#Transference prompts

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 149

Danny is not the ghost king. In fact, he’s never going to be the ghost king. 

However, that doesn’t stop him from getting summoned, which is stressful. First of all, he has school to deal with, second of all, he’s just a lil baby ghost so shouldn’t even be able to be summoned, and three, his new ghost-dad gets a… tiny bit upset. Not at him, but he can only talk him out of destroying a world thanks to some idiot-cults so many times before there’s the temptation to let him do so. 

[stars-obsession-pit]

Seeds.

Danny awoke in pitch blackness, dirt in his mouth and a crushing weight pressing down on every inch of his body. Reflexively, he turned intangible, freeing himself from the pressure but not the darkness. He floated there in the void for a moment, trying to quell his panic.

Then, he tried to take stock of what he knew. He was in his human form. His most recent memories felt blurry, but he was pretty sure these weren’t the clothes he had been wearing before—though they were things from his regular wardrobe. He had no idea how much time had passed nor where he was—hell, he didn’t even know if he was in the living world or the Ghost Zone. Without visual clues or even the pull of gravity, he couldn’t tell what way was up or down (if such directions even existed where he was). Aside from that, however, he seemed to be entirely uninjured.

Not having anything better to do, he picked a random direction and started to fly in it. As what felt like minutes ground on with no visible changes, a growing unease built up in his chest. He reversed direction; maybe returning to where he’d started would be better.

But his return trip must have overshot that position, because suddenly he emerged from the blackness into a forest.

A forest that he recognized.

For it was where he’d buried the first corpse he left behind from transforming into Phantom.

Another thought struck him.

He’d woken up underground, in the place where one of his bodies had been buried.

Was he that abandoned corpse?

[is-this-even-relatable]

DC PROMPT #1:

So you know how Billy’s last name is Batson? Well think in terms of Norse naming schemes and it’s Bat son.

I want a fic where people think Billy is Batman’s son.

Batman knows who Captain Marvel is, and sometimes Billy has a tough day. Sometimes Batman comes to help out in Fawcett City and happens to run into scrawny kid Billy. So he helps/offers emotional or physical support.

And Billy is a little shit, and also magical as fuck so he’s got Weird-Vibes (TM)

People see this strange, obviously not normal child. People see Batman, the cryptid, whom shadows cling to and is quieter than the night he dwells in.

Yeah that black haired kid is obviously some magical spawn of batman.

And then they learn his name is Billy Batson? Yeah, that’s definitely Batman’s son, didn’t know Batman was norse though?

[lar-mx]

writing prompt #5

The room fell silent, Steph wasn't expecting the pain filled look they were giving her. The question repeated itself in her head a couple of times as her mind searched for a way to save the situation.

"I see you don't have an answer." The silence was still palpable in the room as well as the cold she felt when she saw those beautiful blue eyes lose their shine. "I should have known it was too good to be true, tell bru… Mr. Wayne that if he wanted to know about the projects so much, he could come ask for them himself instead of using a sugar trap." Steph tried to say something before an alert went off on Danny's phone, at which point she saw the panic that took over his eyes, before he ran to an adjacent hallway that led to a room, in which she was not. I had had the opportunity to enter. As she followed him she could see how Danny took a series of vials and several injections. She hesitated a moment before walking through the half-open door. At that moment she saw how he proceeded to apply several of the injections to a girl of about 5 or 6 years old. Steph knew just by seeing her that she was Danny's daughter. and some of the things they discovered while investigating the Nightingale medical company made a lot of sense.

[active-mind-15]

Thinking about Akashi's father and how he also grew up in a prestigious family, I wondered what it would be like if Akashi didn't even make the decision to go to Rakuzan on his own and he only went there because his father also studied there decades ago when he was a high schooler. If so, it would be another interesting layer to Akashi's character if he had the added pressure of following in his father's footsteps to a T.

Like imagine him getting accepted into Rakuzan and having teachers who've been teaching there for decades tell Akashi how they remember what an exemplary student his father was and how they expect great things from him, too.

Imagine him walking through the hallways and seeing pictures of former Rakuzan students who've won important awards and competitions displayed on the walls, and Akashi manages to find pictures of his father back when he was a high schooler.

Imagine him constantly feeling like he's living in his father's shadow and wanting to escape the responsibilities and expectations that come with the territory of being an Akashi.

Imagine school faculty coming up to Akashi regularly and telling him how lucky he was to have such a great intelligent man like Masaomi to be his father.

(They don't know that beneath the glittering prestige and behind closed doors, Masaomi is not the father figure everyone thinks he is. They don't know of the wordless dinners he shares with his son as they sit on opposite sides of an 8-seater dining table. They don't know that his father, someone who should be guiding his son through life, has left Akashi to fend for himself while Masaomi becomes more emotionally unavailable with every passing day. They know nothing.)

I just think it would be so fascinating to explore if that was the case and Rakuzan had been around long enough for his father to have been a student there in the past.

[bethrnoora]

TES Summer Fest Day 4 - Thief/Enamored

Eternal Champion Khetz-al and his fellow Blades member and Daggerfall Agent Za'ahrin, back when things were good.

[punkforkos]

He doesn't claw at her-- he doesn't hold on at all. He just stands there, limp, almost hiding. The blood from his neck seeps into her clothes and she whispers a healing spell as she holds him.

Drew a small moment from a piece my friend wrote for these two!! Solaire can't stand being seen at his most vulnerable,,, but Sylvaine will always be there to meet him where he falters.

>> my carrd | ko-fi | inprnt <<

[red-tea-lover]

Я все ещё пишу гребаный фанфик по дарквуду и хочу указать что скорее всего Джон Дарквуд бы СМОГ ДОЖИТЬ в теории ,если бы не "злоебучий лес инцидент" до появления Микуши и возможно даже понять прикол вокалоидов ,типа да я рандомно вкину знакомство деда лет 60(возможно 58?) с творчеством и Микушей )

I'm still writing a fucking Darkwood fanfic, and I want to point out that most likely the protagonist aka John Darkwood COULD HAVE LIVED TO SEE HATSUNE MIKU'S APPEARANCE if it weren't for the "evil fucking forest incident" like he would have been 60 years old (maybe 58?) at the time of her appearance and I think he would have been quite capable of understanding why people like vocaloids.

[ ниже будет большое пояснение как это возможно ,да это гига тупо но меня никто все равно не остановит // below there will be a big explanation of how this is possible, yes it is super stupid but no one will stop me anyway ]

Типа я настоящий нерд по старым технологиям и истории появления интернета и компьютеров в восточной Европе и думаю что ну , наш протагонист МОГ видеть и мог столкнуться ��о старыми компьютерами конца 70ых начала 80ых ,они были в разных НИИ(научно исследовательский институт) и скорее всего были бы использованы для расчёта всякой информации что была добыта в лесу. Типа напомню что скорее всего наш протагонист не абы кто,а человек связанный с армией и т.п, и даже если он сам не пользовался старыми эвм то явно знал тех кто мог с ними работать . Так что я думаю , в теории с крайне мелким шансом (и парой сюжетных допущений и информацией о том что в Польше интернет появился уже в 90ых как раз для сфер где работали всякие учёные и т.п) Джон Дарквуд мог случано в интернете пересечься с таким феноменом как Микуша

Like, I'm a real nerd on old technologies and the history of the emergence of the Internet and computers in Eastern Europe and I think that, well, our protagonist COULD have seen and could have encountered old computers from the late 70s and early 80s, they were in different research institutes and most likely would have been used to calculate all sorts of information that was mined in the forest. Like, let me remind you that most likely our protagonist is not just anyone, but a person connected with the army, etc, and even if he himself did not use old computers, he clearly knew those who could work with them. So I think, in theory, with an extremely small chance (and a couple of plot assumptions and information that the Internet appeared in Poland already in the 90s precisely for areas where all sorts of scientists worked, etc.) John Darkwood could accidentally cross paths on the Internet with such a phenomenon as Hatsune Miku

НИКТО МЕНЯ НЕ УБЕДИТ В ТОМ ЧТО ОН НЕ БЫЛ БЫ ТЕМ САМЫМ ЧЕЛОВЕКОМ ЧТО ШЛЕТ ВСРАТЫЕ ОТКРЫТКИ С БЛЕСТКАМИ И КОТЯТАМИ, ЕСЛИ БЫ У НЕГО БЫЛ ДОСТУП К ИНТЕРНЕТУ ЭТО БЫЛО БЫ САМОЕ УЖАСНОЕ И СМЕШНОЕ СОБЫТИЕ )))

на деле мне просто нравится использовать свой опыт из детства где мои бабушка и дедушка хорошо пользовались компьютером ещё в 2007 году когда им было как раз примерно 60+- лет ,и то что на самом деле ранний интернет это достаточно интересный концепт в историях где события на рубеже двух веков происходят. Кароче фанфик по идее "а что если чел выжил ???" превратился в самый огромный поиск информации и т.п что когда либо был. Типа вау первая глава уже зан��мает 25 тысяч слов а глав ещё 9...

NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME THAT HE WOULD NOT BE THE VERY PERSON WHO SENDS CARDS WITH GLITTER AND KITTENS, IF HE HAD ACCESS TO THE INTERNET THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST TERRIBLE AND FUNNY EVENT )))

in fact, I just like to use my experience from childhood, where my grandparents used a computer well back in 2007, when they were just about 60+ years old, and the fact that in fact the early Internet is a pretty interesting concept in stories where events take place at the turn of two centuries. In short, a fanfic based on the idea of "what if the guy survived???" turned into the largest search for information, etc. that has ever been. Like wow, the first chapter already takes up 25 thousand words and there are still 9 chapters left until the end...

[ratbastarddotfuck]

just discovered that I seem to have been kicked from a server I spent more or less a decade building? like I was the founding member. must've happened overnight, cause I was looking at it just yesterday.

I've been relatively inactive for the last year or so because I decided I could no longer casually interact with someone who used to be my best friend, but I did still have other friends in there and I would occasionally check in on them through the server. we'd also never kicked anyone for inactivity like this before; people have been inactive for years that we kept around in case they wanted to come say hi.

really I'm just confused about who made this decision/when or how it was made, why nobody bothered to message me about it? ten years and some of the most important connections of my life. these people kept me alive when I first moved out of home. and I'm just kicked without warning? what did I fucking do?

[speakofthedebbie]

todays fantober will be releasing alongside tmrrws unfortunately :(

[so-long-soldier28]

i need to be writing but i have the ✨ depresso ✨

[loquaciousquark]

[Fic] Love Comes In at the Eye [1/1]

Rating: G Characters/Pairings: Astarion/Tav Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Word Count: 2.9k (wee baby!) Summary: Tav returns from a day of rebuilding the city to find Astarion with company. Like any self-respecting world-saving hero, she completely and utterly panics.

Set about a week post-game.

–

Torches in silver sconces blazed merrily on either side of the fine carved doors. They called to passersby in crackling welcome, as did the cultured cheers and calls of laughter within which burst out at every entering patron. Every now and then the doors opened to reveal glimpses of diners in glittering gowns and robes, two glass chandeliers a trifle large for the space, and the scent of beautifully cooked meat.

Tav, who had a new rent in her cloak and a still-damp mudstain down her entire left leg, would just as soon have gone back to the Elfsong for the evening; but a crew of rebuilding construction workers had at last taken on the inn’s shattered west wall, and all guests had been summarily displaced for the duration. Two days, they’d said. Three, if the Elder Brain’s death throes had fractured the foundation. Not much she could do there without taking up a hammer herself.

And besides, Astarion was here. It was a restaurant and auberge just to his taste: on the low side of the Upper City, grossly overpriced, staffed with obsequious parlor-maids and utterly choked with gilt candelabra. She’d have preferred taking up at the Blushing Mermaid, but Astarion had made it clear washed sheets were a non-negotiable, and that had severely limited their options. 

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Links: FF.net, AO3

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

So, I've heard some voices here and there lamenting how little Gabe content - especially new Gabe content - there was and you know what? I completely agree, so I thought why not, I can try to add my little droplet into this tiny sea of Gabe appreciation we have here on tumblr.

Summary: Elena visits Gabe in his house for the first time and learns something new about his past.

Word count: 1937

AN: just some friendly fluff really, headcanon heavy, from Elena's POV but Gabe centric

"Oh, watch out, the first step is-" Gabe turned around just in time to catch Elena when she started to fall backwards. "-loose."

"Thanks for the warning." Elena shot him a glare when she regained her balance. In response Gabe only sent her an unapologetic grin and pulled her up on the next step.

"Everyone's so used to it by now that we keep forgetting to fix it with my dad," he explained as they finally reached the first floor.

The stairs led to a narrow corridor, with the same room placement as the bakery beneath it. Two doors on the right, one on the left and a wide opening to the living room at the end. In a few brisk steps Gabe opened the door on the left and invited Elena in with a courteous gesture.

"Welcome to my humble abode, your highness."

Her highness graced him with a nod and slipped by him, into the small room. Elena gave it a quick one over. It was indeed small - in fact, there probably wasn't much more space than what each guard got at the barracks - and the decor wasn't much fancier either. Cream colored walls, a thin bed by the window, a wardrobe opposite of it, one wall taken up by a bookshelf and a small cabinet by another made up basically all the furnishing of the room.

"Humble is a good word." She nodded solemnly, earning herself an eye roll from her friend. They both chuckled.

"Hey, it's your room that's out of the norm, you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Elena retorted, thinking about how three or even four such rooms would fit into hers. She walked over to the cabinet and picked up some trinket. "But it's nice to finally see where you grew up."

Gabe couldn't stop a fond smile sneaking onto his lips when he noticed the badge she was examining.

"Yeah and I didn't really get to change much here in the past five years. For example this thing I got back when-"

"Gabriel!" He was interrupted by his mother's voice from the bakery.

"I'll tell you in a moment," he sighed. "Make yourself at home!" He added from the doors and quickly ran downstairs to his parents.

Elena took another look around the room. It wasn't entirely empty, she had to admit that, and the poster of Antonio Agama on the inner side of the door confirmed that Gabe didn't change the decor much since he moved out.

She moved to the bookshelf and moved her hand across the titles - though there weren't that many of them to count. The lower shelves were taken up by some boxes and bags and what could've been a neatly packaged tent. Then finally a whole shelf dedicated to the whole collection of Antonio Agama's books. Elena chuckled to herself when she read some of the more dramatic titles and noticed even one that wasn't in Avaloran. On the next shelf, between other various travel books and biographies, was only one book by señor Agama, titled simply 'The Gecko's Tale'. Driven by a hunch she took it out and couldn't help but laugh when she read the blurb on the back. Although that explained how the whole kingdom found out that she's a bit adventurous too.

Finally her gaze got to the plant on top of the mantle. Hidden so deep in the room, it extended its ivy like stalks towards the sun, climbing a string helpfully hung between the bookshelf and the window.

Down on the windowsill two other plants looked out on the little cobbled square behind the house. Elena leaned in to smell the orchid and noticed something half hidden behind the pot. Slowly, so as not to accidentally damage the plant, she reached for trinket and retrieved it into the light. It turned out to be a wooden doll, painted to resemble a familiar navy and maroon uniform...

"Is this you?" She turned to Gabe as soon as he entered the room and showed him the figurine with a wide smile.

Gabe stopped for a moment. Furrowed his brows as he tried to see what Elena was even holding, and then furrowed his brows even more when he recognised it.

"Of course not," he grumbled, closing the small distance between them. "It's just an old thing anyway."

"It does look a bit like you though." She jumped away from him at the last moment.

Gabe gasped. Elen giggled and moved her hand away when he tried to reach her.

"Why would I even have a figurine of myself?"

For a moment they circled each other, like two lions judging if it's worthy to fight the opponent for a steak, except the steak was now wooden and 15 centimetres high. They both hunched subconsciously and made their steps in the fencing manner.

"I don't know, why does Esteban have a whole wall of his own portraits?" A sly grin slid on her face. "But I see you've decided to match his collection."

"Oh now you've done it." Gabe shook his head to hide his smile and in the split of a second was right by her. Feigning to go right for the prize, he swiped her legs out from under her.

Elena waved her hands in the air giving Gabe just the opportunity he was waiting for. He swiftly yanked the figurine from her hands, giving her the last push to fall backwards completely. He turned his head with a victorious grin, just in time to see her legs rising at the height of his knees. And suddenly the ground was much closer than before.

He folded his arms to his chest, protecting the figurine with his body and rolled on the floor. Though he didn't have to roll far, of which he was promptly reminded by his head crushing into the cupboard.

He groaned loudly and let his body fall limply to the floor.

His pained complaint was answered by Elena's laughter from the bed.

"I'm getting too old for this," he mumbled and Elena's laughter only got louder.

Finally he sat up and lifted the figurine to his face. He carefully examined it for any cracks or splinters, checked if the joints in the limbs didn't fall out and most importantly if the head was still on firm. Finally when he made sure the trinket didn't get damaged, he let out a relieved sigh.

"You're lucky it's still whole," he grumbled, rising to his feet.

"Hey, I was being careful." Elena now sat up too and sent him a playful smirk. "All the way until you decided to trip me like that."

Gabe rolled his eyes again and huffed in pretended annoyance.

"So if it's not a limited edition General Nuñez action figure," Elena continued. "What is it?"

Gabe sat down next to her and thought of an answer for a moment. He changed the position of the little soldier's arms and reached for a pin to put into his hand as a sword.

"It's really just an old toy," he said finally. "But you know, it has sentimental value."

He finally passed Elena the figurine, so she could take a look at it herself. It wasn't as old as she thought at first. The paint was faded, but still held onto the uneven surface of the wood and as she moved her fingers across it, she realized that it must've been all whittled by hand, by someone who put great care in it, but wasn't a professional.

Still the amount of details was impressive, especially in the construction of the thing. She moved the tiny soldier into the proper fencing position and to her delight found out that it fits flawlessly, the wire on the joints creaked quietly, as if it had been waiting for an opportunity to shine for ages.

She glanced between the figurine and Gabe on her left for comparison. The uniform, despite the familiar colours, was a tad different, it resembles more what she remembered from her childhood, than the uniform Gabe was wearing at the moment.

"I got it from my first fencing teacher," he continued.

"The same one who threw coconuts at you driving training?" Elena raised a brow, earning herself a chuckle.

"Yeah, the same one." A sad smile reached the corners of his eyes as old memories resurfaced in his memory. "He was a tough man and always talked about how big an annoyance I am, but -" he gestured to the figurine and shrugged.

"Well, that explains why it looks like you," Elena bumped him with her shoulder. "I'm sure he could've already seen that you'll be a great guard."

"Oh, I don't think he even wanted me to be a guard," Gabe laughed again. "But you know, the situation was a bit different." He pondered something for a moment before continuing. "And to be fair, I didn't even realize that it was supposed to be a guard at the time, I was pretty sure he just came up with the design by himself. I only really connected the dots a few years ago, when I found this old thing again."

Elena nodded silently and put a comforting hand on his arm. She could see that this topic wasn't easy for him.

"Though maybe what you said was the point." He straightened suddenly and his gaze went back to the figurine. "Maybe he wasn't completely against me joining the guard, just... joining the right one."

His smile became wider and it was like his whole face lit up. Elena raised the little soldier's arms to make it cheer. They both laughed at how expressive this piece of wood was.

"So where is your coach now?" Elena asked, caressing the wooden toy one more time.

He only sighed at first and for a moment his gaze became clouded again, before he shook his head to cast the memories away.

"I wish I knew," he sent her a sad smile. "One day he just... disappeared. A few trinkets and one letter is all the proof I have that he wasn't just my hallucination."

Elena's lips twitched in a matching sad smile, but before she could say anything, they both heard a voice from downstairs, calling the unmistakable word 'dinner!'

Gabe clapped his hands on his knees and sprung up to his feet.

"Ah, just in time", he extended his hand to Elena. "I think eating is a much more fun topic than discussing the weird things I did in my childhood."

Elena examined his face for a moment more, but gave up on asking all the questions that pushed to the tip of her tongue. She sent him a smile instead and accepted his hand.

"Oh, you mean you did more weird things?" She made the little figurine gasp.

"I feel like I shouldn't have started this topic," Gabe laughed.

"Oh no, you won't escape now." She poked him in the chest and put the little soldier in his hand. "I gotta know all the crazy stories."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you something," Gabe raised his hands in defeat. "But you can't mention it to my parents, please, they'll never stop until they tell you my whole life story."

Elena made a theatrical gesture of tapping her lips in thought as she backed out of the room.

"I'll consider it," she sent him a wide grin and in a second turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Hey- wait!" Gabe called out, running right after her to save what was left of his reputation.

[kgetsu]

Mission Board: Restoration: wanted plots

(BL REQUIRED) gauntlets +1: kagetsu is brand spanking new to the monastery and he doesn't know anything about the destruction that just happened here but he'll help out where he can AND also help himself. you're free to do some planting of your own beside kagetsu while he figures out to introduce rice to garreg mach

(NON-MISSION BOARD) roommates: being employed by the church doesn't guarantee housing due to the monastery's disrepair. this vagabond samurai needs a place to stay + he's been alternating between sleeping in the stables and boarding with random families charmed by his sillyboy energy. please be his roommate. he will be your friend for free

(NON-MISSION BOARD) sword +1: kagetsu may not have a perfect grasp on language but he's the rizzler regardless and that's what makes him so powerful. if you need to haggle down a price tag he's your guy

(OTHER) engage casemates: hello engage friends. if none of these prompts hit for you just lmk we can whip up a separate thread where our barbies say hello

[rgrfederer]

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[jittyjames]

bluedas hyperfix so severe i bought a dark blue iphone