#double prompts

[thevioletcobra]

Spamtenna-tober; day 1- Big Shots/Tenna

[puppetmaster13u]

So, made Scrys of the batfamily. And honestly I just love the idea of giant sea dragons, y'know? And dragons in general. So! What if batfamily adoption, but with Fathom dragons!

(Behold, Danny, Sam, Tucker, Val, Ellie & Jazz)

SO ANYWAY! There's multiple ways a prompt of this could go, but I have three main ideas:

Option 1: It is similar to the normal Flight Rising world, where everyone is dragons. And they're in the same universe- that is, DP and DC are one timeline. In which case, the GIW or Fentons or Someone had to do something that sent the lil vigilante hatchlings adrift. Or someone sent them away for their own safety. Which is how they end up in the Gotham waters, which should kill anything else with how poisoned it is. But Amity is getting blasted with death radiation, has gotten pulled into another dimension full of it, that doesn't not have effects. That said the bats were not expecting several hatchlings to be swimming in their territory. Several injured hatchlings who instantly flee from them. Which. Is concerning.

Option 2 Not everyone is dragons. It's more of a dragon-shifter situation. Or a Wayne family curse that doesn't just effect blood-related members but anyone who joins the family. And it could be that it's the same world, or that DP & DC are different worlds. But somehow, maybe while not even in Gotham, at least one of the family stumbles across what should be impossible. Because like, Bruce didn't adopt again did he!? That's definitely several hatchlings, right? Right?! Bruce did not adopt these kids. His father Thomas, remembering two timelines thanks to the whole Flashpoint Fiasco, (and is now doubly traumatized) could not just leave these literal child (teen or no!) vigilantes all alone when he knows ways to help. He just also doesn't have a way to exactly inform any of his living family of this fact, or even thought about how the curse doesn't care if the adopter is in fact dead when they adopt.

Option 3 The same as Option 2, but Ghost Thomas might've perhaps accidentally become ghost king. (Look PK threatened his kids. Hell no.

Also have designs on like, adult scrys too

pspspsps @f4nd0m-fun @radiance1 @hdgnj I have brought ideas lol

[rierse]

October 14 & 15: In the Spirit

Also on AO3

Summary:

An akuma on Halloween? Honestly, no one should have been surprised that the city got ghosted. Prompts: "Do we have a plan?" & "It's rather complicated."

Notes:

I leaned I to the Halloween spirit for this one, enjoy!

Paris was a mess. The 'city of light' was nearly unrecognizable, except that there were no other cities being terrorized by Akumas, and what else could do this?

The once lovely city was dark, shrouded in mysterious fog, and some of its most famous landmarks now resembled headstones or mausoleums. Shadows seemed to grow and stretch independent of any identifiable light source.

"I'm not sure which is worse, Halloween or Valentine's Day," Ladybug stated grimly.

"Remember when holidays were fun?" Chat touched down beside her and slung an arm around her shoulders, but she shrugged it off. Even if she weren't into someone else, a dreary landscape filled with specters was hardly the place to kindle affection. Not for her anyway.

"I don't know," Purple Tigress purred, "I kinda like it."

Viperion laughed. "Yeah, I know someone who would get a kick out of this. So, do we have a plan?"

All eyes turned to Ladybug. She held up her lucky charm—a black and red spotted sheet that had two holes cut into it like a child's ghost costume.

"I do, but it's rather complicated."

Viperion frowned. "I don't think I'm going to like this idea."

Ladybug shrugged, but didn't deviate. "Two of us will dress as specters so we can get close enough to Poltergeist to grab the affected item, hopefully without getting hit and becoming real ghosts. Viperion, I need you to be ready to use second chance if we get hit."

Chat Noir stepped forward with a bow. "I'd be happy to escort you, m'Lady!"

Ladybug shook her head. "No. I can't risk both the Ring and the Earrings if things go sideways."

Purple Tigress nodded slowly. "I'll do it. I know how to be quiet, and I pack a mean punch for when we get close enough."

Ladybug nodded in confirmation. "Let's meet at the Mausoleum de Triumph. I have to grab the costumes."

Chat's eyebrows shot up. "You have ghoul costumes just lying around?"

Ladybug smirked. "Not that you need to know, but I know someone who does—and she won't mind my borrowing them." Her eyes strayed briefly to Tigress, "As long as I return them in good condition."

Viperion grabbed her shoulder. "Let me tag along; no one should go alone tonight."

The darkness closed in around them, and a chill seemed to seep through her suit. Viperion had a good point. If she got hit unseen, nobody would know. Ladybug exhaled slowly, "Alright, regroup in five, and guys? Keep within sight of your partner, but leave enough distance to avoid being hit at the same time."

A silent four-way fist bump later, they were on their way.

*****

The Liberty was as dark and murky as the rest of the city, possibly worse. For whatever reason, a large portion of the city's ghostly population seemed to be lingering, hovering above the water of the Seine, as they drifted silently downstream.

It was only the deep shifting shadows that made it possible to sneak in undetected by the ever-present apparitions. Ladybug reached into Juleka's closet for the gauzy creations she had only just given to Jules earlier that week. Viperion crept up behind her, and she handed him the longer of the two; thankfully, Rose wasn't that much shorter than she was, so the costume should cover her well enough. She slipped it over her head.

"Are you sure about this? Won't Juleka recognize her costume? She's been raving about them all week." Viperion whispered.

Ladybug brightened. "Really? She likes them that much?"

He winked, and squeezed her shoulder through the layers of filmy material. "Of course, the girl who made them is incredible."

Costumes in place (and hiding Ladybugs blush), they crept slowly from the hold and back into the city to meet the rest of the team.

Just before rejoining everyone, Viperion held her back. "Be careful out there, okay?"

Ladybug nodded, but she was confident in the people—the person—looking out for her. "I know you won't let anything bad happen to me, Vi…and Tigress has my back too, even if only to keep her costumes safe."

Viperion snorted, but the worry didn't leave his eyes. He gave a wide-eyed Tigress the guazy costume, once they arrived at the meeting point. He spent the rest of the fight taught ready to act, not relaxing until the plan finally worked. He'd only had to reset a half-dozen times, but even that was too many. Seeing his sister or his… girl-who-was-more-than-a-friend turned into intangible, lifeless ghosts was more panic inducing than he planned to admit to.

With the world set to rights, and the cure implemented, the team went their separate ways—at least until it was time for Juleka's epic Halloween party, though only Luka and Marinette knew just how many heroes would be there.

*****

Marinette dashed across the gangway at breakneck speed. She was late to the party! The Akuma had cut into her prep time, and thrown her schedule clear out the window. She found Juleka and Rose first, despite the fact that she was determined to finally talk to Luka. Viperion's honest admiration had finally given her the courage she needed.

Rose was spinning in her ghost costume, the fluttery edges catching the wind in a haunting display. Juleka took one look at Marinette and laughed before punching her lightly in the shoulder. "That should get his attention."

She didn't know that half of it.

Marinette grinned down at her costume…she certainly hoped Jules was right. "Hey, umm, this might be weird, but before I got ghosted, I snapped some photos during the Akuma attack. I had some printed for you." She shoved an envelope towards Juleka a little nervously.

Jules pulled out the top photos — the Liberty, shrouded in darkness like it was headed down the river Styx, a bunch of ghostly apparitions floating over the river, and a shot of the city decked out in all its spooky glory.

Juleka didn't squeal, that was Rose's thing, she did however, throw her ghost costume back to pull Marinette into a hug.

"These are unbelievably cool, Mari. Thank you." Just before setting her costume back to rights, she whispered in Marinette's ear. "Luka can't wait to see you. Look by the railing."

With a nod and a smile, Marinette left the 'ghosts' to haunt the Liberty and skirted through the crowd to find Luka.

He was so focused on looking for her from the opposite direction that she managed to sneak up on him.

"Second Chance."

He turned, eyes growing wide the moment he saw her. He took her in slowly, from her booted feet up to the snake like mask painted onto her face. Colored styling gel tipped the ends of her loose hair teal. His smile grew wider with every second.

"Wow," he breathed. "You look incredible."

Marinette smiled up at him, "Well, he's my favorite hero."

Luka leaned a little closer. "That so?"

Marinette nodded, and closed that last of the distance between them, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath and spoke through her fear and insecurity. "It's kinda embarrassing, actually. I have this massive crush on him—I might even love him—but I don't know if a second chance is enough for me."

Luka traced the edge of her face slowly, sending shivers down her spine. "I can't imagine ever running out of chances for you, Marinette."

*****

Bonus: Juleka watched Luka and Marinette for a moment before turning away in disgust. She was glad they were finally together, but did they have to kiss in public?! Rose sashayed, mimicking the floating ghosts they were both dressed as, while several people gave them a wide berth. Their uncanny resemblance to the akuma's minions had some people on edge. She glanced back at her brother and Marinette—what were the chances that Ladybug just happened to know someone who knew someone who knew about her ghost costumes? And wasn't it funny how Marinette came up to the same spot on Luka's shoulder that Ladybug did on Viperion's? Rose let out a downright eerie "OooOooooOoo" that carried across the deck, and Juleka let the intrusive 'my-brother-is-a-secret-hero' thoughts slip out of her grasp to focus on the cutest little ghoul at the party.

[coloredscribbli]

The second day of Objectober and Selfshiptober! Today’s prompts; Stargazing and Relationships!

[tydy-the-megnet]

Snow Angel

I’m doubling up on these two prompts.

Prompt Twenty-four and Twenty-five: (24-25 Dec) Wishes and Snow Day

He knew Pidge preferred the indoors, especially during extreme weather, but they were dating now, and he wanted to do couple-y stuff like play in the snow…

…

Pidge Gunderson crept around the corner, the pats of her feet hitting the floor never betraying her presence.

It was rude to eavesdrop, but then, she wasn’t always a polite person, she supposed.

She strained her ear as her boyfriend began speaking.

“I mean, I know she likes to stay inside with her computers and stuff…” Lance McClain tied his bootlace, pulling the string taught. “And I don’t mind… But every once in a while a want to do some ‘classic’ date activity, you know?”

Hunk Garret hummed in response as he wrapped his yellow scared around his neck. “Someday, buddy. We just need to show Pidge the winter wonder of snowmen and snow angels.”

“She’s a snow angel.” From around the corner, Pidge couldn’t see the pair, but she could feel the goofy smile that would always spread across his face when he got all lovey-dovey.

She adored that smile.

Hunk snorted, “Weren’t we just talking about how she hates snow?”

Lance gave a longing sigh and replied, “Yeah…”

Pidge rather thought Lance was the snow angel in their relationship.

…

Lance felt another snowball smack him in the center of his blue jacket, scattering flakes all over his torso. He grinned from behind his scarf and threw two projectiles at once, one hitting Hunk’s arm – and skewing the larger boy’s aim – the other exploding on Hunk’s forehead.

That’s why he was the “Sharpshooter.” Plus, this was his element: come ice, water, or snow, Lance truly felt at home…

… and he wanted to share that “home” with Pidge…

He blinked out of his thoughts just in time to avoid Hunk’s latest toss. The snowball soared past him and slammed into a snowman, knocking the icy humanoid’s head off.

Both of them laughed, and paused their antics to repair their creation.

Lance was just replacing the carrot nose in the middle of the frozen face when he suddenly found several gallons of snow pelting him in one moment.

He turned around in a flash to see Pidge, decked out in at least three coats, four scarves, two snowcaps and large boots. She was positioned directly behind him, standing on a stool with her hands still raised from where she had dumped the snow onto her boyfriend.

In the ensuing snow war, one thought hept crossing his mind…

“Christmas wishes do come true.”

[promptsbyrae]

Write a short description of the thing the you are most afraid to write about, then put it to the side. Make a list of a few people currently in your life that you rely on/ need the most, then circle one. Now write a piece about the person you circled as if they have just passed away and you are at the funeral. When your done go back to the first topic. Maybe it doesn't seem as difficult to write about now. -- inspired by a talk given by poet Bianca Spriggs --

[pxnksuited]

Together or not at all & The Crash// Thompsonred

"On this day, October 29, 1929, the stock market has crashed! I repeat the stock market has-!" Jay picked up and threw the radio across the room, making a noise of triumph as it crashed into the wall and fell to the floor in a million pieces. This had to be some mistake! This....all of his money was in the stocks! "No...please no...." He was ruined, no...he was broke.