#prompt: rhythm

[taichixmimi]

MICHI KARAOKE Day #6: Rhythm

[luxaofhesperides]

“You know, I’ve spent years looking at the stars and yet, you still manage to outshine them all.” + fluff, established relationship ; requested by @xysidhequeen!

The Signal didn’t often go out at night. He sticks to working during the day as often as he can, a visible figure of safety that the people of Gotham could rely on. He mostly works alone during the day, with only his husband’s voice in his ear (and sometimes flying by his side), and spends the night recovering so he can do it all over again.

But tonight, he’s grappling through the streets, working with Batgirl and Red Hood to bust a trafficking operation. The rest of the Bats are either working cases in other parts of the world, or too injured to go out despite their best efforts to say otherwise. He’s already feeling tired, not as young as he used to be and lacking the energy he had in high school to do so much each day. 

They need the help, which is why he agreed to help out, but Danny had managed to switch him from being one of the heavy hitters to being backup and rescue, so he can whisk away any victims he finds through shadows to deliver them to Gordon, who waits on standby a few streets away with emergency medical services with him. Not a perk he was expecting from marrying someone else in the hero business, but definitely one he appreciates. 

He wishes Danny were still in his ears, humming softly on comms as Duke fits himself into the shadow of the warehouse the traffickers are hiding in. Batgirl and Red Hood take to the roofs as Duke slips inside, stepping out of the shadows onto the catwalk, crouching down so no one spots him. The shadows drape over him, a comforting weight, as he reaches out and rips away the weak lights on in the warehouse.

The added darkness allows Batgirl and Red Hood to slip inside, positioning themselves on the crossbeams, watching the people below them move about. 

They speak in hushed voices, eyes flickering nervously from the windows to the door. Guns are held in white-knuckled grips; they all know they shouldn’t step into Bat territory, but the call of powerful criminal families like the Falcones is too much for them to resist. 

“Victims should be held in freight boxes at the other end of the warehouse,” Red Hood says, voice low as he shifts his weight, ready to drop down and make the traffickers beg for mercy. 

“Try to draw everyone to this end, then, and I’ll get the victims out of here.”

“You got it. Ready, Batgirl?”

Batgirl lifts her cowl to tuck her blond bangs out of her face, then grins. “Ready.”

They drop from the ceiling at the same moment, landing on two traffickers and taking them out instantly. The warehouse is filled with shouts and gunfire as the vigilantes weave their way around the space, hitting hard and kicking away guns as soon as they can.

Duke grabs onto a shadow and follows it along the wall, letting it carry him down to the floor. No one guards the freight boxes, making it all the easier to wrench them open. The movement makes his left shoulder twinge, and Duke winces, knowing it’ll be a pain in the morning. 

The people huddled inside the freight box cry out, alarmed and frightened, when he steps inside. 

“Hey, it’s alright, I’m here to get you guys to safety,” he soothes, hands raised in front of him.

The youngest of them are the first to run to him, whispering fervent thanks as he pulls the shadows over them, hiding them from sight, then taking them to Gordon. He makes the trip multiple times, the other victims eager to be free from the hell they’ve experienced. 

There are tears and panic attacks and people clutching to each other, relieved that their nightmare is over. 

Thankfully, there weren’t that many victims. It’s the smallest silver lining, but after all these years, Duke knows to take what he can get. It’s all to easy to let despair take over. If he wants to save people, he has to keep fighting for the smallest hopes of a better future.

“All victims have been rescued,” he announces, standing outside the warehouse. “Need any help in there?”

“Nah, we’re good,” Batgirl says. Her words are followed by a grunt, a swear, and then her manic laughter. From the sound of it, someone got a lucky shot in and Batgirl repaid it with a particularly nasty nerve strike.

“We got it covered from here. Just need to interrogate a few guys, then we’ll let the pigs clean up this mess,” Red Hood adds. 

“Alright, I’m gonna head in, then.”

Batgirl sends him off with a cheerful “Sleep tight, don’t let the lovebugs bite too much!” It’s been years since he accidentally went on patrol with a fully visible hickey and she still refuses to let it go.

Duke sighs, then turns off his comm. He grapples up to the roof and begins making his way back towards the apartment, far too tired to bother with going to the Hatch. He’s got plenty of hidden storage space to hide away his suit for a day, and the Hatch doesn’t have Danny, so of course he’s not going to go there.

All he wants to do after such a long day is go home, where Danny should be.

Should be, because not even five minutes into crossing the city, Duke catches sight of the white star-glow of Danny up on a rooftop. 

He changes course immediately, turning towards Danny before he fully processes what he’s seeing, as if he’s being pulled into his orbit. 

Danny’s sitting on the edge of a building as Phantom, his gas mask hanging loose around his neck. 

He beams as Duke lands on the building, reaching up for him as Duke takes off his helmet and crouches down to kiss him. 

“You know,” Danny murmurs against his lips, “I’ve spent years looking at the stars, and yet you still manage to outshine them all.”

Six years of marriage and Danny still manages to fluster him. Duke laughs, dropping his head onto Danny’s shoulder. “Well, hello to you too, you flirt. What was that for?”

“I saw you saving those people tonight. They looked at you like you were the sun. I’m glad other people are seeing how wonderful you are.”

“You flatter me too much. What brought you out here so late? I thought you were sleeping.”

Danny shrugs, looking down at the street. “I tried, but a ghost insisted I follow them out here. I didn’t realize how close I was to you until I got here, and then I just couldn’t resist watching you in action.”

“And you wanted to make sure I was fine.”

“That too,” Danny admits. They’ve long since settled any arguments about trust and believing each other to be able to handle the fights they throw themselves into. Danny’s need to protect and self sacrifice because he’s ‘already dead, what’s another thirty bullets going to do?’ and Duke’s determination to do things his way, working off visions of the future he doesn’t have time to communicate meant they fought often and loudly in the early stages of their relationship. Time has tempered those feelings, and now it’s clear to see that Danny simply wants him safe, and Duke doesn’t mind using his status as a hero or his powers to give Danny some special treatment.

Danny checking up on him in fights doesn’t make him think Danny sees him as weak and in need of help. It just makes him feel loved, grateful to know his husband would always be there for him, even if it’s in the sidelines, ready to fly them home.

“What did the ghost need?” he asks, lifting his head from Danny’s shoulder. 

“Well…” Danny trails off. “How do you feel about pets?”

“Sweetheart, did a ghost ask you to adopt their dog?”

Danny’s expression falls, and Duke’s heart twists. He pulls Danny into his arms without second thought, offering him what comfort he could. 

“Not a dog,” he says. “And it wasn’t a human ghost. It was a cat. A cat that had kittens and died because there wasn’t enough food for her on the streets.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Duke says. Animal deaths have always hit Danny hard, and it’s this that made Damian accept Danny as part of the family, insisting on helping ghost animals with him.

“I’ve already texted Dami about the kittens. He’s going to swing by our place tomorrow to pick them up, but there are two that attached themselves to me and I don’t want to let them go.”

“Let’s go get them and take them home. And then we can start thinking of names for them.”

Danny peeks up at him shyly, then breaks out into a relieved smile. “Really? Thank you! I love you so much.” He jumps to his feet and kisses Duke quickly, then is flying down to get the kittens before Duke can do anything.

He flies back up with a cardboard box full of tiny little ‘meows’ that are already melting Duke’s heart from cuteness.

“I buried mama cat already, so I think we’re good to go.”

Duke aims his grapple again, and with Danny by his side, soars above the city. Neither of them are going as fast as they usually do, carefully aware of the kittens in the box. When they get to their apartment, Duke lands on the balcony and opens the door so Danny can fly in without risking intangible kittens escaping. He sets the box down gently on the floor of the living room, then grabs his wallet and flies out again, tossing a quick explanation of buying food for them over his shoulder.

Left alone with the kittens, Duke peeks into the box to coo at them before heading to the bedroom to change into sweatpants. His gear is left tucked into the back of the closet, hidden by some heavy winter coats. 

The kittens are crying when he gets back to the living room. Their little cries are too hard to resist, so Duke uses the shadows to create a small playpen for them, keeping them contained in a small area in front of the couch. He sits on the ground and carefully pulls each kitten out, freeing them from their cardboard confines. 

Within seconds, the kittens are toddling around unsteadily, so small and scraggly, with eyes that have only just opened peering around curiously. Duke pets them with a single finger, terrified of hurting their fragile bodies. 

He’s covered in kittens climbing over his lap when Danny returns.

His husband takes a moment by the door, in human form, to give him a sappy smile, so visibly in love it makes Duke blush. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, breathlessly, and carelessly drops his bag of kitten supplies on the ground to cross the distance between them and kiss Duke sweetly. 

“Such a sweet talker today,” Duke comments as he pulls away.

“Can you really blame me? I have the best husband in the world who saves people and kittens and has the best smile and reminds me how much good is still left in the world.”

Duke’s mind short circuits at Danny’s words. Instead of saying how much he loves Danny, with his need to protect, his big heart, the way he always puts his cold hands on Duke’s temples before Duke himself realizes how bad his migraine is, what he says is, “Can we name one of the kittens Polaris?”

“Best husband in the world,” Danny says again, his voice soft. “I love that name. Yes, let’s name one Polaris.”

Sitting there at almost four in the morning, just coming in from saving victims of human trafficking, should be exhausting and painful and lead to a long night of wondering how long he can keep fighting when there’s no end to human cruelty. But his heart is light, leaning into his husband with kittens crawling over them.

There is good in the world. So much good.

The best is sitting besides him in their dark living room, and Duke knows that as long as Danny is by his side, he’ll keep fighting for all the good still out there. The world could be so much better, and he’s determined to make it better for Danny.

A world where kittens are safe even in the streets. 

That’s the world he’ll make for Danny.

[mochiiniko]

@sirwow and they were ROOMMATES

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #15: A poem of at least ten lines where all lines start with the same word

Because

Because man doubted God, he ate the apple. Because man sinned, the garden gates were barred. Because Abram showed faith, God promised glory Because his sons would outnumber the stars.

Because they cried, God led them out of Egypt. Because He swept the sea, they passed dry-shod. Because they sinned, He gave them the commandments Because the Law helps man relate to God.

Because they feared the giant, God sent David. Because the shepherd trusted, he was king. Because the kingdom fell, God vowed salvation Because a savior from this stump would spring.

Because the virgin loved, she gave her fiat. Because she did, the Word became a man. Because she asked, her son made wine from water Because it was a sign of God's great plan.

Because the crowds were lost, He came and taught them. Because they starved, He gave them holy bread. Because the sick believed in Him, He healed them. Because they died, He raised them from the dead.

Because He was betrayed, He was arrested. Because He claimed God's name, they struck Him down. Because He claimed to be a king, they scourged Him. Because they mocked, He wore a thorn-filled crown.

Because the crowds demanded it, they hung Him. Because He loved, He offered no complaint. Because it was the will of God, He suffered Because it would atone for Adam's taint.

Because He died, the world did shake and darken. Because He died, they laid Him in a grave. Because all hope seemed lost, his friends all sorrowed Because it seemed He'd lost his chance to save.

Because He was God's Son, He rose victorious Because He had defeated death's domain. Because the women came, they found Him risen. Because He rose, He will forever reign.

Because of all Your faithfulness I praise You Because You showed Your Love through years of strife. Because You rose, I sing with great rejoicing Because You give your people lasting life.

[wanderingmaskdragons]

dragon doodles:

Myth

[rh-confessions]

Do you want a new rhythm heaven game to happen or not? And why?

Feel free to tell us on the post or through the ask box!

[doomed-era]

thinking about it i absolutely like zelda fics that lean harder into the darker aspects of zelda and have a more serious tone but if i was playing say a zelda fangame i'd be incredibly picky about its tone and dialogue. it's part of the reason i've never played a fangame i just don't think people pay a lot of attention to how zelda dialogue is constructed and just how simplistic/silly it is so they wouldn't be able to recreate it

[thestarlightsymphony]

Heya heya heya! I'm hosting yet another Beboptober prompt list, for any who are interested! I'm also going to try and write some myself this year

If you use a prompt, I'm using the tag #beboptober 2023 cosmic rhythms

(I know it's a mouthful but there's a couple prompt lists going up this year with different themes)

Endless thanks to @kiraannwrites for the graphic! This is the first prompt list I've made that looks all fancy, I'm so excited 😁😁

Beboptober starts October 1st; Have fun, y'all!

[omatoxin]

4 lil fellas

[riolu4]

Branch missing Prosthetic

After the Meeting with The leaders and ambassador Troll Tribe

"Ok this is the end of the Trollstopia New For the..." "Ahhhhh" one the Leaders said before they were cut off by a scream "what is the" "Is someone in endangering" "ooh new the meeting is cool" Every The leaders and ambassador Troll Tribe said 'sighs' Poppy Said "I Now want is going on exactly Branch Is mad by Creek Again" Poppy Look Defeated "what The toy boy can do that no Offense Poppy by is Our Boyfriend Can he even do that?" Everyone from the Tribe Nod "'sighs' You see" Poppy said to the other The leaders and ambassador Troll Tribe

With Branch

"Ok Now tell me where is it" Branch Said glare at Creek that is Hanging Upside Down By Rope, "like I said I don't know what talk in about" Creek Said tried to lie but failed, "BRANCH!!!!" Poppy Shout "ohh hey Poppy can you help from Branch Please" Creek Said Scared and Cry "oh are you sure Branch is not part Rock Trolls" Barb Said and Val Nod, the other The leaders and ambassador Troll Just surprised By Branch Behaviour, "ok Branch Let Creek go" Poppy Said try to convince Branch, "No until He Tell me where is it" Branch Said still Glare at Creek "amm what is it you think about Branch?" Trollex Said "MY PROSTHETIC" Branch said growling at Creek "You What!?!?" Everyone except Branch and Creek "what Where is the Prosthetic Exactly, I do not see it" Poppy Said "in my vest my Right wing" Branch Said not caring what he said to everyone, Trollzart and Dante Crescendo fainted when they heard about that, when Branch Make sure the two Classical Trolls are ok Delta Dawn and Holly Darlin Try to Untangled Creek But the fail "Ok How this possible? The tie is very difficult" Delta Dawn Said surprise Branch "Hey Nice Try but I made this knot so it will not be so easy" The Two Country Looks at Branch with Super, the two Classical Trolls finally awakes From surprise Branch walk to Creek "I will ask again Creek Where is it?" Branch voice full of angry and rage "Ok ok I I took it and threw it away Please let me down" Creek Cry a lot, the other Trolls except Branch and Poppy are Super and disgusted by him take in some important or Prosthetic, Poppy look at Creek Saying in her eyes i will deals is with you later, "Ok Branch Let him down" Poppy Said Branch Nod and Untangled from the tree not Free Creek from the bind "Why you not unbind me?" Creek said After he saw Branch and Poppy Look at him He Became Silent Before Any Trolls Said anything, Rhythm and Blues They appeared out of the blue "Hey guys, we found this" Rhythm Said "And It Looks fabulous and the Technology is amazing but" Blues Said "we have No idea who belongs to" Rhythm Said finish Her sister word, "The Belongs to me Think you" Branch Happy That he not need to Make any one from scraps "So who did you make it?" Rhythm Ask "Yay How Exactly You Make it?" Blues Ask "That is a long story But Dr. Moonbloom and Milton Moss They Help me Make it so..." Branch Taking with Funk twins sister They Walk away forget everyone, "Ok He is distracted now Creek We have a long to take Creek long to time" Poppy Taking Creek away Everyone Look at each other quietly Broken by Val "No one Angry the pop Trolls couple Agree" Everyone Nodd to Not Angry them ever.

Branch classical Design

The Wing Enter the vest

[mochiiniko]

rhythm doctor jumpscare

[plasmagrrl]

ArtTober 2023 Prompt #5: Water

[timeless-pdf]

Twins

(poetry by me, inspired by my own life)

i used to know a pair of twins

they were brother and sister

and had nothing alike

known the brother

for most of my childhood

and became close to his sister

near the end

they were such the talented pair

the brother was tall and always sunny

the sister was sporty and very funny

ive always loved them both till the very end

now in my dreams i have on my bed

i regularly see them not always both

but somehow the sister is always there

i remember her cracking jokes

as i sat in my bedroom staring intently

at the video-filled laptop screen

smiling along with her

i used to see them every day

and come to them running just to play

they always had something new to say

and there was no boring day

over the years others started to see

and whispers came spilling out of their mouths

"do you think she loves the boy?"

"oh havent you seen them of course she does"

of course i did love the brother

but not enough to hand him my heart

i feel it was given to his sister instead

for now the years have been passing by

and all i see are glimpses of their lives

from my little old telephone screen

as our lives branch further apart

i never did realise the way

i held such love to that girl

the one who always cracked funny jokes

and loved to sprint and play badminton

and now i dont know where they are

not their school or what they want to be

i can only hold them dear to my heart

and smile in every dream i see

[thelemoncoffee]

thinking about dance

i decided to hc Kokichi knows how to dance three different dance styles, then thought "what if he knows two of them because two other DICE members know how to dance one different style each, and the three of them taught one another their respective styles". which is signifigantly more entertaining of an idea if you ask me.

but then that made me think- what if au where DICE is a dance company? think about it, DICE dancing together doing various styles, shows, and themes. it's like the sweet spot between normal live theater and circus acrobats, and the ten of them is like the perfect amount of dancers too.

just take DICE, now make em feel the rhythm

[rh-confessions]

Love is in the air! What's your favorite rhythm heaven pairing? No matter how weird or rare your ship is, we wanna know! Just keep it unproblematic.

Feel free to tell us on the post or through the ask box!

[rhytmrocket]

hey guys i have been revived by a power outage at my school giving me 2 more days off on top of a 3-day weekend (end of the marking period)

sorry about

that

uhhh have some

rhythmtober day 11, rhythm ocs!

kinda low effort drawing cuz my art motivation gone fwoooooo boom but uh have two more ocs that i haven’t shown yet!

more stuffs under the cut wooooo

on the left, tempre (more commonly known as tappy), a tall tapper who quit tapping because he couldn’t find a spark for it [he/they]

on the right, charon, a space kicker in a similar situation as tappy; they quit soccer because they didn’t like doing it (they also just weren’t that good) [they/them]

these two, along with a couple other ocs (whom i haven’t had the time to really think up yet), form a quite literal band of misfits called The Scapegoats, and that’s how they make most of their living

uhh thats about it so far

take note of tappy, if you’ve read this far. you’ll see him again soon (if i can get myself to draw—)