#Day 5 Prompt

[justtorzaplease]

We can see where things go naturally

For @thomesa-week

Day 5 Prompt: "poly"

2,440 words

Teresa Agnes is a teacher. The dreaded parent teacher conferences come up, and she tells her girlfriend all about the cute boy she met.

OR: Teresa is Very Loud and doesn't realise it.

#thomesa #thomesaweek2024 #maze runner #maze runner thomas #maze runner teresa #teresa agnes #tmr thomas #thomas tmr #tmr teresa #teresa tmr #teresa x thomas #thomas x teresa #Day 5 prompt #poly

[indian-kahani]

Day 5: A little freedom is all I need

Freedom.

I found very little of that in my life. Three siblings meant that more often than not, bedroom translated to communal dorm, balcony to extended-family-chai-and-snacks-space, and free time to free babysitting. I learnt early on to hide things – not because I was ashamed of them, but because it was safer. Hiding them meant I wasn’t accountable for them. Hiding them meant no one could take them from me. Hiding them meant they were safe.

Paint sets.

Favourite outfits.

Diaries.

To a seven-year-old me, hiding things was exciting, sure, but tiring. Every so often, I would lose that favourite pair of socks, or that special birthday present, and scratch my head for weeks as to its whereabouts, only for it to turn up a few months later.

And so, I tumbled into my teenage years – with mismatched socks, a skeptical outlook on life, and fiercely protective of what little personal space I had.

School gave me a little respite, but it was painfully obvious that I needed more freedom than my parents were willing to allow me. There was only so much that could be stashed in lockers and among textbooks, after all. I rebelled. Oh, boy, did I rebel. Resentment and tears and tantrums followed me through my teens until finally, at the grand old age of sixteen, my parents allowed me to move schools – and move state.

I faced this revelation with a smile on my face. I bid my best friend goodbye, wrote a card for my teachers who had shook their heads at me with increasing desperation through my years of schooling, and jumped on a train to my new state. My new school. My new life.

Freedom.

I could practically taste the word in the air, in the way the tricolour flew above the train station as I hopped off the train, eager to see what my life would be like in this strange, strange city. The boards were written in a language I did not know, the locals spoke a spirited tongue, harsh and flowing at the same time, that I did not understand.

The prospect of adventure made me smile – a small, crooked, alive smile.

In this new environment, I not only survived. I thrived, I flourished, and I found myself.

Late as always, awkward as ever, I found myself saddled with the baggage of my first crush at the age of sixteen. Love notes and poems, stored in the secrecy of my new rental home (it seems I never got out of the habit of hiding things), written by a starry-eyed young woman experiencing the power of Kamadev for the first time.

He was cute, of course. And kind, and smart, and had the power to make my heart feel a thousand different ways. But it was only a crush. And so, as crushes tend to do, it passed.

I set away a part of my heart under the heading ‘Him’ and smiled for what I had found for the first time.

Imagine my surprise, when barely a year later I had my second crush. Yet more love notes, written in the hand of a seventeen-year-old finding her place in the world, scented with the slightest whiff of jasmine perfume, hidden beside ‘Him’ and labelled ‘Her’.

She, like the one that had come before, was cute, of course. And kind, and smart, and like him, she made my blush feel a thousand times more intense. But yet again, it was only a crush. And so, as crushes tend to do, it passed.

I confessed this to my best friend, expecting to see her smile fondly at me as she always did and gossip together about love and friendship and all the things that came with it. For her to tell me about her girlfriends and crushes.

She still smiled – and now I know better, I love her for that, all of her accepting, open-minded self – but it was more unsure, more careful.

I’ve never had a female crush. She told me, late at night. Not many do. That’s not to say it’s bad, or wrong. Some people are just like that, you know?

I had always thought that maybe God just intended for us to love everyone: male, female or anything, anyone in between. But alas, it was not so.

Thus, with the aid of my best friend, a dictionary and unreliable school Wi-Fi, I realised I was pansexual.

That same year, I attended my first pride festival. Amidst the hustle and bustle, the smiles and the waving flags, I found something that I had craved for my whole life.

I had found my own freedom.

@desi-lgbt-fest day 5 prompt!

#desi lgbt+ fest #lgbtq+ #indian-kahani #desi teen #desiblr #day 5 prompt #avani writes #pansexual #lgbt #freedom #a little freedom is all i need

[wigster07]

Day 5 Prompt: Monsters for Tantamoretober.

Jade knows to not chase sounds in the dark, but she braves forward ever deeper and discovers the woods hold monsters.

Silver Bites - Silver85 - Willow (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

#Loving Me Loving You #AWOOOO #Lumberjack Jade #Werewolf Kit #Tanthamoretober #Day 5 prompt #Monsters

[cyberweek]

Day 5 - January 25th's Prompt is Crossover

Hey, everyone! All entries for Crossover will be reblogged throughout the day! If you missed the last few days, I’ll still be reblogging those entries too! Keep an eye out and remember to tag either with the hashtag cyberweek2024 or to @ this blog! Happy celebrating!

#Day 5 Prompt #Cyberweek2024

[wiseoldowl72]

Finally posting my Day 5 prompt. Just finished editing today.

Suptober Day 5 - A Perfect Disaster

World War Me

Whooh oh oooh this is world war me

Wooh oh oooh I will never find peace

I look into the mirror and I hate what I’ve become…

~Theory of a Deadman

 Dean Winchester was a Junior at the University of Kansas, located in his hometown of Lawrence, Kansas. For as long as he could remember everything in his home revolved around mental and physical control. His father, John, treated Dean like a soldier instead of a living, breathing child. John was a Marine, a “Boo-Yah” type of Marine, the effects from bootcamp and ‘Nam lingered.

Right before a game against the Kansas State Wildcats, when Dean should have been getting ready in his dorm to go meet the team, memories surged to the surface. He was completely paralyzed as he looked into the full length mirror and realized who he was now, compared to the life he had always had with John.

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Sammy, Dean’s little brother by 4 years, believed that John never knew how to parent. Dean was told from as long as he could remember that it was his job to take care of his little brother. Dean was to be the strong one. Always supposed to be making sure they both followed the rules.

John ruled the house with an iron fist. Mary Winchester always did her best to be there for her boys. She was the one who mediated the arguments. She negotiated punishments. When John was being controlling over food because the boys didn’t follow a rule, it was Mary who snuck a piece of pie to Dean at bedtime.

The summer before Dean started high school Mary died after battling breast cancer for several years. While Sammy sought refuge in his books and studies, John took to the bottle and started molding Dean into the man he wanted him to be. Young teens should not be coddled, like Mary tried to do, they should be hardened, Dean remembered his Dad saying like a mantra.

John had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he would play a sport in high school. He never felt his oldest had dedicated himself to something that would help his future. Several schools in Kansas were known for their sports. Dean would rather hang out with his friends, kick or toss a ball around, or maybe play a game of basketball with whomever was available.

The way Dean chose a sport really came down to which one might earn him a scholarship. He had the speed and coordination to handle a basketball, as well as play the strategic part of the game which meant getting the most baskets. He enjoyed making his own shots and setting them up for others.  

John encouraged his son’s involvement in the sport and hoped it would put some iron in his backbone. Dean had always had the kind of looks that attracted attention: honey blond hair, green eyes, and a symmetrical face made him picked on by girls and guys alike. John absolutely wanted to instill in Dean the proper roles for men. Dean mentally shrank at the brutal lessons of what it was to be a man. To have steel in your backbone, to be a soldier, fight your own fights, and not be a fairy. He rarely looked at his back because of the scars from the metal end of a belt.

John’s own father left when he was growing up. He couldn’t wait to join the JROTC in high school so he could be around strong men and other boys that liked what he did. He knew he was going to Vietnam and didn’t want to go there unaware. While in the  JROTC he learned to be regimented, follow orders, protect himself from attackers, give as good as you got, and, best of all, the girls flocked to the teenagers in uniform.

Since his mother was gone, Dean didn’t have a shield from John’s very strict opinions. He often felt the bite of a belt because he came in too late on a school night, or because John felt he was getting too much attention from his classmates because of his looks. He was also punished when he didn’t make sure his brother was taken care of while his Dad was at work. Somehow John managed to keep a job at the Lawrence Paper Company, though Dean never understood how when there were so many empty bottles strewn around the house. When John wasn’t at work, he usually was at the bar trying to drink Mary’s memory away. It wasn’t uncommon for John to show up in the early hours of the morning and pass out on the sofa, vomit on the floor next to him. Dean frequently thought about how their family went from four and fairly stable, to three barely surviving.

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As high school began Dean avoided at least some of his father’s wrath by settling on basketball. It was a man’s sport and in Kansas it brought scholarships, kept the boys out of trouble, and was a source of pride. A Midwestern Kansas boy should be exploring his options, playing the field by dating every girl he could, and John wanted Dean to use his position on the basketball team to all its advantages. 

By Dean’s senior year he was the captain of the Lawrence High Chesty Lion Varsity Basketball team, excelling in the position of point guard. He wasn’t the tallest on the team, but at just over 6 ft he was well rounded and dependable and put points on the board, making him a good choice the position. John kept pounding the importance of All-American values into his oldest son, only praising him when he earned accolades on the court. 

Dean had done his part by his father’s standards. He’d gone as high as he could go in high school basketball and had multiple offers to various universities. His grades were good and he had a GPA that allowed him to have his pick of degrees when the time came. He never had a lasting relationship throughout his high school years. Though he always had his pick of girls, he focused on school and basketball. The scars on his back reminded him not use his handsome features to try to get his way with someone or something. Hard work was how you eventually made it in this world.

At Signing Day Dean accepted a full ride scholarship to KU to play basketball for the Jayhawks. The transition from high school to college was everything Dean needed. He  worried about leaving Sammy home with John, but really it wasn’t an issue: Sam kept to himself and his books. He was going to get a full academic scholarship, Dean was sure of it.

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Life was uneventful until Sophomore year when the new Spirit Squad was announced. Dean passed his classes and decided on an engineering degree. He’d always wanted to know how everything worked. Now he had the opportunity to learn. He loved being on the court with the team, and didn’t bemoan the fact he didn’t have a social life. Life was so exciting with the JayHawks being a Division I team and traveling a lot. Practice took up much of his time, and if he wasn’t on the court he was in the library working on his class assignments. 

One afternoon the Coed Spirit Squad was running their routines before the Jayhawks took the court. Dean dressed for practice in the locker room and, head down thinking about the upcoming team drills, and took his seat in the seats. Hearing the Rock Chalk Chant always made his spirit sing and he look up to see where the Squad was located on the court. That’s when Dean saw a man that made him stop and stare in a way he hadn’t in a long time. 

He tried not to ogle at him as his insides twisted with the beginnings of desire. It had been a long time since anyone had done that. He made out with with female sensual bodies because that’s what he was molded to do. Eat, play the dating field, play basketball, keep your grades up, strive to get a good job, be dependable, and have steel in your spine were the commandments that made living with John survivable. But… this feeling of attraction brought on by looking at a male was so foreign. What was he supposed to do with feelings that completely contradicted his ingrained values? Especially when the person in question ticked all Dean’s boxes: a lean body; messy, almost black hair; blue eyes; and a smile that lit up the room. 

John hammered home that boys liked girls and this new age “Love is Love” shit was just that: shit. It wouldn’t be tolerated in his home, especially now that Mary had died. That sentiment was all well and good until it didn’t work. Dean really didn’t enjoy sleeping with the girls. Sure it felt good, and what teenage boy doesn’t deal with his urges somehow, but one hand, the purple bottle and a sock for clean up only go so far. Dean didn’t know what it meant, only that not really being interested in girls beyond just noticing their beauty was important somehow.

Hours later after practice he stood freshly showered in his dorm room and questioned what he knew. This man, who Dean didn't even know his name, made him feel twitches inside that girls never did. Dean felt his iron spine bending and he didn’t understand why. He wanted to meet this man, see the smile on his face light up when Dean grinned at him and ran his hands through his hair to get it off his forehead. He wondered if the man liked girls or could possibly have topsy-turvy insides for guys. He would see the Coed Spirit Squad at every game, so Dean had to make sure he stayed focused on his game to help get the Jayhawks to the playoffs again this year.

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Dean felt completely uneasy in his own skin. Months went on, he pounded his feet on the court scoring points, hearing only the squeak of his shoes and the crowd roar as the team made baskets. Allen Fieldhouse was notorious for its noise level to support their team. The Spirit Squad only riled them up more making it difficult to hear anything but your own thoughts. Dean continued performing at the peak level his father demanded, and yet he kept finding himself looking toward the sidelines at the Spirit Squad. Was that man he couldn’t stop thinking about there? What was he doing? Was he looking at anybody between cheers, chants and stunt routines? Dean wanted the man to look at him. Did he feel anything the way Dean did? Did he know what those feelings meant? 

This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Dean was expected to check out the ladies, to find one to warm his bed for a bit. But he didn’t want one of the female squad members, he kept coming back to messy head and blue eyes. He dreamt about them. He even masturbated to the image in his mind’s eye in the shower. In his deepest thoughts he admitted he thought the man was beautiful.

Castiel Novak. That was his name, and he was a year behind Dean in school and an English major. Dean had bribed one of the Coed Spirit Squad ladies with a dinner date to get this precious information. He felt like such a sucker using her this way. If this had been high school and in a world with John constantly in his head, the night would have ended with her warming his bed. Now though, the thought repulsed him. 

Oddly enough, once Dean went to KU, lived in the dorms, and spent his time at Allen Fieldhouse, John mostly just disappeared from his daily life. He would show up at games and always sat where Dean could see every muscle and hardened lines of his face. If the night went well, John stayed through the whole game and clapped his son on he back and told him good job. If not, well, the seat was empty well before the game ended. Dean knew he had disappointed his Dad, even though he was always praised by the coaches for doing a good job for the team. The memories of all the times he let down his family flooded back and Dean wondered if he had even grown up at all.

For a year, Dean could never bring himself to talk to Castiel when he saw him at, or around, the Fieldhouse. He mostly avoided any situation where he would have to talk to anyone unless he had to. He spent this year searching his inner self and talking to queer people on campus, sitting in on campus support groups trying to suss out his feelings on women and men. Each time he tried to open up, John’s words echoed in his head that he was never going be a man. He wasn’t strong enough, mentally, physically or emotionally to do the hard work that he to succeed. He didn’t follow the rules.

In the end he realized he was everything John despised.

Still staring at his dorm room mirror and terrified about his current memories and thoughts, if John saw him now he’d take the metal end of the belt to him. Possibly he would also punch and kick him to make the point he’s a pansy, not a man. Dean hated that he would be such a disappointment to the one person he always took orders from. He doesn’t recognize the man in the mirror. The man looking back at him was a walking disaster. If John ever found out that Dean wasn’t the soldier he was molded to be, it might be Dean at the end of the bottle. He hated the voices in his head. He wanted to quiet them once and for all, but the consequences of shutting John out were completely unknown. 

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Dean dressed for the locker room and grabbed his duffle, he took a final look in the mirror and told himself out loud, that all this ended tonight. He’s would talk to Castiel for the first time and see if they can go out after the game. He’d deal with John and his opinions when the time came.

#suptober22 #day 5 prompt #my 3rd fic #fanfic #destiel #ao3

[error-dark]

One of the prompts I did for Billtober.

#artists on tumblr #fan art #art stuff #digital art #gravity falls #bill Cipher #billtober2022 #day 5 prompt #idk how to draw frogs #quick draw but i thought this was funny

[digthewriter]

Prompt E—Christmas Cat for slythindor100 and prompt: smile for newyearcntdown.

The Kitten Fiasco (AO3)

It shouldn't have been a surprise to Draco, or anyone really, that Teddy had them wrapped around his finger. When Draco arrived at the Christmas Dinner at Andromeda's, he found Potter hiding behind an illuminated tree, playing with a small kitten. When Draco revealed his gift to Potter, which was also a kitten but in a different colour, Potter couldn't stop laughing.

"Serves me right for not coordinating with you," he said to Draco.

Draco couldn't stop staring at Potter's face. He was so happy.

"I think he'll be excited to get two kittens."

"Yes, I think so," said Potter.

#DRARRY #25 days of drarry #25 days 2022 #25 days of harry and draco #25 days of draco and harry #year: 2022 #day 5 prompt #chapter 5 #author: digthewriter #artist: digthewriter #community: slythindor100

[joneliasweek]

Thursday July 21 prompt 2022

ID[ A photograph of two people in the rain. They are standing under a tunnel and are silhouetted to the viewer. The left figure is in a jacket and is holding the gray umbrella. The figure to the right is also under the umbrella, and is looking up at the person to the left. Behind the figures there is a cobblestone street of people with umbrellas.]End ID

Au prompt: Comedy Show ‎AU

Phrase prompt: “We’re a good team, you know.“

How do the three different prompts work?

Art prompt (pictures) + AU + phrase.

1) Art prompt- you will get a picture and can draw a picture, write a story, create a playlist/mood board, or etc based on it!

2) AU- there will be a daily au. Fix-it au, coffee shop au, etc. you can draw a picture, write a story, create a playlist/mood board, or etc based on it!

3) phrase- You will be given a phrase for example, “I dare you” or “of course I love you” you can draw a picture, write a story, create a playlist/mood board, or etc based on it!

Remember: The prompts are being released so creators can start early but the actual week event starts July 07.17 and ends July 07.23.

#thursday #jon/elias week #joneliasweek 2022 #joneliasweek2022 #jon/elias #day 5 prompt

[brucewayneweek]

Bruce Wayne Week 2022

Helping Hands by @diddle-riddle

Day 5 - “I’m Vengeance” / Accidental Infant Acquisition / Grey Ghost

Ship: riddlebat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41298276

🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇🖤🦇

#brucewayneweek2022 #bruce wayne #batman #batman fanfic #day 5 prompt #I’m vengeance #riddlebat

[hale-o-ween]

Hale-o-ween 2022 - Day 5 Prompt - Horror - Corn Maze

Peter lurked in the depths of the corn, listening to the laughter of children and the screaming of teenagers. He was watching, lurking, waiting. The soil under his feet was wet, nourished by the blood of the hunter whose throat he had torn out. If the college students were any less drunk, they would have noticed the way the corn stalks were broken. They would have seen the dark patches in the earth, maybe not recognize it as blood in the night, but out of place in the dry October they had. Peter grinned, teeth bloody red in the moonlight. He had one body down and plenty of hours in the night to add more.

#hale-o-ween 2022 #day 5 prompt #horror prompt

[mrmrsman]

The bats have so many folks around, even if they aren't always working together. Enough that folks like to joke/write about Danny just kinda showing up acting like he already lives there. He just kinda blends in.

I'd love to see more magic motivated versions of this. Some kind of spell that affects the bat's perceptions of the past and present, making them actually miss that this boy wasn't with their family too long ago. Maybe it changes their understanding like it's a time line shift, maybe it fogs their mind just a tad and makes them glaze past something like it wasn't even there. I like the second if only because I feel like that would make it more likely for the bats to realize a spell was a foot.

Imagining this from Danny's side, hes terrified this whole time of getting found out. He knows how and when he showed up here and maybe even how flimsy whatever magic is in place is. Imagining a Desiree wish that was either very carefully worded or Not so carefully worded. Maybe he placed himself with the Wayne family with the expectation that he would quietly mooch of some rich idiot until he was ready to be on his own. Or maybe he wished himself to be a part of the batclan, taking up a mask and patroling with them as a bird that Doesn't Exist.

Ofc eventually the spell has to be broken, leaving the bats confused worried scared angry probably even amused, and a billion other things. WHY did this teenager decide to adopt himself into the Wayne/bat family? Who the hell is he and where did he come from. Someone call Zatanna, there is some magic Fuckery going on.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #desiree is far too underutilized in this crossover #imagine if the bats tried to play it off like the spell hadnt broken #they wanna get information thry cant get that if the gig is up #depending on how well they feel like they actually know him they might think hes a flight risk #maybe hes been with them for weeks maybe this is day 5 #anyway i know there been stories and prompts somewhere in the area of this pls pls pls share in the replies if u can

[indian-kahani]

omg omg omg i finished writing my piece for day 5: a little freedom is all i need and i want to post it rn so bad T.T

is anyone up for reviewing it? idk how good/bad it is so~

@tumhari-bhairavi @morally-gayy I'm tagging you guys because i've interacted with you both most on this blog, but please don't feel pressured, i dont mind at all if you can't/don't want to review <3

anyone else who wants to review can also dm me/comment :))

#pride #lgbtq+ #indian kahani #desi lgbt+ fest #day 5 prompt #pride month

[faelapis]

crazy seeing rightwing people calling the barbie movie anti-men considering i’m pretty sure the “i’m just ken” song did more good for men’s mental health than any number of their shitty little incel forums combined

#not su / #genuine banger telling men not to define their worth by having a gf or trying to dominate others #and they still can’t handle the movie quipping about the state of gender relations by saying kens will one day be as important in society #as women today (which is an excellent prompt for people to realize how unequal the world still is and be unsettled but people still don’t #get it) and it’s just. So revealing that you can’t handle being treated like you’re not the center of the world for 5 seconds #barbie movie #barbie #barbie 2023

[ca-3]

A Kiss Ryuji Week happened on Twitter... I participated as best I could!! Here are some (mainly) pegoryu comics I did!! Time to post on the actual day now ❤️💛✨️

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 strikers #pegoryu #ca3 art #ryuji sakamoto #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #ann takamaki #shiho suzui #annshiho #futaba sakura #comic #sorry the quality kinda varying i had to work faster sksjsn but half of these were older wips that actually fit the theme of some prompts #so i kinda repurposed them #kiss ryuji day #kiss ryuji day 2024

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Ectoberhaunt 2023. Day 5. Hunt and Haunt.

~Well, here we go again, good old Ghost Hunger AU~

Description: The Ghost Zone is inherently a violent place. You can hunt or be hunted, there is no other options. However, for some reason the Halfa does not understand what is happening. And no one rushes to explain it. NB! ghost cannibalism is mentioned.

Prompt after memes

Suppose there’s a conventional division among ghosts. Some of them are potential predators capable of hunting their own kind, while others are only able to absorb the surrounding energy and therefore build up power more slowly than hunters.

So, predation is used as a method of survival in poor ectoplasm areas of the Ghost Zone, less often as a means of gaining power. Even less often hunters are created.

It is obvious that the appearance of a hunter who is the son of human ghost hunters in a haunting place without stable sources of ectolasm has caused panic in the society of the dead ones. For the newly formed ghost to have ectoblasts, fangs or ghost sense is a rarity and great luck. So the newcomer had everything and more to be a serious threat. An awful danger for the surrounding spirits…Right?

But Danny doesn’t know the specifics of his new biology ectology!

Even though he’s a hunter, he’s never had a ghost hunger. Probably because thanks to his parents he has an amazing ectoplasm concentrator in the basement. Soon everyone understands that the boy does not attack first. Those who return through the portal never report any losses at all. He does not bite or attempt to capture cores of other spirits. At first, the ghosts think it's a trap. Smart enough for a beginner. Not everyone has the tenacity to pretend to be an idiot to get close to them. But the Phantom never feeds on them. He’s…safe?

What’s more, Danny seems to think they’re a threat to the city. Which is fun and weird. Normally, there is no competition for feeding using human emotion. But the owner of the lair did not like the smell of fear in the air. Is this ghost broken?

When the ghosts who visit Amity realize that the halfa does not know that he can hunt them, rather than just guard his territory...Well, it explains a lot. Everyone agrees not to explain the situation to the boy so that the city behind the portal remains a relatively safe haven during the during a "hunting season" and other troubles in the Infinite Realms.

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The problem arises when Phantom begins exploring the Ghost Zone. What if the other hunters make the boy stop being a freak?

In addition, more experienced ghosts may well attack the careless halfa. And Amity Park under the control of a more predatory spirit would be a terrible outcome. Most dead ones near the portal are used to the fact that the area before Wisconsin is open to travel and migration without the threat of being eaten.

All rational ghosts try to avoid the territory of hunters. If you can’t defend yourself, there’s too much risk of being a free meal. It’s much safer to settle down with spirits with similar energy levels at door clusters. If the hunter does not purposefully show up at your lair, you will have a much better chance of keeping the afterlife.

Those of the Ancients who have won their position and those of them who were created for it have become accustomed to isolation. Although all the Ancients have lost the need to eat 'cause they have absorbed enough energy, legends about their past are still be nightmares for all spirits. Just because they don’t need to eat other ones doesn’t mean they won’t. It is clear that a weaker hunter can also be hunted. No reason to risk.

Therefore, how freely and fearlessly Phantom communicates with Frostbite, Clockwork or Pandora is puzzling. Does he feel threatened at all? The Ancients find this experience refreshing. Lil communication without fear makes them feel sympathy for this youngling. Danny is always glad of their company. And the boy is not afraid to express his opinion. It is strange but...pleasant?

Their minions from time to time complain that they teach a potential enemy but it is very difficult to see a possible rival in Phantom. Danny is always in trouble. The youngster is silly and careless. Like a wet kitten that can’t even make a threatening hiss. So Ancients, to their own surprise, don't mind helping him. Why isn’t his naivety annoying?

For example, Frostbite’s trying to teach Danny hunting and tracking techniques because he thinks the little cub doesn’t know how to be what he supposed to be. Meanwhile Danny sees his attempts as a course of self-defense that he can use against ghosts who try to infiltrate his city.

~~~~~Bonus~~~~~

Some insufficiently powerful ghosts mimic predators to scare away dangerous spirits and protect themselves. Skulker is quite pleased that he managed to deceive halfa:

#ectoberhaunt 2023 #ectoberhaunt #ectoberhaunt23 #EH science #EH magic #Day 5 #hunt #haunt #danny phantom #danny fenton #clockwork dp #ancients #frostbite dp #ghost hunger au #dp meme #dp memes #dp prompt #dp headcanons #dp

[dillbugg]

Grumbo Week 2024 - Day 3: Sleep

Fisherman Grian gets well deserved rest with his boyfriend watching over him <3

for @grumboweek !!

#grumbo #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #grian #mumbo jumbo #grian fanart #mumbo jumbo fanart #grumboweek #daythreeprompt #once again very very late but uuhhhhh at least I have day 6's prompt mostly finished lol #now all I have to do is catch up with day 4 & 5 :')