#I really liked this prompt

[plistommy]

Prompt- Steve sending Eddie a bouquet of black and red roses every Valentine's Day since corroded coffin performed in the talent show.

Secondary prompt- Possibly leaving one at his bedside during Eddie's recovery from the bat bites, or maybe leaving them by his grave...

The first thing Eddie noticed when he woke up was the soft beeping noise. No more the loud screeching sounds of the bats or Dustin’s cries next to him as he was dying on the cold ground of the upside down.

When his senses started to come back, he knew he was laying on something soft. A bed, probably.

Definitely.

He slowly opened his eyes and the brightness of the room shocked him which made him vince. He tried to move his hand to rub his eyes, but a shocking pain shot through his body and he groaned.

Suddenly there was rustling next to him and soon someone was next to him, touching him and Eddie tried to look up to who it was, but his vision was still a bit unfocused as he felt dizzy.

”Eddie? Eddie?! Oh my god, you’re awake, jesus, I-I need to-”

Eddie couldn’t understand the most of what was said, but he could recognize that voice from anywhere.

It was Steve. Steve, who was sounding like he was on the edge of crying with how his voice got so high and shaky.

As Eddie’s eyes finally started coming to focus, he looked around the room, a hospital room and his eyes landed onto a bouquet on the small table beside the door.

”…a bouquet?” Eddie questioned, voice raspy and deep and he felt really fucking thirsty.

As he looked at it closer, he was hit by a realization and… familiarity. They were roses, both red and black, neatly put into a vase where they looked fresh as ever.

He had been getting those same exact bouquet’s of roses ever since he played at the talent show on Valentine’s Day during middle school.

He still remembers when he had gotten it after the show, a teacher of all people giving it to him, saying ’This was left for you, Munson’ as he handed the roses with an awkward grunt.

Eddie had thought it had been a joke, but when he read the small note on the roses that called him really talented and cute, he felt like tearing up with happiness.

He put that note into a safe place at home and read it whenever he needed it the most.

But it never stopped there. Every year, every Valentine’s Day, he always got it. The same bouquet of roses.

Sometimes it was hanging on his locker, on his seat where he sat during DnD, on his van… But he never found out who left them for him, even when he tried his best to find out.

Steve looked like he was seconds away from crying, eyes big and glossy, but he gave Eddie a soft laugh and glanced towards the bouquet.

”Yeah… It’s um.. It’s from me.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped wide.

His heart monitor must’ve picked up, because soon Steve was next to him, like right next to him and touching his forehead and fuck did it feel good.

”Shit, Eddie. You need to stay calm! You went through hell and if your heartbeat picks up too much you can—”

”You…” Eddie rasped out, moving his hand to wrap it around Steve’s wrist even though it hurt like hell. Steve froze, staring down at him with big eyes as he let Eddie guide his hand down from his forehead to his bandaged chest.

”It was… you?” He got out finally.

Steve’s pretty face had this soft blush on it and if Eddie wasn’t in so much pain and bunch of painkillers, he would’ve stood up and picked the man up into his arms.

”Steve—”

”Yeah…” Steve answered, voice sweet like honey as he interrupted Eddie, ”it was me. Always has been.”

If Eddie had never gotten hurt or had never gotten those roses on his hospital room’s table and Steve being there when he woke up, he doesn’t think he would’ve found himself four months later laying in bed next to Steve, who was giving his scars soft kisses while Eddie held him close to his chest.

At least getting almost eaten by the demobats had one positive thing coming out of it.

#SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE #Sorry for any typos! #Hope you like! 💕 #I really liked this prompt #I mixed them together #BUT I WOULDNT DARE TO MAKE STEVE GO TO EDDIES GRAVE #MY BABIES DESERVE HAPPINESS #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #prompts #my writing #steddie fic #a bouquet

[midorihiyori]

Midori but

Shin chops off his dumb rat tail 😧

bad end

sandwich incorporated because of this ask. im sorry he doesnt eat it also sorry i spelt sandwich wrong i didnt even do that one on purpose

#i really liked this prompt #midori posting #u guys r funny shout out to midori nation for having good ideas #ignore how this is significantly messier than my other posts i am losing my mind <3 #yttd #your turn to die #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #kmgsn #kimi ga shine #ms paint #my art #midori yttd #yttd midori #i want to make more endings

[amugoffandoms]

DAY TEN OF MILGRAMTOBER YIPPEE!! this was so fun to draw!!

also hey this drawing reminds me of one of the milgram fics i wrote jefjfdhdhjf

Shidou stands still in the middle of a hydrangeas field, looking at all the flowers.

Kneeling, he plucks a few of the flowers, just four. Four is his family, so four flowers are plucked.

As he stands up, he sees his wife in the middle of the field.

...she looks beautiful.

She doesn't seem to notice him watching her as she seems to be looking around, probably for his children.

Eventually, she does turn around, but she doesn't notice him watching her.

She sees him soon, though, and waves at him. "Oh, Shidou! Hey! There you are! I couldn't find you. You should come join us!"

Shidou looks at his wife and the field of hydrangeas.

He wants to take a step forward.

He doesn't.

Shidou hears joyful screams and suddenly sees his sons' heads bopping up and down in the flowers.

"I'm going tag you!"

"No, you won't!! Watch me!"

There's laughter as Shidou sees the older boy tumble into the flowers and the younger boy follow him down.

"Are you two alright?" Shidou yells out.

There's a quiet giggle before the older boy responds. "We're okay!"

The two heads suddenly appear again and they start running around.

"Papa, you should join us!!" The younger son cheers.

"Ah–" Shidou stares at the field of hydrangeas. "It's... okay. I need to get something."

"Aww... okay!" The younger son frowns before he smiles as he chases the older brother again.

Shidou watches them run through the field, laughing and smiling.

This is so nice.

The two boys fall, as if they tripped again.

"Papa–!"

"Boys?" Shidou's wife asks.

There's no response.

With panic blooming in his chest, Shidou runs into the sea of flowers. He runs over to where the boys fell.

There's no one there.

"Hey? Hey, where are you? This isn't funny; where are you?" Shidou asks. The wind only responds.

He drops to his knees and slams his hand on the ground. He almost digs at the ground, trying to find them.

"Shidou, where are they?" His wife yells.

"They're not here." Shidou yells back. "Come on, stop playing around, where are you?"

"Boys, this isn't funny!" He hears his wife call out. "Where are you?"

Shidou starts shoving some of the hydrangeas to the side.

Eventually, he finds a small patch of dirt.

On it are two wilted flowers.

"What...?" Shidou whispers.

"Shidou–" His wife says, but the rest of what she says is lost to the wind.

"...Hello...?" Shidou stands up, trying to look for her. "H-Hey, this isn't funny, you all–"

Shidou starts swimming through the ocean of hydrangeas, looking for someone, anyone left.

"Kids?" Shidou cries out. "Anyone?"

The flowers only bend with the wind in response.

He keeps running and running through the field, the flowers moving as he sprints.

He needs to find them. He has to. He needs them—

Shidou trips.

Landing face into the dirt, he pushes himself up.

He turns to look at what tripped him.

It's his wife's hand.

He scrambles to his feet and pushes the hydrangeas to the side.

There, his wife lays.

Shidou falls to his knees, searching for a pulse.

There's a faint one.

"Hey, hey. Wake up, wake up! Please– I need you, stay with me!" Shidou pleads as he clutches his wife's hand.

He continues to make sure there's a pulse. It's faint but it's still there.

"Hey, stay with me! Come on, you can't die. Please–!" Shidou tightens his grip on her hand.

The pulse starts to fade.

"No, no, no, stop! Don't do this–" Shidou begs to her unconscious body.

...

The pulse is gone.

Shidou drops her hand, unsure of what to do.

He wipes tears he did not know were falling from his eyes and just stares.

He stares at her dead body.

He stares at the sky.

He stares at the flowers that surround him and her body.

He stares.

When he finally turns back to her body, only a wilted hydrangea is left.

Shidou jolts awake, sitting upright.

"It was just a nightmare, just a nightmare...." He mutters to himself.

However, as he looks over to the side of his bed, there's no one there.

That's when he knows.

He's still living his nightmares.

#SORRY FOR THE LATE POST ON THIS ONE #i got really busy oomph D: #mug writes #shidou kirisaki #kirisaki shidou #milgram #milgram fanfic #milgram fanfiction #milgramtober2023 #I REALLY LIKED THIS PROMPT #i didnt expect to fit both of them at the same time but it worked!! yippee!!! #so glad it did :D

[bludoods]

Lobster, caviar, Black Forest cake, all these things Victoria had thought fondly of the last two nights. Right now, however, she craved nothing more then a double quarter pounder from the local macca’s and maybe - if she was lucky enough - a hot fudge sundae if the ice cream machine wasn’t ‘down for cleaning’.

Her sire sighs quietly beside her as she heaves yet another goblet of blood up and into the bucket she cradles. Casimir corks the bottle before the liquid inside can start oxidising and places it into the ever growing “no” pile. It is a frustrating process, if not an altogether dangerous one.

Finding a young Ventrue’s particular poison was believed to be one of the clans first right of passage. A testament to their willpower and fortitude. A way to weed out the weak. After 2 weeks of feasting in vain and the desperate imbibing of her sire’s vitae, Victoria understood why.

Pulling her head from that cursed bucket Victoria eyes the man sitting beside her with a tired scowl. Her teeth and lips stained a brackish red. Each new glass he placed before her a more torturous experience then the last. Some she could tell were not for her by stench alone, others would have to hit her tongue with their putrid taste before her body would reject them. It was akin to the worlds worst wine tasting tour. Her husband and sommelier would describe the kine she would be tasting - age, history, region - and then she was encouraged with gentle words and gentle hands to swallow sludge.

Surprisingly, she found they all tasted of distinctly different horrors. The blond-brown eyed beauties her sire could stomach tasted of rancid meat and filled her nose with the stench of burning flesh - like she had been dining on herself. Whereas another local Ventrue’s- one who oversaw the local universities after hours library shift - taste for soon to be barred lawyers had reminded her of those pictures of penguins covered in oil after a spill. Clinging and slimy and foul smelling all at once.

She was grateful, to some extent, for Casimir’s connections. Supplying the local blue blood population with bespoke tainted ‘wine’ from his vineyards gave him the distinct advantage of having a wide swath of options for her to try without the need for hunting. But really…it was getting to a point that the fledgeling was lamenting the loss of fast food.

“That’s it. No more tonight. The body was not meant to endure five stomach pumps in a row.” She groaned, clearly displeased and exhausted after another night without progress.

Casimir smiled in the deeply sympathetic way a parent does to their sickly child when they wont drink their cough medicine. In other words, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. A gloved hand rubbing soothing circles across her back.

“I take no pleasure in this, my dear. But it is imperative that we find your vintage post haste.” Casimir’s eyes flick between his shuddering partner, the rejected collection of vitae and the small crate of bottles he intended to get through tonight. It would appear that the family man with the perfect wife, job and home had really done a number on poor Victoria. Perhaps then…something on the opposite spectrum. “Just one more tonight and then we will cut our loses.”

Victoria’s grunt in response is not as agreeable.

This time her sire reaches for a bottle with a different label. Older branding, thicker bottle, a little dusty round the top. Casimir explains he’d mentioned their little “issue” to the bartender at his preferred Elysium. She’d fished out an old bottle who’s owner had no use for it any longer and handed it off as a last ditch effort. He pops the cork with practised ease and pours just a sip of spiked vitae into a fresh glass. It’s almost black with age and, to Victoria’s nose, smells vaguely of…dark chocolate strawberries?

Having something so pleasant smelling after so many failures worries the fledgling in its own special way. Sleeper agent. This one would sting the most she thinks as she eyes the liquid warily.

“43, stay at home mother from Virginia.”

Victoria knocks back the drink.

“Brunette, high school graduate, owned a blue SUV.”

The vitae sits on her tongue and doesn’t taste like fire and brimstone.

“No notable people in her lineage, no history of disease.”

There is no burn as it washes down her throat, only a pleasant warmth and a growing hunger.

Victoria seizes the bottle from Casimir’s grip and brings it to her lips before he has the change to stop her. The ever present gnawing hunger eases just a bit. She feels fuller then she has in years as the bottle is tipped so far back it points at the ceiling. Satisfied and yet craving more. Casimir, though far out of Victoria’s view, blinks owlishly once before breathing a sigh of relief.

The empty bottle is placed gingerly back upon their coffee table away from the others. The fledgling sheepishly sucking her teeth after such an embarrassing sight.

“S-so…nothing on that list seemed…that unique.”

Casimir blew a single laugh from his nose and offered her his handkerchief.

“She was sleeping with her neighbour.”

#vampire the masquerade #victoria errant #vtm ocs #v5 #casimir breza #welcome to los angeles #All the Saints are Sleeping #I really liked this prompt #even if it wasn’t asked #thinking about V’s first couple of nights weaning herself off her sires blood was interesting #writing

[unforth]

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

#unforth rambles #this wasn't really prompted by anything #I'm just sick and tired and distractable #or i should say it wasn't prompted by anything recent or that happened now #like no one has disrespected me #but as i hit the point that it's regularly taking me an hour plus every single day to queue things for the danmei art blogs #i just think of all the times people go WAIT YOU RUN ALL OF THOSE??? BY YOURSELF??? #like i just don't think a lot of people realize how much work it is to really do background fandom labor long term #and i appreciate places like rec blogs and networks and events and just everyone #y'all are awesome #thank you so much

[nerdpoe]

There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.

Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #i just really like robot animals okay #sam and tucker are danny's suger babies #sam because she doesn't want to use her parent's money #tucker because he will GLADLY accept a rich person's money being thrown at him #danny cuz he loves his husband and wife and wants them to never want anything

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

In which Zim disappears for a decade.

This looks like such garbage, but this has been sitting in my head for a month and I needed it OUT OF ME!!!!

#from comments and stuff I got the impression that dibs fedora is VERY polarizing #and that prompted this #some people go awwww fedora #others are like get that shit off his head #invader zim #iz #invader zim fanart #dib #dib membrane #dib fanart #zim #zadr #tagging as such so all the cool kids can see it #my art #sketchbook #traditional drawing #traditional art #i think maybe my new sketchbook isn't good for drawing details... #the texture is just really rough #part of me likes it because i spend less time on each drawing #but they simply dont look as good #i already put stickers and shit in it!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!! #but the gaz drawings looked good #so maybe it's just my hands being bad at drawing today #ah #oh well

[pricklenettle]

inspired by this post, Danny’s lost in the ghost zone and comes across pariah dark’s keep. I had to draw it and had The most fun with the spooky green ghost zone

#danny phantom #my art #dp #danny fenton #fright knight #the ghost zone #i think it would be cool if the other side of the portal was really huge and obvious #and then of course danny gets lost and has no idea how to get home anyway #i was having a long art block and this series really got me drawing again #so thanks to the original prompt! #I got to use my dip pens for this one too #which I haven’t for a while #so that was fun #the quality of the lines changes so much between ball point pens fine points like micron #and dip pens

[destiny-islanders]

atlantean pop idol sora kingdomhearts fancam

inspired by this post everyone's been redrawing

#kh #kingdom hearts #sora #destiny doodles #my name is des and i'm here to say i'll give you fandom whiplash in a major way #will i post ff next? #kh? #star wars? #even i do not know #isn't that qte prompt like really good actually #i drew that #it's dumb that i'm so proud of that but i really chef's kissed it #sorikai #just a crumb in these trying times

[nocek]

Self fulfilling dog dad curse from the previous comic has self-fulfilled!. Threat of promised snoodie from another comic also has been fulfilled. And to tie it all up Deadpool's last visit was either this nsfw dream or just regular pestering.

and oh my god this one took forever >.< Idk if it was some sort of artblock, or I'm loosing like my fixation (oh god please no >.< I don't have a new one) but I don't actually have another comic idea and it's scary >.<

Please keep your fingers crossed I'll get over it >.<

#spiderverse #across the spiderverse #deadpool #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spidercat #spiderdog that is spider office dog #wade wilson #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #pawter purrker #so yeah i know it's attention whoring #but if you have any ideas / prompts / silly commentary send them my way #i can't promise anything #especially how far away inspiration will take me #but damn I need fuel #and i know i probably should like spread wings #instead of pigeon holing myself on tumblr only #but i don't really want to go back to insta #and idk what else is out there #bluesky?

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #943

Harley Quinn never gets mail when she’s stuck in Arkham so imagine her surprise when a letter gets placed in the food slot in her cell door. Even more surprising, the letter was from a fan! And not a Harley Quinn fan! A fan of Harleen Quinzellle, more specifically her psychology case studies on various inmates in Arkham. The writer was a girl by the name of Jasmine Fenton who was planning to attend Gotham University to get a Doctorate in Psychology. She didn’t ask anything about her current life, but instead well written and well thought out questions about her papers and ideas for other potential treatments. Eager to flex her degree again, Harley wrote back and responded to each and every question Jazz had, even adding additional notes and observations of various rogues in Arkham that she hadn’t noticed before her change from psychologist to rogue. After rereading the letter again and again to make sure it was perfect, she gave her letter to the guard stationed at her cell so he could send the letter. The girl was bright and had an incredible mind and was a delight to write to. Harley hopes she’ll send another letter.

#dpxdc #bones prompts #fav prompts #i really like this one #they become good friends!!! #they're buddies!!!! #harley is insane as shit but she can still psychoanalyze people to her hearts content #danny phantom

[erwinsvow]

an idea… rafe and shy reader having sex for the first time

everything's overwhelming with rafe, but this is particularly so. you thought you were completely ready for it, from the way you had handled everything else so well. in fact, rafe was the one taking things at the slowest pace possible, trying to make sure he didn’t pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

you didn’t like it—thought he was trying to be something he’s not. he’s gentle with you but never like this, never to this extent. it must be a big deal then, sleeping with rafe, giving him your virginity, you finally decide, if he’s acting so differently about it.

in fact, you think you’ve been ready to give it up since you first started dating him. rafe brings it out of you, coaxes a different side of you out with gentle words and soft touches. you’re going mad over it. you can’t count the amount of times you’ve crawled into his lap at any given opportunity, anywhere the two of you are alone—his truck, the couch in your living room and at tannyhill, the hidden booth at the country club. you’re begging for it, not sure how much more obvious you can get.

you finally decide tonight’s the night—following a nice dinner with the two of you. you had spent extra long getting dressed up, a pretty white lingerie set on underneath your blue dress, all done up for rafe. finally back at tannyhill, entire body vibrating and tingling with excitement, you don’t wait another moment, crawling into rafe’s lap and kissing him hard. you take off your dress and rafe stops just for a second to take in how forward you’re being.

“hey,” he finally breathes against your lips, pulling away. “c’mon, you’re not ready for this.” 

“yes i am!” you whine, impatient and horny, feeling rafe get hard underneath you. you want him to be able to do all the things you know he wants to do, want them done to you. “i am, i am-” and you lean back to kiss him, ending up pinned underneath him before long.

he knows you’re not, but he plays along. you’re so wet already he doesn’t have to do much, but he makes you cum all over his fingers anyways, hoping it’ll satiate you.

“please, rafe,” you moan against his mouth, pushing in for another needy kiss. “wan’ it inside. please.” and he does know you, knows everything about you, but even he can’t resist when you say things like that.

you watch with big eyes while he lines himself up with your wet hole, hovering over you. you think you’re so ready, that three of rafe’s fingers inside you should be comparable to what you’re about to feel, that you’re more than prepared. your eyes squeeze shut when rafe pushes inside, all the air leaving your lungs. you try to moan out but it’s more of a gasp than anything else, one that rafe swallows into a kiss. 

your eyes get watery—it’s just habit. it hurts, too, because rafe is so much bigger than you expected. you bite your cheek, looking up at rafe through teary eyes and clasping a hand over your mouth—you don’t want to admit that he was right. 

“c’mon kid, give it up. y’not ready for this, i know you,” rafe says, leaning in close to your ear to whisper it quietly. he’s not even half-way inside you.

“i-i can take it,” you hiccup. you hate disappointing rafe.

and it’s not that he doesn’t want to—he does, desperately so, wants to fuck you within an inch of your sanity every time you walk into a room and look at him with your shy eyes and sweet smile. he wants to break you, wants you cumming on his dick until there’s nothing left in your head, no shyness left in your heart. but he wants it when you’re ready for it, not like this.

it only takes another minute, you finally admit you’re not ready, and rafe pulls out of you. you feel like crying, terribly sad and dejected, wishing you could just be normal for rafe for once, be what he wants. 

“stop,” he says, wiping away a stray tear. his arm rests over your stomach, trying to get you to lighten up. “when you’re ready for it, i’ll fuck you until you can’t think. s’just not today, kid.”

you finally agree when he says that, getting over it because you know without a doubt in your mind—rafe knows you better than you know yourself.

#omg what a lovely lovely prompt thank you babe <3 #this may not be what you were expecting #to me the very first time they have sex its too much for shy reader so it doesn't actually happen happen... but it is still the first time #i rlly wanted to write something like what you guys would expect but i really felt like this is more real of their relationship lol #anyways <3 i hope you like it! #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 27

Danny watched on as Nightwing- his literal soulmate- did an amazing backflip off of a roof, spinning several times in the air before landing gracefully on the top of another building. Nightwing was so graceful and in control of himself and his movements. Danny found himself wondering how Nightwing would move as a ghost.

Heck, how would he look as a ghost? Would he have white hair like Phantom or blue hair like Ember? Maybe green hair like Kitty and Youngblood, but Ghostwriters hair was still black as a ghost so maybe he'd be like that?

Shaking his head he moved to get up from where he had been leaning up against an old chimney, Nightwing having long since left. How should he go about this anyway? He can't just go up to a famous vigilante and be like, "Hi I'm your soulmate. Wanna go out with a complete stranger who has no way of proving anything that they're saying?"

And there was the real issue. If Nightwing asked how he had seen his soulmark Danny could just tell the truth: he had seen it in that nasty fight last week where hoards of ninjas had attacked them and tore up Nightwings suit enough to see it from his vantage point.

But if he asked about Dannys soul mark...well that was harder to explain.

His own soulmark used to be on his torso before he died but after he stepped out of the portal it was gone. As in there wasn't a trace of it anywhere. It was one of the reasons he never went anywhere without a shirt anymore because he knew someone would eventually notice its absence.

He could probably explain it as Phantom to make it more believable but he would have to get Nightwing to know Phantom more for him to trust him.

Which lead back to "how do I introduce myself to him without earning an electrified stick to the face?"

After a phone call with Jazz, where she basically gave him the long winded version of "Just be yourself! You were made for eachother after all." He decided that yeah! He can use his ghostly instincts to guide him! Whats the worst that could happen?

Cue Nightwing and the other bats in the batcave a week later, crowded around a table covered in pictures of captured villians and thugs. All of them were the same. All of them showed a subject laying on thier bellys hog tied, and in a cage with the words "horny jail" etched into it.

The only real connection that all of these lowlifes had was them making crude threats, creepy unsolicited advances, catcalling or otherwise being a creep towards Nightwing.

Conclusion: Nighting either has a fanboy following him around getting in over his head or he has a violent stalker staking a claim

Robin disagreed with his siblings. Clearly whoever is doing this is defending Graysons honor and Damian approves.

Danny thinks he's doing a good job in the "showing soulmate that you are capable of protecting him from weirdos" maybe he should get Nightwing an Anti-Creep Stick of his own...

#halloween prompts #prompts #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #nightwing #death defying #dick grayson #fanfiction prompts #danny: im doing a good job of showing him i can protect him from creeps :D #most of the batfam: Is this a supervillian with a crush??? #danny once again labeled as a supervillian #and he keeps making it look worse and worse and only damian can see it for what it really is but no one believes him #dick: *finds anti creep stick that was left for him with a big bow on it“ oh no its progressed to gifts now #danny doesnt care if the relationship is platonic or romantic #he just wants Nightwing to like him and not be afraid of him

[mossypidder]

FINISHED MY LIST OF PROMPTS, GUYS

If anyone uses these, please feel free to @ me, I’d love to see how people interpret them. I guess you could also just use a tag. #piddermermay I guess? Idk. I’ve never done anything like this before.

#hopefully these are interesting #also I’m so proud of this painting #I really like how it turned out #might add a version without the words to this post later #idk #hopefully none of these are repeats from previous years #I feel like siren might be #but whatever #MerMay #mermay 2024 #mermay prompts #mer character design #mermaid art #humpback whale #humpback mermaid #digital art #young artist #artists on tumblr #small artist #my art #regular style #also there were only three nos on the poll (four counting me) out of forty so I figured I’d post the prompts and make art out of it #piddermermay

[ramen-writes]

Concerned love interest?!?? Yes please with extra angst in top!

"It's 2 am! where are you?"

"I'm your best friend, of course I care!"

"Where. Is. My. Wife/Husband?!" (In marriage of convenience trope)

"You need to stop, I'm serious. I don't want to lose you"

"I'm right here. You're safe. I'm not leaving. Stay with me"

"You said you were okay! You promised!"

"You idiot!" (With extra concern)

"You stupid stupid idiot! I'm so glad you're okay"

"you're safe now"

"you told me not to worry. You told me you were fine"

"It'll be over before you know it. Just push through"

"Please don't cry"

"Let it out. Cry all you want. I'm right here"

"stay" "always"

"Holding everything doesn't help, you know?"

"Why do you keep lying to me?"

"Why are you awake right now?"

"You said no secrets! You promised! I was terrified"

"Please look at me"

"[out of breath] I know I shouldn't be here, and I might have gotten the wrong idea from the call but-" [gets cut of by sudden hug] "[relaxes and hugs back] I'm right here, I always will be"

#okie dokie #here it is #I can't believe i just let this all out in like 5 minutes #i really love these #need more #concern prompts #tumblr writers #tumblr writing community #writing inspiration #writers #writing #writing prompts #writers on tumblr #writing prompt #writeblr #character dialogue #writing dialogue #love interest dialogues #ao3 writer

[nerdpoe]

Jason agrees to go through the legal hassle of being declared alive again. Mostly so he can go to college like how he wanted.

He would have done it under a fake ID, but he kinda wanted the success of having a Masters in English attached to the name he grew up with.

It's going pretty great, actually! He's making friends, gets to punch random paparazzi's in the face, and learning has always been fun for him.

But one of his college friends, Danny Fenton, is...weirdly obsessed with Wayne Manor?

Jason gets it, he does, the Manor is huge and of course the guy would want to see it as often as he could.

Then he starts to realize that Danny is strangely attentive to Bruce.

Like, actually flirting with Bruce.

Oh no his college friend, who is his age, is flirting with Bruce so hard it's making Bruce blush.

OR; Danny thinks Bruce is hot, and that the outraged faces of the man's children as Danny flirts with him are hilarious. Also Jason started it by trying to flirt with Danny's mom when he met Danny.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #danny started flirting with bruce out of spite #because he wanted to show jason how uncomfortable it was #but it's turned into actual flirting #bruce is actively flustered this young man is only 20 #the best part for danny #worst part for everyone else #is when jason tells him that bruce isn't a good idea for reasons he can't say #and danny just #“oh the dressing up like a bat thing? i've seen weirder” #tertiary good thing from this though #is how ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED VLAD IS #“daniel i know your life is your own but BRUCE WAYNE? REALLY? YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER DANIEL-”