Okay so in Batman Beyond there's an episode where Bruce and Terry go see a 'Batman Musical', just imagine that goes on in Gotham and Jason finds out and asks(forces/tricks) the batfam to go.
i’m finally answering this! i had a really rough week, which is why this took a while, but i kept thinking about this prompt and laughing, so thank you for that.
and on that note: are you serious, that’s amazing. i vaguely remember watching batman beyond but i don’t actually remember all that much about it. i’ll need to look this up.
but yes. yes. i want this to be a Thing.
i want to imagine it as something between holy musical b@man! and the ember island players. like. just picture the kind of crazy misinformed shit that these people are tossing into the mix because what’s the truth and what’s the lie, no one knows, they’re going to make a musical about batman and his however many kids/sidekicks anyway
(they people putting on this play are probably college students)
(stephanie has probably dropped by to help with set designs and laughed herself sick in the process)
getting back on track, how does jason find out about it?
there are two ways i think it could happen. one: jason loves lit. we know this. he collected first editions with alfred and bruce when he was a kid. in my personal experience, if you like lit, you almost definitely like theater in some sense as well. at the very least you’ve read plays.
jason holds his goddamn red hood helmet like he’s hamlet and it’s yorick.
The "I know I have other things to write but these seem so cool/weird/etc" sentence prompt meme
Because I’m absolute shit and have a habit of coming up with sentence prompts instead of writing stuff I should be working on, I present this list of sentence prompt memes.
Send me a few of these and I’ll write a drabble based off of it, naturally it’ll be a reader insert. Be sure to include which character you’d like.
You can even use them as rp starters/fanfic/whatever.
1) “I’m like 85% sure that’s illegal but sure I’ll help you.”
2) “Don’t wake me up unless there’s a fire and even then don’t.”
3) “I don’t want to talk about them, they give me a headache, and they’re dumb.”
4) “So is that a no on the burning down the place?”
5) “Ok, I may or may not have started an occult.”
6) “Alright but you gotta promise you’re not gonna be mad if I tell you what happened.”
7) “Explain to me what exactly possessed you into thinking this was a good idea?”
8) “Just for that I’m gonna have to remember to kick your ass twice as hard.”
9) “It’s 3 in the morning, why is it always 3 in the morning when you call me?!”
10) “You meme loving fuck.”
11) “You say that like it’s supposed to be offensive.”
12) “Wanna know how many fucks I give? Negative six, you owe ME fucks to give.”
13) “I don’t see the problem…what…oooh you’re talking about the fires.”
14) “I love you but if you play that song one more time I will strangle you.”
15) “Those dead bodies were here before I even got here…well like half of them but that’s details.”
16) “So the apocalypse started and I may have had a hand in starting it, so um sorry?”
17) “If you get arrested I’ll bail you out…pfft let’s be real I’ll probably be in the holding cell with you.”
18) “How the actual hell did you manage to cause this much trouble in 5 minutes?!”
19) “Why is there someone tied up in the backseat of my car?”
20) “This is why you read contracts before you sign them!”
21) “Uh, there’s someone that’s shitfaced at the door and they say they know you, is it cool if I let them in?”
22) “They say this place is haunted…but I think that’s bullshit.”
23) “The amount of alcohol I’d need to drink to make me forget about this would literally kill me.”
24) “Your daddy issues are a real turn off.”
25) “I’m gonna punch you in the mouth…with my mouth…gently…several times….”
[I’ll add more as time goes on, feel free to add some!]
“Yes, that’s exactly why I need to do this,” the man you love response not even meeting your eyes that are full of tears, already shed and ones not yet.
“I swear Jason Peter Todd if you get on that plane, I will never speak to you again, it will be like you never existed!” You yell at him your voice breaking from the weight of your words. You can’t imagine a world without him, can’t imagine what you would be without him. Maybe that’s why your not physically going over there and stopping him or calling his family, you need to know who you are without him because sometime ago you forgot what that was.
He stops in his tracks and turns back to look at you. Now as your stareing into his eyes you finally realise what exactly you are doing and where you are. Your trying to stop your fiancé from getting on a plane to god knows where to kill someone you love, which is someone he hates. And your causing a scene with your red rimmed eyes in the middle of Gotham busiest airports.
You walk closer to him trying to mend the physical gap between you two, “Jason I need you to think about what your doing.”
“I’ve thought about this for a long time, you should know that better than anyone,” Jason tells you, he turns back around resuming his walk to his terminal.
You groan at this, you know you can’t stop him he’s relentless, he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. That’s how he got you after all.
You jog up to him and stand directly in front of him, preventing him from passing you, “You can’t stop me,” Jason says.
“No I can’t,” a man just bumped into you which caused you to waver a little bit, Jason glared at him, the man apologized so you let it slide, you continue your statement, “you can’t just leave. If you do you’ll leave your life, me, your brothers and your friends. All for some stupid vendetta!”
He grabs your arm a little to forcibly, reminding you of when you first met him, you wiggle a little to show your discomfort, which he mustn’t notice. “It’s not some stupid vendetta Y/N you know what he did to me and my family!” He says.
Tears well up in your eyes threating to break, “I know Jason but I can’t let you kill him, I’ll stop you before that happens,” you tell him.
He pushes past you but for some reason turn back to you, “I’ll like to see you try,” he smiles at you.
This surprises you, you now exactly what he’s doing. He’s challenging you, it’s he’s own way of telling you to follow him and stop him because he knows you can and he can’t himself, “Is that a challenge Mr. Todd?” You find yourslef returning his smile from earlier.
“Make it whatever you want Mrs/Mr.Y/L/N,”
He responds smirking at you.
You smile wide, “Well I’ll find you and stop you, you know I can.”
You hear over the intercoms at the airport that Jason’s flight is loading, he looks down at you “That’s me,” he says finger pointing up to where the voice came from that announced the flights. He looks back down too you as if calculating something, he leans in to where his lips are a inch away from yours, “Good luck,” he leans in closer now he’s just a centimeter away from your lips, “and godspeed, Y/N.” Right when you start to lean in to complete the kiss he pulls away with a smirk, then he walks away from you too his terminal.
“Damn you, Jason Todd,” you whispered to yourslef, “why do I love you.”
A/N: I hope you liked it anon and I might continue this story if enough of you guys liked it!
I went at this prompt a little sideways but it was great fun. 9. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”
When Chloe comes to - she screams. She can’t help it, what she’s seeing can’t be real, it’s almost too much for her mind to comprehend.
“Well, I guess that answers that question.” says Maze, her words dry. Chloe can see that it’s her roommate, can understand it. But something is wrong with Maze. Half of her body is horrifying, like the skin has been peeled away, revealing the underneath if she was a decomposing corpse. It’s all stringy sinew and rotted muscle, a sunken white eye sits in a dark socket. The rest of Maze is untouched, dark caramel skin, and a smirk sharper than a knife’s blade.
“Maze.” says the second creature. It is even worse than Maze, it has her human hindbrain gibbering in terror. It’s a creature that resembles a human in only the barest terms in that it’s…person shaped.
It shifts and cracks open like lava floes, charred and burning. Flames lick along it’s limbs, flaring out like the surface of the sun, but it’s face, if it can be called a face, is oddly familiar with eyes that burn like embers set in coals. “Let the Detective breathe.” it says and the worst part is that it speaks with Lucifer’s voice, but distorted and low, like the rumbling of an earthquake.
“Brother,” says the third thing, it’s voice of rolling thunder and Chloe struggles to understand what she’s looking at. It’s shadow, darkness coalesced, but with the heart of a star, an eclipse inverted. It seems to bend the very air around it, curving like gravity. When it moves, it’s nothing like the flowing, fiery thing. It moves like an absence, sudden or so slowly you don’t even notice it. “We cannot be sure she will recover.”
The fire creature burns bright and hot for a moment, enough that Chloe fears she will be singed, but feels nothing when it washes over her. The darkness thing dips in response and fades slowly backwards. The burning one turns towards her, steps infinitesimally closer and Chloe fights a flinch.
“Chloe,” it murmurs and it resounds through her bones. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.” and she looks into its eyes like staring into the sun, bright and ill advised.
And she knows those eyes, has watched them stare back at her a thousand different times with a thousand different meanings.
“Lucifer?” she asks, frightened.
The creature doesn’t smile, but it’s molten form moves in a way that somehow conveys the same thing. “Hello, my dear.” he says, as tenderly as he can and it still reverberates powerfully through the air.
“Told you she’d figure it out.” Maze retorts to the shadow.
“It appears I underestimated her tenacity.” it replies. Chloe struggles to connect the dots, a headache forming behind her eye. But it had called Lucifer brother, so it must be Amenadiel.
“Lucifer, what is happening?” Chloe asks, doing her best to keep her fear under control.
“It seems that ridiculous little monk responsible for the murder knew a bit more than I expected, but not as much as he believed. In an effort to escape your pursuit he attempted a sort of…spell, if you will. Instead of concealing his own form from you, he’s revealed ours.”
“The Heavenly Tongue is difficult to pronounce.” Amenadiel does allow, his body ebbing and twisting.
“How…how long will it last?”
Lucifer’s body flickered and dimmed. “We don’t know.”
Chloe makes a choked noise and buries her face in her hands.
“As far as we know, you’re the only one who can see us.” Maze says, her speech pulled funny by her mouth. “Dan and the others seem fine.”
“Worry not, Chloe.” Amenadiel says and the words feel like pressure against her skull. “It is most likely temporary.”
Chloe laughs a bit wetly. “Let’s hope so.”
“Surely,” Lucifer says, and his voice sounding like a very hesitant landslide, “It is not so terrible.”
She looks up at him, boiling and blistering heat, a terrible destructive force. But the eyes, blood colored they may be, are the same. She reaches out slowly, with shaking fingers, giving him plenty of time to move away. But he doesn’t. When she makes contact it feels like normal, smooth under her touch. Warm, but not overly so.
She stares in confusion. He wraps his impossible hand around hers, flames tickling painlessly along her skin. “Could…could be worse.” she says slowly, and he laughs like lightning flashes and the roar of a wildfire. But it’s him. It’s still him. And that’s all that matters.
Happy Friday! This is your prompt for the week. Apologies for all the lateness etc. But I hope this makes up for it <3
Please feel free to interpret it as you will and create whatever you feel like, art, fic, poetry whatever strikes your fancy!
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Note: The prompts are not restricted week to week! Please feel free to use older prompts if you feel inspired. You can find all the prompts here.
Okay so we know that Kalluto was
sent to the PT right? What if that was like how Silva sent Killua to Heaven’s
Arena when he was ~6? It’s pretty obvious that Kalluto is there for
training but it doesn’t make sense how Silva, who is very, very vocal about
staying away from the Troupe, sent his youngest to join the spiders after York
New. What I thought of today was what if Silva sent Kalluto there with a goal
in mind? He left Killua in HA and told him not to come home until he had
reached level 200, so what if Silva, after fighting Chrollo and being reminded
once again of how strong the Troupe is, told Kalluto to join the spiders and
not to come home until Kalluto had killed one?
If we recall Kalluto’s interaction
with the Troupe during the Chimera Ant Arc, we see Kalluto being 1. A cocky
little shit, and 2. Carefully analyzing the power levels of Feitan and Phinks
and Shalnark and all of them. We see Kalluto think “I could take any of them.
None of them are that great.” It almost seems like Kalluto is sizing up
Silva obviously has some very
intense training methods for his children. Killua is his heir, so it makes
sense that while he wants Killua to get stronger he also wouldn’t want to put
Killua in severely life-threatening positions until he’s strong enough to
handle them. He gave Killua a fight circuit to climb, and Kalluto, who is the
youngest and dare I say most expendable as
far as his children go, instead got sent to the strongest (human) opponents Silva has
probably ever faced and told to kill one of them or not to come home.
Perhaps he thought Kalluto would
be safe because Silva knows how the Troupe operates and how they take care of
their own. Perhaps he thought it a good opportunity to get his youngest
stronger and also take out one of the nen users most able to threaten the
Zoldyck family. Maybe he just wanted a mole within the Troupe to better mark
their movements and aid in potential assassination jobs later on. Regardless of
his thought process, I think it’s pretty safe to say that Kalluto is there to
train. My mind is just going wild at the details of that arrangement though,
and what Silva might have set at the goal of the whole experience….
Thank you for asking me I always
feel weird about making these kinds of posts unless prompted….
Imagine Person A owns a cat that usually isn’t friendly to people and tends to hide when company comes over. Person B comes to Person A’s home for the first time, and Person A’s cat immediately takes a liking to Person B, following them around the house and even sitting in their lap. Person A remarks how strange this is and Person B just smiles and pets the cat.
Comment: Okay so during a class at uni last semester I wanted to write a quick little something, and one of my friends @aria023 gave me some prompts to work with. The prompts were chocolate and luffas, and perhaps the most challenging of all- keeping it under 500 words, which for someone who tends to write a LOT, it was pretty challenging to keep it condensed down (as you can see I JUST made it xD). Since it’s not very big I’m just going to post it here to my Tumblr, not AO3. Enjoy~ :’’’D
“Atem.” A voice
called out, the tone shrill.
Atem’s head shot
up, glancing around to identify the sound. He knew it was his partner calling
him, but last he had checked, Yugi had been downstairs in the kitchen, cooking
something. Dinner, he presumed. It was hard to tell; Yugi had been very hush
hush over it.
Atem called back, craning his neck over the chair towards the door.
“Can you come down
pushing out of the chair. He opened the door, glancing down at the stairs, his
head tilted to listen better. He could hear the distant sound of the oven on,
the flames from the stove top flickering loudly over a pot of some kind. Yugi
was shifting around on the tiles, various bowls clattering as he moved them
This should be interesting, Atem thought
as he made his way down the stairs.
The scene he
walked into was not what he had been expecting. At all. He could only blink in
surprise as he took it all in.
frantically rushing around the benches, his arms covered completely in
chocolate, the substance dripping down his wrists and pooling on the floor. His
head snapped up when he saw Atem, his eyes shining in relief.
“A little help
please?” He said was a shaky smile, gesturing up and down with his hands.
“How did this
happen?” Atem frowned, tilting his head in confusion.
Yugi hummed, shifting his hands over the sink, letting the chocolate drip down
the sink. “I was making a cake and melting chocolate and well… things got a
“I’ll say.” Atem
moved over, peering into the sink. There were already several sponges lying in
the bowl, their normally yellow surface soaked brown with the texture of
“There sure is a
lot there.” He commented, squeezing one of the luffas, the chocolate running
out of it and over his fingers. He turned on the faucet, washing the sponge
clean in the water before running it down one of Yugi’s arms.
“It was a very
rich recipe.” Yugi muttered absently, flicking more chocolate down the drain,
his face scrunching up at the liquid. “And such a waste too. It would have been
a great cake, but now it’s ruined.”
“I wouldn’t say
that.” Atem chuckled, bringing Yugi’s arm to his lips. He licked over a section
of chocolate, enjoying the taste of the rich cocoa over his tongue. He had to
suppress smiling as Yugi gasped at him, but didn’t pull away as Atem continued
to clean his arm with the sponge, like nothing had happened.
advantages to certain situations.” Atem hummed thoughtfully, glancing at Yugi
from the corner of his eye.
“You’re such a
tease Atem,” Yugi laughed. “The cake was for you anyway, so, I guess if you
enjoy any part of it it’s alright then.”
“In that case,
partner, I’d say I got the best part.”
Alright, so she’d known he’d been quite excited to make up for their botched last trip with the next planned stop, not least due to the huge pout on his face when she’d postponed looking for costumes until she’s had some sleep - “greatest Halloween party of the century” or not, she’d been way too knackered.
But she certainly hadn’t expected putting said excitement off leading to a stunt like this... (She wondered if he was aware of just what he did to her body [and sanity] whenever he innocently invaded her personal space like that… and whether she wanted him to be or not.)
idk if you remember me I gave the andreil+too short+books prompt a while back anyway I want you to consider: andreil+"saying I love you by accident because I was about to hang up and then it sorta slipped out oops" (it came to me while I was studying)
ok so while i stand by what nora said that andrew and neil don’t really say “i love you”—like they can convey the meaning other ways, through other phrases, and through touches and looks—but i do like this prompt
(also that library au, too short to reach the top shelf one was great. thanks!)
so andrew and neil don’t always get what they want
so, even though neil wants to be signed to andrew’s team right out of college, it doesn’t happen
they end up practically across the country from one another (neither is in california, though, for obvious reasons)
time zones are different, practice schedules collide, they’re at the end of their respective ropes
they just want to fucking see each other
they do, when it’s on a court, facing each other with smirks and deadly promises
(they do, in andrew’s car after the game, on each other with teeth and hands and bruising lips)
though andrew would never admit it, he still craves more
Write about a character as they arrive on an alien space-station. The catch? This space-station is mostly populated by a race of aliens who are a little… odd. Double catch? This character has a really bad history with this alien race.
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decided to make a couple prompts at the sherlock kinkmeme
Once between cases John yawns from general sleepyness and after seeing this Sherlock yawns to by reflex is VERY annoyed by this impulse They then proceed to try and make each other yawn on purpose and it escalates to ridiculous levels to the point where they’re in a stand off with the villain of the week and he is like “Will you two stop -ahhhh- stop Yawning! You’ve got me doing it too now!”
bonus points if they unintentionally cause Scotland Yard to go into a yawning fit