#[i was delighted by this prompt ^^]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they licensed his ass

my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 331

Demon twins? Demon twins. 

Damian? Good at the assassin side of things, at least for a four year old, but Danyal? He’s okay, but he’s far better at things like poisons and bookkeeping. Which is honestly? Okay. They’re the League of Shadows, and sure a majority of the members are assassins, but it’s definitely not all there are. So? Danyal starts getting medical training. 

Not to say that either of the boys don’t know their fair share of violence and healing- it’s just better to let them play to their strengths. One doesn’t keep a league over centuries if they just have one type of warrior, or even just warriors. A variety is needed. 

So one gets trained more towards the business side of things. Damian may be better at wielding the weapons and killing- even if neither have had their first kill quite yet- but Danyal shows far more proficiency at acting, at masking who he is and gathering information. 

Damian, when he’s first sent to their Father, doesn’t mention his twin. Not because he’s jealous or hates him or anything like that. You just don’t talk about someone in an undercover mission in the League, and it’s not something he realizes isn’t a rule everywhere. 

Needless to say, the Bats have more than a mild freakout the first time Damian mentions a twin who will be coming to the manor now that his mission is over. 

[littlemoonglow]

Warning: Long post?

—

Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.

(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)

It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.

He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running. 

He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.

It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.

(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)

(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)

—

Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance. 

Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.

He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.

—

He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.

His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).

He always looked slightly on fire?

(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)

(He know he died in an explosion but really?)

And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?

It looked really nice.

But on the other hand…

It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.

And—

(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)

He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).

And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.

(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)

—

Being a ghost had a lotta perks.

Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.

But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.

He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.

But now he’s starting to… have fun.

He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands. 

(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)

That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.

(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)

Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.

(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)

—

(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)

(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)

—

One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.

(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)

But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters. 

(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)

He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.

—

(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)

(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)

(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)

(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)

(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)

(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.) 

(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)

(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)

—

(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)

(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)

(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)

—

(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)

He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.

(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)

(They know. Oh, they know.)

(It didn’t go well.)

(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)

It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.

(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.) 

What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.

(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)

(Danny—)

He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green. 

(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)

Jason felt something in him... snap.

(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.) 

His mouth opened—

(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthroughtthe mask—) 

(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)

(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)

(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)

— and wailed.

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I am genuinely delighted that my last post got that much attention! Thank you so much, to all who liked, rebblogged and commented, it really does mean the most. 💕

This AU may be continued? No guarantees, tho.

For those interested: Part 01

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[jesncin]

Martian Fam as PIKMIN and Captain lil' space guy! Epic donation once again by the legendary @lilith-sd for @dcforgaza! I always wanted to draw J'onn as Captain Olimar with his fam (Ma'alefa'ak, M'gann, and K'hym) as pikmin so this was healing to draw.

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[tomaturtles]

Kawoshin Week Day 4: Spinoffs! (+ Inhuman Kaworu?)

The other angels in Campus Apocalypse have wings... It only makes sense that Kaworu would have them too <3

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Instead of coming back as a crime lord, Jason pretends to be a vengeful revenant, haunting Gotham criminals and the batfamily.

This has… consequences.

[itischeese]

He's so small when you put him up against all he's lost.... Happy (late) birthday, Kakashi!

[fuumiku]

Day 18: animals

Buddy asked me hey does vampire Chilchuck have a bat design and I was like 🤨 wtf do you mean, it's a bat. Then I farted out a doodle and immediately fell in love. This hits the same ugly-cute appeal for me as yokais lmaoo like this is why I love imagining Chilchuck as an azuki arai do you see!! God this is so stupid. I love him

Set in the marchil vampire au kinda... The timeline where one day she turns around and the poor cute helpless wildlife aka injured bat she took in from a dirty street corner became a really short old man vampire with a headache on her couch who’s married and has many many children- Who he stubbornly simply did not want to call and request help from. He was just conked out and dangerously dehydrated after getting hungover actually. Hey, it happens! It's not his fault!! He's really responsible!!!

[arsenicpanda]

Someone needs to tell Bob that the "good" days where he feels invincible aren't good at all and he needs to get on a mood stabilizer asap

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 187

Clockwork would openly admit that he couldn’t see Danny’s timelines. Not since the moment he stepped into that portal and became something more. A child of Infinity, of the very Realms itself. 

But he’ll also admit that it always meant that the child surprised him all the time. This just happened to be a startling surprise, and an admittedly amusing one, even if Danny was openly complaining about the situation. 

“It’s not fair! You have to be able to fix this, right? Right?!” the ghostling, quite literally now, practically yanked at his cloak. “Clockwork, I was going to graduate, I can’t be two! Please, you’re the master of Time, you can fix this right!?” 

No, no he could not, seeing as young Daniel was in fact, immune to timeline machinations, doubly so for his own. To the ghostling’s open distress, which he did his best to soothe. What he could do instead, was stop time in his home dimension, and instead let him age back up again. 

Which the young halfa wasn’t happy about, but it was the best thing they had, so Clockwork supposed he had a ghostling now. A tiny adorable ghostling who kept pouting each time his much younger body had any sort of effect on his behavior. 

He’d never exactly had a ghostling before, nevermind one who was part human, but he would admit he honestly was enjoying it. Most time was spent alone, something he hadn’t realized until Danny ended up crashing into his unlife. 

Honestly he would openly admit that he absolutely adored his little ghostling. Who was now around four, at least physically, and had gotten into the adorable habit of curling up in the pendulum in his chest. Which was honestly the safest spot in Long Now, he’d admit. 

The singular issue however, with this habit, was that when someone attempted to summon him, they got his ghostling as well. And well, normally he could very much control himself for these summonings that happened every few hundred or so years, but well. There was a reason why even the Observants had stopped popping in the moment they realized he had a ghostling. 

Nesting ghosts do not mess around should they feel one is messing with their very vulnerable child, and really it’s not his fault the mortal cultists woke up and startled Danny. Perhaps deleting them from the timeline was a bit too far, if the other mortals rapid paling was to go by, but oh well. 

[wanderingmaskdragons]

Supporter Prompt: Iced Coffee!

🧊☕️

[fanboyzuko]

As a LFT prompt, Zuko at the Great Divide, as either Prince Zuko or Hui the Scholar?

Countdown to LTF's return: 16 days!!

now get some great divide lore before we get it with the gaang ;3

“Hello, travelers. Are you here to cross the Great Divide?” the canyon guide asked cheerily. 

Their little group consisted of Chanda, Zuko, Amphon, and Takehiko. Although there was little Earth Army presence in the area, it was still considered enemy territory, so a combatant had to accompany them. And then since there was such a little Earth Army presence, Amphon and Chanda were permitted to join Zuko on this field trip. General Iroh still had Kavi grounded, or else he would have been there instead of Takehiko. He was probably more upset about Kavi being benched than Kavi was.

“Oh, maybe-”

“No,” Takehiko cut Zuko off. “He’s here to ask about spirits. And that’s it.”

Zuko glared at him sullenly, but Takehiko was unmoved. With a shrug, he gestured for Zuko to go ahead and ask his questions. 

The guide looked between them warily. “Um, what about the spirits?”

The standoff between Zuko and Takehiko lasted a moment more, then Zuko sighed heavily. He turned to the guide and forced a smile. By the end of his sentence, it was more genuine with his excitement. “I’m researching spirits. I’ve heard some mention of spirit activity in this canyon, but haven’t heard any concrete stories about them yet. Are there spirits in the Great Divide? What sort of spirits are they? Do they-”

Chanda clapped to get Zuko’s attention, then signed, “Let the poor woman answer a question before you ask more.”

Blushing bright red, Zuko bowed apologetically. “Sorry, I was a bit excited. But are there-”

“Hui, seriously, let her get a word in,” Amphon hissed, poking his back.

The guide, thankfully, had a good sense of humor and found Zuko’s rudeness amusing. She led them over to the small hut the canyon guides used as shelter between trips and offered them some tea. Takehiko looked tempted to stay outside, but Chanda shot him an unimpressed look. He was the chaperone, so he couldn’t dip out just because he didn’t want to sit through story time.

They settled around a small cooking fire with tea from the guide and snacks from their supplies. Zuko was nearly vibrating off his cushion by the time the guide smiled and answered his questions.

“There are indeed spirits in the canyon, but I wouldn’t advise trying to directly research them. They’re trickster spirits, you see. I’ve never encountered them, but my uncle has had a few run-ins over the years.”

“I heard people go missing in the Great Divide! Is it the spirits’ doing?”

The guide nodded solemnly. “Some legends say lost souls of the departed wander the canyon.”

“It’s haunted?!” Amphon squeaked, grabbing onto Chanda’s arm.

Biting back a laugh, Chanda patted Amphon’s arms hugging her. Honestly, she was too adorable sometimes.

Zuko wasn’t cowed. He crossed his arms and said, “But you just called them trickster spirits.”

The guide laughed. “Ah, sorry, sorry, I can’t help but share ghost stories over a fire. Yes, I did call them trickster spirits. Sometimes people hear voices of those they’ve lost, which led to the rumors of ghosts. But my uncle once followed those voices, and they led him straight into a canyon crawler nest.”

“How did he get out alive?” Amphon gasped.

“Pure luck and grit,” the guide said with a proud grin. “My uncle was a phenomenal earthbender back in the day. He’s learned his lesson now, though, and is careful to never put himself or others in such a situation.”

 Takehiko scoffed. “Sounds to me like people just lose their mind down there and get eaten by canyon crawlers.”

“Well, that’s possible too. Who’s to know!”

Zuko stood with a crazed look in his eyes. “I just need to get closer and-”

Chanda pulled him back down. 

“We’re not going into the canyon,” Takehiko said. “Actually, I changed my mind. I do believe in these stupid spirits now. Because Agni knows, if we went down there, they’d immediately lure your ass away and I’d be in deep shit with your uncle.” 

“Besides, I doubt these sorts of spirits would give you any guidance in finding the Avatar,” Chanda added, pulling her arm free enough from Amphon to sign. She didn’t know why Amphon was still frightened, but it wasn’t a hardship to allow her to keep hugging her. “We’ve learned about them, and now we know we don’t need to research them further.”

Zuko sighed heavily and crossed his arms. He didn’t outright pout, but the stubborn set of his jaw was essentially his version of pouting. 

Amphon hid a giggle in Chanda’s shoulder and Takehiko rolled his eyes.

The guide smiled at them. “Well, even if you’re not crossing, I recommend staying for the night. Sunset is a wonder to behold over the Great Divide!”

“Oh, can we stay for that, please?!” Amphon exclaimed, finally letting Chanda go to clasp her hands together and turn to Zuko pleadingly. “It’d be so romantic- for painting! Wouldn’t it be such a romantic setting to paint!”

Zuko raised his eyebrow. “With what painting supplies?”

Amphon smiled sheepishly. “Ah, well, I packed some, just in case… Since the Great Divide is said to be a natural wonder…”

“Kavi better be free to babysit next time,” Takehiko groaned as Zuko lit up and excitedly agreed to stay the night so they could paint the sunset.

Chanda snorted and signed to him, “Doubt it. Keep up the good work, babysitter.”

[clockwayswrites]

Danny/Jason, Delightful

@Lenacraft No Capes AU? At least for the Bats. For Danny… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jason kept the package under his coat as he walked, sheltering it from the drizzle of the dismal day. He hadn’t brought an umbrella, of course not. He had been sure that there had been one at the office but, well, it never seemed to be where he needed it, did it?

If he had been headed home he wouldn’t have minded getting damp. A warm shower and a hot cup of tea would fix him right up. Unfortunately, it was only the early afternoon and he had one final class ahead of him to teach. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too damp, the lecture halls in the old Humanities building could get frigid, and Alfred would be on his case if he caught another cold this fall.

It wasn’t Jason’s fault that the sick students always wanted to stand very close and talk very quietly about how they weren’t feeling well and might need to go home. Nor was it his fault that his years on the street before literally falling into Bruce’s path left him with a pitiful immune system.

Jason resolutely ignored the itch at the back of his throat.

(Maybe If he was lucky he still had a tea bag stashed in his desk’s drawer.)

(He wouldn’t be that lucky.)

The shop door pulled on a little string as it opened, setting off a cuckoo clock bird from where it sat above the door frame. It was a bright thing, painted a cheerful green with little yellow and red accents.

“Just a moment,” someone mumbled from deeper in the shop.

Jason wound his way through display cases of watches and grandfather clocks and hanging oddities till he made his way to the back of the overly full shop. A lithe figure was hunched over the wooden workbench, tools in hand. Idly, he chewed on his lips, bruising it lightly with sharp teeth as he twisted the tiny screwdriver with nimble fingers. He gave a little ‘ah-ha’ before sitting up and pushing the magnifying glasses up onto his head, sweeping the mass of black hair back with them. It gave a slightly startled look to his bright, bright blue eyes.

“Welcome to Clockwork’s, I’m Danny, how can I help you?”

From a little prompt ting I did.

Feel free to continue this one if you want!

[marlynnofmany]

Hey, look out behind you. Something's looming.

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

i love it when bad is very specifically a good roleplayer by giving other people good prompts. like casually bringing up wilbur now to tallulah. or when he put missa in the petting zoo. or all those times he Tormented the Lesbians so they could protect each other from him. its just so !!!! I love watching roleplayers be considerate of other roleplayers and gleefully hand over something they Know the other person's character can react to. i've seen cellbit do it, too (that time he handed his knife to bbh. oh my god). it's not a rare thing, and it's possible to be a good roleplayer without keeping that sort of considerate back and forth in mind, but its one of my favourite things to notice. foolish does it too, sometimes- i haven't watched him much, but i did take note of when he Made Sure to bring jaiden along with him on a cucurucho quest. and basically every interaction he had with bad when the eggs were missing. its just so so good

[mjn-air]