#Eventual death

[coffee-scrub]

Mia would have some choice words on Phoenix’s taste in men

Bonus:

[bigfatbreak]

dad villain au: did emilie just. not consider at all that adrien was literally dying at the time. wow

she's in the habit of deciding when Adrien's suffering is acceptable, and if it is, she'll just fix it later.

[bamsara]

probably a bit difficult to get dried blood out of wool

[bluerosefox]

Her Astrophel and Sterling

hmmm

Hmmmmmmmm

You know what.

You know those AU's where the Batfam finds or learns about either hidden or thought to be dead Al Ghul Danny! with a deaged/daughter Dani (Ellie) (I should know, I created a few of those storylines) but what if, now hear me out, what if instead of them finding Danny first its Talia.

Do I want Talia discovering her thought to be dead son to be alive? Yes. Do I want her to find him while investigating Amity Park when the League gets reports of 'Lazarus creatures/water'? Yes.

DO I WANT HER TO KNOCK ON THE FENTON'S DOOR, fully ready to pretend/honey talk her way into the house to uncover what the Fenton's know, ONLY TO MEET A LITTLE ELLIE?!

YES.

Ellie whose eyes and hair look like a copy of her Beloved but she can see bits and pieces of herself as well. Talia knows the child in front of her was not fully her's though but everything makes sense when she hears a voice, a voice she hasn't heard in ages but as a mother just knows, speak out.

"Ellie! I thought I said do not answer the door my Sterling."

"But Daddy, yous was busy fighting the hotdoggys!"

Talia's eyes widen when she finally catches sight of familiar black hair and blue eyes.

and she could only lightly whisper a old nickname she hasn't dared uttered in ages, a name she secretly gave her son due to his love of the stars "Astrophel..."

[lonesomenecromancer]

behold

(acherontia atropos)

[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.

[demonic0angel]

DC x DP Prompt: One would think that Danny, being the king of all ghosts, didn't have to answer to anyone. This is false. He answers to Death of The Endless. She terrifies him.

Phantom ducked his head in a bow. “Hello, my lady.”

The young teenage girl across from him smiled softly. “Call me Death, remember? No need for all of the honorifics.”

Phantom didn’t say a word, but his hands clutched as he politely nodded. Batman and the Justice League stared at him, slightly confused. The woman, Death, looked at them next and she waved a little. “Hello. Thank you for taking care of Phantom for me.”

Superman answered, “Of course. He has been a great help and a good friend to all of us.”

Death beamed. Nothing about her seemed frightening, but Phantom trembled faintly as she turned away from him.

After a little more small talk between Death and Superman, she eventually faced Phantom again. “I’ll be leaving now, Phantom. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”

“I’m fine,” Phantom said softly. He looked at her then, with wide eyes. “But— when can I—”

She frowned slightly, but her eyes were full of sympathy and sorrowful affection. “I’m sorry, you know what your destiny is. Until then, I can’t do anything. I know it’s hard, Phantom, but I promise you’ll be okay.”

Phantom visibly deflated from her statement and Death placed a hand on his shoulder. The Justice League immediately tensed, not knowing what to do as Phantom had no reaction, except his flickering eyes as he looked at his feet.

“Goodbye now, Phantom. I’ll see you again soon.” Then she disappeared.

Superman approached and the Justice League checked over Phantom, who was silent and miserable-looking as he allowed them to inspect his condition.

“You are frightened of her,” Wonder Woman observed. “Why is that? Are you afraid of her killing you?”

Phantom shook his head. His eyes were downcast, and his starry freckles seemed dim.

“I’m not afraid of her killing me. I’m afraid of the opposite…. I’m afraid that she’ll keep me alive.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[yeehawpim]

someday I'll see all the levels 😞

[0vergrowngraveyard]

desperation

[oshikiri-toru]

I'm a strong believer in Soap & Ghost not wanting kids and not really caring to "start a family," but I do love the idea of them taking in the older neighborhood kids.

They don't foster or adopt, too lazy to jump through all the legal hoops and unending paperwork, but they'll have the troubled children on the block come in for dinner almost every night. Kids whose parents couldn't give a damn about them, already gave up on them, or are too tired to actually parent.

They let them help with house work and pay them so they know what it's like to earn instead of steal, they'll invite them to parties to know what it's like to have community, and they'll show up to their games or plays to let them know someone will always be proud.

Teens are always in and out of their houses, knowing it's always a soft place to land, knowing Soap and Ghost don't already see them as lost causes. Knowing if they have a bad trip or get badly hurt that they won't get in trouble or screamed at, they'll get help.

It helps that they both understand the kids, lost and alone in a world that doesn't give a damn. Sometimes they have heart-to-hearts, let the kids cry until they can't anymore. Other times they teach them how to properly swing at a punching bag to healthily release their anger. Occasionally they'll actually fight the kids just to show them they aren't as tough as they think before teaching them better ways to settle conflict.

Most importantly, they show the kids that no matter how fucked up your life is, how hard things get, or how much it feels like it's all ending, it'll always end up okay. They'll grow up, make a life for themselves, find people who care about them, and can help make the world a better place so the next generations of kids will feel a little less like they did.

They'll never have kids of their own, but they sure as hell look out for the kids in their lives.

[babykittenteach]

--if they don't take their rings off first.

[numbuh424]

@nearsbday : DAY 2 - "MEMORY"

Near through the years 🧩

[leafyeyes417]

Okay so I absolutely do hate the Joker but this popped in my head and won’t leave so *throws at your face like a wad of paper and runs*

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Danny had decided to visit Jazz in Gotham. He had tried to convince her to go somewhere else but she had been too stubborn. He dejectedly got off the bus with his bags and looked around.

His scowl got even deeper. How could Jazz stand this place?! There were way too many shades everywhere, the ecto in the air tasted funky from all the chemicals, and just standing there he could feel someone dying in the near vicinity.

Shaking his head he followed directions to Jazz’s apartment. He had only gotten a short way there when someone swore and yelled out “Joker attack nearby!” and people scrambled to go hunker down. Closing his eyes briefly Danny dropped his head, took a deep breath, before he straightened and started moving faster.

He wasn’t surprised (due his normal luck) when he turned a corner and there was the infamous rouge himself facing the Bats. He was about to turn back when he froze. Being a halfa, and the Ghost King no less, he was able to see a lot of things others couldn’t.

The first thing he noticed; the Joker was not alive. Danny wouldn’t call him a ghost but he was a being under his rule. Then there was the fact that the Joker was not doing anything of his free will. He was absolutely chained like a puppet in a multitude of curses.

He swore under his breath. This had now become his problem.

[thebrainrotsreal]

I demand an AU where Laios' leg gets fucking crunched during the Red Dragon Battle (re-attachment impossible), and Marcille practices the whole necro-magic first by givin' him a new leg! With Red Dragon Blood/Flesh, he also gets put under the same command as Falin, except since it's only a leg, the curse slowly becomes more and more powerful until the eventual transformation above!!! :D AKA Ah Fuck, Took Too Long Overthrowing the Dungeon Lord, Get Monster'd. Lion + Red Dragon, because I like it. Laios would think it's cool, too, so there. The trade of Cool Monster is Sense of Self / Consciousness eroding into nothing (monster body, monster brain), though, so he's basically on an extra timer to stop/overthrow the Dungeon Lord, or experience a kind of death of sorts. Random idea I had to get outta my head, y'know?

[starsonablackboard]

some cotl sketches of me trying to find the lamb in my style and get used to drawing them. overall im pleased!

also a (very wordy) list of random headcanons if you're interested

im quite late to fandom so none of those are particularly original but hey, all in good fun

• the lamb was born after the start of the sheep genocide. they feel quite young to me (and pretty much every plot important npc calls them some versions of a "child" at one point or another. granted, most of these npc's are centuries old gods bUT----) and it would've taken a good lot of years to wipe out an entire species, especially one as prolific as sheep. living in constant awareness alertness mistrust and dread did a number on their psyche. i picture them generally pretty apathetic and passive, yet perseverent and focused on survival. at least before their first death

• the lamb was malnourished and all in all weakened when they were killed. not like they've ever had the opportunity to consistently eat and sleep well, but also i don't think the cultists troubled themselves much with basic needs of soon-to-be dead lamb. so the lamb sickly thin and their fur is brittle and overall they do not look good. of course the red crown gives them strengths and stamina far beyond any ordinary mortal's, but their body still locks in in this state (the lack of need in food or sleep also affects this)

• their eyesight gradually goes to shit, because this much eyebleeding isn't good for you, surprisingly enough. it distorts and weakens their sclera so they slowly become more and more farsighted. at first it wasn't a problem since every time they die their body returns to its basic state, but the more time passes and the better they become the less they die, and it's good, but it also makes the affects of any injuries more and more permanent. the red crown sometimes transforms into glasses, but only when the lamb are on the cult's grounds and preferably alone. in crusades they rely on their experience, skill and of course magic. and their eyesight isn't so bad that they can't see a sword in front of their face. not yet, at least

• the scar encircling their neck is the only one that doesn't go away with dying, since it is how they appeared before narinder for the first time. they cover it with the bell choker and do not like touching in this area since the scar tissue messed with its sensitivity, making it practically nonexistent, and it feels weird and unsafe

• their nails became claws after the resurrection, not because it makes any sense but just because i think it looks cool

• they are really really tired of washing the blood off their face