#;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.

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

[ladiablesse]

i genuinely don’t think the haitians eating pets lie is something that should be laughed off bc the rhetoric literally rooted in some of the worst acts of colonial violence known to man but i just know liberals are going to try and meme it away. this isn’t a funny haha republicans are so stupid thing this is a hey they are trying to justify a resurgence of specific atrocities against this specific group of people

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Into the pit? More like into the daddy issues

[purrpl-png]

bro is NOT best dad

[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

[bluerosefox]

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.

creative notes:

[onippep]

*Rose taunt intensifies*

(...Hold on.)

(Let's test something.)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanny gets her sleepy FNAF guys mixed up,,

[hypertechnica]

victim of foreshadowing

[petite-phthora]

Dp x Dc prompt #4

After discovering weird energy readings coming from the Pit located underneath Gotham, Batman decides to check it out.

Arriving at the scene with Robin, the first thing they notice is not any escaped Arkham rogue or Assassin from the League like they had been expecting.

No, instead, next to the pit sits a random exhausted-looking guy. Next to him are studying materials which he seems to be working on, and he’s also holding a straw that’s dipped straight into the Pit, occasionally taking a sip.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Mote in your brother's eye (dp x dc)

Danyal Al Ghul was born part of a set. Twins were a blessing he’d heard people say, but Mother’s face said otherwise. And Danyal had started seeing why when he turned four. When their instructors started praising one over the other, favouring, comparing one against the other.

It hadn’t stopped there. As they grew, it seemed everyone had decided one twin was superior to the other and though Danyal knew it wasn’t true, and he knew it wasn’t fair, it seemed nobody cared. Damian and him tried, they really did, but there was nothing to do about it and the Twins turned into the Heir and the Spare.

And when one night, Mother’s spymaster came to report that Ra’s was looking for the spare, Danyal knew it was over. Mother was a flurry of controlled movement, and his own mind was whirling at breakneck speeds, but Damian was calm. And that broke Danyal’s heart.

"Put this on," Mother said, handing them identical robes. Danyal and Damian were always given different sets of clothes, to make them easily distinguishable. It seemed Mother was banking on their identical features for additional protection. 

Danyal put it on, and Damian followed, albeit more slowly. 

"Grandfather is only looking for one of us,". his twin said calmly.

"Damian," Mother said warningly.

"Mother, there is no choice, we hav-"

"I will not hear of it," she interrupted Damian ferociously. "Now, follow me."

Dayal looked to his twin’s hard features and pale face and his eyes began to burn. It wasn’t fair.

They followed after their mother’s, silent footsteps in the high hallways.

"We will not make it out," Damian said quietly to himself, "not like this."

Danyal took a deep, steadying breath, painfully aware his twin was right. 

"Damian," he started and his twin turned to him to raise an imperious eyebrow. "Damian, I’m sorry."

His twin scoffed and turned away, hurrying towards their mother who was opening up a corner of the wall, which she had told them held a passageway leading to the outside of the compound.

"Quick," Mother said and gestured towards the hole in the wall. 

Damian went in first, looking like he wanted to grumble but was too well-trained to do so.

Once he had disappeared into the darkness, Mother looked over at Danyal. But he did not move.

"Danyal," she started.

"Mother," he said and stared back and he saw the understanding in her eyes. Her eyes flashed.

"I will go," she said.

"You cannot."

"Danyal-"

"There is no time to argue," he said. "Grandfather is not a patient man."

She held his gaze for a second longer, before her shoulder lowered. She reached for Danyal’s nape and brought him in close to kiss his forehead.

"Be quick, dearest," she said as she stroked his hair. "Make me proud."

"I will," Danyal promised. He gave her a fragile smile. "Tell Damian I love him.’

"I will," she swore and then she was gone.

As Danyal walked towards his Grandfather’s quarters, there were people stepping out of his way in the halls. The boy ignored the stares as he fixed his eyes into the distance, his chin up and proud. 

He arrived in front of his Grandfather’s intricately ornamented doors much sooner than he would’ve hoped and was let in immediately.

Grandfather was standing, his back to the door, standing in front of a desk.

"I had begun to believe you would not show, child" Grandfather said.

Danyal bowed his head deferential and did not answer.

"You are not a coward at the very least," the man said as he turned back, his piercing stare settling on Danyal. The latter had to stifle the urge to flinch.

Grandfather then turned back towards the table to grab a dagger off the desk and at this, Danyal stepped back, his own hand going to his knife.

The man smirked, seemingly amused. "Do you believe I will kill you?"

His hand still over his knife, Danyal shrugged carefully. "I do not know what to believe."

Grandfather let out a chuckle and then he moved and Danyal reacted, his hand going for his knife and in the same movement towards Grandfather’s neck when he was stopped dead by his grandfather’s dagger in his gut.

A pained grunt escaped him and he struggled to stay to his feet, but he was already unbalanced from the attack and he crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain as the dagger buried itself deeper.

"What a waste," Grandfather’s voice cut through the haze of pain. "You were a disappointment to the end, Damian."

"Get him out of my sight," was the last Danyal heard of it before he was lost to oblivion.