Jan 22, 2025
Sword Flying 101: Parallel Parking
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Sword Flying 101: Parallel Parking
“Is it just me or y/n is getting uglier day by day?”
“I’m thinkin’ the same thing”
“Do you think she’s aware of that?”
“Probably not”
“Poor thing”
You swore you can hear your pencil cracking, they got the audacity to talk shit about you when you’re clearly sitting in between them.
“You know i can hear you two”
“Tsumu she can hear us”
“Shit what do we do samu?!”
“I dunno”
Patience is a virtue, you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down, this happens on a daily basis you should have expected this.
Atsumu your brother then looked at you and poked you cheeks. Patience patience patience patience. You looked at him with a glare.
“Hey y/n you’re getting ugly what’s happening?”
Osamu then pokes your other cheek, “yeah what did ya do?”
“Get both of yer hands off my cheeks or else i swear I’m gonna commit murder right now”
They then looked at each other and still continued poking your cheeks ignoring your threat.
“Do you have crush on someone?”
Then an image of kageyama tobio suddenly appeared in your head making you a blushing mess. You watched inarazaki’s match with karasuno and you can’t help but notice karasuno’s setter kageyama tobio, he did got invited to the same youth camp as your brother.
“Ah this reaction”
“So you ARE crushing on somebody”
“I’ll be crushing both of your hands if you don’t stop poking me”
They looked at each other again as if they’re having some kind of twin telepathy, they eventually stopped poking you and instead rested their heads on both of your shoulders.
“Who is it?”
“Suna?”
“No”
“Aran?”
“No”
“Kita-san?”
“I did before but no”
“Understandable can’t ya just tell us who?”
“No”
“Are you a robot?”
“No”
“Is atsumu handsome?”
“No”
“Heh”
“Samu ya piece of shit! Then is osamu handsome?”
“No”
“Hah! Eat that!”
“You two are both identical twins of course yer ugly”
Atsumu scoffed, that’s what people think but clearly he’s more attractive than his brother. Osamu who mysteriously got what atsumu was thinking rolled his eyes, as if atsumu was better than him back in middle school their teammates hates atsumu.
You can feel as if they’re having this silent but annoying conversation, which irritates you. People would think this is just some normal sibling hang out, as of right now there is a silent war that’s going on.
And you’re in the middle of it
Well would you look at that my third prompt for this day lmao idk but like I accept requests just so u know smau or something idk
Another Day, Another Prompt
Ok, Gotham of the future has Arkham being a prison/asylum out in space with the hope that, being so heavily guarded, even if you breakout, there’s no place for you to run or escape. Bruce, despite being who he is, signs up to be a temporary guard there for six months to a year, because it will look good on his transcripts to become a Galactic Guardian (Space Cops/non-powered Justice League kind of thing).
Bruce quickly becomes one of the favourite guards as, unlike others like Dougherty and occasionally Alvarez (still mad at him over the Professor Pyg affair in the Narrows) who treat the inmates like trash, he treats them like human beings. So Warden Strange upgrades him to the ‘Red Level’ inmates, which includes inmates such as The Penguin, The Riddler, Victor Zsasz, Barbara Kean, her partner Tabitha Galavan, the infamous cat burglar, Catwoman, and others. Again, Bruce becomes a favourite as he treats them like people and gives them none threatening things. Mostly magazines, puzzle books, and such, but they appreciate anything to alleviate their boredom. When Strange sees this, he decides Bruce is ready for the ultimate test.
The Legion of Horribles, a group so out of control, none of the guards will even go feed them unless they’ve been hit with knockout gas first. But, Bruce is a determined little shit, so he meets Firefly, Poison Ivy, The Scarecrow, The Mad Hatter, Harlequin, Mr. Freeze, and the ringleader twins; Anarchy (Jerome) and Joker (Jeremiah). Now, this group expect Bruce to be like the others, but he’s not; he uses his, admittedly subpar, sewing skills so Bridgit can have some pretty, light clothes to wear as opposed to the dull grey suit she always wears. He fixes Victor’s area so it doesn’t get too hot, he gives Ivy some decent plant food for her babies, manages to get Jervis some decent tea, has deep philosophical debates on the merits/hindrances of fear, gets Ecco... whatever it is she needs to keep her mind occupied, and he’s just generally interesting to the twins.
What Bruce doesn’t know, is that they have access to his room via the air-ducts and, because they’re all interested, Jonathan creates a powerful aphrodisiac gas, and they are all able to watch him masturbate in increasingly interesting ways thanks to Strange, as he wants to see where such an attraction could lead. This goes on for almost a year, and soon Bruce will be heading off to the academy, which he can’t help but inform the other guards about, but those like Dougherty don’t want him to leave as he’s the only one who can control the Horribles.
Barbara and Tabitha overhear Dougherty planning to *give* Bruce to the Horribles to make sure they behave, and have Selina sneak through the vents to the Horribles level to warn them. What do they do in retaliation?
Massive jailbreak, they take over the ship as opposed to trying to flee, gives one of the only other good guards, Jim Gordon, to the Red Level inmates who are very happy about this, and another good guard, Alfred Pennyworth to the devious doctor who was always on their side, Dr. Leslie Thompkins, and take Bruce for themselves. What follows? Kinky sex all around.
Person A: H-how did you get in here?
Person B: Ugh. It's always 'how did you get in here' or 'how did you find me', but it's never 'how are you'.
Person A: H-how are you then?
Person B: Oh, don't act like you care now!
MDZS fanfic prompt #8
Wingfic AU where:
- The color of the wings signifies your status/strength in some way
- There is actual, proper, duel style fighting (r.i.p. english?) with all the flashiness (I come from the land of the book, folks)
- One of our beloved characters loses their wings (NOT JC pretty please?)
- No Sunshot campaign or Yi city arc, kill off the bad Wens just like that...
Here are some optional paras from my side:
Their wings were falling apart.
Wen Chao was the first one to feel true terror as the healer told him, that no, his fallen feathers won’t come back because resentful energy had twisted the internal structure of the wings. The same happened to Wen ZhuLiu, who took his demise with the same indifference with which he took his job.
The day a cultivators wings withered completely, they had a fate worse than death. Wen Xu’s wings caught fire, and Wen Chao resented that his brother died so swiftly, but he didn’t. Wen RuoHan’s wings were later confirmed to have been hacked away by his subordinate.
All in all, the demise of the main Wen family was the demise of the majority of the sect.
The cultivation world was finally at peace, on the surface.
All that didn’t solve Lan WangJi’s problem of course. Which was his scheduled duel with Wei WuXian, who thought he hated him. Lan WangJi would never, but oh, when has he ever been excellent with baring the deepest parts of his heart?
Oof, sorry about how angsty the last prompt was, I swear no more dead children. If you want to do this one, of course. So this one is fluffy romance, and it is as follows: "I know it's silly, but my fantasy.... Is to be kissed in the rain by someone I love." "Well, if that's the case... I think I want to be the one kissing you."
This… Also took forever. Apparently it’s way harder for me to write fluff than it is angst lmao
Anyway
Yeet
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Parinings: Romantic Moxiety
Word count: 708
Warnings: None
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Virgil had always hated the rain. He hated how it would chill him to his bones if he didn’t wear the clothes that it wanted him to. He hated how loud it was as it banged against the windows. He hated it.
Or, he did until he met Patton.
Patton was everything that Virgil failed to be, although he would fight that statement until the end of his days. He was kind and caring and lovable. He was impossible to dislike, impossible to hurt. He was beautiful and cheerful and he was always, always looking on the bright side. He usually was the bright side. When it was too sunny, Patton searched for the shade. When it was too cold? Patton found the fire. When it was raining? Patton found the puddles, and he laughed loudly as he jumped in them.
Once, Patton and Virgil were sat at the top of a hill. It was raining again, much more heavily than it had in years. The last time it rained this much, Virgil had hidden his bedroom, shivering under a pile of blankets. But not this time. This time, he was laying in the thick of it, an umbrella shielding his and Patton’s faces from the lashing droplets.
Patton had worn himself out jumping in puddles. He was laying beside Virgil, and they were talking.
Virgil couldn’t remember what they were talking about now. But he remembered one line.
“I know it’s silly,” Patton had murmured, his voice so soft Virgil almost missed him over the rain, “but, my fantasy… is to be kissed in the rain, by someone I love. You know like you see in the movies? Those cliche romance flicks?” Patton had laughed at himself then. “Well, I don’t imagine those are your types of movies, huh?”
Virgil hadn’t replied that time.
The next time he was sat out in the rain with Patton, he suddenly remembered that line. Despite the cold, Virgil’s face started burning. Patton noticed.
“Virge? Are you okay?” he asked softly, his soft brows creasing together in concern.
Virgil coughed at how beautiful – goddamn gorgeous, it wasn’t fair in the slightest – Patton was and looked away, feeling his face glow even redder.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Your face has gone all red, what’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you wanna go home? I can get my mom to drive you–”
“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Just… remembered something. It’s nothing. Leave it.”
Patton frowned at him. “Are you sure?”
He smiled. “Yeah, Pat. I’m fine.”
He didn’t say anything that time, either.
It was only on the next time that he spoke.
Patton was still jumping in puddles, giggling madly like a child on Christmas. His face was red from the cold, but he didn’t seem to notice. Virgil was walking behind him with the umbrella, trying not to shiver too much.
He watched Patton, smiling widely, not feeling the ache that it brought to his cheeks. He just couldn’t stop. Patton turned to him, beaming, his chest heaving with breathless laughs.
Virgil laughed back, not trying to hide how much he adored Patton anymore. He was done with that. He was done being embarrassed, being scared. He walked forward, to where Patton stood, both of them still beaming. He wrapped an arm around Patton’s shoulder and pulled him to his side.
“Hey, Pat?” he asked. He suddenly realised again how nervous he was.
But Patton was looking at him now, smiling openly, his face empty of any emotion except happiness. “Yeah, Kiddo?”
Virgil swallowed his nerves and stopped walking. “Remember, that one time, uh… and we were messing around in the rain, like we are now, and… and you told me that, uh… that it was kinda your fantasy to, like, be kissed? In the rain?”
Patton suddenly blushed, his grin turning sheepish. “Oh… um… yeah?”
“Well…” Virgil cleared his throat. He couldn’t look at Patton anymore. Had he just ruined everything? Would Patton hate him now? What if he did? What if Virgil has just lost his only friend? His best friend?
“Virge? Are you okay?”
Virgil looked at Patton, who was frowning at him slightly.
“Uh… yeah. I just… does that still… stand?”
Patton blushed again, his frown disappearing as he glanced at the floor. “Oh. Um… yeah. I guess so.”
Virgil swallowed anxiously, running his tongue across his lips. “Well…” he said. “If that’s the case… I think I want to be the one kissing you.”
Patton’s eyes snapped up. He smiled hesitantly. “You know… I think I want you to be the one kissing me, too…”
Virgil grinned at him and leaned forward. They fit together perfectly.
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Ds!Nighterror Day 6- Lonely
Hosted By- @ds-nighterror
He had been running for what seemed like forever. His brother, Dream, had found where Nightmare and his friends had been temporarily residing and stormed in without a problem.
The air had filled with panic as he darted, barely avoiding a monster who swung at Night. He glanced back, hoping to see his friends and especially his love, Error, behind him.
Cross was seen escaping, and Night had no clue how he was going to reach him, but he was more worried about Error who wasn’t anywhere.
He had to keep going and pray that Error was up ahead or with Cross.
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It had been several weeks since he had been caught. Cross had been moved to a different cell so that Night was not allowed to talk to him. His beloved still had not been found and there had been no attempt to help them.
The guardian curled on the floor after so long.
The quiet was unbearable.
A guard opened the cell and grabbed him, dragging him to his brother.
Dream was holding a sword with a stoic expression. He sensed regret but that wouldn’t hold him back from his goals.
The binding destiny had been severed.
Error wasn’t coming.
Humans are space Orcs: Broken
Okay back onto this train again, i’m especially glad that people loved the last one so this one here is a new topic.
Broken.
Humans don’t like to admit that their broken, whether physically or mentally. Broken Bone? Let’s not worry anyone and drag ourselves off to the hospital where you can finally scream in pain. Depressed? Lonely? Sad? Why does anyone need to know our problems? We can handle it ourselves, besides we don’t want to burden anyone. Crying? Nah we just yawned like two seconds ago; no we just watched a sad movie; just read a sad book.
Not matter what the case we always have an excuse to portray. It’s a problem developed by humans alone that is passed down from generation to generation.
Xir felt a little confused, they were standing here counting the pints when he found Human Setchi. Human Setchi was one of the Human Teens that arrived a quintant before, and Xir had no idea what to make of them. Pyro Grypr had told all crew members (Aside from the humans) that the teens were of no danger, and human adults had widely exaggerated their descriptions. But whenever Xir had seen Human teens, they were always what adults said they’d be and the adults were always there to make their vocal chords go down.
It was weird seeing human Setchi, one of the loudest males in the group, being oddly quiet, his vocal chords no longer spewing his odd genitalia jokes. The noise Human Setchi was making was..odd. He had never heard a Human adult make it before, but several of his crew mates described the sound he was hearing when they had encountered human children.
Xir wound his three grounded tentacles before slithering his way over there, causing human Setchi to turn around in surprise.
“Xir!” Setchi fumbled a bit. “I-I wasn’t aware anyone was here, sorry about that I was looking for my friend.”
“Human Setchi, What is that odd noise you are making?” Xir tilted his head, eyes blinking slowly. “Are you injured?”
Xir watched in surprise when the soft look Human Setchi was wearing morphed into one of discomfort and distrust. Human Setchi wiped his face and walked around Xir, forcing the alien to follow.
“It’s Not Setchi, that is my last name, it’s Abe.” Human Setchi made an odd growling noise. “And I’m fine, so you can go away now.”
Xir grew concerned, quickly moving faster to catch up to the small human. Dodging and weaving around the boxes that Setchi was bypassing.
“But Human Setchi,” Xir crowed. “If you are injured it is a must to go to medical and seek assistance, it is not safe to proceed anywhere if you are injured.”
Setchi turned to face him, eyes a lite with fury that made Xir backtrack slightly.
“Like I said Xir, I’m Fine.” He snapped. “If I wasn’t okay I wouldn’t be moving around.”
Xir swallowed feeling his seven glands become dry at the anger directed at him.
“I am sorry human Setchi, I just want to make sure you are okay, we do not want you injured at all please understand.”
“I do understand but you’re not listening to me!” Setchi snapped. “Just...Just leave me alone would you!”
“My sincerest apologies human Setchi.” Xir tilted slightly, trying to imitate a bow. “I did not mean to push, if you feel any remaining anger, you should head to doctor Repor, he will help you.”
“I don’t need no stinking Doctor Xir.” Setchi hissed again, clenching his human limbs. “I’m Fine.”
“But Repor is not a real doctor, he is an instructor that helps direct anger to a more peaceful place.” Xir tried to add helpfully, outstretching his two tentacle limbs.
Xir knew he had not stated the right thing as Human Setchi’s face grew scarily blank, a face human adults made when they were about to attack. Xir secreted his fluids onto his scales, hoping the gooey feel would allow him to slip away unharmed.
“You want to take me to a therapist?” Human Setchi did not sound alive anymore. “You want me to be fixed.”
“I Do not understand, what is a Therapist?” Xir’s vocal chords would not pronounce his voice as before making it sound small.
“Listen and Listen good Xir, I don’t care who told you but hear me.” Setchi said lowly.
Xir nodded in desperation, the room felt heavy, maybe they had added several notches into the gravity stabilizing device. Human Setchi was shaking, in anger possibly, which made Xir slither just a few slips behind.
“I AM NOT BROKEN!” Human Setchi yelled loudly, causing Xir to shrink back in fear. “IF YOU OR ANYONE ELSE HAS A PROBLEM WITH ME OR HOW I AM THEN YOU CAN ALL JUST JUMP OFF A CLIFF. Now Screw off.”
With that Human Setchi stomped away, more fluids leaking from his eyes. Xir wanted to go and confront him about it, he was not in any danger, he did not need to secrete any fluids, but wisely kept his snout shut. The heavy feeling left, allowing Xir to rise up steadily and slither to the main hall.
He had no idea what had transpired but maybe Gypr would, Gypr was the only Pyro who was attatched to the human teens. Maybe he could tell him what this all meant.