#;pit feeling

[onippep]

Bowling!

That.

(Was.)

AWESOME.

(I honestly didn't expect everyone to text back so quickly. On a Tuesday night.)

Me neither. Goddamn miracle everyone came out like that so suddenly..!

(Theodore got so angry.)

If I had any drinks in me, there would've been a brawl out on those lanes, lemme tell ya.

(You didn't drink at all tonight, I'm surprised.)

Hah, yeah. Well, I just... wanted to make sure I'm ready for tomorrow. And, uh...

(Mmmm?)

...I wanted to be sober for when we'd get back. Try and associate this fun stuff and anything I say without being under the influence.

(Anything you say, huh?)

Well-- yeah! Because last time we went out, I was buzzed. I don't want you to think I only had fun because I was a little intoxicated and it didn't... mean anything. Because it did.

(I never thought otherwise. You're fine. Though that's-- that's really sweet. Thank you.)

Yeah. 'Course. [hums]

(I was so worried about you today. You were so sad.)

[Frowns] Hm. I'm sorry. I wish I could-- word it properly. All the shit going through my head.

(The way you've been feeling tells me more than enough.)

The way you worded that sounds... super passive, but your tone was-- genuine?

(Because I'm serious. The combination tells a complexity that I doubt either of us could formulate through verbal means. From what you've told me before, it adds up and makes sense as to why you've been...)

Running around, screaming, throwing people around, moping, brooding...

(You said it, not me.)

[both laugh]

(You seem a lot more lucid now, at the very least.)

Y-yeah! Yeah. Uh. Going out really cleared my head. Felt-- foggy.

(Have you ever tried taking your brain out to give it a good scrub--?)

GROSS. NO.

(Seriously, it could do you some good--)

My head cannot come off unless you kill me. NO.

(Shame! It feels nice.)

You're a menace.

(Your favourite menace.)

My favourite menace.

[snorts]

(So you'll be alright tomorrow?...)

Should be. I won't put you through that again.

(Good... I could feel how much pain you were in last night.)

Eh--? Shit. You heard me?

(No, I was asleep. Still felt it though.)

That's kinda annoying.

(A necessary evil.)

I can't guarantee I won't feel like that again, considering, uh, you know, but-- sorry. I guess. My house and all. Pfft..

(I just wish I could help somehow. How you feel is not of concern for my own wellbeing-- I just wish I could... hmmph...)

You help. Like-- don't get me wrong, you do. Sometimes I just need to be left alone.

(That didn't last long though.)

It didn't. I'm clingy.

(You really are.)

Woe is me.

(Am I good to sleep here tonight?)

Yep. You're locked in.

(It's been nice. But like you said. Let me know when you want the bed to yourself.)

You'll know. You already know from my apparently very rancid bad vibes I give off sometimes.

(Touche.)

Lights out. We gotta work tomorrow.

(Got it.)

...

...

(I don't have to say it.)

You don't. C'mere. Your turn this time.

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[purrpl-png]

bro is NOT best dad

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Being someone who read Under The Red Hood and came out with the firm belief that, for Jason, it's not about killing Joker, it's about Jason wanting proof Batman would choose him over the Joker (bc shelia chose the joker). Makes seeing any other media where it's all about just wanting the Joker dead is a teeny bit frustrating. to be honest

Jason could've killed the Joker himself, really, really easily. Jason kidnaps the Joker before the confrontation. I can't open my comic for a reference right now, but it felt like he had the Joker for quite a bit before the confrontation. He had him. He beat him up with a crowbar. He had every single opportunity to kill the Joker himself, but he didn't because that wasn't his goal. Make no mistake, he did plan for the Joker to be dead by the end of it, but do you see what im trying to say here

Edit: If I knew this post was gonna get 1000+ notes I would've tried to word it better or something, this was a rant I made on the way to the grocery store 😭

It's not about making Batman kill either. When Batman says he won't kill, Jason adjusts and goes, 'Let ME kill the Joker or kill me to stop me' instead. The test is all about Batman choosing him. The whole final confrontation is Jason's first death again. The parent, The Joker, and the explosives. It even ends with Jason unable to move as a bomb goes off right next to him again because the parent didn't choose Jason. And instead tried finding an option that'd benefit them and (consequencely) letting the Joker walk, again, lol, lmao <-in agony

[nixiecat]

the "shave your pits" guy is back in my notes and this time is being transphobic to my followers so it's pit posting time again!!!

[pixlokita]

✨🥓 nothing will snap you out of agony nightmares faster than bacon

[zivazivc]

. . . 😳

[arcanefanpage]

Just Sisters Supporting Sisters

[dcxdpdabbles]

can you write the batfam going to amity due to *reasons* and alls well until Jason feels like he SHOULDNT go near since it’s Danny’s Haunt? Like how Crime Alley is ‘his’ Haunt? And batfam thinks he’s just being dramatic but uh, yeah he isn’t.

"I'm not going in there," Jason repeated, standing on the side of the highway, arms crossed over his chest and a stubborn scowl on his face.

"Jay, please get back in the van," Bruce sighed while the rest of the Waynes stared from their seats. They had originally all gotten off, but when the second eldest had started yelling, Bruce herded everyone back inside, including Dick.

No one knows why Jason was acting like this.

A few minutes earlier, he had napped comfortably in the far back of the large van Bruce had rented. The family had been on a cross-country road trip, where they all piled in together and let the GPA lead them to their final destination- Wayne Mountain Hotsprings. Alfred had the idea to practically kick everyone out of the manor to bond.

Members of their various teams would watch Gotham for the three weeks they would be gone. This week, Kon and Bart texted Tim updates. At first, the Waynes were not entirely up for the trip, but after a few hours of driving, they all enjoyed singing random songs and researching their vacation pick.

They each got to pick one random spot they wanted to stop at one the way- tourist trap or not- and Damian had been excited to go to "America's most haunted town." He had even been able to contact local ghost hunters who were excited to give them a tour. The Waynes would spend the night at the only hotel in the city and leave tomorrow morning.

That was the plan until Jason woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, "Pull over! Pull over! I can't go in there!"

It gave everyone a heart attack. Bruce had nearly driven into the other lane as Jason had been attempting to unbuckle himself and- were it not for Cass's quick reflection- fling himself from the moving vehicle. As soon as they found a safe spot to pull over, Jason leaped from the van and placed himself in front of the Welcome to Amity Park sign

A little up the road, they could see the city's outskirts. The Fentons, the acclaimed ghost hunters, were expecting them in twenty minutes. Damian was getting angsty.

"Can you explain why you can't go into Amity Park?" Bruce questions, stepping closer. "I won't make you go in there. I just need to know what's going on."

"Don't you feel that?" Jason asks, gesturing to the air around them. "It feels unsafe."

"What does?"

"The vibes," Jason said straightly, and Bruce's left eyebrow was spammed. "The vibes are choking."

Bruce takes another step closer, voice lowering into the familiar tone of comforting a scared civilian. "Jay what do you mean by that."

Jason opened his mouth only to snap his head upwards with a scream. "He's here!"

Everyone looked up—or at least those in the van by a window—only to see nothing. There was nothing there that could have freaked out Jason so much. The sun, maybe? Gotham wasn't known for its sunlight, and perhaps the fact that he grew up without it made it extra terrifying to the Gothamite.

Jason leaped behind Bruce, hiding like he did as a child. Now that Jay was taller than his father and buckler, it was a strange sight. "I'm sorry! I swear I wasn't going in!"

"Jaylad, what-"

"Ghost detected." The robotic voice of Damian's official ghost-hunting equipment made everyone freeze. The boy had opened the door of the van, escaping Duke's attempted grasp, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the little machine in his hand.

It came from the Fentons' online store, and although it didn't work, Damian enjoyed walking around with it, searching for the paranormal. The rest of the family saw it as an age-appropriate make-believe, sighing in relief when he waved his little box around before deeming the area safe.

As it were, Damian waved the box again, letting the machine hum and bling as it landed on a particular spot in the sky. "Ghost detected. Ghost detected. Ghost located. Ghost is ten feet before you."

"Oh wow," An unknown voice said over the sound of rushing cars on the highway. Damian's eyes widen. "Haven't seen that design of the Fenton Finder in years. First edition, isn't it?"

Damian eyes are practilly sparkling as he puffs out his chest "It is! Are you a ghost?"

"Yeah." Suddently a glowing flouting transparent boy pops into thin air. No sound, no portal, not rush of air. Just one second he's there. He offers Damian a wide warm smile, that somehow makes his glowing green eyes menecing. "I'm Danny Phantom."

He turns his eyes back to Jason as Damian gapes at him. The boy had thought Phantom was a local urban legend. He has been decorating his room with "captured" images of Phantom for years. He turns to Tim, hissing for a pen and his photo binder.

"You." Phantom points at the cowering man. "Feel strange. You're overshadowed, but at the same time, there is no foreign soul in your body. What are you?"

"Um, I'm just here on vacation with my family-oh!" Jason words are cut off as Phantom flings himself at the pair. Before Bruce or Jason can react the ghost has his hands inside of Jason chest, ramaging around like it's a bag. Oddly enough, this makes Jason blush.

"Hmm. Yeah, there is no other ghost here. Are you haunting your own corpse?" Phantom floats upwards to stare into Jason's eyes. "Or are you a Halfa?"

"My own corpse," Jason gasps, but Bruce decides he's not about to let whoever this bothers his son, pushing Phantom back. Only somewhat surprised by the fact he made contact the hero's grunts

"Kindly keep your hands to yourself."

"Sorry," Phantom mutters, flouting back. He fidgets with his glowing white hair while shifting his feet. "I just wanted to be sure he was safe. You may enter."

And with another pop, he's gone.

Damian makes a sad whine in the back of his throat, holding a picture of a blurred image of Phantom and a pen. He flipped through the binder, attempting to find the clearest one while the ghost chatted with his father and brother. "I didn't get an autograph."

"There's always next time," Tim offered, patting the boy back as he led him towards his seat in the van again. You should keep that on your person so if you run into him again, we can get it signed for you quickly."

"Okay"

"Phew," Jason breathed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "That was terrifying. Anyway, we should get going, I don't want to be late for the Fentons."

He ignored Bruce's look, walking back as if he hadn't held them up for nearly forty minutes because the vibes were bad.

Bruce stared as Jason skipped back to the van, feeling very old and single. Maybe he should try calling the blind date Alfred had attempted to set up for him. He needs some support in raising his children. He has too many white hairs as it were.

[damnwhattaman]

Flex 💪🏼

[onippep]

*Rose taunt intensifies*

(...Hold on.)

(Let's test something.)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny gets her sleepy FNAF guys mixed up,,

[bluerosefox]

Portal Passage

Anther DPxDC idea (it can be either turn into future Dead on Main or Anger Management, I'm not picky)

With Toddler!Damian~

So

When Jason was being 'trained' by the LOA in a fit of Pit Madness he somehow manged to stumble upon a toddler Damian in the base when he fought his current 'teacher' and fell into Damian's own training room at the time he was training.

Jason, even in a Pit Rage episode and not yet fully 'trained' out of his Robin teaching and his own (deeply buried) morals of protecting children, see's a toddler being trained with a legit sword and see's some of the wounds and cuts the kid has on himself from the training. He does not take it well and in a fit, fights the other teacher and gathers Damian into his arms.

This leads to Jason, in half coherent and half Pit Madness, to try to escape with Damian in his arms and get the heck out of the League with assassins at his heels.

However the fight eventually ends up with them near the Pits itself and in a single wrong move the two fall in.

The two do not resurface.

-x-x-

It was a normal day in Amity Park.

As normal as Amity Park could be to be honest.

When one of the Fenton siblings came down to clean the lab for the day when the protal suddenly flared up and for the lack of better words spat out a teen around their age and a toddler.

Both passed out on the lab floor.

[teaboot]

I am often self-concious of how often I talk and laugh in social settings. I've tried to stop, but can't seem to help myself. This has been a problem my entire life, for as long as I can remember, since my very first days of preschool. In efforts not to speak, I just feel myself get more and more excited until I lose my will to reign it in and spill words everywhere.

In light of that, here are some positive things I've heard about it:

"I could listen to you talk all day. I think you're one of the only people I can listen to who doesn't bore me to death."

(I burst out laughing in class after a long absence. someone across the room hears me.) "Hey! Now Tea's back!"

"You always know so many weird facts. It's awesome."

"Your life is buckwild. I love hearing from you, I never know what you're going to tell me."

"You really struggle at this, but you still show up and you do it anyways with a smile."

"How does your brain move so fast? You always have the perfect response ready to go."

"You know, I don't think you should write your next presentation ahead of time. You're much more engaging and dynamic when you ad-lib. Sticking to the script seems to slow you down."

"You give really good talks. Have you thought about teaching?"

"I can really feel your passion when you talk."

"I love how every time I take you somewhere we have funny interactions with people."

[stil-lindigo]

the machine.

a comic about being a 'creator' online.

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[hypertechnica]

victim of foreshadowing