#prompt eight

[ssavinggrace]

day eight, prompt day eight: god/immortal au

💀⚡️-jasico bingo challenge 2024-⚡️💀

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[the-one-you-thought-of-forever]

i hope the dark aura coming off of the eye counts as lighting? 😅

Thank you for your submission.

He personally really enjoys the type of imagery that is used in this piece.

It really bodes well with him.

Of course the darker aura counts as lighting as it's all up to the artist's interpretation.

The eye, him it's all so close to the truth.

Thank you for continuing to create for his entertainment.

[fanfictasia]

Whumpuary Prompt 8

Hostage/”You Look Awful” 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Nighttime Fear

Being captured by the Empire is the last thing any of them need right now. He needs to find a way out, but he’ll have to wait until there’s a chance of it. Probably, his brothers will be back soon – and that’s assuming Crosshair doesn’t beat them to it.

Which he does.

Crosshair’s in all black the same way he was in Hunter’s vision, and the… armor, or whatever it is, looks too tight and wrong on him. It makes him look even thinner than he already is, and he looks…

Hunter’s heart clenches tightly, painfully. Crosshair is… Dark now. They left him to that. Hunter can feel the Darkness radiating off him in rushing waves, the itching, burning desire to hurt. It’s a rage far stronger than he’s ever held before, something burning and dangerous enough to rip something to pieces without a shred of remorse.

What happened to him?

He’s so – thin. When was the last time he ate? He looks awful.

His eyes are gold, and it looks wrong. Almost terrifying. They’re icy. Merciless. He didn’t look like that when they fought on Kamino, and that was the darkest Hunter has ever seen him. He doesn’t mean to be scared, but he is.

The area around his eyes is dark, too, and Hunter has no idea if that’s from not sleeping or from the Dark Side. It could be either as much as the other.

There’s a scar on the side of his head now, and Hunter has no idea what could’ve caused it. It looks like… something burned across it, and the skin never really healed over it – it’s a rippling, twisted, horribly scarred burn spot, and Hunter could bet on all the worth of the Marauder that it wasn’t treated for a while after he got it.

Hunter is also going to murder whoever did that to him. Brutally.

Hunter can think of a million things to say when he sees him. “You look awful,” he says instead of any of them.

[puppetmaster13u]

Throughout the years, Danny and Ra's get into fights. Unfortunately for Ra's, Danny's a biter. Unfortunately for Danny, biting immortals are never a good idea. Especially when your own DNA is beyond messed up

Imagine the look on Ra's face when they guy he likes fighting shows up with a baby in hand and says, "congratulations, you're a father"

Repeat it two more times because Danny just doesn't learn

Ohohoho, now this is quite fun. And this could be completely new children, or, this could be the three Al Ghul children. Which if it is? Is hilarious. And hey, Dusan even has Danny's white hair and green eyes!

But seriously I love this. Logically, Danny should learn to not bite, in fact? He knows how to fight, and can do so without biting. He's just also a petty little shit who will go feral when fighting this one asshole [insert relationship here].

Even more hilarious if Danny shows up throughout time too. And it's not like they exactly explain to anyone on the outside of their [insert relationship here], which definitely leads to so many misunderstandings and rumors.

Love the idea if this is even a semi-normal ghost thing. Just, usually the mixing of ecto is done on purpose, and not usually having to be worried about happening via blood. But Danny? Is a halfa, meaning that he is half human. And if he bit anyone else, it would probably have no effect, except for the fact that the human mouth carries quite a bit of bacteria and en ecto-contaminated one more so. So for anyone else, biting is an actual good option, but Ras? Also ecto-contaminated via Lazarus Pit.

Which is a different type of ectoplasm, like comparing saltwater to freshwater, but is still ectoplasm. If anyone else bit anyone else, it wouldn't happen. But no, Danny just has to have the habit of biting his immortal sparring asshole of a rival-buddy. And said buddy better be fine with co-parenting otherwise he's taking child support.

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (412)

The hero glanced at their watch. The villain had been ranting about their evil plan for fifteen minutes.

The hero sighed. At this point, they wouldn’t get home until midnight.

[devildomwriter]

Solomon and MC sharing “fun” stories about their lives but it just horrifies everyone else.

Solomon being stuck at the bottom of the ocean, MC buying security cameras because of a neighbor, first time they almost died, etc. and they’re both laughing but everyone else is growing more panicked and reevaluating what they know about human life.

[brekitten]

The True Heir

Danyal Al Ghul was the one and only heir to the Demons Head.

Then, he died.

The obvious solution was to put him in the Lazarus Pits and resurrect him. Although there was always a risk of him going mad, the pros far outwayed the cons.

Except the Pit didn't give him back.

Ra's, unwilling to lose his perfect heir, turned to cloning. The result? Many, many failures, and finally, one Damian Al Ghul.

Damian wasn't perfect. Far from it, really. He differed from Danyal in such critical ways, from their mannerisms to their loyalties, but.

Ra's had his heir, and that was enough.

[deuynndoodles]

[id: two hannukah themed sketches featuring the main trio from danny phantom.

in the first, the camera is outside a window, looking into a cozy living room with the fireplace roaring. several menorahs lay on the windowsill. closer to the viewer, tucker holds a shamash and waves his hand erratically; sam laughs at him. an arrow declares that he's "on fire". further down the windowsill, danny floats in phantom form, lighting his menorah with ectoplasmic fire.

in the second, sam and danny sit on the floor, playing dreidel. tucker sits in a chair, watching them, eating a sufganiyah. there's a large pile of gelt in the pot, while sam and danny only have a couple pieces. a plate of sufganiyot and latkes sits next to danny. sam grins, ג (gimel) announcing her as the winner. danny looks at her, deadpan. end id]

happy hannukah!

[pricklenettle]

Eight ecto nights: giving

[magicicephoenix]

Erase - The Ink Demonth 2024 (Day 16)

Weird, huh? Almost like someone thought eight legs would be two too many and took action… or something.

[ottisbuns]

I think my favorite type of post is mutuals using tumblr as a diary, or overall just sending nonsensical thoughts related to things I have no further context of onto my dash.

Like you're so right bestie it IS unfair that you have to wake up and go to work. treatless. and you don't even have a tail you can wag. There is no justice in this world. Good night. Good morning. We are both alive, we are both living lives! Isn't that fun!

[the-one-you-thought-of-forever]

Good day to all 100 invitees and those who are not.

This marks the start of the fourth week (August 18th-24th).

I am sorry to inform that I am sick, so there will be no video for this prompt. I truly am sorry, and I hope to still see people having fun!

(Use "#the august challenge" and/or submit it to our blog so he may see.)

The prompts for this week are, happenstance and unforeseen.

The challenge for this week is lighting. (he wants to see how you guys do with lighting.)

Thank you all for participating for his entertainment.

[fanfictasia]

Whumpuary Alt Prompt 8

Fight 

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Leap of Faith

For a moment, everything freezes, and then, Crosshair unslings his rifle, aiming it. “Drop her,” he snarls, and Omega has never heard him so furious before, not even on Kamino when he and Hunter kept arguing.

The two men not holding her still, and then, one of them lunges for the blaster that they wrestled from her. A blaster bolt slices through the air, hitting him in the chest. He drops, dead.

“Anyone else?” Crosshair’s voice is low, dangerous, and if Omega didn’t know him, she would be terrified by him.

Maybe they don’t understand the warning note in his voice because they don’t back down, even though one of their own was just killed. Idiots. Instead, the man holding her reaches for a weapon of his own, but as his grip loosens, Omega slams her body weight into him, throwing him off balance enough for her to pull away. She darts towards the end of the alley, hearing shuffling behind her.

“Duck,” he orders, and she obeys immediately, rolling into a crouch, back to the wall. A blaster bolt flies over her head, right past where she just was, and Crosshair fires twice in rapid succession, dropping both of the men where they stand. He slings his rifle back over his shoulder, walking down the alley to retrieve his blaster.

“Are you alright?” he asks, stopping in front of her.

She stands, shakily, nodding. “They didn’t hurt me,” she promises.

“We need to move out. I hired a transport. The pilot is waiting on a platform not far from here.” He reaches out, hesitating for a moment, before taking her hand. “Can’t have you getting lost,” he says, though Omega can’t help but wonder if that’s really it. She can’t help but wonder if he was terrified for her, if he wants the reassurance that she’s safe.

But she doesn’t ask, because she knows he isn’t ready for questions like that. Instead, she squeezes his hand, and lets him guide her towards their destination.

[theminecraftbee]

hermit horror week day 1: season 8 or game mechanics

His teeth still taste like blood.

He's locked inside the belly of the Octagon. He doesn't know when he got there, but whoever wrestled him into it was smarter than Ren. They realized the full moon's light didn't reach the wiring. They realized it would give him time to down wolfsbane and silver nitrate. It also gave him time to throw it all up in the corner. If Doc were here, he'd be scolding Ren on the fact that silver nitrate is still a toxin and a disinfectant, and he should still be taking it in small doses, no matter how badly he wants to poison the wolf.

He curls up, shuddering, against the wires and pipes that power the shop. He feels thin and gaunt. He hopes he has not had much to eat. He doesn't have a phone or communicator on him. He doesn't know the day. It doesn't matter what the day is. The moon's visible during the daytime, too. It may have only been a night. It may have been weeks. It's probably at least been days.

He throws up again, because wolfsbane is poisonous too.

Most things that can keep a wolf down are poisonous. Ren doesn't have to take them often. He's normally... controlled. A tamed wolf on the full moon. He has a pack to run with. He doesn't need to poison himself to keep the wolf at bay. He doesn't need to take silver nitrate like it's a medicine and not a reagent.

But none of this is making his teeth stop tasting like blood. His shirt is covered in it, too. His legs. His face, he thinks--he can't see his reflection in here. He wouldn't know. But it would have to be. There's so much blood on him.

He doesn't have a scratch on him.

The only thing that stops him, then, from taking more silver nitrate is that if he respawns from the poison damage, he'll respawn out under the moon. He'll respawn back out there. And then--

He shudders. He folds himself into a tighter ball against the belly of the Octagon. In a shaking voice, he cries out for Doc again. Doc has to be nearby. Doc has to be nearby. Because if he isn't--

No one answers. Ren doesn't know who locked him in here. He wonders if it was a struggle.

He's covered in blood.

It smells horribly good. Ren feels dizzy. He's gaunt. He's so hungry. He'll hold that to his chest. He's hungry and sick, not simply sick. If he weren't hungry--if he weren't hungry--

But he's not as hungry as he should be, if it's been days, and he's covered in blood, and he resists the urge to howl, a long, mournful thing. He doesn't want to howl, or bark, or anything else right now.

Instead he cries, a human thing, and holds onto it tightly while he waits for the pain in his stomach and the shudders over his skin and the grey stains where he'd grabbed the bottle and the vomiting to end, so he can take another dose, and force the wolf further down. Down enough to be safe.

Down enough that he didn't maul his friends to death.

Down enough that he can know if he did.

Down enough that he won't try to leave again, as he knows he will, as the moon shines outside, and as soon as someone tries to open the door to rescue him, letting that light back in.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!” 

[dailyloweffortpace]

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