Short DPXDC Prompts #592

Btw pro tip from someone who is far too paranoid for his own good but also loves horror content like a fucking idiot: imagine whatever is scaring you atm trying to sell you weed. This always helps.

Do you think the world is ready for my transfem alfred and bruce au

they should make it easier

no face mcserial killer possibly, caught sky with a sleeping spell. it worked very well. time caught nofaced loser in the act and the same sleeping spell Did Not work on him. blunt object to the face works fine. noface mightve not survied the punch, no ones checked yet. doing my public service by making time suffer.

i forgot wild.

Do a flip

dick asks spider-man if he happens to be in need of an emotionally detached billionaire crime fighting father figure because he knows one who adopts anything that breathes and peter says nah i've got one of those but thank you mister nightwing

Twilight’s eyes were wide with distress. He opened his mouth twice before speaking. “Is that another Link?”

The child on the beach coughed and spluttered, buffeted by the tide. Their small hands sunk into the waterlogged sand before they managed to crawl toward the nearest palm tree. A fairy hovered nearby, its aura dim with unease.

“That’s… me,” Time croaked. In his satchel, he felt the pulse of the Zora Mask—an eddy, salt-rich and so, so mournful. There was a similar feeling from the child on the beach. “I don’t know how, but that’s me.”

Warriors took a deep breath as if to speak. Haltingly, he began, “He looks like you. As I remember you, I mean.”

“What do you mean, remember?” Sky asked. “You knew each other before?”

“Not exactly,” Warriors answered when Time could not. The child on the beach began to sob.

“Why are we just standing here?” Wild asked quietly, his feet rooted all the same. “We should be helping him. We should, right?”

Anxiously, Time reached for his ocarina. The color was faded after so many years. “I don’t… I don’t think we can.”

“Why not?” Legend asked, grief and kindness poorly hidden beneath a scowl. “He’s hurt. He’s hurting. You’re…” He cleared his throat. “You’re just a baby.”

The child on the beach struggled to pull himself together. He covered his head with his arms and asked ‘why’. The Oceanside Spider House lay like a tomb ahead of him.

“This is the third day,” Time told them hollowly. His stomach rolled and rolled and rolled. He fought the urge to double over. “We can’t interfere.”

Wind glanced between child and adult. “But what if—”

“We can’t,” Time said again, searching the sky for that haunting grimace. The ground rumbled tellingly. “People will die. It has to happen this way.”

A portal opened behind them, promising a new world. “This is cruel,” Warriors muttered, more furious than any of the others had ever seen him. “There’s no point to this but cruelty.”

In the end, the nine heroes left Termina without truly entering it—tourists to what had happened during some brief moment in time within time within… time. They glimpsed a broken child and left him to his fate.

The child did not notice. He panicked, then he carried on.

baby bird burrito!!! that boy likes to be so cozy! and a part of him never grows out of it….

barrel of robins