#heart prompts

[nburkhardt]

steddie💕 for the kiss ask game!

Ooohh!! Thanks for the ask <3

💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

~~

There’s a few things he loves about Steve.

Actually, there’s a lot of things he loves about Steve. Like how he looks well put together but is very much a hot mess eighty percent of the time. Or how bitchy he can get when someone is a total douche to anyone he cares about. There’s his soft singing when it’s just them alone or how much he’ll stop what he’s doing just to tell everyone around him how much he likes them.

See? There’s a lot to love.

But there’s one thing Eddie really loves about his Love and it has everything to do with his beauty marks. Not just one, all of them.

Eddie smirks to himself as he watches Steve pull his shirt off, leaving his boy in just a pair of sweatpants. If his brain wasn’t focusing on all the beautiful beauty marks all over his baby, he’d notice that the sweatpants are actually his and not Steve’s.

(It doesn’t matter, their clothes are starting to slowly mix together to the point of no return)

“Eddie baby, honey baby” Steve softly sings before turning around and looking at him, his lips in a smile, “what’s that look for?”

Shaking his head, Eddie reaches over and wraps his hand around Steve’s wrist and gently tugging him onto the bed with him. Steve landing on top of him, a breathless laugh falling out of his mouth.

Eddie smiles, wrapping both arms around his love. “Oh, it’s just my face. That’s so obsessed with you, baby boy” he whispers in Steve’s ear before pressing a kiss to each and every beauty mark in reach.

He presses a final soft kiss to the tip of Steve’s nose as he finally looks up at him, a beautiful dark blush coloring his face.

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, Stevie.”

soft boys 🥰

Send me a heart and I’ll write a little something!

[momotonescreaming]

💚 + steddie!

Of course! Hope this is the sort of thing you were after 😂

Prompt:💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

---

Eddie was going to die.

Actually, for real this time. The sun was beating down thick and hot, and Eddie was outside. Exercising. Sweating like a sinner in church, smelling like an expired ham, hair sticking to his flushed skin. Sweat plastering it to his forehead, his neck, because he refused to put his hair up.

It wasn't part of his aesthetic, Steve.

He's regretting it now. Some fresh air on his neck sounds delightful right about now. Eddie groans, hands braced on his knees, heaving in a breath through his aching lungs. Gasping in air, arms fucking trembling with the force of keeping himself up. Basketball abandoned on the ground, rolling across the concrete of Steve's driveway. He watches it go, not making a move to stop it. Steve asked if he wanted to shoot hoops with him, and Steve just looked so excited Eddie couldn't say no.

And now he's here, dying in the middle of Steve's driveway. Basketball hoop above him, mounted to the garage wall. Taunting him. A bead of sweat drips down his face, hot and salty.

Steve the bastard, looks fucking energised. Hair swept off of his face, eyes sparkling in the sun, teeth shiny and white as he grins over at Eddie. Skin glowing, tanned and shiny and fresh. He's so in his element right now, it's not even funny. Clad in a stretched out tank top and gym shorts, loose and worn and showing off acres of delicious skin. Thick thighs, chiselled biceps, chest hair on show. Eddie kind of wants to lick him, taste the sweat. Fuck, his boyfriend's so fucking hot.

"Wanna shoot some more?" Steve asks, grinning and raising an eyebrow over at Eddie as he stops the basketball with his sneaker. Glee fucking leaking out of his face, through every sweaty pore.

Eddie groans, tipping his head towards the sky and letting himself tumble dramatically to the ground. Crumple into a sweaty pile in front of the Harrington's garage door. Still groaning, feeling the sun smothering him like a blanket -- Eddie starfishes out on the concrete.

"Can't," he wheezes in reply, still trying to catch his breath. "I'm dead. I'm gone. A magical spell has fallen upon me, cursing my moral flesh to slip into a sleep so deep, no man or mortal can wake me."

"Oh yeah?" Steve says with a smile, raising an eyebrow. He catches Eddie's eye, and lets out a gigglesnort as Eddie makes another melodramatic groan and sticks his tongue out. Closes his eyes against the glare of the sun. "You sure about that?"

"Maybe, just maybe," Eddie starts, opening an eye just enough to look over at Steve. Holds back a grin of his own. "Maybe I could be woken by true love's kiss?"

"Coming right up, Sleeping Beauty," Steve says, humour leaking out through his words. Eddie shutting his eyes again as soon as he spots Steve heading towards him on the ground. Leaning on the concrete next to him, radiating heat. He lets himself breathe, take a moment, as Steve's calloused hands brush his sweaty off of his face. Trail down his face, cradling his cheeks.

And then they're kissing.

Right in the middle of the Harrington's driveway. Slow and sweet and getting deeper with every passing second. Steve tastes like sweat, like the Gatorade he had earlier, as Eddie tries to lick his way into his mouth. Brings his hands up to grasp at whatever part of Steve he can - his tank top, his waist - and hold on tight as Steve kisses him breathless.

---

Send me a heart! Prompt me!

[nerdpoe]

Danny's found a way to dodge GIW trackers, as well as his parents. Their equipment hunts ghosts, ghosts run on emotion; so as long as he keeps his under a tight lid and doesn't feel anything ever, they won't be able to track him.

It works!

He's able to run from them, and goes as far as New Jersey. The plan was to stow away on a ship, and go to literally any country that wasn't America. He goes to Gotham, which hosts the one harbor he knows where no one will ask any questions.

But because of how weird he acted (completely emotionless during a Joker attack), he was fingered by police immediately.

He's handed over to CPP. CPP doesn't know what to do with a teen literally so traumatized that they don't show any emotion at all, ever. He keeps just...walking out of his placements. Just leaves without a sound.

Luckily, he's always caught, due to those placement houses having quiet alarms and him refusing to run.

They call the one foster parent they know who does.

Bruce Wayne takes in the strange, nameless kid who refuses to talk.

On paper, they gave him the filler name of 'John Doe', for lack of anything better to do.

Bruce does everything he can to make the newest arrival feel at home. Damian, for as territorial as he is, actually breaks out of his shell sooner than expected just to try to get the new kid to speak. To emote. To do something. Duke tries the open approach, then tries the 'no one will ever know, everyone thinks I'm an innocent goody-two-shoes' approach. Nada.

Tim even tries to trick him into talking, but nothing works.

Enter Dick; Dick heard about Bruce's new ward, about the situation, and decided to see if he could get the kid to open up.

Danny though. Danny's in trouble.

The Wayne Manor is weirdly secure, and he can't just walk away like he did his other placements. He can't use ghost powers or the GIW and his parents will immediately know where he is.

He really, really wants to take Bruce up on his offer and just spend the day relaxing. Respond to Damian's attempts to provoke him. Overshare about space facts with Tim.

But most of all, he really, desperately wants to get in a Pun Competition with Dick. He wants to laugh at Dick's jokes, and learn coolass gymnastic tricks!

But he can't!

If he relaxes with Bruce, he'll be content, which is an emotion. If he argues with Damian, he'll get annoyed, which is an emotion. If he sneaks out with Duke and breaks the rules, he'll get happy, which, again, emotion. If he overshares with Tim, he'll get excited, which is, yet again, an emotion!

The worst sin of all, he can't even show proper appreciation of the food the Butler keeps making him!

And now there's even more people coming over!

There's a quiet girl who keeps reading his body language and trying to get him to dance ballet, a blonde girl who keeps trying to kidnap him to take him to BatBurger, a guy with a stripe of white who wants to take him to a shooting range, and it just...he really, really wants to!

He wants to do all these cool things with them!

But he fucking can't!

[elainiisms]

going insane over the prospect of casual intimacy. like taking a bath together and sitting in between their legs while they wash your hair, press soft kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulders. just leaning your head back into the crook of their neck and relaxing as they hold you and trace lines across your skin.

[emacrow]

The Watchtower found a enormous floating crystallized casket in space. Part 1

And the corpses unside still has a heart beat...

When danny became the ghost king, as a precaution in cause the Disband GIW were to find his dead body and possibly desecrated and dissect it. He had put plans to send his corpse into the middle of space of another dimension for safekeeping until later. Frostbite help made a special casket large enough as he had told Danny that his corpse body will grow into his true form.

He gotten help from the ghostly arachnids to make the finest silk clothes for his corpse along with extinct flowers across the ghostzone. That even got Dani and Dan wanted to leave their corpses with danny for safekeeping and to keep him company.

That was literally eon ago in time in Danny's dimension timeline..

Only until the casket bumped into watchtower.

There was three bodies whom seem to be sleeping in a cuddle like pile, holding each other hands. A white hair man, a teenage boy and a young girl wearing royal like silk clothes, floating aurora like crowns on their heads, and flowers extinct yet still thriving in the casket as they remain blooming.

Only for superman to say something that made everyone panic a bit.

"One of them has a very slow heart beat.."

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

As it turns out, Danny makes a pretty good leader. His little gang of homeless children has grown immensely, both from picking up strays and from assimilating other gangs into his group.

Danny might only be 10 and still figuring out his powers but dang, intangibility and flight are over powered even before you add invisibility and laser blasts. At first he regretted sneaking into the lab alone to check out the portal his parents made in this basement. Waking up in a cold alley in a city you've never heard of is a terrifying experience even without the corrupt cops trying to sell you into human trafficking, but finding out he had powers and could do whatever he wanted? That was great. It no longer mattered that adults didn't listen to him or chased him around. He could do anything now. Be anything. Take anything.

He and the people under his protection often robbed places, never banks or anything but high class restaurants and stores that usually wouldn't even let them in through the front doors. Yeah, Danny can admit most of thier robberies were because of grudges the other kids had because of how they were treated but Danny being ten thought this was fine.

The real issue was Gothams Paw Patrol (who absolutely hate being called that :3 ) they were always on thier case, Dannys especially. They kept insisting that the system could help them -Danny called bull. No one helped him or Jazz back in Amity and it was waaaay nicer that Gotham- and kept getting him and his fellow kids arrested. That didn't really matter. Anti-meta stuff never worked on him so getting himself the other kids out was no big deal.

After overhearing a conversation between Nightwing and one of the other bats a kid came into thier current secret base announcing that Nightwing was poor and the other bats weren't. This caught everyone attention. Appearently Nightwing was trying to establish himself outside of the colony cause he didn't get along great with whoever the bats super daddy was, which was fair. A lot of them were runaways for one reason or another and knew a bunch of reasons why you wouldn't want to except "free" money.

This led to them fetching Nightwings "wingdings" and batarangs instead of keeping them/selling them like they do with the others, sharing some of thier spoils with him like the groceries, jewelry, fancy clothes, ect that they stole.

Dick even catches one of the kids in his apartment in Bludhaven filling up his fridge which has him panicking about his secret id being compromised. Luckly the kids had only followed him there and didn't think to check who was on the lease or anything cause they assumed it would be a fake name or something.

Just Dick getting forcibly adopted by a child gang.

[spacedace]

Thinking about the untapped comedic potential of the Batfam explaining to new hero in Gotham & literal ghost Phantom that they don't kill people.

And Danny, professional menace, responding with "What? You guys have a problem with dead people or something?" In the most serious, insulted voice he can manage just to watch them squirm.

(Jason is having a great time)

[ky-landfill]

First I love your art. It's GORGEOUS

Second please please please please do some jayroy. I beg you

Luv you

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #14

When J'onn offered to go to the distress signal, alone, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. Other Leaguer's were on standby, of course, but J'onn didn't sense any danger. In fact it was almost ... suspiciously quiet.

That's why when he came across a child who was bleeding so much he shouldn't even be alive he was more than concerned. The kid just smiled at J'onn, made a pun, did some sort of ... dance move? And then promptly passed out.

J'onn suddenly understood how Batman had an "adoption addiction."

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #943

Harley Quinn never gets mail when she’s stuck in Arkham so imagine her surprise when a letter gets placed in the food slot in her cell door. Even more surprising, the letter was from a fan! And not a Harley Quinn fan! A fan of Harleen Quinzellle, more specifically her psychology case studies on various inmates in Arkham. The writer was a girl by the name of Jasmine Fenton who was planning to attend Gotham University to get a Doctorate in Psychology. She didn’t ask anything about her current life, but instead well written and well thought out questions about her papers and ideas for other potential treatments. Eager to flex her degree again, Harley wrote back and responded to each and every question Jazz had, even adding additional notes and observations of various rogues in Arkham that she hadn’t noticed before her change from psychologist to rogue. After rereading the letter again and again to make sure it was perfect, she gave her letter to the guard stationed at her cell so he could send the letter. The girl was bright and had an incredible mind and was a delight to write to. Harley hopes she’ll send another letter.

[hughmanbean]

Space Lady

When Bruce gets lost in time he sees a common sight between each jump.

A woman in a dress of nebulae, stars studded around her neck, hair a soft silver.

He asks who she is, and she does nothing.

He asks who she is, and she smiles mischievously.

He asks what she's doing. "Watching" is all he gets.

He asks what the purpose of this is, and she looks at him like he's stupid.

He tries to move around, but seems to loop back around. She looks amused at his attempts.

After Vanishing Point, during his last jump, he asks her if she knew what was going to happen.

"Aren't you the world's greatest detective? I'm sure if you put your mind to it, you'll figure it out. Now off you go."

---

It's been 2 years since Damian had been dropped into the family. Even after, Bruce felt like he was being watched sometimes.

He gets a visitor at the door, and standing there is the Lady.

"How have you been, Bruce? Doing well I hope. Be a dear and let me in, would you?"

[destiny-islanders]

atlantean pop idol sora kingdomhearts fancam

inspired by this post everyone's been redrawing

[momotonescreaming]

💛 for whatever ship you decide 🥰

also steddie for this one, what can I say, I got into a groove

Prompt: 💛 reunion kiss / relief

---

Steve slams the door behind him, wincing as the mugs littering the trailer walls rattle with the force of it. Sighing deeply, he shucks his jacket off, takes his keys out of his pocket and throws them both onto the Munson’s kitchen table. Stands there for a second, and enjoys the fact that he’s not in his parent’s house anymore, they don’t have their judgemental eyes on him, he can finally be without being watched.

His parents, the neighbours, the ever present threat of reputation and the Harrington name.

He didn’t have to worry about that with Eddie, who he hadn’t seen in well over a week. His parents rushing into Hawkins like a tornado and disrupting whatever routine Steve had set himself. Cancelling his movie nights, and dates, hangouts with Robin. He didn’t even have the time to watch the game on TV. Reading the scores in the papers the next day, or hearing it on the radio just wasn’t the same.

It was all about them. Never Steve, never considering him a person in his own right. He was a prop, a pawn, something for them to pick up and put down again when they got bored.

“Wayne?” And aching familiar voice calls, echoing out of the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s turning, weight falling off of his shoulders as he lets Eddie’s voice wrap around him. “Why’re you home early?”

“I’m not,” Steve calls back, trying not to cringe into himself as he realises just how tired he sounds.

“Steve?” Eddie says, voice raising, and there’s a slight thump noise as Steve watches his boyfriend rush to his bedroom door and throw it open. “I thought you’d never be free.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve admits, feeling a little like he’s about to melt into the trailer floor. Slowly making his way over to Eddie, automatically, instinctively — watching as Eddie does the same. Opening his tattooed arms, wrapping Steve into them as soon as he can. Enveloping him into a hug.

“I got you,” Eddie mumbles, and Steve buries his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck.

He hugs his boyfriend back, letting the warmth of Eddie seep into him. Settle the ache, the worry, the wear and tear of being around his parents. Sighs, the tension falling off his shoulders, his muscles easing, no longer wound tight. He takes a breath, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s arms around him, the soothing and familiar smell of cigarettes and his shampoo.

Pulling back, Steve takes the moment to cradle Eddie’s cheeks in the palm of his hands. Drawing along his jawline. Eddie’s eyes soften as they lock onto his, comforting, inviting. Steve smiles, soft and weary, and pulls Eddie into a kiss.

Eddie lets himself be pulled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. A comforting weight, as Steve keeps his kisses soft. Almost light. For comfort, for intimacy, for love. They don’t need to go any further, don’t even need to move from that spot, as Eddie kisses Steve back. Puts as much care and comfort into every press of his lips as he can.

It’s like stepping under a waterfall, wrapping yourself up in a blanket on a hot summers day, finally taking your pants off after a big meal. It’s comfort. Eddie’s comfort. Knowing exactly when to step in, and when to stay back. When to let Steve work through it on his own, and when to draw Steve into his arms.

He knows when to keep kissing. Sinking into the moment, hands splayed on Steve’s back. Eyes fluttering shut and kissing his boyfriend for as long as he needs.

---

Send me a heart and a ship! Make me write!

[nerdpoe]

Selina has her eye on a one-of-a-kind jewel.

The museum it's in have no idea what kind it is, just that it was a leftover result of an attack on Earth by some dimension called the Infinite Realms.

And, well...it's really very beautiful.

Diamond white and abyss black and frosty blue, constantly shifting colors, emits cold, constantly generating frost so that it's shimmering in the lights.

It's unique. It's stolen from another dimension. It's gorgeous.

She wants it.

So; she takes it.

She...can't really bring herself to take it to a magic user to return it just yet.

Mostly, she keeps it in a glass, temperature controlled container in her apartment.

Harley and Ivy think it's pretty, but they don't really experience the same draw that Selina does.

She resolves that she will contact the Infinite Realms to ask if it's something they want back in...a week.

One week turns into one month.

One month turns into four months.

Four months turn into a year.

For that year, the beautiful jewel sits in it's protected case, and Selina ogles it when she's a bit too stressed. Every day, it seems to get brighter and shinier.

She isn't driven by compulsion, no-she knows herself too well. She knows damn well she's being driven by greed.

Then one day, as she's staring at it-the jewel starts to glow. The glass case shatters. A form begins to shape out of frost and-possibly-space.

And then there is a teenager, sitting bewildered in her apartment. All wild white hair and wide green eyes, shock written into his very expression.

He stares at her.

She stares at him.

"...So, not to be weird, but why are my instincts telling me you're my mom?"

[ghostbsuter]

Robin¹ aka Nightwing had Batgirl... (the ginger one), then Robin³ had his own (The blond), and then the blond Batgirl (he's pretty sure she was a Robin too?) became spoiler–

The dark shadows, Danny swears, that was a Batgirl too, she goes by BlackBat now tho, had a major upgrade and everything!

But, Danny nods, the current Robin doesn't have a Bat partner.

And he did say he wouldn't be Phanton anymore. No hero (or at least solo) and...

Would Sam really be mad if he got himself the Bat title and kicked ass with Robin?

(It would be fair, Robin saved Cujo's life. That's the rule of ghosts, give back what was given. He saved Cujo's afterlife, so Danny as Cujo's behalf will make sure Robin does not die.)

[jullbnt]

So. Looks like we're really getting that movie this time.

I've decided I wanted to feel excited and laugh about this instead of being worried :D. It's a live action movie and I'm perfectly fine haha what could go wrong!

Drawing my favorite trio helps :)). I've been laughing way too much at Mr. Dragmire here 😆