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[sonicman66]

DpxDc fic where Danny is just haunting the Bats and providing memes to the internet whilst being invisible

Because I read a fic ('the curious case of who lives in the walls' by RaccoonRobyn over on ao3) that has Danny chilling in the Wayne Manor's walls and commenting on the Wayne's habits and goings on and i just

Tl;dr danny has a twitter page where he invisibly follows the bats and documents their funny mistakes like a nature documentary.

One day a Gothamite spots a new twitter page on their feed. Its not got a lot of posts, but they're all pictures. And the first one is... Nightwing. Lying on the concrete, face-down, with another bat or bird very obviously laughing at him.

They think nothing of it. They compliment the photoshop for its realism, and move on. Except there's more pictures. All of them, every last one of them, has the Bats and Birds suffering from a trip, fall, a gaffe, a misstep, anything and everything.

And then they find a video

Its clearly a handheld or phone camera, pointed at Robin in an alleyway. Someone starts talking, in a very poor attempt at sounding like David Attenborough, narrating like a wildlife documentary. "Here we see the youngest of the Bat-brood partaking in one of its more private behaviors, unseen and unknown by its kin."

And Robin just. Steps further into the alleyway and gets swarmed by stray cats, all begging for food. He grins and starts feeding them, all whilst narration continues, talking about this like its an animal's behavior.

And they have more. So many more.

A video of Red Hood. He does a fancy gun twirl when nobody's around, bobbles it, and accidentally fires into the ground. He picks it up and acts like nothing happened. But the video sees all.

A video of Batman on a gargoyle on a skyscraper, with shaky footage from clearly around a corner, but on the same level. "Commentary on this specimen has been added in post, for reasons you will soon see. Batman, the patriarch of the Bat-Brood, is incredibly elusive to research, and for good reason." In the video, the camera jolts a little and Batman turns suddenly to the sound of rocks moving. The camera goes still, and Batman scans the area, seemingly seeing nothing. Then, his white eyes turn blue, and he looks directly into the camera. Footage ends.

The acc posts a screenshot of a dm that is very clearly an Oracle sockpuppet. She has sent something along the lines of 'how have you obtained this footage, this is dangerous,' etc etc. His response is 'i am in ur walls lol'

He is not aware of the level of Bat Paranoia this brings out.

[syztemerrxr]

Attention

this was an rp me and some friends did :3 IM SUPER HAPPY W THIS

trophy starts fitting in more because he realizes he doesnt have to be mean all the time? perposterous!

[tartppola]

waaaa yuuka 😭😭😭

[drawlody]

drawing Simon an Fionna on a date? If not it's cool. Just wondering.

*certified old man fucker*

[stillamarls]

Spy dropped off Scout at the doctors office and never came back for him afterwards. 💔 Now Scout has two brand new fabulous daddies 👨

[itsabouttimex2]

Dude Tang sanzang really sound like a gentle but also....ya know-

and maybe we could get a fic of him?I kinda curious actually-

Taken Aboard

Yandere Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong

(I’ve noticed recently that I enjoy writing yandere introduction fics- them meeting you. The content is a bit softer, but I enjoy establishing these things!)

You don't really want the shiny little key, no matter how important it looks. You just know that it's important. Made from polished silver and ending in many prongs, with a large gemstone set into the bulb... it was clearly valuable.

But you don't want it. Not the silver, not the jewel. You want what comes with taking it- a chase. And if these people didn't want to play your games, why would they come into your forest?

They’re only at the very entrance of the forest, where the trees are thinnest, but it’s still a foolish expedition that they’re surmounting.

There's easier ways to get through the area, after all. The forest is thick with trees and sharp vines, running with many rivers and populated by thousands of different animals. Clearly, these strangers are in no rush and have supplies to spare if they're traveling directly through instead of around.

So what's the harm in one little game?

You’ve learned all the creatures in this forest by heart- their scents and sounds and shapes, each palm-sized critter and earth-shaking beast impossibly dear to your heart.

Your hands; diminutive and deft, shift from tight skin to soft feathers. And as nail curves to talon, the bones of your fingers slide around your palm until they’ve diminished from five to four. In a sudden. startling flash of golden light does the rest of your form fall away.

As the aureate rays that wrap your body burn away from your reducing frame, the new truth of your body becomes clear- you’ve taken the form of a diminutive songbird. Were it not for your green-flecked wings, you would be entirely indistinguishable as a demon by the eye alone.

There’s just enough wind filtering through the dense forest to aid your feathers, sending your small form skyward.

You gather speed by twisting around clustered branches and thick tree trunks, breaking through a canopy of foliage and soaring to the warm sky.

Wings close to your body, you zip overhead the group and unfurl them in what would be a grand display, had you a more imposing form.

Tucking your wings tight, you dive haphazardly, snatching the key from a very startled monk all dressed up in a fancy cossack with a jangly golden stick.

Prying the metal free from his fingers, you retreat to the denser woods, taking a moment to perch as he calls out indignantly for you to return.

But you don’t even have time to gloat to yourself before a multicolored hawk comes at you, red and blue and ginger feathering.

Barely you manage to dodge, watching the bird soar past. The wind left in it’s blazing wake is so fast that your feathers are nearly torn out by their quills.

It rounds sharply, lurching at you again, only missing when you drop from the branch and dip towards the ground. The hawk turns and dives, losing you as you loop a low-hanging branch. It curves the bend with you, only inches away. Through the leaves, it misses by a hairsbreadth, mistaking a browning leaf for your insignificant form. Over the river your shadows startle the koi, causing them to retreat to the muddy depths. All across and through the forest are you hounded, slowly falling closer to the talons of the glorious hawk.

And you finally slip, diving too slow to avoid the clutch of avian claws.

But cold keratin is not what cages you.

Furry fingers tightly enfold your fragile form, stuck fast between the palms of the Monkey King.

He drops from the sky with some measure of grace, tail swaying in glee born of victory.

Exhausted from the chase, you concede defeat in the form of birdsong, melodically peeping and chirping to the simian from the cage his hands form.

Sun Wukong pauses at your display of surrender. It’s not often that a demonic enemy accepts being beaten. He carefully opens his hands to view you- and, to his disbelief, you hop onto the pointer finger of his right hand, holding the little key in your beak.

“You’re a funny little demon, aren’t you? So cute, but so darn troublesome… here, give me that.”

You don’t protest or fight as he snatches the jeweled key, stuffing the metal into his pocket.

“Wukong! Wukong, don’t hurt them!” Says a worried voice from just a few paces away, clearly out of breath from running. “Wukong do not make me recite the… sutra?”

His voice trails away at the sight of you, cupped in the simian’s ginger-furred hands.

“…they aren’t running, Master. They just… gave me the key after I caught them.”

The monk approaches slowly, then takes you into his gentle hands, a note of pity in his contemplative eyes. One soft finger brushes against the green spots that speckle your quills.

“Demon, I kindly ask you- reveal to me your name and form.”

With a giggling peep, you do as asked and immediately return to your true form- in his palms.

Tang Sanzang gasps from the sudden shift in weight, pulled to the ground before he can right himself. You giggle again, sprawled half on his lap and half on the dirt. And Sun Wukong laughs too, enjoying a moment of indignity from his oft-stoic master.

There’s a flash of irritation that fades the second the monk gets a good look at you- gods, you’re only a child. And so thoroughly ragged too. Mud and leaves in your never-cut hair, your fingernails chipped and uneven. Shredded clothing and no shoes.

“Have you been out here long, little one? In the forest, all on your lonesome?” Pity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. “When was the last time you had a meal? A drink? Come, quench yourself with my canteen,” he commands, lifting the fur-wrapped metal to your lips.

“They’re not a baby,” Wukong argues, tapping one clawed finger against your nose. “And don’t act like they’re harmless, Master.”

You pull away from the canteen after a long sip, sticking your tongue out at him. “No one asked you, Hóutóu!”

“Are you getting cheeky with Sun Yéyé? Maybe I should chase you all around your own home again, brat!”

Tang Sanzang sighs, not cutting into the squabble. Petty arguing was better than outright violence, and neither of you seemed all too serious about the verbal spat.

All he can really do is change the subject.

“I can hardly leave a little one all alone out here- even in the forest, it must grow cold at night. Come, you may rest in my tent when the sun falls. Then we shall find your parents, and-“

“Nope!”

“…excuse me? ‘N-no’, little one? You mustn’t joke with me like that-“

“I’m not joking,” you cheerily and confidently respond. “This whole forest is my home! And I don’t have parents, anyways! I was born from a fallen peach tree!”

That didn’t sound… too implausible, honestly. Strange things gave birth to demons, after all. Rocks, in Wukong’s own case.

But, even if you were a demon born of nature and the wilds…

Wouldn’t it be horribly cruel to leave a child out here, all alone?

You were small enough to still fit in his lap, small enough that you only came to Wukong’s hip even when you stood on your toes.

A child. Gods, how could you have survived on your own for so long? Demon or not, you were a child. Gods above, he couldn’t leave you here.

It couldn’t be that you’d leave easily. You had just declared that this forest was your home. And with the powers and skills you had, simple force wouldn’t be enough.

He… had some praying to do. To Guanyin, and to another blessed length of golden metal.

You would not be staying here a night longer.

[archivist-the-knight]

its fucked up what they're doing to minecraft roleplayers. i'd be crying if they did that to me too.

[djarinsyndulla]

the same people upset and making angry threads and posts about qimir/osha being “toxic and abusive” and how they’re quitting the acolyte after this episode also happen to be wolfwren shippers. So I’m not really taking yall serious

I also don’t understand bringing up Reylo when Qimir and Osha definitely have a different dynamic too, even if it’s possibly enemies to lovers. It’s definitely not the same and also 10000% more intriguing and just better overall so.

[parasocialcelebritycrush]

t4t team up of the century

[46hasu]

Deadbeat moms of Hoyoverse rise up

[adagiorii]

Nekodu's diet consists primarily of Ucal chocolate milk

[voidfilledrevenant]

HAUNTING HEROES GUESS THE ARTIST PIECES!!

(i currently do not have spoons for alt text, I'm sorry)

POKEMON:

MY LITTLE PONY FRIENDSHIP VIGILANTISM IS MAGIC

BONUS CONTENT:

AND

THE IMAGE FROM THE BONUS CONTENT

[greeen-bean]

One day I will have the words to explain what this scene means for me. But until then almost I will say is this:

As an ace/probably aro spec person, having Charles reply to a romantic love confession with "I love you, it does not matter to me how, or in what way, but i love you, and and I will do everything for you because of that love." Was everything I ever needed

[ask-gorgonzolatheclown]

Has Bruno ever gotten clingy with any of you guys? He seems to like attention.

Peppino: He's clingy in the sense whenever you keep looking longingly into the fridge at some leftovers!

Gus: Ah here we go. See Brick? I told you we could've slept in this morning. I felt a tangent in the air whenever I woke up~

Peppino: Oh zip it! The only sort of actual emotion that thing has for anything that isn't itself is for Zola, which, I don't know why, honestly I'm surprised he didn't eat him on sight like a free sample on a toothpick! I wouldn't be shocked if it was some sick game to just butter him up and then bite his head off!

Gus: I think he can be friendly. He's really nice when you get to know him. Maybe Gorgonzola just... was kind to him? Something you could try.

Peppino: You're right Gustavo, how could I have been so blind!? I should have just been nice to my demonic doppelganger that tried to kill me twice and then some. Maybe he wants a hug? (scoffs) He'd hug me with his teeth, probably! Unless you've forgotten the feeling is completely mutual with the freak!

c-crack

Gus: How so?

Peppino: What the hell do you mean how so!?

crunch

Gus: I've never seen him do anything to you after the tower aside from reacting out of fear. I think you're-

Brick:

Gustavo:

Peppino:

Peppino: Gustavo. When I have a heart attack. Do not revive me.

[thewickedlorchqueen]

Personally I hope in the future victims have an easier time coming out against their attackers without said attackers audience moving the goal post or trying to deny what happened to them because their a fan of a mid level youtuber.

[queerandcartoons]

so it's this story about these children growing up in a world where they have to repeat their parents' lives under the threat of non-existence. There are families lumped together in different stories, with archetypical roles like "hero", "villain", etc. There is this milestone celebration held by the boarding school they go to, where the children sign this magical book as a contractual agreement to act out their destiny. The story focuses on this one protagonist whose mother is known as having the most evil role and even tried to take other people's roles and destroy everything, but she was imprisoned. And the girl doesn't want to be like her mother at all and hates the idea of destiny and wants free will. Contrasting that, the second protagonist is the damsel/hero of the same story, whose role and family is beloved by everyone in their world, and she's terrified of not having that destiny because it brings her comfort and security knowing that she's going to be okay in the end. These two characters are roommates and represent the two themes and arguments of the show and book series, which center themes of identity in yourself vs how people see you, being "good" vs being "evil", and -of course- the main theme of free will vs destiny. There are even lots of other characters that showcase things like forbidden love across stories/destiny, possibly losing everyone in your story and becoming slowly disillusioned with it, and wanting a better story but being unable to have one so you devote everything to what you have despite it being tragic. The bad guy is general "society", and represented mostly by the headmaster whose family destiny revolves around keeping the stories going and everything in line- oh what's it called? oh, ever after high. yes mattel's children's fairytale tv show. yes, the brightly colored princess fashion show. yes, it was just meant to sell dolls. how's it end? well, um...