#((cinnamon roll needs it))

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[super-marvel-dc]

Soldier 1, talking about Ghost: I heard he's horrible.

Soldier 2: Yeah, dude probably has an iceberg for a heart.

Soldier 1: Prob- wait, where's Y/N?

*Meanwhile, in the other room*

Y/N: Hold still!

Ghost: I had an itch!

Y/N, putting stickers on Ghosts mask: I don't care, you're going to mess me up.

Ghost: *Rolls his eyes but let's Y/N continue while he's smiling behind his mask.*

Y/N: *Puts a gold star on Ghost* there. Perfect, just like you.

Ghost, tearing up: Thank you.

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

The people of Gotham both fear and revere The Signal. As they do the rest of the Batfam but for Signal it's a bit different.

For starters, he's the only daytime hero. The other Bats usually only come out at night when the city is quieter. And while it's far from asleep, they prioritize stopping the numerous crimes that occur in the shadows. Civilian interactions far and few. Most pictures of them online seemed more like cryptid sightings than heroes soaring through Gotham skies.

The Signal on the other hand was the people's Bat. They got to see him soar through the sky, or ride his bike in all his golden glory. He gave autographs, took photos, and joined them on their daily commutes. He was a regular at mom-and-pop shops, made sure the troubled kids made it to school, and checked in on the sick and elderly. And while he did work with them when necessary, he mostly liked to fuck with the police, like a true Gothamite would.

All in all, he was the sweet sunshine that Gotham needed. He was far more human than the others. Not that he was human, oh heck no! NONE of the bats were human! But it felt that way. Until you were reminded that he was INDEED a Bat.

The way he merged and appeared out of the shadows despite his bright yellow suit, and moved without a sound. He knew about people and things before they happened. And had an intelligence that was absolutely terrifying when thought about. And the way he took care of crimes?

The Signal is cold, borderline brutal, and efficient (with commentary that leaves you agape and a chill down your spine) when dealing with criminals. It was always jarring to witness the sudden change from Gotham's sunshine boy to stone-cold Bat, and back again. It almost gave you whiplash to realize that this was the vigilante that you were talking to about your puppies a few moments ago. And it really instilled the Fear™ that that bats were known for.

The other Bats were terrifying, shadowy demons that moved through the night. Stopping crime in the darkness. Gotham knew and appreciated this. But the Signal? He was the bright light at the end of the tunnel and the warmth of the brilliant sun. But he was also...

'Gotham's Darkest Angel'

[fox-guardian]

i hesitate to put sam in the category of "wet cat" kinda guy because he simply doesn't have that sort of vibe. i feel like scrunkly wet cat-ness requires a certain level of. idk defiance?? a lack of dignity?? that he doesn't really have. idk. like yes he's a little guy who hurt himself kicking a filing cabinet but like. he said "ow" out loud afterwards all sad like. he pouts and audibly gives people big sad puppy eyes like all the time. there's no loss of dignity if his whole thing is being a noodle-armed little baby foal guy and he knows it. he's not a wet cat he's like. a dry but cold puppy shivering sitting outside your door looking up at you all sad like. he know he's pitiful but he Also knows he's cute (at least a little bit)

[thedeerman]

this man straight up just trolls everyone he can reach 😩😩😩 if you see this, Amir, please fight me in a Denny’s parking lot.

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Charlie: What's up with Husk? He's been lying on the bar for over an hour

Vaggie: *unconcerned* He's just a little overwhelmed.

Charlie: Why?

Vaggie: Angel giggled

[tothestarsinvelaris]

I've seen so many smutty fanfics have Azriel use his shadows, but like where are the ones that have him use his siphon magic?

He can form so many useful shapes with them, I just think they would come in handy..

"Bind them," Cassian said to Azriel, who had already healed enough to summon his Siphons' power. Blue light speared from his brother, wrapping around the two males' wrists, their ankles, their mouths - and chained them together.

[biteyoubiteme]

MEOW MEOW STOOOOPPPP IM SO UNWELL HES PERFECT HES SO CUTE HE WANTS TO HAVE AN OFFICE ROMANCE WITH ME RAWWWRRRR IM GOING CRAZY

[crowlion]

Nia is so hot + my wife

[thiziri]

Uncle Tim 🥰💕

[romans-empire]

Just like how Chara is not really the "greatest person". Asriel is also not really the "greatest person".

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Lips of an Angel: Chaggie

Charlie: (flops face first onto the bar) UuuUUUuuUgGgGgggHh!!!

♦️Husker♣️: (mixes a Shirley Temple and slides the glass over to Charlie)

Charlie: (hand makes random grabby motions until she finds the drink and practically rips it off the counter so she can suck on the straw childishly)

Angel: What's got your panties in a twist?

Charlie: Thank you for not saying taco.

Angel: (shrugs) Meh. It's only funny to say that around Vags. But, seriously, what's with the theatrics?

Charlie: (whining groan) It's my and Vaggie's anniversary and I wanted to make it special by writing a song to sing to her, but I've been working on this for WEEKS and I can't think of anything!

♦️Husker♣️: (wide-eyed blink) Oh. Shit.

Angel: (sprays his drink all over the bar while coughing) Holy Fuck Biscuits, Charlie!!!

Cherry 🍒: I don't get it. What's the problem?

Charlie: (wails) Of all the things I can sing about, I should be able to write a full symphony about my own girlfriend!

Cherry 🍒: So? You literally had to worry about an Extermination-slash-war with Heaven and rebuilding the hotel. Just go online and find a song that matches how you feel.

Charlie: Isn't that a bit of a cop-out?

Cherry 🍒: Pshh! Hardly. (Pulls out her phone and pulls up a list of songs before tossing the device to Charlie) Here. Knock yourself out.

Charlie: Okay, if it's not really a cop-out, then I guess I can take a look. (Scrolls through the list before gasping with sparkles in her eyes) This one! This one's perfect!

Angel: What's that?

Charlie: Lips of an Angel! It's perfect! It covers Vaggie's angelic traits and how.... What's so funny?

♦️Husker♣️: (turning his back to the bar to hid his giggles by pretending to take inventory)

Angel: (snickering) I don't think that song means what you think it does, Toots.

Charlie: (cocks an eyebrow) What do you mean? (Reads from the lyrics while singing) 🎶"It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name. It sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words it makes me weak." 🎶

Cherry 🍒: (tamping down her snickers) I think what Angel's trying to say is that this is more of a rock ballad, not a cutsey musical. Not exactly something you tend to sing, babe.

Charlie: Oh... (kicked puppy face)

Cherry 🍒: (under her breath) Fucking Hell, how do you guys deal with this girl?

Angel & ♦️Husker♣️: (shrug)

Cherry 🍒: (sighs) Buuuuut, I think Vaggie might be into it. She seems like the type to like a good rock song about love.

Charlie: (eyes sparkling) Really?! You think so?!

Cherry 🍒: Uh... Yeah... But we're gonna have to change your outfit to match. You can't look like a 1930s businessman while singing rock, girlie.

Charlie: (blinks and stares at her suit) But... I don't know how to dress "rock".

Cherry 🍒: Oh, for fuck's sakes... Come on. (Grabs Charlie's arm and drags her away) I'm gonna get you punked out.

Charlie: *gasp* Yaaaaaaay!!!!

[abbyofthefirenation]

people really hate aang so much theyll go as far as minimising aangs grief and trauma over losing his entire race because they ‘weren’t his blood’ or minimise his pain and rage at losing appa because he was ‘just a pet.’ some of yall are actually fucking evil i swear

[blackberry-command-cap]

"I've only had Mitaka for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in the Hosnian system and then myself."

[andiinaraethtash]

Okay, but like. Real talk? I'm cute

No, I don't mean hot, or pretty, or attractive. I mean I am adorable. I do the cutest little things. I have conversations with people in my head and laugh out loud at their jokes. I sometimes narrate what I'm doing aloud with funny commentary. I say "oop," when I bump into things. I tell inanimate objects to stop what they're doing or to stay where they're at. If I'm reading and someone's expression is described, I'll mirror it. I dance around when cooking and sing off key when I'm cleaning. When a song I love comes on the radio, I sing-shout my favorite lines. I slip and stumble and immediately tell the world I am full of grace and poise. I love easily, smile frequently, and laugh a lot. Mostly at myself.

Because I'm quirky, and unique, and honestly? Yeah. I'm pretty cute

[brinleyparke]

Chris: I'm going to fight the next person who insults Street.

Street: I hate myself.

Chris: Alright, square up.