#pennywise prompts

[invader-is-cute]

Killer clowns…+Krusty

I’m getting graded for this.

Anyway, here’s more for this project.

Yeah, it’s bad quality, I had to take a photo of my phone work area.

[1dfilmfest]

Prompt 28 - It (2017)

When you're a kid, you think that you'll always be... protected, and cared for. Then, one day, you realize that's not true. If you open your eyes, you will see what we're going through. 'Cause when you're alone as a kid, the monsters see you as weaker. You don't even know they're getting closer. Until it's too late.

Suggested Idea

The 1D boys take the place of the Losers Club, possibly aged up from the movie characters to be teens. They live in a small town where people/children are going missing and find themselves prey to a shapeshifting clown that takes the form of their biggest fears.

View other suggested prompts here

[slashingdisneypasta]

Incorrect Quote

*After Pennywise: makes a horrible loud sound and jolts a little in their seat*

Chucky: What the hell kind of noise was that!??

Pennywise: I sneezed.

Chucky: That was NOT a sneeze-

[missriddle03]

➪𝗧𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆- 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵

➪𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀- 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀

➪𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀-𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

➪𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱: 7 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 16 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀

➪ 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁- 1,392

🇹 🇪 🇩 🇩 🇾 

Bill started walking up the stairs to y/n's room as her mother let him in. He had been going round the house quite often so her mother had gotten used to him and allowed him in unlike Richie who her mother didn't like with all his bad words and sexual talks. Her mother had grown to like him and usally invited him round when y/n wasn't feeling well or just needed someone to talk to. He was always her mothers first choice for help with her daughter seeing as he made her happy.

He wanted to see her earlier but he got caught up with Richie. Bill wanted to leave Richie to talk with y/n but he never had the chance until Stanley and Eddie showed up. He knew if he left then no-one would notice. Y/n and Bill have been what you call high-school sweethearts. He met y/n in your first year of high school. They bumped into each other almost simultaneously after you locked eyes. Since then the rest is history.

Bill opened the door quite quickly thinking y/n was awake. "Y/n I wanted to ask if you-" he stopped in his tracks. He noticed she was asleep, curtains open and she was on top of the sheets curled up tight with a Teddy. He didn't get a proper glimpse of the teddy until she slowly turned over to her side. The light beaming from the outside onto the teddy that he now saw. A very familiar teddy. Georgies teddy. Bill placed his bag and books,that he had brought over to study for an upcoming test, under her desk and sat at the end of her bed.

Bill began staring at the teddy thinking of georgie and how he had lied about being ill to not play play him on that rainy day. The day played through bill's mind as he remembered georgie waving goodbye and a peircing scream coming from down the street. A tear left his eye as he began looking more at the teddy.

Y/n must of felt someone staring as she almost immediately woke up. "What are you doing here?" She had asked him as he still sat there looking. "I w-was um c-coming round to r-revise for t-the test" he had stuttered. His stuttering had gotten worse over the months and he knew it. "Oh sorry I completely forgot I was out like a light seeing as I didn't get much sleep last night" y/n indicated that it was because of the quarry and especially only Richie. Richie toizer had made them all stop up till midnight just so he could say his new joke about how he fucked Eddie's mom. It was a good joke till you fell asleep on the floor and Richie shook you awake. Bill got her to ride at the end of his bike.

Y/n noticed Bill's constant staring. "You okay?" She asked him. His concentration didn't change he didn't even hear her until she clicked her fingers for attention. "I said are you okay?" He just looked at her and looked down again "that t-teddy it w-was g-georgies" he admitted to her. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know"

Earlier on in the week Bill had said that she could have any teddy she chose to help her sleep well at night. She went through his room and found a teddy that was on his desk. Y/n then took it and had slept with it ever since. Bill at the time didn't know which teddy she took and thought his parents took Georgie's teddy in a box of his stuff.

"I can give it back it's not an issue, I honestly didn't know it was his" Bill shook his head as she said this. "I-it's fine you d-didn't know a-and t-this way I can b-b-be w-with both of y-you" he smiled. He moved himself closer to y/n as she placed her head on his chest. Bill wrapped his arm around her and the teddy laid in-between them as she fell asleep. He placed a kiss on her forehead and then he placed a kiss on Georgie's teddy.

"I wish h-he w-was still h-here, I think y-you would l-like him" "I think I would very much"

After this was said they both fell asleep. Bill woke up an hour later hearing a noise. He silently moved away from y/n and followed the noise. Bill saw a figure with a yellow coat run past like thunder. Here and then got in a second.

Y/n must of felt someone leave because she woke up not long after. "Bill you alri-" she noticed he was gone. She immediately jumped of the bed leaving the teddy and went to find Bill in her house. She heard a noise so of course she followed it. Bill still followed the noise and went down y/n's basement. It was filled with water. Y/n found were Bill was and she ran down the stairs. "You okay what's wrong?" She had asked but he didn't respond. He was lost in thought more or so instead looking at something a yellow coat. He pointed at it. Y/n looked at it and slowly moved down the stairs. "It is just a coat" she reassured him. "You lied and I died" was heard. Y/n heard it and went back to Bill. He held her in his arms. Her body was facing the basement floor and started scanning the room for activity.

Bill was very considerate of you so when he knew that y/n was scared he asked her to "go u-upstairs". Y/n being the stubborn one she shook her head and stayed by his side. Something near the yellow coat moved, legs appeared then even a face. "Georgie" Bill had muttered. Y/n knew this was impossible seeing as georgie was and scientifically dead. More dead than a guy who was shot with blunt force head trauma. "Bill, you sure it's him?" She had asked with more like a whisper tone.

He looked back at her and didn't give her a response. Instead he walked towards the coat, towards the water in the basement and towards the voice. "You lied and I died" was heard again. Y/n started following Bill through the water. "You lied and I died" only being a few centimetres away the voice grew louder. The coat disappeared. Bill and y/n started walking back up the stairs. "You lied and I died" was kept being repeated. Y/n pointed towards a figure that was now infront of then, clear as day it was georgie. Georgie Denbrough. However, his face was different it was covered in a weird substance. "Maybe we should go Bill" she had said to him. The dazzling yellow coat with now the recognised face still kept repeating "you lied and I died" "Bill what's he talking about?" She placed her hand in his as she asked him. "You weren't really sick that day were you?" "N-no I w-wasn't g-georgie" "Bill come on we should go" Bill moved closer towards georgie. Or was was the representation of georgie. Tears fell down bill's face.

"It's not real Bill come on" he didn't listen. Instead he walked closer to the disoriented georgie. Y/n grabbed his arm and dragged him up the basement steps. "W-w-why did y-you do t-that?" She took him back down the basement steps."see, it wasn't real" she then walked up the stairs to her room alone. Bill took one last look before walking up the stairs. He followed her to her room. "Here" She handed him Georgie's teddy. "You need this more than me" he handed the teddy back. "I n-need to l-let go, I c-can s-still be with georgie if you k-k-keep it.

He gave y/n a kiss on her lips before sitting at her desk to study. Shocked at how quick he changed the subject of seeing a representation of georgie, she sat down and started revising with him. "I l-love y-you" Bill came out and said. "I love you too" she smiled.

[timetravellauvie]

Strange Things x It (2017) Crossover where

Mike Wheeler is Richie Tozier who is in a secret long distance relationship with Eddie Kaspbrak. They were managing it fine until Will Byers saw a red balloon and El saw a clown in the Upside Down with Vecna.

Ik that they are kids and it's literally not the same timeline BUT HEAR ME OUT MIKE AS TRASHMOUTH RICHIE?!! HIDDEN PERSONALITY?? WAHHHH

[italymystery-swanqueen]

Do You Want A Balloon?🎈

[theartoftheprompt]

Misplaced creatures #2

[nuagederose]

🫧 mermay 2023 // day fifteen: horror 🫧

i couldn’t decide if i wanted to do the sisters from ginger snaps, pennywise, or pyramid head, so i did all three 🔥

ig: badmotorartist

[ally-holmes]

Scars

Day 18 of the 30-day short story challenge

This time the prompt was scars and I explored the topic with our beloved IT middle-aged cast. As the house in Neibolt Street collapses Stan thinks about their scars.

Yes, Stan is alive. And so is Eddie.

CW: AU-Everybody lives | Nobody dies, brief mention of a failed sui**de attempt, mention of canon stabbing wound.

Words: 964

Also available on AO3

There it goes:

The morning air was dense and miserable on Neibolt Street as the Losers saw the house collapse. They almost didn't make it out. Defeating Pennywise once and for all had been cathartic, although the fulfillment of victory did not last for long as the whole structure started to fall deprived of its master to keep it up. As the last piece of wood fell, dust floated through the air, and a pregnant silence settled.

Stanley's heart was beating hard and fast in his chest, his pulse pumping in his eardrums. The vertiginous void in his stomach bubbled and suddenly he was laughing. Hysterically. Stan's maniac laugh had him pressing his hands on his opposite sides, tears falling down his face cleaning it from dirt and other residues.

Eddie followed his lead. Shaking like a leaf under a hurricane, Eddie grabbed Richie's arm whilst laughing as the lack of air was making him a bit dizzy. Memories of Richie floating, eyes white and mouth open suffering under the deadlights, rushed into Eddie's mind forcing him to secure his grab of Richie's arm.

Richie broke close behind. If someone had listened to his laugh at that moment they would not have been able to pin down if he was laughing hysterically or crying inconsolably. Eddie had rescued him from the deadlights and he remembered the pain, still pulsing on his lower back as he had fallen onto the crypt's floor. Eddie had hovered over him, beaming and so proud of himself for having thrown that javelin at the demon clown… Stan had grabbed them with unusual strength, pulling them out of the path of one of Pennywise's claws. A claw that could have, and most definitely would have, drilled Eddie's torso turning him into a human kebab. Reminiscing the recent events, Richie's laugh turned completely into sobbing as he got free from Eddie's grab only to pull him into a tight hug shared with Stanley.

Beverly's laugh made her lose her balance. Kneeling on the dusty road she felt her demons abandon her once and for all. She felt lighter as if after twenty-seven years of carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders it had finally disappeared.

Ben's laugh, although a by-product of the situation just as the others were, was timid and quiet, nervous and buzzing, unstoppable.

Bill laughed quietly observing his friend safe and sound losing their minds over their absolute victory. He started this. Twenty-seven years ago he had pushed and pressed his friends to find Georgie's murderer and face the damn clown. He put them at risk then, and he has put them at risk now.

Mike did not laugh. He felt utterly relieved, especially since he was the only one who stayed in Derry and remembered all the events of the past in order to call for the others in case Pennywise returned. He cried. Silently and a bit bitterly, to be completely honest. Mike drugged Bill in order to get him on board with a suicidal plan. Mike lied to his friends.

Bill, noticing Mike's unconsolable state, decided to hug him. Bill always was the big brother of the Losers and he saw no need to change that now, even if he was the shortest of them all.

At some point, they made their way to the townhouse. There's really no need to say that they made an unsanitary stop to jump at the quarry. They arrived soaked at the townhouse, in dreadful need of a warm shower and industrial quantities of soap.

The first call to reality was Eddie's bathroom covered in blood from when Henry had stabbed him in the cheek. That was not ideal. If his things were moved to Richie's room nobody would have commented on it.

Stanley, clean and dandy, entered the bar of the townhouse where the other Losers had reunited for an alcoholic breakfast with the idea of strengthening their resolution to call the police and give their statements before leaving Derry behind once and for all.

Bev was patching Eddie up mumbling under her breath that he ought to go to the hospital and have the stab wound stitched. A first-aid kit was laid out on the table where they were congregated. Mike, Ben, Bill, and Richie were tending to their own scratches and other wounds. Stan rolled up his sleeves ready to clean up his wounds.

Silently, which was very concerning, Richie took his wrists pulling him closer to take a sit in the empty chair. He frowned with contained sorrow. Stanley understood it. If not for his magnificent wife, Stan would've been dead by now. The moment Mike called him, he prepared himself for a bath and slashed his forearms open with a razor, but Patty looked for him almost immediately breaking the spell. The scars were going to be nasty looking.

"Don't you dare do that again," Richie's serious look pierced his soul.

He gave him a faint smile, "No one would've cared, Richie. Nobody remembered me anyway."

"You are my best friend. The only one that– Penny did something to our memories and for that, I won't say anything on your logic, but I do care."

Feeling a lump getting stuck in his throat, Stan lowered his head. "I know," he whispered.

As Richie worked into Stan's wounds, he looked at his friends. All of them were covered in scars, both physical and psychological. They all had demons yet to be beaten, fears to face, and all that jazz. However, they had destroyed a mystic, demon, alien clown as old as the world itself. If they could do that, they could do anything. The key point was to be together, and now that there was no powerful spell upon their memory, they would always be together. 

The end.

[faniacmag]

Art with IA: Stephen King

Prompt idea by robernoir:

[mikewheelertmmoved]

    dev tea room’s daily spooktober’s prompts.

         ⇢ day two. 🎃 stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

          Different town and yet the very same shit.    Why did he even thought that moving away from Hawkins would have gave him the chance of a fresh start when he was,  and always would be,  one of the resident freaks  ?    Foolish wishful thinking on his part,  otherwise he wouldn’t stand there,  in front of an abandoned & beyond rundown house just because he had something to prove to a group of assholes that decided the new kid was going to be their next target.

          A little too late to walk away,  he wasn’t going to let them win.

          One.    Two.    Three steps towards the stairs that led to the front door,  and his flight instincts were already kicking in,  a voice in the back of his mind telling him to run as fast as he could,  and yet,  he couldn’t stop his legs from bringing forward;  as if there was an invisible string pulling him towards the creepy house.

          Oh,  how he was going to regret his own actions.

          Eyes blinked the moment he stepped inside,  a putrid smell hitting his nose,  as if there was something rotten in his close proximity,  or perhaps it was the house itself,  just like a pile of forgotten meat decomposing.    A grimace settled upon his features,  something felt off,  but he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what.    But the scream in his mind that he shouldn’t be there was louder than before with each stepped he took inside of that damned place.    However it soon turned into a unnatural cackle, and Mike was frozen on the spot,  a movement caught out of the corner of his eye.

          Uneasiness settled deep in his bones,  and a strangely and yet familiar dread started to creep into his mind and deep in his chest.    A whisper in his ear,  one laying out in the open the secrets he had kept close to his chest all his life,  startling him & making him turn around,  wide eyed.    However nothing was there,  was the dust and awful smell getting to his head  ?    Was he losing it  ?    

          Part of him wanted to turn around,  wanted to figure out what the fuck was going on,  but instead he took off,  footsteps echoing in the abandoned house as while he ran as fast as he could towards the front door.    All the while missing the horrific figure shrouded in darkness of the grinning clown foaming at the mouth,  as if it just found its next target.

[voxmortuus]

Hi! Please can you write promt 1 with Benny from Bikeriders?

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Benny Cross x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ The Bikeriders ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 681 ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Handjob | Blowjob in the back seat | Swallowing because you're not a quitter. | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. Prompt from this list. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ Pennywises ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was a warm summer night, and taking the car instead of taking the motorcycle just seemed like a better idea. You and Benny had decided to go for a late-night drive. You wanted to just go for a joy ride, and have no destination in mind. He decided to drive out to the middle of nowhere so you could watch the night sky without any light pollution from the city. It was going to be a good night, it was going to be a quiet night, and it was needed for you both.

When you get to this open field, you decide to climb in the back. Laying on top of him he holds you close. Stroking your hair with his hand that doesn't habitually have a cigarette between his fingers. Comfortable, you two don't need to exchange words, just staring out the back window as you watch the stars.

It seems like everything is going good, going perfectly, you two are mad about each other, happy and utterly in love. You aren't put off by his riding, or the club, in fact, you're a fan favorite among the girls that they bring around. Everyone knows your name, and they know who you belong to. It's like a little home, a large family, and you feel so safe with them.

Tonight though, it was about Benny, at least in your mind it was, it was always about Benny. You lived, ate, breathed, and worshipped this man. Everything you do, you do for him, and it's not this sort of unhealthy relationship sorta thing, no, this man makes you so happy, you'd do anything for him, just as he'd do pretty much anything for you.

An idea pops into your brain and you look over him and smirk, slowly lowering yourself you run your hands over the front of his pants, smirking you slowly unzip them, and glance up at him and he looks down at you and watches you carefully.

"What are you doing?" he asked you, his voice low and husky. He tilted his head and readjusted tossing his smoke outside.

You smirk and lick your lips as you stick your hand down his pants, pulling him from his pants, and freeing the flesh, you begin to work it, slowly, carefully, your grip just right, the perfect tightness. You slowly begin to work the flesh in your hand. Feeling it starting to stiffen you watch him a moment. Your hand is warm, and tight against him as you slowly move your hand a little more. Jerking a slow motion, watching his face as it relaxes and his jaw slightly slacks. But it wasn't until you brought the head of his cock against your lips.

He draws in a breath, letting out a low husky groan. You lower your mouth, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock as you slip him further into your mouth, warm, wet, taught-lipped. His groan gets a little louder as you begin to bob your head, your grip at the base of his cock as you continue to bob, swirling your tongue around the head and then it curls around the side as you lower, up and down a perfect bob.

Continuing on, his hips thrusting, his hands tangle in your hair as he uses your head, a perfect give and take as he feels himself grow close to a finish. Though not as long as he wanted this to last, this was a pleasant surprise and a much-needed one after a long day. Your bob faster, encouraging that finish, only after a good five, maybe ten to fifteen minutes max, do you feel these hot ribbons of thick white semen escape him. His cock twitches between your lips, filling your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, but you swallow, because you're his good girl.

Finishing you put him away and smile softly, grabbing the soda cup from the front cup holder, taking a sip washing him down, you look over his face he chuckles looking at you.

"You're perfect." he smiles.

[missriddle03]

Request

requests are open (✅️) closed ( )

Before making a request I want to make sure everyone knows what I do and don't do

I don't write smut BUT i might do some idk yet (IF you request i might give it ago)

I don't write heavily induced medical issues

I don't write for you I write for everyone

I won't write using certain words

I do write for y/n's

I do write for different tenses

I do write for IT, Harry potter,Stranger things and ianowt(I am not okay with this)

I do write angst and fluff

I do write with detailed descriptions with detailed requests

If you do request please request in detail, if you do request anonymously that is fine 🙂

[glorious-spoon]

Thinking about the prompt "no, you’ll get an infection." since I just saw a gifset of our beloved firemen ripping open packages with their teeth. 😄

thank you! have a bit of established-relationship dorks on a very serious rescue mission.

-

"Buck," Eddie says, in the deeply patient tone that means he's refraining from adding, what the fuck is wrong with you. Buck's found that most people have a version of that tone, at least around him. Eddie doesn't employ his all that often; most of the time, Eddie is on board with pretty much anything Buck suggests. Digging around in storm drains for a missing stuffed animal is the limit, apparently.

"I've almost got it," Buck says, twisting slightly to wedge his shoulder against the grate. His fingers just brush the soggy synthetic fur of the small purple stuffed rabbit a few feet down.

"Isn't this how that kid lost his arm in that movie?"

He twists back to stare up at Eddie, who is backlit by the midday sun with the carnival spread out behind him. His hands are on his hips and his expression is half-amused, half-exasperated. "What?"

"Pennywise? Evil clown monster that lives in the sewers and eats children? It's based on a Stephen King novel."

"I repeat," Buck says. "What?"

"Right, I forgot that you don't watch anything other than nature documentaries and whatever Christopher adds to your Netflix queue."

"Bold words for a guy who's memorized every single telenovela from the past twenty years."

Eddie scoffs. "Come on. Who knows what's down there, you're not even wearing gloves, you're going to slice your hand open on some grimy piece of metal and get an infection."

"I'm being careful." Buck turns his head to squint down into the storm drain. It's too dark to see much of anything other than the faintly oily glimmer of water. There are cigarette butts and greasy fast food wrappers floating in it, and it doesn't smell great, but he's definitely dealt with grosser over the course of his career. Besides. He's so close. If he just stretches—

His fingers brush the rabbit's ear again. It topples over into the grimy water with a splash, and Buck swears under his breath. The toy is now half-submerged and several inches out of reach no matter how much he stretches.

"Buck," Eddie says again, softer. "Come on. It's just a stuffed animal."

"That Christopher won."

A sigh. "He's thirteen. I don't think this is going to break his heart, sweetheart."

Buck knows that this is probably objectively true. Chris was gleefully triumphant about winning at balloon darts even after Eddie grumbled about rigged games, but the stuffed rabbit itself seemed like an afterthought. He shoved it into Buck's hands with a quick grin before going off with his friends twenty minutes ago, and Buck is—stupid, probably, for the fact that this is sort of breaking his heart.

He hasn't thought about that giant stuffed bear that they won at the pier, the one that must have washed out to sea along with half of the Los Angeles coastline, in years. He doesn't even know if Christopher remembers it. He was little. And it wasn't exactly the most memorable part of the day. The little stuffed rabbit, which fits in the palm of Buck's hand—and incidentally, between the holes of a storm drain grate—makes a much more convenient souvenir. And it felt kind of—nice, having a sort of redo on that, even if Chris doesn't remember.

But Eddie's right. Short of trying to pry up the grate cover—which he could absolutely do, if he had a halligan handy—there's no way he's going to reach it. He sighs, resting his forehead on the metal frame, then wriggles his arm out of the grate and sits back on his heels, defeated. "Okay, fine. You win."

There's no response. When he turns around, Eddie is nowhere to be seen. Feeling more than a little put-out, Buck straightens up and looks around. It's not that crowded here, but there are enough passers-by that Buck's been getting a few strange looks, which he's been ignoring. The two streets to his left are closed-off for the carnival; to his right is a black-and-white parked across the median with a bored-looking beat cop directing traffic, and a couple of sanitation workers in hi-vis vests. Eddie is talking to one of them, but he glances back like he can tell Buck is watching him.

Buck spreads his hands in question, and Eddie holds up a finger, turning back toward the guy he was just talking to. Buck slumps, then sits down on the curb, staring forlornly at the storm drain.

A moment later, footsteps approach.

"Come on, stop pouting, scoot over," Eddie says as his shadow falls across Buck.

"I'm not pouting," Buck grumbles, but he scoots over.

"Sure you're not," Eddie says agreeably, sitting down next to him. "Here. You think this'll work?"

Buck blinks at him, then looks down at the trash picker Eddie is holding out to him, which has LA - DPW scrawled down one side in Sharpie. "Did you…"

"I mean, I had to give them a whole sob story, so you might as well try it," Eddie says, wrapping his hand around Buck's knee and jostling him gently. Buck takes the picker, then laughs, dropping his forehead to Eddie's shoulder.

"Sob story, huh?"

"Just saying. Probably more sanitary than trying to stick your bare hand down a storm drain."

"I love you," Buck tells him, and he feels Eddie's shoulder shake slightly with laughter before he straightens up.

"Love you too," he says. "Now come on, let's get started on this rescue operation. Though I think our patient is gonna need a thorough hose-down before we can transport him."

Buck snickers into Eddie's shirt. His eyes aren't wet, because that would be dumb. He rubs his cheek against the warm cotton anyway before lifting his head. "You're such a dork."

Eddie grins at him, ruffled and lovely in the afternoon sunlight. "Just trying to follow proper triage protocol here."

"Dork," Buck repeats, but he leans in to steal a brief kiss before they get the rescue operation underway.

[satorusugurugurl]

Hi, y’all!

Tis the season!

Spooky season! It's one of my favorite times of the year. And what else comes with Spooky Season~?

🎃 Kinktober! 🎃

Some of you have sent me prompts and ideas, which I greatly appreciate! I'm excited to start writing for these, but I will need some more!

Please send me a theme/kink for:

👻Marie’s Kinktober!🎃

Please keep in mind that I don't write for minor characters, non-con, bodily waste, or anything I'm not comfortable with. I probably won't answer these questions, but I will add them to this list! Next month, there will be no new series/updates. (Both current series should be done by the end of this month)

And I see all of you Ghostface lovers in my inbox 😈 I might have to cook something special.

Prompts!

1. Ghost- Choso

2. Reincarnation Smut -Toji

3. Monster Smex -Sukuna

4. Criminal/Detective- Nanami

5. Dress Up/Costume- Gojo

6. Haunted House- Geto

7. Vampire- Geto

8. Ghostface- Geto

9. Werewolf- Gojo

10. Beetlejuice- Choso

11. Pennywise- Gojo

12. Incubus- Gojo

13. Vampire Hunter- Toji

14. Friday the 13th- Sukuna

15. Halloween Costume Party- Nerd!Geto

16. Trick or Treat (Breeding) - Geto

17. Cowboys- Geto

18. Omega Verse- Wolf!Suguru

19. Skimpy Costume- SatoSugu

20. Tangled AU- Geto

21. Halloween Carnival- JJK Men

22. Trick(aphrodisiac Chocolate) -Geto

23. Your Costume?!- JJK Men

24.Sleeping Beauty (Somo)- JJK Men

25. Overtime (oral)- Geto

26. Frankenstein -Kenjaku/Geto

27. A Quiet Place- Geto

28. Omegaverse- SatoSugu

29. Count Dracula- Gojo

30.

31. Pheromone Perfume while trick or treating- JJK Men

These will be drabbles! (or I'll try to keep them as drabbles, but we all know how I am!) 🤣💚

Much Spooky Love!

Marie! 🧡

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Revenant!Jazz ideas:

Continuing from this DPxDC prompt of mine, I’ve had some more thoughts about Jasmine Fenton and Revenants, especially where it concerns DC lore and Jason Todd in particular.

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In my original post, @starlightcat04 asked whether or not Jazz’s eyes would glow toxic green too. I propose that, no, they wouldn’t.

While it’s a common head canon that Ectoplasm is heavily influenced by emotions, Jazz’s Ecto-contamination is bone deep and pure, unlike Jason’s. So no, I don’t believe her eyes would glow green.

They turn from the teal she had in life to a smoldering green that reflects light just like a feline, with a heavily damaged sclera that is perceived as black in low lighting, with ash grey veins spreading from her eye sockets down to her jaw like tears.

Her once bright hair turns from a lively orange-ish red to the color of cooling embers.

That which caused her death, a punctured artery is half-way healed by the time Jazz reanimates in the crematorium, so not only is she supposed to be dead still, she also has to be very careful with her movements otherwise she could very well bleed out again before she is fully healed.

What else changes with Revenant!Jazz?

In exchange for a higher mental processing and the high damage absorption of Revenants, Jazz loses most (almost all) of her memories of her life. What she does remember is thankfully not her death, but rather Danny’s, his death scream and ghostly wail overlap in her mind, at times causing severe headaches and nausea.

(According to his wiki page, Jason spent a year in a coma and as an amnesiac vagrant, therefore it’s not entirely without precedent that Jazz wouldn’t keep hers.)

Her Ecto-contamination has to factor in a lot though.

Jason was revived by Superboy-Prime’s Reality Shattering Punch. Jazz was reanimated by her own willpower, aided by Ecto to allow her body to heal and regress the stages of rigor mortis.

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What does Jazz need to accomplish as a Revenant?

In the original prompt I wrote that Jazz returned to keep Danny safe- broad enough for a prompt, but what exactly does “safe” for a halfa entail?

Let’s list the major threats to Danny’s health, beginning with the obvious: the Ghost Investigation Ward and The Fenton Parents.

The Fentons are capable of tracking Phantom by his Ecto-signature, creating and having created weaponry specifically designed to target the ghost in question, to which they pass that tech on to the GIW.

If Danny remains in Gotham, the ambient Ecto will scramble the tech over enough of a distance, but if Danny were in a line up of three people right next to a GIW agent he’d be clocked almost immediately.

So, the Fentons and the GIW have to go. How does this happen?

The greatest irony I could possibly inflict on these anti-ghosters- becoming ghosts themselves. I won’t go into detail about what my brain jumped to when I thought about that outcome, but let’s just say it was pretty dark.

(And karmically well-deserved.)

#3 on the list depends on where Danny is when Jazz is finished with numbers 1 & 2 on her list.

If Danny is is Gotham and staying there for the long haul, then I believe this girl would take one look at Batman’s rogue gallery and nope them so hard everyone in Gotham gets the sense of their world about to be rocked, but the ones she gunning for the most?

(Joker, Bane, Manbat, Firefly, Madhatter, Riddler…)

They get the sensation that someone just walked over their non-existent graves.

(I got a little gleeful demented imagining Jazz just straight up ripping Manbat’s wings clean off, burning Firefly alive and throwing a detoxed Bane into a crowd of vengeful Gothamites.)

(Jazz learns that Joker killed a young hero with a crowbar and a bomb. She’s fully onboard with turnabout being fair play when it comes to that Pennywise reject.)

(I can’t even begin to list every rogue Jazz cuts down, it she doesn’t kill all of them, just most of their number.)

(Gotham celebrates for weeks.)

(I’m not sure whether or not Jazz kills the four mentioned previously in a couple of nights, one night or over a a few months, but it doesn’t take as long as one might think.)

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What’s next for Revenant!Jazz?

I’m still writing The Regent series, so I doubt I’ll come back to this for a while, but I’ll still be posting ideas and whatnot about Revenant!Jazz. There’s still plenty to explore here, and I have a pretty angst/bittersweet ending for Jazz in mind I want to talk about later.

If you have any ideas to add, please feel free to comment! If anyone does write this, please let me know so I can read it!