#Or: Don’t try this at home kids

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

[kizzer55555]

Ultimate Escape Room

Sam, Danny, and Tucker are bored. Nothing seems to be a challenge anymore. Summer vacation is coming up but they can’t agree on anything . Themepark? What’s a better roller coaster than Jack driving? Scary movie? I’m sorry, nothing beats Fright Knight’s nightmare realm. Bungie jumping? Danny can fly. Then Tucker, who’s been typing on his computer, asks “what about an escape room?”. The others are about to shut the idea down because seriously? Easy. But Tucker just grins and shows them his computer screen.

“Ever heard of Arkham?”

Danny and Sam lean over to read the description and all three turn to each other and grin. 

Now, what’s the fastest way to get into Arkham?

…

So the chaos trio do ✨something✨ that gets them locked up in Arkham and then try to escape and they keep. You know, normal stuff for Arkham inmates. Except this trio? Keep. Getting. Out. Of. Their. Cells. So they are just passing by locked up rogues and waving at them as an army of prison guards chase after them. Sure they could get out the easy way (Aka powers) but no, this is a challenge so they have the normal rules of an escape room. Aka, you can’t break anything and an extra rule where if a guard catches you, then you can’t fight back (also, no one can get hurt). (They make fake identities and everything). So they need to go through the whole process. Figure out how to unlock cuffs. Could be learning to pick a lock with a spoon/stick/long nails. Then find the keys. Possibly having to crawl through vents to get in the warden’s office. Or making deals with prison inmates. Like, I’ll get this for you if you give me that (however they extract a promise that the rogue can’t kill anyone with whatever they help them with.) So they are in prison literally doing errands like find freeze’s weapons in exchange for him telling them the passcode to the gate or something. Or getting Waylon some meat from the cafeteria and he’ll break the lock on this movable vault that has materials to make smoke bombs they can use to distract the front guards. 

These kids are just going wild and it gets to the point where Arkham has to call the bats (like no Waylon, we won’t escape with you, we have to do it without breaking any walls!) So literally the only reason they are not escaping is because they want to do it ‘right’. But they are also aiding other rogues in their escape (at least certain ones. They aren’t helping joker no matter what he offers)

It’s driving the bats mad. They have vigilantes stationed in each hall, in multiple monitor rooms.

They aren’t even using anything clever to block the cameras. They’re using mirrors. Mirrors! Where did they even get so many handheld mirrors! 

They are running circles around the bats. The escaped rogues literally aren’t doing anything yet because they want to see how the three hellions will escape the entire bat clan. They have bets going. So there is a temporary truce.

Just imagine the conversations/interrogations the bats will have with trio, trying to figure out their master plan - because surely there's something more going on than three chaos young adults playing a game, right?

They trio each have a different story. And they are so passionate/convincing actors that no one knows which story is real. At least one of them told a sob story with legitimate tears.

Danny: (all mysterious) You shall never know our master plan….until it is too late. And just casually dropping hints that there is something greater or that the bats are playing right into their hands. Even using ridiculous scenarios like yesss the ketchup explosion in the cafeteria….We are one step further….Mwa ha ha! (Rubs his hands together)

Sam: (absolutely distraught with literal tears running down her face and ruining her mascara.) There is a terrible organization holding their parents hostage. They had been framed and forced to be in Arkham. If they don’t do exactly as they are told, their loved ones are in danger! Should we stay? Should we escape and help them!? No one will believe us and what if we make things worse? We don’t know what to do!

Tucker: (takes a long slurp of a smoothie. Where he got one? No one knows). Yeah we were bored and had nothing better to do than mess with you guys. (Sluuuuurp).

The bats are trying to figure it out. Is the black haired guy telling the truth and the other two are just manipulating them? Is it the girl and the others are only following the plot of the organization? IS THE BARET KID RIGHT AND THEY’RE JUST MESSING WITH US!? WHICH STORY IS IT!?

Under normal circumstances, Sam wouldn’t give a sob story because It’s not really her vibe. But Sam has the opportunity to pull one over on a bat. Do you honestly think she won’t take a chance to mess with them? Also, Dick is the one who is interrogating Sam.

He’s crying too by the end of the story.

Poor guy, Sam will play his heart like a fiddle. 

Also, their fake identities are Jordan for Danny. Mortica for Sam (or Macey for short) and Phineas for Tucker. The fact that they are using fake identities is the only thing they all agree on in the interview. But the bats find nothing on them and the identities are so realistic they wonder if they are even fake at all. If the three are faking fake IDs to throw them off their tail from looking deeper. Apparently their ‘parents’ having a missing persons report.

Damian is interrogating Danny. It’s just so easy to rile him up and get under his skin. It’s absolute drama in that interrogation room. 

Danny: ah yessss. Master plan.

Damian: you shall never succeed! Justice shall prevail evil scum!

And Duke is interrogating Tucker. He just…has no idea how to respond to this. He wasn’t trained for this response. Hostile, yes. Mysterious, yes. Scared, yes. Civilian, yes. Even Flirtatious! YES! But not…this. What does he do? should he take out his note cards?

Also, I’m adding a mix of home alone elements to this. They have to get past the bats somehow and it can’t be lethal. Poor Jason and Steph who are patrolling the halls fall victim to most of this.

At one point, both of them are tied up together and hanging from the ceiling. While the trio just casually walk by under them. 

It’s dental floss. Really strong dental floss.

Then the bats start taking sides. 

Jason? once he hears Sam's story, he's immediately willing to help her. He and Dick are searching for that missing person's report almost religiously.

Tim believes Danny's story. part of it is because it makes the most sense, and the other part is that he's slightly biased from becoming an evil megalomaniac in every timeline he's seen so he's subconsciously trying to stop that from happening here.

Cass believes Tucker because come on, it's Cass.

Steph is siding with Tim because her father was cluemaster so same reasons.

Bruce is trying to fact check all of them and is failing desperately.

Sam added some ‘clues’ in her interrogation and basically threw the GIW under the bus as the organization. So the bats do find a shady organization but so far no missing persons so the other bats still don’t know if what Sam is saying is true or not while Dick takes this as absolute proof and Jason feels like it doesn’t matter if she’s telling the truth at this point. It’s a corrupt organization. So he’ll still blow it up.

I think in this AU, the GIW isn’t a threat and more of an annoyance so Sam just plays them up as even worse. Like, she doesn’t say anything untrue just makes it sound worse out of context. Oh yeah, they opened fire on this random kid. (Gregory when they thought he was phantom) Oh yes, they have destroyed Danny’s house at one point. (The prank war with Vlad) Yes, the have an unhealthy obsession with dissecting people. (Even though they are too incompetent to actually catch anyone).

So again, they don’t know if Sam is telling the truth of the organization or they just used this random organization to draw their attention away from the three’s plans (as Danny implied). Possibly an enemy organization or a competitor.

I know everyone makes the GIW a big threat but I decided to change it up. They aren’t a threat but still get obliterated by a pissed off Red Hood and Nightwing.

And that’s  another reason why Sam gives the sob story. Danny and Tucker are great but they wouldn’t actually sick a crime lord on the GIW. Sam? Absolutely would. She does not care what happens to them. They tore up her garden one time with a stray shot. She wants revenge. And sure, she didn’t actually know what would happen to them after the bats find out but she still doesn’t care.

And through all of this, the rogues are sitting back and eating popcorn while Joker screams bloody murder from his cell. 

[sgt-tombstone]

okay wait hear me out: Soap with a shaved asshole

BUT (wait, listen, hear me out)

Ghost is the one who shaves him, and he does it with a straight razor

semi-regularly, Johnny finds himself face down in a pillow, his ass in the air trying to stay as still as possible while Simon spreads his cheeks, lathering shaving cream in his ass crack, the knife-sharp edge of the razor pressed against his sensitive skin, hands holding the skin taut to avoid cutting him, giving him the smoothest shave he’s ever had, all so Simon can fuck him better

he spends the entire time nearly vibrating in place, trying to stay stock still so Simon doesn’t accidentally cut him, but his cock is hanging between his legs and every scrape of the razor on his skin has him twitching, trying to get friction, unsure if he wants to flinch away or press back into the razor’s edge in Simon’s hand

sometimes he swears that the shaving is more erotic than the sex that comes after

[lunarcrown]

Soggy veil bdubs with a shrugged off jacket bc ???????? He’s getting rain washed I guess

Also BONUS: some hermit reactions to said wet fella

[fizzytoo]

[karlee, softly] "Oh...you're just a boy."

[andrew]: "Uh, hi" [laughs, a little shy] "Actually, I'm sixteen."

[karlee]: "I had no idea. I-I'm sorry.You're just- wow, Amaya, he looks so much like me" [almost breathless]. Ah! Amaya's my sibling."

[andrew]: "R-Right! I'm glad you weren't…alone."

[karlee]: "and you? I mean, are you…alone?"

[andrew]: "After my mom-well. It's kinda just me."

[andrew]: "Me and eight other kids around my age."

[andrew] I kinda always knew who you were. It's just- I never knew the right time to reach out."

[andrew]: "What if you hated m-"

[someone out of frame, pounding angrily on the door]: "Hey! Lillian! I told you to leave my computer alone!"

[andrew]: "Shit. I'm finished, okay? Just-just hold on."

[andrew]: "I'm sorry. I have to go."

[thatsbelievable]

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something trapped kid in a pipe at a home renovation and his older brother going in to save him Eddie and saving his sisters from their parents and Eddie reconstructing his life in the aftermath of Shannon…

[novelconcepts]

There really aren’t words to describe the simple queer joy that is lounging on the couch shirtless after top surgery.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Me: this one will be a slow burn I think

Eddie Diaz: no actually i need to tell him i love him immediately

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 180

Danny looked at Wes, and Wes looked at Danny, both of their eyes saying the exact same thing: What the fuck is even happening right now. 

Apparently they can be summoned. Apparently, a cult from a different dimension tried to summon something and got them instead. Apparently their bodies got shrunk, or de-aged or however one wanted to explain it. APPARENTLY, this universe has heroes, and apparently they seem to be their universe’s equivalent to two of the villains here. 

Honestly, these “Cheshire” and “Riddler” people couldn’t be that bad compared to the Fentons. What are the chances they’ve committed war crimes or joined a government branch to legally vivisect things? That’s right, no chance. Probably. 

They should probably leave the hero-people to their freakout and find a way home. 

[criminalgays]

fantasy high junior year hell’s kitchen au when it’s. just hell’s kitchen but in elmville and gordon ramsey is exactly the same

instead of the events of fhjy, the rat grinders are the blue team and the bad kids are the red team. jawbone is the red team’s sous chef and porter is the blue team’s.

the rat grinders win the very first competition of the competition and then the bad kids win the rest.

kipperlily copperkettle gets so angry she turns red every time she has to do another punishment and sees the bad kids leaving hell’s kitchen for their reward.

the final is kipperlily vs kristen and kristen sweeps bc kipperlily tried to be too fancy and elaborate with her menu and ran out of time in prejudging and then her team couldn’t figure it out during dinner service

[marlsboro-mckn]

whenever I get real bored of listening to a conversation i’ll stare off into the distance and whisper “the demons…” and then BOOM problem solved the conversation is now interesting

[syr4h]

i need y’all to just like listen and be patient with me for a second ok…. ok……..

i’m a younger boy who has been talking with an older man for a while now. i’ve grown so attached over the course of a few months. he’s the only one who knows what i need, how to take care of me when my psychosis gets bad, what to say when i’m regressing, what to do when im needy. he’s the only one who can help me. he owns me, so of course he knows best.

over the course of a few months he starts telling me there’s something wrong with my body. something we can’t see on the outside but he just knows theres something going on. he knows me best right? better than even i know myself? shouldn’t i just trust him. it doesn’t take long before i see the signs. it’s in my arms and legs, i just don’t know what it is. he says he doesn’t really know either, but he knows a doctor who can help!

he plans a visit to the doctor, but it isn’t at the hospital. he can tell i’m getting more nervous (already anxious about having to see a doctor in the first place) when we pull up outside of a random house in a dingy looking part of town. he pets my hair and talks to me slowly in a soft voice. ‘it’s ok baby don’t worry. he’s a close friend of mine. you trust me right?’

i take a few deep breaths and he smiles at me, coaxing me out of the car. when he knocks, the man who answers the door doesn’t look like a doctor at all. he smiles at me and i can’t read his eyes, but something about him is so off putting to me. i keep reminding myself to just trust him. everything will be ok.

the doctor invites us in and gets straight to work, asking me to take off my shirt and my pants, prodding at my stomach, squeezing my arms and legs, pressing on my neck, and sliding his fingers into my mouth to “get a better look.” it all makes me squirm with discomfort, but i make sure to hold extra still when my owner puts a hand on my shoulder. the doctor has a pleased smile when i cooperate now, and focuses on my arms and legs.

he lets out a low hum and i can’t help but ask what’s wrong. the doctor frowns and steps away from me before explaining i have a rare disease in my limbs and they need to be amputated ASAP. the panic is clear on my face. of course my owner was right all along, of course he was. something was so clearly wrong, i could feel it so well now. my owner asks the doctor how soon we could have the procedure done, and he tells us to come back the next day and he’ll be ready to do it.

the night is long and i spend most of it crying. i need my owner to take care of me when im so scared like this, so unsure. the doctor told me i would die if i didn’t have the procedure done. that it was urgent i get it as soon as possible. i sob and sob, clinging to my owner and begging him to take care of me after. he shushes me and tells me of course he will. ‘you’re my little boy why wouldn’t i take care of you? everything will be ok, i promise. i’ll give you everything you need and help you in every way. you have nothing to worry about.’

the next morning we go back to the doctors house. his smile is wider than the day before and he leads us to another room in his house. plastic covers the walls and there’s an uncomfortable looking table in the middle. a tray with varying tools sits next to the table. a saw. scalpels. unlabeled liquides inside bottles and syringes. the sight makes my stomach drop and i try to back away, but my owner is behind me. he guides me forward, holding onto my arms and leaning down to whisper that i need to remember to trust him and breathe. i do as he says.

the doctor directs that i strip and sit on the table, so i do. i hate feeling so exposed to a stranger like this. my owner stands in the corner far away from me with a small smile while he watches the doctors gloved hands drag a marker softly over my skin where he needs to cut. he does my legs first, going over the tops of my thighs just above my knees before instructing me to lean back and lifting my legs so he can go over the backs of my knees, completing a circle around my legs. this part feels like it takes forever. then he moves to my arms, drawing the lines significantly lower than they were on my legs. they’re just above my wrists. then he turns to my owner and asks what he thinks, getting a nod and a smile in response.

the doctor tells me to lay down while he prepares a syringe filled with some clear liquid. i bite my lips and feel my body shivering on the cold table. i squeeze my eyes shut when he injects the needle in my arm and it doesn’t take too long before i feel drowsy and relaxed, unable to keep my eyes open.

when i wake, im back home with my owner. he smiles at me and brushes my hair out of my eyes. i groan and try to lift my head but i can’t. he coos at me, telling me how sleepy im gonna be for a while and explaining that he would take care of me now and the procedure had gone perfectly so i had nothing to worry about. i can’t speak but am able to let out a few squeaks and groans, to which my owner laughs softly and pets my hair. there’s a dull throb in my arms and legs.

for the next few months i’m like this. drugged up and sleepy. as promised my owner helps me, but all my memories from this time are hazy and cut in and out. he feeds me, keeps me clean, makes sure i’m not hurting too much, and makes me feel good as he sees fit. when it’s time to start taking me off my medication, i find myself panicking more often than not. unable to move freely by myself i find im completely dependent on my owner now, but he does so good helping me and keeping me calm. i don’t have a hard time adjusting.

one night i’m sleeping when i feel him touching me, groping my chest and running his hands over my body. i squirm and move to try to push him however i can, wincing when he grabs what little of my legs are left and presses them to the bed, spreading them as far as they go. ‘i’m sorry baby, i just can’t help it. i’ve been trying to wait till you’re all better but you’re just so pretty and i need to hear you when you’re all helpless like this.’

he’d fuck me while i cry, only able to lay there and take it. he’d do this every night for a while and of course i’d come to like it. i love any attention that he gives me.

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

i just speed ran a 500 word paper on ten minutes so don’t tell me procrastination doesn’t work

[thatsbelievable]

[twilightown]

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