#also im so sorry it's short :(

[turtletoria]

the krampus incident from the book of bill if it was out of character and stupid

[clickety-clacker]

Don't you love being able to draw whatever you want forever

[ruporas]

thinking about wolfwood (ID in alt text)

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

[mokadevs]

guy who has done some terrible things

[degenerateshinji]

oops its been a year

[cyberkn1fe]

small tailless cat with big eyes

master of martial arts

family issues. a lot of them

chubby engineering genius best friend

adopted kid/younger sibling of a different species who looks up to them

backstory includes being dramatically betrayed

edgy

unhealthy coping mechanisms

clothes flutter in the wind when the atmosphere demands it

2d-animated

conclusion: this is the same character

[iceagebaby]

obsessed with @mudpuddless king halt au, ive been thinking a lot

crowley is in denyal, he is just hibernian RIGHT?

i also have some skeches of halt in regal clothing, but im not a fan of them, and i cant find accurate irish royal clothing to use as reference, what i drew was just making it up as i go

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: consider a hoshina x a VERY clingy reader that keeps hugging him from his back and nuzzling their head in his neck (bonus points if they're a tad taller than him)

notes: slightly taller reader, no warnings I think?, IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO RIDICULOUSLY LONG its also rather short.... but it's finally here THANK U FOR REQING !!!!

wc: 600

Your clinginess especially on slow afternoons wasn't something that started today. Rather, you had always been this way, especially when both of you were home and free to relax. You'd wrap your arms around him from behind his back and nuzzle your head into his neck and nape while resting your chin on his shoulders from time to time. It was a very simple gesture, but it was sure to melt his heart every time.

“Missed me?” he asked, teasing.

“Yeah,” you said, voice muffled as your face was planted in his shoulder.

Gosh. If only you knew how you made him feel.

He loved the way your arms wrapped around him. Your comfy hoodie was a soft contrast to his solid build you could feel under his baggy shirt. It was a warmth he wasn't used to at first, but soon became unable to live without. The way he could feel it when you talked into his shoulder and the way you stuck close to him like this was all you've ever wanted— your every action meant so much more to him than you'd think.

Subconsciously, he brought his hand to your head to run his fingers through your hair. You recognized this gesture as a cue that he wanted a kiss. It was a habit of his— although you weren't sure if he knew about it. You lifted your head from his neck and looked up at him without letting go of him.

A frustrated yet flustered expression painted his face and immediately he went in to kiss you. He hated that you knew even when he hadn't even processed it himself.

“I missed you too,” he finally said after a few more kisses.

You were already burying your face in his shoulder again but he could feel you smile against him.

“Love, I want to see your face,” he said.

“Well, I don't want you to,” you replied. “It's embarrassing.”

Gosh. It wasn't like this was new, but he'd probably never get used to this. In front of others you were someone everyone would depend on, someone always on top of their work. No one would ever believe him if he mentioned that you were like this when the two of you were alone. Not that he would ever. This version of you was for him and him alone.

He loved when you had your head on his shoulder— he could lean his head on yours and run his fingers through your hair. He quite liked that you were slightly taller than him, but this was rather nice from time to time.

He pulled away from your embrace and you looked up, only to feel him kiss your forehead. He continued to pepper soft kisses on you face and you couldn't help but smile.

“It tickles,” you said and he grinned then gave you more.

“Soushirou, I missed this,” you said and he finally stopped for a moment. He did too. Everything had been a little too busy lately. There had been no time for the two of you to just… sit down and spend an afternoon together.

“Yeah,” he said. “I did too.”

“We should start making time for this,” you said. “Find time for this.”

“Yeah, I'd love that a lot,” he said. “I'll promise to make time.”

“But will they let you, Vice-Captain Hoshina?” you asked, knowing it wasn't that simple. He would've made time long ago if it was.

“I will!” he said and you laughed.

Yet, later you'd find out he really would keep his word.

[spoopdeedoop]

he forgot to poof the party clone

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

HI i’m personally a crutch user and i love scout with crutches but consider

pyro or engie crutch user(s)

im a big enjoyer of my comfort characters being just like me i hope this is ok 👍

Pyro or Engie crutch users? ❌️

Pyro AND Engie crutch users ✅️

Hopefully these cane personalisations don't look too weird?? I have no idea where I was going with Pyro tbh, I think I was trying to make it a mini lighter but kinda failed miserably :')

Edit: FUCK, YOU SAID CRUTCH NOT CANE I'M SO SORRY I GOT IT MIXED UP

[theokusgallery]

Hello! Have some "With an Enemy Like You (Who Needs a Lover?)" by @greenninjagal-blog X various text posts, one AO3 collection title, and one screenshot of despair. Because I can't stop thinking about them

dsjghskjhgq LISTEN;

[lotus-lamps]

like father like son

hes just toji but smol

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Baizhu design :V ? For funsies totally not going to draw him or anything

had way too much fun with this one hahah

[luminique]

What if reader has a parent or carer who's that parent who feeds them alot and tells them they'll meet a nice person and wants them to marry and have grandkids and then Lighter comes along and readers parent/carer treats him already like a son in law but when they find out Lighter doesn't eat properly or cares for himself well, parent/carer goes out of their way to make a full 3 meals and comfy space at home for Lighter with the help of reader.

It's OK if you can't write this. This is just a suggestion coming from someone whose mother does these things

my mother often uses terms of endearment in my mother tongue for my friends. it catches some of them off guard sometimes. she’s my inspiration for this.

lighter doesn’t talk much about his family, biological, i mean. he’d tell you about the girls of SoC, a bit about billy, and reminisce the memories of his mercenary group. they were his family, not blood related but definitely as close as one could get. you, on the other hand, had stories of growing up with your family. smiles and laughter, a past that had its ups and downs but the care your parents had for you remained constant. it also reflected on your person, constantly looking out and caring for him in small ways.

initially, he’d try to turn down any offers from your parents. you’re both just dating, not married or anything and yet they’d give him some… interesting suggestions. “you seem to like the food tonight, i can always pack more for you dear” your mother eagerly scooped more onto his plate. “how’s the upgrades on the bike, son? smoother than before?” your father quickly asked before lighter could respond to your mother. they accepted him a lot faster than expected, it was a little odd to him. he was still getting used to the names and the naturally loving nature of an actual family, but it was one that his heart had secretly craved.

unfamiliar but warm, a home that housed its people. he used to think that he was similar to an intruder, but your mother seemed to invite him in with open arms every time you both came back to visit. ensuring he’d also leave with containers full of food to last him until the next visit. your mother’s caring gestures and your father’s understanding, it didn’t take long for lighter to begin calling it his home too.