#prompt: copy

[ghostbsuter]

"Excuse me?" Jazz's voice echoes in the meeting room in space. She gains the attention of the heroes immediately and sees them tensing up in at her appearance.

Behind her, he swirling green portal is open, waiting for her to return.

A blond, coat wearing man, curses upon seeing her and gives a half bow. "Princess Jasmine," he speaks up, eye twitching.

"What brings you here?"

At the greeting and reveal of her title, few others fall into bows, the lady at the head of the table, wonder woman?, gives her a smile.

Her eyes pin the green skinned man to his seat, who in return tilts his head at her.

"My brothers birthday is soon," she focuses on the man again. "I'm simply here for a present."

The man tenses, another curse slipping. "Ah– king phantom, right? I wasn't aware his birthday would be so soon."

Jazz ignores him, calmly walking to the Martian and placing a picture of Mars before him.

"The tales of your people have brought much interest to my brother. He became a big fan." She tells, sharing her intentions at his light poking.

"I ask for a signature, it would make his day."

Martian Manhunter, alien hero, and once upon a time, a father even smiles. He's delighted yet feeling a deep-rooted sadness. The tales of his people continue to spread in the afterlife, it seems.

Jazz leaves quickly after, not before giving Diana a number, they are cousins after all.

Danny will love her present.

[soullessseraphim]

May I offer you silly clueless sharks in these trying times?

Sidon came to appreciate Oceanus as an individual so now to greet him he nuzzles him

companion and courtship prompt ?

[megalopolus]

➥ @gwourtneyweek2024 day 3: horror / first kiss

the gals are cuddling and watching one of gwen's favourite movies! courtney can't tell if she's scared or just disgusted.

[starflungwaddledee]

a star system is a small number of stars that orbit each other, bound by gravitational attraction. a larger group of stars is generally called a star cluster or a galaxy, although broadly speaking these are still star systems. at the centre of galaxies, one can commonly find supermassive black holes.

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[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Arkham Knight Edition

Jason gets thrown into an alternate universe and finds his younger self being tortured in the asylum.

Things get… a little blurry after that.

When Jason comes back to himself he’s got a shaking kid clinging to him and a worrying amount of Joker parts strewn all over the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Seems like it’s going to be one of those days…

[stars-obsession-pit]

Seeds.

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

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

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

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

A forest that he recognized.

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

Another thought struck him.

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

Was he that abandoned corpse?

[a-candle-maker]

not tagging the person bcs i don't want to call anyone out but like,,,, saw this one girl and her post formatting made it even look like a chatgpt generated thing... checked her other stuff to see and they all had that one formatting... thought i'd tell her and like. babe. you turning off asks just about confirms it for me, i mean imma just guess that you noticed lots of asks telling you the same and decided we're sooooooooo mean!! and ignored it

[whump-galaxy]

The Villain finds their Sidekick in an awful state. Half dead, breathing shallower and shallower breaths. They cradle their Sidekick, terrified of attempting to seek medical treatment. What if the authorities don’t treat Sidekick’s injuries? What if they just arrest the both of them? What if they leave the Sidekick to die?

They nearly jump out of their skin at the hand on their shoulder. It’s the Hero’s Sidekick. Having witnessed what the Hero did, they abandoned their team.

Now they want to help.

[mokadevs]

day 18: once upon a time

[magicicephoenix]

Copy - The Ink Demonth 2024 (Day 12)

Hey now, something’s a little off about this new character… almost like there’s a bit too much pop and not enough soul…

[ghostbsuter]

Superman, holding his youngest son in one arm and his friend in the other, slowly drifts along the skyscrapers.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Superman!" Danny chirps, gleeful.

Jon coughes, hiding his blush. "Thanks dad."

—

When they land, Danny turns to Jon with a grin. "Man, ur mom is so cool, being married to superman."

Jon shrugs lightly, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah! When she introduced superman of all people to me, I was very shocked."

He made his grave, he will lie in it. This is Jon's life now.

[soullessseraphim]

Idk if its me making my own prompt but. Baby. draw your zoras in the skrunkly blublub stage

[hughmanbean]

Pest Control

So if you've been looking at my posts lately you'll realize I've been fixating on Queen Danny. And I'm going to keep doing that. But let me grind up some new concepts to throw in.

You think that bugs can become ghosts? Other than singular ones like in Doctor's Disorders? Not really. They're not as obsessed or driven enough to be fully formed, and areas where they become even blobs via excess ecto would probably have a bunch of blob eaters or something balancing it out. So the singular ones in that episode would be much more rare in comparison.

And ghosts who control bugs don't count. We're talking about bugs being the ghosts.

But what about those mass insect killings? Pest control, or when a full apartment building lights on fire and there's enough ectoplasm around? You get a Hive.

Hives always prefer to work together, since even at their creation they are made up thousands or even millions of the creepy crawlies. They either form a body from tiny bodies or chose a majority that can represent it properly. So they can just meld and split without concern.

And in the bug and insect world, more often than not, the Queen is at the top. Pariah didn't count, he didn't even like the Hives. On the other limb, High Queen Phantom had created a clutch of her own.

Once she came into power, the Hives wish to fulfill her desires, as insect kingdom instincts demand and through newfound loyalty. They do so, to the detriment of everyone else.

[guiltypleasureswriting]

The minister pointed his finger at Harry and he felt a flash of fear in his chest. “The poison in your wine could only have come from him, Your Majesty! Your consort is trying to kill you!” It wasn’t true, he hadn’t poisoned the wine. In fact, he was shocked to think, that he would rather drink the goblet full before Draco got a chance at a single drop. He just hoped Draco knew that. 

“No,” Draco said as he stood gracefully from his throne. The light from the torches on the wall flickered and reflected off his pale hair. The precious stones and silver thread woven into his doublet glittered and his deep green cape draped elegantly from his shoulders. He shone with power as he stepped forward to tower over the minister.  “If my husband wished to kill me he would look me in the eye and push a dagger into my chest.”

The minister staggered back at the conviction in his king’s voice but before he tripped, Draco grabbed him by the collar. “You dare accuse my consort, Haveron?” He whispered in a deadly voice. “You murmur lies into the ears of my people. You sow doubt.” The minister was shaking in the King’s grasp. “You have a wicked tongue but you have lost yourself in desperation.” Draco released him with a shove and wiped his hand on his doublet like simply touching the man would infect him. “I will have no more of it; you are to leave my kingdom at once.” 

Draco ordered the guards to escort the minister out and then strode away from his throne. As he passed Harry, he met his eyes but no expression crossed his face. Harry followed him into his chambers. Draco stood in front of the hearth while Harry took a seat on the plump green chair facing him. 

“You did not poison me.” Draco stated not looking away from the flames. 

“I did not.” Harry replied. 

“Why?” 

“As you said, sire, I would rather look you in the eye.” 

Draco hummed and turned to look at Harry. “So then, who put that poison in my cup?”

“I thought the minister did.”

Draco huffed and swept his cape as he settled into the chair next to Harry’s. He titled his head, cheek turned slightly into his shoulder and settled his gaze on Harry.

“No, Haveron does not have the fortitude to carry out such a task.” 

Harry grunted in disbelief and grumbled, “He had the fortitude to accuse me of treason in front of your court.” 

Draco smiled, “Do not worry, my dear. I never suspected you.”

“You expected me to commit such a crime until very recently.” Harry said pointedly.

Draco grimaced and sighed. “I am sorry we had such a turbulent start.” 

“Yes well, a turbulent start is to be expected when you are married off to your family's sworn enemy.”

Reaching out a hand, Draco brushed a bit of hair from Harry’s forehead and then lightly trailed his fingers down his cheek. He smiled softly and murmured, “We’re not enemies anymore, are we Harry?” 

Harry nudged his cheek into Draco’s open palm and smiled back. “No, we are not.” Draco’s fingers rested over Harry’s pulse point and Harry brushed a kiss on his palm before taking his hand from his cheek. Harry held his hand in one of his own with the palm facing upward. With his other hand, he traced his fingers over the lines in Draco’s hand. Then, once again, he bent his head and placed a purposeful kiss on Draco’s hand. 

“It is getting late.” Draco said softly. “Let us rest. We will worry about assasination attempts in the morning.” 

Harry nodded and stood with Draco, their hands still clasped together as he followed him into their bed. 

Wrapped in the warmth of the dying hearth and his lover’s arms, Harry felt he could relax and forget impending war and the attempts on his husband’s

life. Feeling safe, he drifted away to sleep. 

But the peace did not last long.

Harry was woken in the early hours of the morning by pounding on the door and a voice crying out, “My King! My King, you must wake up!” Draco groaned at the noise and tightened his grip on Harry. His bare arm was draped over Harry’s waist as they slept with their legs tangled together. 

“What is it?” Draco called out to the voice.

“An emergency, Your Highness! A rider returned with news of an army marching this way, only a day out.”

Draco jolted out of bed pulled on a nightshirt whispering, “Fuck, fuck.” to himself. Harry was barely given a chance to follow his husband’s example and cover himself before Draco was throwing open the wooden door to their chambers. The voice that had woken them belonged to a nervous looking courier. He wore a simple tunic and breeches and held a piece of parchment in his left hand and a torch in his right. “Whose army approaches?” 

The couriers tembled, “I do not know, sire. I was just told to wake you and deliver this.”  He held out the parchment for Draco to take which he did.

“Go find my advisors and Lady Pansy. Tell them to gather in the war room at once.” 

“Yes sire.” The courier skittered off. 

Draco took a deep breath and peered down at the note. Harry moved behind him quietly and placed a gentle hand on Draco’s shoulder. When he took a sudden sharp breath in through his teeth, Harry tightened his grip. “Who is it, Draco?” 

“It is Riddle’s army. But they are flying the Malfoy crest.” The air caught in Harry’s throat.

“What?” 

Draco turned and looked Harry in the eye. Harry still had one hand around Draco’s shoulder and with his free hand, he clasped Draco’s and squeezed. “It seems my father is returning for his throne.” 

It was common knowledge to the people of Slytherin that King Draco had not settled on the throne through simple inheritance. Although he was the heir, he became king while his father still lived. The story had spread quickly through the surrounding kingdoms, becoming legend in under a year. 

The Prince of Slytherin was always beloved. Although spoiled and stuck up, he was known to have a kind heart, even if he didn’t show it. He did not smile and he did not laugh, but when he was walking among the commoners, he gave children gifts of sweets and toys. Many times, when he came across a beggar, he sat with them and offered them a meal. He frequented taverns often, sitting in corners to avoid suspicion. He often struck up conversation with anyone interested to talk with him about the poor and suffering in the kingdom. He would hear the grievances of his people and promise them he would do what he could to convince the King to hear their case. 

The King of Slytherin was cruel. He hoarded wealth and ignored his people. He looked for power wherever he went and demonstrated it at every chance. He was not always a tyrant though. Before Draco was born, he was a decent ruler. Not particularly great, but he fed his people and kept up with concerns. When Queen Narcissa died in childbirth, the King was withdrawn. He handed his son off to nursemaids the moment Narcissa was gone and refused to take visitors for months. Until one day, he did take a visitor. This visitor promised the King riches and power and most of all revenge. He convinced the King it was the Kingdom of Gryffindor that caused the Queen’s death. It was a political plot by his most sworn enemies to undermine his reign once and for all. This manipulative visitor was named Tom Riddle. 

The Prince grew up knowing only love from Nursemaids and never his father. The King only treated the Prince with cold distance and discontent. He was only an heir. As the Prince grew he developed more and more hatred for his father. Draco loved his people. He wanted them to be happy and flourishing but his father did not treat the people with any respect. They were only peasants to be exploited. When the Prince came of age he found an old tome detailing an ancient Slytherin tradition. It said the only way to take the throne from the current ruler before their death was to challenge them to a duel and win. So the Prince challenged his father to a duel. It was very public, with the whole kingdom gathering to watch. And when Draco defeated his father and banished him from Slytherin along with Riddle, the people rejoiced. 

When Harry and Draco had made themselves decent and arrived in the war room, Draco’s advisors were gathered around the war map.

Other scenes:

The day Harry woke up a married man, it was cold. Very, very cold. He dressed in many layers and waited in his chambers until there came a knock at the door calling him to breakfast. When he arrived in the hall, the King was already sitting at his place at the head of the table. Harry stood awkwardly in the entryway for a moment wondering where he should sit. 

The King looked at him with a blank expression and then nodded to the chair on his right side. Harry tried for a smile that must not have looked right because the King’s features tightened for a moment before he simply looked away. After a few minutes waiting in tense silence, Harry’s aunt and uncle arrived with their son in tow. 

They entered noisily with Petunia’s shrill voice crying, “Good Morning, Your Majesty! I apologize for our lateness, we were held up by one of your servants.” Vernon’s angry griping that “If that boy knew his place we’d have no issue.”, and Dudley’s whining about how terribly hungry he was. 

Vernon sat at the end of the table opposing the King which must not have been custom because when he did so, the King tensed and glared. Petunia took her place at her husband's side and carried on saying, “Oh yes he was a horrid young man. You should look into how your servants are being treated, Your Majesty. It is clearly not with a firm enough hand.”  The King’s expression turned even harsher at the insult and opened his mouth to respond but he was interrupted.

“Mum! I’m starving, are they planning to feed us?” Dudley complained. 

“Oh Duddikins! Where is the food, sire? Surely your cooks know when to serve breakfast.” 

“They do.” The King responded, face pink with the effort of resisting his clear anger. “I’m afraid they were waiting until you arrived to serve us.” As the King said this, servants whisked in, placing plates of fruit, bread, and meat in front of them. Dudley immediately began stuffing his face making loud chewing noises. Harry saw the King make a face before becoming expressionless again. 

Starting on his breakfast, Harry simply let the annoying conversation wash over him. choosing not to participate. 

“You have so many lovely fruits, sire.” Petunia said brightly. Too bright.

The King replies, “Yes, my recent alliance with Hufflepuff has brought plentiful amounts of fruits to my kingdom.” 

“Oh yes.” Vernon said gruffly. “I heard you allied with those cowards.” 

The King gripped his knife. “Yes, I did ally with them. It has been very beneficial.”

--

“Why do you hide away in your own castle?”

“I like to have some things to myself, without my guards watching.”

“What kinds of things?” He sat beside Draco.

Draco gestured to the novel he was reading. “This. The romanticism and darkness.” Then he took Harry’s wrist and traced his veins. He looked up at Harry’s lips then brushed along the bottom lip. “And this.”

--

The smell from the gardens was strong from the rain permeating every crevice. Their hair was soaked and their clothes were bedraggled. When Draco laughed Harry thought it the most gorgeous thing he had ever heard. Like fresh rain after a drought. He slid one hand around Draco’s neck and pulled his body into Harry’s. They breathed together and smiled. Draco rested his forehead on Harry’s.

“Thank you.” Harry murmured and Draco smiled.

--

I wrote this almost 3 years ago now and forgot about it and it's 1 am and I have things to do in the morning, but I found it and was reading it and was like... damn okay. So I thought I'd post it here. It was inspired by this prompt from @writing-prompt-s:

The minister pointed his finger at the queen. “The poison in your wine could only have come from her, your majesty! The queen is trying to kill you!” “No,” said the king. “If my wife wished to kill me she would look me in the eye and push a dagger into my chest.”

I also think there were other royalty and arranged marriage AUs in my head when I wrote it so if there's any similarities that's on me. I also think I had been watching Lord of the Rings so there might be some of that in there. Hope you like it!

I wouldn't say I'm back but you might hear from me again sooner than later.

[goldenchocobo]

My Fic is here!

Derecho

This took a long time to write, but I'm very happy with the result and can't wait for you to read it! Google docs says I started this on the 17th of February '24, but I had been planning this since late '23. And I finished the final edits on the 14th of December '24, with the final drawings being completed after that. So- a very long project.

I hope you enjoy reading this journey as much as I did writing it.

[fluxydrawings]

56 + someone from epithet erased

See your rugged hands and a silver knife 20 dollars in your hand that you hold so tight All the evidence of your vacant life My brother, you were gone

He Doesn't Know Why - Fleet Foxes

Rick Shades.... i love when theres a goofy chara that actually has alot goin on

(send me a number + a character (or just a number for dealer’s choice) and i’ll draw somefin based on my spotify wrapped!)