#(fight me)

[augustusmuw]

old arts cuz I not in home and can't draw rn 😕

They are so random lol

[edgxhhdj]

major unpopular opinion, mcyt edition

Unpopular opinion: ranchers is overatted

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

it's just a thing demons do sometimes

[katscythe]

Thisthisthisthisthis

Still not over how well characterized and balanced every character is portrayed in the Teen Titans 2003 series: every single Titan can be funny, dejected, serious, determined, silly, angry, optimistic, vulnerable and tough without major inconsistencies in their overall portrayals.

Huge props to the writers of that show who knew exactly how to give each Titan a realistic range of emotions without deviating away from their basic personalities--it's an extremely difficult feat to accomplish, depicting characters through many different phases and arcs while keeping them consistent, and they did it flawlessly.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[snufflesw]

Was it casual when you told her she was nothing like her mum after she risked her life to save yours and you believed she was a good person even when she couldn't?

[arandomao3user]

"Obvious Jason only has one-night stands" So, this is all theory in Damian's mind, and evidently Jason is actually aroace! WE WON, AROACE NATION!

(I'm delusion, someone help fuel the delusion.)

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Dating advice

Damian actually asked Tim for dating advice

Theyve come so fsr

[chippedshake]

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he says "soda. shoes."

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he says "what were you doing, walking by your lonesome?"

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he says "beer for breakfast? really?"

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he says "where's Superman?"

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he puts his all into the rumble for johnny

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he runs out of the house with three broken ribs

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", he stumbles forwards, about to fall if soda weren't to hold him back

steve randle doesn't say "i love you", but goddamn if he doesn't mean it

[chaoticas-hell]

Neil being demi is actually so important I will fight people on this. It fits his character so perfectly and I get upset when people erase his ace-ness just my demi king live his demi life

[gummywormsandkitkats]

Estrogen really does change everything-----

✧｡( ∩´ ᐜ `∩)♡✧*｡

[ghost-nyx]

*She heard his sobs and her heart broke. She had no idea what was going on in his head except the little glimpses her quintessence could pick up on. She had gathered that he felt like a failure and that he missed his mother, but she couldn’t fix that or replace her. Desperate and at a complete loss, she began to rock him gently and sing to him*

Let’s go in the garden, you’ll find something waiting

Right there where you left it, lying upside down

When you finally find it, you’ll see how it’s faded

The underside is lighter when you turn it around

Everything stays, right where you left it

Everything stays, but it’s still changes

Ever so slightly, daily and nightly

In little ways, when everything stays

*Tucked away in his room with that old human skin, leather bound book open on his dark oak desk stood Primo. He was going through the pages to try and find something to heal Apostle's heart. He refused to let the ghoul die or perish, no matter the cost and finally after searching for hours he was certain he'd found the right spell.*

*Primo recited the ancient language and felt air swirl around his bed chamber, his eyes glowing and the spell taking a smaller toll than normal and what he had anticipated... how odd. But what was more odd was the way that the room seemed to grow bigger... his desk suddenly looked tall and why did his hands look so small...? Primo stumbled with his now ridiculously large robe over to the floor length mirror and gasped, he looked... he was so little... Primo is a kid again.*

[lovelylulib]

You spend twenty years of your life hearing amazing stories about your father, wondering what he looks like, what physical traits of him you have, and suddenly, he's standing in front of you, and he's not just what you imagined, but so much more.

"So, do i look like him?"

I FINALLY listened The Ithaca saga and it was really good!

I just imagined Telemachus' reaction after waiting and wanting to see his father for so long... it must have been a big surprise!

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

Annabeth: *tries to sacrifice herself for Percy*

Percy:

Percy:

Percy: *jumps off the St. Louis Arch*

[mmmmmmeow]

the fact that dick sees him as a little brother is so heartwarming tbh (dick gave it to tim as robin) LIKE AWW this is the sibling dynamic i love tbh. like no they all don’t hate eachother they care for one another. idgaf if they get into arguments every two seconds they’re my babies

DCU Holiday Special (one shot)

[tired-twili]

That matching batman and hello kitty pj's but make it batcat

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

ouch :[