Prompt - Tumblr Posts
Basically, it’s discovered that to help stabilize Danielle, aka Ellie, it’d be best to have her be smaller. She refused to be turned into a kid by Frostbite/her own power ability, when Danny remembered the shrink ray his parents made. The side effect is that they’re kind of stuck as humans when they’re that small—they can use some ghost powers, but basically, it’s a weird side effect of the shrink ray. That’s canon, by the fucking way, lmao
Anyways, so Ellie agrees, and Danny will shrink himself with the ray to her size to help her out when needed/when she wants company her size, with Jazz, Sam, and Tucker occasionally helping out. Sam buys one of those really ornate Victorian dollhouses, with wooden everything, and Danny does some… renovations… so that it no longer opens and is a proper house. There’s still some oddities because it’s a dollhouse originally, but it was easier and faster to give her a home. One of the first additions was a water/wastewater system, followed like two hours later by an electrical system. Since it was so small, Danny was able to do it fairly quickly in his big size, occasionally going small and using the small window for using his powers to double check on things.
The water system had to be refilled every week, unless hooked up to a plumbing system in a house, which Danny made some outlets for in Jazz’s room—it was easier and had significantly less questions/didn’t stand out as much if placed in Jazz’s room. They usually did it every three days, though, as the plug-in process was still a bit… hinky. The tanks for holding the water were in the ‘basement’, which was mostly inaccessible from the inside of the dollhouse but basically looked like a big stand the dollhouse stayed on. Like someone ripped a full house out of the ground WITH the basement attached. There was a small access hallway down some stairs in the house for the clean water system, though.
The electric system was fairly simple, as it didn’t cost much energy to light a dollhouse and heat/cool water. There was an AC unit, Ellie’s request, but it hardly was used and was fairly efficient just due to pure size. It was fueled by ecto batteries, which Danny made sure had a few rechargability options—just because it was efficient energy didn’t mean it didn’t ever need recharging. There was a very small ecto filter, but due to its relative small size, was easy to clean and was fairly stable, so they had a whole closet of them just chilling out, both filled and empty. The battery itself could be charged by ecto sources, Danny’s own blood, or ambient ectoplasm gained by using something that looked like a solar panel and a satellite dish had a child that the batter could be placed in. The hookup also allowed for like… normal D cell batteries.
They would buy dollhouse furniture, and occasionally just buy the big version then shrink it down. Ellie had a huge old house to herself, basically, might as well go ham. And she had a fun time with the designer doll clothes Sam liked to get, although the cheap doll clothes from the store were also fun. Best option was just buying normal clothes and shrinking them, but using things that were already small or just making stuff using normal sized objects was fun.
At some point, though, the Fenton siblings decide to go on a trip. Ellie begs to be taken along, and Jazz agrees—there’s a doll showcase in Gotham, and Jazz wanted to see if anything caught Ellie’s interest. Danny, having a room in the dollhouse himself, also went along. Might as well make it a sibling’s trip, right?
Ellie can be full size for small chunks of time, which they did while exploring the expo. They found some cool things to add, and some doll clothes Ellie was far too interested in trying on, as well as some to force on Danny later. He sighed, but like—that’s his little cousin-sister, he’d put up with it. After all, he learned how to plumb an entire (miniature) house in two days when she refused to move in until it had a fully functional bathroom, so.
Anyways!
They have a fun time, and sure, lugging the relatively giant dollhouse was a PAIN, but it was Ellie’s home, and some stabilizing tech made it relatively safe to move without risking everything freaking breaking. They load everything in again, and the dollhouse is now restocked with clothes, tiny furniture, and a lot of shrunken supplies—some foods are just hard to work with full size, and are easier to shrink, okay? Also soap, paper goods, pencils and pens, books, etc. Jazz loads the thing into her car, and Danny offers to stay with Ellie in the dollhouse—so Jazz gets them in, and shrinks them down, holding onto the shrink ray in the meantime.
All is going relatively well in Gotham traffic until there’s a rogue attack.
Go figure.
Jazz ends up unconscious, and Danny and Ellie can’t do anything before the rogue is taken care of and a paramedic team comes up. They hide back in the dollhouse, listening as the medics say she seems to be okay, just unconscious. A relief, but now they’re taking Jazz away. Fenton luck states she’s one of the few actually injured. The Bat Brigade comes by, and Batman notices that there’s a wallet for one Danny Fenton. Red Robin confirms that Jazz was likely here with at least two other people, based on the ticket stubs for the expo. However, there is a strange lack of social media presence, Danny doesn’t have a photo ID, and there’s no way of knowing for SURE that it was just Danny with her, if it was just two other people, or if Danny was in the car with her. Still, as they can’t find him but DO have his sister and his wallet, they assume he might be missing, possibly kidnapped.
The Gotham PD of course take in the car, although it’s pretty trashed. Knowing well and good that the dollhouse and such things are actually quite expensive, Commissioner Gordon mentions that it wouldn’t be a bad idea for Batman to maybe hold onto the Fenton’s things that *aren’t* related to the investigation.
Batman just takes everything. Including a rather peculiar looking gun that seems to have sustained some damage during the attack and car crash.
Gordon sighs. Figures.
So, Danny and Ellie end up in Wayne Manor. Most of the things end up in the Batcave, but Alfred insists that they place the doll things upstairs in the manor proper—the cave isn’t *that* damp, but doll things are small and delicate. So, upstairs they go.
At first, it’s fine. Danny and Ellie are fine in the dollhouse, and it’ll be at least a week before any of the systems NEED to be worked with.
Then Ellie ends up with a massive migraine. She gets them, on occasion, a sort of growing pain. Usually, they just shrink some medicine for her as she needs it, because she’s like—twelve. While they did have some medicine that had been pre-shrunk, when they were stocking up in Gotham, it turns out pain medicine was more expensive there. Not by much, but they figured—they’ll just stock up in Amity Park, they’ll be there in two days.
Haha. Nope.
So, Danny finally has to venture out. He lucks into finding the first aid kit—why there was one in the main living room, he’s not sure—and is currently working on trying to get open the blister packet of an ibuprofen when Alfred finds him.
Alfred stares at this tiny boy with a tiny make-shift knife trying to get into… over the counter pain medication.
Danny stares at this butler guy who had very gently cleaned the outside and noted the strange fact that the dollhouse did not open.
Danny waves at Alfred.
Alfred waves a tiny finger back.
“Hello,” Alfred says softly, which is fantastic because loud noises could get painful—part of the reason for Ellie’s headache was an argument between Tim and Damian. “How do you do?”
Danny hesitates, before he makes an exaggerated so-so gesture.
“You understand me?”
Danny nods—it’s rare for people to understand what he’s saying when he’s 5 inches tall.
“How wonderful,” Alfred smiles. “And how can I help our young guest tonight?”
Danny gestures to the blister packet.
“Pain medication? Isn’t that a little bit large for you.”
The teen thinks for a second on how to communicate. He points to the pill, then makes a slight show of pretending to grind something, like a mortar and pestle.
Thankfully, Alfred got the idea. “Would it be easier if I ground it up for you?”
Danny takes a moment to think before accepting with an enthusiastic nod.
“Very well,” Alfred says, taking the blister packet in one hand. He then hold his other out, palm up, like a platform. “Would you like to come with me?”
Danny ‘his survival instincts died when he did’ Fenton gets into Alfred’s hand.
Alfred grinds up the pill into a fine powder. Danny hands him a tiny bottle—still large in Danny’s hands, as it was not a shrunk bottle—that he had tied around his waist. Alfred fills it, and hands it back.
“I assume you came from the tiny house we have in our living room?”
Danny again nods. Alfred takes him there, setting him down outside the front door. Danny bows, and sure it’s Japanese as hell, and he’s white as all get out, but it’s a generally understood gesture of thanks. He hopes.
Alfred understands it just fine. “I bid you goodnight, then. Perhaps we will talk more, when you are feeling better?”
Danny hesitates, again, but he nods. Alfred had been nice enough, so far.
Danny heads in, quickly measuring out the medicine—shrunk pressure plates and scales and weights made what it was measuring relative—to him the weights on the hand balance scale felt the same weight. Ellie got her medicine, and they both went back to sleep.
He told her in the morning what happened. Ellie was strangely gung-ho about meeting this butler guy, and so—when no one else was around—, she and Danny went onto the tiny balcony as Alfred came in to dust.
“Oh my,” he said. “There’s two of you, now. Should I expect more?”
Both of them did an exaggerated ‘no’ dance.
“Very well, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself. I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler. Welcome to Wayne Manor.”
DCxDP Idea: Ra's Al Ghul is a Rat-Ass Bastard
Since Damian was a test tube baby, why did Talia have to know about him? Couldn’t Ra’s create an infant on his own?
Danyal was born like this some years before Damian was, even before Talia had the idea to have a kid with Bruce. He was raised by Ra’s to be a weapon, rather than an heir, and was eventually sent to investigate the Fenton's research into what Ra’s suspected to be the source of the Lazarus Pits. Their research was minimal at the time, and Ra’s was getting annoyed with Danyal’s lack of progress (read: problems with authority and strong moral code (I headcanon Danny as morally gray in the way of most supernatural beings, but that’s still more moral than Ra’s)), so it became a long term infiltration mission.
This eventually led to the events of DP Canon, and Ra’s began supporting the GIW as a way to get that research on the Infinite Realms he wanted and as an attempt to control his wayward grandson. Unfortunately for him, Danny has grown into himself away from his grandfather, and he has friends who are ready to throw down with his asshole ancestor, both ghost and human.
This connects to how the batfam finds out. They’re keeping track of Ra’s and began investigating the GIW after he failed to hide his tracks. They find a horrific series of sapient rights violations against a race of supernatural/interdimensional spirits. The Justice League didn’t know, and occasionally even accidentally helped the GIW. The only force holding the GIW back is a small group of ghosts and human mages that are waging war against them and Ra’s, even going so far as to drain the Lazarus Pits.
Danny Phantom, one of the leaders of this group, looks nothing like Damian, in the way that siblings can look nothing like each other once you’re familiar with them. But he does look eerily reminiscent of both Talia and Bruce, and Ra’s had been acting weird about this whole thing…
Danny could know about the batfam and Talia or not. I think he would know about them at least vaguely, just for security reasons, but I also think Ra’s would have made them out to be people Danny can’t reach out to. He would definitely make it seem like Talia and Damian knew about him so that Danny would think they're on Ra's' side.
This is even an opportunity for Good Mom!Talia, for her to try to do better with Danny than she did with Damian, for her to finally break free of her father, and maybe even repair her relationship with her younger son.
Erszébet loved Roderich, but she never managed to get comfortable wearing the kind of dresses worn by the women of her husband's house. It made her miss her childhood, though as it had been.
For @hetalia-aushun-week
Tim Drake-centric fic prompt that I really really wanna read about specifically but can't find one
Where after Tim got beaten up by this new guy Red Hood, Tim already knew that he was Jason and let's Hood beat him up and after that, Tim plans to let Hood slowly come back to the family.
Just stable enough for Bruce and Jason to talk once more and that's when Tim will slowly fade from the Wayne family.
Tim believed himself as only a business partner, a colleague and employee, not a family. And besides, he only became Robin because Batman needed Robin but now that Red Hood came back, there was no need for Tim. But he has to stay for a few more days or so just in case (or maybe it's him not wanting to give this up).
And then Damien came who then pulled a Red Hood on Tim again for the Robin title.
Tim let's Damien have it by the end of it tho since he remembers that his original plan from the very beginning of becoming a Robin was to only help Batman stabilize and Batman seems to have got it already.
Now Tim starts to see the Wayne's less and less and the family starts to notice this too so they try and investigate (stalking) Tim by observing where he's going, what he does and what new hobbies his got going.
The family found him dating someone.
Or
The family caught Tim something something really big and surprising that I can't even say
Hey amrev fandom!!! Here's a writing prompt for you!!!
"Steuponceau/Steubenceau. Tender Steuponceau. Affectionate Steuponceau."
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Please..I'm actually desperate. I haven't found any fics of them since 2019. Just give me a oneshot. I just want oneshots. I just want one, single Steuponceau oneshot. I want the kind of oneshot that makes you actually kick your feet. I'm very desperate. Okay bye, that concludes my ted talk.
Vulture Culture
ive seen alot of ficlets or prompts associate danny with crows cuz they're associated with death and all that but what about vultures?
like- Vultures are scavengers that eat the flesh of dead bodies. They're recognized as symbols of death around the world! they could create twice the chaos instead of crows:
gotham city wakes up one day to find itself infested with vultures, no one knows where they came from but they seem to crowd around a blue-eyed, black-hair child... oh no, someone hid him from bruce wayne and the joker.
Bill after hearing marks plan to overthrow the government: “is any of this even remotely legal?”
Mark: “I’m sure it is somewhere..?”
Bill unimpressed: “and here?”
Mark: “Not at all!”
Bill: sigh “Alright.”
Person A: “Is any of this legal?”
Person B: “I’m sure it’s legal somewhere.”
Person A: “…And here?”
Person C: “Not even remotely.”
Paranoiac Assumptions -Adam Stanheight /Reader
A/N This was inspired by a writing prompt! Enjoy ~
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You stepped out into the warm atmosphere, the sun shining brilliantly. Adam Faulkner hadn’t invited you but you’d come by anyway. His apartment windows were all sealed shut. You threw a pencil at it, because you knew it wouldn’t break the glass, unlike a pebble would. It was enough to get Adam’s attention. He opened the window and peered out at you. “Y/N! What brings you here on a day like today?”
You shrugged. “Oh… nothin’ much. What’re YOU doing?”
Adam had a sharp knife in his hands. He rolled his head back. “Cooking.”
You stared at Adam in disbelief. “ ‘Cooking’!? You? You’ve gotta be joking.”
“I wish,” Adam grumbled. “But no. I have a client coming over. We’re staying late, so I figured I’d make something…”
“Want me to help?” You called out to him.
Adam had turned away, obviously he was watching something inside. “Ah, fuck.” He stalked back into the kitchen.
You stared after him, but he never came back. You realized then that you lost your pencil among the bushes lining the apartment wall. You sat in the sun for a couple of moments, enjoying its warm rays on your tingly skin, but eventually that got boring. “Adam!” You shouted up to him. Your neck was getting sore from looking up. “Are you going to let me in? You know I don’t have the password to the front door.”
No answer. All you could hear was the singing of the birds in the trees and the barking of a couple of dogs not far away. For once there wasn’t overwhelming traffic to stand in your way. “Adam, I don’t want to throw a rock and break your window. What are you doing?”
Still, there was no response. You knocked on the door. Maybe there was someone inside who would let you in? But, no one showed up. You stalked over to the bushes to try and find your pencil. The leaves were damp from the earlier rain. You were unsatisfied when you got water in your shoes. At least you found your pencil!
You stood back and aimed your shot. The window was open this time, but maybe if you hit one of the closed ones the pencil wouldn’t fall into the apartament. You missed. The pencil sailed through the air and landed somewhere inside Adam’s apartment. You were able to hear the clink it made when it landed on the floor. You huffed in annoyance. Maybe the landlord would give you the code?
“Y/N!” Adam called down to you abruptly.
Your heart leapt. “Adam?” Was he going to let you in this time?
“I found your pencil. You wanted something?” He put your pencil on the window sill.
“Yeah, I want to be let in,” you replied haughtily.
“Oh, shit, right.”
Adam was clumsy sometimes but boy he was a sweetheart. And not to mention, he was kinda cute in the process of his clumsiness. “I love you.”
Adam smiled. “I love you more.”
“I love you most!” You shot back triumphantly.
“I love you superlatively,” Adam winked at you.
You felt affection roll over you like it was a physical blanket of comfort. You blushed in embarrassment, feeling special. Adam was good at doing that to you. “Hey, Adam… it’s lovely out here and all, but-”
“Goddamn it, not again!” Adam walked back into the apartment, leaving you all alone once more.
“Wait, Adam! Come back! Fuck…” You turned around to sit on a nearby street bench, which had been in the sun all morning so it was dry, when there was an exclamation from Adam’s window. You looked back up in alarm.
“Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow! Damn it!”
“Adam!? Are you okay? Adam! Come down here! For the love of god, I will break your window just to get your attention. Don’t test me.” The statement canceled out your intention of using a pencil. Things change, I guess.
The lack of response put you on edge. Anything could be happening up there, and you couldn’t see it! Your heart started to pound. “Adaaaaaam!” You wailed miserably. “Come on, where the fuck are you?”
You could feel your eyes start to sting. Every moment away from your lover scared you more and more. You started sweating, and breathing fast.
"Fuck! Tell me you're okay, Adam! Tell me you're alright! Say something, anything!" You started to look on the ground for something to throw. You would do ANYTHING, if you had to.
“Excuse me, are you alright?” Someone asked from behind you.
Nervously, you glanced over your shoulder. Adam’s landlord was eyeing you mistrustfully, his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth turned in a frown, as if he expected you to bite him unexpectedly.
“No!” You exclaimed drastically, relieved to be getting some kind of help at last. “My boyfriend lives here. I need to get in to see him! Please! I think something’s happened to him.”
“Adam Stanheight?” The landlord wanted confirmation before allowing some stranger into the apartment.
“Yes!” You pleaded. Your heart sped up. What was this man doing? The longer you waited for his response the worse Adam's injury could be getting! What if he needed an ambulance! Someone had to rescue him! And you didn't have all day!
From above you, there was a series of curse words and the landlord looked up nonchalantly. You froze in terror. Now what what was happening?
The landlord gazed back at you blankly, and then walked over to the door. He pushed it open easily, and held it for you. You ran inside without even saying thank you. You took the stairs two at a time.
Slamming your fists on Adam’s apartment door, you yelled for him, alerting everyone else to your presence. “Adam! Adam! Open the door! Open the goddamn door! Come on, Adam!” You put your forehead on the door tiredly, and let out a breath.
The splintered wood from the old, weary, door poked into your fingers and head, and increased the intensity of the moment. Hollow echoes bounced off the walls and ceiling as other people came and went. Your chest felt cold, and your arms were sore from clenching your fists. “Adam…?” You asked quietly.
The door was pulled open suddenly, and you fell forward, much to Adam’s surprise. He let out a yelp, and caught you in his arms. “Oh my god! Y/N! What’s wrong!?”
You pushed yourself out of his grasp and stared at him in horror. “What’s wrong with ME!?” You tackled Adam to the ground and scanned his face and body for injuries. “What happened to YOU? I heard you shouting and got really scared!”
There was no sign of injury on your boyfriend.
“Me?” Adam gave you a puzzled look, all the while trying to get your hands off his face. This task was not easy. “I’m fine, Y/N,” he attempted to explain around your fingers. “I just pinched myself in the pantry door. It hurt a lot at the time, but it’s gone now.”
“Well, what about after that?” You questioned straightforwardly, almost as though you were TRYING to find a reason to be upset. You got up and ran into the kitchen. Everything was neat and tidy, except for the utensils Adam had used for his cooking. Nothing suggested anything terrible.
“What are you looking for?” Adam asked, staring at you dumbly, still recovering from your attack.
“Right before I came in here,” you told him. “Something happened.”
He laughed. “Are you referring to when I spilled water on the floor? It got all over my clothes! I’m still a little wet from that.”
You stared at Adam with your mouth agape and your eyes stretched wide, feeling awkward. Your mind was going numb. It felt like a dying flower losing it's last petal. “So… you’re okay?” You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You were super embarrassed now!
“Mmhmm.” Adam nodded briefly.
“Completely fine?” You wanted to make sure.
“Yep.” Adam popped his lips at the end. He closed the door to his apartment room.
You gazed around the room, unable to look Adam in the eyes. “Oh… Well… That’s good…” You fumbled with the edge of your shirt, trying to look busy.
Adam passed you on his way to the stove. “Anyway. Want to stay for dinner?” He asked you casually.
You leaned against the counter, trying to get over the uncomfortableness. “Um… Yeah…” You said shyly. “I’d love to. Maybe I can stay the night, too?”
“A slumber party?” Adam asked, a sly smile on his lips. “Sure. After my client goes home. He’s stopping by to grab his pictures. You know the drill.”
“You must know him personally then? I don’t think you’d be making dinner for him otherwise.”
Adam shrugged. “Yeah. We’re close.”
You smiled. “Cute.”
Adam grinned back. “I try my best!”
You hung back, still scanning for signs of an accident. There was no sign of trouble lingering anywhere, and now it was very quiet. You said slowly, “Your day going well?” The embarrassment was wearing off.
“So far. How about yours?”
“Fine, I guess,” you mumbled. “I’m just glad you’re alright. You scared me.”
“Sorry.” Adam hugged you. “I was trying not to burn the apartment down.”
You leaned into him, feeling his strong arms around your shoulders, and you put your head on his chest. You relaxed in his embrace, adrenaline still high in your blood. “Well that’s good. Wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
Adam smiled into your hair. “No, I guess not.”
A voice called through the open window. “Adam? Mind letting me in? I’m here to grab my pictures!”
Adam pulled away from you. “There he is,” he sighed happily.
“Does he know you made dinner?” You inquired.
“I told him,” Adam answered calmly. “But he probably forgot.”
You chuckled, and sat down at the breakfast table, as Adam went out to invite his client inside. You drummed your fingers lightly on the surface of the table, waiting for Adam to return. You'd forgotten about your pencil, and hopefully you'd find it before it fell out the window of its own accord, but there was no way to be sure of that, at this time. Your heart was finally starting to slow down, much to your relief.
The harsh footsteps on the stairs put you on edge, as you tried to put every bad scenario that included Adam injuring himself in some way, out of your thoughts. You laid your head down on the table, and listened to the rhythmic tapping of your fingers until Adam returned back to you, safe and sound.
Sleeping Beauty - Adam Stanheight / Reader
A/N sorry for the short story, been feeling writer’s block. (This was a prompt. I’m sorry it’s creepy asf.)
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Adam Faulkner was late to bed that night. It was nearly three in the morning when he finally finished producing a set of pictures. He was late to producing the pictures as well. He was late for an appointment with a client. He was late for a lot of things right now. He had to reschedule many appointments. But at least this was the last one… Finally.
Adam set the camera on the dresser that was to the side of the bed. In this summer season, three am looked bright, dawn creeping in through the edges of the window, around the curtains. The sky was a light indigo even though it was three am, and it seemed like the sun was about to rise some time soon.
Adam turned away from the dresser and spotted you asleep on the bed, facing him, on your right side. You looked so lovely in the dim light, your face peaceful, humble, innocent. Your eyelids fluttered slightly over and over. Adam wondered what you were seeing, what you were dreaming about. It didn’t seem like it was hellish.
He smiled at the sight of his significant other. The light drew circles on your skin and cast shadows over certain places, making an intricate picture of darkness and lightness. He took in your body shape through the tight bed covers. All the right indents and muscles portrayed through them. Your breathing was gentle and delicate. Your belly rose and fell smoothly.
Adam knelt down by the bed to look into your sleeping face. It was impossible that you didn’t know he was there. All it took was an easy action of opening your eyes, but that would never happen because you were asleep. You didn’t know he was there at all. It was weird knowing that you wouldn’t open your eyes even though Adam was staring at you.
He eyed your thin lips, and had to refrain from kissing them. They were so lonely and unsuspecting, perfect for kissing. But he knew better than to wake you up. Your cheeks were not flushed like they were during the day and your hair was not combed like it was during the day. Your hair was messy but he liked it. Your perfectionism never allowed you to have a bed head sometimes, but Adam thought it was satisfying to see it all messed up.
Stanheight liked how you looked in this moment a lot… in more ways than one. Stooping, Adam pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You snuggled closer to your pillow, and Adam sighed. He noticed your lips again, and how close they were to his. It was driving him mad, almost. Those perfect lips, the ones that greeted him everytime he came home from work. The ones that opened for him every time before bed. The ones that always told him they loved him. Without stopping to think he dropped his mouth to yours. Slowly, carefully, so as to not disturb you, Adam kissed you lamely. It was lame because the other half wasn’t recuperating.
The swirling feelings of kissing you were dull but there nonetheless. He loved every moment of it. Your warm, soft, mouth on his mouth made him happy. Then Adam leaned back, feeling somewhat satisfied. He had done what he had wanted to do, so he was happy now.
Adam combed his fingers through your (favorite color) hair. You had dyed it recently and it looked absolutely stunning. The dye was good, too. A week in and it wasn’t even washing out! Sometimes he could still smell the dye’s perfume. He admired the color on you for a little while. It suited you quite well.
You stuck an arm out of the blankets abruptly, causing Adam to lurch backwards. He was trying not to wake you, even if it didn’t look like it. You were just so vulnerable. He never ever got to see you like that. That was what made this moment so special. He trailed a hand down your shoulder all the way to your wrist, where he took hold of your hand.
For a moment his jeans felt heavy, like there was a sharp rock in his pocket. He could envision the white ring on your finger, shining magnificently. You, all dressed in white silks. The veil over your face, having to lift it up so that he could kiss you.
Your hands were a little sweaty from being under the blankets for so long.
Stanheight cupped your cheek and you leaned further into the pillow. Quickly, Adam pulled away. He was sure he would wake you up, if he kept doing this. You just looked so touchable. It was night’s like these, that Adam lost all sense of self-control. But he would never hurt you. Nothing like that!
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the object currently causing him the most discomfort. It was small and white, it glittered whenever the moonlight struck it the right way. He eyed it nervously, and rolled it between his pointer finger and his thumb. It was heavy too, he hoped you wouldn’t mind that. It was the one that made him think of you the most.
He held it up to his left eye so that he could see through the hole of the ring. There you were at the center, just like you always would be, because you were the center of his world. He needed you.
You didn’t know about the ring yet. He had been too nervous to ask you. All his friends were yelling at him for that. At least they hadn’t spoiled the surprise to Y/N yet.
Adam crept up behind you on the bed and slightly maneuvered around you till he was comfortable, then he closed his eyes, and breathed in your sweet, feathery, scent. He tucked the ring back into his pocket, and put his forehead on your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. Maybe tomorrow would be the day? He could feel your breaths, it made him calm. He breathed with you.
Adam nuzzled your neck pleasantly as the light grew brighter around the high-hanging curtains. Your skin was like cotton to his touch. Your hair was as wavy as the cotton fields, and your breath was as slow and magical like the breeze blowing through. Something about it was melodic and rhythmic. So perfect for him.
“I love you, Y/N,” he murmured into your hair.
Slowly, as time ticked by, - it was four at this point - Adam was able to fall asleep, curled up next to your warm, healthy body, dreaming of you and all the mischief the two of you’d get into. Stars and galaxies exploding into one another. Madness. Brilliance. Overlapping timelines. Hot and heavy, romantic pleasantries. All in all, it was a wonderful sight to see; a ridiculous rollercoaster ride - mostly nonsensical. If only YOU could’ve been there to share it with him.
Halloween prompts no. 24.5
Danny needed a place to live.
The Wayne manor had more rooms than anyone could know what to do with.
Had Danny been sneaking in to the Wayne manor uncaught for a three months now? Yep. Had he had a little fifteenth birthday party for himself with a cupcake and a candle in his new room? Yep. Was he proud of his appearent stealth? Yep.
Did he expect the butler to walk in on him in the middle of phasing his backpack back out of the wall?
Nope. Absolutely not.
The butler eased out of his look of shock like a veteran of wild shenanigans and bullcrappery, "May I inquire the reason for your visit?"
Danny, who was a panicking just blurted out, "I live here now!"
They just kinda stared at eachother before the butler laughed a little. "Alright then. Dinner will be served in two hours. Don't be late."
And with that he was gone. Danny groaned about his big mouth and decided to commit. Dinner was awkward and the butler, Alfred, made him introduce himself and he did so with a little wave.
Damian attempted to murder him with throwing knives which Danny caught and proclaimed were his now. The family all watched on as Danny wound Damian up and kept taking more weapons from him. Little bat looked like he was on the verge of either flying over the table at the teen or just having a stroke.
Steph and Tim were switching between asking questions and being menaces to society.
Jason was making quips at other people and being oddly friendly.
Duke was staring at danny with a look of horror for half the diner before awkwardly deciding to be friendly and hope whatever this thing was didn't bite
He and Dick were already workshopping puns together at the table in front of everybody. A fact no one but them enjoyed.
Bruce was asking vague questions to try to figure out what this kids deal was and how exactly he got past all the security.
Cass had successfully taught him a bit of ASL and they seemed to get along well enough. Especially once stealth was brought up. Turns out Danny likes to sneak around and he had almost been caught multiple times in the three months he'd been living here. All the family went silent.
"Did you say three months?!"
The whole family (sans Damian) works together both to get Danny to stay so they can get answers to questions and try to peace together wth is happening.
At first they thing Danny is going to freeload off of him only to discover he only came home right before the curfew Bruce set for him and heads out first thing in the morning. He usually only used the manor to sleep and shower.
It was Steph who found him first. He was handing out flyers as part of one of his many side jobs. Turns out he spent most of his time working.
He somehow managed to get Jason to help him buy a fridge. Danny paid for it entirely by himself, he just needed Jason to sign a piece of paper since he was a legal adult and Danny very much wasn't. Jason asked why the kid wanted such a huge fridge and he wasn't prepared for him to say he "wanted to stay out of the way as much as possible"
warnings: suggestive
Telling him “your eyes are so pretty. Can i have them? ” and he replies:
“no, but your kids can”
—Kita, ATSUMU, OIKAWA, Kageyama, BOKUTO, SUNA, Yahaba, Ushijima, NISHINOYA, Tsukishima, KUROO, Tendou, Osamu, TERUSHIMA, MATTSUN, Akaashi, Futakuchi, Kuguri
There once an immortal man. He was a dark sorcerer, but he could read oracles and prophecies like a servant to the holy
He then developed a hobby — an entertainment, his way to past time. He started fulfilling prophecies in his own way. What a strange man he was — never boring.
One day, he read an oracle about a certain lady's fate. "No man will ever love her." At those days, receiving an oracle were very rare and there were no new prophecies, so, he decided it will do to kill time.
In his twisted way of fulfilling the prophecy, he killed all the suitors, men the lady fancies, and the men around her. But as his eyes bestowed on lady, he fell — in which he fell real hard. 'Thy art paragon of beauty and virtue. No wonder beasts flocks to be in thy presence.'
"I would never.. impossible! I could never- it's just not right. No, I don't believe it's love at first- nor it is love at all!"
"Oh how pathetic I became."
The gods laughed at his demise.
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
“ am i not good enough? ”
“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”
“ why did you help me? ”
“ who do you fight for? ”
“ why do you hate me? ”
“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”
“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”
“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”
“ where do you think you’re going? ”
“ how long have i been asleep? ”
“ are you going to kill me? ”
“ why can’t i come with you? ”
“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”
“ did you want to be alone? ”
“ why should i trust you? ”
“ wait. did you hear that? ”
“ promise me? ”
“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”
“ do you remember anything at all? ”
“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”
“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”
“ may i have this dance? ”
“ can i ask… what happened? ”
“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”
“ do you ever hear yourself? ”
“ would you run away with me? ”
“ could you be happy here with me? ”
“ you can’t or you won’t? ”
“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”
“ well, how do i look? ”
“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”
“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”
“ what did they do to you? ”
“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”
“ where have you been? ”
“ why are you looking at me like that? ”
“ why did you come? ”
“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”
“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”
“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”
“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”
“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”
“ can you forgive me? ”
“ what if i never see you again? ”
“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”
“ how about a little midnight snack? ”
“ are you… smelling me? ”
“ how did you get this scar? ”
“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”
“ what did you want to tell me? ”
god of war (2018) starters
❝ long way from home, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ why do you even care? you could have just walked away. ❞ ❝ i almost feel bad for you. ❞ ❝ i can tell you a thing or two about family matters. ❞ ❝ lucky for you, my schedule’s wide open. ❞ ❝ they’re gonna be sorry they picked this fight. ❞ ❝ i heard you. it’s not up for discussion. ❞ ❝ i will rain down agony, every possible violation, upon you. ❞ ❝ um, alright…that hurt a little. ❞ ❝ you think you understand, but you don’t. ❞ ❝ didn’t you hear that? voices. it felt…evil. ❞ ❝ you do not want this fight. ❞ ❝ truth is more important than kindness. ❞ ❝ i know every corner of these lands, every language spoken, every war waged, every deal struck. ❞ ❝ it should have been you. you hear me? you. not her. ❞ ❝ only use this as a last resort. ❞ ❝ deny it all you want, but you saved me. ❞ ❝ you don’t want me and you never will. ❞ ❝ they do not stop us, so they do not concern us. ❞ ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞ ❝ that doesn’t mean you should lie to your friends or family. ❞ ❝ will i see you again? ❞ ❝ don’t leave me alone ever again. ❞ ❝ you see in the eyes of a child. ❞ ❝ i know you hate gods but you really can’t stay away from them, can you? ❞ ❝ you are in your head. let it go. ❞ ❝ it is wise to be discreet. ❞ ❝ you are right…i do not believe you. ❞ ❝ the power of any weapon comes from your heart…but only when tempered by your head. ❞ ❝ wow, you’re so stupid. that your father’s doing? or your mother’s? ❞ ❝ will we see people on the road? friendly? will they try to rob us? ❞ ❝ smells like rotting eggs. is it still good? ❞ ❝ you’ve only killed those deserving, right? ❞ ❝ you’re sounding more like your father by the minute. ❞ ❝ that thing was trying to kill us. it’s not like you don’t get angry in a fight. ❞ ❝ leave. my. home. ❞ ❝ you killed against my wishes. ❞ ❝ it’s all you talk about, over and over. do something about it or shut up. ❞ ❝ behind you, watch out! ❞ ❝ don’t know, don’t care. ❞ ❝ this used to be a challenge. ❞ ❝ this place feels like a prison. ❞ ❝ it feels like something is waiting for us down here. ❞ ❝ don’t be sorry. be better. ❞ ❝ kill for survival, not for indulgence. ❞ ❝ can’t believe you’ve lasted this long. ❞ ❝ in war, a soldier sees beauty in the blood of his enemy. ❞ ❝ the winds of fate have given us a strange coincidence. ❞ ❝ close your heart to their desperation. close your heart to their suffering. ❞ ❝ you’ve had to kill people before, haven’t you? you’re used to it. ❞ ❝ why do you say nothing? ❞ ❝ you’ve seen it with your own eyes. you can’t hurt me. nothing can. ❞ ❝ anger can be a weapon if you control it. ❞ ❝ whatever it is you seek, i do not have it. you should move on. ❞ ❝ when they find you - and they will - they’ll make things difficult. ❞ ❝ there is one unavoidable truth you will never escape: you cannot change. ❞ ❝ only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❞ ❝ we do what me must to survive. ❞ ❝ follow down this path and head for daylight. ❞ ❝ heh. thought you’d be bigger. ❞ ❝ you have a knack for ominous statemants. ❞ ❝ just tell me what i want to know! no need for this to get bloody. ❞ ❝ we all gotta take responsibility sometime, huh? ❞ ❝ that was a waste of a perfectly good apple. ❞ ❝ you think i’m weak, because i’m not like you. ❞ ❝ but…you told me never to go down there. ❞ ❝ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❞ ❝ until our journey is over, one of us must remain focused. ❞ ❝ you must be better than me. understand? ❞ ❝ did something change? the forest feels different now. ❞ ❝ with power comes a big choice. you serve yourself or you serve others. ❞ ❝ do not mistake my silence for lack of grief. ❞ ❝ we are not men. we are more than that. ❞ ❝ i know i was never what you wanted. ❞ ❝ mourn how you wish. leave me to my own. ❞ ❝ hurry! i’m slipping. ❞ ❝ do not allow yourself to feel for them. they do not feel for you. ❞ ❝ do not concern yourself with what might be. focus on what is. ❞ ❝ we do as we please. no excuses. ❞ ❝ your father can kill. are you going to be able to do that? ❞ ❝ accuracy over speed. ❞ ❝ you left me here. again. why don’t you care? ❞ ❝ what, you want a hug? ❞ ❝ finish what you started. ❞ ❝ you know, for someone so strong, you worry a lot. ❞ ❝ you are hunting deer - not chasing it. ❞ ❝ i don’t know you and you don’t know me… don’t seem to want to. ❞ ❝ killing animals i get. they’re food. but people… they’re just trying to survive too. ❞ ❝ do you hear that? it sounds like someone screaming. ❞ ❝ i’m going to cut off your head now. ❞ ❝ it’s…it’s still alive. ❞ ❝ we are here because of you. never forget that. ❞ ❝ do not speak again. ❞ ❝ your anger…you can get lost in it. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to be the smartest man in the world to see that. ❞ ❝ we’ve come so far. there has to be a way. ❞ ❝ don’t you see? they never gave up hope. and neither should we. ❞ ❝ you can change your path. it’s not too late. ❞ ❝ i’ve been to many strange places… but this is a new one. ❞ ❝ oh, cut it out, princess. you’re gonna get me all weepy. ❞ ❝ you are too quick to temper. you a rash, insubordinate and out of control. ❞ ❝ the path ahead is difficult and you are not ready. ❞ ❝ you are not ready - stay back. ❞ ❝ think i’m afraid of you?! you’re nothing to me. ❞ ❝ stay by me. touch nothing. ❞ ❝ you were gone for so long i thought that you… ❞ ❝ you will always be a monster. ❞ ❝ look at me! look at me! ❞ ❝ you are going to have to kill me for that to happen. ❞ ❝ can you kill something that big? ❞ ❝ on our journey we will be attacked by all manner of creature. ❞ ❝ so we’re gonna go toward the creepy singing? ❞ ❝ why are there two beds in there? ❞ ❝ slow down. your haste will cost us. ❞ ❝ i warned you. you would not listen. ❞ ❝ no, wait…i’m not giving up. i just…have to catch my breath. ❞ ❝ well, this is it. it’s been an honor. ❞ ❝ you left me alone to fight. ❞ ❝ are you the last of your family too? ❞ ❝ my mother made it for me. ❞ ❝ fight until we stop or we are dead. ❞ ❝ the last in his realm of all this kind and you shoot him. ❞ ❝ come. no looking back now. ❞ ❝ you’re more concerned with their safety than our goal. ❞ ❝ i don’t think we’re supposed to be in here. ❞ ❝ i’m…sorry for your loss. ❞ ❝ i hoped that’d you, out of all the people i’ve faced, would make me feel something. ❞ ❝ slow and old. you should never have come here. ❞ ❝ that bow’s a little big for you, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ earlier you said people might kill us. i’ll kill them if they try. ❞ ❝ pain we endure. faulty weaponry we do not. ❞ ❝ let me guess…you’re gonna be smug and say we shouldn’t have got involved. ❞ ❝ no. you’ve been gone a long, long time! ❞ ❝ if you try, i’ll try. ❞ ❝ wow, uh…that was something, that fight. ❞ ❝ you did not think it was important to tell me? ❞ ❝ death suits you better. ❞ ❝ is it dishonorable to grow old? ❞ ❝ so unclean. so, so unclean. ❞ ❝ you won’t stop me. ❞ ❝ and i thought my family was fucked up. ❞ ❝ i’m strong. i’m smart. i’m not what you think i am. ❞ ❝ when i require your counsel, i will ask. ❞ ❝ don’t you know when to give up? ❞ ❝ listen to me. i can help. ❞ ❝ you’ve taught me so much. let me teach you something. ❞ ❝ okay. there are a few gaps in my knowledge. ❞ ❝ the path you walk. vengeance. you will find no peace. ❞ ❝ you know i love you. you just can be better. i know you can be. ❞ ❝ let them go. take me instead. ❞ ❝ i’ve never felt more alive. ❞ ❝ no…you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me? ❞ ❝ i used to dream about getting eaten. ❞ ❝ relax. do not think of it as an animal. it is simply a target. ❞ ❝ try to find forgiveness, and we can start something new. ❞ ❝ there is much about me i won’t have you know. ❞ ❝ have you ever heard the term “tempting fate?” ❞ ❝ your memory was a comfort in dark times. ❞ ❝ she meant more to me than you anyway. ❞ ❝ you are not yourself. ❞ ❝ if seeing me dead will make things right, i won’t stop you. ❞ ❝ i’d bow if i could, your majesty. ❞ ❝ then we will go home. to give up this easily, so close to the start… ❞ ❝ only fire when i tell you to fire. ❞ ❝ not my blood. ❞ ❝ nobody’s killed a dragon for hundreds of years. ❞ ❝ are they dead…? oh! not dead! not dead! ❞ ❝ a dangerous beast. we’ll take him down together. ❞
━━━━ ❛ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖞 (1985 album first and last and always) lyric prompts
* some lines have been edited & combined for easy rp use !
so still so dark all over europe
i ride down the highway 101
by the side of the ocean headed for sunset
run around in the acid rain
and the rainbow rises here in the western sky
at the end of the great white pier
i might go the same way too if you and i could talk together
would you choose to walk or stay
i might see the same way too if you would name the things that bring you down on me
i could say it's not quite true if you don't really know or understand the circumstance
it's just a feeling i get sometimes
i get frightened just like you
no time to run and hide
no time for breaking down
it's not so hard to understand
what did you expect to find?
everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine
some nights i still can't sleep
well she wanted a haven and a place to hide, so i gave her an alibi
i didn't have the heart to tell her
the devil may care but i don't mind
i left her there that night but will she find me?
and there wasn't a part of me that didn't want to say goodbye but...
if you can see me, [name], reach out and take me home
save me, save me, save me from the grave...
there's a weight above me and the pressure is all too strong
give me something beautiful again
without your help i am lost in this place
first and last and always: 'til the end of time
say you'll be by me when the evidence comes along
some say i'm growing cold
wear a dress that you can see through
take away my pride and leave
killing time but it's better than living in what will come
i've still got some of your letters with me
do you remember a time when there were angels
it's lonely here and i think you knew
give me one good reason
and the women come and go, talking about me like they know
nothing but the knife to live for
yes i believe in what we had
all i know for sure is knowing doesn't mean so much
all my words are secondhand and useless
i've heard so many things i fail to understand at all
because the world is cruel and promises are broken
don't try to tell me anything
and i know the world is cold but if you hold on tight to what you find you might not mind too much
i don't care what you're called
i can wait a long long time before i hear another love song
come here, i think you're beautiful
Parker just shook his head, the despair written on his face. "I hope you know that what you’re attempting is illegal in several countries!”
Kenum continued chuck knives into the bar window, the silver blades sticking into the glass. "Not this one~!” His grin spread wider, watching the glass continue to crack. The dark lighting of the bar made his already dark brown eye even darker. The white eye, almost blind from years of fighting, seemed to take on a grayish hue to it.
Parker just order more drinks, I'm to old for this shit.
Person A: “I hope you know that what you’re attempting is illegal in several countries!”
Person B: “Not this one~!”
More words please.. tell us about an epiphany or a beautiful moment burned in your soul.. a lost love, a regret, a success..
What could I tell you about her? what could I tell about her frail existence—her joys are but castles built of ashes and tears; sadness besieged her for ages, and stalked her steps til the egde of each horizon—there's no escape from these bottomless tombs; she's gone, and she hasn't written a single letter to the one who left; she's gone, and she isn't tired of her exile.
I call her name but she doesn't recognize my voice I stand in her way but she doesn't see me—she seeks a breakout from yesterday to finally pierce the veil of the sun and time.
مقتبس من القصيدة "إلى سلمى" للشاعرة فدوى طوقان
I drew my friend's fursona, happy halloween
