well, not everyone can say they're the most beautiful wherever they go,” Mulder says, cracking a sunflower seed between his teeth. “Not when they’re in a room with you.”

“Right,” she says, not taking him seriously at all. “We really need to finish this report, Mulder. Otherwise, we’ll never leave this office.”

“Did you hear what I said?” he asks. She’s staring down at the file, so she hears rather than sees Mulder round the desk and stop in front of her. She gets a whiff of his scent and wonders for a moment how he can still smell so good after a day at work.

“Scully? Did you hear what I said?” He’s not letting it go. Sometimes he’s more stubborn than a mule.

“I heard you,” she says, but doesn’t look up.

“You don’t believe me.” He’s not even asking; he knows.

“Mulder, I know I’m an attractive woman.” She finally meets his gaze. “But the most beautiful person? That’s a bit much.” He shakes his head, not once looking away from her.

“You are.” There’s more to what he’s saying, but it hangs in the air between them. She’s scared to reach for it.

“Can you drop this? Please? We need to finish this report.” That damn report. That damn case, too. That’s what brought his question on in the first place.

“In a second,” he says. “Why won’t you believe me?”

“I believe you, okay? Can we work now?”

“Your eyes,” he says, his voice so soft that it takes her breath away. “Before I knew you, I’d never seen eyes like yours. They’re so big and round. And Scully, they’re so blue. When I first met you, I thought of ice. But your eyes aren’t ice at all. They’re the color of the ocean you love so much.” She swallows hard, her mouth hanging open.

“Then there’s your nose. Did you know that the tip of your nose moves when you talk? Sometimes I can’t listen to anything you say because of it. But that could also be because of your lips.” He’s come closer and has crouched down. He’s level with her now and she feels frozen in place. For a moment she thinks, almost hopes, that he’s going to touch her. But the only part of him touching her are his eyes. She watches him as they wander to her lips. Instinctively, she licks them and sees a smile appear on his face.

“Hmm, yeah. That’s all I’m gonna say. And that’s just your face, Scully.” His eyes meet hers and she sees the honesty in his. Vulnerability. He’s letting her see a side of him she hasn’t seen before. He’s opening his heart to her. “If I wrote poetry, I could fill volumes with how beautiful you are. Your face, your body, and your mind. Oh, your mind. That might be the sexiest of them all."

“Because men are so attracted to intelligence."

"Well, I am." He's looking at her and not even blinking.

Mulder,” she whispers. “What are you doing?”

“Telling you the truth.” He shrugs. They don’t do this. They never do this. There have been moments when she thought about the two of them as more than partners. Sometimes out of fear or desperation. Many, many times out of sheer attraction. She knows they’re attracted to each other. She’s seen him look at her from time to time. But mostly, she’s chalked it up to her being around him every day.

She knows about the videos he watches and has seen the actresses that star in them. They’re tall and brunette. Sometimes blonde. Not once has she seen a redhead. She’s also seen him check out women while they were having lunch, or on case. Never a redhead there either. All of that makes her want to dismiss what he’s saying. Maybe he’s only doing this to flatter her so she’ll write the report on her own. If it weren’t for his eyes. She knows Mulder. Has had years now to study and get to know him. More than that, she knows the tell-tale signs of attraction. And right now, while Mulder is looking her in the eyes, his pupils are dilated.

“Are you doing this to get out of writing this report?” She just has to know.

“That thought never crossed my mind,” he says with a sweet smile. “Would that have worked?”

“No.” Mulder laughs and she’s tempted to give him a taste of his own medicine. Because she, too, could compose sonnets about how beautiful he is. Starting with his mind. Beautiful, brilliant mind. Then there are his puppy eyes, and his pouty, luscious lips.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“The case,” she lies.

“Liar," he says, his face so close that the tip of his nose touches her. "Why would that case make you blush?” Now he's grinning at her. “Don’t worry,” he says, moving in even closer so that their mouths are only a hairsbreadth apart. “I won’t call you out on starting at my lips.”

“I wasn't,” she says with a gasp, despite having done exactly that.

“If you say so.” The moment breaks and he gets up to return to his own chair, to his part of the report. “Let’s finish this and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. Wanna join me for dinner?”

She’s definitely hungry. And she knows her hunger could be dangerous. Especially after everything he’s just said. And yet, she doesn’t even need to think about her answer.

“I’d love to.”

#fictober23 #i'm under 200 prompts with this one #i will never answer all of them huh?#anyway enjoy this ficlet written by someone who hasn't been sleeping much and hopes it still makes sense #why am i talking about myself in the third person omg #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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lilac-hecox · 5 months

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It would be totally awesome if I could have some Ianthony with jealous! Anthony. Where Anthony notices that Ian has said "I love you" (platonically) to everyone but him.

Ian/Anthony (platonic) - Say it

It’s a stupid game and Anthony is actually really glad he’s not in this video because Ian is awful at successfully flipping the red Solo cup and every time, he fails Chanse succeeds and the shot glass in the middle inches ever closer to Shayne. Eventually, Shayne and Ian lose and as Shayne preps to take the shot, Ian stands behind him, looking a tad embarrassed and regretful. He reaches out and squeezes Shayne’s shoulder comfortingly.

“Love you, buddy.”

Then Shayne downs the shot of half apple cider vinegar and half pickle juice and everyone around Anthony is laughing, but Anthony feels a tiny bit shellshocked. Did he hear that right? Did Ian just say he loved Shayne? Anthony knows it is platonic, but he still feels a little sting of jealousy, a sting that he’s quick to try and reason out of himself.

He’s feeling possessive because he’s still new here. Ian got close to Shayne while Anthony was gone. Ian is still his best friend. It mostly works and when the video is over and the cast goes off set, Ian comes to Anthony with a grin on his face.

“What did you think?” he asks, his eyes big and bright.

“You all did a great job,” Anthony says, and he means it, “glad I wasn’t on your team.”

Ian gives a little laugh, “Yeah, poor Shayne. Gotta love the guy though, he’s a trooper.”

Anthony forces himself to smile and nod. “Yeah, he definitely is.”

A few days later Ian and Anthony are sitting on the newly renovated Flashback with Smosh set. They’re set to film some bits and pieces for the trailer. Anthony is still thinking of the shoot from the other day and a little ball of what feels like dread drops into his stomach. Anthony decides to test the waters with Ian during this shoot.

In the script he’s supposed to give Ian a fist bump and call him his best friend, simple enough, but Anthony knows in his heart he’s going to go off script. Their director yells action and they run through their scripted lines. Anthony looks at Ian and curls his hand into a fist, Ian mimicking the action. They fist bump and Ian smiles, Anthony does too, a real and genuine smile.

“I love you, buddy,” he says affectionately.

Anthony sees Ian’s eyes look confused for just a split second before he smiles and returns it with an “aww.” Of his own.

They call cut.

“Decided to improvise a little?” Ian asks, though he doesn’t sound like it bothered him.

“Yeah,” Anthony says, masking his disappointment, “was that, okay?”

“Yeah, man,” Ian says with a quick and easy smile, “of course it was.”

They move on to the next shoot but the ball of dread only feels heavier in Anthony’s gut.

Another day and they are all eating lunch together spread across several white circular tables. Ian and Anthony are seated next to each other at two separate tables and Courtney is next to Ian. They are all three reminiscing about the past, about the beginnings of Smosh, things Courtney remembers from when she used to just be a fan. Courtney says something self-deprecating which makes both Ian and Anthony laugh, but then Ian is leaning forward and wrapping Courtney in a hug, squeezing her as she laughs.

“Stop, Courtney! I love you!” Ian says, as if he’s trying to squeeze the deprecation out of her.

“Okay! I’ll stop!” she says laughing and pushing him away.

Again, Anthony can’t help the jealousy that shoots up inside of him.

They film a board game with Arasha and during a break Ian makes some jokes at her expense and she deadpans about being an orphan. Ian laughs and wraps an arm around her shoulder, “Oh stop, you know I love you. You’re my son.”

There is the time when they are leaving for the end of the day and Spencer is staying late to help produce that Thursday’s livestream. Ian affectionately ruffling Spencer’s hair and saying, “Love you, dude, don’t stay too late, okay?” before he leaves the games pod area.

Finally, Anthony can’t cope away his jealousy and he knows this is one of those things he’s going to have to bring up to Ian. He waits until the two of them are alone in Ian’s office, which has become their office. Ian is checking emails on his phone when Anthony clears his throat.

“Can I talk to you, Ian?”

Ian raises an eyebrow, but he nods, “Of course, man. What’s up?”

Anthony takes a breath and thinks of a hundred different ways to casually and calmly bring up what is bothering him. They are all infinitely better than what he ends up word vomiting out.

“How come you’ll tell everyone else here that you love them but you won’t say it to me?”

There’s a brief silence and Anthony can feel his cheeks warming up.

“What?” Ian asks, like he barely understands the question.

“You’re always telling Shayne, and Courtney, and like, Spencer that you love them but when I try to get you to say it…you don’t.”

Anthony knows it sounds stupid, but it’s how he feels.

“Is this…a bit? Did Erin put you up to this?”

No, I’m serious. Look, Ian, I know it is so dumb that I am jealous, but you’re my best friend and I don’t know…I feel like we should say that to each other more.”

“Oh,” Ian says. He sets his phone down, “Anthony, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it was bothering you.”

Anthony shrugs, “You know, just enough to talk to my therapist about it a couple of times.”

“Really? What did your therapist say?” Ian asks, like he’s actually interested.

“That I don’t own you and you’re allowed to love whoever you want and express that how you want and I’m okay with that! I am! I don’t know why I’m jealous…I just, I guess I want to make sure that when you’re saying you love people, that I’m counted in that too.”

Ian’s face softens. Anthony knows Ian hates this shit, that feelings still leave him feeling too tender and exposed, but he also knows Ian is trying.

“Anthony, I do love you, man. Of course, I do. You’ve been my best friend all my life.”

“Then why-“

“Because I never thought you needed to hear that from me. I just thought you knew,” Ian says, “I’ve been telling the others because of you.”

“Because of me?” Anthony asks.

“Because I don’t want them to think that just because you came back that I only want to spend time with you and that they don’t matter. I’ve been trying to be more open with my feelings around here because I want to be able to communicate better with you.”

“Oh,” Anthony says. He feels dumb, very dumb, and very childish.

Ian stands up and then he moves to where Anthony is seated. Anthony stands up because he feels like he should.

“Alright, you’re really pushing me out of my comfort zone here,” Ian mumbles, his face getting red. He opens his arms, pulls Anthony in for a hug, wrapping his arms around Anthony and squeezing just a little.

Anthony hugs back, he can’t help but smile into Ian’s shoulder.

“So, for the record. I do love you; you know that right?” Ian says into Anthony’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Anthony says, giving Ian a squeeze in return, “I love you too, buddy.”

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compacflt · 10 months

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for todays wip wednesday i thought it would be kind of fun to do a little wips vs final drafts post just to kind of illustrate how far back first drafts can really start. so following the famous 5+1 fanfic format (4+1 cause u can only post 10 pics on mobile)—four wips (left) & their related final drafts (right) + one that is still a wip (bottom two)

#in the doodle those are supposed to be their eyebrows fyi #this post is just cause we writers like to suck our own dicks sometimes #an anon sent in a follow up ask after my writing advice post talking about little notebooks…#i have gone through three 200 pg notebooks during the drafting of some of this content lol #one 200 pg notebook was basically ONLY slider one shot content #1. the little doodle that led to the cyclone one shot #2. ayrmy…. this doesn’t even count as a 0.5 draft #3. this is not the first attempt at this scene. this big blowup scene went through like a dozen different drafts #& it’s still kind of whatever imo #5. here are my original notes/outline for wwgattai :) it’s all i had to go on for the entire story #the first concrete image for the entire story i had was of mav begging ice to quit smoking #and ice quitting only cause he asked out loud #6. this is the WIP. female mav for a prompt fill. will then lead to of course! lesbian charliemav.#thanks for tolerating all my wip wednesdays :) they’re just kind of fun for me even if nothing makes sense out of context #top gun #top gun maverick #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #top gun fanfiction #edts notes #btw in the cyclone excerpt epaulettes should be shoulderboards whoops #ignore the weird tag numbers there were originally 6

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kiwiana-writes · 6 months

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for the au + trope + prompt game:

roommates + exes + “alexa, play wonderwall.”

(prompt courtesy of Noah singing wonderwall, the gift I didn't know I needed)

Rae, roommates + exes is awful; why would you do this to me them?

roommates!au + exes + “alexa, play wonderwall.”

What no one tells you about dating your college roommate is that sometimes it doesn't work out. Sometimes you go on four dates before he breaks up with you because: "I'm sorry, Henry, I just need someone I can be stupid with, you know? That crazy, embarrassing yourself kind of fun. It's nothing you've done wrong, at all. Just a mismatch. I want to stay friends, though."

The worst part was, Alex wasn't even wrong. Henry used to be that kind of fun—would don a feather boa and do karaoke with Pez, butchering the classics and not caring who saw him—but then his dad died and he retreated into himself. Alex had been the first real piercing of that veil of grief, but… well. If it wasn't meant to be, then that's that.

Henry focuses on school, on therapy, on healing. Being roommates with Alex is awkward for a while, but they find their way back to friendship.

And Henry finds his way back to himself. To the fun, carefree guy he was. He digs out the boa one night, says "Alexa, play Wonderwall," and dramatically serenades Alex until Alex is crying with laughter. Until Alex kisses him.

[au + trope + prompt game]

#au trope prompt game #kiwiana-writes #rmd-writes #why would you do this it's so MEAN #and fuck you for making me break my own heart in 200 words tbh!

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aliendater-moved · 9 months

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🛸word-based self ship prompt list

a set of fic prompts for self-shippers. send me an ask with one of these (and a ship if you want!) and i'll write something based on it!

(99% of these were probably on various other prompt posts i've seen over the years lol. sorry.)

prosh!p dni.

1. Intenerate; to make soft or tender; soften.

2. Phantasmagoric; having a fantastic appearance, as something in a dream created by the imagination.

3. Duple; having two parts; double; twofold.

4. Nostomania; intense homesickness; an irresistible compulsion to return home.

5. Incunabula; The earliest stages or first traces of anything.

6. Basorexia; An overwhelming desire to kiss.

7. Aeon; An immeasurably long period of time; age.

8. Aeipathy; A deep and utterly consuming passion.

9. Inocciduous; a star that never sets.

10. Fabrefaction; to develop something as a work of art.

11. Desarcinate; to be unburdened.

12. Cosmogyral; whirling around the universe.

13. Sospital; keep safe from harm.

14. Anacampserote; something that can bring back a lost love.

15. Biune; combining two entities into one.

16. Amaranthus; flower that does not fade.

17. Agonistes; a person engaged in inner struggle.

18. Baisemain; a kiss on the hand.

19. Gymnophoria; The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.

#self ship prompts #self ship community #self ship #self shipping #safeship #self shipper #self ship writing prompts #writing prompts #find later tag #I found like a huge prompts google doc i made in like 2016 with a bunch of these words copy and pasted it was like 200 pages

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aswaki · 26 days

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hanbin and matthew together give “i brought my friend energy” like fwb matthew and he brings hanbin along to ur hookup but then gets so jealous seeing the way you fold for hanbin and has to compete with him and you end up wrecked <33333 (hope this isn’t weird, pls ignore if so, just had sum thoughts)

LISTEN anon i really like your thoughts so i birthed a 3.1k words of matthew x reader x hanbin smut 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i was thinking of what to write for a while since i didn't want to reply half-assed since i!!! liked!!! this one!!! then april fool's came along and whoops, i opened my laptop, blacked out, and bam, here's the fruit of our thoughts.

matthew would be a little immature in dealing with his jealousy making it a competition and seeing how far he can take you compared to hanbin. hanbin is dear to him, sure, but he is kind of possessive even when he tries so hard not to be (poor baby) (he just likes you a lot). everything hanbin does, he would follow after just to get your attention. in the bedroom, if hanbin would be eating you out, he would replace him asap as soon as hanbin's done (see— he was still polite. he could wait!) to the point of overstimulating you just so you can have a point of comparison between them— “can he do this?”. you'd have to tap out, touching his hair and patting his shoulder— “matthew, you did well, baby, but please stop”. your legs would be shaking and all. matthew would be seeing that and go 😮🥺😏.

though, i do think he would never out right admit to this jealousy— he just doesn't want you see him like that. he's a very loving & mature partner ok !—and also i do think it would only ever come out regarding certain people (aka hanbin).

#aswaki answers #anon thoughts #seok matthew hard hours #seok matthew x reader #idk how to write drabbles that well #you get a lengthy word vomit of these thoughts #i like this prompt so much i wish my fic was good aaaa #and i wish our vision aligned somehow so i could satisfy you!!!!!!!#edit: i tweaked the fic a bit for proofreading but i ended up adding 200 more words in #aswaki writes

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abhainnwhump · 5 months

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"If there are any gods out there, then they all collectively hate me."

#i was going to make this a shitpost about how I just lost almost 200 words on my fic and it was the cherry on top of this terrible day #but then I thought “nah turn it into whump dialogue”#but seriously I hate my life #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #whump prompt #whump dialogue #charismatic whumpee #crack whump #implied torture #it's me i'm whumpee #sadistic whumper

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Prompt #196

"What's with the webbed fingers?" Pirate asked, nodding lazily to where the cabinboy gripped the swab.

The man leaped a little in his own skin, tucking his curled fists, still gripping the mop pole, into the folds of his linen shirt. "Birth defect. Nothing special."

"Ah." Pirate leaned back on her elbows and leveled him with a hopefully, not too knowing look. She'd always been bad at hiding her hand. It was why she never joined the crew in the gambling dens ashore. "Like freckles?"

She pointed to the sun-drawn speckles dusting her cheeks and grinned wide at the man's nose wrinkling hesitation.

"Um...yes," he said agreeably--he was learning, never a good idea to argue with a pirate, no matter their idiocy.

She threw back her head and laughed, and he squirmed a little, clearly uncertain what to make of the conversation or of her. He was a cute thing. Too dainty for piracy. But steel ran through the sea storm in his eyes. A little blood and grit and he'd fit in just fine. Well, unless anyone found out the truth, that is.

She knew, but lucky him, she wasn't saying a word. Captain and crew would see a treasure, but not the same way she did. They'd only see gold. Not the wonder.

No, she was keeping quiet. And the moment she figured out where he'd stashed that fur coat, she was going to make him hers.

#trying to reach 200 #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #selkie #selkie x human #selkie x pirate #fantasci #fantasci prompt #fantasci wriitng #fantasci tumblr #writblr #I kinda just want to keep writing #I know Selkies are mainly females #but there are male selkies too

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desertduality · 3 months

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Send in Prompts!!

If anyone wants to send in a writing prompt I want to try to write some snippets :)

A few notes/rules under the cut:

i am infinitely more likely to write something scar-centric so keep that in mind akjdskj

feel free to send in ships!! but i won't write anything explicit or too suggestive

please specify if you want something to be romantic/platonic

A few ideas for settings if you're struggling to think of something:

Any of the life series

hermitcraft 7-9 (those are the ones i've seen so ajksdkj)

phasmo or lethal company setting

tcd

Anything you can describe well enough ajskjd

Other than that go wild!! and send in as many as you want :) I won't get to all of them but i'll try to do a good amount

#raven rambles #taking requests #goodtimeswithscar #<- tagging bc that's who i intend to be writing about ajskd #im going to say this is in celebration of 200 followers and 800 kudos on ad Astra #but also I’ve just been wanting to do it for a while aksjshs #might not get any done before tomorrow but I want to start getting prompts so I can brainstorm aksksh

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reiverreturns · 9 months

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19 + phoenix

honestly this prompt got pretty far away from me but i'm hoping a little dose of mavnix atones for my sins. under the cut for M tones. thank you for the prompts my darling and i'm sorry it's taken 3 bloody months to finish them ❤️ Send me a prompt and some characters/ships for a ficlet or drabble

Phoenix + Raw

Maverick comes apart when the world around him stills. This, Phoenix knows, is a near certainty.

She understands why. Neither of them are built to stagnate, and in the desert, movement canters around them in a messy tangle of cranks, pulls, rocks, and groans. He pulls her into the Airstream when the sun’s at its hottest and laughs when her jeans stick to her thighs. She disrupts the peace he finds in between his early morning coffee and the sheets of a newspaper until he’s twitching and slack, nervous to pull his bare skin from the leather upholstery. She pours the cold coffee down the drain, makes them a new pot, and knows that it too will be forgotten.

They work on Maverick’s litany of machines and talk about hops and horror stories and the long roads that got them here. It’s easy. Comfortable.

But night affords them less. It’s then, in a darkness that is cool and quiet, Maverick murmurs against Phoenix’s hair: “I’m meeting Rooster for dinner next Friday.”

Phoenix hums a reply and doesn’t move from Maverick’s chest. She already knows. The date’s been on Mav’s calendar for weeks, written in light-handed lettering bearing little resemblance to the crowd of bold capitals and red sharpie around it. A hesitant hand. A hopeful one.

(They don’t talk about Bradley.)

Phoenix shifts from Maverick’s side to draw a leg over his waist, settling down until she’s on top and flush against him. Maverick’s eyes are boring holes into the ceiling like he’s trying to see the stars and all their fissures through layers of metal. It’s an old look, nothing new or wondrous in it, and it makes Phoenix’s ribs ache.

(He looks like a wayfarer, she thinks. Like a man asking the sky to guide him home.)

She pushes her palms against the sides of his neck, tries to rub away the anxious tic in his jaw with the pad of her thumb. “It’ll be fine Mav,” Phoenix reassures, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty to worry about.” Maverick smiles but Phoenix can see no humour in it. Warm hands find her back and fold over one another in long, slow crosses, holding her to him. “It’s been over a decade. That’s a lot of time to bridge. A lot of apologise for.”

It is, but it's not all on Maverick, and it takes everything Phoenix has to bite down on her tongue and stop the scold telling him so. It’s not her place. Whatever needs to run its course between Maverick and Rooster will do so without her intervention, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t struggle with being on the sidelines.

(They’d talked about this the first time Maverick kissed Phoenix and set her ablaze. Phoenix had been so keen to cut the fuel line at a moment’s notice, so awkward was the fit of her trepidation, but when Maverick gasped her given name against her skin - Natasha - the sound was almost reverent.)

She cants her hips forward and watches his face. Maverick grunts softly, and his eyes flicker towards her. Still intense, still searching, but no longer aimed towards the motionless dark.

“Well, the easiest way to Rooster’s heart is usually through his stomach,” Phoenix tells him, hands dancing up Maverick’s sides, splaying onto his chest to feel at his heart as she pushes herself upright to straddle him. “Take him to a steak place. That’s his favourite.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. He orders his steaks so rare they’re practically raw. It’s kind of gross.”

Her words are a concession Phoenix rarely makes. She searches her gut for the immediate pain, a cost to her meddling, but comes up short. And when Maverick sits up to kiss her, smiling in a way that pools his happiness in the creases around his eyes, the thank you in his touch might just be worth it.

They move together in their cramped bed and chase the night's stillness away. Soft at first, a slow hum of contentment pushing and pulling between them like brushing waves at low tide, but they are not quiet people, and sure enough, when Phoenix throws out a spark, she finds fuel.

She rolls her hips and is rewarded by delicious, hard friction. Maverick’s hands map their way to her flanks and she sighs, winding her arms around his neck, trusting him at the controls.

“And where am I taking you Friday after next?” Maverick whispers into her ear. Beneath the rough edge of her own breathing, Phoenix hears the grin of it. His hand slips between them, the cocky bastard, and she laughs.

“Anywhere you want,” she replies, turning her head to catch his mouth with hers.

Anywhere, but first, you better take me to the stars.

#i told you i'd finish all of your prompts eventually ajksjksjksjks #honestly i sat on this forever bc i wanted to do something vaguely more creative than full angst but all i could think of was raw meat #and that's just... not the vibe lol #ANYWAY. anyway. i'm the ihavenoideawhati'mdoing dog meme with this pairing but i hope you like it love!!#death taxes and reiver writing a full on ficlet when she meant to write 200-ish words #mavnix #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #top gun fanfiction #reiverwrites #prompt fill #top gun maverick #monlcabarbaro

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