#and my tags are gonna be whack

[osamucide]

if this bothers anyone they can kindly feel free to leave or ignore it or whatever but can we stop flooding the x reader tags with half-baked thinkpieces on why people should or shouldn’t do whatever with their writing. every other post is “you shouldn’t romanticize [x]” “you’re problematic if you do [x]” “stop writing about [x]” “[x] is gross and if you write about it kill yourself” how about if you don’t like certain content you heed the content warnings, block the tags, don’t interact with it, so on and so forth. of course part of our responsibility as writers, especially ones dealing with sensitive topics, is to label and tag our works appropriately but let’s be real—i hardly see any writers (at least within the bsd fandom) who don’t make it abundantly clear what they do/do not write about, interact with, or tolerate. wait until you find out how much fucked up shit happens in real life and how much some person on the internet coping with their trauma by writing self insert fanfiction about a cartoon character doesn’t fucking correlate to the perpetuation of that fucked up shit at all. it doesn’t even have to be that serious. people are going to write and read the content they want and they’re allowed to and you spilling your complaints all over the x reader tags “to boost attention” isn’t gonna change that. if you don’t like something ignore, unfollow, block, mind your own business. it’s actually super easy

[hermidetta]

She's not quite sure if she's on the list, but she figures it's worth a shot. Carefully covering up the basket so that nobody walking past can see what's inside, she stops outside Bernie's door. Show time.

Sighing dramatically (and loudly) Yunaka starts talking to herself. "Aw dang! I sure didn't mean to pick up these extra gifts when I went out to the market, but looks like I accidentally did." She definitely got these just for Bernie specifically.

"If only I knew a certain birthday girl to give these to...Guess I'll leave them here outside of this random student's door to see if they want them!"

The basket is placed as close to Bernie's door as possible, so that she doesn't have to go far to get it. She's sure to "accidentally" knock against the door as she does so. "All done! I'll go now, so I don't bother anybody."

And she does just that, giving Bernie the space to claim the basket (or ignore it if she wants to) without anyone watching. She hopes she takes it. The cupcakes will only last so long, and she's kind of worried that the star stickers might fall off the quills of the stuffed, purple hedgehog toy before she sees them.

⠀ ⚘ birthdaydetta 2k24 ♡ ⠀

they ought to drill peepholes into these doors. bernadetta dog-ears the idea to carve one out herself while yunaka is speaking from the great outdoors, because maybe bernadetta is curious about the hypothetical birthday girl in question and how special this birthday girl must be to get gifts from professor yunaka. because, glancing down, bernadetta must admit to herself as nicked fingers fidget below her chin: it would be nice to be thought of by professor yunaka. she doesn't make it a habit to eavesdrop, honest, but before she knows it she's sandwiching her ear against the door to listen. which random student would have her favor?

bernadetta likes professor yunaka. she's pretty, and nice, and strong but also soft. the hands she could use to draw a bow or snap someone's spine are always so gentle with bernadetta, no matter how many times bernadetta fails or embarrasses herself in front of the other woman. it's teachers like her who make bernadetta want and wish to be a good student, people like her who make bernadetta want and wish to be a good person. she isn't. she is a disappointment, she knows. but maybe someday—

the knock startles her a foot in the air. bernadetta waits in petrification for one, two seconds before finally cracking open the door. she sees the basket, the cupcakes and hedgehog after poking cautiously at its cover—and she is so silly, she realizes. it all falls into place, and bernadetta, she has been so silly. yunaka's back and unmistakable red hair are shrinking some ways ahead, though they are still visible, and...

clackclackclackclackclackclack—

yunaka may or may not have heard it, but whether she turns around or not to question the rapid crescendo of pitter-patters against stone, it is in the next instant that something fluffy and purple bounces against her and clings with the almighty force of an armored bear stuffy. a plush, tiny but sweet, just like that starry hedgehog. the way it latches only lasts a moment.

red in the cheeks, bernadetta lifts her face from yunaka's shirt. she drops her arms, spins around and bolts back into her room just as feverishly as she had burst right out of it.

[whack-patty]

FIRST POST OF 2024 AND ITS GONNA BE SOME LOVERS LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[derelictheretic]

I have become the tumblr guy that pops in every now and then to interact with all my mentions and spam post and then peace out into the ether again

[gravitytrips]

Echoes of the Past

[bismuthburnsblue]

this is a wip

things never fit Bunty the way they fit me

but:

heres Ginny's vest!! ah im so happy with how its coming out!!!! i dont think theres anything i need to change from the mock up, which is nice :) i should be able to trim off all the excess ive left & finish the seams, with oneeeeee exception;

when i came to look at the yoke piece this morning (the top piece on the back) i noticed its a little bit off grain. i had to cut it on the opposite grain already for width reasons and i. cannot stop seeing it. i think i just barely have enough denim to recut it if i really squeeze, so should i? do you guys think its noticable?

also the embroidery. dont look too close at it, its still a wip, buuut. i think im gonna eek it 5mm further down, i dont like how close to the top it is so much.

but!!!!!! adjustments aside! wow im really happy with how this is coming out :D

[gothsuguru]

getting an iced pumpkin chai in the morning and then my personal goal is to spend the whole day writing and i hope i can come back to this post tomorrow and rb w how much progress i’ve made!!!

[i-am-beckyu]

i have visions of lies and the thieves (lattt?)!tommy like begging of wilbur to let him have all of his borrower stuff. wilbur can't stop the fashion grind even as a borrower and tommy wants to take advantage of it >:)

OR OR!!,,, tommy just totally bullies wilbur for being so adamant about keeping a fashion sense as a borrower but he secretly poses in their makeshift mirror with all of wil's massive collection of trench coats and turtlenecks sdjdsvjcn

idk how accurate this is to the story or if wilbur can even sew at all in the fic but still my visions are so strong i must share them with ya' >:3

— brick

Lol really? That’s awesome! And ayooo? Thoughts on LATTTT is awesome!!!!

I never overly thought about the clothes I kinda just have this image of c!wilbur in his trench coat and yellow sweater for like every version of borrower Wilbur so he definitely keeps his fashion sense.

I’d say he was wearing the first time he met Tommy small as they’re just normal clothes and then kinda learns from Tommy later that he made his clothes and decides that he definitely needs to make some to not make Tommy suspicious.

But I think it would be hilarious if he like attempts to make clothes and they’re just shit and fall apart so he goes to his friend Nicki and asks her to make some handmade clothes, and presents her with similar clothes he likes to keep his style.

She’s just confused but obliges lol

AND THEN we go to Tommy later finding this out and making fun of him. And YESSSS I adore the thought of Tommy just secretly trying everything on.

I recon Wilbur would probably end up just letting Tommy keep it all because he wouldn’t need to wear it anymore so Tommy would 100% raccoon store it and then Wilbur would find it and get pissed for wrinkles on the fabrics lol

This are so perfect Brick! Love it when you share your brain thoughts with me! We get more brain thought!!! :3❤️

[xenon-demon]

cruel and unusual to make me pick between when you come back, it's gravity (kas!steve au) and boathouse wall slam 2: roleplay boogaloo so i simply shan't please tell me about both.

[also don't worry i also didn't make my wip wednesday word count bc apparently grieving makes it hard to function. or something. (but also sometimes life just Happens. it's fandom, no one's paying us for this shit 💜)]

Read you're amazing and I appreciate you so much <3 You are more than welcome to ask me about as many things as you'd like!!

[also thank you very much for the kind words & reminder not to take fandom shit so seriously it becomes stressful itself 💙 I hope you're doing a bit better now (since it's been a hot second since you sent this ask), life really does just fucking suck sometimes, huh?]

Paging @sidekick-hero who also asked me about boathouse wall slam; seeing as both of you asked about the same two fics, I'll use this ask to talk about boathouse wall slam and the other one to talk about gravity!

boathouse wall slam 2: roleplay boogaloo

Okay first of all this DOES actually have a title - strange love (won’t you give it to me?) - but I love the placeholder meme title way too much to change the file name. There's also about 2.5k words written in this document, but many of those words are Horny and thus I do not feel comfortable sharing them lmao

Also my "can't shut the fuck up" disease struck again SO this is going under a cut (which is also probably not a bad thing considering I'm talking about sex lmao)

AS THE MEME TITLE IMPLIES this is about Steve having Many Thoughts about Eddie shoving him up against the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, to the point where he eventually caves and asks Eddie (his boyfriend of ~2 months, after about that much time again of fooling around together as friends) if he’d be willing to re-enact that moment with him. But this time they won’t have an audience. Because it's a sex roleplay. The surface level concept for this fic is just a smutty pwp revolving around re-enacting The Wall Slam™, because neither Steve nor the audience were being normal about that when it happened. The roleplay set-up was going to be something like Eddie just chilling and smoking out in the boathouse undisturbed (because Reefer Rick skipped town after Vecna was defeated, so the place is now unoccupied), Steve "accidentally" stumbling across him, Eddie thinking "oho the popular jock is here to beat me up, I'd better make the first move before he can" and throwing Steve up against a wall only to find Steve Really Likes Being Manhandled, and he's suggesting they maybe have a little fun with each other instead? (This part would not require much acting from Steve.) The roleplay aspect of it is basically them reaching back for their high school personas and acting as if they'd gotten into this situation with each other whilst still in school, before they became friends and certainly before they had any history together.

The original version I started (and got 2.5k words into before realising I wouldn't feel comfy posting it anywhere lol) was written... around this time last year? Like 10-12 months ago? And so it was very much coloured by the prevailing Fandom Opinions & Content™ at the time, aka this was a sub!bottom!Steve and dom!top!Eddie affair (with that being the Prevailing Pattern of their relationship thus far in the fic). I wasn't writing them as having an Official Established Dynamic™, I was just writing it as Steve having an inherent tendency to be submissive/give up control to Eddie during sex. Steve's nerves around asking Eddie about this particular fantasy are just due to Steve being nervous to ask for what he wants; he's not worried at all about asking Eddie to be a bit rough/dominant with him because really, They Do That Anyway.

While I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with approaching this concept (or Steddie!) like that, and I'll still read pretty much any flavour of Steddie (ultimately I think they're switches/vers, and also I don't care that much about who's in what position as long as they're in character), the way I view them & their dynamic has definitely changed since I came up with this concept. THEREFORE, here is how I would approach it if I were to write this as a oneshot now:

They're still newly dating at the start of the fic (only a month or two in), except the prevailing pattern of the relationship so far is service top/soft dom!Steve & bottom/ever so slightly sub!Eddie. This is mainly because a) that's what they're used to from previous partners, and b) Steve's got some Issues around giving up control in bed/feeling like he's not doing enough to please his partner (aka "I must prove my worth sexually or else they'll lose interest in me").

Steve has, however, been plagued with visions of Eddie throwing him around the boathouse like he was a small twig, and he is very quickly losing his sanity about it. Eddie could absolutely manhandle Steve the way Steve manhandles Eddie, if he wanted to. If Steve let him.

After a couple months of dating Eddie, Eddie can tell something's up, so he asks about it. Steve cracks like an egg the moment Eddie asks, confessing he keeps thinking about The Wall Slam. Eddie - who has already sniffed out Steve's issues around being Enough and Worthy for his partner - asks if he'd like them to recreate that moment. Steve agrees (while blushing so red he looks like a tomato).

CUE THE ROLEPLAY SMUT. This proceeds pretty much the same as the original version, complete with sub!bottom!Steve & dom!top!Eddie, but this version of Eddie is a much softer dom & this Steve takes a bit longer to really get into the swing of things. After the smut they have a cute little heart-to-heart about how Eddie's not going to leave Steve just because he wants a turn being looked after for once, and that Steve is going to make more of an effort to prioritise his own wants and needs sometimes.

Essentially, were I to write this now, I'd make it a smutfic character study of Steve & how he has issues around being vulnerable and letting Eddie take care of him, instead of him taking care of Eddie all the time. You know how it is, you go to write porn and it ends up growing legs and also a deep emotional core about the relationship between characters and their psychological issues.

Send me an ask about my WIPs!

[talkingadult]

@thetimecrystal tagged me to share 5 songs I’ve had on repeat!!!!

1. Trying Your Luck - The Strokes

2. ALieNNatioN - The Voidz

3. Game of Pricks - Guided By Voices

4. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

5. Kiss Off - Violent Femmes

Tysm!!!! I’m tagging @elliotct @fabsclearskies and @hip-albatross !!!!

[coridallasmultipass]

Fuck yeahhhh! Pulled out my mom's tapes.

It's a little stretched from where it was resting, but the rest of it sounds beautiful. A lot better than on my MP3 player speakers. (The boombox is rough, but has legit bass boosting and equalizers easily accessible.)

Vulgar Display is the album for the tour when my mom saw them live, since my dad was a bouncer at the venue and snuck her in, and she got to hangout backstage with them - a year before I was even born, so I missed out lol.

Fucking wild that big metal bands used to tour in our rural area. Not any more, this area has FULLY cemented itself as a sleepy rich people wine country tourist destination. Heaven forbid someone say "fuck" out loud or turn up the distortion. Might cause a serious disturbance in the neighborhood. Don't you know that children exist??

By the time I was a teen, I was making my adults drive me over an hour to go see my fave band (once when I was lucky), or even multiple hours to LA to see them, but only for my fave. Metal bands completely overlooked our area, and rightfully so, because it sucks, but. Obviously, that sucked for me as well.

[More off-topic ranting below the cut/long post:]

Honestly, culture in general is feeling really cemented and sterile to me right now. Maybe because of what happened last year (personally, but also nationally). Maybe it's because I live in my own little counter-culture bubble of me and whatever filters its way through the internet to me, and I feel a duty to remain weird. But like, shit like metal, and using language the way it was meant to be used (not censoring words for the algorithm), participating in the adult side of fandom; it all feels like a nice, safe blanket of non-marketability. ((I know, metal is very marketable for the right audience, but certainly not in my area.)) Like, if I see something niche, it feels more genuine than anything manufactured for a mainstream viewer (or inherently manufactured to comply with content restrictions, not just censored). ((There's a case to be made for fun, of course, but that can also be a downfall because fun is profitable.)) But seriously, I hear a metal riff and it's like, oh, this is comfortable. Not even just metal, not even just music. It's the same with finding niche explicit fan art. Like, it was made for the fuck of it, not to generate social points in a system designed to suppress non-conformity.

It just feels like, in a world where a lot of content is just straight up online-only now - that venue Pantera played in my area has not been a thing since the 90s, despite seeing many other big names play there - why are people in the digital world no longer able to cuss and be loud and be individual? Surely advertisers are not pearl-clutching in 2025 (I'm half-serious, half-knowing that they are). I can grab any one of my old metal magazines from the mid 2000s-early 2010s and point to ads that were okay with being shown next to parental advisory lyrics. ((To be fair, I do remember my fave band at the time posting about how they weren't allowed to say "fuck" at one venue and told everyone to shout "firetruck" on the opening line instead. It was hilarious.))

[ Okay, tangent, because it was a church, but still, LMAO: (Shaky cam)

Lol. That was hilarious to watch unfold over Twitter back then. I don't remember what the other contenders were for the opening line, but damn, I mean, firetruck, patience of the saints in that church to let a band play their song called 'Immaculate Misconception' - glad those kids got their fun. MiW were so little still. ]

But anyway, I'm not about to start some conspiracy theory about censorship here, so I'll stop while I'm ahead, and you can have some other words instead:

How are people expected to let off steam when they're restrained by Terms and Conditions and ever increasing property values? The walls of society are Landlord White, no expression, no personality allowed here. Monetized life doesn't come with an ad-free subscription, so let their model define you. The illusion of trend, already dead before deletion, a diet of headlines - your only news.

...Anyway, quirky social ranting aside. This tape fucks. I REALLY needed to hear it on a different, older device. On a different medium than digital. I love tapes, man. I get they're not a preservable-friendly medium, but if you ask me, for metal in particular, the mild artifacts of age and an old hand-me-down boombox add character (I sound like Red Hood now lmao). It's nice and dirty and no one else is hearing it with the exact same qualities.

I love having physical media. I love not hearing ads in between songs. I love that I don't have to pay, to not hear an ad. I love that I'm not wasting rural-speed, metered internet on hearing an ad. Yeah, I have CDs and my MP3 player-dock/phone files too, but again, I wanted to hear it as it should be experienced - through bigger speakers from a well-loved cassette.

[mewy101]

Love this guy's work obviously but he rubs me the wrong way sometimes. his fellow nominee literally went wow we won?? honestly thought the other guy was going to win lol but thank you, meanwhile he just goes oh well i guess my work isnt award-winning enough 😔 right guysss 🥺🥺 my brother get off twitter

[whack-patty]

Babysat some kids and we did some VERY important collaborations...

"He's tasting it" "what does it taste like?" "Blueberries"

"I poked his eye dark." "are you being mean to him?" "Yes, because he likes it."

"He likes roses"

"What's that?" "His belly button. He doesn't like shirts." "Oh, why?" "He's holding a snack. No. Yes. He's holding two snacks. One two."

And some final snorps with no commentary attached

[demonio-fleurs]

the only plus side to it being allergy season is that when i get over emotional due to my hormone being out of whack + stress i can just go “hahah, my allergies are terrible!” instead of admitting the fact that ive broken down into tears like 3 times and counting today

[beardedhandstoadshark]

What’s your most proudest OC lore you’ve created?

Red! Courtesy of kiiiinda being the only one who has actual proper lore set in place that makes sense with their character traits and doesn’t feel too out there (given the setting anyways). AND there’s proper negative character traits here too!! Idk, thinks just tend to click when writing her :)

Everyone else has character traits down but whack backstories (Violet, Mage, Yel), only got their issues set (Deniz), has all of their lore actually just be general world building (the element girlies, iirc Ao was mentioned before but not Rika? The water and leaf cloak persons), or is basically just glorified cardboard (the rest lmao)

Writing is…definitely not my strong suit hahah…^^;

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny Pt.6

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

Danny slumped over the table at the library. He’d feel embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the rest of the floor’s occupants. Around him, students were speed running through the five stages of grief like it was going out of style.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Same.” Danny replied, rolling his head to look at Tim. “I’m feeling like an academic victim instead of an academic weapon right now.”

“I should have stayed dropped out of school,” Tim grumbled.

Danny gasped theatrically. “And deprive the world of your awe-inspiring genius on…” Danny peered at Tim’s books and grinned. “On… the Krebs cycle? Seriously? They’re teaching that again?”

“I know! This is like, the third time.” Tim whined.

“At least you’ll be good at it, right?”

Tim scoffed. “I’m gonna drop out of college and become a stripper.”

“They do make bank,” Danny nodded. “But aren’t you like a millionaire or something?”

Tim brightened. “Oh, you’re right. I don’t need education! I’m filthy rich!”

Danny whacked Tim on the back of the head, laughing quietly.

“Whatever. Let’s go take a break. Snacks?”

“I literally don’t know how you eat so much.”

“Snacks have a separate stomach pouch. Normal food goes one place, junk food and desserts in another.” Danny retorted, quickly packing up his stuff. In reality, he didn’t need that much food. He’s half dead, after all. But food also converts to ectoplasm in his body, and ancients knows Danny needs all the energy he could get.

They made their way out of the campus library, passing stressed out looking students on their way to a taco truck.

“Does this even count as a snack?” Tim asked, amused. He tugged on his book bag, readjusting the vigilante pins on them.

“Is the sky even blue?” Danny snarked back, forking over the cash needed for the best fucking tacos on this side of Gotham. They sat on the benches, asking for an obscene amount of extra lime and cilantro before going to town.

“Holy shit, how many of those can you eat?”

“Dunno,” Danny mumbled though a mouthful or carne asada and pico de gallo. “Hungry.”

Tim snorted, pulling out his phone to scroll as he ate. A moment later, Tim showed Danny his screen.

“Hey, you live near here, right?”

Danny, cheeks bulging with food, peered at Tim’s phone and nodded.

“Oh, cool! Have you seen the green guy around?”

Danny squinted at Tim, tilting his head as he chewed.

“You know, the glowing green guy that’s been blowing up the Gotham Bay tag.”

Oh. Tim was talking about him, Danny!

Danny nodded. He quickly ate his food and wiped his mouth before replying. “Yeah, why?”

“Does he seriously just clean up the bay? Nothing else?”

Mildly offended for some reason, Danny shrugged. “I mean yeah? He doesn’t seem to pop up near any of the shady spots- oh, I saw him save someone from a mugging in front of my apartment once! But like, I think all he does is clean the bay. Which is good, because holy heck, that place is nastyyy.”

“Seriously?” Tim leaned in, looking super interested. “So he’s friendly?”

Danny raised a brow. “Yeah, he seemed pretty nice, I guess. Though, that’s not saying much considering your Rogues tend to be pretty chill when they’re not in the middle of a scheme.”

Tim snorted. “True that. You talked to him? When? Outside of his bay cleanings, right? I’ve noticed that he only talks to the Bats during those.”

Danny stared at Tim. “Tim… are you… stalking the guy?”

What Danny really wanted to say was: “Tim, are you stalking me?”

“I’m not stalking him!” At Danny’s suspicious glare, belied by his sauce stained mouth, Tim sighed. “Okay, maybe I am. But only some minor stalking!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But if you have, you think you could introduce us? Maybe he’d want to be friends?”

Was Tim asking Danny to introduce him to… Danny himself?

“Uh. Why do you even want to meet him?”

“Danny, he’s a glowing green guy that does community service for funsies. And he knows the Bats. That’s cool.”

“And here I thought you wouldn’t know cool if it smacked you in the face.” Danny teased. Well, whatever. He might as well do something nice for Tim. “Sure. I’ll text you when he pops up and see if he’s okay with meeting you.”

Tim grinned at him, a piece of cilantro stuck in his teeth. “Thanks!”

——

Danny made a duplicate of himself and went ghost. Danny and his duplicate looked at each other and sighed.

“We’ve done stupider things.”

“But we’re still not telling Jazz.”

“Agreed.”

Danny paused. Did he just make a deal with himself? No, he’s busy.

Doppelgänger Danny went invisible and left the apartment by going through a wall. Danny followed in a sedate pace, the normal way.

Outside, he pretended to catch sight of a suddenly visible Phantom. He’d heard the heartbeats outside his apartment ever since he got home all those days ago, and he’s pretty sure the vigilantes were watching his place ever since. Luckily, he made sure there weren’t any bugs or hidden cameras- Sam beat cautiousness into his head a while ago- before starting the plan.

One of those heartbeats sounded like Tim’s which left some… interesting connotations.

Danny sighed. Who was he kidding? Of course he’d be friends with a vigilante.

“Hey, Phantom!” Danny shouted, waving. Phantom floated over.

“Danny. Hi. Did you need something?”

“Oh, not really. My friend wanted to meet you, he’s a huuuuge fan. Think you’ve got time today?” Danny held up his phone.

Phantom hummed. “I can stay for a bit. Thirty minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll call him. His name is Tim, by the way. Thanks for taking the time to meet him!”

“No problem.”

Danny texted Tim, and minutely frowned as he picked up the sound of Tim’s ringtone. Shit, that pretty much confirmed his suspicions. He got a text back from Tim.

Timsy

[5 nin]

Nin

Nin

Nin

Min

Danny huffed an amused breath. “He’ll be here in five minutes.”

“Alright.”

Danny texted back an okay.

Five minutes later, a flushed and disheveled Tim peeled onto the street and right to the curb.

“Here!” He said as he tumbled out of the car.

“Damn, bro. You good?”

“Fine- oh my god, you’re the green guy!” Danny had to hand it to Tim. If he didn’t already figure out he was Red Robin, Danny would’ve believed the act. Holy shit, wait, he called his friend broke. Hah!

“It’s Phantom. Nice to meet you, Tom.”

A quick sliver of sullenness flashed over Tim’s face. “It- it’s Tim.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, human names sound so similar.” Danny leaned back and hid a grin as his doppelgänger messed with his friend.

“Oh, wow, you’re not human? What are you then?”

“Oh my god, Tim, you can’t just ask him what he is!” Danny scolded. These vigilantes were really similar.

“Sorry…” Tim apologized.

“It’s fine. To answer your question, I’m dead. Ghost.”

“Do you really pay taxes?”

Phantom tilted his head. “Yes, of course.” By the, Danny meant that he paid both human taxes and oversaw the Zone’s taxes. “You know that saying, something about never escaping from two things and that’s taxes and death? You can escape death- might come back a little wrong- but taxes are in the afterlife too.”

“Come back a little wrong?” Tim asked, eyes suddenly sharp.

“Come back a little,” Phantom gestured to himself. “Green. More emotive and prone to irritation.”

Tim stared.

——

“Jason, are you a ghost?” Dick, crouched on the top of Danny’s apartment building whispered.

Red Hood, crouched in the same area, stayed silent.

——

“How did you die?”

Phantom snarled and disappeared.

Tim whirled around, looking bewildered. Behind him, Danny struggled to stay calm.

“Where’d he go?”

“He probably didn’t want to hurt you.” Danny sighed.

“What? What did I do?”

“You asked him how he died. That’s like, the ultimate social taboo.”

“I didn’t know that!”

“It’s common sense, dude. Trauma like that has to be shared instead of asked about. Generally.” Danny sighed. “Come on, let’s get off the street and I’ll give you a crash course in manners.”

——

Bruce, upon hearing about the conversation, dove headfirst into researching the after life.

“No, go suck a goat’s genitals, Batsy, I am not helping you adopt a being of the infinite realms!” Constantine hung up on him.

“Hn.” Bruce will adopt the child and give him a home. It’s only a matter of when… and what inter-dimensional loopholes he could find and use in the relevant laws.

Jason was right behind him, because he was going to get answers, dammit.