#prompts for every need

[ikiprian]

Clone’s Best Friend

“Cute dog!” the girl says. “What breed is he?”

“Uh,” blinks Kon. "Are you asking what breed Superdog is?"

“Uh, duh?”

Well. She’ll have to forgive him his stunned expression, ‘cause he doesn’t usually run into other dog walkers on this path. This is, of course, because “path” is used in the loosest sense, the one that connotates direction and not tread ground, and the “walk” bit is entirely inapplicable, with all of them currently flying one thousand feet above sea level.

“Cujo’s a rescue,” she continues, swinging her feet in the sky, “so we don’t know for sure, but my sister thinks part husky, part shar pei. Half-and-half, like me!”

Cujo is also, apparently, half green and half glowing. He wiggles happily in a play-bow. It’s very cute, except for the way he’s the size of a small house.

Krypto’s tough, though. He barks and chases his new friend through cloud cover. Gamely, Cujo flees. They frolic in the chilly condensation, occasionally poking a head out before diving back in, like a fox in a snowdrift.

Neither of them see anything surprising about this. It’s all good fun. And, well. Krypto’s always been a good judge of character.

Kon turns back to the girl and gives her a megawatt smile.

“He’s Kryptonian. Like me. But he looks like a white lab!”

[siren-of-agony]

Answers to "it hurts"

I know (apologetically)

I know (condescendingly)

It's supposed to

Good

I'm sorry

It'll be over soon

Stop whining

And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*

Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*

You're supposed to say 'thank you'

I love hearing you say that

This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain

Get used to it

You'll get used to it

Stop lying

At least you still feel it

Shut up

Why don't you beg me to stop, then?

Can't be that bad if you're still talking

I don't care

Did I ask?

It's the only way you'll learn

You can take it

Answers to "please stop"

[ghostbsuter]

"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.

Dick stares at him. "Huh."

"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.

"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.

Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—

Huh.

"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.

Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."

Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.

In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."

And Dick understands.

Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.

"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."

Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 11

"A contract," the creature croaked, freezing Tim in place.

"What?" He asked, stunned. He knew he should run, he knew he shouldn't trust whatever magic nonsense this was turning into but...whoever or whatever this was sounded desperate.

Green glowing liquid had came together to make the vague shape of a person on the ground, "A contract," the creature repeated, "Care for me and give me energy, and in return I will serve and protect you."

Red Robin hesitated, "How do I know you're not going to stab me in the back the first chance you get."

"I need to feed." The thing gasped, "I need a host. I can negotiate"

Tim can negotiate too, and if there's one thing his 17 year old co-ceo self knew by now, it was contracts.

After the contract was completed, the being passed out and a bright white flash left a relatively normal looking boy in its place

Somehow the entity, now known as Danny, had been stolen away by Alfred and is undergoing butler training cause now Tim has his own personal butler...who is only a year younger than him and some kind of Pit Demon

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

It’s turning out to be a bad day when Jason finds himself stabbed during a drug bust.

It’s turning out to be a very bad day when he starts to feel woozy (seriously, what the hell? It was just a little stabbing) and promptly collapses.

It’s turning out to be a monumentally bad day when the batfamily drop in on his drug bust.

And then the night takes a hard nose dive into catastrophically bad, because whatever toxin that blade was laced with? It’s making his heartbeat slow down into near flatline, paralyzing Jason in the process.

And now he’s stuck listening to his family lose it completely upon finding his “dead” body.

… shit.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 224

DCxDP

Now Booster Gold would like it known he is Not father material, or even responsible adult material. That is Ted, and even then they seem to share a single braincell when they're in each others presence.

But again, NOT anything close to father material. Which he repeats to both himself and the eldritch Time Entity who just handed him what he Knows to be pretty much an unborn child of its species. look, he Knows about Realms Beings- Espranto was literally his first language like many others of his timeline- so he knows the inherent dangers.

But Somehow him becoming a time-cop of sorts has endeared him towards this primordial one, thankfully. Less thankfully, it has given him a whole-ass CHILD. A BABY. HIM. Of all people!

Ted he needs help, he doesn't know if this counts as mpreg or something and he's freaking out man!

[bythepen98]

Zutara || Sleepy Zuko snuggling a very indulgent Katara ❤️️💙

kofi ⭐https://tinyurl.com/2p99f6ba

[the-baby-storyteller]

Chin lifts.

From Whumper to make Whumpee feel vulnerable. Weak. Like property. To remind them of their place and just how servile and pliant they are under Whumper’s control. Forcing them to lift their head, stretching their neck to the point of pain, in a show of cruel sadism as a wicked smile spreads across their lips.

From Caretaker to soothe Whumpee. To make them meet their eyes when they refuse. To check for illness or harm. Or tears. Maybe they smile when Whumpee’s gaze reaches their own. Perhaps they frown at what they see. Regardless, an intimate moment is created as Whumpee stares up at them, seeing the intemt strong within their eyes and feeling the firm unyielding grip of their hand, both whispering: “I’ve got you.”

Whumpee, the one having their chin lifted, feeling all too exposed with the near manhandling. For a Whumpee who’s main defense mechanism is hiding, not being able to cover their highly expressive face is a terror. A Whumpee who refuses to meet Whumper’s gaze out of spite. A Whumpee who buries their head in Caretakers chest when ill to hide the flush of their face or seek comfort.

Lift their chin.

[happistar]

Day 6: Two River squip

So Normal about this guy. the 'uip <3

[xjustakay]

(8/31) prompt: takeout — 1,217 words (jealous james ft. slightly meddling wolfstar) @jegulus-microfic

The second Regulus is through the front door of the flat he shares with Sirius and James, his brother is bolting up from the couch to come toward him.

“Thank Christ, that took fucking ages,” Sirius complains, automatically taking one of the bags looped around Regulus’ fingers.

“You insisted on the Italian place, you know they’re always busy,” Regulus remarks, eyes rolling.

He follows Sirius into the kitchen, nodding at Remus on the couch in greeting as he passes. James is at the sink finishing off a few dishes and when he turns around, he immediately smiles widely.

“Oh, you’re home.”

Stopping to pick up dinner on the way home from work isn’t unusual for him, especially on nights they’ve all got typical plans. Of course, Regulus has other plans tonight, but that’s beside the point.

Still, he nods once at James, a tight smile on his face that doesn’t match the brightness shone to him. Sirius is already rifling through the bag he took, pulling out containers of their takeout and spreading them on the small kitchen table. Regulus sets the other bag down and looks toward the neon clock on the oven, pursing his lips.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” He says snidely to his brother. “I’m running late now.”

Sirius shrugs, clearly unbothered, even as Regulus huffs irritably. Continuing to shuffle through the food, Sirius collects his and Remus’ meals, stacking containers precariously to take back to the living room.

“Late for what?” James asks.

“He’s skipping movie night ‘cause he’s got a date,” Sirius answers for him on his way out of the kitchen.

Regulus resists the urge to swat the small tower of takeout containers out of his brother’s arms. It’s not that he was keeping this date a secret exactly, but he might have liked to share that information himself, for fuck’s sake. Regulus stares with narrowed eyes at the kitchen doorway for a long moment until James is shifting his attention back to him.

“A date? You’re—” He cuts off when Regulus pointedly arches one brow at him. “You’ve got a date.”

It’s not a question anymore in its finality. James’ tone has gone flat, almost unimpressed, and Regulus can’t figure out why.

“Yes, I do,” He confirms.

These last few months since Regulus left home and moved in with Sirius and his best friend have been an adjustment. In that adjusting, though, he and James have gotten strangely closer, developed some sort of friendship of their own. He’s always kept James a little at arms length, considering he’s Sirius’ best friend, first and foremost. Whatever childhood crush had ignited years ago has long-since been snuffed out.

Or so he continues to try convincing himself.

Because of his new, growing closeness with James, Regulus has come to learn some of his tells. The way he bounces on the balls of his feet when he physically can’t contain his enthusiasm. The way he ruffles his hands through his messy hair more when he’s nervous about something.

Or, like now, how his teeth snap together, jaw rolling and his hands clenching, because James is irritated.

“Is there a problem?” Regulus questions.

“No, of course not. Why would there be a problem? You’ve got a date. You’re dating.” James says the word like it’s left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. “That’s— Well, that’s just awesome, isn’t it?”

Grey eyes narrow at him, arms lifting from Regulus’ sides to fold loosely over his chest. “Right.”

“Is it someone I know?” James steps nearer to him, Regulus watching him closely.

“One of Remus’ coworkers. He set us up.”

James’ jaw goes slack as he huffs a dry laugh. He glowers past Regulus in the direction of the living room, his head shaking slowly.

“Fucking Moony,” James mutters beneath his breath.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Regulus notes.

“I already said there’s not a problem.”

“You’re certainly acting like there is.”

“Maybe I’m just upset you’re skipping out on movie night.” It’s clear the moment that James has said it that even he realizes what a weak excuse that is.

Regulus continues to stare at him in silent disbelief until finally James scoffs, caving.

“Moony knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“What does that even fucking mean?” Regulus implores.

“He probably thinks he’s being some twisted sort of helpful, the bastard.”

Regulus is impossibly more confused now, his own annoyance growing from his impatience. “I don’t have time for whatever this is.”

“Right, because you’ve got a date.” James’ lip curls in distaste, once again entirely unshy in his dislike for having to use the word in this context.

“So what?” Regulus snaps. 

He tilts his chin up, keeping eye contact and standing his ground when James takes another step nearer to him.

“So, maybe I don’t want you to go.” James tosses his arms out widely in semblance of a shrug, hazel eyes blazing. “Happy?”

Regulus scowls, on the defense now. “No, you don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I’m being annoying when you’re the one throwing a fit over me going out with someone. You’re not my b—”

James cocks his head to the side, squinting behind his glasses when Regulus cuts himself off. There’s a long pause between them; tension in the air suffocating as Regulus tries to take a deep breath. Before he can go on, though, James is shuffling even closer, directly in front of him, only inches between them now.

“And if I want to be?” James challenges, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

Which… Well. That’s just. Not the reaction Regulus was expecting at all. 

Sure, they’ve gotten closer. He dares to think they���ve even grown affectionate toward each other in some regards, but this? What James is suggesting? Regulus has never even let himself consider it, the time of daydreams about James Potter long behind him.

“What?” It comes out sounding smaller than Regulus would like, the fight drained out of his voice as he looks at James with wide eyes.

“You heard me, love.” James settles a hand at Regulus’ side and he nearly flinches in surprise.

Ultimately it’s Sirius that causes Regulus to startle visibly instead, when his voice carries from the living room: “Are you two done having your little lover’s quarrel yet?

“We’d like to start the movie,” Remus adds.

Regulus takes a large step back from James, who clears his throat awkwardly and lifts a hand to ruffle back through his hair familiarly.

“I, um.” Regulus feels heat color his cheeks as he glances at the remaining takeout containers on the table, a crease in his brow. “Maybe I can… skip the date.”

“Yeah?” God, James sounds so fucking hopeful. It’s just as apparent when Regulus looks back at him again; the brightness of his eyes, the lift of his brows, the subtle smile that twitches at the edges of his mouth.

There’s definitely much more conversation to be had, things to figure out between them now that this is out in the open. Still, Regulus presses his lips together, avoiding a stupid smile of his own, and snatches a container of food from the table. 

He half-turns away from where James is fully beaming at him now when he says, “It’s movie night, after all.”

[skullfragments]

in honor of the official 10th anniversary of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, i present to you this very accurate self-portrait i sketched in… (checks notes) 2019, of how i spent the first week of that particular summer break from college

@catws-anniversary

[zarnzarn]

IS THIS A DEFEAT OR A VICTORY CAN I GET A HALLELUJAH????

(requests for one-shots open in celebration!)

[welcometothewoes]

The image of A lying down with their head on B's chest, listening to their heartbeat while dozing off and basking in the warmth B emits gets me through the workday agh it's so good and tender

Especially if B puts their hand on A's back and slowly caresses them, or maybe plays with their hair, and all their problems melt away for a few hours because it's just the two of them in the whole wide world

[aflyingsheepnamedrose]

Trope idea (fluff overdose)

Hero has the ability to heal people with their kisses, so Villain gives the Hero an upper hand in battle just so the Hero can shower them with kisses later on. Hero thinks this is completely normal, but it takes a while for them to catch on to the fact that Villain is severely touch starved and in dire need of their smooches.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 80

 So Dan knows that there’s heroes that have gone back in time, he’s aware of that fact. But he doesn’t exactly care and has more important things to worry about. Like the fact that Danny and Ellie are now three years old, right when he’s moving, though maybe that’s a blessing in disguise seeing as the GIW are searching for them in Amity. 

  But still, he has more important things to worry about than the speedster vibrating five feet away from him. Like making sure Ellie and Danny are alright to visit (ugh) Peepaw Clocky while he goes to work. 

  Ms. Mercy is not messing around, which he appreciates in a workspace, but he has to wait for another opening in the daycare before he can bring his, as far as everyone else is aware, siblings who he got emergency custody of. 

  What with how Jazz is interning in Gotham, they figured Metropolis would be safer. Now if the speedster would stop following him, he would really appreciate it. He’s literally just an intern under Ms Mercy as an assistant, not even one of the scientists, and it’s not like his timeline of the end of the world exists anymore! 

[starstriix]

i just want to make sure we all understand that fics/fanart can be made PRIOR to jock week to post during the week?? which is why the prompts were posted over a month in advance?? please don't feel like you need to make artworks and fics every day on the event (unless you're hardcore like that) because the artist burnout will be horrible 😭

it's okay, you're not expected to write 7 fics or draw 7 artworks in the span of a week whilst having to also deal with school work/jobs/whatever. Just making sure we all understand that so some of us don't freaking die LOL