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tony’s been dreaming of the day peter and harley meet, because he just knows they’ll get on like a house on fire.
he, however, certainly doesn’t expect their first meeting to be them getting kidnapped together, over 900 miles apart. he also doesn’t expect the frantic phone call he gets two sleepless days later, from their kidnapper, begging him to please come get the kids because they’re so fucking irritating.
unbothered character dialogue + prompts ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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♡ “breathing air that you contaminate deeply unsettles me.”
♡ constantly putting their feet on their superior’s desk/table.
♡ “please remind me why you are relevant.”
♡ always commenting at the worst moment possible.
♡ “life was far more peaceful when i thought you were dead.”
♡ when someone is yelling at them, the character pulls out a book and just starts reading.
♡ “i gave my last fuck two decades ago, you’re going to need a time machine to find it.”
♡ sees a dead body and just sighs, turns around and goes to the breakfast diner across the street.
♡ “if he opens his mouth again i’m calling the cops for a noise disturbance.”
♡ has one hobby that they get really prickly about if people interrupt or make fun of it.
♡ “when did you finally decide to be helpful?”
♡ sees another character having a panic attack and asks them to quiet down so they can finish their crossword puzzle.
♡ “maybe if you were as tall as your ego you would have seen it.”
♡ other characters having to remind them to either pretend to care or not speak at all during important meetings/situations.
♡ “i could bring the heavens crashing down, remember that the next time you interrupt my coffee break.”
♡ being the key part of the team’s plan but will continuously sleep in.
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flirty or threatening? dialogue prompts
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“good god, you are a pain.” “then why are you even here?” “maybe i’m a masochist.”
“say that again i dare you.” “what are you going to do about it if i do?”
“your existence unnerves me.” “aw, i’m flattered.”
“hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!”
“huh, you know when you’re not scowling at me your eyes look a little more blue than green.”
“what if one day you wandered off a cliff?” “would you join me?”
“sometimes i feel like you want to get hit.” “by you? most certainly.”
“miss me?” “i had wondered where my headache went.”
“you are certainly interesting.” “is that a compliment or are you making fun of me?” “yes.”
“i’m not docile by any means.” “i’ve noticed, i notice everything about you.”
“i need help to bury a body.” “and you thought of me? aw.” “actually, i’m the only one that would miss you if you went to prison.” “you’d miss me?”
“i hate you!” “as long as you feel something towards me.”
“watch it!” “it’s cute how easy i can rile you up.”
“do you truly hate me?” “i wish that was possible.”
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Injury Prompt #1031
Loss of consciousness
Injury Prompt #1025
whipped on the back
Injury Prompts #952
Needle to the neck
Injury Prompt #996
Chased while injured
Injury Prompt #1025
whipped on the back
Injury Prompt #1026
Strangled by a cord
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Thinking about that prompt i found on TikTok about faking your death and then coming back and knocking on your best friend's door like nothing happened.
That but make Steve fake his own death accidentally, so he is clueless why Robin is freaking out when he goes to visit her.
(with a side of Steve going feral a la Jonh Wick and Die Hard over his car, i'm so normal about this, so normal, it's not like i use this like an oportunity to make a b99 reference, pff, Gertie who??? )
Like, i know nothing about witness protection and how faking your death would work, but, but- let's use our imagination.
Steve's father being a lawyer and messing with someone he shouldn't have. He ends up dead and because of this, the cops think they could go after Steve too.
Which, true, Steve has an accident that destroys his car (RIP BMW, I love you, but this is for plot reasons, you would be missed), so now he has to be under witness protection.
Steve, like the ball of repressed trauma and anger issues that he is, decides that the best thing to do is go after the people who destroyed his car, a la John Wick; because:
Going after them to avenge his father: no, thank you.
Going after them to avenge his car: yes, let me go for my bat.
That without forgetting to leave a cryptic message to Eddie's and Robin's voicemail.
While Steve is having his own action movie with handling the 'mob' and cops that kinda want to help, kinda don't care; the rest of the Party is freaking out because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO ONE INVITED HIM TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH SOMEONE AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN HIS CAR WAS FOUND IN THE QUARRY???".
Dustin asks Robin if something happened with Steve during christmas, like kissing under the mistletoe or something, only for Robin to say she didn't invite him because Eddie did, but Eddie hears that and goes, "Uh, no? I chicken out; I thought you would invite him after I didn't."
They asking around if someone invited Steve because it's kind of public knowledge that his parents suck, but no one did, and he hasn't come to the Party's Christmas party yet, so he's probably mad at them.
But Eddie and Robin are having a Bad Feeling™ because of the voicemails, and Hopper is being called to identify a car that it was found in the quarry that morning.
And Hopper knows that car, he has seen that car since Steve was a dumb teenager that got his parties busted by the chief. He hasn't seen Steve for a while. He wasn't at the christmas party. Where was he again?
The Party still isn't in the know, but Hopper is already looking for Steve but he can't find him and-
Remember that i told you Steve was in witness protection? Well, i think sometimes they fake their deaths, i'm not sure, but this is the perfect oportunity and cover to pretend that Steve died.
So the government uses it, and The Party doesn't know because different branch of the government and all that.
When Hopper founds out he doesn't know how to tell the other that Steve had an accident and they are still looking for him in the quarry; but they already know, they used Dustin's cerebro to find out what was going on.
Everyone is devastaded, and then, Eddie and Robin hear their voicemail again only to bring out that maybe it wasn't an accident, that maybe Steve did it on porpose.
And grief, pain, mourning, sadness, anger. Just a lot of feelings.
Meanwhile, Steve is kicking ass and using the Bad Guys™ headquarters like his own personal rage room.
Blablabla something something something.
Steve let out his anger, has a few personal realisations, lets himself think about the trauma he's endured all those years and comes back like a new person, ready to confess his feelings for Eddie Munson and let people care about him.
The first thing is go talk with Robin, she's probably worried about him and she probably knows better than him to help him confess to Eddie.
So he goes, only to be utterly confuse by the amount of tears, snot, yells and hugs that Robin welcomes him. It's not like he died.
Then Robin is flabbergasted by his Audacity.
Both of them fall into a bickering that makes Robin cry harder because she thought she wouldn't have this again and Steve starts to cry because Robin is crying and now they're both crying.
Needless to say, they catch up about all the things that happened in both ends.
It's not the end of tears, hugs and yelling, though.
Just give Steve all the confort that he refused to accept because he didn't think he deserved and that people didn't know how to give.
Fluff, Fluffy, Fluff. A bit of Steddie here.
Yeah, that's all.
bit of steddie ghostface au anyone?
Nancy thought she was holding her trembling back well, but it was hard to have any confidence in the face of those dead, blank, masked eyes. Two pairs of empty holes staring up at her, waiting. She felt more trapped than they were.
Which was certainly not true, as she was stood quite freely next to a news camera supported on Jonathans shoulder, hooked up to the stolen reporter van situated to their left. Meanwhile the masked figures were tied thoroughly to the two metal chairs at both the arms and legs.
But…there was something in the slight tilt of the left persons head, like a confused dog waiting to see what would happen next. It was getting to her. Making something deep and old inside her uncomfortable and restless.
But she couldn’t look away, not now. With one last look towards Jon and a confirmation nod, she approached the figures.
“We are live across Hawkins news stations ,there is no getting out of this. Everyone will know who you are.” If the duo had any thoughts on her comments, they didn’t show it. Masks unmoving. “I need you to look into that camera knowing the families of your victims are watching.”
And that got a reaction, a small jump of the shoulders. A weird motion to place without being able to see a face, but Nancy could tell. It was a little laugh.
Any fear she had was stripped away to red hot anger, she ignored Jonathans call of ‘wait, Nancy-‘ as she reached for the mask, ripping it off with a harsh movement that made the persons head snap back slightly. And then it was done. She was holding it. She would know. They watched as the bent over stranger, who’s face was still obscured by a mess of hair, began to shake.
And the horrible, cold dread of truth seemed to weigh down on Nancy as she realised…she knew that hair. She knew that expressive body language. Knew why she could tell he was laughing, because she had seen it a thousand times. The head lifted to reveal Eddie Munson.
Local freak, dungeon master and…Nancys friend. An older sibling figure. An idol to her brother. He sat, body obscured behind a robe and looking far too pleased with himself. She was going to be sick. The mask dropped from her hand as she took a shaky step back.
“Aw Nance, I told you I had plans tonight didn’t I?” His voice was clear and calm, teasing and playful. Like he was teasing her the same as all those times before. She had to…she had to get out of there. She couldn’t even speak.
She jumped as a hand landed on her shoulder, vision spinning as she turned towards the new danger. But it was just Jonathan. He had small tears in the corner oh his eyes, but his face was twisted in determined anger. The trembling through his body seeming to end just before his arm supporting the camera, keeping it steadily fixed on Eddie who was back to tilting his head at the lens. The hand grounded her, reminded her that this wasn’t about them. That she’d have plenty of time later to scream and cry and ask ‘why?’ to an empty room.
But for now, she had to show Hawkins who they had to blame. She still had to unmask the killers-…Eddie’s accomplice. Before she could though, a movement from the right caught her attention. A full body shake seemed to have overtaken the remaining masked individual.
Eddie turned to look at his apparent partner with a look of…distain? Annoyance? Nancy didn’t know, but it confused her enough to approach the second person. When she did, she noticed the shaking was accompanied by a laboured breathing and was that…sniffling?
What the fuck was going on? The body began to sway aggressively, a panicked movement as if trying to get out of the bonds holding them there. The mask darted from side to side, as if looking around in confusion. The sight was equal parts terrifying and baffling.
Nancy hastily got a grip on the persons head from behind to steady it which earned her a panicked shout, before she grabbed the underside of the mask and pulled. And the feeling of her heart shattering seemed to line up with the echoing sound of the plastic hitting the floor.
It didn’t matter that she was standing behind him. She knew exactly who that was. “J-Jon? Man what is happening here, please you have to help! I dont, I dont know where I am-“ The terrified, shaky voice of her ex boyfriend filled the room.
His pleading fell on deaf ears, as Nancy supposed the ringing in Jonathans head must be as loud as hers. But somehow through the mess of emotions, her brain latched onto the only easy to comprehend information. The only thing she could try and deal with. What was he saying?
He…didn’t know where he was? He wanted help?
Immediately she swung to the front of him, kneeling down in front of the chair and taking his face in her hands. She turned it from side to side, as if looking for a clear answer. “Steve, Steve you need to calm down.”
“I don’t know what’s going on or where I am and I can’t breath Nancy I can’t breathe what’s happening you have to help me I can’t breath oh my God what’s happening I can’t-“ a pained gasp around tears. “I don’t understand I don’t understand I don’t-“
“Steve!” She shakes his head slightly. “Steve, listen to my voice. I’m here, Jon is here. You’re okay. We will figure this out, okay. But first I need you to calm down.” He shakes her head at her but noticeably stops swaying. His breathing evening out slightly as his eyes
Take her in. She sees him purposefully take a few deep breaths before looking up at Jon to confirm he was still there. Still stood above him. That seems to remind him of his situation. “I don’t…” He exhales a pained breath. “I don’t like this. Nancy, why am I tied up?”
“Steve…”
“I…Trust you. But I can’t handle restraints Nancy, you know that from…from last time. I don’t know what’s happening, please…untie them.” She stares up at him for a few seconds, searching his wet eyes as her hands naturally reach to undo the rope around his ankles.
But something stops her. A deep, gutfeeling prevents her from moving any further. Like something in his eyes was telling her…she shouldn’t.
“I’m sorry, not now. We will figure this out, but I cannot do that.” A look of betrayal washes over his sunken face, and she almost regrets her choice. Until she hears a little laugh from beside her. Breathy and mocking.
“Man, that was so pathetic.”
But before she can turn to look, a twitch at Steve’s mouth catches her attention. Like another mask was ripped away from him, his demeanour falls apart.
Like the shaking crying man was never there. In its place was the Steve she knew, in the worst way possible. He looked fine. Just fine. Happy, even. Like he was joking around with the kids. A genuine smile on his face as he looked over to Eddie, not caring for Nancy at his feet.
“Awe come on, I almost had it there.”
“You didn’t have shit sweetheart, your big eyes are too expressive. You’re not supposed to look happy to have apparently been at my mercy for weeks.”
“Well, we both know I’m more than happy for-“
“What the fuck is going on?”
Both of their heads swivel towards her. And she isn’t sure if its the perfect sync or the cold, dead eyes that make her freeze up and wish she hadn’t spoken. She needs to…needs to back up. She can’t be on camera for this anymore.
They both snicker at her clear retreat before looking towards each other as if to, what? Get their stories straight. In any other situation she would scoff. It’s not like they had any way to talk their way out of this one. When Eddies eyes finally return to het his look is positively taunting.
“Is it not obvious, Nancy Drew?” He tacks it on in the same tone he would tease Mike in, it makes her feel sick to her stomach. “I mean, I don’t think there is a more conclusive way to catch two masked killers. You have your big Scooby Doo moment already.”
That gets a laugh out of Steve, a real laugh like a girl twirling her finger around a phone cord while talking to her crush. She isn’t sure why it makes her want to punch him in the face. The anger helps. It lets her pretend. Put on an act for the broadcast.
“So you admit it?”
“Admit what exactly, Nance? Need some specifics here. You know I’m an idiot.” The thing wearing Steves face jeers at her .
“You killed them. You killed Fred, and Patrick. Jason and Andy. You killed…you killed Chrissy.”
Eddie makes a humming noise and opens his hand into a fist where it peeks out from behind the chair.
“Let’s see let’s see. So we have Fred first of course. Easy one really, took you all a while to notice that.”
“Yeah poor kid, you guys were really cruel to him.”
“Right? And Next we have Andy. Steve took that one for the team-“ they both giggled at the pun. “Cause I can’t take on a basketball member.”
“I don’t know, you fared pretty well against Jason.”
“4 years of repressed anger baby, absolute magic.”
“Shame about Chrissy though.”
“Yeah, nice girl. Just bad luck really, the one time she wanted some drugs was when I was halfway through her boyfriends skull…”
“It couldn’t be helped.” Steve gives him a comforting look.
“No, no you’re right. Had to be done.”
Nancy waits for them to continue but they just…don’t. They leave it there.
An eerie silence takes over the room, but the two seem quite content to stare into each other’s soulless eyes.
And it seems to piss Jonathan off just as much as her because he finally speaks up.
“And Patrick?” His voice is scratchy with held back tears and vitriol.
“What about Patrick?” Eddie cocks his head again.
“Which one of you…killed Patrick?”
Both of the men look at each other, then slowly back to Nancy and Jon. Before landing on the camera lens.
“Well, we can’t take credit for everything can we?”
And with that, the lights in the warehouse shut off.
Nancy jumps, trying to hold in the little scream as Jon drops the camera to the floor and yanks her towards him, their heavy breaths the only sound. Waiting.
“Nancy…” Jonathan whispers.
She can’t speak. Can’t open her eyes or her mouth. Can’t keep up, can’t breathe. So she nods against his chest.
“…Robin said she had plans tonight.”
Apparently there IS a reason why the Drakes are known as Drakes.
Of which Jack and Janet, rich archeologists, dug up the bones of Jack's ancestors, people who were said to wear amulets and turn into dragons when angered.
Or:
Tim Drake is related to Princess Dorathea.
As Mum and Dad’s ship was known as the SS Pride & Prejudice on the (much missed by me) FictionAlley (so much parent stuff, too young to even know to screenshot..) I would love to see them in a Regency AU or a P&P AU, I would do it myself but I know nothing of the era or how to go about it without blatantly copying the book or others fanfics.
I’ve looked for fanart but there’s nothing beyond the common pairs and while I ship some of them, it’s just not helping.
Just needed to put out a little rant here, that’s it from me. Maybe someday…
I JUST WANT MY PARENTS TO BE TOGETHER IN EVERY UNIVERSE!!
This needs to be a fanfic! I may write it myself but this has been keeping me up daydreaming with ways this could possibly happen.
My theory for Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory (Gene Wilder version at least) is that Willy Wonka is actually Charlie Bucket’s dad. You never see “Mr Bucket”. Mr Wonka gives the factory to Charlie in the end - a move that you would make if the person was your kin. I think that Mr Wonka made sure that Charlie got that golden ticket, somehow, just as he made sure that it was only children who got them.
These are just my theories.
The dream: Pat reveals the Cap’s name when confessing he loves him.
“Wait! Captain, Cap, (name), *deep breath* i love you”
Just, YES!
What if Charles had arrived whenever Spearchucker left??
I would love to read/be able to write a M*A*S*H fanfic where Margaret meets Charles on one of her many trips to Tokyo for R&R, they get together and she has to hide it from Frank why she’s constantly going to Tokyo. And what happens when Frank leaves and Charles is assigned to the 4077th? Maybe he comes earlier and they have to avoid Frank’s constant “secret” visits to Margaret? Just really want some Margaret/Charles with some Frank interaction!!
Posting this here as I won’t write it but Prompt, I guess:
- Dad (Snape) runs an apothecary/potions shop in Hogsmede while Mum (Mcgonagall) still teaches (Lupin is constant dada prof but Dad can’t complain as he doesn’t have kids at Hogwarts and Slughorn and maybe some others who aren’t story important are potions prof), Mum meets Dad for some potion or other reason and bam! Relationship! (Haven’t decided if Dad will be a death eater or not still but up to writer if people use this rubbish) (I JUST WANNA SHARE!)
Gregor the Overlander
Specifically Boots
Prompt: You see your younger sibling getting abducted at the park. Panicked, you rush to save them only for the abductor to reveal that they’re not abducting your sibling—your sibling is the world’s Chosen One and they’re here to train them.
Queerest names possible (in a good way), go.
I have 7+ other cas challenges to start but i'm lazy
SWEET FEBRUARY a prompt list
hey guys! i did this sweet prompt list to maybe isnpire some of you into the valentine's day breeze, even tho i myself dont have this "holiday" on my country lol
you can use the list for whatever you like: sims, lookbooks, poses, photoshoots, blenders, anything! you dont even need to do all days or follow the order, just do what speaks to you! its purpose is to bring inspiration for you to create!!
have fun and tag me!!!!!!!!!! #SweetFebruarySims
I wonder what would have happen that they found themselves in that situation?
I think i find it a bit funnier if Kim is the reason for all that, not Harry (for once) :")
Or maybe it was some kind of joke on Kim when he transferred... Obv that would be Harry's idea
hmm, what do you think?