#writing promt

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Kk. So. This isn't so much art but more a poem that I'm going to put into a fic I'm gonna make. Y'know song fics? Like that but with a poem. One I made and am going to give you the context of, I just wanna know if you guys would think a poem song fic would be cool.

The fic promt I thought of was:

What if Tim was dipped into the Lazarus Pit, but twice?????

And then I started coming up with a bunch of stuff listening to music, and I was like:

Thought Process? : Tim died in that desert. The Spleen incident didn't just leave him with a surprise surgery. It left him with glowing green eyes and half-white bangs. But of course, none of the Bats can know that, so, hair dye. Suprise, Suprise, the Pits don't bring Rage, they bring out the worst of a person. Jason? Anger. Ra's? Cruelty. Tim? Apathy. Tim's triggers? Betrayal, Abandonment, Reliance, Expectations Set For Perfection. Because. He. Has. To. Be. Perfect. Inherits Drake I. and Wayne E., slowly trying to cut ties with Gotham and The Bats, fades into the background until The Bats are too late to realize and too late to try to even stop him as he and Ra's make a deal. The deal? Cliffhanger. Up to the reader. And Worse? The Bats don't even realize as he left, taken back with The Demon Head to become his heir, and after months, training under Ra's himself, Returning to Gotham Under the alias of Shadow Shrike, civilian Tim D. W. A. G., although legally Timothy Drake-Wayne. Forever 17, hair shoulders length and bangs white, eyes permanently and mix of ice blue and mint green, flecks of Lazarus neon green passing even at simple glances of those he once called family. Dying his bangs temporarily in public, his vigilante-ism the thing that alerts the others of his return, his change. His Revival. His Death. Blah Blah Blah, Angst Confrontation Shenanigans, Details and Description of how the Pits affect Tim, how the Batfam try to reconnect and makeup, Yadda Yadda, Ends on a sorta cliffhanger thing where the reader chooses which Tim goes to as a Confrontation happens on a roof and Tim chooses between Jason, the Other Bats, Ra's, And Young-Just-Us.

Damn that was a word vomit.

Anyway, the poem is below,

Edit: I kinda realized the poem I'd really long and I'm considering putting this on Ao3 itself lol (*＞∇＜)ﾉ

👇

Green.

Abandoned and left; unthanked for,

Unthanked for?

They're ungrateful.

Green.

Lied and unapologetized to,

Left on Their own, and never recognized too.

Green.

Complete it all,

Raised to be Perfect,

Can never fall,

Always quiet and obedient,

Now Forever Indifferent.

Green.

To bring back the Bat,

Is to travel and turn,

Be ostracized and taken from,

Wings given to another,

Betrayed by those meant to be Their Brothers.

Green.

Betrayed and afraid,

Kicked out and replaced and stolen from a child,

To make a deal with The Demon Head

And to sell Their soul,

All Their worth,

All They've done,

What other choice?

What else is left?

Mentality;

Already on the brink,

Morality;

Like liquid and searching for who it obeys,

Green.

Left to die,

All alone

No longer were they meant to fly;

Sacrificing all their lives,

To help others and then left to die?

Green.

Green.

Green.

Green.

Green.

Alive.

Alive.

Alive with no care. No care at all.

Apathy pulls the teen.

Eyes and vision glowing green all because of a spleen.

Okay so I'm not done but I really want to save this and post it on AO3, so pls let me know if you want to read more of this poem or the ideas of the fic it will go to. Thanks for reading (*^▽^)/★*☆♪*.ﾟ+ヽ(○･▽･○)ﾉﾞ +.ﾟ*

[xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3]

What if there is a world where Jack and Janet swapped, and who got the coma, etc part 2.

Frankly, I am as surprised as you that my brain came up with part two, but you know how it goes with me trying to go to sleep. The Joker has Tim tired up and fully ready to turn Tim into a mini-me. Joker: "This is going to be fun, having a mini-me. What a brilliant idea, if I say so myself, haha. Not even the Bat knows where you've gone, little bird. And he won't see you until we are done here, haha. What a great joke it will be when you look exactly like me, but you'll be my stepchild, haha. " Tim: "Did you ask Mother for permission "so-called-stepfather"." Joker roars out in laughter: "Hahaha ask mother for permission, What a joke. " Tim: "So that's a no, then." Joker: "Haha, of course it's a no, birdie. But calling Batman mother for sure made my day, haha." Tim: "I wasn't talking about Batman." Joker: "So your mother is scarier than Batman, hahaha." Tim: "Yes." Joker: "Well, I assure you if Batman can't find me, your mother wouldn't either, haha. " Tim: "You love to think so, clown." ---Tim Skip--- Tim walks back into the cave, almost being tackled by the other worried bats after the Joker kidnaps him. "Calm down, everyone, I'm fine." Tim turns to Jason and hands him a card. "Mother has acknowledged that you have been behaving and has made up a card for you. " Jason tentatively opened the card, considering how morbid Damien's card had been looking on the inside last time. The others, except Tim, looked at the card as a ticking time bomb. To everyone's surprise, Jason let out a squeal of excitement. Bruce went to look at the card, too, but Tim stopped him with a curt. "Don't." Dick sneaks a peek and abruptly turns green."Oh, gods, it's worse than last time."

[murmeloni]

I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.

Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.

Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.

But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.

Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.

Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.

With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?

Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.

Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?

He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.

And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.

[mischievous-thunder]

[short-honey-badger]

Older Men

Pairing! Crocodile x Reader

Warnings! Drinking

Crocodile realizes that you need someone older to take care of you, not the boys that you seem to want.

Masterlist

You fast walk through the tall tents of Buggy Town, arms wrapped tight around yourself and head ducked low so that no one else could see the tears streaming down your face. You'd been rejected again, by the third man in less than three weeks. All you wanted was a little companionship, someone to hold you close at night. To kiss you good morning when you woke up. Was that so wrong to want from someone your own age?

You don't notice how close you've gotten to Crocodile's side of the town until you physically bump into the man himself. You grunt when you lose your balance, and you brace for a fall that never happens. Instead, you feel warm sand supporting your back and upper arms, gently setting you back on your feet, and dangerously close to the ex warlord.

“Pretty things like you should watch where they are going,” Crocodile grouches lowly, and you look up at him through wet lashes.

“Sorry, sir. I'll be more careful,” you murmur, and fresh tears spout up at the reprimand. Now look at what you've done. Gone and pissed off one of the leaders of the Cross Guild.

Crocodile looks down at you, looking rather unimpressed with the thick cigar clenched between his teeth. He recognizes you and has seen your walk of shame back to his side of town each time your little date didn't go as planned. He didn't understand why you would want to waste your time on pip squeaks like them when he has been here this whole time.

The devil fruit user comes to the conclusion quickly and spins on his heel, “Come with me.”

You blink at his retreating back and jump to follow after him when he glances over his shoulder with an expectant look. You follow him to the edge of the town, and he steps to the side to allow you inside his personal tent first. You're just a little nervous being in here. You've known Crocodile for a while, after all.

He breezes past you, stopping at his desk to pour two glasses of dark liquor. He pushes one glass to the edge, an obvious offer that you are hesitant to accept. However, it's never a wise choice to not accept anything that the towering man offered.

The liquor burns as it goes down, but you find yourself relaxing because of it. You watch as Crocodile hums in satisfaction and sits back in his chair, mouth going a bit dry at the way he spreads his legs and rests his dangerous hook on his thigh.

“Why do you bother with those boys?”

You jump at the unexpected timbre and whip around to give him a look of confusion. He scowls at you, rolling his purple eyes skyward.

“Don't play ignorant. I've watched you each time you come crying back home. Why do you keep trying with them?”

You sink into yourself a little. You don't understand why it matters to Crocodile, but you couldn't not answer your boss.

“I um. I should be with someone my own age, right?” You say carefully. You've never really thought too much about the why of it.

“ku- ha ha, Who told you that?” He demands and his voice drips with condescension, clearly thinking you an idiot. You blush and embarrassed tears well up.

“No one? I just thought that's how it's supposed to go.”

Crocodile lets out a soft hmm, and then sets his now empty glass away. He eyes you, looking all cute and pathetic.

“Come here, Doll,” he murmurs and pats his lap, “Those boys out there will never know how to treat a beautiful woman. You need someone to take charge, someone who knows what they're doing. Someone a little older.”

Your face feels like it's on fire, but you can't help but hang on to every word that the gator says, his tone soft and beckoning. You step closer, clearly nervous, but Crocodile makes your decision for you when the ground under your feet becomes less stable and you fall forward, catching yourself on his broad shoulders.

Crocodile rumbles another laugh and tugs you into his lap properly, tucking you close to his chest. His hand finds your face, and the ex warlord is gentle in the way that he wipes your spilled tears away. His eyes soften, and you look on in wonder as he leans in and presses his lips to the top of your head.

“You've got me now, _, so don't think for a second that I'll send you away.”

[catostrofiqu]

"Since when were you a lawyer"

"Since I went to law school"

Dunno who's asking but Danny decides to become a lawyer to press charges against the GIW after holding Amity Park hostage by cutting them off from the outside world and implementing their own laws.

Sure they've already been charged but some of them keep trying too reinstate themselves within Amity.

Maybe Danny goes to Gotham to get help from Harvey Dent.

[corvid007]

i feel like as the content and demografics have gotten older people are getting better at making more ‘normal’ Original Characters. that being said.

i really want an imagine of Hazbin/Helluva characters reacting to a ‘Barbie/Mary Sue’ character.

Vaggie is iritated that they are able to dodge and deflect/reflect all of her blows.

Angel is a little taken aback but enjoys that someone also really like dirty jokes. he is shocked to see/hear that someone has more experience then him in his ‘ genre ‘👀 a lot little jealous that you are able to do so many things in so many roles.

Lucifer in awe and begging you to teach him how you made the perfect duck. following you around like a little duckling while feeling a little jealous/spiteful because you are what heaven wanted. someone who was able to get everything done with no troubles, someone who brought people together with your dreams rather then distract them.

Husk being surprised and concerned that someone is able to drink his under the table. getting mad pissed off and accusing you of cheating for beating him at every. single. card game. even one upping him in illusionary magic

Nifty being amazed by the fact you’ve been with so many bad boys. and having pictures and stories as proof.

Alastor being irritated that you are him. but MORE. more persuasive. more charismatic. more powerful. more entertaining, your so entertaining that you have him hypnotized, HIM. it doesn’t help that everyone is talking about how amazing you are either.

Charlie would be ecstatic that you are there. someone else so powerful and popular is wanting to stay at the hotel! and now that your there more people are coming too!! why did it take you coming here to attract everyone? she’s happy that you being here is attracting people, but was she not enough? heck, you were able to convince people of her plan with only one word. you even convinced the V’s and her dad that it’s not such a bad idea.

well….

those were just supposed to be examples…

i blacked out damb, someone feel free to do this with other characters lmao

[persephonelikespomegranates]

What's her story?

[creepslayer7]

ok so in most of the dcxdp stories I've seen, Duke finds Danny super bright(which I love because it makes me think of a star) but what if he just can't see Danny at all. And when he tell the rest of the batfam they think he's just talking about like Danny not having an aura but he is just completely invisible to Duke even when the rest can see him.

Idk why 🤷‍♀️ maybe his 'true form' is incomprehensible so he just doesn't appear like Lucy (Scarlett Johanson)

Idk I just think it would be cool but that's all I got for it so pls feel free to build off it🙏

[creadigol]

*This one also contains and bit of a creepy villain. Mentions of stalking.

Detective knew they had made a wrong turn the moment the light overhead went out. 

There was something initially creepy about an alleyway in the middle of the night, but when the one and only light source burned out…that was another level. Perhaps they should call the city planners about having dark allies…not that they thought they would have the chance now. 

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” came the ice cold voice from behind them. “You’ve been annoyingly persistent my dear detective.” 

Detective knew that voice, it haunted the dreams of almost everyone in the city…but Supervillain wasn’t supposed to be here. Detective had only been following a small lead…an informant who said they had information about the drug ring. God, they should have known it was too easy; Police-Partner was going to be so mad when he heard about this!

“Supervillain,” Detective said it conversationally despite the fear in their soul. “What brings scum like you out on a beautiful night like this?” 

Detective tried to be discrete as they placed their hand on their holster and turned. 

Well, attempted to turn. 

Supervillian was on them in an instant. Not allowing them to turn all the way before a strong arm was cinched around their neck and a super powered hand was squeezing their wrist, making it impossible to control their hand as it went limp.

“Now, now, there’s no need for name calling; and after all the attention I’ve graced you will too.” Detective felt the air pulse with each word against their ear. 

“Attention?” they gasped, he had tried to sound strong, but with Supervillain holding them like this they knew their death could come at any second, they also knew Supervillain felt every fearful shake of their body. 

Supervillain practically purred into their hair. 

“Of course attention!” Supervillain spoke. “Afterall, I make a habit of keeping tabs on the smart ones. And you, my dear, are the most intelligent of them all. I must say, watching your day to day, everyday, has been most entertaining.” 

Detective felt themself drain of all color. Everyday? Oh god, had Supervillain been stalking them and they never knew?

“But alas, all good things must come to an end.” 

Detective jerked against Supervillain to no success. “What’s coming to an end?” They asked. Was Supervillain going to kill them? Here? Now? In a dark ally? Who would find their mutilated body? Some bum? An innocent bystander? Or worst of all…Police-Partner? 

“Why, your day to day routine. Not that I wish to cause Police-Partner worry, I know he’s the more responsible of the two of you; but detective, you personally have got a bit too close my dear. Can’t have you going back on the track you were on,” Supervillain squeezed Detective's wrist harder, earning a cry of pain. 

“So..” Detective hated how their voice shook. Honestly, it wasn’t death itself that they feared, it was death by Supervillain. They had seen what Supervillain does to someone they don’t like…it was…there wasn’t a word for the horror Supervillain produced when they decided to kill someone. 

“That’s it then?” Detective spoke. “I got too close so now I’m destined to be smeared across the bricks?” 

Supervillain chuckled. 

“Of course not Detective!” 

What? 

 “I already said you’re one of the smart ones. I can’t have my best form of entertainment die in such a pathetic way.” 

Supervillain let go of their neck just long enough to reach over and dispose of Detective's gun and cell phone. 

“You’ll love your new place. It’s beautiful. I set it all up just for you!”

What?!

“At least it will be beautiful as long as you answer my questions…if not…well I can convert your stay from five stars to hell in an instant.” 

“You’re…You’re..” Detective searched for the words as they were manhandled, arms wrenched behind their back, tied, and Supervillain’s arm wrapped around their torso. “You’re..Kidnapping me?” 

“An archaic term, but yes.” Supervillain picked up their own phone in their other hand and texted something. 

“You..” You what? Detective thought. What were they going to say? You can’t do that? How could you? Supervillain could essentially do whatever they wanted. That’s the whole reason Detective was so active in trying to stop them. “Hero will find out,” they blurted.

“Hah!” Supervillain seemed legitly amused at that. They started walking toward the entrance of the alleyway, taking Detective easily with them.

Curse their damn superpowers! And curse Detective’s lack of them!

“Hero’s too busy with Villain at the moment.” 

They arrived at the street and were waiting for a car, Detective assumed. 

“You could say that Police-Partner will find out, because that would be a more accurate statement,” Supervillain continued. 

Detective felt ice in their veins, “No! You leave him out of this! I didn’t tell him anything…” 

“Oh calm down!” Supervillain chuckled. “I already know. Your office has been bugged for months. Though, I must say your friendship is simply adorable. He knows what kind of food to order that coincides with your stomach problems, you remember that he likes putting pickles on his pizza, he knows the names of every one of your many cousins, and you remember that his mother likes those silly little ceramic cats…I could go on all night. Simply adorable. ” 

Detective felt like throwing up. 

“I’ll leave him alone of course,” Supervillain said. Detective felt a little lighter at those words. A long black car pulled up next to them on the empty street. 

“But if he proves an inconvenience in all of this, I will have to intervene.” Supervillain forced Detective into the back of the car. On the outside it would have appeared gentle if not for Supervillain’s bruising grip and exceptional strength. 

Supervillian reached over Detective and buckled the seatbelt. “He won’t prove to be an inconvenience will he?” Supervillain was so close Detective had to lean their head back to avoid knocking foreheads. It exposed their throat and left them feeling vulnerable. 

“Of course not. Who could ever prove to be an inconvenience to you?” 

Supervillain laughed and patted their cheek. 

“How right you are, Detective. See? I said you were the smart one.” 

Supervillain shut the door and walked to the other side of car. They got in next to Detective. 

Yes, I am the smart one. Detective thought. But Police-Partner is the determined one and there’s no farce on heaven or earth that will protect you from them now that you’ve crossed the line. 

Supervillain never noticed that Detective had dropped a small silver disk in the alleyway.

[mysticsublimeperson]

I want to express my frustration because... im trying to write some time travel Merthur fanfic as one does...

and I keep hitting my head against the same wall. Because just in case you didn't know England SUCKED before imperialism and colonialism.

Not that that made it better but, the English isles didn't have a variety of fruits or vegetables, the did have meat and fish and salt I think, but no sugar or way of producing it but honey if I remember correctly.

And admittedly climate change is a pain in the ass, but in medieval times the winters probably consisted in huge blizzards and freezing for 4 months.

They didn't even had tea!!!

All the good stuff its because of colonialism which is horrible for the world but whatever.

Im trying so hard to ignore this facts... to be free and write about silly angsty boys but I needed someone to know how difficult it is.

Because Merlin having lived in a 21 century would have spent since the 16th drinking bloody tea, and now he is back in time and doesn't have tea, doesn't even have sugar, it's a pain in the ass to get milk, and he can't even get his favorites foods because the fruits and vegetables aren't even evolved yet.

BECAUSE YES! All of the greens have suffered a tremendous amount of change because of selective farming!! so even if there were apples back there, they probably wasn't the same apple, probably weren't even half as sweet as they are now a days!

Same with animals, and plants. Many of the species have gone extinct but they existed back then. And im dying for a chance to bring this into the fic, to prove just how difficult the transition it's, but a the same time, it doesn't matter right? not really.

bUT I NEEDED TO VENT A LITTLE SO thank you for listening to my rant.

Also im not even a history girly, im an art babe, so all of this I know by logic and assumptions from my art history clases, and my hyper fixation, so obviously take everything with a grain of salt.

((It's just that I was cooking and I was trying to think which ingredients were available at that time to make the most simple dish but no, there was almost none, no spices, no tomato, I think the had cabbage, and like broccoli because its the same plant, but probably wasn't evolved into all of the different versions we know, they had beans, and lentils I think, the potatoes come from South America, so no potatoes, the had bread but what kind of bread??? sO YEAH, this is my head.. all the time))

[nana-mizu-shiki]

I'm thinking about writing a DPxDC fic, this is a pic from page five, so I'm just asking if you think,

"Soul-selling, cracked-core, sewage-smelling, contract whore."

Would be a fitting insult Danny would give to Constantine.

[xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3]

What if there is a world where Jack and Janet swapped, and who got the coma, etc.?

I mostly thought of this cuz I had an amusing thought at work that goes something like this: Ra's: "Your father must have quite the man, Timothy. With just how perfectly you turned out. " Tim: "No, I got it from my mother. And if you know what's best for you, stay away from her. " ---Time Skip--- Janet walks into Wayne Manor: "Timothy, what have I told you about letting your stuff lie about in its improper place?" Tim: "Not, too, Mother. I'm sorry for being so thoughtless." Janet hands Tim a suspicious jar: "I'll be merciful this time; your surgery is booked for tomorrow, so make sure to get your affairs in order." Janet turns to Damien and hands him a card. "This is out of courtesy, child. Make sure not to repeat the mistake. Either of you." She eyes Jason and Damien. "And Mr. Grayson, your thin ice too, for the attempted hospitalization of my Timomothy." And with that, she walks back out. Bruce hesitantly asks: "Tim... Why did Janet hand Damien a sorry for your loss card?" Tim: "Well, since I now have my spleen in the jar, Bruce, I'm pretty sure Ra's is dead."

[3littleemoji]

#PROMT:

After Danny defeats Dan, the other time line collapsed. Unfortunately all the built up energy of the failed time stream has to go somewhere. The quickest and safest place is this new alternative time line.

AKA: Danny absorbs Dan's memories and powers - and every other surviver of the failed time line absorbed their alternates memories as well.

Including some members of the Bat family.

(The reason this doesn't happen every time one of the Flash family time travels is because they are basically manually unwinding time)

[mischievous-thunder]

[short-honey-badger]

Imagine with me a moment...

Say Buggy pulls a Shanks some time after the redhead meets Luffy. He finds the poor reader in some unfortunate situations and decides to have a kind heart for once. Buggy takes you under his wing, but somehow, you still end up a decent human being despite being raised by the clown captain and his crew. * You thank Shanks and Benn for that and their copious amounts of visits.*

Say you and Buggy reunite with one another after Marineford, then later when the Cross Guild is formed, Buggy grows a bit of a backbone when it comes to his kid. Actually, standing up to Crocodile and Mihawk when they show interest in you, even though he's shaking so hard, his body threatens to come apart.

“_ is like my kid to me, and I- I don't give a damn if you two can kick my ass. You best not lay a finger on them!” He shrieks, red in the face as courage wars with the fear that thurms in his chest.

Crocodile and Mihawk share a look of muted surprise. They hadn't thought that there was anything in the world that would get the cowardly pirate to stand up to them.