#prompt: warehouse

[corkinavoid]

Hey, @confused-they, this is for you and for everyone else who wanted more of this AU. Merry Christmas.

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 4]

[<- part 3 | additional notes ->]

[Written to 'Tantrum' by Ashnikko]

TW: mentioned mild gore (some inside parts become outside ones, nothing graphic)

Tim can't breathe.

Joker's mad laughter is ringing through the darkness of the warehouse, echoing in his head, the screeching sound straight out of nightmares. Hood should be nearby - as in, somewhere in this darkness along with him - but Tim can't think about that, his own maniacal giggles bubbling in the back of his throat, a grin tugging at his lips.

He has to get up. He has to stand, he has to fight, and it really shouldn't be this hard.

But he can't breathe.

Tim clutches his fingers on the fabric of his suit on the chest, distantly wondering if this is how Danny feels when he is more human than ghost. Probably not, he mentioned that breathing is only optional.

He really wants his boyfriend right now. His fiance. Whatever, he wants Danny, he wants his cold hands on his cheeks and the faint, humming purr of his core that Tim finds nice to fall asleep to, and-

Maybe later. He can't exactly summon him now, not in the middle of a fight, especially not in the middle of a fight with Joker of all people.

There's an angry growl somewhere to Tim's left, staticky through the voice-modulator. Then several sounds of gunshots and a gleeful, taunting yell of the madman.

Hold on.

Tim snaps his eyes open - not that anything changes, everything is still pitch-black around him - and blinks.

Why not?..

It's not like Danny is a civilian. Tim tends to pay little attention to the fact since the King of Infinite Realms doesn't hang out with the whole superhero convention on principle. But Tim is pretty sure he won't mind it this once.

Besides, Tim is so done with Joker that it's not even funny.

A few breathy chuckles escape his throat as he lets his body fully slump back on the floor and brings his left hand to his face, placing a quick kiss on the Ring through his glove. He doesn't need to do that, not really, but it's kind of a ritual at this point, and the gesture somehow makes him feel better.

"Danny," he whispers.

For a long moment, nothing happens.

Then, there's a soft, popping sound, and his beautiful boyfriend is floating right over him, faintly glowing and a little sleepy. Tim is momentarily distracted by his bare feet and pj pants with tiny rockets on them.

Danny yawns and tugs the hem of his t-shirt down as it starts to float. "Whas'sup," he mutters, rubbing his eyes and clearly not fully awake, and Tim's heart melts instantly. He loves Danny. He just... He loves him, okay? He loves that Danny didn't question his summons for a moment, he loves that he came even though he was obviously sleeping, and he loves that Danny is wearing a tee he stole from Tim.

Unfortunately, before he is able to get his shit back together, another sound of gunshot ripples through the air, and Danny startles, blinking himself awake and looking in the direction of it. Then, his eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth makes a soft 'O' shape before he turns back to Tim and tilts his head in question.

"You want me to deal with him? The clown, I mean, not your brother," he asks, and it's so casual and off-handed that Tim actually huffs a laugh.

"Sorry, I was just- I'm really tired of his ass," Tim should probably sit up, this is not a talk they should have while he is lying on the ground. On the other hand, Jason is somewhere out there, and he has guns and doesn't have a clear visual around him, so maybe Tim shouldn't sit up.

Danny hums, "Is that a yes?"

Tim just nods. He is pretty sure Danny can see him despite the darkness. "I promise it's a one-time thing, I don't plan on calling you every time one of local lunatics acts up. I just... I fucking can't with him," he admits with a defeated sigh. But, before he can spiral any further into the abyss of unworthiness, Danny's cold hands are cupping his cheeks, and his icy eyes are looking right into Tim's sky blue.

"Love, I don't mind getting rid of each and every one of your Rogues. Granted, it would probably fuck up the timeline, and Clocky would be mad, but I'd do it if you want me to, no questions asked." His voice is quiet, and Tim has never been more grateful for his domino mask, because he can feel his cheeks heating up and he doesn't want Danny to see the exact effect his words are causing.

"I- Okay," he quietly agrees, and then blinks, backtracking, "Wait, no, don't fuck up the timeline. Just deal with the laughing bitch this once, and that's it. We can handle the rest."

Danny is smiling at him in that adoring way Tim recognizes as 'I really want to kiss you, but it's not the time or place'. Then, he nods and lets go of Tim's cheeks, straightening up in the air, and his clothes shift all at once, like a magic trick.

Gone are the stretched out t-shirt and the pants with rocket ships. In their place, Danny's body is head to toe covered in stars and galaxies that hold the vague shape of armor, and there's a slightly shimmering, blueish-green translucent cape over one of his shoulders.

The Crown over his head, the sentient artifact much like the Ring on Tim's finger, appears from nowhere, and, after a brief pause - Tim swears it was debating on whether or not the situation is worth the effort - promptly sets itself on fire. Blue flames cast long shadows on Danny's, no, King's face, making him look older and his cheekbones sharper.

Before, the boy was only faintly glowing, and, evidently, the others present in the warehouse were too distracted to notice him.

But now, with the flaming Crown casting dancing shadows on the walls of the warehouse, it's really hard not to see the otherworldly being making an appearance.

"Holy fuck," Tim hears Hood's quiet, astonished voice, and almost cracks a grin.

Yeah, he wants to say, that's my boyfriend. Although he suspects he and Jason are having vastly different reactions to Danny's presence. Because Tim kind of wants to take all his words about dealing with Joker back and take Danny home, straight to bed.

...He is going to have to strangle Jason in his sleep if his reaction is similar. No, that's a wrong thought, this is so not the time for it.

"Who are you, flying glowstick?" Joker sounds rightfully pissed off by the interruption, "Does Batsy employ alien kids now?"

Danny chuckles, the starry freckles on his cheeks glowing brighter, "Okay, just because you compared me to an alien, I'm not going to completely erase you from this plane of existence."

Tim snaps his head up.

"Wait, no killing," he reminds, not because he actually cares but because B would throw a fit. Danny brushes him off with a wave of his hand.

"No worries, he'll stay alive," he smiles at Tim, and to everyone else, it probably looks like stuff of nightmares, sharp, pointy teeth and lips stretched out far beyond human capabilities. But Tim sees it for what it is: a face of mischief.

"Do I get a vote in this?" Jason's deadpan voice comes from somewhere on the other side of the warehouse at the same moment as Joker screeches in rage, "Who the fuck do you think-"

"Nope," Danny pops the 'p', and Tim is not sure if he is answering to Hood or refusing to listen to the clown's monolog by it. Maybe it's both. It's probably both.

The next moment, Danny is gone, disappeared from the place he was floating at, and Tim hears a wet, very unpleasant sound followed by Joker's scream of pain.

"You see this?" He hears Danny's nonchalant, unfazed voice above the clown's pained cries, "This is your rib, bitch- Hey, quit whining and listen to me, it's important."

There's a slap, a rustle, and a sound of ripping fabric, and Joker's voice becomes muffled, like someone put a gag in his mouth.

"You're like Adam now, you know, lacking one rib," Danny continues, "Only I'm not making you a girl out of this one, I'm pretty sure you don't deserve to reproduce. Anyway, going further down that metaphor, I'm the God almighty in this situation, so if you want to keep the rest of your ribs - and the rest of other things that are supposed to stay inside of you - to yourself, you gotta do a thing for me, okay?"

There's some muffled groans that Joker makes in response, then an enraged growl, a sound of a struggle, another slap, and then that same wet, disgusting squelch.

"Two ribs, wow, okay, you're really being difficult about this!" Danny sounds so innocently dumbstruck about it that Tim suppresses a laugh. "Are you listening now?" There's a quiet, choking wheeze that answers him, and Danny sounds quite pleased when he says, "Great."

Tim debates if he should look. He doesn't exactly want to since the sounds provide enough context, but it might be somewhat cathartic for him.

And then the air around him inexplicably shifts, becoming cold and oppressive, weighting Tim down like a heavy blanket and pushing him into the floor. The dancing shadows and the blue light of flames on the walls twist and churn, like taking aim, and Tim doesn't know what Danny looks like right now but he knows he is as far from human as possible, his voice coming with a staticky, echoing whisper, a threatening hiss slithering inside Tim's ears.

"Play your little games all you want, Fallen Jester, but know that you can not win. The punchline to your joke is long overdue, and your soul has belonged to me for quite some time now," his words are cold and uncaring, and in all the time Tim has known his boyfriend, he has never heard him speak like this: with a sense of lazy power, like he is only humoring the people around him.

Like they mean nothing to him.

"I will not kill you, or at least not here and now. My Guiding Star doesn't want to see my hands dirty with your filthy remains. Besides, death is only a moment, and you don't deserve only a moment of suffering," he huffs a short, humorless chuckle, "But, luckily, I am the Eyes of the Universe, the Titan's Bane, the King of the Dead, and everyone will meet me once their eyes fall shut for the last time," there's a smile in his voice now, full of cold and merciless anticipation. Tim feels a shiver run down his spine.

"So just you wait, Jester, and I will meet you on the other side. Then we'll see how whatever is left of your soul is going to spend an eternity."

Tim's ears are ringing with the pure, somehow gleeful hatred that laces those last words. He didn't know he could literally taste the disgust and the promise of pain, and yet, here he is, with a hint of something sour on his tongue.

And then, the heavy, weighted air that has been charged with power is lifted, the shadows and bright blue lights are all gone, and Danny, wearing his pj's and smiling, is standing over him. His feet are planted on the ground for once, and the Crown is gone without a trace, but his t-shirt is still trying to float up. The boy tugs it down again, offering a hand to Tim.

"Wanna go out for a burger since I'm already here in Gotham?"

Tim had never breathed easier in his life. He laughs a little and reaches up, taking his beautifully unhinged boyfriend's hand and standing up.

"I thought you'd never ask."

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason insists on being the bait for a joint mission with the Bats. But the moment he starts “screaming” during the interrogation process, Batman calls the whole thing off and smashes right through the window and into the first thug.

Absolutely nobody is surprised by this development. Except Jason.

[rainpunk07]

hear me out, danny speaking russian (dc x dp hc)

so i was just watching a video about space, right? allegedly, turns out if you (an american) wanna board the international space station you must speak russian fluently since the only way to get there is by a russian shuttle and pilot (nasa apparently ended their own shuttle program way back when??) (don’t quote me on this)

so picture danny learning russian at a relatively young age for the sole hope of going to space and such, and it coming out every once in a while when he’s mumbling or something like that (it’s basically second nature to him)

so danny ends up at gotham for whatever reason (demon twins, reveal gone wrong, idc, they’re all cool) and he wants to start anew, so he pretends to only speak russian?? ig?? it’d make for some funny/interesting BatFam interactions i suppose

i don’t know where i was going with this but i want to read prompts of danny speaking russian

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 283

Now Jason would like it known that there was no mpreg situation going on. He isn’t even sure where people got that idea in the first place. Sure, he had taken a few Cores from the goons-in-white who had dared to set up in his turf. 

And sure maybe the excess energy from the pit (no wonder he’d been so irritable) was what said baby halfas (Okay, so they’re half human? Alright) had used to reform. And maybe the oldest is visibly less than a year old. 

But there Was No Mpreg Situation! He is this close to shooting someone! It was annoying (and slightly amusing) when it was just his goons, but now the Bats have seemingly got it in their heads! Dear Gotham it’s a good thing he’s not planning on like, ever revealing who he is because he would never be able to live this rumor down. 

[Winged Ghosts Au too, that seems to be getting lost in reblogs when it's just in the tags lol]

[lilolilyr]

Prompt me! • my fics on tumblr • Ao3 • my manips

Day 1: MCU Stucky drabble

Day 2: Leverage ot3 fic

Day 3: Star Wars fic

Day 4: Star Wars manip

Day 5: Leverage ot3 continuation

Day 6: Star Wars continuation

Day 7: Leverage ot3 continuation

Day 8: Star Trek Michael Burnham ficlet

Day 9: Leverage Sophie x Tara double drabble

Day 10: Warehouse 13 prompt ficlet

Day 11: ARD Ghosts wallpaper

Day 12: Avorah prompt photo story

Day 13: Warehouse 13 continuation

Day 14: Yoko Tsuno x Ingrid ficlet

Day 15: W13 fic header for day 10

Day 16: Leverage podfic

Day 17: MCU Stucky time loop idea

Day 18: Geraskier drabble

Day 19: Yoko Tsuno x Khany ficlet

Day 20: W13 manip: alien!Helena

Day 21: W13 moodboard: haunted house

Day 22: Warehouse 13 continuation

Day 23: Warehouse 13 modern AU fanfic

Day 24: Star Trek Milippa continuation

Day 25: DWP Mirandy podfic

Day 26: Warehouse 13 continuation

Day 27: Star Wars Codywan drabble

Day 28: MCU Stucky podfic

Day 29: Warehouse 13 drabble

Day 30: Warehouse 13 continuation

Day 31: Leverage ot3 continuation

All of my May Trope Mayhem works here! | Web link

[purlturtle]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warehouse 13 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Myka Bering/Helena "H. G." Wells Characters: Helena "H. G." Wells, Artie Nielsen, Claudia Donovan, Pete Lattimer, Myka Bering, plus sundry others Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Tumblr Prompt, Opera!, Orfeo Ed Euridice, in which Myka fills a hosenrolle, and does so beautifully, and Helena is enamored, Meet-Cute Summary:

So this morning, @lilolilyr posted this video on Tumblr and tagged it as "fanfic idea". And it made me think of Pratchett (because of course), in particular his novel Maskerade: "Leading tenor died? Then appeal to the audience for any student of music who knew the part, and give him his big chance while his predecessor's body cooled gently in the wings."

And then it made me think of opera (Salzella voice: "OPERA!"), because I'm a nerd.

And *then* it made me think of hosenrollen.

And then this happened.

Please be patient with me regarding technical terms for opera, singing, stage tech etc.

(No sopranos were hurt in the making of this fic.)

[lurafita]

Competetive gift giving

So (sorry if I posted this before I can't remember!), someone in the discord server raised the point that Malec are probably competetive when it comes to gift giving. As in, wanting to give their partner the best gift possible and hounding family and friends for advice.

So obviously Magnus would be hounding Jace and Izzy and Alec would be annoying Cat and Raphael and Ragnor (He is not dead, canon who? Don’t know her.) Izzy and Jace are not helpful, because everything they suggest, Magnus has already done some time, casually, because it was a tuesday or whatever. Alec quickly discoveres that Raphael is no help, because he suggests ridiculous things just to screw with him. Cat is no help because "He is Magnus. I have never seen that man wait for anything he wanted. He has no impulse control. Have you seen his storage unit of shame?" - Alec has. It's not even a storage unit, but a small warehouse where Magnus stores all the things he bought on a whim and then never used again. He auctions the things off every year and then donates the proceeds to charity. And then fills it up again. It's an endless cycle. Ragnor is also no help, because he just says "I don’t know. Have more Sex than you horndogs already have?"

[psygull]

title and content of the book that each of your ocs would write:)

GOOD QUESTION THANK YOU

Paul Z. Bell: the only actual writer on here. has written a dozen or so science fiction novellas, most notably The Minotaur Cipher, which got adapted into a concept album by Victor's Midnight Revival. has also done a bunch of contract articles for magazines like Playboy. a few years after the hws story ends he publishes an account of its events titled The Vanishing of Donovan Crane that becomes a like. minor "true crime" sensation (ala Michelle Remembers)

Donovan Crane: not particularly inclined towards writing, but if he was it would probably be either a very dry treatise on a specific style of architecture or strange and metaphysical with no in between

Astrid Lang: has had her photography published in a couple art magazines and a (very) short run of printed collections of her early street photos. i like to think she gets a big gallery retrospective after she dies and her work is rediscovered

Kit Pike: again, not literarily inclined, but i think in college he wrote a string of comedy sketches full of stupid injokes parodying the professors and other students for his theatre club to perform that were a great success

J.A. Teigman: grimy manila folder full of random documents and photos of you specifically. where did he get those. unpublished

Radio Ghost: i would be denying them their calling if they didn't try writing at LEAST one angsty violent fantasy novel full of blood and guts and babes and beheadings as a teenager. they do all get abandoned about halfway through though

Bruce Janacek: as a regional celebrity with a cult following and a zany public image, he's got a lame joke book or two called something like The Patch's Guide To Surviving Winter or 114 Jokes To Leave You In Patches or whatever. he is NOT proud of them and is hoarding most of the leftover stock himself to keep them out of circulation, but somehow people keep bringing him copies to sign

[helianthus21]

the idea of 70s Daniel chasing stories that take him to dangerous people and dangerous places while his stalker lurks in the background has such potential sb should write a fic about that 🤔

[shy-the-trash-lion]

MEME!!!

[hgwellsmykabering]

Bering and Wells Advent Calendar

Never Get Involved With Your Flatmate, a collaborative writing event: everyone writes one chapter of a loosely connected getting together AU!

Today is the day, soon the first part by @lavendelhummel will be up! Are you already curious about what's behind the crate number 1?

Some other days haven't been claimed yet:

#7 Never borrow Helena's clothes has been claimed!

#9 Don't let her convince you to go to the swimming pool / gym with you has been claimed!

#10 Never lend her money again...

#11 ...or your car

#15 Don’t share a room/bed with Helena

#18 Never fall in love with your flatmate

#19 Don't let her see you in your pyjamas

#20 Never give her a gift or accept a gift from her

#21 Never listen in to Helena when she's on the phone

#22 Never go to the Christmas market with Helena

#24 Never kiss her on the lips (in collaboration with day 23!)

In addition to the ones above, there is also the option for you to write your own idea :)

Sign up in a reblog or an ask if you want to join the merriment!

Fics will be posted to the Ao3 collection & on tumblr with the hashtag #BeringWellsAdvent23

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 327

You know what could be fun? In a slightly traumatic and horrible way? Crossover with JJ Tim. 

See he can’t stop the giggles, the laughs that are borderline hysterical as he holds himself in some mimicry of a hug. His fingers twitch like his mouth that’s smiling smiling smiling- electrocution is a horrible sensation that has many long-term effects. 

But there’s another child here- a pair of them, with almost theater-esque masks and claws that tap tap tap at the cold floors as they creep closer with a near air of curiosity. They’re cloaked in red and black and something about it is familiar but he can’t focus, he can’t stop laughing- 

“Well Jr-” the voice causes him to flinch, the sense of danger screaming in his head as a hand gives a too hard slap to the back. Joker Joker Joker Danger No No No Not Again- “Meet your siblings, aren’t they adorable~” 

[lilolilyr]

For day 22 of the May Trope Mayhem event by @duckprintspress, another ficlet in my Bering and Wells fake dating series! For @purlturtle, who suggested today's prompt for the ship :)

This part is <1k, and in total we're at a wordcount of 1.5k now! All parts are rated G, no warnings apply.

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3:

"Helena? What's -" Myka stops at the landing and suddenly realizes why Helena stands frozen in place, looking utterly perplexed.

"...artifact that somehow turns you into an irresistible pet owner?"

Myka groans. "I don't have a better explanation either, but how does that fit in with the rest of what's been happening?"

Helena shrugs. "At this point, either Artie's worst fears are coming true and there is an artifact collector in town, or we will only understand the actual effects of the artifact once we snag it. Now, let's look at this little guy -"

"Or if someone finally talks to us and - wait, Helena, what are you doing?"

Anxiously, Myka watches as Helena slowly approaches the iguana in the corner of the bathroom.

"Well, we can't leave the little guy all alone just because its owner has suddenly lost all interest in him and has run screaming! We can put him up in our spare bedroom."

The reptile's dewlap inflates and it looks agitated, quickly moving its head first this way then that, and if Myka is reading reptilian body language in any way correctly, she doesn't believe that it is trying to make friends with Helena.

Myka tiredly rubs the back of her hand over her eyes. "Do you even know how to take care of an iguana? We should just call animal control and -"

"No!"

Both Myka and the iguana flinch at the loud sound, and Helena backs a way a little and hunkers down to look small and less aggressive to the animal.

"Look, we do both believe this to be artifact related, don't we?" Helena continues quietly and starts to slowly shuffle forward again as the iguana has calmed down. "Anwen was happily telling me all about her pet when we saw her last, you can't think that she would naturally start to be afraid of it. So, hopefully, once the artifact is bagged, we will be able to return this fellow to her and no-one has to be the wiser. You don't want to risk her losing her beloved Kazul to the animal social services just because she was whammied, do you?"

"Fuck, you're right," Myka groans. "ASPCA wouldn't give a pet back to someone who has been so neglectful. Well, shouldn't we grab a cage or something to move him? Uh, her?"

"I haven't seen a cage... Wait, can you tell her gender? I have to admit, I'm not as well versed in reptilian biology as I would like to be right now."

"No, just - Kazul, that's a dragon from a children's book, she's female so I thought - Helena, be careful!"

Helena has reached Kazul and is petting the big reptile's flank. "See, we are going to be fast friends - oh!" The iguana nimbly clambers up her leg, and Helena winces when the claws pierce the fabric of her trousers and dig into her skin.

"Yes, I can tell you're best friends already," Myka says drily, trying not to show how relieved she is that Helena isn't getting attacked by a ten pound reptile, nor how adorable she thinks Helena looks with the iguana in her lap - they are alone right now, so she can't use the 'playing their married couple role' excuse. "I guess I'll go look for a pet carrier bag or something..."

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Part 3 of ? • more W13 content • web link • Ao3

The OC Anwen of course named her pet after Kazul the dragon king in the Enchanted Forest Chronicles! Check them out if you don't know the books, they're a super fun fantasy series, not just for kids.

My W13 tag list, lmk if you want on/off the list: @lavendelhummel @jesstrel @viharistenno @adhdannieedison @lesbianlovelife @tryingthisfangirlthing @tunsun44 @wibblywobblyida @wellvak

Update: part 4 is up!

[blackandwhiteflag]

red bull racing used to be a powerhouse team with names that had power and force behind them and they were labelled a family and CHAMPIONS and now the only thing they have going for them is max

[exploresmallworlds]

Writing Prompt Abandoned Warehouse

Writing Prompt – Warehouse Looking at herself in the screen of her phone, her photo application open and taking stock of how she looked. She’d gone to a lot of effort to look like an adventurer, she’d popped into a couple of shops and picked out what she saw on the crazy aesthetic abandoned buildings chic. To be honest she’d watched quite a few of these videos and she walked around quite a few…

[amtrak12]

HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!

So there's this Season of Drabbles thing that I just discovered yesterday??? Basically a drabble exchange that's open to virtually any fandom/character as long it's already been nominated. I'm late to the summer party, but sign ups are still open through June 30! I tried to sign up last night but 3/4 of my fandoms/characters hadn't been nominated yet.

👀 Well, I fixed that now. My nominations for Warehouse 13 and Ghostbusters 2016 (and Law & Order SVU -- WHAT? I'LL DRABBLE ABOUT IT. FUCKING TEST ME!) along with some missing characters from nominated fandoms have all been approved! \0/

So maybe think about signing up too? 🥺👉👈 Because if you request/offer WH13 or GB16, we might get matched up. 💜