#writing prompt asks

[demigoddessqueens]

Can I request 12. possessive hand-holding for Arcane Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silico, and Ekko with his gn s/o please?

- CV-Non

Of course!!

masterlist 12 /// ao3 /// prompts found HERE

Viktor

He knows what others may think of him, and seeing you with him does not deter their ire, so pulling you closer or gripping you tighter is a subtle defiance on his end. Sometimes his tighter hand grips is met with a reassuring kiss from you.

Ekko

Holding your hand tighter, pulling you close is just a natural reflex of his to protect who he loves. Besides, he’s overly fond of such a gesture before he has to depart with the others for patrol.

Jayce

He had taken you to one of the Council’s more upscale events. Whereas he knew these things were just part of the job, he wasn’t too fond of the stares you were receiving from the other patrons. Through a tight-lipped smile and terse words, he grips tightly onto your hand to bring you away from their stares.

Steb

A sweet, quiet gentleman who squeezes your hand to get your attention. Fond of tight grips to easily pull you in for a hug (or kiss ;D ) but also likes intertwining his fingers with yours

Vander

In-canon, he does it to know that you’re there for him, by him, with him through it all. In the AU timeline, some young fool may try their luck with you but hand-holding could not get the point across who you already belong to.

Silco

If this is in-canon universe, it comes with his title as the feared leader of Zaun. Any other degenerate dog would know never to look at you lustfully, which is partly why he pulls you close to him if they do

If we’re talking about the AU, there’s still a jealous element but he’s not totally scaring the daylights out of someone else

[sorinethemastermind]

16 & 20 for Sorvus🙏🏻

 Corvus had really tried to keep an eye on Soren. He had promised Claudia, after all. She’d made it very clear what would happen otherwise. But in the mass of gyrating bodies, roaring music, and strobing lights it had been far too easy for him to slip away into the crowd. Corvus cursed under his breath as somebody bumped into him, sloshing part of their drink down his front. They didn’t even notice in whatever haze they were in; just continued dancing. He swerved around them, ringing whatever it was from his shirt as best he could. He hated parties.

 The only reason he had agreed to come to this one was because Soren had asked. Corvus had to admit he’d been surprised. They’d been playing on the Katolis Crownguards together for years and the other boy had never seemed to show any particular interest in him. But something about Soren had changed recently. And whatever had changed had also brought him waltzing across the locker room after practice to ask Corvus if he wanted to go to the New Year’s Eve party. And for some stupid reason Corvus had said yes. Even though he hated parties and he’d already made plans with Gren and Amaya. She’d rolled her eyes when he canceled on them, but Gren had tried to be supportive and offer words of encouragement. That might have been worse. It was certainly more embarrassing.

 And then he’d shown up, and Soren’s sister had been there, ducking out the door giggling with boyfriend in tow. She’s drawn up short when she saw him, then thrown her arms wide and grinned, swallowing him in a gigantic hug. 

 “Corvus!” she’d cried. “Thank god you’re here. Can you keep an eye on Sor-bear for me?”

 Her breath had reeked of alcohol and mistakes about to be made. But he’d just nodded, even as she warned him that for all Soren might boast, he couldn’t handle his booze and that Corvus was under no circumstances to let him have more than three drinks.

 “How many has he had already?” Corvus had asked.

 She’d thought for a moment. “Five!”

 Corvus had been about to ask how that was supposed to work, but she was already skipping down the drive and away, dragging Terry with her (he at least gave Corvus an apologetic smile before allowing himself to be pulled behind a bush). Corvus had sighed, rolled up his metaphorical sleeves (it was too cold to actually do it) and gone inside.

 He had caught sight of Soren several times over the course of the night, usually by the cooler, often surrounded by the other members of the Katolis Crownguards. But by the time that Corvus had fought his way through the crowd, he had vanished, melting back into the throng of celebrating teenagers. That was how Corvus ended up with drink spilled down his front. 

 Giving up, he pushed frustratedly through to the bathroom. It was occupied, but the door was open, and he took that as an excuse to kick out the pair of lovesick seniors who clearly weren’t using it correctly. They ran off giggling and he was able to close the door behind them and block out some of the noise.

 Corvus took off his shirt and wrung it out over the sink before slipping it back on, wrinklier and still smelling strongly of vodka. He should never have let himself be this stupid. What had he been thinking? New Year’s Eve parties are always like this. They’ve always been like this and they always will be like this. And he was stupid to think that he could like one, no matter who had invited-

 Corvus opened the door to find Soren standing there. Alright, standing was a stretch. He had very clearly had more than three drinks (and probably more than five) and it looked like he probably would be on the floor without the support of the banister. And yet there was still a plastic cup in his hand, newly filled by the looks of it. 

“Corvus!” Soren exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air and sloshing the contents of the cup onto the floor. “You made it! Guys, look, Corvus made it!” 

 Corvus looked around, but the announcement had been made to a mostly empty hallway. Certainly not to anybody he recognized.

 “How many of those have you had?” he asked, pointing to the cup in a desperate attempt to live up to Claudia’s (drunken and most likely misguided) trust.

 “Oh, uh. I don’t know.” Soren mused, taking a few lopsided steps forward. “Seven-”

 “That’s not so bad.”

 “-ty four?”

 Corvus was about to explain why that number was highly improbable, but decided it would be breath wasted. 

��“Let’s get you some water.” he said instead, guiding Soren over to sit on the edge of the tub even as he plucked the plastic cup from his hand and dumped it’s contents into the sink.

 Once he was satisfied that Soren wouldn't fall backwards and hurt himself, he rinsed the cup out a few times (just to be safe) and filled it with water from the tap. Soren didn’t even seem to notice that the cup had been absent by the time he’d slipped it back into his hand.

 “You’re so perfect.” Soren said as Corvus sat down next to him, one hand steadying him. “Did you know that? You should know that. People probably tell you allllll the time. How can anyone be so perfect?”

 “Soren, drink your water.” 

 “Maybe you’re just a dream.” he continued, but afterwards he did take a sip. 

 “But not like a nightmare. No, not like a nightmare.” Soren shook his head violently, something he seemed to regret immediately after. “Like a good dream. A good, good dream.”

 Corvus tried to ignore what he was saying. Sure, if he hadn't of been drunk, then this would probably be a scene right out of one of Corvus’ own dreams. But he was drunk. Corvus reminded himself of that several times. He was drunk, so none of this was real. It might as well be a dream, for all the truth in it.

 “Wait no.” Soren said after a moment of silence, holding up a finger as if to ask for pause. “This is not a dream. I think. Cause in my dreams, we’re usually kissing.”

 And that did catch Corvus’ attention despite his best efforts.

 “We’re usually… kissing?”

 “Yeah.” Soren nodded, a little more gingerly this time. “Yuppers.”

 Corvus ignored the word yuppers. “Do you… do you like me?”

 “Why wouldn’t I like you?” Soren asked, perplexed. Corvus wasn’t sure if it was because of the amount of alcohol in his system or if it was actually a stupid question to ask. “Of course I like you. You’re Corvus.”

 “Then did you… did you invite me…” Corvus glanced around, and even though it was just them, he still whispered the last bit of his question. “As a date?”

 “What? Nooooo.” Soren said, and Corvus' heart dropped to his stomach. His face burned as Soren continued; "You're Corvus.”

 “Yeah. I’m Corvus.” he agreed quietly, feeling silly. Of course Soren didn’t like him back. He’d invited all of the Crownguards. And after all, like Soren had said, he was Corvus.

 But Soren wasn’t done yet. “You’re Corvus.” he said again. “You’re so cool, and classy, and you play the giant violin-”

 “Cello.”

 “That’s what I said. You’re just like so… Corvus.”

 “And is that… a good thing?”

 “Duh.” Soren slapped him on the back so hard Corvus nearly fell forward onto the floor. But he was laughing, and then they were both laughing. After a moment Soren fell silent, and he stared into his little plastic cup the way people stare into shot glasses in movies.

 “And I’m so… Soren. You’re all cool and cute and confident and I’m all… not.”

 “What are you talking about?” Corvus asked, genuinely confused. “You’re one of the most confident people I know.”

 He didn’t add that Soren was also definitely cute.

 Soren snorted, and though there was still a bit of a slur in his voice as he spoke, his expression was downcast. “I’m so not confident. I’m like… I’m like stupid, and not smart, and worthless.”

 Corvus wasn’t really sure what to say to that, so instead he just looped an arm around Soren’s shoulders, which did seem to successfully distract them both from anything else that had been happening. So they just sat there for a moment, until eventually Soren freed his own arm from where it was trapped between them and looped it around Corvus’ shoulders in turn. 

 “This is nice.” he said. “Why don’t we do this all the time?”

 “Well-” Corvus began, but he cut himself off. “I don’t know.”

 “We should. I think I’d like that.” And then Soren ruined the moment by winking at him and adding; “Dream boy.”

 Corvus could just imagine Amaya rolling her eyes. But he banished her spectral presence, feeling heat rising in his cheeks. Which Soren then proceeded to poke. 

 “What are you doing?” Corvus asked, startled.

 “Making sure you’re real.” Soren replied, poking him again. “See. You are real. So that’s cool.”

 “Yes. Very cool.”

[jestersdlc]

I usually do my own prompts for Slendlr oneshots and whatnot, but I figured it would be fun to have it as people can send in asks to suggest prompts and or who with a prompt for lil oneshots (generally will probably be under 1k but you never know if I feel especiallyinspired by the prompt at that time :3)

Kinda like ask games but slendlr writing :3

There's a sensory prompts ask list found here! That can be used or my own slendlr promp lists here or even just your own prompts if you have a simple silly idea ^_^

Only real rule would be no nsfw suggestions (mildly suggestive is fine but will be up to my discretion whether I do them or not)

You can also send prompts to my slendlr blogs just please mention its a writing prompt (and assume the prompt will feature that specific slender automatically then)

[novelbear]

"please give me a hug, oh baby" - adorable affectionate gestures for your otp

a prompt list by @novelbear

gently resting a chin on the other's shoulder (and in turn, they lean their head on theirs)

firm squeezes on the shoulder or hand as a form of encouragement

holding hands while walking (and doing that little swinging thing)

wrapping their arm around their neck/shoulder and gently pulling them in

occasional kisses on the cheek

swaying back hugs while standing and waiting

pressing foreheads against one another smiling.

cuteness aggression taking over and they can't help but just mess up their lover's hair, sniffing and nuzzling all the while.

hopping onto their back and clinging on (with or without warning)

(soft) bites on the shoulder, arm, top of their head

catching them staring and sending them a teasing wink

^ making little noises to accompany the gesture

connecting at the ankles and swinging feet together

knowing that their lover is ticklish and giving them slight pokes in certain spots.

short and sweet kisses (that may or may not have been induced by a quick pout)

playing and scratching in their hair while they lay down as if they're in bed

plopping down on their lap like they're a portable sofa

lovingly poking their cheeks, nose, stomach

hugging them, pulling them closer their chest, taking in their scent, smiling as they stare into one another's eyes.

blowing kisses every other minute

pulling them close and whispering sweet nothings into their ear

giving them a little massage on their hand or shoulders

[dippingmytoesin]

The Realm's Greatest Actor

Danny didn't mean to lie. He really didn't. Or, well, he did. But he didn't want to! He had no choice.

He wasn't great at lying, but he was amazing at acting.

So that's what he did. He acted, playing the part of a thousand-year-old king stuck as a kid. It was easy because it wasn't fully an act.

Danny had died. When he died, he was fourteen. His ghost stayed fourteen forever. His human half stopped noticeably aging at 18 or 19-ish. He has been a ghost for... 240 years? 245? Maybe a little more. And he has been the Ghost King for 235.

So, he acted the part. When he was summoned, he pulled out the theatrics. Chill the room, frost the floor and walls, maybe a little of the ceiling. Fancy cape, fancy crown, fancy fantasy king clothes. Presentation of what most expect.

But he was forever fourteen, so he needed a little... something more, if you will. Floating around, randomly appearing behind people, the occasional echoing giggle. A fae-like trickster, if you will.

So was his act. He would get summoned, decide whether to do the thing or not, maybe have a mostly harmless twist. Like making people make him food, or he turning the big bad into a squirrel, or whatever. A childish trickster, with the powers of a god.

He set up some rules for himself he didn't actually have to follow.

Don't go into a room before invited, but after even the slightest invitation, he could go whenever he pleased for the rest of eternity.

Shake hands to 'seal a deal' or, if they're really gross, snap. And when you shake, do way too much; fast and eager.

Whenever someone asks him to do something, ask for something in return. If they say no to what he asked, just huff and do the thing they asked anyway.

Laugh at random comments, and make random comments that make no sense. i.e, "Wow. The walls are so hungry here! You should probably paint them blue.

Sprinkle a little ice on random things, and anything he eats or drinks. Don't explain it, and maybe do it for some people he likes.

Randomly stare at things, and tap/poke a door knob before opening the door.

There were a few smaller things, but that was the gist of it. Random rules to throw people off his scent. Leave them wondering and curious.

So, when Danny is summoned to help with a world-ending threat by a bunch of heroes that remind him of when he was a kid watching cartoons, he helps. And he stays. But how long can he keep up this charade?

(Prompt- you're here!) (part 1)

[unboundprompts]

body language descriptions please?

(eg: she cocked her head)

thank you 💗💗💗

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Anxiety/Nervousness

She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her fingers tugging nervously at the fabric as she struggled to find the right words.

They bit their lower lip.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze, a clear indication of his guilt.

She absentmindedly rubbed her neck.

He chewed his nails, a nervous habit that he couldn't seem to quit.

They rubbed their hands together nervously.

He tightened his jaw.

She felt beads of sweat forming on her brow, betraying her calm facade as her heart raced.

Frustration/Impatience

Their fists clenched at their sides.

He tapped his fingers rhythmically against the table, a clear sign of impatience as he waited for her to finish.

He rolled his eyes, the gesture full of exasperation as he dismissed her words.

She let out a heavy sigh, the sound heavy with resignation as she faced the inevitable.

He threw his hands up in defeat.

Curiosity

He leaned forward in his chair, eager to hear more, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical as she questioned his intentions.

She tilted her head slightly.

He watched intently, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every detail of her story.

Confidence/Assertiveness

He stood tall with his shoulders back, projecting confidence even in the face of uncertainty.

They sat on the edge of their seat.

She gestured wildly, her hands moving animatedly as she tried to express her excitement.

He stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an air of authority and control over the situation.

They held their chin up high, projecting self-assurance even in the face of adversity.

Defensiveness/Resignation

He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his discomfort.

He braced himself against the wall, a protective stance.

She folded her hands in her lap, a sign of restraint as she fought the urge to speak.

They shrank back slightly, their shoulders hunching as if trying to make themselves smaller in the face of criticism.

He held his breath momentarily, steeling himself for the inevitable conflict he sensed was coming.

She covered her face with her hands, overwhelmed by the situation as she tried to block out the world.

Thoughtfulness/Concentration

She furrowed her brow in concentration, her mind clearly racing as she tried to solve the problem at hand.

She nodded slowly, processing the information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative.

He stared blankly into space, lost in thought as he processed what had just been revealed.

He drummed his fingers on the table, the rhythmic sound a sign of his deep contemplation.

She tapped her foot lightly, her mind racing.

Eagerness/Excitement

He paced back and forth, his restless energy manifesting in the constant movement as he considered his options.

She bent forward, her elbows resting on her knees, a sign of intimacy and engagement in the conversation.

She swayed slightly from side to side, a subconscious display of her nervous energy as she waited for the verdict.

He bounced on his toes, his excitement palpable.

She jumped up and down, a spontaneous display of her joy that couldn’t be contained.

[somanyfandomsorkinafs]

(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

[corkinavoid]

Hey, @confused-they, this is for you and for everyone else who wanted more of this AU. Merry Christmas.

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 4]

[<- part 3 | additional notes ->]

[Written to 'Tantrum' by Ashnikko]

TW: mentioned mild gore (some inside parts become outside ones, nothing graphic)

Tim can't breathe.

Joker's mad laughter is ringing through the darkness of the warehouse, echoing in his head, the screeching sound straight out of nightmares. Hood should be nearby - as in, somewhere in this darkness along with him - but Tim can't think about that, his own maniacal giggles bubbling in the back of his throat, a grin tugging at his lips.

He has to get up. He has to stand, he has to fight, and it really shouldn't be this hard.

But he can't breathe.

Tim clutches his fingers on the fabric of his suit on the chest, distantly wondering if this is how Danny feels when he is more human than ghost. Probably not, he mentioned that breathing is only optional.

He really wants his boyfriend right now. His fiance. Whatever, he wants Danny, he wants his cold hands on his cheeks and the faint, humming purr of his core that Tim finds nice to fall asleep to, and-

Maybe later. He can't exactly summon him now, not in the middle of a fight, especially not in the middle of a fight with Joker of all people.

There's an angry growl somewhere to Tim's left, staticky through the voice-modulator. Then several sounds of gunshots and a gleeful, taunting yell of the madman.

Hold on.

Tim snaps his eyes open - not that anything changes, everything is still pitch-black around him - and blinks.

Why not?..

It's not like Danny is a civilian. Tim tends to pay little attention to the fact since the King of Infinite Realms doesn't hang out with the whole superhero convention on principle. But Tim is pretty sure he won't mind it this once.

Besides, Tim is so done with Joker that it's not even funny.

A few breathy chuckles escape his throat as he lets his body fully slump back on the floor and brings his left hand to his face, placing a quick kiss on the Ring through his glove. He doesn't need to do that, not really, but it's kind of a ritual at this point, and the gesture somehow makes him feel better.

"Danny," he whispers.

For a long moment, nothing happens.

Then, there's a soft, popping sound, and his beautiful boyfriend is floating right over him, faintly glowing and a little sleepy. Tim is momentarily distracted by his bare feet and pj pants with tiny rockets on them.

Danny yawns and tugs the hem of his t-shirt down as it starts to float. "Whas'sup," he mutters, rubbing his eyes and clearly not fully awake, and Tim's heart melts instantly. He loves Danny. He just... He loves him, okay? He loves that Danny didn't question his summons for a moment, he loves that he came even though he was obviously sleeping, and he loves that Danny is wearing a tee he stole from Tim.

Unfortunately, before he is able to get his shit back together, another sound of gunshot ripples through the air, and Danny startles, blinking himself awake and looking in the direction of it. Then, his eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth makes a soft 'O' shape before he turns back to Tim and tilts his head in question.

"You want me to deal with him? The clown, I mean, not your brother," he asks, and it's so casual and off-handed that Tim actually huffs a laugh.

"Sorry, I was just- I'm really tired of his ass," Tim should probably sit up, this is not a talk they should have while he is lying on the ground. On the other hand, Jason is somewhere out there, and he has guns and doesn't have a clear visual around him, so maybe Tim shouldn't sit up.

Danny hums, "Is that a yes?"

Tim just nods. He is pretty sure Danny can see him despite the darkness. "I promise it's a one-time thing, I don't plan on calling you every time one of local lunatics acts up. I just... I fucking can't with him," he admits with a defeated sigh. But, before he can spiral any further into the abyss of unworthiness, Danny's cold hands are cupping his cheeks, and his icy eyes are looking right into Tim's sky blue.

"Love, I don't mind getting rid of each and every one of your Rogues. Granted, it would probably fuck up the timeline, and Clocky would be mad, but I'd do it if you want me to, no questions asked." His voice is quiet, and Tim has never been more grateful for his domino mask, because he can feel his cheeks heating up and he doesn't want Danny to see the exact effect his words are causing.

"I- Okay," he quietly agrees, and then blinks, backtracking, "Wait, no, don't fuck up the timeline. Just deal with the laughing bitch this once, and that's it. We can handle the rest."

Danny is smiling at him in that adoring way Tim recognizes as 'I really want to kiss you, but it's not the time or place'. Then, he nods and lets go of Tim's cheeks, straightening up in the air, and his clothes shift all at once, like a magic trick.

Gone are the stretched out t-shirt and the pants with rocket ships. In their place, Danny's body is head to toe covered in stars and galaxies that hold the vague shape of armor, and there's a slightly shimmering, blueish-green translucent cape over one of his shoulders.

The Crown over his head, the sentient artifact much like the Ring on Tim's finger, appears from nowhere, and, after a brief pause - Tim swears it was debating on whether or not the situation is worth the effort - promptly sets itself on fire. Blue flames cast long shadows on Danny's, no, King's face, making him look older and his cheekbones sharper.

Before, the boy was only faintly glowing, and, evidently, the others present in the warehouse were too distracted to notice him.

But now, with the flaming Crown casting dancing shadows on the walls of the warehouse, it's really hard not to see the otherworldly being making an appearance.

"Holy fuck," Tim hears Hood's quiet, astonished voice, and almost cracks a grin.

Yeah, he wants to say, that's my boyfriend. Although he suspects he and Jason are having vastly different reactions to Danny's presence. Because Tim kind of wants to take all his words about dealing with Joker back and take Danny home, straight to bed.

...He is going to have to strangle Jason in his sleep if his reaction is similar. No, that's a wrong thought, this is so not the time for it.

"Who are you, flying glowstick?" Joker sounds rightfully pissed off by the interruption, "Does Batsy employ alien kids now?"

Danny chuckles, the starry freckles on his cheeks glowing brighter, "Okay, just because you compared me to an alien, I'm not going to completely erase you from this plane of existence."

Tim snaps his head up.

"Wait, no killing," he reminds, not because he actually cares but because B would throw a fit. Danny brushes him off with a wave of his hand.

"No worries, he'll stay alive," he smiles at Tim, and to everyone else, it probably looks like stuff of nightmares, sharp, pointy teeth and lips stretched out far beyond human capabilities. But Tim sees it for what it is: a face of mischief.

"Do I get a vote in this?" Jason's deadpan voice comes from somewhere on the other side of the warehouse at the same moment as Joker screeches in rage, "Who the fuck do you think-"

"Nope," Danny pops the 'p', and Tim is not sure if he is answering to Hood or refusing to listen to the clown's monolog by it. Maybe it's both. It's probably both.

The next moment, Danny is gone, disappeared from the place he was floating at, and Tim hears a wet, very unpleasant sound followed by Joker's scream of pain.

"You see this?" He hears Danny's nonchalant, unfazed voice above the clown's pained cries, "This is your rib, bitch- Hey, quit whining and listen to me, it's important."

There's a slap, a rustle, and a sound of ripping fabric, and Joker's voice becomes muffled, like someone put a gag in his mouth.

"You're like Adam now, you know, lacking one rib," Danny continues, "Only I'm not making you a girl out of this one, I'm pretty sure you don't deserve to reproduce. Anyway, going further down that metaphor, I'm the God almighty in this situation, so if you want to keep the rest of your ribs - and the rest of other things that are supposed to stay inside of you - to yourself, you gotta do a thing for me, okay?"

There's some muffled groans that Joker makes in response, then an enraged growl, a sound of a struggle, another slap, and then that same wet, disgusting squelch.

"Two ribs, wow, okay, you're really being difficult about this!" Danny sounds so innocently dumbstruck about it that Tim suppresses a laugh. "Are you listening now?" There's a quiet, choking wheeze that answers him, and Danny sounds quite pleased when he says, "Great."

Tim debates if he should look. He doesn't exactly want to since the sounds provide enough context, but it might be somewhat cathartic for him.

And then the air around him inexplicably shifts, becoming cold and oppressive, weighting Tim down like a heavy blanket and pushing him into the floor. The dancing shadows and the blue light of flames on the walls twist and churn, like taking aim, and Tim doesn't know what Danny looks like right now but he knows he is as far from human as possible, his voice coming with a staticky, echoing whisper, a threatening hiss slithering inside Tim's ears.

"Play your little games all you want, Fallen Jester, but know that you can not win. The punchline to your joke is long overdue, and your soul has belonged to me for quite some time now," his words are cold and uncaring, and in all the time Tim has known his boyfriend, he has never heard him speak like this: with a sense of lazy power, like he is only humoring the people around him.

Like they mean nothing to him.

"I will not kill you, or at least not here and now. My Guiding Star doesn't want to see my hands dirty with your filthy remains. Besides, death is only a moment, and you don't deserve only a moment of suffering," he huffs a short, humorless chuckle, "But, luckily, I am the Eyes of the Universe, the Titan's Bane, the King of the Dead, and everyone will meet me once their eyes fall shut for the last time," there's a smile in his voice now, full of cold and merciless anticipation. Tim feels a shiver run down his spine.

"So just you wait, Jester, and I will meet you on the other side. Then we'll see how whatever is left of your soul is going to spend an eternity."

Tim's ears are ringing with the pure, somehow gleeful hatred that laces those last words. He didn't know he could literally taste the disgust and the promise of pain, and yet, here he is, with a hint of something sour on his tongue.

And then, the heavy, weighted air that has been charged with power is lifted, the shadows and bright blue lights are all gone, and Danny, wearing his pj's and smiling, is standing over him. His feet are planted on the ground for once, and the Crown is gone without a trace, but his t-shirt is still trying to float up. The boy tugs it down again, offering a hand to Tim.

"Wanna go out for a burger since I'm already here in Gotham?"

Tim had never breathed easier in his life. He laughs a little and reaches up, taking his beautifully unhinged boyfriend's hand and standing up.

"I thought you'd never ask."

[demigoddessqueens]

Can I request 8. squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement for Arcane Viktor, Jayce, Steb, Vander, Silico, and Ekko with his gn s/o please?

- CV-Non

Awwwh this sounds precious!

a/n - writing prompts found here

200 days of spring and summer

Ekko

You two were cooped in the tree’s branches together, looking down on the people you love below. You see the concern on his face as you squeeze his hand in comfort, doing all that you can for now to ease his mind.

Viktor

Working tirelessly over his projects, you stay by his side if he ever wears himself ragged. Squeezing his hands, shoulders, you offer what you can as the lithe inventor pours over his work until the late hours.

Jayce

he’s adjusting to new life as a Councillor, and yet Jayce is grateful he’s found a supportive one such as you. He returns back your intimate gesture with a content smile as you lean into him

Silco

meetings with the other crime lords of Zaun are never your favorite occasion but dating the so-called leader of Zaun offers you some half-hearted relief. Out of sight, out of view, you tightly clench onto Silco’s hand

Steb

You were patching up his injuries as the rest of the conflict had died down, only you both were trying to reassure the other. He clasps your hands, and you his, as you both huddle close to the other.

Vander

a routine visit from the Enforcers had left you shaken until you felt a calming hand on your shoulder. You intertwine it with your own as you try to offer Vander a reassuring smile.

[sorinethemastermind]

Drunken love confessions! 5 and 14 for Janaya!

"Aren't you going to drink anything?" Gren asked, coming up behind her. Janai turned to see him and Amaya standing there, her hands still in motion. "It's supposed to be a party."

Janai shook her head but didn't elaborate. Amaya followed her gaze across the room to the happy new couple, still dancing even though everybody else had left the floor.

"You're worried." Gren translated, and Janai turned to face her wife, her expression admission enough.

Amaya wrapped an arm brusquely around her shoulders. "You don't need to be. They're strong. Stronger than we were, at their age."

"I know that." Janai said. "But I still worry. They've been through enough. And now she is Queen." she sighed.

Amaya signed something quickly to Gren, too fast for Janai to catch, and he vanished into the crowd. He returned moments later with a drink. Or more, a tray of drinks. Amaya grinned at her.

You won't be worried soon. Amaya signed, and Janai couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"You are a bad influence."

But she joined them, each of them taking a shot. Gren was barely able to get his down before he started choking, and then it was hard to be worried because she was laughing, Amaya slapping him on the back so hard he nearly toppled out of his chair. He only lasted a few more rounds before he staggered to his feet and announced that he was going to go and find a bathroom, leaving the pair of them alone.

Amaya handed her another glass, barely even seeming buzzed.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Janai asked her, not wanting to admit that she felt a little tipsy.

I thought humans didn't have magic? Amaya signed back.

Janai laughed, and it was loud even to her ears. But Amaya was right about one thing; she wasn't worried. Because how could she be, when this warrior, capable of downing five shots without blinking, was also her wife?

By seven Janai was beginning to consider following Gren.

Had enough? Amaya asked her, eyebrow raised, and Janai laughed. The world around her wife seemed almost rose tinted, and she realized that no one else made her laugh quite like Amaya did. She also realized she probably going to be sick.

"What do you humans put in this stuff?" she asked as Amaya helped her out of the main hall.

That's a secret. Amaya told her. This is my from my personal collection.

"Your-" Janai shook her head. Except that might have been a bad idea, because it spun the world out of focus.

"You're cute." she said. "And a bit blurry. But definitely also cute."

Amaya rolled her eyes, but her hands were already in motion. You're drunk. A pause. But you are too.

And then it was just them out in the hall, the festivities forgotten behind them. And Janai felt a bit more like she could breath. She used to run and play in that hall, some part of her thought. Now it only made her anxious.

Are you alright? Amaya gave her a concerned look.

Janai tried to say that she was fine, but the drink had loosened her tongue, and the truth slipped out instead. "Am I a bad mother?"

Amaya shook her head instantly. You are a wonderful mother.

"But how can that be true? Aislynn is queen now."

Do you remember the cakes?

"The... cakes?"

When you were deciding if you wanted to be queen or be with me, I told you that it wasn't a choice. To just have both things. You do not have to be queen to be Aislynn's mother.

"But as Queen I could protect her." Janai said, "And now... now I cannot."

You will always protect her. But maybe now she does not need it anymore.

"But as a mother it is your duty to ensure that your children never have to face what you did. And I had to face being queen, and now-"

Aislynn chose this. Amaya reminder her. Aislynn chose this the same way you did. You may think you do not understand it, but you do.

Janai sighed, sitting down against the wall with Amaya beside her. "You are so smart." She smiled, tucking a strand of hair out of her wife's face. "And so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

You couldn't let me down if you tried.

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[cursedbycrossovers]

Help Wanted ≠ Send Sacrifices

Danny gripped his bangs in his fist, staring down at the paperwork before him with endless frustration and not a lick of comprehension.

Why was there so much paperwork, anyway? Pariah Dark hadn't exactly seemed like the type to keep records. Had he done this on purpose? As punishment to whomever wound up taking the throne from him? Danny had to admit, that sounded like a really devious plan. Unless the next ruler had been, like, The Secretary Ghost or something.

… that gave Danny an idea.

Clockwork had told him about this "Kingly Connection" thing he had yet to try out. Supposedly, it made it so that the king could address his subjects all at once, no matter where they may be. In case of an urgent announcement or Realms-threatening danger, or something.

To Danny, it sounded like a really efficient way to send out a 'Help Wanted' ad. Everyone would be able to hear it, and anyone who for some reason didn't could learn about it through word of mouth. Those who felt they were qualified could come see him at the Keep, and those who didn't could just continue on with whatever they'd been doing. It was the perfect plan.

Danny flopped back in his seat, relieved for the reprieve as he shut his tired eyes. He followed the pull, down, down, into his core… and then even further, til the light behind his eyes got brighter, til he reached the power of the KING.

Hey, everyone. This is your King speaking. I need like, a secretary or something. Someone who can help me handle literal millennia of paperwork. So, if y'all could come on down to the Keep, or pass the offer on to the smartest person you know, that'd be dope.

Danny felt as the power pulsed within his chest, sending his message out along the millions of tiny strings tying all Undead souls back to his. He sighed and slouched in his chair, exhaustion finally catching up to him. All he had to do now was wait. A little nap in the meantime couldn't hurt, could it?

— — —

Jason felt simultaneously floaty and more grounded than he had since his mysterious resurrection. All his anger and uncertainty was just gone, replaced by pure drive and direction. He wasn't thinking very deeply, but he knew what he was doing. It was like laying on the surface of a sunlit lake, letting the gentle waves take him wherever they wished.

The Red Hood finished the chalk circle in the middle of the wide, empty warehouse floor and stepped back. The lines and starbursts that decorated it were drawn immaculately, without a single smudge. Now, all he needed was…

… the smartest person you know…

… Where was Tim?

[mischievous-thunder]

The morning after Althea had to spend yet another sleepless night because of the two freaks:

Meanwhile Logan:

P.S. Neither of the two idiots was drunk.

[sorinethemastermind]

Send me an ask with a tdp ship and a prompt!

Reactions to... a love confession

"Oh."

"Thank you."

"I love you too."

"I don't know what to say."

"Not the right time, not the right place."

"I never thought you could love me."

"You're as stupid as you look if you think I don't feel the same!"

"What do you want me to say now?"

"I've waited so long to hear this."

"Can you please repeat that?"

"You were quite obvious."

"I've always known this."

"Can I get some time before I answer?"

"Why did you decide to tell me now?"

"I guess I have always been in love with you too."

"This is not a prank, right? Because then I would have to punch you and I actually really want to kiss you."

"You're not the only one who feels like that."

More: Love Confessions Masterpost

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[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

[unboundprompts]

Can you do some more body language descriptions? For different emotions like Worry, sadness, love, etc!! Ty🩷🩷

Body Language Descriptions

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

Worry

She wrung her hands together, her fingers twisting nervously as she struggled to keep her thoughts in check.

He glanced over his shoulder, his gaze darting anxiously around the room.

She pulled at her sleeve, the movement repetitive and absentminded as her mind raced.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil.

They hugged their arms tightly across their chest, as if trying to hold themselves together.

She paced the room, her steps quick and uneven as she tried to shake off the nagging sense of dread.

Sadness

She wiped at her eyes, even though no tears had fallen yet.

He let his shoulders sag, his whole body slumping as if the weight of the world rested on him.

She clutched her scarf tightly, her fingers gripping the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.

He kept his head low, staring at the ground as if afraid to meet anyone’s eyes.

They let out a shaky exhale, the sound heavy with unspoken grief.

She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

Love

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile soft and shy as she met his gaze.

He brushed her hand lightly, the touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

They leaned closer, their knees nearly touching, as if drawn together by an invisible force.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression tender and full of quiet affection.

He laughed easily, the sound warm and unguarded, his gaze never leaving her face.

She reached out to fix his collar, her fingers lingering as she adjusted it carefully.

Guilt

He avoided her eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor.

She rubbed her temples, her hands trembling.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, unable to stay still.

She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, her knuckles white as she fought to remain composed.

They bit their lower lip, their jaw tightening.

He fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his movements jerky and hesitant.

Fear

She took a step back, her breath quickening as her eyes darted to the nearest exit.

He clenched the fabric of his shirt over his chest, as if trying to steady his pounding heart.

She froze in place, her body stiff and her movements tentative, like a deer caught in headlights.

He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as he fought to calm himself.

They pressed their back against the wall, their hands splayed out.

She whispered under her breath, her words shaky and barely audible.

Jealousy

He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening as his gaze followed her every move.

She tapped her foot impatiently, the rhythm sharp and irritated as she forced a smile.

He clenched his fists at his sides, the tension in his knuckles betraying his calm demeanor.

She cast a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line.

They shifted in their seat, their shoulders stiff.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his movements brisk and frustrated as he fought to contain his thoughts.

Relief

She exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropping as the tension melted away.

He ran a hand down his face, his smile faint but unmistakably genuine.

She laughed shakily, her hand pressed to her chest as if trying to steady her racing heart.

He slumped against the nearest chair, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him up.

They let their head fall back, their eyes closing as a soft, contented sigh escaped their lips.

She smiled faintly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the surface of the table as the weight lifted from her mind.

Embarrassment

She tugged at the collar of her shirt, her cheeks flushing as she avoided everyone’s gaze.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his lips twitching into an awkward, forced smile.

She bit her lip, her hands fluttering nervously.

He let out a strained laugh, scratching the side of his head.

They hid their face in their hands, peeking out between their fingers with a sheepish grin.

She stumbled over her words, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt as her cheeks burned bright red.