#prompt: first experiences

[disastertriowriting]

@clonefandomevents

Chapter 4 is for the square "First experiences". :')

She is CT-9905, but she’s called Vision. Cloned from Omega when Nala Se was attempting to clone Force-sensitivity, Vision is the only success. Not only is she Force-sensitive, but she also has the unique ability to see glimpses of the future when she touches something, or someone. As she grows older, she is assigned to Clone Force 99, forever altering the course of history.

[greenglowinspooks]

The way that I’m brainrotting over a DCxDP crossover with a Danny who’s a vengeful villain rn

Like, let’s just say that the GiW finally get into contact with the JL. They need help neutralizing a threat, you see, and they’re on their last limb trying to keep civilians safe.

They have video evidence! They have studies to back their claims! The JL have to help them!

Unfortunately, the JL believe them. They join a fight against Danny, and defeat him due to being far more experienced than he is. Danny is locked away and experimented on by the GiW.

That would CHANGE a person. Your heroes turning against you and seeing you as a monster, being experimented on for who knows how long, not knowing if your friends and family are safe.

Danny gets out due to a simple mistake on the GiW’s part; having Blüdhaven as part of their transport route.

Of course the trucks were attacked, they’re government property!

So now, whoever decided to raid the government transport trucks (the Penguin or something) has a ton of experimental weapons with no idea how they work, and a heavily traumatized teenager.

Danny knows how they work. Danny can be useful! They won’t throw him out if he’s useful! And so, now Danny is working for the Penguin, altering the ectoplasm weapons to make them work on humans.

It’s a good deal for both parties. Danny gets to neurotically imprint on the Penguin like a small baby animal, and the Penguin gets a brilliant mind who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

But eventually, Danny finds out what happened to his family in his absence.

Jazz is in Arkham. Not as a psychologist, but as a “patient.” Apparently, she snapped and completely destroyed the house, leveled a few blocks of Amity Park, and conducted organized attacks on government bases (mostly GiW) for months.

Sam and Tucker helped her, eventually splitting once Jazz was captured. Sam travels to areas of extreme pollution, completely overgrowing them with her plant powers. Currently she’s in the Amazon rainforest, engaging in an ongoing feud with logging companies. Sam is winning.

Tucker faked his death, and Danny has no idea where he is. He only knows that the death wasn’t real because of a code that the three of them made together, just in case.

Ellie’s trapped in the Infinite Realms. Danny had a failsafe in place so that if she was ever cornered by the GiW, she would be sent to her haunt in the GZ. However, with the portal destroyed, she can’t come back. Danny just hopes she’s okay.

His parents are now top GiW scientists. They’re traveling the country giving speeches. They’re working on a battery powered by ectoplasm, but apparently started “having difficulties” around the same time that Danny escaped.

None of it is fair. None of it is right.

The Justice League destroyed his life, the lives of his friends, and they’re doing as good as ever. The GiW is respected, and his parents are happily working away for them.

Danny takes up some of his more experimental weapons and breaks Jazz out of Arkham. She’s a little different now, colder and more quiet, but she still loves him all the same. It’s an unimaginable comfort to him to see his sister again.

He can’t use his powers anymore. He’s so used to associating them with pain that even transforming into his ghost form is enough to take him down for hours.

However, he understands ectoplasm more than anyone else in the world. He knows how to use it in virtually everything; how it can become a weapon, how it can be used as a supplemental ingredient in poisons and nerve agents, how it can twist and distort the mind if applied correctly.

He doesn’t care what happens to him. He’s going to take down the GiW, and destroy the lives of the JL members who helped lock him away, just as they did to him.

No matter the cost.

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a series of drawings featuring Riz Gukgak from D20 Fantasy High. In the first, Pok holds Riz's shoulders in heaven as says, smiling, when you work until the dead of night, your friends know you do it because you love them. In the second, Riz is having a group hug with his party and the text reads, but is it really love that drives you, Riz Gukgak... In the next, a desperate, pleading Riz clutches the shoulder of an indifferent, faceless person and the text continues, ...or is it fear? In the fourth, Riz is younger and digging through crystals with bleeding hands; the text reads, what use are you when you can no longer dig. In the fifth, Kalina, shrouded in darkness with only her eyes glowing, reaches towards the camera with a smile; the text reads, when you're too scared to think. Sixth, Riz is filling out Fig and Kristen's papers under the light of a lamp, serious and tired; the text reads, when you're too tired to work. Seventh, Riz is lying in bed, eyes hidden behind hair, hand on his father's picture; the text reads, too sad to keep the mood up. Eighth, Baron stares into the camera; the text reads, too lonely, too insecure, too weird. Ninth, Baron is holding a defeated Riz by the throat; the text reads, to keep moving? Tenth, Riz is standing in the distance, holding his briefcase, and behind him is a football/soccer ball; the text reads, what use is a ball that can no longer roll? The last drawing just says none in brackets on a dark background. End ID]

[emacrow]

Jazz always wanted a little brother.

Her best friend's mommy having a baby brother in her tummy, but right now they were at gotham, mom was meeting with some important people while she stay safe in the car with dad sleeping in the front passenger seat.

When she asked her mom and dad for a baby brother earlier that same week, mom had to explained that her tummy was broken after she had her because she was a very special miracle baby because they tried so hard to have her.

Jazz understood but at the same time, she wanted- no she need a baby brother, maybe one with dad's hair and mom's eyes, or maybe one with hair like hair and dad's eyes.

And she was determined, as she snuck out of the fentomobile car, sneaking inside beside the scary ninjas guards that were temporarily distracted.

She was very good at sneaking around thanks to mom training her to stay quiet and hide better then a ghost.

There was pools of ectoplasmic but much dirtier and less cleaner then the stuff mom and dad work with. Container and chambers full of them.

She saw doctor walking out of one room and snuck in before the the door close on her. There was another ectoplasmic container that had babies in them..

One sleeping upside down and the other upside up. The one of the bottom was sleeping but the older has his eyes open, revealing pretty blue eyes like dad's eyes.

She chewed on her bottom lip a bit and weigh her short limited choices as nodding.

She close her eyes, focusing as she quickly started to float a bit wobbly, sticking her small hands onto the glass ectoplasmic ball using her secret powers that she had learned without mom and dad noticing.

Her invisible hand grabbed the baby slowly, making it invisible as she pulled it out of the ectoplasmic ball.

The baby was very small and light then a feather while covered in wet ectoplasm goop.. the baby cough a bit, dripping ectoplasm out his mouth, squirming a bit as he was about to make a fuzz but quiet down as she held him close into her warm fuzzy jacket.

She snuck back out of the room and quickly out of the place all the way back into fentonmobile..

Covering the baby with her Einstein bear designed blanket, cleaning the baby up like she would with her baby dolls, and she open the empty toy baby bottle and open her mini almond milk jug, then pour the milk in and close it, after remembering to cut a little open hole on the tip of the hard plastic nibble part.

Scooting over to the baby, and carefully picking him up and helding him close onto her lap like she seen the mommy do on TV as she press the toy baby bottle again the baby's mouth.

It would be 1 hour later before mom came back looking excited then 2 hours later after they left gotham before a soft baby wail woke her dad from the backseat of the fenton car where jazz was.

Jazz was pink in the face as she was trying to hide the baby but she couldn't stop him from crying.

It would 20 minutes of jazz lying straight to her parents's faces on where she found the baby, and it would forever be her only best lie she ever told that convinced them to adopt the baby boy that was now named danny..

Meanwhile back at league of Assassin headquarters. The head scientist has noticed that the first unborn twin baby has been removed early then schedule, probably due to natural condition of death since the first one has a much weaker pulse compared to the second unborn baby which Talia had name Damian later.

The leading scientist check off the existence of the supposed first born who went without a name on the data base...

Unknownly to both parties, Jazz was very happy to have a little brother of her own now, even if his eyes flashes green a bit from time to time.

Ao3 story made here <-

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “breaking up because of long distance” prompts 

“You fell in love with that city, but what about me? Am I no longer a part of that picture of your future?”

“I need to go there. It’s calling for me.” “Yeah, but that’s on the other side of the world. You’re the one who told me you couldn’t live without me close and now you… You wanna live without me anywhere near you?”

“So I guess you’d pick me over a place you haven’t even familiarised yourself with yet.” “Yeah, but I can’t hold myself back for you. I’ve… There are so many opportunities I gave up just to be with you and this is one of those that is worth the sacrifice.” “So you’re saying I’m gonna be that sacrifice?”

“You said you loved the familiar. And you said you never want to leave that familiar behind.” “Well… People change. They grow.”

“We’ve discussed this before. Long distance means we’re breaking up.” “That was back then. Maybe we could make it work now—” “You know it’s not gonna work.”

“You can move with me—“ “What, and sacrifice what I love here just to be with you? That’s so selfish of you.” 

“…I’ve tried long distance before. You know that. It didn’t work. So this… I genuinely don’t think I can do it. I’m sorry.” 

“So you’ve already made your choice.” “Don’t say it like it’s a statement. I—” “I say it that way because it’s the truth. You’ve made your choice, with no consideration for us. At all.” 

“I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do, don’t you? I can’t stop you — no one can. And I’m not gonna be the one holding you back, either.”

“That’s where I see myself in the future.” “You said you saw yourself with me in the future, just a year ago.” “I know, and I’m sorry that I lied. I didn’t know I would end up loving it there so much. It’s to the point where I know I belong there. And I’ll forever hate myself if I don’t make this move.” 

“I… Hope it works out for you. But I’m afraid I’m not gonna be a part of that.” 

“I’ll always support you from afar, even if we’re no longer together.”

“You’ll always be a chapter in my life I’ll cherish.” 

“I wish you the best.” “I, too.”

“Well, if letting you go means you’ll flourish, then I can’t complain. ‘Cause that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.” 

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[roses-and-revolutions]

Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.

Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side. 

Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.

_______

The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids! 

Ghost?

Should they call in the JLD?

_______

Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.

Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!

Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.

He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth. 

But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.

A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.

But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.

He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness. 

He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it. 

He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.

Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 

Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy. 

He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.

In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.

“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”

Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-

Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-

“Are you single?”

There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.

He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #92

Death Day’s are unpleasant. Danny still remembers his first one. It was awful, being forced to relive his own death. Over time, he’s gotten used to them. They’re never good but … they’ve never been as awful as the first one he went through. 

His new friend, Damian, is beginning to show the signs that he has his own Death Day coming up. Maybe Danny can make a care basket or something to make it a little easier on him. Would it be considered rude to ask him about it? Surely, Damian knows Danny’s half-dead too?

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[luckyartdrawer]

(Bitter) Sweet! Art & Drabble

For @divinit3a Café Lunch Rush prompt list! There's still plenty of time before the first prompt is due (Jan 12th), and there's 2 other prompts as well for the month! Definitely check it out lovelies! <3

Drabble name: Instability Of The Heart Contents: Sun x reader, Heavy Pinning, Bitter Sweetness Chosen Words: Clouds, Opals, Celebration, Star-crossed, Letting Go, Hope, Candle Word Count: 1,625

AO3 version now available!

Ch 2. Moon, Ch 3. Eclipse

(Close Ups are also at the bottom <3)

It’s been a whole year…

Unsure how to approach the festivities now, Sun decided to find a quiet spot instead, spending all morning setting things up to participate in his own way. He couldn't not join in, but it just wouldn't be right to go back into the thick of it either.

The not-too-far-off town square, only a mile below his expanse of cloud, is alive in the lieu of celebration. The live orchestra plays the same casual songs, their passion dying the expanse of clouds they rest upon pink with their infectious energy, and the music drifts up clear as day to his ears despite the distance. The community brightens at each strum of a chord, chatter so lively that they create lyrics to their own song. They all are so alight that even once the sun sets, not even a single candle will be necessary to keep the festival bathed in a warm glow.

Sun sighed as he looked towards his namesake, feeling both relief and dread seeing it only moved a little since he last checked, located slightly past the center of the sky above him. Any moment now the square should clear its center and engage in its Hearthwarming Dance.

A spark crackles in his chest, sending longing pangs to his heart and head. It swirls through the burning magma and dips through every ligament, the tips of his fingers and toes buzzing with the itch to do something.

He turns to his partner, waiting for the first note of the new song to swell before grabbing their soft hand and whispering,

“May I have this dance?”

Without his usual banter, Sun embraces them and sways to the familiar beat without hesitation.

Upon closing his eyes, he is suddenly not dancing on a patchy field of clouds, but rather upon a lively opal plaza shimmering in the warm sunlight; the polished stone reflecting all those lovely pink clouds to create a mosaic, speckled with a rainbow of beautiful color.

Yet, the way you shined changed everything. It had completely ruined his view of beauty.

Your smile glistened through the sheer cloud of stardust that orbits around your form. Your eyes were as hypnotic as the ring of light you absorb, blindingly white before turning into a pitch black that's impossible for him to comprehend. He could barely even remember what you wore that day, too busy memorizing your face.

You were a star that had gone supernova, a rarity unseen for the last 3 centuries, let alone for a star of your kind.

Even the thought of your imagery causes him to inhale sharply. He clutches at his partner tightly, mindless of the give as he steps around in a traditional dance.

You were so scared when the change happened all those months ago...

Sun had found you holed up in your dark room, begging him to not look at you. He had initially come over to barge down your door for being an hour late to meet him, only to find your home was unlocked. It wasn't too unusual, so he welcomed himself inside, used to doing so after years of friendship.

His bitterness over how you kept him waiting for so long evaporated at finding your tearful state, almost unrecognizable if it weren't for your usual wear and voice.

He's still ashamed to say that he was enraptured by you despite the state you were in.

You were a glimmering dwarf star before, enchanting enough as is, and yet somehow you turned into something even more bewitching, compounding his years of desire into something even stronger. It felt right. Not to see you sad, but to see you in that form. Everything about it felt like you. The pull was indescribable in every step he took, the very essence of you invading his senses.

As soon as he recounts reassuring you, drying your tears, and pulling you into a hug; he snaps back to having you in his arms in the light of day, grasping his right hand and prancing with ease across the square, expertly avoiding other participants.

The magnetic pull is intense, the need to somehow get closer and closer was nearly impossible to ignore. He wanted to run away from such a force, yet he only clutched your hand tighter as he spun you, pulling your back into his chest and locking you there for a beat too long.

He was so afraid that you could read his every move, regardless of knowing your sheer obliviousness to his desires.

You always playfully indulged his yearly insistence of being your dance partner, yet nothing had come of it from either side. But this time, his gaze was constantly locked with yours, unable to break contact. His possessive grip had ensnared you, barely leaving even an inch between you. He couldn't help but pause, disregarding the mass of bodies moving around him, wanting to hold you forever.

How could it not be obvious?

Regardless, he knew it was inevitable he'd spill out his soul to you soon, barely able to restrain his lips from colliding into yours at that very moment.

He hoped, he prayed, he begged like a mantra to the celestial mother that you'd feel the same. That this magnetism isn't so one sided. That restraint would one day be unnecessary and he'd finally be able to drink in the flavor of your kiss.

Only mere seconds had passed when he released you from his hold, continuing the dance as if nothing happened. Perhaps to you, nothing did happen.

Would that explain what had happened?

He spent that whole day with you, following you to vendors with traditional carbon foods and indulging in your proximity as you'd graze hands and bump shoulders on occasion, finally left comfortably alone as the town's people were accustomed to your new appearance by then.

He was more than happy to scoop you up the moment you said you were getting tired and overwhelmed. You insisted that you didn't want the fun to end, but he could tell by the sound of your voice that you at least needed a change of pace.

The sun was setting when he leapt up stray puffs of clouds to the field above the plaza. He pranced in circles, leaping gaps to the dying beats of music, and teasing about dropping you through them when you didn't believe he could cross. Your rivers of laughter only fueled his audacity, as he never wanted to hear them end. Inevitably, his foot barely slipped off the edge of one of his more daring jumps, causing the two of you to fall forward and collide with the cloud beneath you.

Despite the grunt the two of you made at the impact, you were quick to laugh at Sun’s failure, teasing him about his cockiness biting him in the behind.

But Sun couldn't ignore the press of his body on top of yours, the echoing melody of your voice ensnaring his throat, refusing to allow him to even draw breath, let alone words. His mind fogged over, the only reprieve to his pinning troubles all pointed towards you, and he desperately needed that relief.

Your lips were more delicious than he could have ever dreamed of, your endearing expression was wide eyed and glowing.

Glowing so much that he actually had to close his eyes for a moment to recuperate, despite how much he wanted to savor your appearance.

And then with a fluttering blink, he's back in the present, kneeling down in the same position over some sad facimally of you. The cloud he molded this morning was mangled already from his delusions, but due to his fall it had melded into the cloud below it, its pink color feeling more taunting than sweet.

Sun looked down at his hand to find a tiny piece of said cloud still in it, a tear welling up in his eye.

It was too fitting.

In that original moment, it was as if you dissolved right in his arms after that kiss, but he refuses to believe anything bad happened. He searched your home, your favorite places, and even contacted your friends and family. No one knew where you were.

Some believed you to be dead after he finally admitted what happened between the two of you.

He vehemently denied that possibility, despite the plausibility. You were barely older than he was, still spry with centuries of life ahead of you. You couldn't just die from a kiss…

The only spark of hope he was given was when he questioned one of the elder Neutron stars, one of whom recalled personally knowing a singular supernova; one who had been taken suddenly to a world beyond the sky to contain their unstable make up. They had returned only once to explain their departure, before saying goodbye for their next one shortly after.

Sun brought the small puff of cloud to his lips – it should have been your hand.

He couldn't repress the tear that escaped him.

It's been a year since your disappearance. He still hasn't given up on his star-crossed lover, if he may even call you that. Your sudden departure left him wanting, stagnant, unsure of so many things.

If you reciprocated, wouldn't you have come back to him by now..?

Overtime, many have caught onto his depressed demeanor and advised him that it's best to learn to let go.

Preaching that waiting is fruitless.

Denouncing the Neutron’s tall tale of some magical plain snatching you away.

Scolding Sun for ruining his life over some runaway star.

However, he cannot help it; you own all the hope he has left. As he is unfortunately, completely, woefully in love with you.

Close Ups!

[kaizokunoyume]

Is it your first drink, Thorfinn?

[disastertriowriting]

@clonefandomevents

Here's our fill for the square "First Experiences". :)

The war is over, and the clones are trying to find their way in this new galaxy. It is different from anything that Echo has ever known. Invited to Naboo by his former General along with the rest of his squad, Echo is uncertain about this new way of life. But with the kid they’ve picked up, they can’t be soldiers anyway. Maybe this is exactly what they need.

[puppetmaster13u]

DP X DC X Subnautica

Where the Justice League (mostly focusing on the Superfam or Batfam or Flashfam) are large leviathan-esque creatures living on Planet 4546B. Maybe they can change forms due to Precursor experimentation, maybe not. Those with young hang out around the shallows more than the others, what with most of them being large super or specialized predators.

Enter Danny Fenton, interning on the Aurora when the ship is shot down by the Quarantine Enforcement Platform. Oh sure he probably would have tried to stop the destruction and help, but his ghost powers are a bit on the fritz and a well-meaning worker pushes him into one of the last life pods seeing as he's a child.

Now the leviathans may not know what a ship is exactly, but they can definitely understand that in most cases things technology = precursors. As far as they understand, a metal deathtrap not unlike the old labs or caches fell alongside several metallic eggs, with the emerging hatchlings misshapen and not living long.

But then there's the egg that landed in the shallows, which at first they thought was empty. But a hatchling- much smaller than the previous ones- emerges, a day later than the rest, but they're alive even if their swimming is all wobbly! It's so tiny, and obviously hatched too early with the strange split tail and how it keeps swimming to the surface for air, and they have to protect it! Now if only the little hatchling would answer their calls and not dart into hiding spots whenever they approach...

Honestly this is up to the writer lol, but I like to think that Danny's ghost form, when he finally manages to achieve it again, goes a little naga-esque. Almost like a sea snake instead of just a whispy ghost tail, which while better for swimming doesn't help his freak out over most ghost powers still not working.

Danny is just trying to survive man, maybe find other survivors, turn off this big alien gun, stop creating frost crystals when he sneezes, the usual. He doesn't need giant humanoid-esque leviathan-sized sea creatures poking around!

[atomicfailnaught]

Fusa and adu watch madoka magica for the first time. Marikins fault

[ragnarockz]

Uh..... this, but it's Agnes and Vidal pls 🥵

Someone isn't surviving this... 🥵👀

"Jesus, Agnes...you're like a goddamn teenage boy! Get over here and stop staring; I need you to help me pick one out!"

Vidal hissed as she waved down her partner, who was still ogling up at the advertising picture of some busty brunette in the brands' famous push up bra.

Agnes stomped over to the display table and stood close by Vidal, arm touching arm as she tried to focus her attention on whatever it was Vidal wanted her to help her with. She heard Vidal chuckle beside her, shaking her head as her fingers gently fondled a black lace set in front of her,

"Black? I don't have a lot in black...also this one is cute..."

"Cute?"

"Hm?"

Agnes turned her face so she could look at the side of Vidal; eyes burrowing into her like a laser beam set to kill,

"Cute? Vidal...that's sexy. That's like...a..it's like my...wet dream or something..."

Vidal threw her head back and laughed; eyed Agnes from the corner of her eye as she watched the detective's face burn a darker shade of pink,

"God, you really are a teenage boy in there! What's going on with you? It's like you've never seen a push up lace bra before..."

Agnes' insides felt like they were coated with ice and Vidal's presence, her very orbit was a blowtorch set to burn her away. Agnes cleared her throat as her visibly shaking hand made an effort to point at the black set Vidal had already in her hands,

"Yeah, get that one. I'll buy it for you."

It was Vidal's turn to turn her head slowly, checking out Agnes up and down with her eyes. She didn't care if the detective clocked her for undressing her with her eyes. Under the flannel and pants and well-worn boots, Vidal knew Agnes meant business. She knew she had left the house earlier with her packer between her legs. Vidal bit her lip as she picked up the lingerie set and held it out towards Agnes, daring her to take it.

Their gaze locked, and Vidal watched it real time as Agnes pretty much puffed out her chest at the challenge, taking the lingerie set. She held it like it was worth more than gold, more than diamonds. Like her life depended on it. Vidal licked her bottom lip, eyes daring to get heavy with lust as she leaned in a little. Their lips were inches away, and Vidal could see Agnes' throat muscle pulse in excitement,

"I need to go try it on...come help me?"

And Agnes knew that was a death sentence. The final nail in her coffin. She was on autopilot now as she followed Vidal through the store. More pictures and ads followed her, bras and panties and lace robes closed around her. She could feel blood rushing into her ears as she tried to focus on the agent in front of her.

Vidal stopped as she got to the change room area; she moved quickly as she ducked into an empty one and waved Agnes in to join her. She closed and locked the door quickly before she pushed Agnes up against the wall, using her thigh to slide up in between Agnes' legs. She could feel the swell of Agnes' bulge against the fabric of her pants; like a beckoning call to be rubbed.

Agnes' breath caught in her throat as she stared at Vidal before her. The look in her eyes and the expression on her face made Agnes second guess if this was the real reason she dragged her into the store.

"What's gotten into you?"

Agnes whispered as she tried to shift herself against the wall, finding Vidal's leg move a little closer. Agnes could feel the friction between her own legs now as the packer that was nestled between her started to rub gently. She held her breath and waited for Vidal's hopefully quick explanation.

"I saw you struggling out there, Daddy...I thought you could use some of Mommy's help..."

Agnes slowly closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she tried to contain herself. She had about a thousand different emotions running through her, none of them were what Vidal was thinking.

"I was struggling out there because I felt like a pervert..."

"You felt like a pervert? In here? In a lingerie store?"

Agnes bit her lip and looked away from Vidal, shrugging her shoulders without any more explanation.

"We go to sex shops together, Agnes..."

Vidal's words were soft, quiet as they filled the change room. Agnes took a deep breath in response, shrugged her shoulders again and met Vidal's eyes,

"That's the point of them though...in here, it's not that environment...I shouldn't be in here thinking I-"

"Thinking about what?"

Vidal pressed her thigh up a little harder, watched as Agnes shamelessly rocked against it in one small motion.

"About fucking you in here, eating you out in here...that if you make another fucking sound before me, I'll drop to my knees and have you against that wall so fucking fast."

Vidal's mouth opened slightly as she held Agnes' gaze. Something was building between them and fast. A shift taking over, exchanging without words.

Vidal's lips quickly met Agnes' as she grabbed onto the detective's coat to hold her. All Agnes could do was reply; her tongue pushing past Vidal's lips to get a better taste, to fill her. She rocked herself shamelessly on Vidal's thigh; feeling the frictions of the packer in her boxers and of Vidal's leg simultaneously pushing her over the edge.

Agnes' thoughts were filled to the brim of how Vidal's cunt tasted, he she looked spread open and with a tongue inside of her. How Agnes could feel her nose push past pubic hair and skin and find that beautiful bundle of nerves with her tongue, her lips. The way her nostrils pressed air out, hit Vidal's skin and made her shake, made her throb. The throbbing sensation; muscles clenching and relaxing. That umami taste of Vidal's arousal coating her tongue; her chin. Hungry looks in their eyes as they shared one another; passing a secret only they knew while one had the other in ways inside of her only they knew.

Vidal gasped first, almost purposefully as Agnes' focused snapped back on the agent. A hungry grin spread against her lips as Vidal backed off. Her hands released Agnes' jacket, thigh moved away from between Agnes' legs. Vidal knew the rules, accepted them and backed herself up against the opposite wall.

Like velcro, Agnes peeled herself away until she was standing upright once more. She took one and a half steps until she was standing just as close as Vidal was seconds ago. The detective dropped to her knees; reached up to grab the waistband of Vidal's pants and pull them in one fluid motion until they bunched around her shins.

Agnes' eyes darted up and Vidal was now mirroring Agnes' hungry smile.

"No underwear..."

"Maybe I knew you'd eat me out in here today..."

Agnes grunted, hands already moving to grab at Vidal's inner thighs. Her head moved forward, face honing in until she made contact. A soft, almost painfully delicate kiss was pressed onto Vidal's folds. She heard Vidal whimper as her hands shot down and Agnes, felt Vidal's fingers digging into her scalp; grabbing the base of her ponytail.

She worked as fast as she could, knowing eventually someone would wind their way back here to the dressing rooms. Time was not on their side; a painful reminder of how long it would take to get back home to continue.

Agnes made a long, purposeful lick up from Vidal's opening to her clit; pressing her tongue for maybe a little bit too long in means that could only be teasing. Vidal's nails drove down a little deeper into Agnes' head. She got her face away just enough to get her words out without interference,

"We should get going, Mommy...Daddy still needs to buy you that bra..."

Vidal's fingers pushed deeper, clutch got tighter. She knew Agnes was right; they knew they couldn't continue on. The second Agnes got her tongue inside of her, it was game over and this unfortunately, was not the time or place to throw themselves into a god knows how long sex session.

Vidal's hands and nails and fingers released from Agnes' scalp, her hair. She cleared her throat and made a sound in her throat to signal Agnes to get up from her knees; one she had imposed on her. Taught her. One she trained her to recognize while on her knees. Vidal felt her cheeks flush at the thought; another dirty thought to ruin her.

Agnes scooped up the lingerie set off of the floor before she stood herself up. She waved the clothing at Vidal, a sly smug look on her face,

"Can't wait to see you in this when we get home..."

Agnes made her steps quick as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, leaving Vidal alone in the change room with her pants still bunched around her shins.

Oh, she thought as she poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, shaking her head, I can't wait to get revenge and ruin that little shit.

[hakugreenfinch]

yay mom im in the weeb magazine again

...feels weird to find out i won this contest because the judges misinterpreted almost everything about the story i attempted to evoke with my piece. im glad they liked my technical choices though.

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizontober 2023 | 3: recognize

greetings, dr. sobeck. you are clear to proceed.