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a mermay collection is in the making over at @chershare​‘s server. putting this up pre-emptively so that i can url up the pics and prompts. anybody seeing this from outside the server absolutely feel free to use these prompts as well or to submit to the collection. heads up that the prompts don’t follow a strict week by week, but rather are in eight day sets, just to make more rounded numbers.

you can find the collection at ABYSSAL_ZONE on ao3. once again, please feel free to use and submit to the collection 🦑🦑💜

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ABYSSAL_ZONE. Deep Ocean Lo-Fi Beats to Read Fic To (aka a mermay collection by cher shares discord server). [Banner with a background of light filtering through murky water with suspended particulate]

May 1 - May 8. Sun-gold sands, I'll play with these. Tide. Coral. Sunlight. Venom. Gravity. Enchant. Secret. Euphoria. [First set of prompts, background of sunlight rippling through shallow ocean waters onto sand]

May 9 - May 17. Here on the edge of silence, half-afraid. Storm. Dignity. Twilight. Lantern. Stranger. Majestic. Siren. Scales. [Second set of prompts, background of sunlight rippling through deep ocean waves]

May 18 - May 26. I brought to you a dream. Scavenger. Innocence. Midnight. Healing. Lost. Sailor. Song. Kindred. [Third set of prompts, background of a deep ocean floor with sediment covering rocks]

May 27 - May 31. And there are those for whom we weep. Hunger. Abyss. Leviathan. Isolation. Affection. Unnatural. Glow. Pride. [Fourth set of prompts, background of bioluminescent waves]

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Ask and you shall receive!

ColdFlash Prompt 1

Doc Allen introduces his favourite cellmate to his son.

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Just a reminder that there's two prompt collections for the Dresden Files. Both will be closed by the end of December. There are some pretty fun prompts waiting to be filled out.

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Feel free to submit as many prompts as you’d like, and you can even submit the Google form multiple times.

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30 Ways to Make an Angel Fall from Grace

A Tainted Wings collection of 30 erotic prompts

A NaNoWriMo 2022 Project

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A collection of 30 prompts written in 2017. It was once uploaded onto AO3, but was taken down for edits. 

30 Ways is a finished first draft of 30 different erotic prompts about the sexcapades of Ophiel, who is an angel, with Rhareth and Iarilan, an incubus and succubus, who run the bar/club The Rotten Eden in Hell. 

This collection is intended to be read without prior knowledge of the characters or world. The acts depicted are all canon within the world of Tainted Wings and the characters unless otherwise noted. 

30 Ways needs heavy edits as it is full of old writing, bad dialogue, awkward descriptions and sentences, and Ophiel’s pronouns need to be changed as her gender identity changed after writing this collection. 

Usually NaNoWriMo is a month to pen a new story, but this year I needed something a little easier and more doable as it is OT and busy season for my job. I also wanted to practice editing, as its what I am weakest with in regards to my writing journey. 

I plan on blogging every day, or every few days, about my work on this story and my process. I may also post some snippets comparing the old version and new version. If I finish by the end of the month, I hope to also upload the entire collection onto AO3 for free!

Want to keep up with updates? Let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist!

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Rune Factory 5 - Alice/Priscilla - Gotcha Covered

This work was to fulfill a prompt on Ao3, and it features the Alice/Priscilla pairing. I hope you enjoy!

EDIT (7/5/23): I have also added the story here if you don't feel like accessing Ao3.

Rating: General

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category(ies): F/F

Fandom(s): Rune Factory 5

Relationship(s): Alice/Priscilla

Character(s): Alice, Priscilla, Lucy, Scarlett

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe, AU, Coffee Shop Alternate Universe, Coffee Shop AU, College, University, Comfort, Rain

Language: English

Summary: After having some hot chocolate at a coffee shop, Priscilla waits for the bus back to her dorm room, when she realizes she forgot her umbrella. Luckily, someone has her covered.

Start Author’s Note: This is a Coffee Shop AU in a modern-day setting.

Gotcha Covered

-Priscilla-

It was cold and rainy – basically, the opposite kind of day that Priscilla typically enjoyed.

That was the reason she had decided to go to The Silo today. She’d been hounded by her best friend Lucy about visiting the coffee shop. The hyperactive girl hardly needed the additional caffeine in her diet, but Lucy still visited the place almost daily, despite it being somewhat out of the way.

Even though there were plenty of similar establishments near their university that Priscilla herself had frequented, Lucy swore that The Silo had the best of everything. Especially their hot chocolate.

Priscilla had a severe sweet-tooth, which some would say bordered on obsession. Priscilla thought it odd to ride the bus from their dorm to visit The Silo, only to have to ride back to make it to their first class in the morning. Nonetheless, her friend’s persistence eventually won out, and Priscilla decided to try the place out.

“Brr! It’s so chilly today.” Priscilla shuffled over to the bus stop, eyeing the bench. Rubbing her hands together and blowing on them, she hurried over and claimed a seat. She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and texted Lucy that she was on her way back. A few moments later, she received a confirmation from her roommate, saying that she’d meet Priscilla at the bus stop in front of their dorm.

Priscilla pocketed her phone quickly, not wanting the cold droplets to collect on the screen. When Lucy had finally convinced her to go, the roommate had quickly realized that she had forgotten to finish up a homework assignment that was due today. Priscilla wasn’t surprised, but she did think it odd that Lucy had insisted that she go to The Silo without her.

Priscilla had assured her friend that she could wait, but with the back and forth of transportation, it would most likely make them either late to class, or feel rushed at The Silo, which wasn’t the first-time experience Lucy wanted her to have.

Which was why Priscilla sat on the bench alone, hoping that the bus would arrive sooner rather than later. She had checked the time on her phone earlier, and as long as the bus arrived when it was scheduled to, she shouldn’t have any problem making it to class.

Really feeling the rain, which was falling at an increasingly faster rate, Priscilla rummaged through her purse, feeling for her umbrella. She felt everything else – wallet, room key, make-up, a calculator for her math classes – but not her umbrella.

“Drat!” she cursed to herself. She must have left it at The Silo. She’d been so distracted making it to the bus stop in time that she must’ve forgotten it on the table.

She weighed her options. She would probably have enough time to run back and fetch it, but what if the bus happened to be early? If she missed this one, she would definitely be late, which, though not a big deal for many, was a big deal for her. She would rather die than have to feel the entire class’s eyes on her as she slowly slinked over to her seat. Her professor was nice, but they tended to make jokes, so she was sure that they’d make a comment at her expense.

So, she decided to just wait it out. Hopefully, The Silo would hold onto it for her, and she could come back tomorrow with Lucy to pick it up.

The rain was starting to soak into her hair, the pink strands sticking to her face. As she breathed more heat onto her hands, she noticed that the breath itself was visible. It was late autumn, which was why she was wearing a coat. However, it didn’t have a hood, so she was unable to cover her head, which was starting to get uncomfortably damp.

“Whew! I made it.” The sudden voice caused Priscilla to jump and look up towards to source. All she saw was pink.

“Um, hello?”

The stranger must have realized that Priscilla couldn’t seem them past the umbrella. “Oh! Sorry about that! I was just so excited that I caught up to you.” The stranger’s voice was bright and warm, the complete opposite of the current weather. They moved the umbrella slightly so that they could sit next to her, both of them being protected from the rain.

“C-Caught up to me?” Had this person been stalking her? She hadn’t felt anyone’s eyes on her, but she had been somewhat distracted making it back to the bus stop. She met the stranger’s eyes, which were a vibrant green.

“Yeah! I mean, Scarlett noticed that you had forgotten your umbrella at The Silo, so I ran over to catch up to you. I guessed you were headed for the bus, and turns out I was right! Lucky, huh?” The stranger laughed, and now that Priscilla realized where this person was from, she calmed down a bit.

She looked closer at the stranger, and took in the rest of her. Her hair was blonde, and was partially covered by a pink cap that was so dark, some might consider it red. She had a matching apron, with a white t-shirt and black pants. Definitely a barista.

“Thank you very much for… returning my umbrella.” Priscilla reached out a hand to take it so that the other woman could leave, but the barista moved her hand away before she could.

“Of course! But please, let me hold it for you, at least until your bus comes.” The woman smiled at her. It was so bright and cheerful that Priscilla couldn’t help smiling back.

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Ah, I should probably introduce myself.” The woman laid her free hand on her chest. “I’m Alice! I’m a barista at The Silo. Scarlett is my coworker, and she was the one who served you.”

Ah. So that’s who this Scarlett was. She remembered a woman with serious red eyes and light blue hair tied back into a ponytail. Her uniform had been the same as Alice’s, though instead of pink, it had been green. Maybe to denote a rank or seniority?

“She had her hands full, so she ordered– er, told me to get this back to you.” Alice chuckled, her cheeks a light pink.

“Well, Alice, thank you for taking the time to deliver this to me. I’m very grateful.” She felt like she was saying ‘thank you’ too much, but she couldn’t think of what else to say. Lucy was usually by her side, and she tended to be the active communicator either between themselves or with other people.

Alice nodded. Her blush deepened as she looked up and down at Priscilla, her green eyes roaming. Priscilla felt her own face redden as the two said nothing.

The barista finally met her gaze once more, and her smile widened. “Tell me if I’m barking up the wrong tree here, but you’re really pretty. Especially with that rainswept look you’ve got going on.”

Oh! So that’s why she’d been staring. To be honest, Priscilla herself had been staring a bit, but she had thought it was just because this woman was so energetic, that it was hard to look away.

Maybe it had been for another reason?

 “Th-Thank you. You’re… pretty too.” Priscilla looked away. Had the bus shown up yet?

She heard Alice laugh. “Why thank you! I try.” Priscilla looked back. “Though, it’s hard to look attractive when I’m wearing a barista uniform.”

“N-Nonsense, you look attractive!” Realizing what she had just said, Priscilla’s eyes widened. “I-I mean, you look pretty regardless of what you’re wearing.”

Priscilla sat there, wishing that the bus would not only arrive, but run her over after such a blatant verbal misstep. Alice was just being nice, a barista serving her customer, but Priscilla had been so flattered that she’d said too much.

Alice watched her, her smile melting into one of… contentment? Good, maybe she hadn’t really noticed how she’d said she was attractive. Maybe she’d thought it was just reiterating that the barista uniform didn’t detract from her appearance, rather than an admittance of… something more.

“Hey, don’t worry so much. I asked if I was barking up the wrong tree for a reason.” Alice gently placed her free hand on Priscilla’s, rubbing her thumb across the backs of her fingers. “I think you’re attractive too. I should have been more straightforward. My uh… ‘game’ could use some work, or so I’ve been told.” Her voice had turned to an annoyed mutter at the end. Huh. Sounds like her friends had teased her about it.

The feel of a warm hand on hers, as well as Alice’s self-deprecating response, made Priscilla’s chest flutter in a bubbly sort of way. Before she knew it, she was giggling. “Your ‘game’ seems perfectly adequate to me. I’m just… not great around people, so I find it hard to pick up cues sometimes.”

“I see. Well, that’s good. I knew you had to have some sort of flaw, since you’re so beautiful and kind. It wouldn’t be fair to have it all!” Alice laughed, squeezing her hand.

“You seem to be very unfair if that’s the case,” Priscilla responded. She surprised herself with how smooth that had come out.

Alice’s eyes widened. “Pretty, kind, and flirty? I think I just hit the jackpot!” She moved her hand off of Priscilla’s, and reached into her apron pocket. She pulled out her phone and unlocked it. “If it’s not too much to ask, could I get your number? I’d love to talk with you more, maybe over a cup of…?”

“Hot chocolate.” Priscilla filled in the blank for her. A small smile formed on her face. “Sure.” She reached out and took Alice’s phone, entering her contact information into it.

She handed it back, and saw Alice’s eyes scan over the screen. “Priscilla…” she sounded out the name. She almost purred it, and Priscilla felt her heartbeat quicken slightly. “I’ll remember that.”

The two stared at each other, until Priscilla noticed Alice look over her head. “Great timing!” Priscilla turned her gaze towards what Alice was staring at, and saw that the bus was slowly pulling up to the curb.

Alice handed Priscilla her umbrella. “I’ll text you later, ‘kay?” She winked.

Priscilla swallowed thickly, practically forcing a response out of her throat. “O-Okay.”

She stood up, closing the umbrella as she walked up to the bus, its doors slowly opening. As she climbed the steps and got situated into a seat, she looked out the window to see Alice looking at her. The barista waved, and Priscilla gave a small wave back.

As the bus drove away from the curb, Priscilla watched as Alice turned and made her way back to, presumably, The Silo.

Sighing contentedly, Priscilla leaned back into her seat, and closed her eyes.

End Author’s Note: I haven’t really written a character that just comes out and says they’re attracted to someone, so this was fun to write. Hope you enjoyed!

[jmrothwell]

Feb & Mar 2023 Prompts

To Follow Where You Are (T) ; tumblr

Reggie’s sleepy morning is interupted by feelings and revelations that refuse to be ignored any longer. (Reggie/Carrie)

Not All Treasure’s Gold (M) ; 

Luke and Julie were up to something, Reggie just wasn’t entirely sure what. (ReggieLuke/Julie)

Cold as Ice (G) ; tumblr

Willie marches into the cabin, stomping the snow off their boots and searching for anyone who might be willing to help warm him up.

Reggie has nestled himself nicely on the sofa. Relaxed back idly reading a book. Perfect. (Willie/Reggie)

Want This to Last (G) ; tumblr

Carrie’s night alone is (happily) interrupted. (Carrie/Flynn/Julie)

Like Never Before (G) ; tumblr

It was a joke. Reggie knew it had been a joke…right? He played it off like it was a joke. So Luke wasn’t entirely sure why it kept bothering him the way it did, and at the most random of times. Never when Luke thought it should have happened upon later contemplation. (Luke/Reggie)

With a Taste of Your Lips (G) ; tumblr

Sometimes the worst part of Alex’s job had to be the waiting. Another 4 minutes, that was how long he’d give Willie to turn up. Already longer than he should be risking. (Alex/Willie)

Keeping a Moment (T) ; tumblr

“There’s no way we’re all fitting in there.” Alex muttered as he eyed the small photo booth dubiously. (Alex/Willie/Luke)

Leave All This to Yesterday (G) ; tumblr

Reggie’s not sure how long he stays there. It doesn’t feel like very long at all but eventually there’s a warm pull deep within his chest. A gentle tug he can’t help but smile at.

Julie’s wondering where he wandered off to. (Reggie,Julie)

Let the Rain Pour (G) ; tumblr

Flynn scowled out the window, at the rain that had steadily been coming down since second period. Of all the times for the weatherman to be actually right. They grumbled as they gathered their things once the final bell rang. “Please tell me you brought an umbrella with you.” (Flynn/Julie, pre-Flynn/Julie/Reggie)

So Close And Still So Far (G) ; tumblr

Julie's finger lands on his lips, silencing him. “Reggie shh,” she whispers through more quiet giggles and a broad smile he hasn’t seen in weeks. (Reggie/Julie)

Dream to Me (G) ; 

Reggie Peters has a date with Will Byers who has just moved to town. (Reggie/Will Byers)

Kiss it Better (G) ; tumblr

Super short Alex and Reggie hurt/comfort fic (Alex,Reggie)

Come Up for Coffee? (T) ;  

He didn’t want their time together to end. He suspected Alex didn’t either even if he didn’t say as much. (Willie/Alex)

So I Don’t Lose You (G) ;  tumblr

“I promise you no matter what happens, I’ll always come back to you.” (Reggie/Julie)

But I'm Livin' (T) ; tumblr

“I said I wouldn’t let anything happen to you guys.” (Reggie/Julie)

The Devil Searching For Redemption (T) ; 

Despite all the warnings Luke never expected to find himself caught in the middle of a summoning circle, the glyphs and lines still faintly glowing, a mixture of subtle gold and vibrant lavender. Furthermore, he didn’t expect Reggie and Alex to be caught in the same circle. (Julie/Reggie/Luke)

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omg can we please have more king lando and navy captain carlos as husbands adventures? ❤️

Hi anon! You know, I actually kinda wanted to write more about it (just like I wanted to write more about most of the stories in there, I mean so much prompts, so much possibilities), I just kinda gave up the idea when I saw no comment on it, which, I’ll admit, murdered my excitement? desire for it? Mmh, I still have a few idea so I’ll expose them to you if you don’t mind staying with me a bit longer 😊

It’s about this short story in my prompts collection named One Hundred Wishes.

First of all, I think it’ll deserve a bigger part on the past and what happened then, the heartbreak Lando lived through, growing up with a brother that didn’t like him and with a forever crush on his childhood friend who was definitely more of a childhood friend of his brother and in love with his brother. In the story, I mentioned the fact that Lando took after Charles when he left and ended as a king, but if I had to write about it, it’ll be like this; secretly, Lando always wished for Charles to disappear, because he had everything he wanted at that time, and that’s why he always made sure to work twice as hard, to learn everything double, until his head was hurting, to learn good etiquette and sword until his fingers were aching. He wanted to be king, because he thought that could be the only way he would find happiness and a way out of his misery and loneliness, maybe if he was king then he would be worthy of Carlos’ attention, of Charles’ acknowledgement. It was the only way for him to actually hold onto something, to have a goal.

Lando didn’t even bother trying to hang out with his brother by now. He knew what he always knew deep down, he was a third wheel. He had no place between Charles and Carlos, he wasn’t important enough. Charles didn’t even like him and Carlos probably only bore him, because it was his duty as a trained guard. It was the most painful realization of his life, all of a sudden; the only two people he held close in his life didn’t care about him. Lando fell asleep crying that night and woke up with bitterness on his tongue, his whole being carrying a loneliness a kid should never have learned. His broken heart would now be his strongest weapon and source of will. Maybe, maybe there could be some worth left in him. Maybe if he became useful then he would be able to hang out with his brother and his friend once again and not out of pity. Knowledge poured into his mind and slowly wrapped itself around his wounded feelings, a real snake, but what seemed like venom was rather the truth. Playing the model prince would not grant his wish.

Then I would probably focus on the scene about Charles running away. The way he would have planned it, at first walking slowly toward his coronation, before deciding against at the very last minute (he fled two days before it happened). The chaos in the kingdom when they learned about those events, Lando would be of stone at first, unable to react, to think, because it’s so unthinkable for him that Charles would be irresponsible like this and would leave his whole kingdom and his beloved behind. Then a bit of rejoicing because it’s finally happening, he’s finally gone, and Lando feels relief before he gets his hands on Carlos who has literally being destroyed by Charles’ departure, losing all meaning to his life, and there it’s a hard landing for Lando that learns with bitterness that he’s truly not enough.

No euphoria of his departure could actually mask the price that had been paid, that’s what Lando couldn’t help thinking as he sat at Carlos’ bedside. The guard had been devastated when he heard the news and some servants told him he spent days looking for Charles everywhere, persuaded he wouldn’t have left without him. Lando found him wandering in the gardens, looking like a shell of himself, barely able to walk anymore, for the price of the exhaustion of having walked three days straights without drinking, eating or sleeping, being too heavy even on his strong shoulders. Lando tenderly pushed away some strands of hair from his sweaty forehead, biting his lips to contain his tears. He had to be stronger than this, strong enough for two. He just felt irritated and tired. It was so unfair, why could he only have Charles’ leftovers? A bigger emotion took him to the throat. How could he do this ? If Charles loved Carlos even only a dozen from what Lando felt, how could he leave him behind ? Lando was truly helpless. A broken heart. He was living for years with a broken heart, he wasn’t entitled to even think of a way to heal it.

There would also be a part about Lando actually trying to help Carlos to feel better. I can imagine him trying a lot of different aspects, because he knows Carlos very well, he’s in the end as much of a childhood friend than Charles is, except that he spent more time observing Carlos and trying to catch hold of his preferences and of his likes and dislikes. It would take a lot of time for him to manage to make Carlos smile and bring some life back into him, but it would definitely be his main objective now that he is king. The moment that would make the scale tip in his favor would be when Lando decides to get Carlos in the navy, first to learn and then as the royal commander of it. In brief, Carlos has been reassigned to Lando as his personal guard after Charles left, since his mission was to protect the royal heir or the king when he would become it. Lando decides to free Carlos of his oath to put him where he should be, to his eyes.

“I’m home, your majesty.” Carlos announced as he knelt in front of the throne, taking his head to kiss the back of it. Lando smiled a little, pleased by his return. He didn’t want to admit but it felt lonely without him and he was always waiting for him to be back. It also seemed nice to him as a daily life, to think Carlos would always return to him, would never leave. Probably naive, but really nice. “Good. Was your expedition successful ?” He dismissed all other people in his throne room, who anyway used to his demand, have already made their way toward the exit. He watched with wonder Carlos’ eyes lighten up. He had doubts at first, he didn’t know if letting him sail was a good idea; after all it would remind him of Charles, but in the end Carlos really did love, no, adore it. “And then, Dan laughed it off but- oh I’m sorry, your majesty, am I talking too much for your liking?” Lando realized with displeasure he missed most of his story, fixated on his own thoughts. He blinked, apprehension now fully sat on Carlos’ features, and he blurted out, “I want to make you captain.” It wasn’t supposed to be like this. God, all of those courses of good etiquette, of strategy, to get distracted in a simple conversation like this. What a helpless idiot he was. “W-What- L-Lando ... your majesty-” “We’re alone, could you quit calling me that ?” Lando got up, laid his crown on his throne and started to pace, unable to calm himself down. “I won’t do it if you don’t want to, Carlos. I just thought ... you deserved this position more than anyone else.” He gulped, he couldn’t even look his friend in the eyes. He was terrified, he was still in love. Even after all of those years, it was terrible. He almost pulled back when he felt a hand on his. “I’d love to.” Carlos said with a soft smile. “But I do not think I’m qualified for it. Others would deserve the captain title more than I do.” Lando felt indignation raise in his throat, he barely contained it. “That’s not true.” As he said those words, Carlos’ eyes lit with interest and something deeper he couldn’t read. “Have you seen how quickly you adapted to your new functions ? You have talent and you were made to sail, Carlos. You will be captain of the royal navy. I have no other request, than for you to always make it home, no matter how far you go.” It was some risky words. Calling this kingdom, this castle, himself, home. Yet, Carlos only smiled and grabbed his hand to kiss its back, once again. “I’ll sure do, Lando.”

There would be the part about Lando sending the ring to Carlos I think. It has been a terrifying choice for him to make. It was finally admitting that he really felt this love all along but also making Carlos realize that he loved him. He didn’t want Carlos to accept his proposal out of pity, he felt like it was a dead end, he regretted his gesture as soon as it was made. Then Charles appears and turns things upside down. After, Charles is gone, Lando and Carlos try to spend time together, but it’s a bit uncertain, precarious. Charles’ appearance really damaged Lando’s confidence and Carlos realizes it quickly enough. It’s his turn to make amends and to try to convince Lando of his will, of his love. It would probably be something along the lines, them having sex for the first time together, Carlos introducing Lando to his friends, them doing some ‘ordinary activities’ like horse ride in the kingdom or getting him on his ship to sail for the first time of his life.

Lando never had been attracted by the sea. It scared him, the way it seemed infinite, the way some people never came back from it, like his parents. It was probably why Charles had sought the seas so much, finding shelter in their mysteries and the promise to escape his destiny. Lando laid a shaky hand on the wooden edge of the ship, as Carlos started to give orders to his men. He was really, really handsome. The sun seemed to caress his skin, in the light, his eyes looked like gold. He tightened his hold on the edge as they left the land. All of a sudden, he wasn’t sure of his choice. He had accepted Carlos’ proposal on a whim, he wanted to know more about this side of Carlos after all. “Are you okay, mi vida ?” Carlos asked, tender, an arm around his waist. He nodded hastingly, unable to form a correct answer. But as another wave hit the ship, throwing them off balance, he drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes to tame his anxiety. Carlos sighed softly to his ear and Lando felt crushed. What if he was disappointing him by acting this way. He didn’t know what to do anymore. Carlos helped him to stand patiently, “Open you eyes for me, corazón, I’m with you, you have nothing to fear. I promise it’s a nice view.” Lando bit his lips but slowly pushed himself to open his eyes. Blinking, he focused on what he had in front of him. A blue deep sea. All around them. Ever changing, constantly in movement, sparkling as the sun was to be reflected on it. He stood for a moment, dazzled, mesmerized. “It’s beautiful isn’t it. I know why you fear it, my king, but I swear to you I’ll always make sure to come home to you. I’ll bring you the treasures of the seven seas only for you to be able to hold them in your palms.” Lando turns around and lays his hands on Carlos shoulders, nearing his neck. He looks him in the eyes, his now lover, his broken heart, his knight. “I don’t care for those treasures. You’re the greatest treasure I could have ever found.”

Of course we have a wedding. I’m thinking some extra scenes as Lando meeting other kings and participating to balls, Carlos being jealous when he sees him dance with someone else and interrupting the moment just at the right time for it not to be a diplomatic incident but still giving off rude and possessive vibes a bit. Also, Lando being poisoned at some point and Carlos sailing to look for the antidote and maybeeee having to team with Charles to find the flower that is the antidote? That could make a great plot. Carlos being wounded during one of his trip could happen. I’ve been extra careful on how I was using the different characters because there could be much more roles to attribute, may it be royalty, Carlos’ crew and Charles’, but as for Charles, I put some clues as for one of them. Pierre is indeed part of Charles’ crew and they have a complicated relationship, as they slept together and Charles told his story for Pierre, the fact half of his heart stayed with Carlos, while Pierre was in love with Charles. They met at the very beginning of Charles’ escape and Pierre was actually the one to give him a chance. They sailed together in a small crew, gathering informations and money, until it was their turn to find (steal) a ship and find their own crew. Pierre was against sailing so close from Charles’ kingdom but Charles was obsessed with it and he pulled out his best arguments to convince the rest of their crew (none of them knew about Charles history). Well, this expedition went to hell and it’s easy to see.

They had sailed in the morning, empty handed or almost. They at least found some food and a new compass, but the mood was bad. Charles knew it was his own fault. Pierre had barely said anything to him since he had made his way back on the ship. Charles felt heartbroken and, at the same time, it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. Maybe it was the weight of the years between them, he couldn’t believe Carlos had chosen to be with Lando. “You don’t understand, Charles, but I don’t think I owe you any explanation. You left, how could you expect things to stay the way they were ? Lando deserves me more than you do, and I love him more than I love you.” That was what Carlos had told him. Ouch. This had been a hard blow but he couldn’t do anything to fix the past. But the present ... “I think I owe you all an explanation.” He said after gathering his crew on the deck of his ship. “I was meant to be the king of this kingdom, but I always wanted to sail seas, so I ran away. I’m sorry about what happened, I put all of us at risk because of my selfishness. I hope you can forgive me.” His declaration was welcomed with a lot of different reaction. Some were shocked, others were smug, while some still looked annoyed. Charles raised his eyes just in time to see Pierre entering the cabin. He went after him immediately. As he closed the door, he found his lover examining some maps. “Pierre ...” “Don’t. Don’t you dare saying anything. You think I’m an idiot ? I warned you, I told you it would be dangerous and risky, and yet you didn’t listen to a word I said! You ran straight toward danger, it’s against everything we promised each other, you threw it all to the bin like it meant nothing to you !” “I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry, Pierre! I needed to do it, I needed to put an end to my past, I-” “You wanted him to sail with us.” And Pierre spat this as if it was some venom. “You kissed him desperately, do you think I wouldn’t hear the two of you ? How would it have worked, huh ? Would you have tried to do both of us ? Would you have finally made a choice in your freaking life ? Was I just a replacement and meant to disappear as soon he would have accepted to sail with you ?” Charles couldn’t find the right words. His voice was weak in his throat, his hands shaking. “I was stupid to think I’d ever be enough for you. I should have left the moment you told me your story. Now leave my cabin, please, if you have some decency left...” “You never were a replacement! You always have been something different, Pierre, please. I was desperate, I was stupid, but you’re my present and he’s my past. Yes, part of my heart stayed with him, stayed in this kingdom, but the rest of it is all yours, I ... we started our adventure together, I don’t want it to end, please, don’t leave, I ...” Pierre sighed deeply. Charles tried to wipe his tears with his sleeve. It was humiliating, but it was his fault, he knew that. What a crybaby he was. Sometimes, he felt like he was braver when he fled his kingdom than he is today. He didn’t want to lose Pierre like this. Maybe that was the part of being a heir that never quite left him, he was never satisfied of what he had. Pierre got up. That was it, he was leaving the room. Charles had fucked up beyond repair. He bit his lips, riveted his eyes to the ground, and felt surprise wash over him as Pierre embraced him. “How could I leave this ship, you silly, you wouldn’t know how to navigate without me.” It should have stinged his pride. It didn’t, though. Charles was just relieved. 

Well, that’s all for me I guess ? It’s a lot of ideas stocked in my head (as always) and I wanted very much to answer to your ask anon since you had the kindness to come to me. Thank you ! 🥰

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[trafficzine]

Hi I was wondering how you would prefer the prompts to be written, is there a specific format?

There's no specific format, just describe the scene to the best of your ability! And make sure to tell us in which episode we can find it. That's all!

(You can also submit as many prompts and secret tasks as you can come up with~)

[youcalledsworld]

DP x DC prompt

Time traveling Danny Phantom doing missions for Clockwork. On these missions he makes friends and learns about the culture. He always comes back with souvenirs they can be clothes, weapons, books, anything really.

Aquaman invites the Justice League to his birthday party in Atlantis. Everyone was happy to come especially Phantom who was so excited because he hasn't visited Atlantis in a while. Before Arthur could ask what he meant by that Phantom flew away.

Cue Phantom showing up in traditional royal Atlantean clothing that hasn't been worn in hundreds of years because the material went extinct. Now Danny has to fight off Queen Mera and historians demanding he hands it over, while he is refusing to because a kind man gifted it to him for helping save his son and daughter.

[badassbutterfly1987]

Okay so-

I made a fandom prompt collection. No specific rules or instructions, so everyone has the freedom for whatever prompts they want. Want to fulfill your own prompt? Go ahead!

The collection is specifically for 2024. If this year goes well and the fandom likes it, there's room for a new one next year. :)

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Shades_Of_Magic_Prompts_2024/profile

[spacedace]

Quick dp x dc prompt:

The BatFam finds out via getting tagged a million times on any and all social media sites that Damian apparently got drunkenly married to Jon & Elle while the three were in Las Vegas.

And that alone is making them all lose their collective minds, but somehow there's yet still more on top of that punch in the face because apparently the three didn't get married as Damian Wayne, Jon Kent and Elle Nightingale.

Oh no, that'd be way too easy to handle when it came to how the press and wider world reacted to the youngest son and until very recently one of the most eligible bachelors in the world getting married at three in the morning in a haunted-house themed 24-hour Vegas chapel by a guy dressed up like Zombie Elvis.

No, instead the three of them got married as civilian Damian Wayne and very much not civilians Superboy/Jon-El the Son of Superman and Nomad/Stella Phantom the Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms.

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also bonus meme stuff, this is absolutely how Damian, Jon and Elle greet the paparazzi upon stumbling out of the chapel and the images being shared absolutely everywhere. Steph frames them and hangs them up as the three's "Wedding Photos" because she finds it absolutely hilarious:

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Ancient of Space: Lair

I’ve seen Danny being the ancient of space pop up a few times. A lot of it interprets that as the ancient of outer space, but I propose he has dominion pver the concept of physical space. Clockwork has time, Danny would have space, making them the counterparts for each other

So, imagine if you will, Danny only recently coming into his spatial powers retreating to his lair in the Ghost Zone. It’s too dangerous to have uncontrolled spatial distortions just randomly appearing in the human world. 

His lair is an extension of himself. His spatial powers extend not just to himself, but to his lair. It connects to liminal spaces. Walking through school hallways after hours? One of those doors leads to his lair. All night diner with flickering florescent lights and you’re the only customer? Carefull going to the bathroom or you might just end up somewhere else. Closed down building, or even buildings that never were there. Sometimes at just the right time, places just exsist, and they all lead to Danny’s lair. Inside is an MC Escher esque labyrinth of rooms, hallways, tunnels, ever shifting as their connections to the human world alter and shift.

Enter the Batfam

I pick Tim for this. He sees a building he’s never seen before on a street he’s very familiar with. He checks the address. 

“Hey Oracle? Is there a 147 Becker street?”

“No, Becker street stops at 144 before merging into Roosevelt.”

“That’s what I thought, but I’m there, I see it right in front of me.”

“What?”

Tim is too curious for his own good, and probably a bit sleep deprived. He enters the building only to get turned around and not be able to find where he came in from. It wouldn’t be so concerning if the building didn’t seem to go on and on. 

Next thing we know, Danny finds Red Robin wandering around, completely lost in his lair. The tricky part is getting him out around the right area and time, because space and time are connected, and when one is weird, so is the other. They need to take the scenic route, much to the impatience of Red Robin. He eventually gets him close enough: Bloodhaven. Tim can always get a ride back from Dick, then he looks at his watch. 

It’s only been 30 minutes. He had been wandering for hours, yet only 30 minutes had passed. 

Que confusion and shenanigans when somehow, yet more Bats wander into Danny’s lair