#dd: prompts

[ddagent]

45

"Starmaker, this is Tadfield. Come in, Starmaker, this is Tadfield."

There was not a sound in the control room at Tadfield Space Centre. Eyes were fixed intensely upon monitors; fingers hesitating over switches. Barely a breath. And then there was the hiss of static, punctuated every now and again by Gabriel's drone as he called to the three astronauts who had made history today. For the right reasons, Aziraphale hoped to himself, biting back the tremble of his jaw and the first tear welling at the corner of his eye. Make it to Mars, Crowley. Make it. Make it.

"Starmaker, this is Tadfield. Come on, Starmaker."

Beside him, one of the technicians, Maggie, clutched his hand. Aziraphale clung back, needing something to ground him. Needed some concrete link rather than staring at the last image of the Starmaker shuttle before they had lost contact. It would be just like Crowley if he was to get himself blown up on this ridiculous mission. He had been so reckless during all those safety briefings - flirting with Aziraphale rather than paying attention to the risks involved in being the first humans to ever step foot on Mars.

Suddenly, Gabriel began shouting orders. The control room was forced into action; the quiet gone, now, replaced with beeps and bangs and whispered telephone calls. The livestream had been cut ten seconds before they had lost contact. Aziraphale was glad, for that. He did not think he could take his heartbroken expression streamed across the world. Or the joy in the ten seconds before as Crowley, seeing the stars up close for the very first time, told Aziraphale in front of millions of people that I wish you were here, Angel. I wish you were here with me.

Aziraphale could not imagine never hearing that voice again. And, as Gabriel behind him began working on damage control, Aziraphale knew that someone had to keep trying. He could not - would not - give up on Crowley so easily.

"Crowley," Aziraphale whispered into the microphone, his words barely registering among the din of the control room. "This is Aziraphale. Talk to me, please."

Nothing. Aziraphale slumped back in his seat. And then— "Angel? It's me. We're–we're okay. I'm okay."

Give me a number - that’s how many seconds I’ll spend thinking of an Aziraphale/Crowley AU to write for you in 200 words or more.

#aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens #dd: prompts #prompt game

[cursedzucchini]

I'm currently taking care of family friends' cat bc they're on vacation, so obviously I'm gonna use that lol.

So. Vlad's on vacation. He has to leave his cat behind. He somehow forces Danny to take care of it while he's gone. You get the picture.

But the problem is, batfam started looking into this shady millionaire. And they finally decided to take action and look through this creep's mansion. But they forgot he obviously hired someone for babysitting his cat.

So now Danny walked in, he has headphones in, he's singing songs, doing his little dance. He gives the cat food, pets her, let's her out. Maybe he even gives water to the plants. And than he plops down, connects to the wifi and goes on social media.

Meanwhile batfam are trying to quickly figure out how to quickly complete their mission, without allerting this random teen. That's not that hard on itself, but he always seems to follow them! Especially Jason, Cass and Damian.

[another addition is that when Danny finally discovers them, they scare him so badly, he falls on the floor, accidentally duplicate and turns into his ghost form. He's floating over his body, looks down and then back at the bats "...I was about to say you scared me to death, but I don't think it's appropriate anymore" (yes I did thought of this specific scenario jist to put that joke there leave me alone). Batman meanwhile is trying very hard not to adopt the ghost (and cry. He's trying very hard not to cry.)]

#dcxdp #danny fenton #crossover #dpxdc #jason todd #dpxdc crossover #dpxdc writing prompt #writing prompt #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #cass cain #cass wayne #damian wayne #damian al ghul #this is so silly but i cackled a lot #just danny being the teen in the movies who makes the mission really annoying #i imagine after the bats explain why theyre here hed just go “oh! you should have said so from the start :DD lemme show you the cloning lab”

[littlebidule]

8. Angst

HEHEHE >:DDDD

(Nightmare 1/2)

#good omens #good omens fanart #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens art #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands fanart #gotober #pssssst don’t worry look closely and maybe you’ll see hints of what comes next ;D #look at tomorrow prompt too ;DD #(shhh i said nothing 😶)

[thecrowsart]

@akabloom here you go!!

#natsume yuujinchou #natsume takashi #tanuma kaname #tanunatsu #born to live forced to draw a guitar #LOL #ahh these kids...... #this was a fun prompt though thank you :DD

[ariaricottoncandy]

VSZ Week 2024, Day 8: Free Day Subz made pancakes :33

#vsz week 2024 #lifesteal fanart #lifesteal smp #lssmp #princezam #vitalasy #itzsubz #CHALLENGE DONE #it was so fun :D but i for sure over exerted myself #that's on me tho i don't do like 6 finished pieces almost back to back #thank u polyeclipse :DD i love the prompts they really got me brrring #ariela's art #my art #okay time to hibernate

[ashwii]

Happy Easter From Vee✨

Happy Easter!

#this is basically my warm-up for the day ahaha so ty for the unintentional prompt XDD #just a silly scribble for the day -w- hope you guys are havin a good day :DD #ashask #ashart #ashdoodles

[darkestprompts]

The individual barks from the Necromancer's attacks are fascinating. Jester claims it reflects their hatred back at them, Antiquarian going on about her master, Musketeer and her flaws and regrets. I wish other bosses gave the heroes a chance for interactions like that. Siren making them see who/what they desire most? Their reactions to Vvulf trying to destroy the hamlet?

Oh, yes, it would have been delicious. Perhaps it would have been too difficult to figure out what each one of the heroes would see in the Siren instead of generic hot fish, but it could have been a difference in attitude. For example, Junia acting more protective and concerned ("don't hurt her, she's everything to me!") while someone like Boudica is aggressive and obsessed ("I will destroy your enemies, my love!"), Barristan is nostalgic ("Love makes me feel alive again!") and Josephine is fittingly materialistic ("My treasure, anything for you!").

Vvulf would have been a great time to confirm Brigand Dismas ("No one leaves the gang alive! HE'S AFTER ME!") and the burning buildings could have triggered Missandei's trauma ("Fire, destruction, my home! Not again!").

Sorry for the sparse posting. I'm not very excited about Darkest Dungeon lately due to Events and I lost the first version of this post on top of that. :') I'm so fucking done.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd prompts #dd siren #dd vvulf #dd ensemble

[twst-beam]

I see you are in need of prompts, then I shall humbly bestow upon thee some a prompt.

Hmm, what about going to a farmer's market with *insert YOUR favourite character here*? I believe in shameless self-enjoyment when it comes to writing; be self-indulgent. Don't you want to go apeshit?

Also do give your hands a well deserved rest every so often ^v^

ohohohoho you're giving me a lot of power with the YOUR favorite character there dove dear, but alright let's go >:D

Gifts

??? words, featuring my THREE favorite boyos because self-indulgence ftw <3

Deuce Spade

Going to the farmer's market was his idea; the two of you needed groceries, and it just so happened that the farmer's market was convenient for you.

Early morning, it was decided, it would double as a date, and both of you were early risers anyway. It'd also boost the morale of the farmers, Deuce had reasoned, and you fell all over again.

A wicker basket, two, so that you could carry your purchases home, although Deuce insisted he'd carry all of them for you, and you laughed and told him no.

The morning sun shone brightly as you walked towards the farmer's market, feeding a few ducks along the way as you walked by the lake and watching as Deuce's expressions softened every time, it was cute, and he grinned sheepishly when he caught you staring.

The entrance to the farmer's market was marked by a decorated arc, and it was peaceful and fun as the two of you walked around, buying produce and chatting with the stall owners, at one point Deuce was given a comically large round of cheese to carry home when he fought off a bunch of menaces from an old lady's stall.

But the real highlight of that morning was when Deuce found the chicks.

One, two, three, more chicks than he could count properly waddled around in a pen, and with a joke, an exclamation of wonder, and a hopeful confirmation, the two of you brought home two very full wicker baskets and a baby chick that rested on Deuce's head.

Jade Leech

Though he thought foraging in the mountains would have been a better decision for both your budget and experience, he relented when he saw the eagerness in your eyes.

By midmorning, you were dragging him to the farmer's market, chattering about the crafts and produce that could be found, and he smiled despite himself.

He watched as you conversed eagerly with the merchants, calmly observing how you skilfully picked the best produce, and how you looked at the crafts with admiration.

You had just purchased a new scarf, wrapping it around your neck and grinning as you waved at him to come over.

"Jade, Jade, look at this one"

He leans over as you took a scarf from the layed out pile on the table, and widened his eyes slightly as he saw what made you wave him over.

"Mushroom print," you smiled as you showed it to him, "and with the coloration and teal ruffles it reminded me of you"

He took it gently from your hands, noticing how the fabric was smooth but thick enough to warm, and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, my pearl"

You muttered a "you're welcome", dazed by the sudden display of affection as he thanked the stall owner and payed for the scarf, bringing you out of your reverie.

"Hey, wait a minute, I was the one supposed to pay for that, not you"

Jade grinned, displaying his sharp teeth, eyes glinting with mischief as he feigned innocence.

"You were?"

You huffed, "it was supposed to be my gift for you, for bringing me here."

He leaned closer, scarf now hanging from his neck as he tapped his lips in thought, smirk giving away his intentions.

"Then what about a different gift?"

Rook Hunt

Your expedition to the farmer's market was on a whim, a fancy, a spur of the moment thing, but who were you to complain? the moment his hand held yours you couldn't help but go anywhere he wanted.

So there you were, between the rows of stalls and booths, illuminated by the fairy lights as Rook marveled at each product, generously purchasing trinkets and produce and whatever caught his eye.

You couldn't help but smile as Rook's exclamations of fascination and wonder brought smiles to the farmers' faces, and as you sat he waxed poetic about all the beauties the market provided, and you looked at the moon, content to hear him speak amidst the chatter and bustle of the bazaars.

"...but you know what the most amazing thing is in this place, mon amour?"

You closed your eyes, tilting your head as you emitted a curious "hmm?"

He held your hand, looking into your eyes as he smiled in adoration.

"You."

#my stuff #calira's writings #heartslabyul #octavinelle #pomefiore #deuce spade #jade leech #rook hunt #deuce spade x reader #jade leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #thank you for the prompt dove dear this was FUN :DD

[b4sorex1a]

Gavi and pedri film a porno !!

tw: nsfw, daddy kink, dirty talk, minors dni.

— Pablo Gavi x Pedri González

ᴘᴀʙʟᴏ ɢᴀᴠɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴅʀɪ ɢᴏɴᴢᴀʟᴇᴢ ꜰɪʟᴍ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴇx, ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢᴏ ʟᴇꜰᴛ, +18 ꜱᴍᴜᴛ. word count: 1,6k.

Heavy sighs sounded in Pedri’s living room. The atmosphere became hotter and the kisses became more intense.

The tingling of excitement walked through Gavi’s stomach, the wet sensation of tongues touching him dizzy. It was common this routine that they had between them, kissing in depth on the sofa.

Hot and electric; Pedri’s kisses melted the neurons of his brain, they didn’t let him think and less let him process the bulge that rubbed in his stomach. Pedri’s hard cock.

His boyfriend’s hands teasingly ran down his waist, squeezing and almost tearing from his hip to his worked thighs. Despite the fact that the air conditioning was turned on and working at maximum power, the temperature of their bodies was only going up. Shit, Gavi thought, he was getting turned on very quickly.

Pedri let out a moan in low tones, he had his eyes closed and his mind focused only on enjoying what Gavi gave him. They were becoming more desperate as the kiss rose more in tone.

Pablo chuckled to himself as he recognized the flimsy excuse Pedri had offered earlier when leaving training. "Going to his house to play FIFA" apparently was the new "want to come over and watch Netflix?" for football players.

When the air began to be missing, the both of them separated from the intense kiss.

“Do you want to... go to my room?”—Pedri murmured.

Pablo shook his hips to get friction with his cock. Smiling and on his lap, Gavi opened his lips.

“I have a better idea.”

Pedri raised an eyebrow slightly.

“What if you record us while we fuck?” - Pablo offered him, coming down from his lap, placing his hands to lower his sports pants.

Pedri raised his hip so that Gavi could take out his briefs and sweatpants more easily while he responded.

“What?” was the only thing that came out of his lips. Pablo took the opportunity to, instead of responding, lower his boxers and grab his dick with one hand. He brought the fat tip of Pedri’s cock to his mouth to start sucking.

Pedri threw his head back, groaning. He placed his hand on Gavi’s honey-colored curls to give him his unspoken approval.

“Wait, wait-.”

Pedri pushed Pablo’s head back, a ‘pop’ sound came out of Gavi’s mouth when he took his cock out of his mouth.

“What were you saying?”— Pedri said a little dizzy.

“I want you to record us while we have sex,”— Gavi replied as his hand went up and down quickly on Pedri’s cock.

Pedri looked at him completely dumbfounded.

“Are you like, fucking stupid? Gavi you know we can’t do that, what if my iCloud gets hacked? Our careers would end there”.

“Pedri, please! Please! I want to have a little video of us for when you travel outside of Barcelona and I can’t be with you. No one is going to find out, don’t worry”— Gavi begged him while he pumped his cock.

Pedri González López became weak when his boyfriend looked at him with his begging puppy eyes.

“Fine. Fuck baby come here”.

Pedri got up from the armchair to push Gavi, who stayed in all fours leaning on the modern furniture. Despite the huge windows that decorated the penthouse, it was dimly dark, since the sunset was ending little by little. Pedri appreciated the view of his boyfriend with an arched waist presenting his body only to him; playfully, he slapped one of his buttocks teasingly. Pablo let out a moan.

He grabbed his own cock and began to stimulate himself with one hand while with the other he lowered Gavi’s shorts, leaving him almost naked, only with his white oversize hoodie on. He spat on two of his fingers to align them with his hole. Slowly, he inserted one of his fingers into Pablo. In desperation, his boyfriend pushed his hips back, looking to fuck himself with his finger.

Pedri let go of his hard cock to grab his mobile phone that was resting on the hand rest of the sofa. By sliding one finger to the right, he opened the camera app.

The classic sound of his phone recording rumbled through the walls along with Gavi’s sweet sounds. The flash of the mobile phone helped to illuminate the view in front of him; Pablo looked very beautiful, with blush in pink colors and with his swollen lips, he could admire this thanks to the fact that Gavi turned his head to the side.

The camera clearly captured Gavi’s face, a feeling of adrenaline ran through Pedri’s veins, this was wrong, reducing his boyfriend to a simple slut who likes to be recorded while getting fucked was not right, but Pablo smiled at him mischievously while moaning, so he assumes that everything was not so bad.

“Please daddy, I want your cock now, please just fuck me already”— Gavi mewled and begged.

Pedri’s cock couldn’t get harder than it already was. He felt that he was going to explode, he needed too much to put his cock inside Gavi badly.

Pedri hissed and shook his head. Pablo wasn’t ready to take his dick yet, he needed more preparation, but his patience was running out quickly. So he put in two other fingers simultaneously, stretching his entrance with three fingers.

He focused the camera down, recording how he stretched Pablo’s pink entrance abruptly.

“Mmh, fucking stretch me- oh my god- shit”— and it was mostly incoherent nonsense what came out of Gavi’s lips, accompanied with lewd moans but it made Pedri want him even more.

He was surprised by how similar the image on his phone was to the professional pornographic videos that existed on the internet, Gavi really looked like a porn actor; he shook his body back to accompany the sudden movement of his fingers entering his hole and rolled his eyes back in pleasure, without any shame.

Pedri could feel the palpitation of his crotch, he was very hard and worked up, so he removed his fingers from Pablo’s inside to align his own cock with Gavi’s entrance.

“It’s so big daddy, I can feel it. Please don’t break me”— Gavi said to the camera lenses of his phone.

The words were directed towards him, he could observe from the screen how Gavi looked at him from that degrading position. That fact made him lose all self-control and patience.

He spat on his hole and pushed his cock inside, the incredible hot feeling inside made him moan lowly. He saw with his own eyes how his member disappeared inside Pablo, consumed by warmth.

Pedri made sure to capture the whole scene with his phone’s camera, using his other hand to grab Gavi’s hair, pushing his hip forward abruptly.

“Gavi, you’re so tight”— he said, roughly fucking Pablo’s entrance.

“Ah, ahmf, yes, yes, mmgh so big”.

The rhythm of both bodies quickly got out of control, Pablo had already adjusted to his size.

“You love to take it in the ass don’t you? Like the bitch that you are”— Maybe Pedri does like the fact that this is getting filmed, because Gavi’s face exploded in blush.

Pablo didn’t respond verbally to him, but he moaned loudly and squeezed his insides instead, leaving himself tighter for Pedri’s cock.

Pedri squeezed his hand on the lock of brown hair he had grabbed, pulling a little harder.

“God, ah, feels so good, I-I love your cock so much”.

Pedri got drunk with the view he had, Gavi looked at him with his big eyes, his long eyelashes decorated his sugary gaze and his honey waves messed up in a beautiful way; Pablo looked spectacular.

The couch was about to start shaking due to the sudden movements of both bodies. Pedri’s cock went in and out quickly from Gavi’s hole, sometimes it came out completely to quickly enter him again, bottoming out and torturing Pablo, who could no longer form complete words or sentences due to the new violent rhythm.

“I’m close! I’m so close I’m so so so close”— Gavi warned, apenas se le entendía, “Can I cum? Please daddy! m’so close”.

Pedri nodded and concentrated on hunting his own climax. Pablo got entangled in his orgasm, almost screaming interruptedly, with pleasure.

And fuck, Gavi got tighter after coming. Pedri couldn’t even take it anymore, he felt the well-known tingling in his stomach and let himself be carried away by the electricity of his orgasm, shooting his hot cum loads inside Pablo.

With his phone still in hand, he aimed the camera at Gavi’s ass while he pulled out of him. He recorded how cum came out of his hole, and he pushed some of it in with one finger. An idea came to his mind.

He took his finger out of Gavi’s entrance and took it to his boyfriend’s mouth, recording how he put that digit inside. Pablo sucked Pedri’s finger lasciviously until he cleaned it of any trace of semen, smiling.

Pedri decided to finish recording then.

(…)

Pablo got out of bed tired and in a bad mood, his boyfriend had traveled to Paris to play a UCL game and he was injured in Barcelona, trapped in his apartment.

He was surprised by the new notifications on his phone, Xavi’s three missed calls. Oh no. Xavi never called personally to announce something good.

To mitigate his crippling anxiety a little, he went to twitter to fool around a little before calling Xavi back.

When he saw what was trending, his eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets.

‘Pablo Gavi Sextape’.

He opened one of the links of the first tweets, which took him to an adult site.

‘Spanish guy fucks footballer Pablo Gavi’— great, at least they don’t know that it’s Pedri who’s behind the camera?

Pablo receives a message from his boyfriend.

— Pedriii 🩷

< I may or may not have accidentally leaked our video. 8:02 am.

< Not on purpose… 8:02 am.

Yeah, he’s going to kill Pedri when he comes back to Barcelona.

—

Hi ♡ I hope you liked it! I originally wrote this in Spanish, so I'm hoping it doesn't sound that awkward in English.

#Guys the gif is so funny I hope I don’t get banned #fc barcelona #football rpf #football rpf smut #smut prompts #smut #fc barcelona smut #rpf #gavi smut #Pablo gavi smut #gadri #gavi/pedri #gavi x pedri #pedri x gavi #pedri gonzalez smut #pedri/gavi #pedri smut #football rpf imagines #gavi smut prompt #pedri smut prompt #Barcelona smut #top pedri gonzalez #bottom pablo gavi #pablo gavi smut imagine #pablo gavi x pedri gonzalez #dirty talk #dd/lb kink #barca #barca smut #smut imagine

[intricate-melody]

In case anyone wanted to know

Charlie Cox likes Formula One and his favorite driver is Lewis Hamilton.

Source:

When my friend and I talked to him at Philly Fan Expo today.

#charlie cox #daredevil #matt murdock #philly fan expo #he saw my friends necklace and he asked her about it #which prompted a conversation about F1 #oh and he signed my arm because i said i was going to get his signature tattooed by my DD tattoo #send tweet

[ddagent]

For your new ask game, how about just a J, really 💚

Hahaha brilliant suggestion! J is for Jam-Making, today (yes, seriously, that was my first thought).

Aziraphale Fell had a secret. Well, two secrets if you counted the recipe for his strawberry jam. It was always a winner at the summer fete, winning that bright blue ribbon. He used it in his Victoria sponge cake, too, earning delightful gasps from his fellow villagers on every other Friday during the cake morning at the village hall. Aziraphale enjoyed collecting the fruit and boiling it down and decorating the little white label with delicately inked strawberries. But he had never shared his recipe - not with anyone.

But he would. With him.

It was still early, although the children had been called in and the sound of the radio could be heard echoing throughout the street. But not the house next door. Crowley's house. He and Aziraphale shared a wall; two lonely bachelors surviving after the war. Aziraphale was a dedicated servant to the small town: he was the schoolmaster and attended church three times a week and did errands for the elderly and infirm on the street. Crowley smoked cigarettes in their shared tin bath tub and strode around in a thin linen shirt and swore and cursed and stared at Aziraphale as if he was a delightful spoonful of strawberry jam, simmering in sweetness.

Blushing at the thought of Crowley's heated gaze, Aziraphale rapped twice on number 66. The door flung open. "Aziraphale. Always a pleasure."

"Crowley." The man himself was leaning against the doorframe, cigarette in hand, suspenders draped over the waistband of his trousers. He looked suitably ruffled and Aziraphale could not help but think back to the sounds he heard through the wall. Flushing, he simply thrust his hands out with the small pot. "Here."

"Oh. Jam. That's—"

"—it's handmade. From the plants I grow in the small garden out back. I thought you could have some on your breakfast. Jam on toast." Aziraphale faltered as Crowley stared at the small jam jar. "It's good. Well, the Parish Council seem to think so. And the WI. And the vicar." Again, he said nothing. Just stared. "You'll have to see for yourself tomorrow at breakfast—"

"—can't I see now?" Crowley unscrewed the jar, before dipping his thumb inside. He then removed his thumb, laden with strawberry jam, and sucked it between his lips. His cheeks hollowed, before his thumb left Crowley's lips with an audible pop. Aziraphale's cheeks turned a rosy hue; the back of his collar a little damp. Well, fuck. "You're right. Delicious. Thank you; you're an Angel."

With a brief nod, Crowley retreated back inside his home. Aziraphale, after straightening his waistcoat, did the same. He was supposed to be making more jam for Missus Sandwich. Instead, Aziraphale laid in bed and replayed every look, every sound, until he could barely think of jam without also thinking of Crowley.

Give me a letter - that’s the first letter of the AU I’ll think up for Aziraphale/Crowley and write you 200 words or more!

#ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale x crowley #dd: fanfic #dd: prompts #partly inspired by what I'd hoped wicked little letters would tun out to be

[comfymoth]

ALSO HEY PERHAPS A PIRATE KRISTIN BASED OFF OF HOIST UP THE THING 👀👀

- Salt (<— totally not groveling for art)

here she is salt <3 long overdue

#dream smp #mumza #miss trixtin #my art #halloween tag #AND WITH THAT!!!! my october 8th prompts are done i can go to bed!!! :DD #october 9th prompts tomorrow <3

[keeps-ache]

drawin prompt: video killed the radio star but theyre both obj heads (im going to draw it too!)

oh, welcome to the studio! you must be new here-

[transparent version below]

thanks for the prompt !! send me the link when you post yours !! :D

#just us hi #art #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #oc #? mayhaps #tw blood #tw impalement #YEAA #awesome prompt i've always wanted to draw smth like this and always forgot Hbvfshf :D #/getting ~+~ fancy with some of this stuff lol :33 #//also man i hate plaid sm Fvhshfhhs #but also i was very committed to it. i redid it like 3 times hfhs #+ the radio design is something i made up more or less cuz i couldn't find any that would work very well for me #oh wells! i like it anyway :) #also i love drawing pinstripes :D just not digitally Hbfvshfbv #oooh the pains.. #//[does a dancin dance] ooo i got motion sick on the way home drawing this so Lmao #i'm going to. recuperate hfh 👍👍 #//thanks again for the prompt had a Lot of fun doin this ehegh :DD !! #<33

[wraithsoutlaws]

From the soft otp prompts & for the bbs ☺️ 3 & 4!

3) Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment / 4) Write about your ship holding hands in a happy moment.

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Blood exploded from Dagger’s mouth and he saw stars for the second time as Dum Dum knocked him on his ass. The constellations mocked him in a dim flicker above. For a moment he couldn’t move. That chrome fist shattered a tooth–not for the first time, though depending on the outcome of the night, it could be the last. He didn’t think Dum Dum would kill him. He may have underestimated him until now.

Before his vision had time to clear, he felt himself ripped upward, heaved into another punch that left him coughing, choking on his own blood.

“I trusted you–” Dum Dum spat. His voice sounded like a car crash, and he hit just as hard. Dagger’s skin split open above the eye, and his left optic turned suddenly to static. The seven red lenses staring down at him overtook what was left of his blurry vision. He could barely make them out in detail, just the bleeding glow around him like watching the world through a rain soaked windshield. “You never gave a shit about any of it!”

His tone shifted. There was a human crack in the words that sounded foreign on the otherwise mechanical growl of his voice. Dagger felt it like a knife in his chest, wedging him open. Something else he wasn’t used to.

His lungs heaved with heavy breath. Voice wet and ragged. 

“You ever hear about the scorpion and the frog–”

Blood sparkled on chrome knuckles and Dagger’s hand came up on instinct to stop the incoming blow. The impact radiated down his arm but his fingers tightened and he held true. It might be the last time he’d ever feel that touch. Part of him wanted to remember. A fingertip brushed across the scarred metal of his hand and Dum Dum went still, like for a moment the rage fell way to something softer.

They were never very good at softer.

Dagger’s grip tightened suddenly, savoring the feel of him one more time before he sent his free hand flying into Dum Dum’s face and knocking him sideways.

He forced a smile tight over dripping red teeth. Wild as a dog. 

“Is that the best you got, tin man?”

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Dagger scanned over the horizon, flat land dusted with the setting sun. He’d purchased the lot on a deal. Holding a man at knifepoint makes negotiations smoother–something he’d learned long ago. Twenty miles out and you’d hit Vegas, but it was quiet here and empty. Nothing but sun-bleached barren road, forgotten and neglected by anyone who wasn’t Raffen. He had no problem dealing with Raffen. They’d learn soon enough where they sat on the food chain. 

His eyes dimmed automatically against the golden light as he tried to picture the sprawling carnival set so clearly inside his head. It’d take time, years maybe, but it was doable.

He heard the dirt crunch behind him and turned. Even those blaring red eyes paled in comparison to the sun. 

“You ever imagine I’d go legit?” He asked as Dum Dum stood beside him, stretching out the cramps in his legs. The truck sat on a ridge a few feet away, a veil of dust filling scratches in the paint. It was a long drive out, but they were home.

He shook his head, tone flat. “I never imagined you’d live past thirty-five.”

“Well, I am a man of surprises.”

“Hard to figure, though.” Dum Dum took a step forward. “You finally choose to spend a fortune and it’s five miles of fucking sand. ” 

He knew Dum Dum didn’t share the same longing for the wide open. He watched him scratch at the vents of his cyberware, brushing out the dirt trapped inside. 

“You just ain’t picturing it,” Dagger said, determined. He threw an arm over his shoulder and pointed him toward the west. “That right there’s where we’ll have the stage. Good music, not that fucking laser pop electric shit.”

He heard a laugh at his ear, and turned to the right, pointing out an especially flat section of desert. “That’s where the haunted house will go. Behind it will be the coaster. Biggest one on this side of the continent.” He was grinning now. The structures were clear in his vision. It finally felt real.

“You sound like some shitty salesman.” Dum Dum quipped.

“Bite your fuckin’ tongue,” Dagger shot back with a playful grin. He walked a few steps over, leading Dum Dum with him, where he drew a line in the sand with the tip of his boot. 

“And this will be our door.”

“Our door?”

“Our trailer.” There was an innocence in his voice he couldn’t quell. 

Dum Dum looked at him, smile creeping over his lips. 

“I figure you’d prefer solid walls to a tent.” 

He examined it again quietly. The image in Dagger’s mind was so vivid, had been for a long time. Longer than he realized now that he was here, and it wasn’t the stage or the haunted house that made the bats in his gut fly wild. It was him. And it wouldn’t be the same if he was gone. Dum Dum stepped through the imaginary threshold and looked around, gazing at the promise of what might be. 

“Place is a fucking mess,” he joked, as if standing in the middle of a crowded room.

The bats fluttered through him gentle.

“Some things never change.” He joined him inside, surrounded by the shared daydream. His hand inched toward him, glancing off the edge of his fingers before a pinkie linked gently around his own. The rest followed like dominoes. It was the only time Dagger’s chrome hand felt like flesh again. Dum Dum’s grip tightened around it.

Some things never change.

Some things do.

“C’mon,” Dagger said, hardly more than a breath. “I’ll show you where the bed goes.”

#oc: dagger #x: perfect drug #my fic tag #OKAY SO i may have stretched the definition of 'holding hands' but uh. you know how it goes >> #i am merely a vessel while the blorbos speak thru me heh #these are separate but kinda go together thematically..... #anyway as for the fight in the first one dd finds out that dagger was planning on fucking over maelstrom/just using them (him) #the second one happens much much later in their timeline #i know the ask prompt is 'soft' but listen. boys will be boys.

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idk interpret this however you want fghjdh

#asks #prompts #ray toro #mcr #my chemical romance #nightmarebittersweet #immediately thought of danger days spider #immediately thought of ray toro's cute dd spider shirt

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Apparently in DD2 the Bounty Hunter will just join the party instead of replacing someone if there's only one person left. I've imagined him spotting a lone and shaken Bonnie huddled in an inn and going full The Last Of Us with her ever since.

He'd straight up grab that kid by the scruff of the neck, put her in his backpack and proceed to kill everything in his way.

#darkest dungeon #asks #anon #dd bounty hunter #dd tardif #dd bonnie #dd runaway #dd prompts