Prompt 65
“Oh what the fuck-”
It was supposed to be a quiet night- no breakouts in Arkham and for once the asylum is actually full of most of their rogues. And the others were already taking care of Scarecrow and Penguin was- as far as he knew- doing legal things at the lounge at the time.
So somebody tell him why there’s this giant… thing that could give Grundy a run for his money in should be dead a thousand times over was pulling itself out of a sewer tunnel. Like seriously, he can see the blood and infection and whatever else dripping from honestly filthy bandages all on its arms that look a hint too long the more he looks through the binoculars, and it’s glowing this sickly green that reminds him way too much like the Pits.
That isn’t even getting started on the mouth- the only part visible of their face due to the wild mane of what might be white hair but was hard to tell under the amount of blood- that stretched far too wide. He even swore he could see fangs!
Not to mention the cloak that he wants to say is a knockoff of B’s, but honestly he can swear he sees it moving, twisting like lashing tails of shadow, or like Ivy’s vines. Its hands are long and gnarled, tipped in claws that dig into the concrete as it pushes itself to a frankly horrifying height.
And oh fuck, not only did it have some sort of giant sword, but there was a small child sitting on its shoulder without any sign of realizing the danger they were in-
Danny is having fun, his ghost-mom Amity is out on a date with another city spirit, Mr Bludhaven- so he gets to hang out with grandma? grandpa? (honestly who has time for gender when there’s curses to beat back!) Gotham!
It would perhaps be better if he wasn’t unknowingly making said city spirit visible to those who aren’t death-touched or liminal… Oh well!
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Prompt 21
This past winter, Geralt grabbed a tower of books from the library and holed himself up in his room for practically the entire season.
Eskel walks in one night, intent on just checking in on his brother, only to poke around and find that every book that Geralt is painstakingly studying is medical books, from how to deal with a sore throat to the most rarest of diseases.
Eskel asks Geralt why he needs to know all of this, worried Geralt might be losing his mutagen-induced healing factor?! Is he getting sick!? Are his wounds not healing over time!? Oh GODS!
Oh nvm- Geralt says he's fine :) He's reading all of this because... He met a human bard he wants to keep safe?
Odd... Especially for Geralt... But whatever makes his brother happy!
I just want a scene after some nice gay brotherly teasing that's like
"Ow- Oh no.. Geralt, my arm was scratched by a branch. Hold on, I need to-" And geralt is like FROTHING and is like "WE NEED BANDAGES, THREAD, A NEEDLE, DISINFECTANT, NUMBING SOLUTION, AND I KNOW FOURTEEN DIFFERENT NATURALLY MADE POULTICES I CAN MAKE, AND I KNOW A HELPFUL SPELL A HEDGEWITCH CAN CAST AND-"
"It's just a scratch, Gera-"
"SHIT, SIT DOWN, I GOTTA FIX MY HUMAN BEFORE HE DIES AND I LOSE ONE OF THE ONLY GOOD THINGS IN MY LIFE"
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several sentence sunday
tagged by @rewritetheending and @fangkinkdiaz ty pals <3
i have found myself with like. four silly wips i’m poking at very half-heartedly more from just. life busy-ness than block but this is from a prompt fill i’m doing!
Nevertheless, it gives him enough visibility to see what the trolley holds and—of course. Of course it’s a little chocolate fondue fountain with all the trimmings. He picks up a single strawberry and stares at it in horror.
But—that’s why the receptionist said congratulations to him. She thinks he’s getting married. She gave him the bridal suite. Maddie and Chim are probably in some room down the hall wondering if the Lees are not-so-subtly encouraging them to sleep apart the night before their wedding.
This is fixable, this is fine, Buck’s going to swap their rooms back and Chim will thank him in a way that’s kind of gross and all Eddie will ever have to know of this is the amusing anecdote they tell in the distant future someday.
Except—
“What do you mean you’re in the bridal suite?” Buck barks into the phone, pacing up and down the incredibly plush carpeting of this hotel room. “I’m in the fucking bridal suite.”
“Okay, Buck, calm down. What do you mean? We’ve got all the romantic stuff laid out—the strawberries and the chocolate and the champagne—”
“I’ve got the strawberries and the chocolate and the champagne,” Buck whispers, fingers so tight around his phone he thinks he can hear something cracking.
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In my opinion Furfur has to be asexual but i can't get out of my head a really wonderful fic i read recently of him making love to Shax wispering seductive words in french
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majima using his extensive cabaret club management experience (aka administering makeovers) to treat haruka like a princess and do her hair and makeup and nails when he watches her for kiryu. send tweet
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